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[scuderiahoney]

🍓lighter // a strawberry wine blurb

In which Max makes the bad days better. bc an anon on cece’s blog was talking about strawberry wine max, and i missed him, and for the anon in my inbox, of course

You’re on your way to yet another Grand Prix, and you’ve had a no good, very bad, terrible week. The travel to get there hasn’t been much better- long flights with screaming children and even more rude adults. By the time you wander into the Red Bull garage, you’re on your last leg.

It’s Thursday night, so you’re not even supposed to be going to the track. The plan was for Max to meet you at the hotel after he was done for the day. But you got there and looked at the empty bed and felt that tight feeling in your chest, so you got a cab and headed to the track. Your pass gets you in just fine on any day. Nobody bats an eye at you as you wander through the sea of Red Bull shirts.

Nobody, that is, except for Max. Max, who spots you even though he’s surrounded by mechanics, even though GP is trying his best to keep his attention on whatever they’re talking about. He sees you and his eyes go wide, and he calls out your name, waving you over. The sea of people parts for you. He holds his arms out wide and pulls you in like a magnet.

“I thought you were going to the hotel,” he says.

You wrap your arms around him, afraid if you don’t he’ll pull away too fast. You shrug and keep your face buried in his chest and will back the tears that fill your eyes. This is what you needed. This is why you’re here.

“Missed you,” you say.

He pries you away from his chest. You blink up at him, knowing your eyes are red rimmed and tired. He frowns and squeezes your shoulders. The way his fingers dig into your muscles melts just a bit of the tension away. Things feel a little less heavy.

“What is it, love?” He asks, brows knit together.

“It can wait,” you tell him.

He turns over his shoulder to GP. “Five minutes.”

“Three,” GP counters.

Max rolls his eyes, throws his arm around your shoulders, and walks away towards his driver room with you in tow. “For that, I will make it ten minutes,” he mutters.

“Max, I-“ you try.

He pulls you into the room and closes the door behind the two of you. Then he pulls you back into his arms. He holds on tight, the way he always does when you’re feeling overwhelmed, like he can squeeze it out of you. It actually works, at least a little bit.

“Talk to me?” He asks.

“You have meetings. It can wait,” you repeat.

“No it can’t. You came here,” he says. “Instead of waiting at the hotel. That doesn’t sound like it can wait.”

“I needed to see you,” you admit. “Had a shit week and a shitty time getting here and then I got to the room and it felt so empty and… yeah. Sorry. I know you’re busy.”

Max hums and walks the two of you over to the little couch. He sits down first and pulls you right into his lap. He wraps his arms around your middle and brings you to lean your back against his chest. You can’t help but settle into him, trying to let the stress melt away. It’s not easy, but he makes it just a little bit more bearable.

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m glad you’re here,” he says. “I had been thinking all day about how much I couldn’t wait to see you. This is such a nice surprise.”

“Even if I’m…” you trail off, waving a hand at your teary face.

“Yes.” He kisses your temple, presses one hand to your side to pull you closer. “Because as much as I hate to see you sad or stressed, I love knowing that you trust me with it.”

You take a deep breath, then, and let it out in a long sigh. Max laughs softly and reaches for your hand. He wraps your fingers together and squeezes. There’s a knock on the door, and he groans loudly.

“Max,” GP says through the door. “The sooner we start…”

“The sooner we can leave, I know, I know,” he says. You muffle your laugh into his shoulder before he untangled himself and stands up. He leans down and cups your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“I’ll be back to get you as soon as I can, okay? And then we’ll go and eat a nice dinner in the room and have wine-“

“No wine,” you say. “You have to drive tomorrow.”

He frowns. “Then you will have wine, and tell me everything, okay?”

You smile softly and nod. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you,” he says back.

You fall asleep on the tiny couch and wake up to his attempt to carry you out to the car. You laugh and loop your arms around his neck, begging him to carry you all the way there. He does, because he loves you, he says. You know it’s true.

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[bunnys-kisses]

closeness above all else - astarion ancunin

pairing: astarion ancunin x fem!reader rating: 18+ summary: Astarion was obsessed with you. There was something about you that he found so appealing. Maybe it was your leadership or your ability to fight? Maybe it was your ability to maintain the group. You were a lovely woman to be around and Astarion found it so appealing. Maybe that was why when you were speaking to the innkeeper and smiled up at the man, Astarion felt a surge of jealousy. tags: pwp, breeding kink, darker themes, possessive behaviour, alcohol & drunkenness, unprotected sex, smut, pregnancy kink, wife kink, he just loves you so much, 3.4k words a/n: i did minimal research if astarion could even get someone pregnant, but don't think about it too hard, okay?

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Astarion was obsessed with you. There was something about you that he found so appealing. Maybe it was your leadership or your ability to fight? Maybe it was your ability to maintain the group. You were a lovely woman to be around and Astarion found it so appealing. Maybe that was why when you were speaking to the innkeeper and smiled up at the man, Astarion felt a surge of jealousy.

The vampire always wondered if he could sire children, while the logistics weren’t clear he enjoyed the fantasy. The idea of their fearless leader having a piece of him always with her. As if it wouldn't be your shadow, to make sure that you were always safe. And once you got too swollen with a child, then you two could settle down somewhere.

The thought made him aroused, but the rush was cut short when he saw you talking to the innkeeper. It made something else flood the man’ system, a spike in jealousy as he watched. And when you leaned over and nudged the man’s shoulder, the vampire saw red. He knew he’d have to act on his desires soon, he was growing weak without his feast of blood and your sweet body. Maybe it was time to leave his little surprise as well.

He came up beside you and grabbed the key from the innkeeper, “Shouldn’t you be tending to other guests, not bothering our dear leader?”

The innkeeper’s eyebrows knitted together. He looked around and saw no one else except for the pair in front of him. He gave your partner a strange look as Astarion turned away with you with keys in hand. The vampire gave one last look to the innkeeper almost like a threat to not come near you.  His hand was on your lower back, his fingertips were threatening to sneak under the bottom of your shirt.

There was no one who would get in his way. You were HIS. He’d make sure no one bothered you once he got you pregnant. You’d make such a wonderful mother to his child or maybe even children if he was lucky. A little human wife all to himself. The thought excited him. As you both walked to rejoin the group, he leaned over and kissed the top of your head lovingly.

Tonight was going to be an interesting night.

-

But that first meant having dinner and you had your fill. The alcohol brought red to your cheeks as you went for another glass which made Astarion take you by the wrists and sit you back down beside him. He said quietly, “Now, now. You know alcohol makes your blood taste sour.”

You were a mess of giggles and tried to get out of his gasp. But he just brushed his nose further up against your neck and he smiled to himself. He ended up with a bun to the face from a fellow party member to stop practically having sex with you at the tavern. The action made you laugh harder and cuddle yourself up in his arms.

  “Don’t be meeeeeean.” You said, “He’s trying to be nice. You know how rarely that happens!” You then dissolved into another mess of giggles.

He chuckled and had another sip. His hand was on your back as he held you close, “Next time we have to make sure she doesn’t get into the wine. She’s as red as a strawberry. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You peeked up at him and nodded. You held onto the front of his shirt. You looked so innocent. It made him smile more. He could feel tightness in his pants. He reached over and fed you a small piece of the meal you were all sharing, “I don’t need you to get sick on me now.” You nodded once more.

Astarion smiled, this was going to be easier than expected.

He took you back to the room you were sharing. It only made sense that you two would share, at some points you were practically attached at the hip. Plus if someone else slept in the room with you, Astarion would never shut up about it. Even though he didn’t need sleep the way most species did, he wanted to make sure his darling slept soundly.

You stumbled over yourself in the short walk back to the inn. He helped steady you and encouraged you to keep going with kisses. You giggled at jokes you made up in your head and tried not to lose your breath from laughing so hard.

 “Darling.” He said as he attempted to keep himself composed, “Do you want me to carry you?”

  “Nah!” You giggled, “I can get by on my own two feet.” And as soon as you said that you tripped over a rock on the cobblestone road and fell over. With his quick thinking, he grabbed you to prevent a face plant.

He sighed and picked you up bridal style. He looked in your eyes, “You need to watch where you’re going. I can’t have our fearless leader getting hurt because of a rock.”

You laughed, “Why are you being so nice, Astarion? Did you get swapped with someone else and didn’t tell anyone?”

He smiled and kissed your cheek, “No, no, I’m all me. I’m worried about my love, there was a lot of wine that you had. I worry someone would try to hurt you. There are many cruel men who would take advantage of you.”

You beamed at him, “You just want a taste, huh?”

  “Would you allow me?” He asked softly.

  “I mean, the bruises have healed on my neck. I wouldn’t mind having new ones.” You smiled and kissed him, not the cheek. You felt light headed and dizzy, you were thoroughly drunk. But you believed that your loving partner would take care of you.

  “Good girl.” He whispered and smiled when you burst into giggles again. He felt warm in a way, a rush of anticipated pleasure through his body as he got the door to your room open. He stepped inside and let the light of the town shine through. He lit the lights in the room and got you undressed.

  “It’s embarrassing when you see me naked.” You admitted as you covered your face.

He pulled his hands away from your face and gazed down at you. He smiled and you saw the glint of his fangs. “There’s no need to hide, my love. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame. And I want you to burn me alive.” He leaned forward and grazed his fangs against your neck.

His hands made their way through every button, snap and strap on your body. He left you in nothing but the undergarments you wore. His hands were placed back on your hips as he sank his fangs into your neck. You moaned and gripped onto his shoulders. Your nails dug into the meat of them as he happily drank from his beloved.

The blood was a little sour from all the alcohol but he’d never say no to having his teeth on you. He knew it would leave an ugly mark in the morning. But that way fine, he’d say it added to your charm. He then held your chin so you didn’t move your head while he fed. He groaned against your skin, his cock twitched in his pants.

Eventually he pulled away when he decided to not drain you dry. He licked the wound to ensure that it would stop bleeding. He moved further away and looked over on you, with red painting his mouth and chin. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly. Your legs were practically wrapped around his waist. He was still dressed while you were almost nude.

He wiped his mouth on his wrist and gazed at you with those stunning red eyes. He smiled down at you and rubbed his clothed cock up and against you, “I can feel how aroused you are.”

  “Astarion.” You moaned.

  “I know my darling, I know how you feel about me. I see it every day. You look at me like I raise the sun every morning. Despite all that tough exterior, you need someone to protect you. And I’ve found that I’d be willing to do anything to keep such a precious gift safe.” By any means, he thought.

You laid there in the mess of pillows and blankets. You got your undergarments off to show off your curves to your loving partner. You felt his heated gaze on your body. You rubbed yourself up against him and he chuckled.

  “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. All this time on this earth and yet you are the most beautiful thing I’ve laid my eyes on.” He started to get undressed. He felt your drunk gaze on his body. Usually he’d do it slowly to show off. But he had a mission in mind.

Your figure was missing something. Not a sword or armor, but rather something softer. A nice slope to your belly with the promise of new life. He brushed a hand down your front and gave extra attention to your abdomen. You didn’t notice his intentions as the touch made you giggle. There still was a drunken throb in your head. It also didn’t help that your pulse was racing.

Astarion’s gaze remained on you as he got undressed. Soon he was bare as you were. His hands were on your breasts, his mouth was on your right nipple. His fangs carefully grazed the nub. You almost kicked out your legs from the sensation of it all. You yelped and felt a shiver down your spine.

However, he kept you pinned to the soft bed you shared. He was going to make sure you felt good, he read somewhere that if you made a woman orgasm multiple times she was more likely to get pregnant. And Astarion had to take all the advice he could get. His bare cock brushed up against your sweet pussy which made him shiver. Over a century on this earth and there was no feeling like his cock inside of you.

He massages your breasts further, it was almost a little painful. He moved to the other nipple and you moaned loudly into the night air. Your heart raced as you felt yourself drown in the pleasure of it all. You felt more sensitive with all the alcohol in your system. You seemed louder as well with the more he touched you. He rubbed hi cock up against your pussy, he knew you were getting hotter from the sensation of it all. He groaned against your chest as he continued to play with you.

  “Astarion.”

  “Good girl.”

He thought you were divine. He thought there was no one else quite like you. He moaned into your skin as he nipped at it. He left small bruises around your chest which only made you moan louder. He stimulated you further as he felt you try to fight against him. He knew he was making you feel good.

It wasn’t long before you felt the pleasurable tension become overwhelming. You held onto him tightly as he made you feel good from touching on your breasts. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. You arched your back as much as you could with him on top of you and climaxed. A sharp moan left your lips and then your hips dropped back down on the bed with a ‘thud’.

Astarion thought he was going to finish as well from the sight of your pleasure. You were going to be such a sweet wife for him, and he couldn’t wait to drag every orgasm out of your sweet body.  He kissed your skin and mumbled, “I can’t wait to get you pregnant, Make you my wife.” But his voice was so quiet that you couldn’t hear him.

You relaxed against the bed and basked in the feeling of his hands all over you. When he touched your sex it felt like lightning through your body. It was an overstimulation but you loved the feeling. Your face felt hot, and your head was swimming.

  “Beautiful girl.” He praised me.

You rubbed your thighs together and he thought you were perfect. But even perfection could be improved on. He brushed you in the middle again, he wondered how the child would take after. He hoped they looked like you, except with their father’s fangs.It wouldn’t be easy to carry a vampire child, but he believed in you. You’d care for the being as well as being a wife for him.

It was a sick part of him, to trick you into becoming his bride. But he couldn’t contain himself. He moved back to being on top of you, he moved your legs to be around his waist. He brushed his cock up against your sweet pussy. You moaned and held onto the pillows under your head.

  “So beautiful.” He said.  “Astarion.”

Even the way you said his name was appealing. It sang to him like a siren song. It only made him want you more. His sick desire to keep you as his until the end of both your days. To be a wife and mother, to leave behind the age of adventure. To become domestic with him. To get away from the madness. It excited him and made his large cock twitch. He groaned as he continued to fondle you as you tighten your legs around his waist.

Soon he had enough of the foreplay and groaned through grit teeth as he pushed his cock into you. You tensed and he groaned louder, he held onto the bed under you and moved all the way inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly as he started to thrust. You moaned into his skin as he moved against you.

Your body felt numb but in a pleasurable way. You could only lie there and accept all the pleasure that he was giving you. He kissed your soft face, he could feel your racing heartbeat under your skin. His face went back to your neck where he left more bruises on the flesh. He felt heat through his body as the pleasure coursed through his veins. It was arousing, he couldn’t deny what he was feeling.

  “Good girl.”

  “Astarion, please. It feels so good.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. That you’re feeling so good for me. I like making you feel good, my darling. Keep it up, beloved.” He purred as he picked up the pace. His hands laid back on your hips as he got at the right angle that made you tense up with every heavy thrust.

The future with you looked bright. A nice home far away from anyone else, some privacy for the both of you and the growing family. The sight of your pregnant form aroused him, to know that you laid with him. That no other man could do what he did. You’d be his forever. And he promised in return to worship you.

He wanted to fuck you with your swollen belly. Worship it as he thrusted into you. The thought of that possibly happening made his stomach flip. He gripped onto the covers tighter and continued to thrust into his beloved. You made a beautiful ‘o’ with your lips as he hit all your sweet spots. The buzz in his body made his head spin. He groaned into your skin before he pulled away and gazed down at you.

  “Beautiful. So, beautiful. Gods, you are perfect.” He growled as he sank his teeth into your neck again. He lapped at more blood which only made you more light headed. You clung onto him and he happily feasted as he fucked you.

He knew what was best for you, you’d be happier being protected by him. To have a family with him. It was what would make you happy. You needed to TRUST, Astarion. He grunted against your neck as he finished his feast. His cock twitched inside of you. The sounds of sex filled the room and the old bed creaked against the wall.

Your neck and chest were covered in his bites, in his love. And soon your insides would be covered in a different kind of love. He panted wildly as he pulled away and looked down at you. You with the faint lights of the room, he knew your face was flushed from all the commotion.

  “Astarion.” You said.

  “I know. I know. You feel so tight. You are a dream to me, my darling. I’ve waited for this for a long time. To feel your body against mine. You’ve made me an addict to your body, I only want more and more of it as time goes on. You wouldn’t deny me your sweet love, right?”

  “No, no.’ You panted as you felt the pleasure surge in your body once more. You dug your nails into his shoulders as you laid there in a swirl of your own pleasure. You felt the pressure again in your gut and your body started to go stiff. You groaned wildly into the night air then buried your face into his neck. You felt his skin against yours.

He held onto you tightly and pushed as deep as he could inside of you. It was messy, both of you were running hot with blood on his face. You both felt intoxicated for different reasons. He started to kiss you, you felt your blood in your mouth as he passionately made out with you. His fangs grazed your bottom lip, not enough to make them bleed but enough to turn you on.

You looked disheveled with blood smeared on your lips, bites on your neck and a heat that radiated from your body. You held onto him and continued to kiss him. You clenched onto him and moaned into his mouth. The feeling erotic and you couldn’t keep it together for much longer. Your pussy tightened around his cock as he thrusted into you as fast as he could.

He pulled away from the kiss and gazed at you. He felt on the tip of orgasm. With another hard thrust, he shoved his cock as far as it would go and then he finished inside of you. At that moment you finished as well.

You laid limp on the bed as he finished inside of you. He shiver ran through his body, this could be it. He slowed down his pace until it was a full stop and held your face in his hands. You were out of your mind from all the intense factors. He smiled down at you. He kissed you once more.

  “Beautiful.” Then he pulled away and held onto your thighs before he thrusted his cock inside of you until he got erect again. He smiled, there was no harm in doing it again. He had to take extra measures to make sure that it all took. A drop would not spill.

-

  “Darling. I see he’s gotten bigger since the last time I measured you.” He smiled up at you as he pulled the measuring tape away from your swollen middle.

You placed your hand on your lower back and rubbed it, “I don’t know how he could get any bigger.” You had given up on adventuring months ago, living off your treasure out in the wilderness.

He got up to his feet and rubbed your swollen belly. He smiled down at you. He’d never have to worry about you being unsafe ever again. You’d be safe here in the home you two lived in. And soon you’d have an addition to your little family. You rubbed the mound too and he leaned in for a soft kiss.

  “I was wondering.”

  “Yes, my love.”

  “Could you… Maybe, do what you did the other night to me? On my side.”

He smiled and placed the measuring tape down, “Of course, but let’s get you comfy in bed.” He placed a hand on your lower back. Things were different now, away from all the madness lived a former adventurer and her rouge husband. And soon their many children.

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[zeldasnotes]

WHAT DO YOU LOOK GOOD IN?

Based on your dominant sign or planet!

You can also read the sign of your Ascendant & Midheaven since these points can affect your appearance too.

Aries & Mars

Your hair, face shape and daring eyes are what makes you look so fierce so make these features stand out with cute headbands, eyeshadow or just a sleek ponytail. You look good in tight clothes, especially black, orange and red. Leather looks super good on you aswell. Leather or suede jackets, tight jeans, tight tank tops. Anything thats considered a little ”tough” looks good on you. Also an all black outfit with red lipstick. Or bold clothes like neon green and orange. You also look good in sporty clothes like the tights and a tank top.

Taurus & Venus

You look super good in anything in velvet fabric . I think velvet is ruled by Taurus because its both comfortable and makes you look rich. Rich colors like wine red and dark purple looks good on you but also earthy colors like beige, green and brown. Go for minimalistic but expensive. Dont do too much because you want the focus to be on your natural beauty and your sensuality. Glossy lips and earthy eyeshadow. You obviously look good in jewelery since this is the sign of money. Expensive page haircut, look up Queen Latifah in her orange pagehaircut shes a Taurus Rising. Or Christina Hendricks who have the same hairstyle and shes a Taurus Sun.

Gemini & Mercury

Tube tops or off shoulder dresses to show off your well shaped shoulders and arms. Flared jeans! Also glasses and ponytails. You look good in purple. Tights long sleeve shirts that show the shape of your arms. You look good in colorful and playful clothes, striped clothes. Ive noticed that most Geminis look good in bangs. Corduroy pants, cargo pants. Also strawberry blonde hair is such a Gemini thing. High heels. Emeraldgreen! I feel like Geminis look good in a pagebob hairstyle.

Cancer & Moon

You look good in dresses. Flower print looks good on you. Long maxi dresses. Baby blue, navy blue and light green. Anything feminine. Especially anything that shows cleavage. You look good in jeans suspenders. Anything jeans really. Knitted cardigans. Cancers might not be known for being luxurious and status oriented but I noticed that they are usually very well dressed and look good in blazers and satin blouses and ties just like Capricorn, it enhances that milf/dilf look. Like you are on your way to a meeting.

Leo & Sun

Put focus on the hair, hairline and back. Headbands! You look good in silver and gold since it makes you stand out, mostly gold. Orange is YOUR color. Yellow too. When I think Leo dominant I think a orange satin dress with brown, beige or white hedge heels in the summer with a straw hat and huge glasses. And for men I think those linen shirts with shorts, flipflops and a sharktooth necklace. You look good in leo print too. Anything flashy and luxurious like those chanel blazers. Leo dominant also look sooo good in Sun glasses since yall are ruled by the sun, it enhances your diva look. Sequin dresses and high heels.

Virgo & Mercury

Think minimalistic. French manicure is a must! Go for neutral colors like brown, beige, black, white, dark blue etc. You need to have your own style because you are very picky, you need everything to be perfect and you are good at finding the perfect details to make the outfit look perfect. Take extra care of your health because its easily seen outwardly on virgos when they have been taking care of themselves. For some reasons Virgo dominants looks good in white and blue. You look especially good in silk since it highlights that virgo elegance. You guys look good in very basic clothes like jeans and a quality t shirt. Focus should be on quality and highlighting your natural beauty. Anything with buttons. Also anything that is ribbed.

Libra & Venus

Anything that enhances your femininity like pink nailpolish, cute bracelets, lipgloss. Definitely curly hair. You guys look good in the typical insta makeup look, anything thats in. Curly hair and lipgloss. Sweet and pretty. Anything thats original like the famous little black dress with a clutch that matches your earrings. Or in the winter, a long luxurious beige coat with the perfect scarf to match. High heels! When Venus is involved, original is best since this is the planet of fashion. Original colors like grey, black, pink, white.

Scorpio & Pluto

Black long sleeve rouched dresses, they show off your figure but leave some to the fantasy which makes you even more mysterious. For men definitely gold jewelery,brand name hoodies, vests. Clothes that give the impression of power. Dark brown, dark purple. Smokey eye. Gold jewelery to an all black outfit. Dont go overboard with the sexy because you already have a natural sensuality to you so you wont need it, it will just make it too much. Gold circle earrings. With Pluto its all about being mysterious. Instead of a super short dress wear a long dress with a slit to show a little leg. Less is more. This gives off an aura of privacy and mystery which will attract a lot of Scorpio Venuses. You want to attract someone with their Venus or Mars in your dominant sign. Shirts that got a text with the ”Old English” font.

Sagittarius & Jupiter

Anything that shows off your gorgeous legs and butt. This can be anything from a short dress to sporttights or jeans. We need to see them legs!! You already have a glow to you but you should definitely highlight those gorgeous Jupiter facial features with a highlighter. So go for a natural look but put focus on highlighting the nose and cheekbones. Ive noticed that Sagittarius placements usually look best in tight clothes. You guys also look good in leather and suede. Leather boots and tight jeans is a look i see as a typical Sag look for some reason. Dont wear overknee boots or socks that go over your calf because that covers the shape of your legs too much. The bohemian look or the ”just got out of bed” look suits you well too.

Capricorn & Saturn

Your bone structure is your best weapon so focus on highlighting your features but go for the natural look. You look best in something professional and luxurious. Blazers and clothes that are discrete but still classy, like you are going to work. For men you NEED to buy one of these knitted half zip shirts if you know what I mean. Also take care of your beard or mustasche. Wear a watch if you like watches. Beige, brown, black, white and navy blue are your colors. Dont do too much to your hair just make sure its healthy. Capricorn is all about looking well taken care off so a good skin and hair routine is a must. Suit pants look sooo good on these people.

Aquarius & Uranus

Tie dye clothes. Blue and green. Tank tops. Show off you legs because they are your strong feature! Also silver. Anything metallic or oversized. Aquarius actually have a lot in common with Scorpios style. I see Aquarius as a more experimental Scorpio stylewise. You look good in shirts with a text in the ”Old English” font too. You guys look so good in jewelery. I see Aquarius as people who fit best with cold tones like silver and ice blue, depends on your skins undertone tho. Cargo pants! Yall look good in neon colors, just look at Nicki Minaj shes an Aquarius Rising and look at how she rocks neon green and Barbie Pink. Yall look good in the 90s style like the t-shirt over long sleeved shirt look. Nose rings. Ombre hair.

Pisces & Neptune

You look good in something cute and relaxed. Anything that gives an aura of mystery and fantasy like lace or other seethrough materials. Blue ofc since Neptune rules the sea. Anything fluffy! Skirts. Long but tights skirts like a mermaid. Anything with ring details like those bikinis who got a plastic ring between the cups. When it comes to makeup go for the dewy look instead of the matte look because neptunian look sooo good in that and it highlights your features perfectly. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipliner and lipgloss to draw focus to your eyes and lips since these are your strong features. Preferably darker colors to look more mysterious. You also look good in fake lashes that are longer on the outer corner since it creates that wing look like Marilyn Monroe got. Yall remind me so much of Bratz and that kind of makeup look!

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 99

Part 1 Part 98

Steve spends a short three days in the hospital before they start the discharge. It’s surprising, somehow, that spending time slowly dying in the Upside-Down is more traumatic on the body than literal possession. Eddie can’t wrap his head around it. 

He’s sitting on Steve’s bed, hopefully for the last time, hip to hip as he kicks his feet out over and over again at the same tempo of his beating heart. Steve’s got their fingers interlaced on Eddie’s thigh, flexing his own fingers to that same rhythm Eddie’d started up. 

“You think it’ll be much longer?” Steve asks, slumping his head to the side and atop Eddie’s shoulder.

His hair tickles Eddie’s cheek. Eddie wants to reach up and smooth it back, but Steve’s still holding his hand, and the other one doesn’t quite reach. 

“Nah, the old man’s good at getting what he wants.”

“That’s because he’s got the same big, sad eyes as you.”

Eddie squawks in fake affront even as warmth pools in his cheeks. Few people have mentioned a resemblance, and it makes him go soft and gooey every time.  “I don’t have big, sad eyes!” He shakes Steve’s hand around gently in his - he’s always, always gentle. “I’m too tough.”

Steve snorts, small and tired. Even with relatively minor injuries, neither of them have been sleeping well in the small hospital cot. It’s starting to show in the circles beneath Steve’s eyes. Eddie wants to bundle him up in the backseat of Wayne’s truck and tuck him into their bed at home.

They won’t even have to come back. All they’ve got is some sort of cream for Steve’s burns, and Eddie’s bruised ribs and broken nose  are supposed to heal all on their own. His concussion’s already behind him, even if things still go a little wonky if he moves his neck too quickly. 

They can just convalesce. Maybe Wayne will bring them soup. Or burgers from the diner and a strawberry milkshake to split. Anything will be better than the mind-numbing sterility of the hospital, as long as they’re together. 

If only Wayne would hurry the hell up. 

It’s not Wayne who walks in. It’s not any of their friends, or family, or an unnamed doctor in blue scrubs. It’s not anyone he recognizes at all.

It’s a perfectly matched pair - like salt and pepper shakers at a fancy diner. Eddie feels his shoulders curl, a silent question mark to their upright forms. 

The woman looks like a mannequin, in her gray pencil knit skirt and matching cardigan, belted tight enough to make her look like a wine glass. Her hair is a windswept brown and her chin’s raised just so. 

The man’s suit is a pewter gray, matching her skirt perfectly. He has his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, like he’s posing for a catalog as he looms imposingly on the threshold. 

She knocks on the frame of the door, calling a quiet, “knock knock,” as the man strides in. 

Eddie feels Steve’s hair brush against his cheek as he sits up and twists, to look at the new arrivals. Eddie doesn’t look toward him, can’t tear his eyes away from the pair, as the woman comes to stand beside the man, photogenic smile plastered to her face, even as the man glares down at them.

“Steven,” he says, eyebrows furrowed in an expression Eddie knows intimately. He’s seen it on Steve’s own face enough times. It’s less charming on the older, meaner model. 

Steve drops his hand covertly and shuffles slightly to the left and away, leaving Eddie’s hand to flop to the mattress, bereft. 

“Dad,” Steve replies.

Eddie turns, can’t not when Steve’s voice comes out so even, so lifeless, so dead. It’s just like when the mind flayer was running the show. Like Steve’s not there at all.

He is though. And that feels worse, because as Eddie stares at Steve’s perfect profile, he can almost see the years of distance and berating stacking themselves into the clench of his jaw and that familiar furrow of eyebrows. 

“What do you have to say for yourself?” His Dad doesn’t shout, but the hiss somehow still feels like it’s echoing off the bare walls of the hospital room.

Steve flinches back. Eddie sits on his hand as it twitches without his permission to grab onto Steve’s own. 

“For what, sir?” Mrs. Harrington’s perfect face scrunches up into a wince as she looks sidelong at her husband’s stony face. He opens his mouth, eyebrows angrier than ever, and Steve blurts, “I’m sorry.”

It doesn’t help. 

“Sorry,” he says evenly, like his fist wasn’t clenched in preparation for a strike. “Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

Steve sits, wordless, as he stares up at him, unblinking. 

Mrs. Harrington sighs. “Oh, Steve.” It sounds sympathetic, but Steve’s back curls in, arms wrapping around his ribs as he looks down at his own hanging feet. 

Eddie sits on his other hand.

Steve remains silent while storm clouds bloom above Mr. Harrington’s head.

Mrs. Harrington sighs, crossing arms and tapping perfectly manicured fingers against her own forearms, that same familiar beat that Steve gravitates toward without any of the soul.

“Sweetie,” she starts, no warmth in her voice or eyes. “I understand that you might have been feeling a little sick, but that’s no excuse for the state you left the house in.”

Eddie looks at Steve out of the corner of his eyes, and sees Steve looking right back, eyebrow quirked up in a silent question Eddie doesn’t know how to answer with witnesses.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says again, looking back down to the linoleum between his feet. 

“You’re sorry?” Mr. Harrington demands, voice raising with each syllable he utters. “You flooded the house, Steven!”

Steve flinches at the sound of his name. Eddie reaches out for the connection between them and plucks it, thrumming it like a guitar. Steve smiles, just a little, down at his socked feet. 

It’s a mistake. Mr. Harrington’s nostrils flare. Eddie sees the resemblance in the way his nose leans just slightly to the left, almost charmingly crooked. But there’s none of that familiar light behind Mr. Harrington’s eyes. He’s an empty pit, a bottomless well.

“We’ve had to replace all of the carpeting on the second floor,” Mrs. Harrington cuts in, looking down at her nails, uncaring as Mr. Harrington’s incensed further by her words.

“We wouldn’t have even known if the Allen’s hadn’t called us!” He’s shouting now, gesturing wildly toward the open door like whoever the Allen’s are, they’re waiting right outside, watching the show.

Mrs. Harrington sighs. “Oh, Richard. Don’t make a scene.”

As if spurred on by his wife’s chastising words, Mr. Harrington’s voice only gets louder. “You soiled the carpet beyond repair.” He punctuates his words with a raised finger, like he’s counting down all the sins he’s ready to lay at his son’s feet. “You made a spectacle of yourself in front of all the neighbors.” Another raised finger. 

He points both fingers  at Steve’s face, finger close enough to his nose that Eddie wants to snap out and bite it. “You left the garage open to be ransacked!” And here comes raised finger number three. 

Steve’s curling further and further into himself, creating distance between his Father’s wagging finger and his vulnerable face. 

“Leaving the door open, Steven?” Mrs. Harrington asks, just as aloof and uncaring of the scene in front of her, even as she says, “we could have been killed.”

Eddie can’t help the snort that comes out. It’s all just such a cartoonish display, almost unbelievable even as he watches it play out in front of him. He slaps his hand over his mouth, but both their gazes have already snapped over to him. 

Well, better him than Stevie. Stevie, who Eddie’s seen with that same curled posture hiding in his closet, and looking up at his own goddamn house from the passenger seat of Eddie’s van.

He’d been straight backed facing down a demogorgon but just the sight of his parents has him fading into himself. No fucking way. Not on Eddie’s watch.

Eddie slaps his own thighs once, sharp enough that it stings. Mrs. Harrington jumps, just a little, at the sound. Eddie stands, shifting on the balls of his feet until he’s just slightly in front of Steve, ready to defend. 

“Wouldn’t you have to actually be home for that?” Eddie asks.

Mrs. Harrington gasps, hand over her cheek like Eddie had slapped her. “Excuse me?” she asks, at the same time that Mr. Harrington demands, “who are you?”

Eddie puts his pointer finger to his chin, pouting like he’s really thinking this through. “You know, I think you’d know that if you were ever actually around.” 

Steve stands, shoulder to shoulder with Eddie as his Dad takes a threatening step toward Eddie. 

“This is Eddie,” Steve says, voice flat and cold. King Steve’s come out to play. Eddie grins, manic and wide in that way that’s always worked to rile up cops and teachers alike. It works just as well on the Harrington’s. He sticks out his tongue and almost laughs again when Mrs. Harrington takes a startled step back. “You’d know that if you gave half a shit about me.”

Mr. Harrington scoffs as he looks Eddie up and down, eyeing the rips in his jeans, the frayed hem of his t-shirt, the unkempt length of his hair. He turns away, dismissing him without even a word as he looks back at Steve. 

“It’s time to go,” he says, glaring down at his son. “We’ll talk about this at home.”

Steve takes a step away from Mr. Harrington’s grasping hands. Eddie reaches out, interlocking their fingers again and squeezing tight. The splint on Steve’s finger sticks out awkwardly, digging into Eddie’s own hand as Steve squeezes right back.

“Eddie is my home,” Steve says, like that isn’t the most romantic thing he’s ever heard.

He almost swoons, even as Mr. Harrington rages, looking between the pair of them, making connections Eddie desperately hopes are true and even more desperately hopes the man won’t go spreading around. 

“Last chance,” Mr. Harrington says. “Or we’re-”

He doesn’t get to finish. Wayne chooses that moment to walk in. His stance goes loose immediately, gaze sharp. 

“Richard,” he says. Calm, cool, and gruff as he meets both their enraged eyes, one after another. “Nora.”

Mrs. Harrington sucks on her teeth, mouth pursed as she holds her silence. Mr. Harrington has no such compunction. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

Wayne raises his eyebrow before turning his back on them to run his eyes over Steve and Eddie in turn. “You boys alright?” Steve nods, but Eddie raises his hand to flap it back and forth in a wishy-washy gesture that Wayne grimaces at. “Ready to go home?”

Richard scoffs, taking a threatening step forward. “What do you mean home?” Steve flinches as the last word lands with derision. Steve doesn’t respond, just looks down at his own shoes with a clenched jaw. 

Mrs. Harrington sighs, and it lands in the room like a blow. 

Wayne’s eyes have gone hold and hard as he turns around and steps fully in front of Steve. “Steve’s been staying with me for over a year,” Wayne says, tone modulated and controlled even as his hands clench. “And you didn’t even notice.”

“Steven,” Richard says, a warning hidden in his tone. “Last chance.”

Eddie leans around Wayne to look between the pair. He resists the urge to pull Steve behind him. Eddie squeezes his hand and is floored when Steve’s shoulders immediately straighten, chin raised just so, like he’s keeping his crown straight atop his head. 

He stands, shoulders back, head held high. Eddie stands right along with him. 

“I’m not going with you,” Steve says, boring holes into his Father’s head with the force of his conviction from behind Wayne’s shoulder. 

Mr. Harrington’s  jaw clenches with whatever he sees on Steve’s face. He reaches his hand out, palm open and beckoning. “Give me your keys,” he demands, curling his fingers like he’s in a cheesy karate movie and begging his opponent to make the first move. 

Steve laughs. “You want my car?” His laugh is hollow. “You’ll have to go get it from the trailer park.”

Mrs. Harrington eyes Eddie and Wayne like she’s putting pieces together he’d rather she not have. Even still, she turns away with an airy, “Come on, Richard.” When he doesn’t immediately follow her directions, she continues, “this isn’t the place.”

Mr. Harrington’s snarling like a dog, finger still raised in threat as he hisses, “this isn’t over,” before turning and striding through the door with enough careless force that his shoulder hits the frame with a meaty thwack. 

“See you next year, then!” Eddie calls, waving bitchily at their backs. 

They all stare at the open door, waiting for an attack that never comes until Mrs. Harrington’s heels stop echoing down the corridor. 

“What the hell was that?” Wayne asks gruffly. 

Steve’s jaw is clenched, as he glares out the open doorway, but at Wayne’s question, he slumps, stepping closer to Eddie until he can lay some of his weight onto Eddie’s shoulders. It hurts his ribs, but Eddie takes it gladly, wrapping his hand around Steve’s waist. 

“Just the usual,” Steve says, sounding exhausted. 

Wayne eyes him critically as Steve avoids his gaze. Eddie squeezes Steve’s side, flickering his fingers against his waist just to feel him wriggle against the feeling. 

“Alright, kid,” Wayne says, reaching out to squeeze both their shoulders comfortingly. Steve slumps further into Eddie who gladly takes his weight. “I think it’s about time we all get home.”

Eddie smiles, bumping his hip into Steve. 

He was already home. After all, Steve’s right here. 

Part 100

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #my fic #anyway. Steve's disowned!!! Hop just didn't give them a chance to say it #Also Steve does NOT realize anything he said was romantic. He's just like. of COURSE Eddie is like the most important part of my life #anyway. I really enjoyed the Harrington's as a looming presence in the story. Haunting Steve in their absence #and then finally being set free (disowned) is like the best thing that could ever happen to him

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you wake up to the sound of bleating outside your window.

you live on a small strawberry farm, known for having the juiciest, sweetest berries in town. it's just a few acres of land, but it's your pride and joy. besides the strawberry fields, you have a tiny pond for your ducks, a patch of wildflowers for your bees, and a backyard garden for yourself. it's your sanctuary.

your bedroom windows look out onto your sprawling strawberry fields. you blearily push yourself off the bed and rub your eyes to see what's going on outside, and shake your head in disbelief when you see three sheep in your strawberry patch, having the time of their lives as they feast on the fruit.

you groan and roll your eyes.

this is the third time this month.

you quickly pull a robe over your pajamas and shove your work boots on, running out to the strawberry field and trying to scare the sheep away. waving your hands and yelling as you run at them, you're making a fool of yourself, and clearly, the sheep don't give a fuck. they know you, by now, they know you're harmless. they just stare at you as they continue to chew your plants. when you try shoving the 200 pound animals, they stay standing, solid and unbothered. you groan.

behind you, the sound of a sputtering truck grows. you chuckle as you turn around and watch sevika's beat up pick up pull into your driveway.

she scrambles out of the car, her hair a mess, her pants unbuttoned and unzipped over her boxers, her wife pleaser on backwards and her shoelaces undone as she stumbles over to you with a bashful smile. you laugh at the sight of her.

"i'm sorry!" she exclaims as you give her a faux-scolding look. you just roll your eyes as she runs over to you.

"third time this month sev! i'm not gonna have any berries left to sell by the end of the month!" you complain as sevika starts wrangling her sheep.

"can you really blame them though? your strawberries are the best i've ever had." she says as she starts walking her first sheep back to the truck. you walk with her.

"whatever." you say.

the two of you have been friends since she moved on the property next door, starting her own sheep farm. managing a farm is hard, and managing a farm by yourself is harder, and the two of you became fast friends as you bonded over the unique struggles that come along with being a solo farmer. you're not mad at her when her sheep get out-- you can barely keep up with your farm and your plants can't even walk-- you have no idea how sevika manages as well as she does.

she makes up for the lost berries due to her sheep in plenty of ways. in the winter, sevika chops wood for your fireplace, delivers a fresh stack every morning on your front door along with a fresh bottle of milk, or a wool sweater or scarf she knitted herself. in the summer, you always get first pick on her home brewed wine and cheeses.

plus, you get to ogle her doing physical labor anytime her sheep wander over to yours, so you really can't be upset.

you giggle as sevika loads her first sheep onto the truck. the back of her head is a rat's nest-- she clearly slept well last night. she turns around to glare at you.

"what?" she demands.

"you're a mess." you say, approaching her and gently running your fingers through her hair, trying to tame it. you give up-- not wanting to tug on any knots, and bring your hands down to flick at the tag sticking out of the front of her shirt between her collarbones. "your pants aren't even zipped." you say with a laugh.

sevika huffs. "i was in a rush. i know how protective you are of your precious berries." she grunts. you laugh.

"you're cute." you say.

sevika blushes, her brown cheeks transforming into a lovely dusky rose as she ducks her head and scratches the back of her neck. you grin.

this is probably your favorite thing about sevika-- nice as she is for all the other favors she helps you out with on the farm-- she's fucking adorable. and she's clearly got no idea.

you've been trying to get her to ask you out for six months now. you see the way she looks at you, especially when you're out in the fields in just a tank top, shorts, and some sunscreen. you see the way her eyes linger each night she walks you back to your home after you share dinner at hers, like she wants to duck down and kiss you goodnight, but just can't.

so you've started laying it on pretty thick. strawberry pies on her porch, the crust in the shape of a heart; shamelessly groping her biceps while she's working; keeping your bedroom curtains open when you change, knowing the only one who can see you is sevika from her bedroom across the way.

she's been a clueless, stuttering mess. it just makes you want her more.

sevika's grunting as she wrangles the second sheep, and you bite your lip as you watch. she's so fucking hot it drives you crazy.

"wh-- fuckin' watchin it billy-- what are you smiling at?" she asks as she starts leading billy to the truck. you shrug as you follow her.

"how stupid you are." you say. sevika glares at you.

"it's not my fault they keep breaking out of the fence, okay? i'm trying to get the guy to come down to fix it but--"

"no, not that." you say with a giggle. sevika pouts.

"well what then?" she asks as she wrangles billy in the back of the truck. you laugh, and sevika stalks back over to you, glaring at you. "tell me." she demands.

"you know if it was anyone else's sheep comin' over to trample my plants and eat all my berries i'd be pissed." you say. sevika gulps.

"i really am sorry--"

"no, sevika." you cut her off. "i'm trying to tell you that i'm not upset." you say as the two of you walk back to get the final sheep.

"...why?" she asks. you roll your eyes.

"why do you think?" you ask. sevika blinks.

"i dunno, 'cause your arms are too wimpy to chop wood on your own?" she asks as she wraps her arms around the sheep's neck. you laugh.

"could be that. could be that i gotta crush on you, though." you say.

sevika's grip falters, and the sheep gets loose, pushing her onto her ass as it escapes her grasp. she falls into a puddle of mud, her eyes wide and locked on you, completely uncaring about what just happened.

you double over in laughter. sevika stays on her ass, blinking up at you.

"wh-- really?" she asks. you smile and reach out to help her to her feet. when she's standing, you don't let go of her hand.

"yeah." you say. sevika blinks.

"oh." she says. then, "i'm a fucking idiot." she groans. you giggle.

"yeah, a bit." you say. "i've been... really fucking obvious."

"i thought you were just being friendly!"

"were you being friendly when you knit me that heart sweater?" you ask. sevika blushes again.

"well... no. but i thought i was being subtle!"

you grin. "you weren't." you say. sevika bites her lip.

"oh. well." she clears her throat. "uh, if you give me an hour to get the sheep back home and feed 'em breakfast and take a shower... maybe we could... eat breakfast together?" she asks. you giggle.

"you mean like how we've been eating breakfast together like three times a week since we met?" you tease her. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes.

"i would take you into town if you weren't in that feud with the fry cook at maria's diner!" she says. you laugh.

"breakfast sounds great." you say. sevika grins, big and cheesy, and you squeeze her hands. "but only if i get to make out with you once we're done." you say. sevika's eyes go wide and her cheeks darken again.

"...we could do that before breakfast, too." she whispers. you grin, then lean in to pull her in for a quick peck. sevika sighs against you, wrapping her arms around your waist and holding you tight, not letting you pull away as she deepens the kiss.

when she pulls away, ten minutes later, she's got stars in her eyes, and you've got a puddle in your pants.

the sheep she'd loaded into her truck have escaped, back to munching on your berries.

you don't care. especially not when sevika leans in for another kiss.

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white dress

pairing — beomgyu x reader

genre — fluff

tw — alcohol and food consumption

wc — 3.8k

a/n — hey 🤓 im still alive just being a slow writer with way too many ideas and no motivation. hope you guys enjoy this one i quite liked this idk just something i whipped up despite my million other wips. haha. yeah. anyway! please reblog if you enjoyed it means the world <3 also inspired by the lana song in case anyone wondered also also this is grossly self indulgent im not sorry !

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"see you next time!" you called out, listening to the door bell ring upon the customer's exit.

you wiped your sweaty brow. the summer was hot—abnormally hot. not to mention, the customers were relentless.

to be fair, it was a friday evening and everyone rushes for an icy cola to refresh themselves after work on a sweltering hot day.

you were a waitress for the summer. you loved your job. the diner was just next to the beach, and only a short walk from your house. work didn't start until after midday, so you had all morning to... sleep in. because you finished relatively early in the night you often stayed up late, making the most of the darkness. when the sun's up it's far too hot, but in the night it's much cooler. the perfect temperature for anything and everything.

usually you hung around at home, drinking wine and reading. how could you not, when you had an ocean view? sometimes you walked down to the beach, to drink wine and read. or you walked to the park, also to drink wine and read.

sometimes, if you were feeling extra adventurous, you'd go for a swim or a bike ride. but usually you just downed your wine and escaped to your books.

you placed a sickly sweet strawberry milkshake in front of a customer and they quickly sipped the sugary drink, humming in delight.

the door bell tinkled as a boy, seemingly your age, sauntered in clad in a leather jacket layered over a white shirt. how he was coping with the heat in that outfit, you were unsure of.

"hi!" you put on your best customer grin. "what can i get for you tonight?"

the boy's eyes scanned the chalkboard panels on the wall behind you. his dark brows knit together as his equally dark eyes darted from left to right, reading over the options.

"i'll have a cola and fries, thanks." he nodded curtly at the end of his order, pulling the correct amount of cash from his pocket and placing it on the counter.

"i'll have that ready as soon as possible, take a seat wherever you like." you replied, motioning to all the different seats, inside and out.

the boy headed back outside into the heat and sat at one of the outdoor tables. thankfully, the sun was starting to set and the temperature would drop to its comfortable warmth soon, but until then it was still far too hot.

the only perk of sitting outside was the ocean breeze and the salty air smell that came with it. you couldn't blame him, you were rather fond of the smell yourself. it filled your house when you had the windows open, which you always did when it wasn't too hot, usually in autumn or spring. nonetheless, the smell sometimes seeps into the diner, especially if you sit right by the door. but it was too late to tell that to the boy, who had already made himself comfortable in his chair, facing the shoreline.

you quickly filled a glass with ice, topped it up with cola, and dropped in a straw before carrying it out to the jacket-wearing boy. you concluded that he'd want something to cool off while he waits for his food.

his head turned instantly as the door bell tinkled and you approached his seat.

"here you go, your fries will be out soon." you offered a smile as you placed the cola onto the coaster on the table.

the boy merely nodded again in thanks as you hurried away. he observed you closely once your back was turned. the short white dress under your red apron, the matching white ribbon tied in your hair. the slightly dirtied but also white tennis shoes that enabled you to move lightly on your feet while you worked.

he couldn't wait for you to come back out so he could get a good look at your face.

in the meantime, he took a sip of his cola through the red straw resting in the tall glass. it had only been about a minute but there was already an immense amount of condensation on the glass and he smiled to himself, this was the epitome of summer.

the sun was now just struggling to stay afloat on the horizon and the heat was becoming more bearable. the boy threw a glance over his shoulder perfectly on time to see you push the door open with your free hand and hurry back over to him with a serve of fries in hand.

just as he'd hoped, he managed to get a good look at your face, and god, were you beautiful.

"enjoy your food." you said sweetly, setting down the fries.

he couldn't just let you go.

"beomgyu." the boy stated.

real smooth. he internally cringed.

"excuse me?" you politely replied, believing you'd misheard him say something.

"my name's beomgyu. what's yours?" he asked out of genuine curiosity.

"y/n."

intrigue sparkled in his eyes for a brief moment, but it was fleeting as a shooting star. "and when do you get off, y/n?" instantly he liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. beomgyu caught himself wondering what his name would sound like from your lips, but he quickly shook the thought, getting far too ahead of himself.

you glanced through the window to the clock behind the counter. "uh, at ten o'clock tonight." usually it was earlier, but you were busier today, and the manager likes to stay open a little longer when the diner is bustling.

"can i pick you up then?" beomgyu asked, picking up a fry.

"i'm sorry?" you cocked your head, voice pitching up slightly in surprise.

"i'd like to see you again. is this evening too soon?" at least he was honest.

honesty is a virtue, as the saying goes.

your eyes narrowed. "i don't even know you."

it felt too good to be true. no one had ever taken interest in you before. you were too quiet to grab anyone's attention. all throughout school you hardly had any friends, and nowadays, the only people you consider friends are your workmates and manager.

and honestly, that was okay. you liked spending time with yourself, but you supposed one night apart from your books wouldn't kill you.

"i know it seems forward, but i would like for you to know me. just as i'd like to know you as well." he took a sip from his cola, the ice now entirely melted and probably watering down the drink. "it's more than okay to say no, i'll leave you well alone. i swear."

"no it's just..." you began, but paused, a little embarrassed. "no one's ever asked me out before."

beomgyu lifted his brows in shock—the most emotion you'd seen him show yet, "you're serious?"

you shrugged bashfully, fiddling with your hands.

"but you're beautiful..." he uttered more so to himself than to you.

you cheeks filled with heat, and it wasn't the last few rays of sun causing it. no one had ever said that to you either.

you slowly stepped back to the door without turning your back to beomgyu. "i'll see you at ten?" a shy smile appearing on your face.

beomgyu nodded, still looking a little distant and confused.

no one had asked you out before? it was impossible for him to believe.

about half an hour later, when the last of the sun was well and truly gone, you saw beomgyu get up and stroll over to his motorcycle—which you don't recall seeing him arrive on—before driving away.

you glanced at the clock: 8:26pm.

beomgyu would be back soon enough.

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after cleaning the diner, hanging your apron in the break room, and locking up the store, it was 10:06pm.

truthfully, you doubted beomgyu would show up. you knew it was too good to be true. a wildly attractive, white shirt and black converse wearing, dark haired and dark eyed, shadowy and mysterious boy actually asking you out. there was simply no way.

you heaved a sigh and glanced into the unilluminated room, squinting to try and read the clock. you'd wait until 10:15pm. that was the lastest you could wait around without losing respect for yourself.

you were sitting at the outdoor table nearest to the diner entrance, your hands sandwiched between your thighs and the metalwork chair, which would definitely leave an impression on the back of your legs when you stood up.

at least it had finally cooled down a little, without the harsh sun the scorching heat became a more comfortable warmth. you shut your eyes for a minute, allowing yourself to relax.

when you opened your eyes again it was 10:11pm. the corners of your mouth turned down into a slight frown. it was then that you heard the grumble of a motorcycle get increasingly louder, and you suppressed a smile.

beomgyu was still wearing the same outfit as before, you were glad because he looked wildly attractive in that jacket.

"sorry i'm late." was the first thing he said. "i was picking up some things." he held up a brown paper bag that had been previously wedged between his thighs as he drove the motorcycle.

"i'm glad you showed." you said with a small smile.

"you thought i'd leave you waiting around?" he sounded concerned.

you shrugged. "i guess so."

beomgyu grabbed your hand and pulled you along gently towards his motorcycle. "then you're mistaken, and we really ought to start knowing each other." he picked up the helmet, "i would like to take you somewhere, if that's okay. it's just outside of town."

"you're not—"

"—going to kill me are you?" he laughed, predicting the words before they left your mouth. "do you trust me?"

weirdly enough, you did.

you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, even if you didn't trust him, you weren't sure that you'd be able to resist accompanying him to wherever it was that he was taking you.

so you nodded which caused him to smile—the first time you'd seen him do so—and place the helmet over your head, fastening it well.

beomgyu hopped onto the motorbike and placed the brown paper bag between his legs. you followed, sitting behind him.

"come closer and put your arms around me, you'll feel safer, i promise." underneath his hard looking exterior, beomgyu seemed to be so gentle and considerate. "please, don't be shy."

you moved closer and did as his said, wrapping your arms around his waist so that your chest was flush against his back.

"that's better." he smiled in approval, though you couldn't see. "are you ready?"

"i'm still not convinced that i'm not on a one way trip to my death." you half-joked.

beomgyu laughed with you before replying, "hold on tight, okay?"

your arms drew tighter around his waist as beomgyu revved the engine and sped off down the now quiet streets. your hair was safe underneath the helmet, but beomgyu's was caught in the wind and would surely be tangled when you arrived at your destination.

the street lights blurred past and became few and far between as you strayed further away from town and along the coastal road. the smell of the ocean was mixed with the scent of grass and trees—that dense, lush nature smell.

you didn't get out of town much, never really having a reason to, so it was exciting to have a change of scenery for once.

"you good back there?" beomgyu called back over his shoulder.

your heart was full. you hadn't had this much fun in forever. it felt nice to be physically close to someone, to hold a conversation with someone besides customers, and to do something other than read books after clocking off for the night.

"yeah!" you smiled and beomgyu could hear the grin in your voice. that, in turn, made him happier.

soon enough, beomgyu began to slow down and came to a smooth stop at the edge of a forest. he hopped off the motorcycle and offered his hand to you as you did the same.

you unclipped the helmet and passed it back to him, allowing him to hang it over the handlebars.

"now, i know how this looks." he prefaced, "but i promise with my whole entire heart that i'm not going to—"

"—kill me?" you laughed, copying the way he'd predicted your words earlier. "it's okay, i believe you."

he sighed, wiping his brow dramatically with relief. "let's go then, we're nearly there." he picked up the brown paper bag in one hand and secured your hand in the other.

the moon emitted a soft light that was bright enough for the two of you to have confidence in your footsteps.

beomgyu was leading you along a forresty path that was gradually increasing its incline, though it wasn't too unbearable and your adrenaline from the motorbike ride was pushing you on.

shortly, you came to a small clearing, from which you had a breathtaking view of the moonlit ocean. you were quite high up, able to see the way the moon glistened off the surf.

"how often do you come here?" you managed to ask, still amazed at the view.

"oh, you know, just when i want to get laid." he said flatly with a shrug.

you laughed, not sure if he was entirely joking.

"honestly, i come here a lot, maybe once or twice a week? more so in the summer." he said truthfully, taking a seat at the picnic table in the middle of the clearing. "it's weird, i've never seen anyone here before, but it's a public area, got a trail and all leading right to it."

"maybe because you're here at," you checked the time on your phone, "11:03pm."

beomgyu laughed again, he found himself doing that a lot in your presence, something he didn't do a whole lot with anyone else.

it was a thick, hearty laugh, you'd noticed. almost like honey to your ears. you were very quickly growing fond of it.

"can't argue with that." he said. "i do love it here though."

"i can see why." you sat on the table with your feet on the bench, next to beomgyu who was pulling out a few beers from the brown paper bag he'd carried all this way.

"that's what you ran late for?" you teased, picking up a beer.

"in my defense i couldn't work out if you were a beer person or a wine person." he raised his hands in surrender.

"so why'd you go with beer?" you asked, twisting off the cap.

he hesitated and a sheepish smile crept onto his face, "because i'm a beer person."

the two of you laughed once more.

"to be honest with you i'm usually more of a wine person, but i don't mind a beer." you confessed, taking a sip.

"maybe next time we can get a bottle of wine." he proposed, opening his own bottle.

"you think there'll be a next time?" you asked.

beomgyu noticed your voice went shy and quiet like it was earlier when he first called you beautiful, and when he arrived to pick you up. he also then realised you'd become a little more chatty and a little more bold over the last hour. he was happy to feel you warming up to him and leaving behind your waitress persona.

"i can only hope so." he replied, gazing up at you.

you softly smiled back at him.

if angels were real, beomgyu had every reason in that moment to believe you one.

the soft moonlight on your features made you look celestial, like you were radiating an opalescent glow.

"cheers, then." you said lightly, clinking your beer bottle with beomgyu's. "is there anything else in the bag?" you motioned with your pinky finger.

"actually yes," he put down his beer and pulled out a pack of cherries. "they're in season, so i couldn't resist."

you gasped, "i love cherries, these look great. can i have one?"

"of course you can," beomgyu opened the lid and offered the pack, "here."

you picked one from the bunch and popped it into your mouth as beomgyu took out the last thing from the bag.

"want one?" he asked, taking a cigarette from the box and placing it between his lips before pulling a lighter from his jacket pocket.

you shook your head.

"will it bother you?"

you shook your head again, spitting the cherry pip straight out ahead of you.

"that's certainly one way of doing that." he chuckled as the the pip flew over his shoulder.

the two of you flourished in each other's company. as you continued to drink and chat, you found that beomgyu was easy to be around. he listened well, nodding along as you found yourself talking more than you had in your entire life. you weren't used to having such an opportunity, not usually spending time with anyone besides your workmates. you learned a lot about beomgyu as he shared information about himself where relevant. beomgyu had a voice similar to his laugh that was deep and hearty. you were quite content listening to him talk as well.

beomgyu never wanted this moment to end. he wanted to hear every detail of your life, all your hopes for the future, your deepest desires, your biggest regrets, everything and anything, he wanted to know about. he found you extremely endearing as he began to notice little quirks of yours, spitting the cherry pips, placing a hand on your heart when you laugh too hard, and the one that sent his heart racing more so than the others, leaning forward attentively with your chin in your hands when he spoke.

soon, the beer was all gone, the cherries were nothing but pits and stems littered around you, and beomgyu was lighting another cigarette.

"getting bored yet?" beomgyu asked jokingly, nudging your leg with his elbow.

but you answered sincerely, "not at all. right now, i don't ever want to go home."

he hummed in pretend thought, "does that rule my place out?"

you raised your brows at him, "i see what you're getting at here."

beomgyu hadn't realised how his question had sounded until you made that comment.

"well that's not what i meant." he ran a flustered hand through his hair, not wanting you to think he was some sleazy guy.

you laughed, "i know, i know." you playfully pushed his shoulder. "does the offer still stand despite that?"

his eyes met yours, wide, like he didn't quite catch what you'd said.

"don't you get all shy on me now mr. 'and when do you get off?'"

"i'm not shy!" he said in defense, "i just," he took a drag, "i don't want you to think that this is something i always do, that you're one of many. when i saw you this afternoon, i don't know, something was telling me i couldn't just leave without saying something."

beomgyu couldn’t believe how cheesy he sounded, but he really had a point to prove, so he endured it.

you on the other hand, were filled with butterflies. elation was the only word that could begin to describe how you felt. somewhere, deep down, you still didn’t believe the boy smoking in front of you to not be a sleaze, but in this moment, your self respect was no where to be found.

you leaned forward and stole the cigarette resting between beomgyu's lips. he frowned for half a second, brows knitting together and eyes meeting yours in confusion, until you leaned even closer and placed a kiss right where the cigarette had been not a moment ago.

you went to pull away but beomgyu only pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. his hands held your face for a moment before travelling down your body. he tasted of cigarette, a taste that was foreign to you, but not unwelcome.

beomgyu couldn’t comprehend a single thought, he felt dizzy. the faint scent of your perfume that clung to your skin despite the heat, the sweetness of your lips and the lingering taste of cherry, the feel of your hand threading through his hair, it was all overwhelming.

“you…” he breathed against your lips, “you shouldn’t of done that.”

“why not?” you kissed just below his ear.

he hummed. “don’t play coy with me.”

“let’s just get out of here.” you smiled, pleased with the effect you’d had on beomgyu.

————

the walk back to the motorbike was tense, beomgyu was exercising a lot of self control in keeping his hands to himself, as were you.

the drive back was much worse. beomgyu’s mind was clouded, he couldn’t think about anything but the feel of your lips on his. his entire body was in flames, especially with your arms wrapped around his torso. he noticed your were less tense than on the ride up, and he couldn’t help but feel happy that you’d grown comfortable to be close with him.

you directed him back to your place and he walked you to the door, ever the gentleman.

“so,” you smiled up at beomgyu, standing just inside your house, “thanks for a good time, beomgyu. goodnight.”

he nodded, taking in your beautiful moonlit features one more time for the night, because whether you liked it or not, he’d be back again sooner or later.

“goodnight, y/n.” beomgyu turned to leave.

“i’m joking, get in here!” you pulled him back, kissing him yet again.

“you’re too much for me.” he smirked, lifting you off the ground.

“you’re telling me you don’t want this right now?” you whispered teasingly, however, you also wanted to check that you hadn’t misread his feelings.

“quite the opposite actually.” beomgyu said, carrying you inside and shutting the door behind him.

————

that night was the first of many.

beomgyu was always there at 10pm to pick you up, no matter what, and from there the night began.

he came prepared with wine the next time, and cherries again, insisting that you might as well enjoy them while they’re in season.

sometimes you went back to the clearing on the cliff from the first night. but you ventured around more now, exploring new areas.

your concerns of beomgyu being a one night stand guy drifted away and were soon replaced with the fear of simply being his summer fling.

but when you heard the rev of a motorbike outside your work at 10pm on march 1st, you somehow knew this was forever.

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[helloporcelain]

Apertado

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Gale/Astarion

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: porn without plot, blowjob, frottage, docking, dom!astarion, sub!gale, fluff, established relationship

Summary:

“Where,” Astarion gasps like he’s dying, “did you learn to do this?”

“Wizard academy,” Gale answers, like it’s terribly obvious.

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Being with Gale is — different.

It’s relatively new and bone-tender and sometimes, still, Astarion isn’t always sure what to expect. Sometimes, it’s warm and relaxed, like the gentle simmer of a teapot, and sometimes, it burns and boils and rushes through Astarion like the best kind of fever.

For once, though, he doesn’t mind rolling with the punches of it all, with the whims of his entirely-too-sincere lover.

They’re all at the Elfsong Tavern for a night of respite, laughing over dried herring and incredibly salty cheese-potato soup and goblets of spiced ale and elderflower wine. Astarion is pleasantly buzzed, content, listening intently as Wyll recalls a dramatic story from his monster-hunting days. Gale’s breath is sour-sweet and smells overwhelmingly like cranberries as he tilts his head at him with a curious, stupid smile.

“What?” Astarion asks him, returning a curious, stupid smile of his own.

“Ah – nothing,” Gale stifles a hiccup, ducking his head down to stuff another fig-jam biscuit into his mouth.

“Don’t nothing me, you lightweight.” He nudges Gale's shoulder and affectionately tilts his chin upward, using his thumb to brush away the last crumbs of the biscuit from Gale's upper lip. “You’re drunk.”

“I would not say that the term drunk is accurate in this case.” Gale sways closer against him, cheeks terribly flushed, eyebrows knit in contemplation as he considers the state he’s in. “Perhaps… perhaps I’m just a tad bit inebriated, is all.”

“Sure,” Astarion drawls, brushing a few grey strands of hair out of Gale’s face. “And I’m only a tad bit undead, is all.”

“If you really must know, Astarion, I was staring at you because you are beautiful.”

He bites back a cheeky grin, tongue poking at the inside of his mouth. “Oh? But that’s not anything new, darling,” he teases.

“No, it isn’t,” Gale admits, softly, far too genuinely. “Hand me parchment and a quill, and I'd pen a dozen sonnets effortlessly about you. But tonight – you’re particularly lovely. It's this smile you wear, when you’re at ease, when you feel safe, where your eyes are as soft as a feather and they get so unbelievably round, like a kitten.”

“A kitten?”

“A kitten with very sharp claws. But yes, a kitten.”

Astarion feels his cheeks growing pink and pinker, the color rushing up past his hairline, towards the tip of his pointy ears, as he leans in, murmuring against his cheek. “You love-sick fool.”

“Guilty as charged,” Gale whispers back, pressing a tender kiss on his nose.

“Get a room, you two!” Karlach whoops as she throws a strawberry towards their direction, landing on an empty plate in between their half-full chalices and piled up dirty napkins. Some of the others snicker, he hears an aww or two, and then someone makes a dirty joke and the entire table breaks out in raucous laughter.

“Completely ahead of you, my dear,” Astarion grins, tugging at Gale’s collar, rising up from the table.

—

They don’t take their time tonight; there’s no full-body massages or pillow-talk or even any kind of build up – Gale kisses him greedily, furiously, holding onto him for dear life as they stumble back into their room, legs kicking the door behind them shut with little disregard for its weak, creaky hinges. Astarion unwraps the belt around Gale’s waist and tosses it to the ground as Gale licks at his mouth like an untrained dog, wet and sloppy and unequivocally desperate.

Then he tugs his robe off, carelessly hurling it to the ground, crumpling into a magenta pile of heavy fabric at their feet. Gale attempts to tug Astarion’s tunic off but he can barely do that without nipping too hard at his lips or tripping over his backwards feet. Astarion pulls away from the kiss with an amused sniff and pushes Gale back onto the massive bed, deftly taking off his own shirt. He presses a knee against the mattress then tugs at Gale’s breeches and slides them off, palming a hand over the erection sitting underneath his briefs. Before he gets a chance to lean in or do anything else, Gale sits back up, hand reaching out to wrap around his thin wrist.

“Please,” he begs, slurring slightly. “Want to taste you.”

“My. What’s gotten into you tonight? Such a needy pup.”

He steps back from the bed and watches as Gale pushes himself off from the mattress, lowering himself to the ground and resting on his knees, hands sliding up to grab at the waistband of his black trousers, easing them off as they fall to his feet. He kicks them away and Gale doesn’t waste a second before he presses an open mouthed kiss against the damp, cotton fabric of his underwear. His tongue rolls out, wide and flat as he licks the outline of Astarion’s hard cock. “Don’t be a tease, darling.”

“‘m sorry,” Gale replies, voice muffled against his crotch. He tugs Astarion’s underwear down and his long, pretty cock springs out, standing at attention for his lover. Gale grips a saliva-slick hand around the base, sucks a kiss to the underside, then licks a long stripe along the veins that adorn his cock.

“Such a good boy,” Astarion breathes in adoration. “How did we manage to find each other among the shitshow we’re been cast in, hmm?”

Gale works his tongue all around his cock, slurping and hollowing his cheeks and expertly working his length far down into his throat like it’s an absolute walk in the park for him. He moans with pleasure around the mouthful of cock as Astarion holds his head down with some force and roughly fucks his face, settling into a rhythm for a few minutes that leaves Astarion breathing ragged and seeing a dozen stars under his eyelids.

“Mmm – can’t, Gale, I’ll –”

Gods, the wizard is just, senselessly good at sucking cock. Astarion thinks vaguely that he should send a nicely worded letter and a bouquet of roses to the man who taught him how to do it – it’s embarrassing, but Astarion needs him off or else the night will end far quicker than he intends. He threads a hand through Gale’s hair, pulling at the tail in the back, dragging him off his cock with a tattered gasp. “You know I adore how eager you are, but I have other things in mind for us.”

He guides Gale up from the ground and cups his face and kisses him on the lips, touching their foreheads together. “Lay down on your back, Gale.”

Astarion thinks he almost sees a tail wagging between his legs when Gale does exactly what he’s told, immediately, with a deliciously blank expression. He climbs up on the bed, straddling Gale’s thighs, bringing their cocks together. He licks his hand and slicks it over Gale’s stone-hard cock, saliva mingling with the precum bubbling on the tip. “Is it a sick thing,” Gale smiles then, all love-struck, “that all I can manage to think of is how lucky I am? Of how much I adore you?”

“My darling little wizard. I’m the lucky one,” he says, flicking a thumb over the wet slit, causing Gale’s thighs to tremble and hips to buck. With his free hand he slides a hand up his round belly, squeezing the bit of fat there with a hungry glaze to his eyes. “You’re so pretty when you come undone because of me.”

Then he takes hold of both lengths in one hand, stroking long and slow, watching as Gale huffs and pants underneath him. He does this gently but firmly, ensuring that the tip of their cocks rub together at the end of each push. Their cocks are pulling apart after a minute or so, long strands of precum connecting and almost breaking when Astarion realizes Gale is staring at him again, the same inquisitive dopey-eyed expression plastered on his face that he had earlier during dinner.

“What is it?” Astarion asks him again, not slowing down the twist of his wrist, though there’s a hint of concern to his voice.

“I just, ah –” Gale averts his blushing gaze, then to the left side, to the right side, then flitting his half-lidded eyes back up at Astarion. “I want to try something with you, if you’ll let me. Something a little unconventional.”

“I knew you had something on your mind. What do you want to try, puppy?”

“I… can’t explain it, I’m afraid it won’t sound very arousing if I tell you the technicalities of it,” Gale tells him.

“Okay, well, you’re not exactly selling it – whatever it is – to me by saying that.”

“Do you trust me, Astarion?”

“Are you an idiot, Gale?” Astarion’s voice is zero bite and all tenderness. “Of course I do.”

“Alright. Good. Then – can you kindly get off me for just one second?” Astarion takes his hand away from their touching cocks and does as Gale says, watching him curiously as he starts to rearrange the pillows around him, piling some behind, some under his knees for a lift. “Okay, sit on me again, please.”

Astarion gets back to sitting on his thighs, straddling his legs, just a little above his knees. He can see Gale thinking – debating, anxious – on his next move and he takes Gale’s face with his hands and kisses him comfortingly. “Don’t be nervous, pet. I trust you.”

Gale nods wordlessly, looking up at him with glassy, twinkling eyes, then presses the dewy tip of his cock back against Astarion’s in a ticklish kiss, rubbing slit against slit in a dizzying swirl around his pink, leaking glans.

“So wet,” Gale mumbles. “Not sure if it can work if it’s this wet.”

Then, carefully, he slides his hand and stretches the foreskin of his length forward over the top of Astarion’s cock.

It pushes over with no resistance, sliding around the head, encircling Astarion’s length whole, wrapping him like some kind of impossible blanket. He presses a thumb over his foreskin and holds it firmly in place. “Fuck,” Astarion hisses. He closes his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, feeling the tender pressure of the other man’s fingertips just on the other side of the soft skin, feeling the forehead skin stroking all around him. Gale bites his lip and fails to suppress a shudder, which makes Astarion hiss again: “Fuck.”

Gale’s normally caramel-brown eyes are all giant dilated saucers when he looks up at him with a touch of worry. “Is it,“ he hesitates, hands lingering over their swaddled cocks, “okay?”

“It’s – Gale– “

Intense, Astarion wants to say, but it’s suddenly, absolutely, way too difficult to speak coherently.

“Do you wish for me to stop? Does it hurt?”

“No, no, don’t,” he manages to choke out.

Gale keeps his touch gentle as he curls his hand around both of their cocks, conjoined like a finger trap toy, twisting and squeezing as Astarion tries his damndest to stay completely still, to let Gale take the lead on this fascinating new kink he’s completely unleashed on him. But then he looks down again and involuntarily jerks when he sees his outline against the thin, delicate skin; the hard, bulbous head stretched under the long, delicious veins of Gale’s cock.

He doesn’t think he’s seen anything like it: the sight of their two cocks melting into each other, peach and olive mixing into one. And when Gale starts to milk the foreskin around his fingers and squeeze the globs of precum out from under, slicking it all over their cocks, Astarion nearly comes.

Nearly. He’s not some amateur.

It’s just — it’s just so –

Absurd.

Ridiculous.

Absurdly, ridiculously, fucking erotic.

“Where,” Astarion gasps like he’s dying, “did you learn to do this?”

“Wizard academy,” Gale answers, like it’s terribly obvious. “How does it feel?”

He goes back to the insane rubbing, swirling motion, rotating his own cock around Astarion’s, rolling around and overlapping around him, over and over and over, with a tight grip on the very top of the skin to keep them locked together. It feels like an impossible feedback loop; Gale around him and him in Gale, slick against slick, fucking and rutting and rubbing in and against and everywhere, the heat coiling down into the core of his balls. It feels —

“So good,” he says ineloquently, humping into the burrow of Gale’s foreskin. “So fucking good.”

He can barely acknowledge the brilliant, goofy-dumb smile on Gale’s blissed out face. “It’s, you, Astarion, you’re perfect — ah, you’re divine —“

Astarion’s never felt anything like this before – not ever, not fucking once – and he can’t keep from moaning, quickly forming drool leaking out from his slack-jawed mouth as Gale grabs the base of his length and starts — holy shit — jerking him off into his own cock. He speeds up the pace of his stroking at the lewd sounds of Astarion’s encouragement, belly rising and falling, huffing as he goes cross-eyed and beet-red with arousal.

“It’s like I’m wearing your cock, Gale,” Astarion groans, in awe, in wonder, in bewilderment. It’s absolutely beyond him – it’s out of his hands, quite literally – at this point to stop himself from snapping his hips and pushing deeper around Gale’s stretched out foreskin.

“You – you dirty pup,” Astarion taunts, hoarse, somewhat gobsmacked. “Were you thinking about this all night?”

“Yes, yes, I was,” Gale answers with a whine, “Yes. Fuck me, please, fuck my cock, Astarion– ah, hnn–”

“Gale,” he grunts pathetically in response, fucking wild, erratic thrusts against the tunnel of stretched out skin enveloping him. It feels so tight and so hot and so perfectly made for him all at once, he could live like this, wear Gale like a cozy jacket, never take him off — if it were at all physically possible, he’d walk around like this with his cock warmed all day from Gale’s snug cockskin —

“Astarion, Astarion,” Gale babbles, breaking his lust-drunk train of thoughts, nearly incoherent except for the repeating litany of his name tumbling out desperately.

“My love,” he coos, pinching at the uppermost skin to try and help Gale to desperately get it to stay in place as he thrusts far too quickly and clumsily and roughly all around and against the mage’s cock. “My tight little cocksleeve.”

Gale keens and bucks his hips, then, too, and Astarion digs some fingers around Gale’s hairy, plush thighs and he nearly draws blood as they both come. He can feel it so intensely: the pulsating, the pounding of the blood rushing, the heat of the thick cum pooling around their cocks. It happens so fast he could sob - Gale's foreskin retracts so quickly and pushes him out, and then they’re just ultra-sensitive tip to tip, bobbing away from each other with cum-strands as the last evidence of their connection.

Gale pulls him in for a kiss and he loses himself in it for a while, rutting against the fleshiness of Gale’s body, still half hard and aching raw, until he hears Gale whine from overstimulation. He pulls away with a breathless chuckle, dizzy, trying to make sure he doesn’t touch his lover’s cock.

“Such a mess,” Astarion says, reaching down between them to scoop through the shared cum sliding down Gale’s groin. “Let’s clean up. Open.” He pushes two fingers into Gale’s cherry-bruised lips, eyes curved happily like little moons as Gale licks and sucks around them. “Good puppy.”

When it feels like his hand is cleaned thoroughly, he goes and takes another scoop, then another, and another, until Gale has completely taken in every last drop of cum down his throat.

A few minutes later, Astarion’s legs are draped across Gale’s paunchy stomach, eyes closed, somewhat still sticky and quietly recovering from their newest bedroom adventure.

“Well,” Astarion finally says after he thinks he’s gained back enough of his brain cells. “It is not often that I am surprised sexually, but that was, truly, mind blowing, my dear.”

“Mmm. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that, admittedly, so, I am quite relieved that it turned out alright. Better than all right, rather. I would be too intimidated and not courageous enough to suggest this – ehm – particular activity if I hadn’t had a little liquid courage to bolster me…”

Astarion laughs — no, giggles, like he’s some smooth-cheeked school boy — and kisses Gale’s forehead, then trails more kisses down his cheek, across his jaw, landing at the crook of his neck, taking in the smell of sweat and cum and remnants of the honey-lavender soap he bought from a pushy street vendor a few nights ago.

Being with Gale is different. This, Astarion is sure of.

Which is to say: it’s most certainly, undeniably, irrevocably, a complete joy.

“Alright then; go on, tell me. What the fuck else did you learn at that school?”

#baldur's gate 3 #porcelainfic #bloodweave #galestarion #gale/astarion #astarion x gale #bloodweave fic #astarion #gale of waterdeep

[azsazz]

Sweater Weather

Eris x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Can you write a fic with Maude? 🥺🥺🥺Whenever you want with anything you want. I need more😂😅By the way i love your writing. You're so talented

The beginning of some Autumn fluff, including a picnic in the park with your mate and daughter.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 565

Notes: Well, while we're all here let's give Eris some love 💙

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“What are you doing?” you muse, adjusting the babe on your hip as you look down at your mate, lying out on a thick wool blanket under the biggest tree in the park.

“I’m waiting for my beautiful family to arrive,” his smirk sets your heart fluttering, his amber eyes glittering with a knowing look as he reaches up for the little girl in your arms.

He’s had the cooks pack up a basket for on the go, filled with fruits, meats, cheeses, and you even spy a bottle of chilled wine sticking out of the woven container. Everything looks delectable, especially the Autumn Court male you call your mate.

“People are staring, you know,” you point out, handing your daughter to him before settling in beside them. Indeed, the passerby can’t help themselves from looking. They wanted to catch a glimpse of the new royal babe and it isn’t often that the High Lord’s sons were out so freely, and doing something so normal like sitting in the park with their family was sure to be a shock. Beron kept a tight leash on his boys.

“Let them,” he dismisses the fae on their own strolls, kissing Maude’s rosy cheeks, causing the babe to squeal with happiness. She looks adorable in the sweater Lady Autumn knit her, brown with leaves of orange, yellow, and red adorning the hem, the exact vision of the fall trees surrounding you, vibrant with color.

“What’s all this for?” you ponder, snagging a cracker and handing it to your daughter who stares at it with wide honeyed eyes for a moment before she begins gnawing on the snack. You take a slice of apple for yourself, dipping it into the caramel sauce Eris has packed while he sits up, leaning over to you to lick the stray sweetness from your lips.

You smile into the kiss, reveling in the taste of your mate. He’s everything to you, a caring mate, a wonderful father, so thoughtful and kind. He’s always looking out to protect your daughter, he hardly leaves either of your sides. 

You can’t say that you hate it.

“I just wanted to spend time with my girls,” he hands you a glass of wine before popping a grape into his mouth with a grin. He raises his glass and you clink yours against his in a toast, to your family.

“We don’t spend enough time together already?” you joke, taking a sip of the sweet liquid, running your fingers through Maude's soft strawberry hair. She beams at you in delight, waving the crushed and soggy cracker around.

Eris fake gasps, clutching a hand to his heart, “My dearest (Y/N), is this your way of telling me we need to spend time apart?”

You chuckle along with Maude, who thinks her fathers dramatics are the funniest thing in the Court. He beams at the little girl, scooping her up and settling her in his lap before he feeds her a chunk of apple. You catch sight of the little teeth coming in and you can’t help but smile. She’s growing so fast.

“You know I love spending time with you, Eris,” you respond and the way his eyes soften have you melting in your seat. Here’s a male who never thought he’d find what you’ve given him– true love.

“Good. Because you’re mine and I’m not going anywhere.”

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris/reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #azsazz #autumn court

[glitchbitchwritingblog]

Just letting y'all know, Katla doesn't really have the best memory,she will often loose her specs and forgets where she set her knitting. However she NEVER forgets a birthday. When she learns the date for Tally's birthday,she makes him a strawberry cake with chocolate frosting. All made from scratch. And she gifts him a pair of ear muffs and gloves that she made. She Also makes him a yummy dinner of seared slaughterfish with a side of fried potato wedges and brusselsprouts.She Also makes sure he has some alto wine.

I think Tally would be supprised and touched by all she did for his birthday. It's no big thing,but he can tell she worked so hard on his behalf.

#skyrim #skyrim oc #skyrim taliesin #taliesin #katla

[namusthetic]

The Four Seasons

Color guide for the characters' comments:

Winter; Spring; Summer; Autumn;

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Winter

Jittery because had way too much sugar

Started buying presents and wrapping them in September

Has a special mug for every occasion

Likes to relax by the fire while reading or scrolling through their phone

Gives Christmas-themed socks to everyone

Sits in weird positions

Loud and affectionate with people they feel close with (even too affectionate... )

Cold and unforgiving when pissed

Has a reading list and is gonna finish it before the year ends (hopefully)

Struggles with anger management

Smiles at strangers on the street

Starts stuttering and their lisp comes out when too nervous or excited (I heard Autumn saying it was cute - oh really? - S-spring!!!!!!)

Loves surprises

Prideful, gets offended easily, but also forgives and forgets easily (it took us a whole afternoon to get them to open the door just because the three of us hung out without them - still don't know why we bothered. - HEY!!! )

Calls instead of texting

Ready to throw hands if any of their friends gets bullied or insulted

Aesthetics:

Hot chocolate and a crackling fireplace, Christmas songs and mulled wine, snow and cold wind, warm scarves and knitted gloves, snow angles and snowball fights, smirks and fistbumps, warm sweaters and tight hugs, doodles on frosty window panes, dad jokes and uncoordinated dance moves

Playlist:

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Tongue Tied by Grouplove

(I Can Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Eleanor Rigby by Cody Fry

Somebody To Love by Queen

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas by Michael Bublé

Snowman by Sia

Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

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Spring

Has various nervous tics because of anxiety

Always sitting on the floor

Often with their head in the clouds (AM NOT! - darling, I've literally seen you walk into door frames more times than I can count - ... )

Almost never raises their voice

Starts reading a book, then forgets about it and starts another one

Gets lost in daydreaming and dissociates from reality

Defends strongly what they believe in

"If I were a frog you'd be welcome on my lily pad"

Starts projects but never finishes them

Sensitive, cries easily when animals and environment is involved

In touch with their emotions and nature (and also with summer apparently - if you don't shut up, I swear. - Autumn, help me!! - oh, hell nah)

Spends long afternoons having pic-nics in the park, reading, sleeping and sunbathing

Walks in the woods looking for fae traps and playing hide and seek with foxes

Aesthetics:

Flower crowns, pic-nics and apricot jam, sunshine filtering through the leaves, birds chirping and bubbly laughter, bumblebees and bees flying from flower to flower, soft singing, flower crowns and daisy chains, curious eyes and pastel colors, small frogs and lilly pads, strawberry toasts and herbal teas, sweet smiles and paint-stained hands

Playlist:

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Ophelia by The Lumineers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's

Swing Lynn by Harmless

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

girls by girl in red

Coffee by beabadoobee

Juliet by Cavetown

rises the moon by Liana Flores

Where'd All the Time Go? By Dr. Dog

cardigan by Taylor Swift

No Plan by Hozier

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Summer

Sleeps with the windows open

Goes to the beach at sunrise to walk along the shore

Parties until late at night and comes home in the early morning

Afraid of never being good enough

Plans their day to the second, has a set goal in life

Chatty, makes friends easily but sometimes tries too hard

Just plain gorgeous (agreed!! - *blushes*)

Constantly doing something so they doesn't have any time to wallow in their thoughts

Sees the best in people (even Autumn? - Would you knock it off!?!!)

Doesn't need anyone's approval but cares about their found family's opinion

Has always something urgent to do

Done with everyone's whining (e- even me? - no, not you - pffft, simp. - *proceeds to throw a shoe at Winter* - You asked for it.)

Always tries to be strong by repressing their emotions (yeah, you shouldn't do that - sigh, I'll try not to)

Aesthetics:

Sunshine and linen sheets, freckles and dimples, gold and sand, warm laughter and cold cocktails, strawberry lemonade, pizza and a can of soda, tan lines and stretch marks, afternoon naps on the porch and late night rides, roller skating with their headphones on the promenade, thrift-shopping, a light breeze in the summer heat

Playlist:

Juicy by Doja Cat

Chicken Noodle Soup by J-Hope (ft. Becky G)

Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

WANNABE by ITZY

Need to Know by Doja Cat

I'm Legit by Nicki Minaj ft. Ciara

About Damn Time by Lizzo

Levitating (ft. DaBaby) by Dua Lipa

Egoistic by Mamamoo

Next Level by aespa

Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Gashina by SUNMI

Dirty Harry by Gorillaz

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Autumn

Lovely and deep, like the woods they like to wander

Started planning their Halloween costume since summer

Chooses their afternoon tea depending on their mood

Likes to sit by the window and read when starts raining

Often misunderstood

Looks dark and broody but is just a cinnamon roll (a cute, little, squishy cinnamon roll!!! - sometimes I struggle to repress the urge to push you off a cliff - nah, you know you love me - who's gonna tell them? - Not me.)

Starts reading several books at the same time and switches between them

Spends long afternoons reading in coffee shops

Struggles with depression and anxiety

Cannot function without coffee in the morning

Gets startled easily if they are focused on something else

Judges everyone silently, that's just what they do (Except Spring, she can do whatever she wants. - is it the cuteness? - It is.)

Waits for the call to end and then texts "What do you want?!?"

Aesthetics:

Eye-rolls, tired eyes, old books and fallen leaves as bookmarks, sentences underlined with shaky lines, large cardigans and knitted sweaters, dark coffee with splashes of milk, Earl Grey tea and butter biscuits, soft sighs and sweater paws, leather messenger bags and worn-out notebooks, the pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalk, fog and drizzle, the distant rumble of an incoming storm

Playlist:

The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala

Tired by beabadoobee

Devil Town by Cavetown

Coffee by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Blondie by Current Joys

Alien Blues by Vundabar

Little Dark Age by MGMT

Hey Kids by Molina ft. Late Verlane

Take a Slice by Glass Animals

Vide Noir by Lord Huron

Mary On a Cross by Ghost

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Zombie by The Cranberries

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Helloo!!! ✨

Sorry it's been a while since I've posted anything (again, sob) but I'm back!

I chose seasons this time, and I've also added comments from each one, I thought it would be a cute thing to add, I had fun doing it.

For the character's comments I used different colors to recognize them, I hope it's not too chaotic.

Hope you enjoy, and please take care of yourselves,

lots of love 💜

#moodboard #aestethic #character aesthetics #tag your aesthetic #character concept #tag yourself #playlist #song suggestions #types of people #seasons #autumn #summer #winter #spring

[eeclare]

Headcanons: but a Lot

I made a pinterest board for the belchers & co. and saved pics that i feel represent the characters lol and they have inspired me and my latest Bobby borger headcanons :) enjoy

Linda

You would think that bob would have the wicked classic rock cd collection but irl that is our lovely lady Linda

She isn't the BIGGEST classic rock fan but her dad was and she just kinda picked it up

makes her feel nostalgic, y'know

but generally she's more of an 80s pop and show tune enthusiast

and she’s def an overall kinda gal

With a classic red long-sleeve? Yes pls

when she wasn’t allowed to keep buying porcelain babies she switched to ceramic birds for a little while

And she fs has a bird feeder hanging outside the kitchen window

Linda sometimes gets her nails done

Bright red and LONG

sometimes a french tip but that’s only when she’s not feeling the long guys

And red lipstick is a must ofc

she discovered that red was her colour and just let it overtake her

Cherry pie and a little bit of ice cream go a long way in her book

But her fav food and breakfast most days (when neither she or Bob are in the mood too really cook) is Tomato toast

Sometimes with cream cheese, but mostly just toasted with butter and season with salt and pepper

She just can’t get enough of it she loves tomatoes and she loves bread so it just works

The medicine cabinet in the bathroom is full of her clutter and crap lol

No true medicine to be found (other than bob’s prescribed pills ofc)

lots of nail polish, for when she can’t afford to get her nails done

One for her bday gene made her a ceramic tooth trinket box

to keep all of his teeth in, obviously

Keeps forcing her family on “quick” three hour hikes

she STILL tries to knit, esp after how great the kids’ reactions were to the one she made for Christmas

Whenever she and the kids are waiting around for bob to make thanksgiving dinner she puts on the thanksgiving day parade on TV

her fav float is snoopy

Ideal boblin date? Wine in the eve on the beach with chocolate and strawberries

she one time heard some teenager say that they were “frickin’ zazzed” and now she says it all the time

She doesn’t know cut her some slack 😭

It makes Louise pee herself laughing lmao

When Linda is behind the grill she gives the burgers ketchup smileys

One time she got drunk and made a pope hat out of paper and tried to put it on little king trash mouth

….it went about as well as you would expect…

Bob!!

Bob tries to do the NYT crossword

Unsuccessfully

When he gets his new phone she discovers the mini cross words and the app

linda literally could not get him to turn the phone off lmfaoo

eventually tho he gets her into wordle and now they play together nightly

I say they play 'together' but they actually play against each other

Like, hardcore

His fav. Halloween candy that the kids would get are those burger gummies

The kids had never actually had one until Gene hid a few in his socks bcs Bob would take them all before they even had the chance

he’s a cool dad. (tm)

Bob’s got this one Jean jacket that is so filled with holes it’s unsightly

But he just will not get rid of it lol

Why? Who knows

his ideal thanksgiving dinner is one of those idealistic 70s thanksgiving ads

Genuinely bob’s heaven

once for his bday he was served a burger with candles in it

linda thought it was funny

(so did bob)

i think that he secretly loves making spaghetti

Esp spaghetti Bolognese idk it just feels like a very Bob coded dish

When he serves the kids eggs and bacon he makes them a little smiley face AWWWH

Louise gave him a world’s okayest dad mug which he uses

Frequently

the glove compartment in the car has one of those flip through cd cases and it is just FULL of pirated cds lol

In his younger days he was a big fan of Levi’s jeans

He’s saved them all for when Gene is big enough to wear them

Or whichever of his other kids are interested ofc he doesn’t judge

Hates that Linda let’s the kids watch the thanksgiving day parade

He just thinks that it perpetuates the fact that thanksgiving has turned into a capitalist’s dream

“It’s the principle, Lin!”

Louise

One time Gloria gave her one of those sand animals (ykno the ones)

And now she can’t get enough of them

I also firmly believe that she never gets her ears pierced lol

But she was incredibly tempted to when she saw those spiky rainbow earrings in Clair’s

Secretly Louise fs enjoys linda and Gene’s spa days and facial routines and she often participates

Hair wrapped up in a towel, face mask and everything

when linda makes them all go on those loooong “short” hikes Louise occasionally finds a bone or two

Which she (incorrectly) bleaches and keeps in her room obvi

If it were up to her shoes would be a never

Loves the feeling of grass on her feet

When she was a toddler Linda would put her in those purple jelly sandals

Sensory hell for her

BEGS Bob and linda for a hamster or Guinea pig or ANYTHING but alas, fails miserably

Chronic frog catcher

Gene, who is terrified of frogs, hates it

genuinely the bane of his existence

she eventually upgrades the walkie talkies to further range ones

Bob one time went into a comic book store and found a gummo figurine and gave it to Louise and she loves it

But he did have to convince her to keep it in the box

“It could be worth A LOT one day Louise”

Louise got into rainbow loom

Not as a fun little hobby but as a black market business

frond caught her tho so rip that

As a “middle schooler” she collects anime figurines

the cute ones, not the sex ones

As well as horror movie figurines

When she was a kid she was obsessed with those light up shoes lmao

Personally I believe that Louise eventually needs braces for a couple years

But she convinces Bob and Linda that she loves/wants to keep her gap tooth so they get them removed early

Collects silly bands

Always covered in bandaids (but like, the colourful kind)

She eventually starts to paint her nails

Each finger is a dif colour

She likes to collect creepy porcelain dolls too

She’s a big collector, if you couldn’t tell

Paul frank t shirts for daaaayyyys

Big graphic novel/manga reader

She almost convinced Bob to let her get a frog

But again, gene

She hates socks but I firmly believe that she will wear tights/stockings if she absolutely has to

Has a few of bobs old band tees (gene has most of them)

Went through a phase where she constantly drew shit with chalk outside the restaurant

Some of it was cute, some of it was plans for world domination

Tina also gave her a little star necklace for her 13th bday and Louise literally never takes it off

(cuties pies)

Big graphic novel enjoyer

and im hoping this isn't too niche but she really enjoys courtney crumrin specifically

I may be projecting here a little tho bcs that was MY fav graphic novel when I was her age lmao

Gene

Has three tamagotchi pets that he keeps on a keychain that he keeps in his pockets/backpack

So. Many. Hawaiian shirts.

Loves super hero comics

Not a graphic novel fan though

Also likes collecting super hero action figures

Sour patch kids are his fav candie

Has the most narrow bed

has to sleep with a fan on at all times

not just cuz the noise makes his senses go brrr and helps him sleep

but because he is also a very sweaty boy

twinning with tina fr

Huge 80s vibe always

All of his pencils have bite marks all over them lol

Genes a nervous test taker

his palms get sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

on that note, he lowkey gets into rap

any rap: mumble, freestyle, mainstream

He wears his red converse until they literally falls of his feet

Has buttons and pins on all of his jackets/sweaters

Yugio fan??

Wears his white socks in the grass all the time

Drives linda CRAZY

Over alls are a staple in his wardrobe

same with flannel button ups

Bob thrifts Gene an acoustic guitar for his 14th bday

so he learns to play the guitar! He’s kind of a natural

okay so he's not THAT good but he's good enough

He also gets a cheap mini synth at some point and it replaces the casio just a little bit

Has to get braces and sticks to it

The bands are always funky colours, often in a rainbow order

Has a bunch of vintage Jean jackets

After his red converse finally fall apart he transfers to blue knock off converse with orange laces

Has at least three bags full of discount candy at all times

He went through a space phase so he’s got planet stickers on the wall by his bed

Gets a cassette player and tapes for his bday at some point

From Linda

And at some point thrifts himself doc martens

Obsessed with the muppets

Esp animal and janice

Lana stan

(Sorta)

Tons of bobs old band tees

becomes a SoundCloud rapper as a joke

But why is he lowkey good 😭

Gets a pink bike

“I’m cool bcs my mom says so”

Thrifts himself a cheapo electric guitar and covers it in stickers

Sounds like shit but tbh it works

Tina-Bina

When she was little Linda made her a canopy for her bed

It’s kinda patchy but that’s okay it suits her

Tortoise shell glasses become her jam in high school

Still has a classic black pair as a backup

Always worried

Has a notebook/journal on her at ALL TIMES

Multiple unicorn figures

And porcelain horses (from Linda ofc)

Her chariot doll stays on her desk and/or nightstand

Her room is a hot pink, not a baby pink lol

It’s a little obnoxious

Loves lip smacker

Never gets rid of her bangs

But she does grow her hair out a little bit past her shoulders

Thinks it makes her look older

Paul frank t shirts that she hands down to Louise over time

Emergency phone becomes her phone lol

She does put a horse sticker on the back and she loves it

MLP themes pencil case is the mlp think she owns

Most of her school supplies is horse related, tho

Lisa frank stickers

Likes the classic vintage my little pony dolls

“Ugh”

Horse shaped birthday cake

Teal nail polish when she’s feeling fancy

But she consistently has clear polish on

Makes Tina feel classy

She lowkey collects plastic farm animals lol

She read the perks of being a wallflower once and it became her whole personality for about two weeks

Blue collared shirts with jean shirts

Or an overall dress

Has a locket with a drawing of jerico that she made

She wears it pretty often lol

Jimmy jr’s school photo sits snugly on the other side

Loves 80s windbreakers

Her fav is blue with a yellow stripe across the shoulders

Star shaped barrette that Louise found for her on the sidewalk lmao

Called herself ‘ghost girl’ while she was pretending to be a so-called bad girl

Poofy 80s pink prom dress that’s passed down to her from Linda

Can write in cursive rlly well

So many unicorn plushies

Put beads on her shoe lacss

She has three blue t shirts with an embroidered rainbow on them

She loves them and wears them all the time

Enjoys playing solitaire

Still big into drinking coffee lol

Linda made her a pony keychain out of felt and she uses it as an accessory

i.e. hangs it off of her overall dress, belt loop, backpack, etc

swiftie?? she just vibes with the music so hard

esp folklore

"IM A MIRRORBALLLLL"

She's so sweet and relatable i just love Tina so much

#bob’s burgers #bob belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #linda belcher #gene belcher #bobs burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #fangirl #headcannons #i love bob so much #i love louis so much #i love tina #bobs burgers supremacy

[godkilller]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁    𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

COLOR.       ——     red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white, teal, silver, gold, grey, lilac, metallic, matte, royal blue, strawberry red, charcoal grey, forest green, apple red, navy blue, crimson, cream, mint green, magenta, pastels, bubblegum pink, blood red, ivory.

ELEMENTAL.      ——        fire. ice. water. air. earth.  rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

BODY.       ——       claws. long fingers. fangs. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape-shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

WEAPONRY.        ——       fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. venom. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

MATERIAL.        ——        gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

NATURE.       ——       grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

ANIMALS.       ——       lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. pigeons. centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK.      ——      sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

HOBBIES.       ——        music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. fiddle . cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

STYLE.       ——       lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar. no makeup.

MISC.       ——        balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. ripe. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirror. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. laughter. screams. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. stories. drugs. kindness. love.

tagged by: i stole it tagging: @dokuhai, @keikakudori, @owabisuru, @madestars, and you!

#[ roleplay meme ] #long post / #ayooo.

[ratsoh-writes]

**Favorites list**

Favorite food:

Favorite item/gift:

Hobbies:

Sans

Favorite color: sky blue

Favorite food: Hotdogs and monster energy drinks

Favorite item/gift: He loves getting gag gifts like buzz rings or whoopie cushions but also loves any sort of science pun t-shirt!

Hobbies: astromony, puns and riddles, the wordcross, stargazing, videogames (sometimes), pranks, instrumental music, playing his trumpet

Papyrus

Favorite color: Cherry red

Favorite food: spaghetti and garlic bread!

Favorite item/gift: hotwheels are one of his favorite things to get, but he also likes collectibles of his favorite metal bands or comic book heroes!

Hobbies: hotwheels, Marvel, DC, any superhero really, fencing, jogging, DIY, puzzles, escape rooms

Star

Favorite color: mustard yellow

Favorite food: tacos, cinnamon rolls and tuna fish sandwiches

Favorite item/gift: he'll treasure anything a friend gets him cause he's just like that, but he LOVES really cringy pun tshirts. the ones that make his brother gag. star also likes getting bright and goofy tights or socks.

Hobbies: sparring, jogging, volleyball, training dogs, trampoline parks, raves, sketching (on the down low)

Honey

Favorite color: brick red

Favorite food: also cinnamon rolls, and mozzarella sticks

Favorite item/gift: he loves receiving any sort of figurine or trinket related to his latest obsession. honey is real nerdy, so cater to that and you're good! also nice kitchen supplies

Hobbies: learning new languages, romance novels, Spanish and Korean soap operas, Nintendo video games, baking, dungeons and dragons

Red

Favorite color: pastel yellow

Favorite food: hamburgers and barbeque

Favorite item/gift: star trek junk. nuff said

Hobbies: STAR TREK, fishing, trying new drinks, window shopping and taking apart and fixing up cars

Edge

Favorite color: silver

Favorite food: lasagna and red wine

Favorite item/gift: he actually collects novelty pens and has a stationary addiction so anything like that is good

Hobbies: collecting pens, NASCAR, debate club, fencing, trying new French and Italian recipes, playing with his cat doomfanger, visiting animal shelters

Mal

Favorite color: silver and gold

Favorite food: burritos and tres leches cake

Favorite item/gift: he loves receiving pretty polished stones or interesting shells and beads he can add to his jewelry

Hobbies: making jewelry, watercolor, gossiping, playing piano, knife throwing, clothes shopping

Cash

Favorite color: neon orange

Favorite food: super spicy pizza

Favorite item/gift: gag gifts like glitter bombs, hideous clothing or hot sauce

Hobbies: collecting concerning amounts of salsas that could kill a child, pranks, parkour, money and budget managing, urban exploring

Oak

Favorite color: grass green

Favorite food: really big sandwiches

Favorite item/gift: just get him snacks and he'll love you forever. or notebooks.

Hobbies: taking care of his chickens, baking, fishing, nature walks, naps (lol), playing his trumpet

Willow

Favorite color: tan or cream

Favorite food: fresh bread of course. he likes savory rolls best like mozzarella basil bread

Favorite item/gift: craft supplies! willow burns through those like no ones business

Hobbies: anything crafty; sewing, knitting, beading, clay etc.. he also plays the ukulele and loves baking of course.

Charm

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: chocolate cake and shrimp cocktails

Favorite item/gift: goofy cake toppers and eyeshadow palates

Hobbies: he loves makeup, cake decorating, hanging out with his niece, clubbing, drinking contests, pranks, gymnastics and biochemistry

Sugar

Favorite color: pastel pink and purple

Favorite food: red velvet and strawberry cake, strawberries, smoothies

Favorite item/gift: LACE, hes always running out of it when hes making new styles of dresses. also flowers

Hobbies: flower arrangements, dress making, sewing, romance novels, making smoothies, dancing, clubbing

Lord

Favorite color: royal blue

Favorite food: veggie platters and carrot soup

Favorite item/gift: old history books and lawn ornaments

Hobbies: hes a total history nerd but likes ww1 and ww2 best, gardening, weightlifting, used book stores, gossiping, cleaning (no really)

Mutt

Favorite color: olive green

Favorite food: veggie wraps and coffee

Favorite item/gift: general animal supplies (bedding, canned food, etc..),

Hobbies: rehabilitating animals, writing novels, late night walks, bar fights (lol), boxing, stargazing

Wine

Favorite color: gold

Favorite food: KFC, almond or cherry ice cream, champagne

Favorite item/gift: getting vintage candles is always a good bet. he likes conspiracy books too

Hobbies: conspiracy theories, history channel, collecting vintage brooches, gossiping, bribery and blackmail, teaching high school age kids, clothes shopping, snooping

Coffee

Favorite color: peach

Favorite food: cookie themed ice cream, pumpkin spice lattes

Favorite item/gift: any sort of art supplies. he burns through them too fast

Hobbies: ART. he does it all, painting, charcoals, markers, digital. he also does a bit of woodworking and sewing too. loves worldbuilding games

Pop

Favorite color: periwinkle

Favorite food: fruit! fruit popsicles specifically. also honeycomb

Favorite item/gift: fruit and good shoes

Hobbies: urban exploring, breakdancing, soap making, collecting cool stuff he found outside, being a vent goblin, breaking the laws of physics

Rhythm

Favorite color: powder blue

Favorite food: waffles with fruit piled on top. pineapple

Favorite item/gift: cute shoes and scarves

Hobbies: dancing of course! he can do almost every style. raves, meeting new people, music concerts

Pluto

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: burritos and hot chocolate

Favorite item/gift: rocks, fossils, crystals fluffy blankets

Hobbies: archeology, geology, astronomy, robotics, inventing new appliances, Disney movies

Jupiter

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: pancakes and protein shakes

Favorite item/gift: sunglasses and sports equipment

Hobbies: most sports in general but the favorites are rugby swimming and shotput. weightlifting hiking bench pressing people, card games

G

Favorite color: mustard yellow

Favorite food: energy drinks and chicken nuggets

Favorite item/gift: he can be pretty hard to gift as he has very specific tastes, but he does collect old records

Hobbies: collecting music records, working on his bike, biology studies, first person shooter games,

Green

Favorite color: white

Favorite food: chai tea, fancy biscuits

Favorite item/gift: tea packets or cute succulents!

Hobbies: anatomy, his potted succulents, calligraphy, opera, playing piano

Peaches

Favorite color: apple red

Favorite food: pie!!!!

Favorite item/gift: pie lol, or any homemade food

Hobbies: tending his orchid, cooking, wrestling, photography, bird watching

Rancher

Favorite color: Jean blue

Favorite food: eggs!

Favorite item/gift: good sturdy jeans and ammunition

Hobbies: hunting, tending his animals, wrestling, cooking, cliff jumping

Snipe

Favorite color: heather grey

Favorite food: hamburgers coffee and tamales

Favorite item/gift: exotic plants, cigarettes and ammunition

Hobbies: shooting, collecting vintage guns, gardening, naps (lol), pranks

Bruiser

Favorite color: electric blue

Favorite food: tiramisu, pho

Favorite item/gift: running shoes and suspenders

Hobbies: collecting suspenders, running, parkour, pranks, reverse robbing criminals, street fights, basketball

Butch

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: cheesy fries, barbeque, vodka

Favorite item/gift: nice alcohol and scrap metal

Hobbies: blacksmithing, street fights, wrestling, kickboxing, weightlifting

Boss

Favorite color: navy blue

Favorite food: fancy teas and cheeses

Favorite item/gift: fancy cheese, chains and gloves

Hobbies: fencing, tea making, sewing, sparring, opera, shopping

Ace

Favorite color: seashell pink

Favorite food: milkshakes and nachos

Favorite item/gift: any makeup item or colored contacts

Hobbies: makeup and disguises, detective work, poisons, gossiping, pranks, escape rooms

Slim

Favorite color: neon yellow

Favorite food: French fries and tacos

Favorite item/gift: anime figurines, new video games, or stickers

Hobbies: anime and manga, coding, any sort of videogame, spyware, trap and techno music

Rust

Favorite color: pastel yellow

Favorite food: bbq ribs

Favorite item/gift: large wood pieces and star trek stuff

Hobbies: star trek, woodworking fishing, crafts with his kiddos, secretly feeding the wild deer behind basils back

Noir

Favorite color: dark brown

Favorite food: angel hair pasta

Favorite item/gift: interestingly shaped pasta, old books, yoga mats

Hobbies: yoga, reading (everything) oil painting, cooking, gossip

Lilac

Favorite color: electric blue

Favorite food: cinnamon rolls and egg salad sandwiches

Favorite item/gift: shorts, frisbees and candies

Hobbies: ultimate frisbee, swimming, yoga, trying new drinks, jogging, sketching

Basil

Favorite color: mint

Favorite food: also cinnamon rolls and baby tomatoes

Favorite item/gift: vegetable seeds for his garden and new manga

Hobbies: reading manga and romance novels, baking, his garden, shooting the wild deer that eat his tomatoes in the bum with his bb gun

Gears

Favorite color: emerald green

Favorite food: stuffed mushrooms and anything with soy sauce

Favorite item/gift: pillows, shiny baubles like beads and cute planters!

Hobbies: urban exploring, dating sims, hiking, whittling

Compass

Favorite color: cinnamon

Favorite food: fish and chips, sometimes pringles

Favorite item/gift: molding clay, acrylic paints, glazes and acessories for his iguanas

Hobbies: hiking, pottery, horseback riding, dance video games, wrestling

Sparks

Favorite color: aquamarine

Favorite food: slurpees or freezes, kettle corn

Favorite item/gift: movie posters and scripts, colorful leggings, goofy sunglasses

Hobbies: acting, raves, techo and electric swing music, parkour, gymnastics,

Salt

Favorite color: blush pink

Favorite food: honeybuns and ladyfingers

Favorite item/gift: makeup palates, candies, soft hoodies

Hobbies: makeup art, shopping, romance novels, comedian shows, drink mixing

Lush

Favorite color: velvet red

Favorite food: sweet and sour chicken

Favorite item/gift: anything homemade or sentimental, he's hard to buy for

Hobbies: boxing, boat rides, music concerts, budgeting

Pepper

Favorite color: white

Favorite food: spicy sushi and ginger

Favorite item/gift: custom jewelry, gloves, heels, and homemade food

Hobbies: fashion, hairstyling, nail art, swordplay

Orion

Favorite color: black

Favorite food: captain crunch and fruit loops

Favorite item/gift: art books, baseballs, accessories for his pet snake

Hobbies: tattoo art, sketching, baseball, deinking contests, costume parties

Atlas

Favorite color: ruby red

Favorite food: red wine and risotto

Favorite item/gift: sudoku books, model airplanes, star wars collectables

Hobbies: star wars, mathematics, putting together model kits, parkour,

Cider

Favorite color: wine purple

Favorite food: grapes and wine

Favorite item/gift: strategy board games, country music cds

Hobbies: country music, axe throwing, tending his quails, board games, jet skis

Barley

Favorite color: bright orange

Favorite food: beer and apple cider

Favorite item/gift: DnD accessories, guitar picks

Hobbies: playing the guitar and violin, singing, song writing, drink mixing, DnD

Ram

Favorite color: green

Favorite food: meat pies and beer

Favorite item/gift: blankets, pocket knives

Hobbies: dirt bikes, hunting and trapping, pranks, guns

Pitch

Favorite color: cream

Favorite food: cheese and crackers

Favorite item/gift: BOOKS

Hobbies: READING, animals, horseback riding, hiking, dirt bikes

Moose

Favorite color: blueberry blue

Favorite food: blackberries and trout

Favorite item/gift: notebooks, vegetable seeds, good shoes

Hobbies: writing short stories, mythology, tending animals, gardening, hiking, his radio

Maple

Favorite color: new wood brown

Favorite food: huckleberry cobbler and wild strawberries

Favorite item/gift: good wood for carving, power tools, whittling knives

Hobbies: carpentry, monopoly and other board games, hiking, war movies

Fisher

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: crab, lobster, crawfish

Favorite item/gift: tarot card decks and pretty hippie acessories

Hobbies: fishing, stargazing, astronomy, Astrology, tarot cards, palm reading and fortune telling.

Jasper

Favorite color: neon green

Favorite food: energy drinks

Favorite item/gift: touristy gifts, travel books, paintball ammunition

Hobbies: rollercoasters, amusement parks, paintball, fishing, distance swimming

Finn

Favorite color: orange

Favorite food: lemonade and lemon sweets

Favorite item/gift: lemon candies, frisbees

Hobbies: horror books, playing frisbee, whittling, swimming, surfing

Sails

Favorite color: sage green

Favorite food: orange juice and orange sweets

Favorite item/gift: essential oils, pretty beads, twine, weed

Hobbies: jewelry making, weed, sunbathing, his pet dog, making perfumes and incense

Hook

Favorite color: copper

Favorite food: anything coconut

Favorite item/gift: renaissance books and art, coconut flavored candies

Hobbies: art from the renaissance and history, boxing, diving, surfing, knife throwing, astronomy

Captain

Favorite color: ocean blue

Favorite food: wine, hot chocolate and fancy pasta

Favorite item/gift: leather, wax seals, feather pens

Hobbies: mapmaking, calligraphy, diving, wrestling, knife throwing, collecting wax stamp seals

Lens

Favorite color: grass green

Favorite food: potato chips

Favorite item/gift: animal slippers, blown glass trinkets

Hobbies: collecting blown glass art, chemistry and physics, bugs, watercolor

Cricket

Favorite color: neon purple

Favorite food: macaroons

Favorite item/gift: macaroons and spray paint cans

Hobbies: basketball, spray paint, fixing cars, fighting, parkour, sculpting

Quill

Favorite color: pastel purple

Favorite food: corn on the cob and corn bread

Favorite item/gift: stuffed animals, card decks

Hobbies: playing his violin, arcade claw games, gacha games, card games, fantsy novels

Crow

Favorite color: silver

Favorite food: mixed nuts

Favorite item/gift: trail mixes, stationary

Hobbies: collecting cute stationary, archery, playing darts and pool. reality tv shows

Tempo

Favorite color: royal purple

Favorite food: sour gummy worms

Favorite item/gift: shiny keychains and meme tshirts

Hobbies: music in any form, song writing and composing, instruments, painting, VR games, his pet ferret

Vibrato

Favorite color: hot pink

Favorite food: strawberry cake.

Favorite item/gift: feather boas, glitter

Hobbies: singing, karaoke, being with friends, playing instruments, drink mixing, watching sparring matches

#undertale headcanons #undertale imagines

[justonemorechapternicercy]

On the fifth day of Christmas...

Day 1-2

Day 3-4

"Rise and shine, Nico~," came the irritating voice of Percy Jackson from outside of his cabin, followed by a string of knocking.

"Go'way," Nico mumbled as he pulled his blanket over his head.

"Come on, Nico, we have places to be!" Percy knocked again. The younger demigod sighed, irritated.

"No, we don't?" He shouted, not leaving his bed. Glaring at the ceiling, he attempted to tune out the irritant, but Percy didn't get bored, he continued to make a nuisance out of himself.

"What?" He asked finally, as he suddenly opened the door, hoping to knock it into Percy, but unfortunately, the older boy had good reflexes.

"Hey, sleepyhead! Dress up quickly, we have to go!"

"If it's not a quest, I don't want to hear it. I'm busy," he growled.

"Nooo," Percy whined, drawing that little word out. "I have plans with you!"

Nico's heart beat faster, but he forced himself to relax. Percy didn't mean like that. But… Percy wanted to do something. Together. That counted something, right?

"What do you want?"

"You'll see! Just dress up and take me to Vienna," Percy said mysteriously. The younger one sighed, but it was Percy Jackson asking for something - of course he did it.

The trip wasn't a long one, he could control his shadows better than a few years before. They arrived in Vienna's city center, next to Karl's Kirche. The darkness was a bit disorienting, but the Christmas lights were really pretty; they were in a Christmas market.

"Whoa," he breathed in awe.

"You like it?" Percy beamed, and he nodded. Unconsciously he rubbed his hands together as the unexpected cold hit him, and Percy seemed to realize what the problem was.

"Oh, shit, I didn't- wait. I have-" he muttered, digging something out from his pocket. "Here," he said, holding out a pair of gloves. "I had these for- well, long story. I forgot them. They should fit, hopefully."

The gloves were black, and had a cute little skull on each. It was perfect.

"Didn't know you liked skulls," he muttered, as he petted the fluffy knitted gloves.

"I just… uhh… tried to make some patterns," he said as if that explained everything.

"Wait! Did you make these?!"

"Yes."

"Well, they are nice and warm," Nico smiled.

"Good. Now, come on!" Percy beamed, grabbing Nico's hand, pulling him towards the market.

It was a lovely evening. Perfect, even. They drank mulled wine, walked under the snowflakes, ate delicious chocolate covered strawberries and brought some cute little things, like the black mug from what they drank the warm alcoholic drink.

Only when he got back to his cabin after hours spent in Vienna, then continuing to spend the rest of his day with Percy in camp, did he realize two things. One, he didn't receive a gift that day, and two, he still had Percy's messy-but-fluffy gloves in his pockets. He decided if Percy wouldn't ask them back, he would definitely not give them back. They were his now.

They were better than anything the secret santa could have left for him anyways.

Next day

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #nicercy #pjo #percico #pjoverse #pjo ficlet

[iobartach]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁    𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

COLOR.       ——       red.    orange.    yellow.    green.    blue.   purple.  pink.   black. white.   teal.    silver.    gold.   grey.   lilac.   metallic.   matte.    royal blue.   strawberry red. charcoal grey.  forest green.    apple red. navy blue.  crimson. cream.    mint green.   magenta.     pastels.    bubblegum pink.   blood red.    ivory.

ELEMENTAL.      ——        fire. ice.  water.   air.   earth.   rain.   snow.  wind.    moon.    stars.    sun.    heat.    cold.  steam.   frost.   lightning.    thunder.   sunlight.    moonlight.  dawn.    dusk.   twilight.   midnight.  sunrise.    sunset.   dewdrops.    clouds.    light.    dark. shadow.

BODY.       ——       claws.    long fingers.    fangs.   teeth. wings.    tails.    lips.  bare feet. freckles. bruises.   canine.    scars.    scratches.   ears.    wounds.    burns.    spikes.    feathers.    webs.    eyes.  hands.   sweat.    tears.   feline.    chubby.   curvy.     short.   tall.      normal height.   muscular.   slender.  trained.   piercings.  tattoos.   strong.   shape shifting.    svelte.   long hair.       short hair.   dark circles.    big.    small.   prosthetic.    experimented.    cyborg.    halos.    horns.    wolfish.

WEAPONRY.        ——       fists.   sword.    dagger.    spear.    scythe.    bow & arrow.    hammer.    shield.    poison. venom.   guns.   axes.    throwing axes.    whips.    knives.    throwing knives.   pepper sprays.    tasers.    machine guns.    slingshots.    katanas.    maces.    staffs.    wands.   powers.    magical items.    magic. rocks.   power loader.    flamethrower.    metal rod.    shotguns.    needles.

MATERIAL.        ——        gold.    silver.    platinum.   titanium.    diamonds.    pearls.   rubies. sapphires.    emeralds.    amethyst.   metal.    iron.    rust.    steel.   wood.   porcelain.   paper.   wool.    fur.    lace.    leather.    copper.   silk.    velvet. denim.     linen.   cotton.   charcoal.    clay.   stone.    asphalt.    brick.    marble.    dust.  glitter.   blood.    dirt.    mud.    smoke.    ash.   shadow.   carbonate.    rubber.   synthetics.    yarn.    slime.    ivory.

NATURE.       ——       grass.    leaves.    trees.   bark.    roses.    daisies.    tulips.    holly.   lavender.  lilies.    petals.    thorns.     sunflowers.    seeds.    hay.    sand.   rocks.   snow. ice.  roots.   flowers.    ocean.    river.    lake.    meadow.  forest.    desert.    tundra.    savanna.    rain forest.    swamp.    caves.    underwater.    coral reef.    beach.    waves.    space.    stars.   clouds.   mountains.    fungi.   cliffs.    sunlight.

ANIMALS.       ——       lions.    wolves.   black panther.    eagles.   owls.    falcons.    hawks.    swans.    snakes.    turtles.     ducks.   bugs.    roaches.    spiders.   birds.   whales.    dolphins.    fish.    sharks.    horses.   cats. dogs.    bunnies.    praying mantis.   crows.     ravens.    misc.    lizards.    frogs.    bears.    werewolves.    unicorns.    pegasus.    dinosaurs.    dragons.   felines.   foxes.  pigeons.   centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK.      ——      sugar.    salt.   water.  candy.    bubblegum.    wine.    champagne.   hard liquor.      beer.    coffee.    (iced) tea.   spices.    herbs.     apple.    orange.    lemon.   cherry.    strawberry.    watermelon. pomegranate.  vegetables.   fruits.     meat.    fish.    pies.   desserts.    chocolate.    cream.    caramel.    berries.    nuts.   cinnamon.    burgers.   burritos.    pizza.    vanilla.    cookies.

HOBBIES.       ——        music.   art.   piercing.    watercolours.    gardening.    knitting.    smithing.    sculpting.    painting.    sketching.    fighting.    fencing.    riding.    writing.    composing.   cooking.    sewing.    training.    dancing.     acting.    singing.    martial arts.    self - defense.   electronics.    technology.    cameras.   video cameras.    video games.    computer.   phone.    movies.    theater.   libraries.  books. magazines.   poetry. philosophy.  cds.    records.    vinyls.    cassettes.  piano.   violin.  fiddle .  cello.    guitar.    electronic guitar.    bass guitar.    harmonica.    synthesizers.    harp.    woodwinds.    brass.    trumpet.    flute.   drums.   bells.    playing cards.    poker chips.    chess.    dice.    motorcycle riding.    eating.   climbing.    tree climbing.    running.    vivisection.

STYLE.       ——       lingerie.    armor.    cape.    dress.    robes.   suit. tunic.    vest.    shirt.    boots.  heels.   legging.    trousers.   jeans. skirt.  shorts.    jewelry.    earrings.    necklace.    bracelet.    ring.    pendants.  hat.   goggles.   crown. circlet.    helmet.    scarf.    neck tie.   brocade.    cloaks.    corsets.    doublet.   chest plate.    gorget.    bracers.   belt.    pauldrons.    sash.   coat. jacket.   hood.   gloves.   socks.    masks.    cowls.    braces.    watches.    glasses.   sunglasses.    visor.    eye contacts.    makeup.    pantyhose.    stockings.    thigh highs.   eye patch.    collar.  no makeup.

MISC.       ——        balloons.    bubbles.   cityscape.   landscape.    light.   dark.   candles.  war.   peace. ripe. money.   power.   percussion.    clocks.   photos. mirror.   pets.    diary.   fairy lights.   madness.   sanity.   sadness.   happiness.   optimism.  pessimism.    realism.   loneliness.    anger. laughter. screams.  family.   friends. assistants.    co-workers.    enemies.  lovers. loyalty. smoking.   alcohol. stories.   drugs.  kindness.   love.

tagged by: @themckaytriarchy

tagging: anyone!

#dash games #queued

[diresang]

Valentine's Day Application for Husker

your name: Rosaline (Rosie) Bennett

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic (could be romantic but either way Rosie doesn't mind)

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Honestly, both are good options; depends on the kind of day he's having.

Ice cream or chocolate-covered strawberries?: chocolate-covered strawberries.

What's your perfect date?: Probably a stroll through the park, enjoying one another's company.

Would you cook for me?: Of course! After all, she knows not everyone enjoys flesh.

Would you let me cook for you?: She would be delighted if he cooked for her.

Can we make out?: if things end up romantically, of course. But probably not if it's platonic.

Make out in private or in public?: Whatever they're more comfortable with, she can see him being more private.

Do you like to cuddle?: Absolutely!

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Blankets.

Couch or bed?: For cuddling? Either.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Knitting/Sewing, Gardening, and pressing flowers.

Tell me something about you no one else knows: She has a button collection.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Well why not? Never hurts to spend time with an old friend.

What makes you a good Valentine?: Well, not to toot my own horn but I was quite the catch back in the day.

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦․⁺  ↳ valentines applications !

            ❝ hah ! ━ rosie, you've got much better prospects than this old cat. i'm flattered. tell ya' what though━ ❞

husk has got this grin on his face━ almost youthful, like he was back in the casinos winning every bet.

            ❝ i'll take you up on that stroll and an evening in. it's been a while but i can cook a mean steak━ and i've got the perfect wine to pair with it. how's that sound ? ❞

#unintentional rizz master #hazbinfatales #❝ i don’t care if it hurts ━ i want to have control ❠ ━━「 husker | interaction 」✦․⁺ #❝ watch out boy━ she’ll chew you up ! ❠ ━━「 husker & rosaline bennett | hazbinfatales 」✦․⁺ #read 'em and weep! full ho━... ...━tel? ━━「 hazbin hotel 」✦․⁺