#she seems really sweet and I like how they showcased her personality

[visiblespiketrap]

My heart almost broke. I mean, of course I and others can/could ship whatever anyway, but I can't help but be relieved that Sidon and Yona's marriage was arranged by his father canonically.

#tears of the kingdom #legend of Zelda tears of the kingdom #totk #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #sidlink #sidon #link #I have no problem with Yona #she seems really sweet and I like how they showcased her personality #but I just love sidlink and Sidon still waxes poetry about Link #not to mention calling his sage pledge a vow while getting down on one knee to hold Link's hand and forming the ring #yes yes I know the others technically give rings but THE DELIVERY MATTERS #I'll shut up now

[kissitbttr]

a sweet moment of frat!miguel and muñeca that we rarely get to see

to miguel, relationships are complex.

he’s not built for one and never meant to. the idea of having to commit to one person when he still wants to have fun sounds like a real torture. the constant clinging and demands of going out on dates just enough to make him scowl. like what’s the point of it all? spending money on gifts or valentines dates just seem to be a waste of time.

until she entered the picture. gone were the days where his money were spent on booze and gears.

now, he’s having the ultimate pleasure of spoiling his girlfriend, walking her to classes, stay during cheerleading practice and begging her to stay over at the frat house. all that he did out of consciousness,

even curating the image of what their wedding would look like in the future.

yeah. that much.

the couple decides to have a small picnic at the campus park during their free period. whereas the rest of the students are busy with studying and walking from building to building, these two lovers find the spare time to be with each other.

“i love hibiscus flowers. they’re pretty” muñeca mentions, laying on her side with palm supporting the head. “sunflowers too—much better than a rose”

miguel fixes himself a smile upon his beautiful girlfriend, deciding to mirror her action by laying on his side as well. “how abouut cake flavor, cariño?”

she looks over at him and the sight is making her drool. the shirt that he’s sporting compliments his rippling muscles, not to mention the few unbuttons at the top showcasing a bit of his chest hair and gold chain around the neck.

“are you going somewhere with this?” she questions with a smile, seeing him shrug,

“just asking” he replies, eyes staring intently into hers. “i want to know what my girl likes—because if she mentions vanilla then i’m out”

muñeca giggles, head shaking at the ridiculous assumption. “i would never!” miguel grins even wider hearing the sound of that laugh. “i love red velvet—and anything fruit infused desserts”

he nods, making a mental note on that one. “what if I prefer chocolates?”

“then we can have both” she answers casually, hand sneaking through its way towards the slope of his calloused one. “chocolates and raspberries are good combo, anyway—not white or milk chocolates though. dark is the way”

“that’s my girl” miguel praises, his thumb drawing circles around her skin. “i love this dress on you, by the way—wear it often”

“you say that pretty much about everything i wear miggy!” she smiles, kissing his jaw. “you’re biased”

“is it my fault that my girlfriend looks good in everything?” he asks as if he’s proving his innocence, tightening the hold of his hand around hers, “got the prettiest girl on campus by my side and there’s no way i’m missing the chance to let her know how hot she is”

her cheeks warm at the compliment, looking down momentarily to hide the large grin that’s threatening to break through, “you just want to fuck me” it’s a joke,

“is it working?” he jokes back with a raised eyebrow, earning himself a punch on the shoulder making him grunt and laugh, “caray, ma!—you sure got some strength in you”

“thanks to my handsome linebacker’s workout routine” she winks, curling a loose hair around his forehead,

“put me in a headlock next, i beg of you” he says, and she can’t tell if he’s really joking or serious but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter,

“ugh! you’re so unserious sometimes!”

they both share a laugh after. “okay back to question number—five!” he picks a chocolate covered strawberry with his free hand off the plate and pop it in his mouth. “dream destination?”

her lips curl into a thinking mode and so are her eyebrows, clutching their interlocked hand against her chest. “hmm—bali, malaysia, and rome”

miguel hums, nodding as he looks down. she tilts her head to the side with confusion written all over her face, watching him. “what is this, intervention?”

“what, no. can’t a guy ask his girl a few things to get to know her better?”

“miggy, we fuck at least three times a day, i think we already went past that kind of formalities” she rolls her eyes playfully, seeing how he shrugs innocently and grin. “so? what is this about? first it was about my favorite decorations, second it’s about my favorite dish and drinks of choice and then third, and fourth—“ she trails off, watching the shy smile on his face appears as he avoids her gaze,

“what?” she asks confused, yet his smile is contagious and that makes her smile too,

“just thinking about how everything would look like for our wedding someday”

“a wedding?”

“y-yeah” he scratches the back of his neck nervously, “i’m making notes, you know? i trust them all with you, muñeca—want you to handle everything”

her heart somehow blooms in her chest, gaze softening when he mentions about marriage. tying a knot. living happily ever after. with her.

she feels the little girl inside of her is squealing at the thought of a prince charming asking her for a hand. like ones she read on fairy tales and bedtime stories.

he wants to marry her

upon hearing no response, he feels the embarrassment creeping in as he gulps, his hand trembling slightly at the thought of being rejected. he would probably cry if she told him that she doesn’t see the future together.

“look you don’t—“

“baby” she coos, her hand moving to cup his face. “you want to marry me?”

he feels somehow at ease when he hears the tone of her voice, realizing that he may not look like an eager idiot whom he thought he’d be in front of her, “i do” his response is firm and set. “do you?”

the way he’s looking at her with hopeful eyes makes her wish that they’re both alone right now, just so she could straddle his lap and smother him with kisses. but seeing that they’re not and at a public space, especially on campus, she’s holding herself back.

instead of that, she cups his face before leaning in for a kiss. miguel sighs into her mouth, kissing her back with much more passion as he snakes a hand around her waist. the kiss is somehow becoming more intense and hungry. he then moves himself to move on top of her in swift motion, making her giggle at his enthusiasm.

what’s supposed to be a simple kiss, turns into a heavy makeout session. she squeezes both his shoulders as a gesture to take it easy, not wanting the head of security to catch them in the act. again.

miguel huffs when she pulls away, but the taste of her lips remains to be the reason why a lovesick smile attached on his features.

“of course i do” she replies, “just make sure that the ring is ready after we graduate, o’hara” and miguel will hold onto that. he will buy the most expensive and prettiest ring ever for her.

she swears that the love she has for him is bigger than anything. he had changed a lot for the better and she couldn’t be more proud. miguel had learned so many things during the times he had shared with her, and it would be so crazy to think that she didn’t bring any positive impact in his life.

her existence is the key of him growing. not just love but as a person as well. and he would argue to hell and back with anyone just to prove the point of his gratitude to her will always be bigger than this girl,

none of these two lovers knew what fate had in stored for them. to have a committed relationship with someone wasn’t in either’s bucket list, let alone getting married. but everything seems to have changed.

before this, they didn’t even know each other. there had been a time where miguel didn’t know muñeca exist and vice versa. and there’s some sort of twinge rattle in his chest, knowing that someone else could be loving her instead of him.

he doesn’t like that. at all.

the negative thought that plagued into his mind somehow gets pulled when he feels her soft padded thumb traces his lower lip. his pupils dilating when he looks at her, with the pretty smile that he never gets tired of. seeing that often makes his heart fail to find a steady rhythm.

gaze in her eyes speaks so kindly to him. a look in which helps to remind him that she belongs to him and so does he to her. and miguel finds himself exhale a breath of relief yet once again.

‘she is so unbelievably gorgeous and all mine’

#frat!miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara blurbs

[princessbrunette]

imagine meeting rafe by babysitting for toddler!wheezie?????

-🦭

stop this is sooo cute i love writing big brother rafe with toddler wheeze :(

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he’s more pissed than anything at first, wondering why on earth his father didn’t trust him to be a responsible adult and care for his little sister now that ward was away on business more times than not. the last thing rafe wanted was a stranger snooping around and weaselling their way into the benefits that came along with being a cameron.

his mind changed when he saw just how pretty you are, and not just that — how sweet and polite too. he hangs out in the doorway watching you play with his sister, trying to put on an expression that showcased scepticism but it always softened to intrigue. wheezie loved you, and he couldn’t even question why.

the boy wanders in, watching you knelt beside the curly haired toddler in your cute little summer dress and big smile. “soooo, i’m thinking… we should go and get ice-cream!” you grin, emphasising the last part to catch her attention. it works, and she claps excitedly with a squeal.

“i’ll drive us.” rafe suddenly pipes up and your head spins to him, blinking a few times in surprise.

“oh, really?” you smile politely, if not a little awkwardly at the sudden appearance of the child’s oldest brother who you’d seen floating around.

“well i’ve got nothing to do… and i figured i should get to know the person spending all this time with my little sister.” he shrugs, pulling his hands out his pockets to swing his car keys round his finger.

“yes, of course.” you submit to the idea, clambering to your feet as wheezie runs towards him.

“raaa—e!” she yells happily, pummelling into his legs before he bends down to swoop her up, planting her on his hip.

“hey, kiddo.” he pinches her nose briefly making her sniff and giggle. you grab your purse and send rafe a kind smile, letting him lead the way to his car. he hands you the kid, which feels odd and parental of the two of you and he quickly sets up the car seat in his car, letting you fasten wheezie inside. you hover by the passenger door, unsure of whether or not he’d rather you sit in the back. “go ahead.” he nods obviously and you climb in, placing your hands in your lap, making one sided conversation with wheezie to settle some awkwardness.

the two of you chat, rafe asking most of the questions about where you’re from and what you did before babysitting — the polite interrogation feeling like another interview for the position, but you didn’t mind — it was understandable that the current man of the house would wanna know who was practically living in it with him all of a sudden.

things get more comfortable as the two of you get chatting, walking into the icecream parlour as a three. he didn’t know he’d like the feeling so much, thinking on it as he glances at you pointing out the different colours of icecream behind the glass to his little sister. he’s fishing in his wallet as he does so, paying for the three of you. it made him feel… good. important. he hadn’t much thought of having children before, he knew he wanted to one day but it seemed like a far away thought. having a cute little baby, and a pretty gentle girl by his side calmed him, gave him the sense of authority he was looking for.

he has to remind himself not to place a hand on your lower back when you walk to the little table, chuckling himself when you let wheezie take her own spoon and messily feed herself.

“good job honey!” you coo as she manages to get some into her mouth before offering you the saliva covered spoon. “ohhh, no thank you!”

rafe decided he must have you, and seeing as you were now living in his house, ward being on a long trip — it would make things a lot easier. his own practice family, with you.

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#🦭 anon #rafe cameron prompt

[dreamsinarcadia]

Pillow Talk

In which Son Heungmin can’t seem to let his girlfriend wiggle her way out of his arms

pairing: sonny x gf!reader

warning: tooth ache kind of fluff with mentions of smut

She loved her boyfriend—she really did. He had her whole heart in the palm of his hands and she trusted him with it; trusted him not to squeeze too hard on it—not to shatter it into fragments of love.

And she was certain that the feeling was mutual—he'd told her so himself, proclaimed it with eyes that were practically shaped into hearts as he gazed at her with a heart achingly deep sense of adoration; one that never failed to make her feel so unbelievably loved.

However... she’d be lying if she said he couldn't get a little frustrating sometimes. Like now, for instance.

“Heungmin, move.”

“No.” His response was instantaneous and very much final.

“I need to get up.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

His sass had one of her brows arch up, and she was sure she would've crossed her arms too had he not restricted her movement with his own—much stronger, might she add—limb. The man knew that her work schedule had been cleared for the entirety of December, and was determined to take this rare opportunity by the reigns.

Her lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto her neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. His arm, banded securely around her hip, pulled her closer to his side. The heat of it all practically flooded her vision with pink and she almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a little longer," he muttered into her skin, lips making contact with the already hickey littered surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down her spine, "a month away from you was torture."

Work had forced her to return to Seoul for a good portion of November. She had, of course, missed Heungmin a great deal, but hadn’t been aware of how much he’d missed her until she had stepped past his threshold tonight only to be swept off her feet.

She genuinely couldn’t remember if he’d even managed to close the front door.

His hand slipped under her thin cotton t-shirt; cool palm resting against the flat of her stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears in hopes of saving himself from a lecture–and she was afraid that it was very much working.

She was an absolute sucker for sweet moments like this.

But she was also recovering from a strenuous night, barely having gotten any sleep between multiple rounds of heaven sent pleasure. The man had been positively insatiable upon her return, and though this delighted her to no end, she was slick with sweat, peppered with hickeys, her legs felt like jelly and she wanted nothing more than a warm shower. The saccharine scent of sex was strong, and the air around them was stiflingly thick, despite the air conditioning being on full blast.

“Heungmin.”

“Hm?” His head tilted up, gaze focused on her with a sense of endearment only she was privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only she had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His gaze was softened and practically swirling with that domestic love she knew he held for her; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek her out just to hold her in his arms, to love on her like he always claimed she deserved.

When she didn't respond immediately, his grip tightened and he pulled her further into his side; to fit against him like she was meant to be there, like he was incomplete without her—and her, without him.

Ah, she was so stupidly weak to him when he got like this. Her hand reached up to brush cool fingers soothingly on the apple of his cheek.

“Aren’t you tired?” A valid question, seeing as though the man had only a few hours of rest between his match and her return.

“With you in my arms? Never.” His voice was soothingly calm, but when he propped an elbow on the pillow to look down at her, his eyes were blazing, pinning her to the spot. It raked over her appearance - the mussed hair, the love bites adorning the delicate curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest, the adorable flush of pink on her cheeks. The corner of his lips stretched to a wide grin.

When her hand dropped from his face, he was quick to catch it and press a kiss to her palm. He held it close to his heart. “Why?” He asked, knowing damn well the answer. “Are you tired?”

“…maybe.”

“Oh no! Rough night?”

She had to fight the urge to kiss the damn smirk off his face. He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“…okay fine, we can stay here a little longer.”

And then he was kissing her, his hands moving quickly to hook her legs around his waist and move her underneath himself. And suddenly, her arms and legs didn’t feel like jelly anymore. Instead, she’d felt as electrified—as if struck by lightning…only better. Much, much better. Because she couldn’t wrap her arms around lightning, or feel lightning’s heart skip against her own.

“Not for too long, we’ve been in bed for hours,” she protested weakly into the increasingly heated kiss. “I’m melting.”

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

He pulled away to grin at her, a mischievous twinkle alight in his eyes. “Great idea,” he said. “Let’s do just that.”

Just when she was about to open her mouth to steer him clear of the inevitable course of action, he’d lunged straight for her neck to attack her with another fit of adoring kisses—ones that made her sigh in what she could only describe as contentment.

And then her t-shirt was back on the floor.

They didn’t leave the room till sundown.

#son heungmin #heungmin son #heung min son #son heung min #footballer x reader #son heung min fanfic #son heung min fic #son heung min fluff #son heung min imagine #son heung min one shot #son heung min scenario #son heung min x you #son heung min x reader #son heung min drabble #footballer x y/n #footballer imagine

[beautification-tales]

The Mirror

A beautification Fairy Tale

The air was thick with anticipation as Princess Lucia waited for the arrival of Prince Albert. She had been daydreaming about him for months, his piercing blue eyes, his chiseled jawline, and his kindhearted nature that seemed to radiate from every pore. Her heart raced as she imagined the feel of his strong hands as they held hers, the sound of his voice as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. The servants scurried about, preparing the great hall for his arrival, their movements a blur as Princess Lucia struggled to contain her excitement.

Lucia being the eldest was in prime placement to be betrothed to an eligible prince. Princess Ariana was the younger sister and would be next in line. They were sisters in name only as they couldn’t be more different. Ariana was impatient, spoiled, vain and cruel while Lucia was gracious, sweet and compassionate. As the hour grew closer, Lucia was escorted to the great hall by her handmaidens. Her heart fluttered as she caught sight of Prince Albert, his dark hair shining in the candlelight. He was even more handsome in person, and she found herself struggling to breathe as she made her way down the aisle.

The king and queen, along with their advisors, stood at the front of the hall, formally introducing Prince Albert to their daughter. Lucia could feel her cheeks burning as she curtsied low, her eyes never leaving his. Prince Albert seemed just as taken with her, his gaze lingering on her face before traveling down her figure. As they were finally released, he offered his arm to her, and she eagerly took it, allowing him to lead her through the crowd.

Ariana made her way to the hall. She was wearing a gown that her parents had forbidden her to wear. It showcased her ample bosom in a manner almost unbecoming for a woman of her stature. She had her servants tighten the corset so she could hardly breathe. The results were at the very least distracting. Prince Albert was not immune, asking Lucia if that was her younger sibling. Lucia nodded as she noticed Albert’s eyes follow her sister wherever she went.

As they sat down for the feast Ariana and Lucia sat on opposite sides of the Prince and told him tales of their land. Lucia would also tell of how she was trained to be a proper queen. “I have learned to read and write and I am familiar with the customs of your people. I wish to serve and assist you greatly.” Lucia said with pride. Ariana laughed and rebutted. “My sister is a real bore. Are you really thinking about that when you think queen? Or do you imagine other… possibilities?” She placed her hand on the prince’s thigh and squeezed. The prince coughed and took a sip of wine. “So Ariana, what do you plan to do for your future husband?” The prince asked with a smile.

Ariana smiled coyly. "Oh, I'm not sure yet. Perhaps I'll let him decide." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Prince Albert looked uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. Lucia frowned at the behavior of her sister. Ariana always liked to take what Lucia had and her parents had indulged the behavior. She was eagerly hoping to be married and free from this life of being second place. Ariana was once again ruining her plans.

Meanwhile, Ariana grew more and more bold with her advances. She would send Lucia on fake wild chases to steal moments alone with Albert. She would whisper things in his ear as he blushed. Near the end of the night Lucia and Ariana both escorted Albert to his guest quarters. Lucia would shoot looks to her sister as if to shoo her away but Ariana ignored them. They opened the door for Albert as he wished them both a good night.

Lucia couldn’t sleep that night as her anger for her sister’s behavior boiled over. She knew she had to do something to save her engagement, but what? She had always been the quiet, obedient one, never causing trouble. But tonight, she felt a newfound determination welling up inside her. She slipped out of bed and crept through the castle, making her way to Prince Albert's chamber. She was puzzled as to why there was no guard watching her room but still she rushed out. Her heart raced as she found the door open. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage, before stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit by moonlight streaming through the open window. There she saw Ariana upon Albert as she rode him on the bed. Ariana was facing the doorway as she grinded upon Albert’s member. Her red hair glowed in the moonlight as she covered her exposed breasts. Ariana noticed her sister and did not stop her movements but in fact increased her pace. Albert groaned in ecstasy as Ariana moaned with a triumphant grin. “Isn’t this way better than boring my Prince?” Albert groaned his approval but caught his breath to add. “You’re nothing like your sister.”

Lucia couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as she ran from the room back to her chamber. The image of her sister’s smile played over and over in her mind. Ariana was so cruel to purposely leave the door open and position herself as if she knew Lucia would catch them. Ariana had bribed the room guards somehow. She was crafty and had outplayed her innocent, naive older sister.Lucia looked at her body length mirror and gazed upon her body. Lucia and Ariana looked nothing alike. Lucia may have had the nicer qualities but Ariana had all the assets. Lucia for the first time was feeling a jealous rage as she looked upon her flat chest and non-existent hips and backside. It was then she realized that she had worked so hard for nothing. Albert didn’t care for intelligence and compassion, he wanted a woman with curves that knew how to please him. He wanted a woman like Ariana. Lucia screamed as she pushed her mirror to the floor as it shattered. Lucia crawled into her bed sobbing for the entire night.

The next morning, she was up before dawn. She dressed and went to the dining hall for breakfast. She saw Albert hand in hand with Ariana. Lucia knew what would happen next. The king and queen arrived as Albert wished to speak to them in private. The king and queen stepped aside to discuss matters with Albert. Lucia couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see the looks of disappointment and anger on their faces. After a few moments, the king and queen nodded in agreement. The news was as Lucia had feared. Prince Albert had fallen hopelessly in love with Ariana and would only take her as a bride.

Lucia couldn't believe it. All her hopes and dreams were dashed in an instant. The news would spread fast and Lucia knew that she would appear broken and undesirable to suitors now. The worst part was watching her sister’s smile as she left to have the life that Lucia was longing for. Lucia stayed in her room reading books for the next weeks refusing to come out even to eat. Lucia hungered for something new….power. The power to change her life. The power to get what she wanted. The power to make those who wronged her pay.

Lucia finally found the book that would help her. An ancient spell book that took dark magic and gave the holder what they desire. It was in the curses she found what she had been looking for. The curse gave the one who recited the incantation unbelievable beauty. A beauty that would surpass all who lived but at a cost. The cost was not to be revealed until the spell was done. Lucia’s hands trembled as she read the spell knowing it would be dangerous to take such a risk. Ariana’s smile played once again in her mind as Albert’s words played again “You’re nothing like your sister.”

Lucia with new determination began to speak the incantation aloud as a thunderstorm developed around the kingdom. The storm raged as she read from the page every word. The incantation glowed upon the page as new words formed underneath the spell. Lucia read as it stated that she would be the most beautiful woman. No man would resist her and her beauty would be legendary . However, she would only be beautiful on the outside. Lucia wondered what that meant “only on the outside.”

The spell then began to do its magic as her short blond hair grew to long black locks. Her once nail bitten fingernails grew to beautiful red painted nails. She smiled as she felt her breasts push out as they pushed her corset open. She felt her hips widen and her abdomen tighten. Her stick legs and arms gained muscle and toned as she became more shapely and appealing. Her crooked teeth straightened and whitened as her lips became blood red and inviting. She looked back and giggled as her backside rose and plumped giving a round amazing posterior. She regretted destroying her mirror as she felt her face change and become one of amazing perfection.

It was then she felt uneasy in her stomach. The physical changes were complete but the curse did more than change the outside. Lucia felt her heart grow cold as her mind filled with dark thoughts. Thoughts of revenge, thoughts of conquest, all of them selfish and vain. Lucia felt wicked but it felt so good. She was tempted to touch herself but a more dark idea entered her mind. She called for a guard to assist her.

The guard entered the room and was shocked to find a woman that could not be princess Lucia. She looked a bit older and mature and her eyes held a sinister glimmer. "What is your name?" she purred. “Tristan my Princess.” He stammered. She smiled, "Ah, so you recognize me?” She asked. Tristan swallowed hard as he felt a cold chill run down his spine. "Of course, this is your chamber.” Lucia laughed “But do I look different?” Tristan looked her up and down, taking in her new appearance. He hesitated for a moment, "You look... more beautiful." She smiled and walked closer to him, her hips swaying seductively. "Do you desire me? Tristan?” She whispered in his ear.

Tristan’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as her voice was almost too much. He swallowed hard, feeling a pressure growing in his loins. “Am I more beautiful than my sister?” she asked him, her voice low and sultry. “Y..yes you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He stammered. She smiled, pleased with his answer. She thought of his words “ever seen” it made her wet. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her fingertips. “You were the guard for my sister were you not?” she asked, her voice still soft and alluring.

He nodded, unable to take his eyes off of her. She moved even closer, pressing her body against his. Her breasts brushed against his chest, sending waves of desire coursing through him. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there on the floor. "You let her get away with everything, am I right?” she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. Tristan's heart raced as he felt his control slipping. "Yes, yes I did," he managed to say, his voice barely audible.

She smiled, pleased with his answer. "And now she's gone," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "And I'm here." She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear. She turned and brushed her backside against his hardened member as she gyrated her hips. “Ungh … my Princess” Tristan groaned, feeling as if he could explode with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. She continued to gyrate as she asked him questions. “You never guarded my sister’s door and let her roam about at night because you desired her?” Her hips moved faster, she brought his hands to her breasts as she let out a moan. “Yes and she would pleasure me.” He gasped.

“Did it feel as good as this does?” she asked, her hips moving faster against him. Tristan could hardly speak, his breath coming in ragged gasps as her movements drove him wild. He shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her. “N…no this is s.. much better” he stammered, feeling the pressure in his loins reaching a boiling point. “Will you serve me better than you did her? Can I be your queen?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

Tristan could feel his control slipping even further. He nodded frantically, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to keep himself from losing complete control. She smiled, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “Yes… you are my queen!” He grunted as he climaxed. Lucia removed herself from Tristan. She looked at him as she bit her lip. “Well look at that I seemed to have made you erupt in your garments.”

Lucia felt powerful and beautiful as Tristan looked at her like a lost puppy. She had never expected to feel this way, to have control over someone so strong and loyal to her sister. She smiled to herself, knowing that she could make him do anything she wanted. “Help me fix my mirror Tristan.” She purred, walking over to the ornate mirror stand on the floor still left from when she threw it to the ground. Tristan nodded, still catching his breath as he hurried to help her.

As Tristan knelt by the broken glass he looked up at Lucia. She was speaking in a weird language while holding a book. "What are you doing?" he asked, still catching his breath. "I'm just making you keep your promise. You see your negligence made me become what I am now. So you deserve to see it the rest of your days.” Lucia continued speaking the ancient words as the glass started to reattach to the mirror. In an instant Tristan was frozen as he watched the mirror magically repair and stand up again. The glass became dark and cloudy as Tristan kept looking deeper into it. He felt his body move forward as he realized Lucia had just pushed him. Tristan fell into the mirror and felt himself engulfed by darkness.

Epilogue

Lucia did become the most beautiful woman in the world.Unfortunately, she had grown cruel and extremely vain. The naive, compassionate woman was no more. Even when suitors came for her hand, she turned them all down. She desired power and all those weak princes did not interest her. She did visit her sister and her brother-in-law’s kingdom. Legend states that when Albert saw Lucia again the regret left him impotent. In all of his kingly duties. The kingdom had no heir and no strong finances and it wasn’t long before his land was conquered by a strong and handsome King. Lucia was quite intrigued by this new powerful ruler but he was already married. Lucia knew that wouldn’t be an obstacle for her. She knew that people get sick and die all the time and the widowed king would soon be her husband. The king’s daughter with his first wife was another obstacle…. And another story.

Lucia is known by another name. The nickname she gained throughout the land highlighted her inside qualities rather than her outward. Lucia heard the name but it didn’t bother her. She loved being feared And desired.

Whatever happened to Tristan? Well he is well known too but just not by his given name. Tristan’s new name Lucia would call out daily as her vanity craved validation.

“Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?”

#beautification #transformation #breast expansion #f2f transformation #origin stories #ass expansion #beauty is power

[myhairpintrigger]

HII IM DEEPLY AMAZED BY UR WRITINGS CUZ U GOT ME GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL AND KICKING MY LEGS. ANYWAYS!!

I would like to request angst to fluff for Aleksander where they were past lovers but reader was killed just like what happened to Luda. Eventually on the present time (Alina's timeline ig), during the winter fete, Aleksander saw reader's face as Alina was doing her magic showcase ig and Aleksander followed reader outside (maybe for fresh air) and then thats when reader started getting flash backs maybe a headache (DO UR MAGIC HERE LOVE) and maybe when whe wakes up, he's asleep by her side and she just says "Sasha?" in that sweet tone and ALL FLUFF

(SORRY IF THIS WAS A BIT LONG, IM KINDA HAVING AN ENERGY OUTBURST)

hi my anon baby <3 i worked on this for a couple of days. sorry it’s so late!!! i feel as if i’ve seen a couple fics like this and i tried to make it as different as i could while still staying within the margins of your request… i hope it’s okay.

warnings: canon typical violence, character death (kind of?) blood, angst, fluff, all of it. just all of it.

word count: 4.7k

of Wildflowers & Damnation

(aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

-

Some days were easier than others. Just as on the other side of the coin, some days were harder. Inconveniently, today happened to be one of the harder days for Aleksander. He tried to reason with himself often that after nearly five hundred years of living, that he shouldn’t be so affected by loss anymore. 

That didn’t make it any easier, unfortunately. He’d lost so much in his life, that he didn’t mourn so heavily, and then he’d lost you. 

He’d met you nearly two hundred years after the creation of the fold, and to say he loved you would be to say it was only a bit cold in the arctic, which is to say, it was a gross understatement. He loved you more deeply than he ever knew was possible, and perhaps that’s why it was so terribly hard to accept even all these years later, that you just weren’t alive any longer, while he lived on. 

He had tried to bring you back, he really did. Much to his mother’s dismay, for the second time in his life, he resorted to the use of merzost to heal you. But you never woke. 

Aleksander stood silently near his door. It was nearly time for him to find Alina, to join the festivities at the Winter Fete, to show the country’s most influential just how powerful the Sun Saint really was. He knew it was time to go, but his mind wouldn’t rest.  It wouldn’t stop replaying your last day with him. 

-

The two of you walked hand in hand through the forest that was just behind your small home. Aleksander wasn’t normally one for such plain and domestic types of endeavors, but the wildflowers were blooming in the valley at this time of year, and he wanted nothing more but to see you smile at them, as you did every year before that. 

“Do you have a favorite flower, Sasha?” You had asked him softly and looked up at him with a big grin. You better than anyone knew that he wasn’t much of a flower person, but the question was still on your mind as you walked together. 

He thought to himself for a moment as he peered down at your excited face and then he shrugged, “Oh, there’s too many to choose from, my lovely. Perhaps a dandelion.”

“Dandelions are weeds, Aleksander.” You pointed out and he shook his head and nudged your side. 

“They still bloom, do they not?”

You didn’t seem to like this answer, because you simply huffed under your breath and gave his hand a little squeeze, “Okay but I meant a real flower. Not a little yellow weed.” You insisted. 

He thought for a moment longer and then he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline, “Alright. Poppies.” He finally conceded and you seemed to like this answer much more than the last, because you hummed and sidled up to him sweetly, your head resting against the side of his arm. 

“Poppies. I would’ve taken you for a rose person.” You mused. 

“And why roses?” He asked, curious to hear your response. 

“Because. They’re terribly beautiful, but you wouldn’t dare just grab one recklessly. They’re covered in thorns. You have to be gentle with them, work around the thorns. Then it’s yours to have. Kinda like you. Just gotta work around your thorns.” You replied and then let out a tiny giggle, “At least, that’s what I did. Seemed to work out just fine for me.” 

Your words made his chest feel as if it was flooding with impossible new amounts of affection for you and he stopped the two of you where you walked and he leaned down to delicately wrap both of his arms around your waist. You eagerly wrapped your tiny arms around his shoulders and he moved down a bit more, closer to your level. 

To Aleksander, you were the sweetest thing in the world. Everything from your kind smile to your fiery attitude made him swell with love for you. To love and be loved in return was such a strange concept for him to grasp. Especially when the returned love was given by such a gentle soul such as yourself. He often found himself unworthy of such a love, unworthy of your kindness, your care, your acceptance. You knew of his past transgressions, yet you loved him anyways, always insisting that mistakes get made. Everyone messes up. To the world, he was The Darkling. The Black Heretic. A wicked man with a soul as dark as his eyes. That version of himself even existed in his own mother’s eyes. But to you, he was simply Aleksander. 

He held you even tighter now and he buried his face in your hair for a long time before he slowly pulled away from you and brought his hands up to delicately cup your face. He held your face so gently as if he was convinced it would shatter between his fingers and he watched your eyes, fascinated by you. 

“What a sweet little thing, you are. What did I ever do in this life to have been blessed with such a love?” He asked softly, leaning down to nudge his nose against yours a few times. 

“If I had to guess, it might have had something to do with your sympathy for weeds. I suppose they need love too.” You teased, and he didn’t even bother rolling his eyes at your teasing before he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and placed your hands on top of his, letting out another little giggle into his mouth. He pulled back and watched you in amusement, a smile spreading across his own face. 

“What could you possibly be laughing at during a moment like this?” He asked and you scrunched your nose up and patted the backs of his hands a few times. 

“Your beard tickled my lip.” You replied gleefully, your eyes meeting his in a mirthful gaze. 

He slowly pulled away from you and took your hand again, pulling you into his side as the two of you started to walk once more, “Shall I cut it then?” He asked and chuckled. 

You practically skipped alongside him as the two of you walked and you shook your head, “No. I think you look handsome. But you might need a haircut soon. You’ve got bangs nearly.” You pointed out and reached up with your free hand to push a strand of hair away from his eyes, “Don’t worry. I can do it for you.” You added and laid your head against the side of his arm once again. 

He laced his fingers in between yours and gave your hand an affectionate squeeze as he led you down along the dirt path, “How have your lessons with my mother been going?” He asked. 

It was your turn to nearly roll your eyes now and you took a quick glance up at Aleksander, “Well. She doesn’t like me much, and I’m still not very good at controlling my fire so… to be continued. Maybe. I don’t know. Perhaps I just don’t want to learn anymore. I have no use for these powers.” You replied and tapped the side of his hand with your pinky finger. 

You were an Inferni, a poor one at that. Normally Aleksander would protest and tell you to embrace your gift but he didn’t this time, resigning to let you speak your mind. If you didn’t want to pursue your abilities, he wouldn’t force you, “I don’t think she dislikes you.” He replied down at you finally. 

“Oh, I think she does. She’s always got a backhanded comment locked and loaded just for me.” You argued with a little sigh. 

Aleksander knew it wasn’t you that she disliked in specific. It was just the fact that his mother disliked the fact that he was selfish enough to let himself love you. She always insisted that he’d ruin you, just like the girl he loved before you. She insisted that he wasn’t meant for you, always telling him to set you free before he inadvertently broke your wings. Deep down, he knew his mother was right. She usually was. But he couldn’t bring himself to ever make you leave. Not now. He was too far in. 

He shook his head a couple of times and sighed, “She’s not exactly inviting. But that’s not to say she dislikes you. Don’t pay her any mind, my love.” He replied and then brought your intertwined hands up to his lips so that he could place a few light kisses to your knuckles.

He lowered your hands back down between the two of you once again and he glanced up over the hill in the distance. You two were nearly to the small valley and he could tell your excitement was growing, because your steps got more hurried and you occasionally would let out giddy squeals and hums. 

A snap of a stick on the path behind you had Aleksander sweeping you in front of him as he turned around to survey the area. The two of you had stopped walking now and he looked around behind both of you, finding nothing. 

“What was that?” You asked quietly and glanced up at your lover, feeling a bit uneasy. 

“I’m not sure, darling.” He replied cautiously and turned back around to glance down at you. 

Your eyes were already fixed up on his face. You didn’t look scared, but you didn’t look like you felt too secure either, and he didn’t blame you. Something had shifted in the forest around you two, there was a strange feeling. You grabbed onto his arm tightly and you gave it a little tug. 

“Sasha, we don’t have to go any farther. We can head back home now.” You whispered, but he shushed you softly and turned back around slowly to check the path behind the pair of you. 

A small snapping sound came again, but this time it was now in front of the two of you. There was a little shuffle and another snap and he felt you yank his arm again.

“Aleksander.” 

He turned around as your grip on his arm loosened and he looked down at your face, which was now drained of color. You wobbled a bit and fell forward onto him, and he swiftly caught you with a shocked exclamation of your name. 

He held you upright and that’s when he saw the arrow that had lodged itself in your back and stuck out through your chest. He wildly looked around and had spotted two men in thick furs darting out from behind a tree. Drüskelle. He had barely a second to move the two of you before they let loose another arrow and he retaliated quickly. 

One of the men let out a yell in their native tongue and Aleksander wasted no time in quickly diving down to the ground with you as another arrow flew. He gently sat you up against one of the small trees on the edge of the path and turned around, and with zero hesitation, finished the two men off easily with The Cut. As they fell to the ground, he looked around for more. When none came, he turned to you and scooped you up into his arms as quickly as he could, not daring to pull the arrow from your chest quite yet. 

“Hey, hey. Y/n. You’re going to be alright.” He insisted. 

But the way your head lolled to the side weakly made him think otherwise. You didn’t respond to him, but you looked up into his eyes, tears beading in the corners of yours. 

“We’re going home. I’m taking you to my mother, we can fix this.” He promised and didn’t wait a single second more before he was dashing off down the path with you hanging all but limply in his arms. He could feel the warmth of your blood seeping through the sleeve of his shirt and he grit his teeth, refusing to let himself panic. You were going to be okay. You had to be. There wasn’t a chance in hell that Aleksander was going to let you go now that he had finally found you after years upon years of being alone. He didn’t notice the tears gathering in his own eyes until they were falling down his cheeks and you let out a distressed sound.

“No, Sasha. Don’t cry. It’ll be okay.” You whispered hoarsely, and the sound of your voice only made it worse.

He ran straight out of the forest and through the field behind your home before he finally ran through the back door. He laid you down on your side atop the round wooden table in the middle of the room and he yelled for his mother, who came shortly after he called. 

“Mother. We need to do something. Drüskelle, in the forest attacked us, and they-“ he started frantically, only to be cut off by the older woman.

“There is nothing you can do, Aleksander.” She said shortly and then shook her head, “We don’t have a healer nearby. We aren’t healers ourselves.”

He looked over at you, and you seemed so much smaller than usual now, curled up on the table with an arrow still protruding from your back, “Mother, there has to be a way. I will not let my lover die.” 

“There is no way. There is no natural way for us to save lives. You know this. Bid her goodbye.” She said sternly. 

His head perked up a bit and he reached out to make sure you were still alive by touching your pulse. 

Weak, but still there. Just barely. 

“But I can. I can do it, I’ve practi-“ 

“You cannot!” She protested and held her hand up to her son, “You will not! You will take whatever time you have left and say goodbye, for it is only the way of life. We see life come and go and we remain. Not even you can change that. I’ll give you space. That is final.” Baghra said sharply and turned on her heel to leave the two of you alone. 

Aleksander was at your side in half a second, and he crouched down to be level with your face. Tears were rolling across your face and your lip trembled fearfully. 

“It doesn’t hurt, Sasha. Don’t worry about me please.” You whispered and he reached out to brush tears from your eyes. 

“I’m going to fix this. Okay? You aren’t going to die today. I swear it.” He promised, but his faith was running thin. He reached out and he grabbed your arm gently and held you in place, “I’m going to remove the arrow, okay? And then we’re going to heal you.”

“You are not a healer, Aleksander. Don’t do this.” You begged softly and he looked down into your eyes again. He pursed his lips and shook his head a few times. 

“I won’t lose you. I won’t walk this earth without you by my side, do you understand?”

“No, Aleksander, no.” You protested, trying your best to sound stern like Baghra had, but your voice faltered and he knew you didn’t have much time left. 

He ignored your protests and grabbed hold of the arrow and quickly pulled it out of your back, and whatever voice you had left was spent on the wail you let out as your blood began to freely spill out over the table. He quickly threw himself over you, only to find you shaking. He looked down at your face to learn that your shaking was from your silent sobs and he frowned deeply. 

He was going to save you. It was going to be alright. 

He closed his eyes and placed his hand over the bleeding hole in your back, wracking his brain for the strength to use the magic so forbidden that had been abused by his ancestor, to heal you. To save you. 

He let out an agonized yell and finally felt the same cold, pricking sensation spread through his veins that had occurred the day he created The Fold. He felt stinging in his fingertips as he pushed out everything he could from his hand into your wound. Into you. 

At long last, the stinging stopped and subsided, and Aleksander realized you’d gone still under his touch. He felt a little splash of relief and he turned you around onto your back, only to find your eyes closed. He felt his face drain of all color and he shakily reached up to feel your pulse against your throat. 

Nothing. 

To say the days following were that of pure anguish was to put it lightly. He’d taken you to the valley of millions and millions wildflowers and laid you to rest there. At least he knew you’d be somewhere you loved. 

For weeks after your death, Baghra was full of warnings and disappointment for him, chastising him for using merzost once more. 

“You don’t know what you’ve done, Aleksander. You may have very well not healed your lover, but you don’t know what you’ve done. This will come back to you one day. You will regret it. There will be punishment.” She warned.

Not that he cared. 

“Let me regret it. Let it haunt me for the rest of my days, woman. It’s not the only ghost that hangs above my head, now.”

-

You didn’t recall much. At all. All you knew is that one day you suddenly did recall, as if it was the beginning of your life. 

Amnesia the doctor called it. You’d likely had a head injury and forgotten things, that’s all. 

Whatever you were before, whatever life you led, it was erased from your mind without a single clue as to what it had been prior. In the last few years that you started recalling, you’d worked as a dress maker in the city of Ketterdam. When one of your clients had graciously invited you to come to Ravka’s Winter Fete with her and her daughter in trade of two elegant gowns for them, you’d accepted her offer immediately. 

So there you stood, in the hallway of the crowded Ravkan palace, eyes traveling the faces of everyone who passed by. The two girls you’d attended with had gone off to greet the royal family, and you’d stayed back, opting to survey the crowd instead. You’d heard word that the Sun Summoner was going to be putting on a display in only a few short moments, and just as the thought crossed your mind, it all began. It started with a whirlwind of activity, and you watched the Grisha throughout the room showcase their abilities skillfully, and the sight invoked a strange feeling deep within your chest. You had the sudden urge to bring your hands together just as they did, feeling as if you could perform alongside them. You fought the urge back and flexed your hands a bit at your sides, shaking off the strange feeling.

Your eyes travelled to the front of the room and they fell upon a girl and a man, standing shoulder to shoulder, both wearing black. You assumed it was the Sun Summoner and who you had heard to be General Kirigan, the fierce Ravkan general who also happened to be Grisha. As the pair began their display of power, you felt your head begin to ache dully, and once the Sun Summoner’s light lit up the entire room, the pain in your head only grew sharper. 

Everyone in the room seemed to be filled with excitement, and as the display was done, the volume seemed to increase tenfold, making you clutch your head between your palms. 

The pair at the front of the room turned around and when you saw The General’s face, you blinked a few times. A thought clawed at the inside of your mind, begging to be let free. But you didn’t know how. You didn’t even know what it was. He seemed to notice you shortly after you noticed him, and you could’ve sworn you saw a look of complete astonishment cross his face as quick as a flash of lightning.  

Suddenly the room seemed to blur out as if in your periphery and you gasped as little flickers of imagery flashed behind your eyes. 

A field of flowers, the darkest eyes you’d ever seen, and fire. You furrowed your brow together and you leaned your hand up against the nearest wall, your chest rapidly rising and falling with short, quick breaths. Disorientation fell upon you and you found yourself stumbling through the crowd of partygoers and out of the room. The bustling hallway was a struggle for you to navigate, but you eventually prevailed and found the door to the courtyard. You all but went falling out the door and you stumbled clumsily until you reached grass and you held your hand to your chest as you stopped running. You felt sick to your stomach and your hands began to feel clammy and you swore that you heard someone calling your name- though you were unsure how you knew the name was yours- because you hadn’t been called by it before. You couldn’t even respond in anyway before your eyes rolled back into your head, and you were collapsing backwards towards the ground. 

-

Aleksander felt insane when he followed you out of the palace. He’d had days where all he could do was think of you, but never once had he seen your face anywhere but his mind. He called after you, but you didn’t seem to notice, and if you did, you didn’t respond. He walked briskly up to you just in time to watch you collapse, and he lunged forward to catch your falling body in his arms awkwardly. The strange angle at which he held you up at made you look so small and fragile, and he hoisted you up into his arms. It couldn’t be you. There was no possible way it could have been. He didn’t dare look down at your face for a few moments, standing there in the courtyard with his jaw set firmly. 

Finally, he did dare to look down, and when he did, he almost found himself collapsing with you. Sure, you were unconscious and your hair had become a bit tousled, but there was no mistaking the face that he saw. It was yours. His y/n. 

He looked around wildly, trying to come up with an explanation for the mere fact that his very dead lover was here. How you were here. He buried you. He reached up with one hand and he brushed the backs of his fingers across your cheeks. He refused to let himself feel relieved or happy or excited. If this was the punishment his mother had promised him years ago, he wouldn’t give in. But he couldn’t just leave you. Not out here, not like this. He stood with you in his arms for a while longer in contemplation before ultimately deciding he’d take you back to his chambers and wait for you to wake. If you woke. Then he’d proceed to ask who you were, to figure out what was happening. 

He carried you off through the night towards the nearly deserted Little Palace, and once inside, he made a beeline for his bedroom. Once he reached the shelter of his room, he closed the door fast and locked it, looking around to make sure no one was inside. He promptly walked you to his bed and laid you out on it, staring down at you. The urge to lay at your side was consuming his every thought and he ground his teeth together, fighting back a round of tears. 

Yours was the face he saw when he fell asleep. Every night. Some dreams were pleasant. You and him in the flowers, or even in bed together, happily. He’d hear your laugh, your hums, your sweet voice… all of it. Some dreams were not so kind, and these were the ones where he relived your last moments over and over again. 

His endless patience had seemed to run out and his will to remain complacent broke. He’d take the pain of having to lose you again if this wasn’t real, he’d be damned all over again to feel the emptiness of your loss if only just a moment of his time could be spent by your side one last time. 

So he kicked off his boots and removed his black decadent kefta, and he slid down into the bed next to you, his eyes not leaving your face once. He reached out across the minimal space he gave between the two of you and he grazed his fingertips across your cheekbones, up into your hair, down the side of your neck and along your jaw. Everywhere. He traced the outline of your lips and he swiped the pad of his thumb across your chin. Not a single thing had differed from his memory. If you’d told him he’d plucked you out from behind his eyes and laid you out in front of him, he would’ve believed it. 

Oh yes, if he was to be damned with the consequences of trying to save you, then he’d take them. He’d take them graciously if it meant one last night at your side. 

-

He was unsure of when he fell asleep, but he didn’t ever realize that he had until he felt hands on his face. His eyes shot open and he expected sunlight to light up his room, but instead it was dark, with only a glimmer of silver light filtering through the window. He frantically looked across from him on his bed and he reached up to push the hands away from his face, but once his eyes focused in the moonlit room, he dropped his hands and found himself lost in your eyes instead. 

Your hands stayed against his cheeks and you seemed to be at a loss for words. He knew the feeling well. It was mutual. 

The state of unconsciousness you had fallen into had been one of unrest. Memories upon memories began to flood your head all at once. Still, you were unaware of how you were alive and how you had come to be unearthed, but you assumed it must have had something to do with the merzost that you so vehemently opposed him using. 

He reached out to touch your face so gently, as if he thought you were only a figment of the moonlight and would disappear underneath his touch. When you didn’t, he let out a sigh, one that sounded terrified and relieved all at the same time. You couldn’t find your voice while you stared at him, your mouth wanting to form a thousand words all at once. 

Until it settled on just one.  

“Sasha?”

To Aleksander, this was the sweetest sound he’d heard in his entire long life, and he couldn’t help the tears that loosed themselves from his eyes. He could only nod in response as he wrapped his arms around your small form and he pulled you against his chest. 

If this was damnation, then he’d embrace it with open arms, and if this was a second chance to save you from the consequences of his past, then he’d do better this time. Whatever the case may be, he wasn’t going to leave this room until he was sure you wouldn’t evaporate into nothing. He laid his hand ever so protectively against the back of your head and he leaned his own head down until his lips touched your hairline. He could’ve whispered a million things to you at that moment, promised you everything, sung you praises and profess his love until he ran out of the breath to do so with, but he’d never been one for that many words all at once. So he leaned down to press his lips against yours, and it said everything he couldn’t all at once. He pulled back slowly and he tipped your head back a bit so that he could gaze down at your face, unchanged by all this time. 

And so he uttered out a promise, one that he intended to keep this time, no matter the cost.

“Yes, my sweet girl. It’s me, and I will never lose you again.” 

#aleksander morozova x you #aleksander morozova imagine #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling imagine #the darkling #the darkling imagine #the darkling x you #the darkling x reader #general kirigan #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan x reader #grishaverse #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone

[art3misg33k]

i see ur most recent post and obviously i have to ask abt trent

My favorite character right out the gate lets go!!

(Ok wow this got sooo long I am sorry)

Starting with my personal takes & headcanons Trent is so nonbinary to me. They give such vibes of being like “idk man I’m just existing” as well as at first thinking they just really didn’t care about gendered stuff bc society is stupid about it but then realized just how deep those feelings were. I also love just any headcanon of Trent not being cis in general. The gender queer vibes are so strong with that one. In terms of sexuality I’m really not sure? I think they’re to multiple genders but idk in what way. Bi, Pan, and Unlabeled are the ones I’m stuck between.

On a slightly more analytical note in I think in Island they are well showcased as a nice chill person but also having the capacity to stand their ground and be intimidating (that one scene with Cody).

I don’t think they’re really good with social queues and may be a bit gullible seeing how things went down with Heather. On the outside has that mysterious energy but can be a real goober when you get to know them. Insane silliness potential that was wasted in my opinion.

Crossing into the semi-headcanon but also canon implied type stuff is their neurodivergence. In TDA it’s obvious that Trent has some neurodivergent tendencies. I personally think OCD and autism. I hate the way it was handled, not because they gave Trent these traits in the first place but how they framed them as a crazy person. That treatment was definitely very damaging to Trent and most likely made them go to heavily masking, even more so than before. Being pitied so much also felt incredibly frustrating to them.

The way that Trent was launched into fame right after a messy breakup on international television definitely made things worse. They seemed like they were thriving while the band was together but in reality they were only being seen for their music and not who they really are, pointedly ignoring their neurodivergence, flaws or any wrongdoing on their part. It hurt seeing how they were treated so horribly when it came to their mental health but as soon as they started singing they were suddenly this sweet, emotional, amazing guy.

And in terms of my headcanon they were also dealing with a ton of dysphoria being seen a guy in the Drama Brothers because they were closeted. I personally think that they had only found out a couple of months before Island so they weren’t comfortable telling anybody yet. They felt like they could tell someone close like Gwen eventually but didn’t want to come out on tv so they said nothing. I think in the days between the finale and TDA Trent became afraid again not wanting to ruin things with Gwen in fear of her being upset that they wouldn’t be the cool talented boyfriend that she expected. On the Aftermath they didn’t really have anyone truly there for them only having those who pitied them or who thought they were an awful person, leaving them isolated not just about dysphoria but just their existence in general.

I do believe that between TDA and WT as well as onwards that Trent was able to build a genuine friendship with Justin, Harold, and Cody despite how messy things got with the band at times. Unintentionally they started unmasking a bit around them closer to when WT started and when they weren’t met with judgement (maybe a bit that was just genuine misunderstanding that got corrected but still) Trent was starting to more and more feel like they could be themself. (Back to more headcanony for a sec) After WT Trent came out to the three of them and was met with acceptance! From there Trent is able to progressively come out more and more from their shell and from the closet to more people!

Also hopefully patching things up and becoming friends with Gwen eventually but that’s just like a wish I have

I think I just unintentionally typed out a whole outline of what I think their life is instead of just my opinion on them in general but yeah.

Some random headcanons!!:

- (Stolen from Courtney-deserved-better) A lot of people think that Trent looks so cool and mysterious but in actuality they are usually just zoned out

- Biggest sensory issues are with sound. They’d go insane without headphones/earbuds bc the music is nice and their noise as opposed to how horribly loud life can be (Kinda projecting on this one but it makes sense for them so shhh)

- Listens to most genres but especially the ones within the general indie/alternative umbrella. A good amount of ppl think that they only listen to mainstream pop type stuff so when they’re with Trent and some darker/depressing type shit like CSH comes on from one of Trent’s playlists they are so surprised.

- Likes some of what the Drama Brothers made but a lot of their brand was pushed into them by producers and the whole band kinda hated how fake things felt at times. After WT they manage to get away from that company and the band gets a lot more creative freedom making what they want. (Also changing the band name eventually bc of Trent if we’re talking in a world with my nb headcanon. Not sure when or if Trent would publicly come out but if not before the name change then they all just make something up about rebranding)

About ships! - I personally love tons of td ships being a massive multi shipper, especially with characters that are my faves (With an exception of Raj I don’t rlly see him with anyone but Bowie). Gwent was the first ship I ever got into with Total Drama and it has a special place in my heart. It’s not my absolute favorite but I still love seeing them together and au’s where they actually work things out healthily during Action or where Action and or TD didn’t happen. I love a lot of other ones too like Trustin and Trody and a lot more! I think my favorite Trent ship may actually be Trenoah, it’s really my favorite rare pair. Ik they didn’t really interact but the POTENTIAL!! They would play off of each other so well and ahhh dude I think I’d need to make a separate post just taking about those two

And that’s the basics of my thoughts on Trent! (well maybe not the basics but trust me it’s not all that I have to say about them).

I think in the future I’ll make a post about what I think their potential backstory is bc I got carried away and didn’t rlly cover that here. @ashyjingles if you want me to @ you in that just let me know!

#long post #like seriously #i went overboard #i am so sorry #but like they’re my fave I can’t help but ramble like I’ve gone mad #total drama #tdi #tda #total drama action #total drama island #trent total drama #td trent

[pommpuriinn]

♥︎ ❀᭢᜴꤬⠀⠀OUTING IN BELGIUM

𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢ synopsis 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢ - txt’s first outing and exploring Belgium for the first time, and joohyung showcasing her new hair.

𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢ author’s note 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢ - seeing all those videos of moa seeing txt in streets caused me hella FOMO, but I’m happy for them to see txt in Europe. Sorry for a filler ꒰ ྀི⸝⸝ ꒦ິ^꒦ີ ꒱

outfit | hair color | makeup | nails

Joohyung decided to go out with Yeonjun to finally see Belgium and to see moa. It didn’t take long for moas to see their idols together. It seems like in every corner Joohyung and Yeonjun turned they see the shocked faces of moas that were just enjoying their day. “They’re so cute.” Joohyung chuckled, at them secretly recording. Which the two didn’t mind plus they already knew it was going to happen. “I know right.” Yeonjun agreed with Joohyung while smiling back at moas, making them gasp.

“Oh, junie let’s get waffles!” Joohyung hugged Yeonjun’s arm, as they walked. Hugging the members arms was a habit Joohyung always had especially when they’re in a foreign place because it looks like they’re a couple, and random men don’t try to come up to her and tried talking to her. Since it did happen a couple of times while txt were on tour, so now Joohyung just stay close to whoever she’s with. So if a random guy tries she’ll just say, “sorry he’s my boyfriend.” and walk away.

The two plus their manager and bodyguard went to a little waffle stand, “it smells so good~” the sweet waffle smell drew the two closer to glass case full with options to choose from. As the two were done choosing, Yeonjun ended up ordering for the two and paying. Even though Joohyung fought to try and pay for waffles since it was her idea, but Yeonjun blocked her and tapped his card on the machine ultimately paying for the two. “How annoying~” Joohyung playfully sided eyed him. Yeonjun smirked, “when you’re with me you don’t have to worry about paying.” Joohyung squealed and pushed his shoulder, “ew stop!” The two laughed. “You guys need to let me pay at some point.” The members never let Joohyung pay for anything whenever they hang out, but Joohyung always makes up for it with the presents she gifts them.

They went to sit on the rocks so they can rest their feet and enjoy the view of all the shops and watching the people walk by. As Joohyung was mid chew she saw these two girls hugging each other and covering their mouth almost like they were shocked about something. Then she saw that one was pointing at her head still talking to another girl with her with a shocked expression, as Joohyung was watching them the three made eye contact with each other and Joohyung sent a small wave at them. The girls freaked out and nervously waved back making it clear they were moas. “You like my hair?” Joohyung asked them. “It’s so pretty!” The girls nodded and complimented. “It’s called the calico cat hair.” Joohyung made a cat ear with one of her hands since the other one was holding her waffle. Seeing Joohyung do the famous cat pose in person caused the girls to squeal and hug each other tighter making Joohyung chuckle. “We can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow bye!” The girls happily waved bye and continued walking with huge smiles on their faces. Both Joohyung and Yeonjun waved bye to them as well.

“We should film a tiktok dancing to ‘I’ll see you there tomorrow’.” Yeonjun turned to face Joohyung, as he asked her. “Sure.” Joohyung finished her waffle. It wasn’t long before the two members had a little crowd watching them film the tiktok which caused Joohyung to be a bit embarrassed, but nevertheless the two confidently danced to the phone camera. Seeing the crowd Joohyung had an idea, but she needed the approval of their bodyguard. “Can I high five them? I’ll do it really fast please.” She begged their bodyguard who gave her a quick nod. “Thank you~” Joohyung skipped her way over and held both her hands out, and moas quickly realized what she was doing. “Moas~” Joohyung tried to high five and hold hands with as many moas as she can. Yeonjun felt left out and immediately ran over and started saying ‘hi’ to moas.

Their bodyguard quickly made his way over to tell the members come back. “We’ll see you there tomorrow!” Joohyung was mentioning the music bank. “Bye~” both members waved, as they made their way back to their manager. “They were so cute.” Joohyung cooed. “Their eyes lit up immediately as they saw you get close to them.” Yeonjun smiled at the memory. “They waited for us for so long.” Joohyung felt bad that they haven’t visit Europe and perform for their moas here. “We have to make sure we put on a fire performance for them.” Yeonjun is keeping note to put all his energy in tomorrow performance. “We should go back then. Save our energy.” Joohyung led the group back to their hotel.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc #txt scenarios

[averageallogene]

Kazuha ♡⊹˚ Only you (NSFW)

✧˖°. Summary: Loving a wanderer is not easy, especially when the lonely nights grow in numbers and the longing brings forth negative thoughts. Just as her self doubt begins to boil over, her Kazuha returns, committed to chase any insecurities away.

fem. reader (3rd person) ; hurt to comfort with then concluding smut. cw for insecurities / self doubt regarding love life.

6k words.

notes. I really couldn't just not write something as sickeningly sweet as this for our beloved Kazuha <3. We all just know he's the sweetest there is and I wanted to attempt and showcase that! I hope you like the progression in this one~ Enjoy! ✧˖°.

Normality remained strong in Ligue Harbor, the banality of human life boasting lively as another day concluded for many across the prosperous city. The sun was still in the sky, golden rays blessing the nation of the Geo Lord as many of its inhabitants retired for their families or loved ones, the night soon beginning. Lights were lit, the harbor still roaring as the dock workers ensured everything was in order for the day. 

On the usual spot she remained, hands holding across her front as she silently prayed for the known ship to dock. Colorful eyes gleamed with hope, grasping one of the many letters she'd been given to the messengers that reached her, the only link between herself and her beloved. 

"Waiting for the Crux, I reckon?" One of the workers approached her, sympathetic look across his face as she nodded in confirmation. "I'm afraid the ship won't be docking today either, miss. The sea's been rather violent out there, so that might just be the cause of their delay."

[F/N] simply nodded her head, gaze lowering as she sighed quietly. The vague explanation was a clear attempt at an excuse to soothe the heartache the sailor had probably seen many times before her, yet it still stung all the same despite the good intentions. Another day without her lover felt like yet another knife that perforated her heart, wound gashing deep as she silently wept for his absence.

Loving a wanderer wasn't easy, and [F/N] was very aware of such. Still, caging a bird that wished for nothing more than to soar across the skies was brutal, far too brutal for anyone as loving and as carefree as her dearest Kazuha. Even if it stung whenever he wouldn't be there with her, the love she held for him far surpassed the temporary ache. [F/N] knew she was loved, it was evidently clear in the way Kazuha always returned, regardless of his love of freedom. It was evident in the way he always held her, the way he eyed her, the way he dedicated a poem in each letter he'd send - of how the winds atop a mountain reminded him of her soothing embrace, of how the hues in the sunset of the west resembled her face whenever she gained a pink color, of how the sound of the waterfalls couldn't possibly compare to all the pure love that poured from his heart in her name. Kaedehara Kazuha was a very loving man, one that ensured to make it known for the one he always thought back to and returned, regardless of where he was. 

Even so, why would these thoughts every so often creep up on her? He loved her, and his word had always been sacred. [F/N] would never even dream of doubting Kazuha's words, yet the mind could be an ugly enemy to battle against when the lonely nights carried on, one after the other.

"Why not join us for dinner tonight? Come on, it'll be fun!" A friend had suggested, noticing the way her mere aura wept around her very frame. 

The intentions had been good, to say the least. Yet the way her friends were either accompanied or spoke of nothing else than their partners and their relationships served little to distract her of her own ordeal. The food was delectable, yet it seemed particularly bland despite the expertise of the cooks that carried out the Yue Cuisine legacy. [F/N] could only find herself picking at the food presented to her, head hanging low as her locks partially hid her face from the view of her friends in front of her. 

"Hey [F/N], are you alright?" Another one of her girlfriends inquired, receiving only a short response from the girl in question. 

"How's Kazuha been?" The girl beside her asked, intentions nice despite not reading the room.

The only one that seemed to truly be aware of their friend's emotions at that moment had been the one that had invited her in the first place. With a glance that inquired if they were serious?, she gesticulated her hands slightly before [F/N] were to notice. 

"He's… He's been doing good. I hope?" She responded, the last question leaving her in a quick breath that nearly escaped everyone in the room. The atmosphere was quickly shifting, everyone around the table growing quieter as the conversation went on. 

"O-Oh?" Although definitely reading the room now, it felt odd to leave it out in the open after inquiring of how everything was on their end. Ignoring their friend's glance, her attention shifted to [F/N] once more. "Wasn't he due to return a few days ago?"

"Yes… He was. I'm a little worried if…"

If he won't come back to me, it was stuck at the back of her throat as it formed into a lump that threatened to suffocate her. After all, Kazuha was just… Perfection. He deserved only the very best. A life chained down to Liyue Harbor with herself… Was it really something he deserved?

"Oh, dear…" A sigh of frustration was heard from the same friend, deciding that her opinion should be heard on the matter. Even as she was quietly urged to not say it, something everyone but [F/N] seemed to be aware of, she continued to speak. "You've been way too gloomy these past few days… Is Kazuha the reason you haven't been yourself?"

"Huh?"

"He's not really been there for you has he? I mean- With someone as far away as he is, how can he truly be there for you when you're like this?"

"Hey, stop it-" The other girlfriend tried to stop her then and there, the urge of throwing her out of the dining area of the restaurant becoming quite enticing all of the sudden. 

"When was the last time he was here? And for what, a week? I don't like seeing you like this, and I don't want to be the one to break it to you [F/N], but someone that truly cared wouldn't always be leaving you in the dirt like this."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Her friend nearly shouted, all the while [F/N] simply stared at her, apparently processing what she was saying before formulating a response. 

"I'm sorry, but it has to be said! You're always supporting Kazuha on his decisions, but why doesn't he just stay more often? Wouldn't he be able to do so if he loves you? Is he afraid of commitment?"

"I'm not hungry anymore." Suddenly [F/N] got up, placing the chopsticks to the side carefully before eyeing everyone on the table. Despite the twisting emotions stirring deep within her, the fire to still respond somehow came forth. "You wouldn't possibly understand just how important this is for Kazuha. I'd advise you to think before you spew hurtful things about your friends' relationships."

The group was left in utter awkwardness, the young girl retiring for the night as frustrated tears fell down from her face. Anger and disappointment flowed together, both at her idiot friend, if she could even be called that, and at herself. Her heart felt as though it was punctured with small needles, threatening to shatter in a thousand pieces as her mind continued to juggle between her self doubt and her faith in Kazuha. 

[F/N] hadn't even realized when she had entered her small home, the door closing behind her as her vision remained blurry with the tears. Kazuha loves me, right? , Of course he does, would he ever lie? , Well, why would he want me anyway? , He could have anyone after all , I’m sure he’s met many more interesting people out there , they were all thoughts that jumbled inside her head as she retired to her cold and empty room, disappearing amidst the silken sheets as she succumbed to a melancholic sleep. 

The following day at work was difficult, [F/N] having trouble focusing as she attended to her duties with due diligence. It didn't help the fact that, working directly with people, she had to tuck away her sorrows for the day all the while faking her smile to the customers that kept the business afloat. Her mind however could only wonder back to her lover, the one that hadn't sent a letter to her in a while, the one that perhaps was too good for her after all. 

She found herself at the docks after her shift, seeking comfort amidst the soothing breeze of Liyue as it caressed her face. Her eyes sought refuge from the light as they closed, a pained expression painted in faint layers as she breathed slowly. In the distance, seagulls could be heard as they took flight, the echoing sounds reaching her ears as she sighed quietly.

Perhaps… A free bird shouldn't be bound to anything, she thought.

Perhaps that was what she was, a mere binding down to his happiness. If she wasn't there… Would Kazuha have more time to enjoy himself across Teyvat?

She hadn't even heard the approaching footsteps, a lonesome figure dressed in the warmest reds reaching her from behind. She remained there, fingers interlaced together against her belly as she pondered over, mind painstakingly torturing her heart as it overanalyzed every little thing.

"This conflict within your heart, dove… It worries me so." Her eyes shot wide open, body jumping lightly before coming face to face with the warmest gaze that reflected the most radiants of sunsets. "Would you like to explain to me what troubles you?"

"Kazuha!.. You’re back!" [F/N] murmured, eyes still locked with his own as she took the moment to even react. This was enough to further confirm his suspicions, expression furrowing with worry as he gently reached his hand out to hold her own.

"Yes, my love." He hummed softly, reading her like an open book. Averting his gaze was of little use, yet she did it all the same, the little faith in hiding her conflict from his experienced eyes leading her to do so as he tucked some strands behind her ear. " Something wrong? I'm all ears, I hope you know so."

"I… I don't want to burden you." She sighed softly, voice speaking lower than what he'd like. After all, her voice was the most beautiful sound to ever grace his ears. "After all, you've just returned…"

"You'd never, ever burden me." He spoke with confidence, yet his tone oozed with the honey that would always draw her back into him. His fingers, previously lingering on the side of her face, quickly traveled down her jawline, lifting her chin gently as she finally looked back into his eyes once more. "I arrived a little bit ago. The Crux had to continue their voyage, yet my promise to return to you was much more important."

Her eyes glistened upon his words, the previous brick walls that isolated her within her self doubts crumbling piece by piece. Her smile lifted for a mere moment before it faltered, silently thanking him for always knowing what to say, as was customary for Kazuha. Seemingly reading her yet again, he continued.

"There was a delay in our trip as we were nearly ambushed amidst the sea. Even with a reputation as high as hers, Beidou still finds some rascals willing to try their very best from time to time." He explained calmly, fingers caressing her skin as the harbor seemingly stood still around them. "All I could think about was how you'd be doing… Oh, how I missed you, my love."

"Kazuha… I missed you so much…" She sobbed, hands covering her face as she felt herself be lovingly embraced into his grasp. His arms held the warmth of the world, the faint scent of the salty sea enveloping her as [F/N] let herself go. His voice soothed her with calming words, reassuring her once more of how he missed her so, her aching heart slowly and steadily being soothed over. 

It was the first time in a very long while that the house didn't feel cold. The couple returned to the humble abode as the door was closed behind them, Kazuha never letting go of his lover's hand even as they remained there in the entryway. His thumb caressed her skin carefully, his eyes pleading for her to speak her mind as she deserved to.

"My dear… You wouldn't happen to be so sorrowful on my account, would you?"

The mere way her muscles tensed as a response was more than enough to confirm his worries, it now being his turn to feel his heart ache. His hand held hers tighter now, a light squeeze that spoke directly of his regret of ever being the cause of her hurt. 

"It's not your fault, don't ever think that…" [F/N] shook her head, her fingers reciprocating the same gentleness to him as they remained perfectly still. Kazuha carefully came closer, his breath tickling her skin softly as he quietly coaxed her to continue. "I've just been having… Some negative, unwanted thoughts."

"Is that so? Would you like to share more with me?" Kazuha softly voiced out, at that point her chest pressing against his own. "Just know you don't have to if you don't feel comfortable, dear. I'll support you either way, just like you've always supported me."

Kazuha spoke with the utmost love, the utmost devotion, like one worshiped a deity with all their being. His feather light touch was enough to ignite small sparks from within her skin, sending small shivers down her spine as she relished on his presence. The way he'd worded himself was enough to finally crumble her walls, the sudden suffocation within her chest urging her to spill every worry she had, every ache her mind fabricated. 

"Kazuha- I… I love you, so much," [F/N] stuttered, her cheeks gaining color as she openly wept before him. "But I just can't help but… But feel like I'm-"

"Holding me back?" He completed it for her, watching as she adorably nodded her head, lip twisting in agony as he hummed in response. His fingers lingered on her cheek, calloused thumb working to carefully wipe off every tear that left her gaze. 

"How did you know?" She hiccuped.

"The wind whispered your sorrows to me, dove." He responded truthfully, watching as she cracked a small smile. To her it was a poetic way to tell her it was intuition, but only Kazuha knew the true reality of his words. "My love, if I may ask, why would you ever think that?"

"I… I just… I suppose that…"

Patience was one of the many things that made Kazuha the perfect person, his gaze burning with nothing short of sheer love as his other hand carefully lowered to rest upon her hip. He wanted her to fully let it all out, together finding the root of the issue before they could grow together. 

"I think it all started with me just… Missing you too much? It sounds a little ridiculous-"

"It isn't, dear. None of your emotions are ridiculous. But please, continue."

"I suppose I started wondering if I had become too… Boring. Against the excitement described in all the letters you send me, I’d fear I can't be all that exciting to return to… Right? There must be far more intriguing people out there, someone that perhaps…. That perhaps, is more…” It stung her to even say it, yet the need to finally communicate what her brain processed was evident. “...Compatible, with you.”

Kazuha continued to gaze at her with fondness and sympathy, his thumb continuing to circle her cheek in a slow and soothing pattern. He waited for her to finally look back up at him, searching for any signs of confirmation to what she suspected. There was nothing as far as she could tell, the samurai before her glancing at her with nothing short of pure love. 

"Is that what you've been thinking, dear?" He hummed warmly, his strong grasp only pulling her closer to him. He felt as her arms wrapped around his lower back, her head nodding slowly as his fingers entangled themselves through her hair. "I'm so sorry, I wouldn't ever want you to think that I wished to be away from you for longer than I already can be…"

He began leaning closer, his soft lips brushing against the top of her head before he began to plant soft kisses. His breath tickled her skin, feeling as he moved towards her forehead, leaving a trail of warm kisses all the while he continued to speak. 

"In truth, wherever I go, I always find myself circling back to you. Every piece of beauty I stumble upon brings me back to your own, reminding me over and over just how lucky I am to have you." Kazuha smiled softly, his own cheeks gaining a hint of color as he opened his heart for her. It wasn't difficult for someone who held his heart in his sleeve, yet the way his girlfriend reacted to it each time only made his fondness grow even more. "To have someone who truly understands and supports me, I won't ever take that for granted. No one shall ever compare to your kindness, your support, your patience, your positivity, your dedication… No matter how 'intriguing' they may be, to me no one shall ever, ever whisk my heart from you." His hand continued to circle her back slowly, her body growing soothed as his words reaffirmed their position and blew away her worries. "I too don't like being far from you my love, yet I can't also force you to follow me and give up on your own dream."

Her head nodded against his chest, signifying her agreement to his words. Her grip onto his frame tightened, causing him to bring her even closer as they remained where they were. Kazuha could feel their heartbeats pump in unison, the vulnerable moment only amplifying their strong emotions to one another. 

"I love you, my dear [F/N]. With all my heart and a promise to the stars above, my heart belongs to you, only." Kazuha whispered, his tone honest and ardent. His hand slid up to once more hold her cheek, coaxing her to look up to him once more. His eyes shimmered with love, a small smile gracing his handsome face as she felt her own cheeks grow in warmth. 

"I love you too, Kazuha…" [F/N] eagerly responded, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry I've ever let myself think that-"

His thumb softly pressed against her lips, quietly hushing her as he shook his head. It's alright, I understand, his gaze told her in silence. His smile only grew, letting them bask in the quietness for a mere instance. Kazuha himself wasn't immune to those thoughts, either. On lonesome nights across his journey he'd pondered if he was worthy of his beloved, if his presence was doing her more harm than good. Yet the love he held for her always pulled him back, never being courageous enough to let go, never wanting to. 

With his head tilting forward they shared a deep kiss, their confessions pouring into it as their lips danced slowly. Kazuha savored every instance, sighing against her hold as he basked in the familiarity and warmth of her soft, irresistible kisses. Whilst one hand remained snuggly on her hip, the other lowered to her neck, carefully stroking behind as he pulled his beloved closer, leading the two of them across their silent confession as none dared to move. [F/N] smiled softly against his lips, her own hand holding him closer by his clothing while another stroking upwards to find his lovely hair. The way her fingers waved through his locks had him trembling at the end of his back, Kazuha taking the instance to deepen the kiss with a passion that only began to overflow. She could feel it as well, the way his lips moved a little more frantically, the way he began to sigh a little quicker against her mouth. He leaned to the side, attacking the corner while letting her catch her breath, whispering to her ear. 

"I love you, my dove. My flame only burns for you, only you." His words of love and adoration were hard to ever cease, her head beginning to spin in the process as she slowly got drunk on his confessions. "Allow me to show you, just how much I mean my words."

A small gasp leaving her throat, her arms quickly sought stability on his neck, Kazuha easily lifting her off the ground as he whisked her in his arms. One hand around the back of her knees and the other on her lower back, his cheeky smile wasn't passed unnoticed as he continued to pepper her with kisses, all the way to their shared bedroom. Even with the dim light he moved without any issues, ending up with the two of them on their bed, him atop his beloved as she eyed him with expectancy. 

Even with such little light Kazuha looked ethereal, his calming smile sending her heart ablaze as her hand worked on removing the hair tie that caged his beautiful hair. It was his own turn to tremble, the sensation of her hands on his scalp always triggering something within him as he pounced. His calloused fingers moved around her frame with the utmost care, as if before him stood a masterpiece that could break under any sign of force. The little shivers he could feel against his fingers had him biting his lower lip, gazing at her with love as he removed each and every layer of her clothing. 

"You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes upon, [F/N]..." He murmured, lips brushing against her own before lowering to her chest. The warmth of his breath contrasted with the cold of her bare skin, causing her to jolt slightly against him as her hands held him close. "I will never get tired of your beauty, never will I not want to show my devotion to you."

"K-Kazuha," she breathed out in a trembling tone, her skin reacting to every little bit of attention he bestowed upon her. His hands explored her chest before landing on her breasts, one hand cupping each as he massaged them sensually. [F/N] could do little but bite her lower lip, suppressing the little sounds from eagerly escaping as she gazed at him with half lidded eyes.

“You’re beautiful… So beautiful.” He repeated like a prayer, lips lingering lower down her belly, planting kisses along all the way. 

He could feel the way her thighs closed shut, the smile against her skin being felt as his hands lowered to reach her hips. His lovely girlfriend could only whine at the sudden loss of warmth across her bare chest, feeling her entire body grow excited as he continued his ministrations. By that point, Kazuha nestled himself comfortably against her legs, burrowing himself in between them as his strong hold carefully pried her open, like a most delicate gift he’d forever treasure. His red eyes, gleaming with a burning passion, gazed up to her as he gave her a loopy smile, one of both love and lust as his fingers ran across her sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby. Don’t you worry…” He cooed softly, kissing and nibbling from her inner thigh closer and closer until he reached her exposed heat, already wet with excitement for his attention. His breath both tickled and excited her further, attentive fingers spreading her pussy lips apart before he gave her one slow lick.

“A-Ah, K-Kazuha!” [F/N] yelped, her back arching lightly as she closed her eyes. Her hand sought the bedsheets below them as she attempted to hold still, her hips involuntarily jerking against his mouth for more. He could only smile, basking in her essence and scent as he fully intended on drowning himself in the moment.

“You taste wonderful, dove. I can never get enough of you.” His tone came out in a groan, feeling his throat dry up like he’d been thirsty for years. Another lick, and another, he couldn’t even get his request out without eating her out more and more. “I want you to, look at me,” He groaned, his hand squishing her thigh. He watched as she hesitated for a moment, before finally opening her eyes and looking at him, the most endearing expression of bashfulness across her beautiful face as she breathed heavily. “I want you to keep looking at him while I pleasure you, baby. Can you do that for me?”

“M-Mhm, I-I’ll try…” [F/N] moaned out, clenched first hiding her opened mouth as she continued to breathe out. It was difficult, yet she could never deny any request her beloved Kazuha had for her. Despite the embarrassment, the way he got off on the eye contact as he ate her out was something that stirred her in a way she couldn’t quite describe, enough to convince her to oblige. 

“Good girl. My good girl…” The samurai breathed out, leaning in before putting his skilled tongue to use. 

Setting her pussy lips apart with his wet muscle, Kazuha’s gleaming gaze didn’t deviate from her face, watching with entertainment every little reaction and shift of expression she offered to him. Her lips remained parted in a delicious expression, breathing out repetitions of his name as his tongue swirled upwards to her bud. He licked, tasted, explored, leaving no corner of her needy pussy untouched as he savored every drop of juice she had to offer to him. 

“You taste so good, dove. I could die a happy man like this,” he chuckled in a breathless tone, burrowing himself even deeper as her thighs closed in on his head. Kazuha could feel himself becoming lightheaded, drowning himself in the taste of his lover as he lifted one hand to aid his tongue.

“Nnnnhah, Kazuha! That feels so good, ah-” She moaned in a high pitched tone, eyes shutting for a mere moment upon feeling two of his fingers going inside her. [F/N] continued moaning his name, shivering in delight as a hand landed back on his gorgeous light hair.

Against her grip he grunted, now his turn of feeling his eyes nearly closing. Kazuha remained steady however, his mouth suckling and playing with her clit as he continued to pump his fingers deeper into her. He could feel her walls tighten around his digits, the sounds of her juices squelching against his hand bringing a most satisfied smile to his face. His soul burned brightly as he realized how despite everything she kept on gazing down at him, doing her utmost to keep up her promise to him even as her eyes grew glossy.

“You’re just too precious, my love.” He cooed against her pussy, fingers pumping faster and deeper, hitting her where she saw stars. Her response was a gasp and a dragged out moan, hand gripping tighter onto his hair, pulling him closer as she sought any form of release while grinding against his face. 

“Kazu, d-don’t look at me l-like that,” [F/N] breathed out, tears falling down her rosy cheeks as she felt herself grow closer and closer to her orgasm. “It’s, ahn- Embarrassing~”

“I’m sorry love, I just can’t help myself.” He sighed blissfully in response, lowering himself for a mere moment before licking greedily all around the juices that dripped down from her hole, his fingers scissoring her with expertise as she contorted in pleasure. “I just can’t keep my eyes off of your beautiful frame, all sensitive and just for my eyes to see… I’m such a lucky man.”

“Kazuha!” [F/N] called out in a trembling voice, eyes pleading with him to not stop. 

“Are you close, darling?” He hummed, her head nodding frantically as she eyed him with fervor, pleading to please bring her to a release. Kazuha could only offer her a lopsided smile, his heart soaring to watch as he pleased her so well. “Don’t worry, I promised I’d take good care of you, baby. Go on, cum for me, alright?”

Her breathing grew frantic, moaning to his delightful ears as he continued to finger her quicker, tongue carving out every corner of her pussy as he engraved her scent in his mind. His eyes didn’t leave her face, wishing to witness her beautiful expression twisting upon reaching her high. [F/N] babbled on his name, hips bucking against his face before finally releasing the tight knot that had formed in her belly. He felt her walls spasm against his fingers, moving them slower, riding her through her wild climax as his tongue calmed down, offering her slower licks before moving on to kiss her inner thighs.

“There you go, dove… So gorgeous, so good for me.” Kazuha smiled, reassurance beaming through his words as they dripped out like the sweetest honey in her ears. He watched as she relaxed, her hold around him loosening and letting him crawl up to meet her face.

Kazuha kissed her deeply, his lover being quick to reciprocate the act. Her hands grasped onto him weakly, moaning against the kiss as his tongue met hers, saliva connecting as they twisted in bed, bodies grinding together. Kazuha could feel himself throbbing underneath his layers of clothing, growing hotter with each moment he spent with the love of his life. He made sure to part her lips nice and wide, suddenly ambushing her mouth as he slipped his fingers in, watching as she opened her eyes in confusion. Her face grew hotter, tasting her own release as her tongue swirled around his fingers, licking them fully while gifting him with the most delectable moans. His eyes grew heavier, his breathing following suit as he felt the urge to move forward with their session. 

“You came quite hard, didn’t you?” He pointed out, a hint of cheekiness amidst the otherwise sugary sweet voice he had for her. “I bet it was lonely without me, wasn’t it honey?”

She shyly nodded her head. “I-It just… Isn’t the same, without you…” She admitted under her breath, watching as he began to undress himself. 

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s okay, I’ll take good care of you now.” He reassured her, chasing her lips with his own as they fumbled together to fully undress the samurai. 

Kazuha couldn’t possibly let go of her mouth, soft laughter filling the room every so often as the two lovers jumbled around the now messy bed. His clothing was thrown to the floor without much thought, his hot body being hit with the cooler air as they finally embraced one another skin to skin. [F/N]’s ears were filled with excuses as to why he couldn’t possibly let her go, citing how her lips tasted too sweet, how she always captivated him beyond the wish to breathe.

“I love you, [F/N]. Only you.” Kazuha repeated, his fingers lacing with her own as they stood still, bodies pressed together as he finally stopped kissing her for a mere second.

“I love you too, Kazuha…” She quickly replied, the smile on her face genuine as his heart leaped at the view before him.

His hand snuck behind her lower back, quickly turning the two of them around. [F/N] gasped softly upon feeling him move her with ease, soon finding herself sat on his lap, her beloved laying below her with the most radiant of smiles, accompanied by the loveliest shade of pink on his cheeks.

“I want you to use me, pleasure yourself.” He requested, voice velvety sweet as his hands came to rest on her hips. He watched her hesitate, blushing furiously as he began rubbing circles around her waist.

“B-But…”

She watched as he tilted his head to the side, waiting patiently for a response. Yet nothing came, the thought about taking the lead was exciting [F/N] quite a lot. Up to that point Kazuha had usually been the one to take charge, yet the way he seemed to hold her and wanting to be the one to be used brought a new sensation to her belly she hadn’t quite experienced. She was brought out of those thoughts as his hardened cock grinded against her still sensitive pussy, feeling the thick vein on its side pressing against her and making her nearly see stars.   

“I belong to only you, after all.” Kazuha sighed in bliss, eagerly attempting to hold his hips from bucking too frequently as he patiently waited for her to move.

A shiver was felt down her spine, the two lovers sharing a glance before she nodded her head. With her hand she cautiously aligned herself with his cock, slowly but surely lowering herself onto him before her expression began shifting. How long had she felt her walls being stretched to fit him- Goodness, her mind was already melting. Kazuha just felt deliciously good, reaching all the right spots as she moaned out his name. 

“Ngh, h-how I missed this.” He moaned, his hands gripping at her hips before slowly finding their way closer to her ass. His eyes nearly shut in pure bliss, yet he held on, gaze lowering only to watch as her pussy engulfed him whole.

“Ah Kazu, y-you’re so big…” [F/N] shivered, the blush upon her face rivaling the maple leaves of his homeland in the cooler months. Her walls sucked him eagerly, as if kissing his dick and begging him to remain there forever, something that had his head spinning in delight. As she adjusted to his size, she couldn’t help but wonder, how come he felt bigger? Was she just so desperate to have him that her mind warped her perception, or...?

After a mere moment and a shared glance, her hips began moving, taking charge as they both began letting out sounds of pleasure. Kazuha could only watch as his cock was buried deep within her walls, each time kissing her deeper and deeper with his tip as he focused to not come undone then and there - it wasn’t like he could be blamed however, after all, not only did his darling’s pussy just feel sinfully delicious, but the view before him was to die for. [F/N]’s body moved up and down, the sweat gleaming off her skin with the little light they had amidst the dark room, her eyes focusing on him as they drowned in one another’s presence. Her tits bounced in rhythm with her body, hypnotizing him to a trance as he felt his throat dry up with all the sighs of pleasure he let out.

“[F/N]...” He moaned out, causing her inner walls to squeeze him even harder in response. “Y-You look, ahgn- Simply d-divine, love.” He smiled widely, his hands reaching out for her to take them. 

[F/N] blushed furiously, only moaning in response as she took his hands in hers. Their fingers laced together, Kazuha holding her with conviction as he offered her a steady way to hold herself up as she fucked herself on his throbbing cock. The sound of her ass rippling on him as she breathed heavily only further enhanced his pleasure, watching the show as he continued to praise and worship her very being.

“I love you, [F/N]... Archons, how much I love you. I can’t, ah, get enough of you.” Kazuha sighed, watching as her locks partially covered her face, lips twisting in pleasure as she felt herself pick up the pace, the same knot from before beginning to form deep within her belly.

“Kazuha, ah, Kazuha!” She whined, her hips moving in a circling motion as his cock kissed her in a particularly delicious spot, her back arching in response. “I love you, so much! Ah~”

He could feel himself closing in, his jawline tensing as his muscles contracted as a response. [F/N] could nearly drool at the sight, his toned body reacting with the way she bounced on his cock, doing nothing else but milking him for all he was worth.

“I love you,” He huffed, feeling as she lowered herself unexpectedly to chase after his lips. Obliging with a wide smile, his moans were muffled as she kissed him deeply, his hands returning to her hips and aiding her in keeping the rapid rhythm she sought. Even amidst the kisses he found openings to proclaim his desire for her, his mind already melting with how good she was making him feel. “I love you, I love you. Only you, dove. Only you.”

[F/N] could only moan incomprehensibly as a response, a faint attempt to reply a similar variant falling short as he bucked his hips involuntarily. Her eyes rolled back as she could only register his tip kissing her cervix, thrusting deeper and quicker, abusing her aching hole whilst also doing little less than worshiping it at the same time. He nibbled on her lower lip for a moment, relishing on her broken moans of his name as her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers stroking through his freed blond hair.

“Ahhh- ‘M close, Kazu!” [F/N] warned him, her eyes stinging with tears once more as her hips nearly gave out on her, were it not for the support his strong grip gave her.

“M-Me too,” Kazuha replied, a hint of disappointment evident amidst the pleasure. “Y-You just- Feel too- Good, ah.”

Even so, like always, he focused on ensuring her release before his own. Even on the brink of orgasm, his discipline knew no bounds, focusing instead on her lips and neck before feeling her wave crash against his body. [F/N] let out one final broken moan of his name, alongside a plea to release inside of her. He was nobody to not oblige, smiling drunkenly against her skin before picking up the pace, thrusting through her overstimulated pussy as he chased his own release. Repeated moans of her name left his lips like a sacred chant, nails gripping her ass before one final thrust having him release deep within her walls. Thick spurts of white painted her every corner, a tremble going all the way down her back as [F/N] felt her mind turn into a puddle. Even as he came Kazuha continued thrusting his hips, mouth open wide as he breathed heavily against her lips, feeling as his seed spilled out even before he had pulled out of her pussy.

“Ahn… S-So m-much…” She stuttered, eyes shutting close as she felt her body press against his own. Breathing heavily against his frame, her hands remained on his hair as she began stroking it slower, calmer, trying to catch her breath as he rode his high.

Kazuha’s lips were soon glued to her own, refusing to pull out of her pussy as they remained there. His hands stroked through her lovely figure, silently thanking her for taking him so well, for obliging to every little request he’d given her. He could only smile as he felt her body fully press against his own, resting against his toned chest as their heartbeats slowed down. 

“That was beyond amazing, dove.” He commented, tucking some hair behind her ear before giving her a smile. He studied her flushed face, basking in the smile she returned to him. “Are you tired?”

“O-Oh… Mhm…” Her blush worsened, hesitantly nodding her head. His perceptive eyes saw right through her though, the cheeky smile she adored too much returning to his face as his head tilted to the side. 

“Oh really? Seems like someone missed me that much…” A playful pinch of her ass followed, laughing quietly at the yelp she let out before eyeing him back with a pout. “Well, I believe I missed you much more…”

[F/N]’s back shivered as she realized the shift in his gaze, feeling as his cock began hardening whilst still buried deep inside her. She bit her lip with expectancy, shimmering eyes locking with his own as he played with her hair gently.

“How about we catch our breaths before round two, dove? We have to make up for our time apart, after all…”

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact Kazuha x reader #Kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #yoko drabbles

[yujeong]

So, there's this fic I want to write for months now about the first time Pete says "I love you" to Vegas and it made me want to make a post about it as well. I truly believe saying that phrase is a huge deal to Pete and I want to explain why.

Starting with the fact that I loved, loved, LOVED that in the show, he never said it. Not directly, anyway. He didn't shoot Vegas when he had the chance, he shot Vegas when it was necessary to save him, he told him he was right there, he told him he was hungry, he told him he's following his heart. All of those things are different ways of saying "I love you" but it's not the phrase itself. And that's important because it truly showcases the core aspects of Pete's character.

Pete isn't like Vegas. Both of them are very emotional but the way they express their emotions is almost the complete opposite. Vegas is letting them get out of control, spilling out of him, while Pete is keeping them deeply locked up inside him until they eventually explode and he can't contain them anymore. Both of them at first are unwilling to recognise how they feel about the other, the changes that are happening inside of them but Vegas comes to the realization quicker than Pete and tells him so. All of this is why Vegas saying the phrase out loud in contrast to Pete never saying it makes perfect sense in the narrative.

I truly believe that Pete has this feeling in his chest which he isn't even sure what it's called or even if it's what most people would call it but it's so strong for Vegas that he knows he can't live without it so he decided to chase after it. There's this incredible fic by LuckyDiceKirby called "even the clearest water" that has an exchange between Vegas and Pete, in which Vegas asks him if Pete loves him and Pete replies with this:

"I don’t know. How could I know what that feels like? I’m not that kind of person. You make my teeth ache. You make the world bright, like it’s real. It hurts. It’s hurt since I met you, but that means I can never forget I’m alive."

I cannot tell you what I even felt when I read that. It was a mix of pure awe and enlightenment, because it was what I had been thinking after watching the show but was unable to put into words.

Now, as I was writing this post, a thought popped into my head related to this and I want to express it. I think the fandom unanimously agrees that Vegas has the capacity for kindness and softness due to Macau, the wonderful, perfect, sweet little gremlin angel of my heart. Macau is the reason Vegas even knows what love is, otherwise starved for it because no one else in his life gives it to him in any way, share or form until Pete comes along.

This got me thinking: who does Pete have in his life to show him what love and affection is?

At first glance, Pete's environment seems fine and way better than Vegas'. He has people that care about him, he has friends, he has a nice room, his grandma sends him meals that he's allowed to eat in his room. Is this actually true though? Is the main family as kind and sweet and full of affection as it seems?

Well...no, it's not. All of this is superficial. Pete got forgotten the moment Kinn had Porsche in his arms (and bed). No one remembered him except Tankhun, who we could argue also loves Pete superficially and doesn't really view him as a person (I love Tankhun and I say that affectionately. I think post canon he has the potential to change his way of thinking and behaviour towards his bodyguards).

But what about Pete's grandma?, I hear people say. Well, she is the only person Pete says "I love you" to but is this enough to claim that he knows what love is? When he doesn't live with her, doesn't have the ability to physically touch her for comfort whenever he needs to, can't talk to her freely without surveillance? He only gets a glimpse of it and if we also include the fact that he works for the main family for years, he's been deprived of love almost all of his life. No wonder the poor man is confused and doesn't realise what he's feeling for Vegas. He wasn't even a person until the safehouse.

The environments Vegas and Pete grew up in shaped them into who they became and it's evident if you think about it in the way I described above: Vegas' environment is cruel and unforgiving with a speck of actual love in the form of his brother and Pete's is presumably kind but devoid of substance. I'm oversimplifying this of course but I think the core aspects of how he lives in the main family play an important role in Pete's character.

All in all, Pete is a brilliantly written character and I want to thank the writing team and Build for giving him to me. I truly hope that when I manage to write this fic, I'll do his character justice.

#Pete has consumed my brain #I had promised two other meta posts but i couldn't help myself #Thinking about Pete 24/07 #The relationship between Pete and love fascinates me #I can't believe this show makes me think of things unsaid as much as things that were said #Truly fantastic #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #pete phongsakorn saengtham

[theghostbunnie]

Just to preference alot of this is my interpretations/HCs/OC and very little of it is cannonical character analysis:

So her name is Penelope Esther Goldman but she just goes by her middle name Esther, as a funny little nod to know SK and Neil are both named Neil, she shares a name with Mrs Priss and I think I had them go to the same collage or something, might have to do the math on their ages again to see if that lines up

(I HC Carl's last name is Pasternak and Neil's is both, hyphenated.)

She's a incredibly intelligent scientist with extensive knowledge in biology, robotics, chemistry, ect ect. Esther doesn't really emote or exspress her emotions in her voice or face much at all, or well.

Carl when they first met was smitten, he was a groovy goofy goober and still is. He'd do that walrus thing with breadsticks in public at restaurants. He'd skate around with a fanny pack dancing to bee gees. Convince her to go to parties and she'd just be pleasantly content to stand there as he's like "that's fine I can dance enough for the both of us/pos" She had to pass a first aid course and he guided her arms and taught her you can keep the proper rhythm by singing Stayin Alive. He was just really persistent and really sweet and he grew on her okay 😭

Esther didn't really have a respect for philosophy because she didn't really grasp it's value or importance. As she grew to respect him more that sortaa changed.

They eventually got married and really kick-started both of their careers along the way.

(cw miscarriage implications for this next part) Neil's a rainbow baby that happened after several pregnancy losses. It may have been one of the things to strain their marriage but what really ended up doing it in was just the simple fact of life people change and grow apart and can fall out of love so now they can't really interact with each other for long. Their differences and flaws now clash and they butt heads instead of being complimentary.

I'm a firm believer the episode where each camper takes care of an egg they were reflecting their own parents. Carl is embarrassing but he's almost the exact opposite of a smotherer that Neil was showcased to be. His overall parenting style is like he's way more concerned about being Neil's friend than anything.

Esther is the one he's mirroring, here. She treats him like he's fragile almost. She gives him specific everything, down to his bedsheet thread count, knows how to cater to his living needs inside and out. Esther struggles to connect with anyone emotionally, though so her affection in the verbal department isn't as maintained. This never really bothers Neil, it doesn't register as "smothering" to him how much she shelters or caters to him. Because this isn't a kid interested in joining sports he could get hurt in and likes everything in a specific way anyways.

She's more aware socially than Carl is and knows how to not embarrass him in general.

Esther is Neil's biggest role model he wants to be just like her and is mad when he isn't, when he fails to be. He's upset even physically the only thing they share are the eyes. ((Regularly you can't even see Esther's I couldn't help myself in the art above from making them visible/forgot on the cc one but it's supposed to be a bit on "eyes are a window to the soul" thing and she's just that closed off and unreadable. Really only has a soft spot for Neil))

His mother is incredibly intelligent, and just seems so collected to him all the time.. and importantly not over emotional like he can be (his temper specifically.) and ESPECIALLY how emotional his dad can be.

I just love!! Character parallels!!!! How Carl is this emotional goofy person who joked around and danced and played music everywhere and Esther got regarded as "cold" and stiff and Neil is just both of them bc he's so smart but he's also silly. Like he plays video games and gets passionate over little things and allthat and it embarrasses him secretly sometimes, he wishes he could chill out and be like his mother. But the parts of him that reflect his father have always been the parts Esther always loved the most and found endearing. He doesn't know that though.

Neil to an extent even secretly believes if he didn't have his big brain and academic achievements him and his mother wouldn't have this close relationship because this is their shared quality. This is what makes her proud. He's so scared to lose that or disappoint her.

At the same time it doesn't stop him from pinning his parents against each other a bit from time to time. As he knows Esther's go-to move is to spoil him to win.

#oc #oc talk #camp camp oc #camp camp #camp campbell #campcamp #camp camp fandom #neil camp camp #camp camp neil #neil cc #cc neil #cc oc #art #artists on tumblr #fictional characters #digital art #digital illustration #drawing #character design #artist #digital artwork #oc artwork

[slippery-domjot-balls]

Our Man Bashir S4 E10

Saw this episode for the first time this week. There were so many little touches that made the episode a perfect parody of the Bond aesthetic. It payed tribute to classic James Bond (Sean Connery and it even teased the silly nature of Roger Moore's Bond).

The opening sequence of a villain crashing through glass with a follow up KO by the champagne cork was a lovely campy tribute. It had a Our Man Flint with James Coburn vibe! Try those if you like Bond parodies.

The Bondesque portrayal of Bashir works well. It both fits the desire he has to be heroic, to be more alluring and charismatic, and to take confidence in life outside the holosuite. Julian already is those things though. He just needs help realizing that sometimes. He was heroic in Hippocratic Oath when he stood for the lost Jem'Hadar. In his medical domain he is charismatic and in charge. All of his interactions with Garak show his subtle and alluring personality. He is on his journey of gaining confidence and with each passing episode he gains more self-esteem.

We all were admiring Julian just like Garak is. Look at that sweet face. Garak recognizes Julian's chance at character growth as his spy persona. By taking him under his wing, Garak can help him develop as a man of mystery!

The clothing is also perfect. Fashion was nailed for a Bond film parody. The high class tuxedos and the casual sweaters! We only missed out on the incredibly short-short-short-swim-shorts that Sean Connery seemed to love.

Miles as the main evil henchman was an excellent choice. Silly falcon eyepatch was just a bonus. It was nice to see a little spy gadget used by Bashir as well. Gotta have those!

I will make of gif of it later, but Worf blew a genuine smoke ring at one point. The white tux also looked amazing. More Klingons should wear white! It would be great for battle too. Showcases all the blood of their enemies.

Another A+ costume designed by the fabulous Trek Costume designers. The flair, the jewelry, all just works with that stunning Bajoran. She also played the Russian accent really well (not that I am an accent expert). Underneath this holosuite persona though we still enjoy Nana Visitor's warm smile. Nothing can stop her from making all our hearts melt!

Dr. Honey Bare....of course there would be a silly name like that. I wish Dax's character was treated less as plot device, but as a parody of older Bond movies I see the placement and and ridiculousness of it. It did feel like the cast enjoyed making fun of it.

This gem....I cannot even begin to state my delight over this single high pitched chort....giggle...laugh? What even is it? I knew of this gif out of context but now having seen the episode I see that Sisko was the deranged villain set out to destroy the world so he could create his human 2.0 sex island.

Above all of this, we must give the spotlight to the REAL hero. Rom. He is an absolute genius!!!! I love that he is so intelligent. Sure, Lt. Mr. Little Boy Eddington was there too, Odo helped a bunch, and Quark wanted to show off his jacket, but Rom saved the day. Rom singlehandedly saved the entire main cast. On the fly he rigged up an engineering masterpiece in a Frankenstein's monster way. Under incredible pressure with try or die high stakes, he pioneered a solution. I sure hope that Rom can be the star of the show more often in the coming seasons. He is a brilliantly written Ferengi and a well acted character. A loving and supportive father, caring brother, talented engineer, and an all around good friend to everyone.

For me, this episode surprisingly became a "wow, I love Rom" episode. Of course, I enjoyed and can see how iconic and quintessentially Star Trek the entire Bond tribute plot was, but this episode is about Rom for me as much as it is about Bashir and anything else.

I am glad that I can share my first watch of DS9 with all you lovely people. Thank you for sharing all your insights and passion for DS9 and Star Trek as a franchise with me.

Here is to many more shared laughs and warm moments together!

#our man bashir #star trek ds9 #deep space nine #julian bashir #garak #worf #benjamin sisko #jadzia dax #kira nerys #rom #quark #miles o'brien #michael eddington #pictures courtesy of trekcore.com #thank you all you lovely trek fans

[nijigasakilove]

Weekly dose of my independent queen Rishe 🙏🏾 Finally time for her to meet her old friend Kaine for the first time in this life.

Gotta feel weird to see someone you were so close with before using all this formal language and standing on ceremony. That first round of negotiations was never going to go anywhere.

Rishe sneaking out and meeting Kaine at a more appropriate venue, a bar, was a good idea to show her willingness to get a deal done. Kaine is a very results oriented guy and won’t commit to something unless it benefits him. I like it. Rishe’s business acumen was on full display in this episode. Being able to read Kaine like a book because of how close they were also helps. Not to mention giving him medicine for the hangovers people will have after they wake up.. well played Rishe.

The one thing she hadn’t considered was Arnold waiting in her room for her return lol. What I love about that scene in addition to the immense sexual tension, is that Arnold reaffirms his commitment to support Rishe in her endeavours. He doesn’t even try to pry in her business or limit her movements. He just wants her to be safe when doing so considering her position both as future Queen and his fiancé. Understandable. “ I said you’re free to do as you like, not put yourself in danger” cute 😩

The best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. No better way to diffuse the situation than by offering to cook Arnold some food. Despite her humility, Rishe’s soup was more than enough to satisfy Arnold. Guess when you like someone anything they cook tastes good lol. The added medicinal herbs didn’t bother Arnold at all.

Ah yes, Prince Theodore is here. I can already tell he’s a very interesting character. His introduction scene showcases his ability to go between the innocent persona and the more devilish and conniving one. He says he wants to save Rishe, but how does he know Rishe doesn’t want to be there lol!? I’m very much looking forward to that secret he has to tell her next episode.

Arnold arguing with his military advisor about sending the military to help the nobles was a great scene. It seems from everything we’ve seen so far, that Arnold is a very considerate person and loves both his people and close servants. Prioritising the commoners safety over that of nobles who already have private armies isn’t the usual mark of a tyrant. I wonder what makes him go down that dark path in every previous loop.

Really seems like Rishe and Arnold meeting is the big X factor! They’ve both always gone through life alone in these previous loops. The scene of Rishe giving Arnold a fist bump and telling him to do his best was so cute. When you got someone that sweet supporting you, how can you fail!

Great ep

#7th time loop: the villainess enjoys a carefree life married to her worst enemy! #7th loop villainess #7th #7th time loop #loop 7 kaime no akuyaku reijou wa #animanga hive #animanga #animangahive #anime seasonal #seasonal anime

[beezonia]

Bloom headcannons because I was bored and thinking about her

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Her actual name is Aria Lisel Cadenza

But Mike and Vanessa named her Bloom when they found her since Vanessa called her their lucky little bloom

(Fun fact in the magic retold, Mike and Vanessa couldn’t have kids due to Vanessa being infertile so bloom was literally their good luck charm in a sense)

Bloom loved to get muddy as a kid, she just loved exploring, creating scenarios in her head that made her feel more confident in herself

It helped her as she grew, but when she did start high school she was still a bit shy, but more hot headed too

Oh she’s is the perfect picture of a grumpy teen, Mike has had to deal with both her and Vanessa’s sass

Doesn’t help that bloom is a very emotional person, you wrong her and she will not hesitate to scream at you for hours on end if someone doesn’t drag her away

Having said this her emotions affect her magic, if she’s angry bloom is more likely to hurt people with the flame, if she’s sad the flame gets put out and bloom is a grumpy mess

Much like Marion her emotions usually get the better of her sometimes

Both get very angry easily

Oritel and Bloom are extremely good fighters, it took them a long time but once they honed their skills they became stronger then most

Bloom will sometimes just sit in front of an easel and paint random patterns or just things in general to try explain how she’s feeling

It’s something she enjoys doing and Bloom uses it as an outlet so she doesn’t hurt anyone

Bloom loves sweets, especially red velvet cake she’ll buy snacks to fill up a draw in her room so she doesn’t run out of energy

Bloom in my rewrite ends up becoming fairy of the dragons heart (Daphne ends up becoming fairy of the dragons flame/blue flame since she and bloom transfer the flame back to her)

This means she showcases true loyalty and bravery everything the dragons are and represent to domino

She’s also the heart of the winx, they love her and she loves them

Also as the youngest the girls are very protective over bloom

Bloom is sweet always looking out for those in need or just want someone to talk to but she’s also not afraid to beat the crap out of someone if they hurt her or the girls and the specialists

She really loves painting landscapes, also characters from her favourite shows (bloom seems like the type to draw ship art ngl)

Yeah that’s bloom!

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#winx: the magic retold #winx headcanons #winx rewrite #winx club #winx bloom

[noodlesha]

Sex Education: Season 4 (2023) – Just some thoughts.

Over a span of four days, my housemates and I sat down to watch the final season of sex education; the show had started in 2019 (which feels like a lie, but we move I guess) and was loved by the masses. People really resonated with it as they showcased people dealing with all sorts of different complexities and natures and it was truly wonderful to see so many demographics being represented.

And while I know some of the criticism comes from the fact they favour representation over solid writing, I can understand that sometimes it’s just nice to be seen on a tv show with no ulterior motive and to be frank, this show has some great writing with certain characters. But like most TV shows, it didn’t mean it didn’t have its faults much like this season. But I think the best way to talk about this show is through its characters, which are the driving force of this TV show and it both benefits and fails from it.

The New Characters

When going into it, I was quite sceptical about the new characters, and coming out of it, I think I still am. I enjoyed the representation of ‘The Coven’ or whatever they were called, I think Aisha was written the best out of the three considering she had a broader storyline and I loved how they discussed accessibility for disabled people it was very refreshing. But coming out of the show, I don’t think I felt anything for these characters, and I found myself wishing they had Lily and Ola back.

O felt like a complete waste of a character – it felt like they made her very purposefully antagonistic, and yet when it came time to redeem her character it felt like a last-minute decision. I also think the way they handled her asexuality was very odd and felt quite forced at times, I remember during season one the writers seemed to be suggesting Otis was asexual but then didn’t push through to it, O just seemed like a rehash of that exact thing. There was clearly some stuff left out because O felt very antagonistic back at Otis, but Otis didn���t really do much towards their opposing sex clinics.

Adam (and Michael too)

This storyline became a favourite when the show ended and I didn’t think it would hit me as hard as it did. Adam’s character arc through the show has been very interesting to see, when looking back to last season I was never really a fan of Adam and Eric’s love story but that was the storyline that made me like Adam so I guess there was something to it. I also enjoyed that Adam didn’t go into sixth form and instead followed what his interests were, it’s quite cool to show there are different options rather than just sixth form, then university etc. But I loved the interesting parallels between the son and father, both were coming into their own person which was needed for both of them so they could accept one another and their heart-to-heart at the end was very sweet.

Jackson and Viv

I love the platonic bestie vibes this duo have, it’s so wholesome and I enjoy that the writers never compromised their friendship for a relationship because it’s something you don’t really see that often. I liked the storyline Jackson had surrounding the stigma of cancer in men, it was different and very unexpected but I liked that because it is scary and it weaved very well into his intrigue with his identity. One thing I was a bit confused about was Jackson’s journey with his sexuality; I feel like they slightly breached the topic but there was no clear closure for that storyline which was a big part of his character arc last season, but perhaps I missed something. With Viv, her storyline also quite surprised me; I truly didn’t expect her romance with Beau to take an abusive turn – but in retrospect it’s very interesting to see all the qualities of possessiveness and obsession that Beau had throughout the season. But either way I liked the resolutions in their ending (also loved that Aimee and Viv kind of became a duo), and I’m sad to let them go.

Ruby

One thing I really didn’t like this season was Ruby’s storyline; it was just her pining over Otis again and Otis not giving her an inch despite using her to help his campaign. It felt very backwards to me, especially seeing as Otis didn’t even thank her (more on that later because I have so much more to say on Otis); although she found her own confidence at the end and didn’t dance with him, I honestly would’ve preferred if they were just friends, but I can understand the need to have tension and drama to make things more interesting, but I was just left wanting a bit more with her character rather than her problems being purely surface.

Jean (and her sister… and her baby)

I will be honest, it was very odd to see Jean without Jakob (or Sven as my housemates and I referred to him), but truly I kind of didn’t miss him because they introduced a much more compelling duo with her younger sister. Jean’s storyline was quite interesting; to see a woman struggle with post-partum depression on-screen and not be villainised for it was very refreshing and I thought linking it with her fear of being like her own mother was very good. Her sister’s storyline was also very interesting, I liked how different they were and also that they had a very natural sisterly bond, which is something you don’t see among older women anymore in media.

Cal

I really enjoyed that we got more of a look into Cal's life because that was one reason I didn't really connect with Cal last season was because we didn't get a sense of who they are. But this was majorly broached in this season and I was glad because I really enjoyed their character. Their story was wholly centered around their identity and I thought it was very heartwarming that the school charity came together for their top surgery. Two things that I struggled with though were the fact that their attempt to take their own life was very much brushed over and the fact that their and Jackson's storylines didn't really get completed either. But overall, I really enjoyed their character.

Eric

Honestly, he and Aimee are the best characters on this show, and you can’t even change my mind. One thing I was very glad for was that they tabled the whole Eric and Adam relationship and that they recognised that someone shouldn’t be in a relationship with their bully (and because Eric can do so much better, and I say that while loving Adam as a character too). Something that surprised me but in a good way was his relationship with his religion, it’s so interesting to see because you don’t see a lot of this, especially nowadays. And it was nice to see him flourish with friends that understand him and his views on things (OTHER THAN OTIS WHO DOESN’T CARE), and his turmoil of wanting to be baptised but then realising he doesn’t need that to reaffirm his relationship with God. And Ncuti is just SO funny and charming as Eric, he’s going to be a star one day (especially since he’s been in Barbie and Doctor Who) and I genuinely can’t wait to see it.

Aimee and Issac (but mostly Aimee)

Oh god where do I start, Aimee Gibbs is genuinely one of the best TV show characters ever; she is so likable and the journey her character has gone through is amazing. When the show opens with her documenting her recovery, I was immediately struck that she was going to have a fabulous ending to her story. I loved that she was trying different things like art to express her trauma and seeing her have fun with it was just so, so human and I love when media replicates that side of humanity. One thing that was a pleasant surprise was Issac and Aimee’s relationship; now this may be a controversial take, but I was never really an Issac hater… I know, how insane. So, seeing him get fleshed out more and more was really moving; their relationship was something very different and also made so much sense. I wouldn’t have put them together, but the actors had a lot of chemistry and I enjoyed that they uplifted one another but never crossed any barriers of their own agency.

Maeve

Maeve is a very interesting character; now for another controversial take, I was never a big fan of Maeve, it’s nothing I could really pinpoint but she often seemed very abrasive. But on the flip side, I also respected that about her character, that the writers were never afraid to make her spunky and outspoken, and for her to not be punished for that either. Her storyline this season was great, it made me enjoy her character so much more than I thought I would; the way she acted around the death of her mother was so good and felt very real – and I loved how mature the ending of her, and Otis’ love story was as well. Again, I know some people may think differently but I’m glad they didn’t stay together because let’s be honest, the two wouldn’t last a week ESPECIALLY long distance. She got to focus on herself and her career in the end, which was something she wanted since the beginning of this show; and it was incredibly satisfying to see that on screen.

Otis Dickhead

My, my… you know for the literal LEAD of the show, you’d think they’d write a character that’s at the very least tolerable. Because oh my god, now I’ve never liked the way Otis’ character is written, but Jesus Christ I think we’ve hit an all-time low. One thing he does that drives me up the wall is that he never texted anyone back; like when Ruby kept asking him where he was, he didn’t even message or anything and that was before Maeve’s mum passed away, he is just so inept.

Also, the fact that he’s a so-called sex therapist yet he struggles to article his own problems with BASIC problem-solving skills actually amazes me – I admire the writers for being able to write someone SO thick in the head without going braindead themselves, I really do. Okay rant over – Otis’ storyline really felt like a backdrop to everything in the season, the only interesting thing was his and Maeve’s story and that wasn’t even his main dilemma on the season. Overall, his character is shit and I’m so glad I never have to see his face again (sorry Asa Butterfield, love you!).

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(Throws this at you because I love your blog)

Rewatched Touch and Go today and it's such a GOOD 03 Raph episode!! It tells us so much about him!!

The mob chasing him? Not that big. He has fought and defeated bigger groups of actually trained and armed assailants. (Heck, he did it BLIND in Lone Raph and Cub.) This group didn't even have guns. If he had chosen to fight, he would have won - but he didn't even CONSIDER fighting them until his back was against the wall and he couldn't see another way out. This is punch first ask questions later RAPH choosing to flee because he didn't want to hurt ordinary scared people.

His interactions with Mrs Morrinson are just BEAUTIFUL. First of all his face when she pulls him through her door and essentially kidnaps him is hilarious and adorable. Secondly, he didn't have to let her do that!! He is so much stronger than her - he could have pulled away, but he didn't!! And then he spends a couple of hours at this random old lady's house THAT HE HAS NEVER MET BEFORE moving boxes and keeping her company and drinking tea. And he clearly has a good time!!! I don't even think it occured to him to try and leave - SHE has to tell him that it's getting late and he should go home. And when Mikey and Master Splinter suddenly have briefcase full of money? Raph's first impulse is to give it away to someone he has only known for a couple of hours. (Sidenote - this episode is the third time the Turtles are in possession of a stupidly large amount of money. The first time they hand it in to the police, the second time they insist April uses it to rebuild her shop, and the third time they give it away to somone only one of them has met. What does that say about them, when literally everything they own is other people's refuse? They are poorer than poor, and yet they give away life changing amounts of money with no regrets. I love them so much)

This episode really showcases how GENTLE Raph is. He is so good with vulnerable people. He doesn't treat Mrs Morrison as a convenient escape - he treats her like a person. And yes, there is a lot to be said about the fact that she is blind, and that that means she is treating him like a person - but he could have left as soon as he knew it was safe. He didn't have to move boxes and be kind to her. He didn't have to speak to her respectfully or drink tea with her or even let her pull him into her house.

Just... the 03 boys are such GOOD boys. They are extremely kind, and I love that about them. This episode showcases that for Raph so well.

(There is more I wanna say about this but my brain is melting due to the heat so I'm going to leave it there)

Thank you I do try my best <3

ALSO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO TALK ABOUT MY BOY (I do love all the 03 boys but 03 Raph is my fave)

So I decided to rewatch the episode too so I could refresh my memory. And omg you’re sooo right. While 03 Raph is definitely one of the more straightforward Angry™️ iterations of Raph, he’s also one with a really strong moral compass. The crowd isn’t that big, they’re not armed, they’re still on edge from seeing their city torn apart. Could he have very easily incapacitated them single handed? Yeah probably, but it’s just not in his moral code. This Raph is very much a protector of the innocent, even when they don’t appreciate it. The fact that he only draws his weapons when he thinks he has absolutely no choice says a lot about how violence was his absolute last resort. And even then, as soon as Mrs. Morrison emerges from her apartment he puts his weapons away again.

His face when she pulls him in is so shocked but like, Raph you’re letting it happen! He really didn’t have to let her pull him into her house and he seems so surprised by it but he also doesn’t resist even a little bit. Also the way his voice goes from his usual kind of gravelly roughness to a slightly more gentle tone, like he’s almost speaking in a slightly higher register than he usually does and it’s kind of sweet? Little old lady is here better use my Polite Voice. And yeah, there is something kind of interesting about her being blind because yes, it means she’s not immediately hostile to him, however she gets pretty touchy when she’s pulling him into the apartment. She takes his notable three fingered hand and then she puts her hand on his shell when she pushes him in. Not going to lie when the mob asks her about “aliens” and she says there’s no aliens she sounds just like… mildly insincere (but maybe that’s just the New Yorker in me talking. We all say shit we don’t mean when we want someone to stop bothering us).

There’s something really funny about the fact that we don’t see the conversation that presumably happened right after they’re both inside, we just cut straight to Raph moving boxes 🤣 he really went, “well while I’m here…” and just started doing whatever she asked of him. And he just met this woman but he was already curious about why she was packing up to move! (Which is kind of a trend with this version of Raph and it’s part of what really makes him endearing to me. In spite of his tough guy exterior he gets invested in people soooo quickly. Even though Casey annoyed the (s)hell out of him when they first met, Raph also became incredibly invested in making sure his fellow hot head didn’t fist fight his way into an early grave. And you mentioned Lone Raph and Cub, where, despite the kid (I forgot his name at the moment) initially resisting Raph’s help and telling Raph to leave him alone Raph only becomes more determined to help him out.) I think even if Mikey and Splinter hadn’t conveniently come home with a suitcase full of money Raph still would have found a way to help/stay in touch with Mrs. Morrison because that’s just the kind of guy he is. (But also kind of makes you just how convincing his argument was to get Mikey to give him the money, these boys are very generous as you rightly pointed out and knowing it was going to a good cause I think Mikey would have agreed pretty easily but also Raph did just meet her that night so he must’ve had to have been reeeeaaal convincing)

My brain is also soup from the heat ✌️

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