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yzashaven · 12 days

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helloo, this is my first time requesting something but I have gotten obsessed with the way you write so-

I had this idea of a f!reader that is really not vocal in bed. And scaramouche absolutely GETS OFF to every little whimper and whine she makes because he doesn't hear it that often and makes an effort to hear *something* KDBDKDIEIDJD

Ok that's it, woohoo (with my luck i've already forgotten i even wrote this a day later so I'll just sign off with an M to remind myself, lmao)

𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ scaramouche x fem!reader

꒰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ꒱ nsfw themes. cunnilingus. begging (both sides). fingering. penetration. kiss/bite marks. use of "baby" n "pretty girl". just the tip but not for long. he slaps his cock on your pussy like once + slight pussyjob?! (think that's it :3)

꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ꒱ he just wants to hear your cute little moans. is there really something wrong with that?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄—this was actually drafted like... a few days ago?? i don't remember when but suddenly, now, at a random time of 4am i felt like finishing it so here u go !! might be a bit off or something cuz i did it while half awake 😭 LMAO [not proofread]

he's trying his best, he really is. all he wanted was to hear your pretty moans that tell everything he needs to know—that he's making you feel good.

scaramouche's tongue laps up your dripping arousal as his hands held your thighs apart. a soft sigh could be heard from him upon dragging a finger along your slit. that same finger soon enters your hole and finally, you let out a small moan. your voice was barely above a whisper yet he still heard it, "please moan for me, baby," scaramouche says and dips his head back down in between your legs. he plants a gentle kiss to your clit before speaking up again, "i really want to hear your pretty voice." he sounds almost... desperate.

he brings in another finger inside your pussy, curling them up at the perfect angle that he was sure would let you let out some kind of sound.

but all he got was silence.

a frown forms upon his lips but he won't give up. he leans down to suck on your clit all the while maintaining eye contact as much as possible. a deep blush appears across your cheeks, radiating heat on your skin. his hand makes it way to yours to guide it towards his head. you oblige in his obvious wishes and let your fingers tangle in the soft locks of his hair.

scaramouche pushes his fingers a bit deeper within you, in hopes that the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot ever so slightly. he wants you to be all needy for him. surely that'll get you talking, right?

after some time, he found himself already lost in the sounds of your cute whimpering whenever he thrusts his fingers inside. "...'m cumming, scara..." you quietly gasp out as he began to absolutely devour you. he's acting like he hasn't eaten in days (which he doesn't even need to do!) "cum on my tongue, baby. cum for me."

you let the waves of pleasure wash over your body and bit by bit, moans began to continuously be drawn out from you. he smiles and lets out a low groan; upon standing up, you could clearly see how hard he was as he was stroking the length of his cock. slowly working it up from the base up to the tip.

he teasingly slaps his cock against your folds, eliciting a few good whimpers from you. since he felt like teasing you further, he slides the length of his dick along your slit. the head of it entering your hole every now and then but never fully settling inside you.

"tell me you want it." he spoke in a low and sultry tone.

"i want it." you replied upon throwing the last bit of your dignity out of the window, "i want you, scara. please..." a soft smile curls up his lips. affectionate kisses on your forehead and temples as he easily slid his cock inside. every sweet little sound you let out seems to drive him a little more crazier.

scaramouche's thrusts were slow, yet deep and precise—making sure that you felt pleasure rather than any hints of pain. "fuck, scara..." the way you gasped out his name with so much need laced in your voice. he fucking loves it.

"let me hear you some more, pretty girl." he whispers in between soft kisses on your collarbone as he felt like marking you with his kiss and bite marks. the feeling of that along with the head of his dick reaching your deepest parts sent shivers throughout your body.

he's glad to know that he's making you feel good.

and now he wants to fill you up for being such a good girl, all for him.

#♡.･ signed by yza ✰°｡⋆#♡.･ dearest kuni ✰°｡⋆#♡.･ late night thoughts ✰°｡⋆#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #fem!reader

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frogchiro · 3 months

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can I request thots on hybrid coyote graves and maybe a sweet little farmer who dotes on him- she legit gives him food and scratches all the time thinking he's a dog because of how sweet he is to her- plot twist he's just being polite cuz he's in love and is ready to mate her anytime she bends over 💕 bonus points if she's totally receptive and that makes him go feral

I think you'd like my cottage core!Reader au I did a while back!! Bc it's basically what you described, just Coyote!Philip being the biggest menace to poor reader who just wants to live her quaint and calm life in her cottage surrounded by forests and rolling fields of green, but suddenly this loud, cocky coyote hybrid appeared!

He may be loud with his howls and yowls and keeping you up at night but that are just his mating calls! He wants you to know he's an eligible coyote male, very strong and virile and that he's ready to mate with you! And he has to let you know too!

But you never hold that against him, bless your heart. You can never say no to those big blue eyes and the charming, toothy smile he sends your way. He's older but very handsome in a rogue-ish, rugged way. And he's very friendly and chatty too! Swings by your cottage every day to chat with you and spending the whole day with you (sometimes the night too, unknowingly to you he sometimes sleeps in your garden) and sometimes he comes bearing gifts! They range from berries to dead birds he hunted for you to fluffy warm pelts and blankets for the harsh winters here! (You don't ask how he got the last one)

And after all his efforts you can't just not try and repay him :(( Philip wants to prove he is a great provider and can and will take care of you (and any possible pups you produce) so you make delicious jam from the berries he gathered that you later put into those cookies he loves snacking on and you use the birds he hunted and the vegetables from your garden to make rich, nutricious meals for the hybrid and he is yet to turn a single one of them down <3

As for the pelts and blankets they come in handy when a harsh winter hits and you're scrambling to put together a fire in the fireplace to warm yourself and your home and assemble what is basically a pillow fort in your bed to warm yourself....But you couldn't help but worry about Phil. You know he has his den in the woods and that the pelt on his back and chest give him some warmth but this winter is worse than any you've seen and you worry about your hybrid companion, what if he freezes to death?

You were about to dress yourself and go out looking for him to invite him but luck was on your side and the hybrid male came to you first! He had his charming smile as always as he nonchalantly asked if he could warm himself up in your cottage and despite his bravado, you could see that the man was freezing cold so you immediately pulled him inside and basically stated that he is going to be staying with you for the rest of the winter and you won't take no for an answer.

Of course Philip was elated to hear it! For him this was basically a proposal and before long you two were snuggled under the warm furs and blankets Phil gave you (not before he insistently rubbed himself on your entire bed to 'scent it thoroughly'), falling asleep blissfully except for your hot blush as you felt the hot and hard pressure between your thighs and the blonde's panting and whines :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #this got out of control very quickly😭#but I hope you will like it love<3 #hybrids au #hybrid au #cottagecore!reader #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #philip graves

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kindnessisweakness2 · 9 months

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Sitting on one of the bar stools in the clubhouse, a bag of ice resting on her hand, Emily was crimson red with embarrassment. "I'm Sorry, this is not how i expected things to go. I seriously just wanted to sign the paperwork and go." Jax smiled at her panicked expression. "Its fine Darlin'. Its his own fault for not getting the hint." Tig chose that moment to pipe up. "Did you mean it tho? About fucking every man that dont have an old lady. Cuz if you did, I'm first yeah?" Emily started to laugh and immediately Jax knew he loved the sound. "Sure, Why not!" She was glad no one was pissed at her for causing trouble. "Ignore him, he's a pervert." Jax rolled his eyes as Tig glared at him, but before anyone else could say anything the clubhouse door was slammed open. Emily watched as a young blonde woman with hardly any clothes came storming in. "Im guessing your Emily?" She questioned with all the attitude she could muster. Not even moving from the bar stool, Emily nodded at the girl. She was completely confused. She'd never laid eyes on this woman before and there was clearly an issue. "You've just broke my old mans nose! How fucking dare you!" The woman screeched. Emily's eyes widened in shock, but laughter came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Oh my god. Your the whore with the lace panties!" Turning to Jax, Emily raised both hands up and giggled. "Mystery Solved!" Turning back to the very angry blonde. "Hate to break it to you sweetie, but if your expecting prince charming you are sorely sorely mistaken. Dont expect good sex, he's shit in bed. But im guessing since your already so uptight and moody you already know that. Also You'll have to have his dinner on the table when he's home, he wont eat it but he wants it there, even just to throw it away. Dont expect gifts on your birthday or even your anniversary. Oh and Dates? No youll never get them, unless you pay the bill. 6 years i was with thats asshole and hes never brought me so much as a drink!" Emily laughed again at the shock on the womans face. "And just so you know. That amazing bike he no doubt rode you around on? I paid for it sweetie!" Emily picked her drink up from the bar and took a sip. "So good luck, your welcome to the absolute waste of a man." The woman was clearly lost for words as she stomped back out of the clubhouse without another word or a backwards glance. "Was that mean?" She asked Jax and Tig. Jax shook his head. "No, i dont think so." He smirked at her. And even in her angry scorned state she couldnt help but think how fucking sexy he was.

"JAX!" The man she now knew was called Chibs, shouted. His voice echoed through the clubhouse. Worriedly all three of them made their way outside, just in time to see a police car drive in and David Hale exit. Jax groaned in frustration. Fuck. This was the last thing the club needed. Expecially since they have 6 oil barrells in the garage, each full of a dozen unassembled AK-47'S. Stepping in front of Jax, she pulled her hair out of her messy bun, took off her button up and shifted her breasts in her bra to extenuate her cleavage."Leave it with me." She hissed at him and made her way over to the deputy swaying her hips a little more than necessary, Gemma quickly following behind her. "Hey David, Hows it going?" She spoke softly leaning against the police car. "Hey Emily. Had a call about a fight. Just came to check it out." He eye'd the club who were stood watching the scene unfold. "Yeah sorry that was my fault." Raising her bruised knuckles and pouting. "Bit of a domestic, but everything's fine now. Noah's at St Thomas if you want to take a statement. I punched him, broke his nose i think. I accept all charges. This isnt anything to do with SAMCRO. Its me you need to talk to." David looked to Gemma, "That true?" He questioned. Gemma raised her eyebrows. "You heard her." The look of frustration on David's Face made Emily want to laugh but she held it back. "Do you need a ride home? I dont think you should stay here with them. There not good people Emily." A Scowl settled on her face at his comment. "I can look after myself, Thank you David. Think Jax might take me home, ill take a harley over a cop car anyday." David went bright red at the comment. Clearing his throat, he nodded and got in his car. She blew him a kiss and a wave as he drove out of Teller Morrow. Gemma eyed the young girl as she put her bright hair back up in a messy bun. She was trouble alright. "What the fuck was that?" Gemma questioned as the rest of the club made their way over. "What? i had to help since i caused the trouble. You want him looking for an excuse to search the clubhouse. Do you think im completely stupid to the shit you guys do? David Hale has had a thing for me since the day i moved to Charming. I was using what i know to get him to fuck off. It worked didnt it?" Emily Snapped. It had been a long day and so much shit has happened she didnt have the mental capacity for another argument. "Listen Mamma Bear can i just sign this fucking paperwork? I've been here almost all day." Gemma couldnt help the smirk that settled on her face.

She liked this girl.

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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hotchocolatedoodles · 1 year

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Sleepover Talks | Ruikasa

Main Pairing: Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa

Characters: Kamishiro Rui, Tenma Tsukasa, Kusanagi Nene (mentioned), Akiyama Mizuki (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,302 words

Summary: Tsukasa and Rui are at a sleepover organized by one of their classmates. In the middle of the night, they share sweet kisses and have a talk.

Notes: This was originally a silly thought I had on a 12h car ride but ended up as a full one-shot cuz my brain kept spinning the story lol.

•☆•

"Hey, Tsukasa? Tsukasa, are you still up?"

Someone shook Tsukasa's shoulder gently. Tsukasa, who was surprisingly still awake, turned around to see Rui gazing at him.

The two have been together for about a year at that point. They were third years now and, blessed with luck, got to be in the same class as well. One of their classmates was throwing a big sleepover party, mainly for their class only, but there were also a few other students from their year. Most were already asleep, and if they weren't, then they were making out somewhere in another room.

"Hmm?" Tsukasa replied with a curious look on his face.

"Come closer," Rui whispered, patiently waiting for Tsukasa's next move.

The blonde naturally got closer. After all, how could he refuse to do as his boyfriend asks? When Tsukasa was close enough, Rui grabbed him by the collar of his sweater and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss was short but left the star baffled for a moment nonetheless.

"What was that for?" Tsukasa giggled out, a soft smile adorning his face.

"I missed my hourly does of Tsukasa, fufu~" Rui answered the question with the same lovesick expression on his face.

Tsukasa couldn't help but reach back down to kiss Rui again. He adored the feeling of their lips together. He believed they fit together like two puzzle pieces of the same set. They kept exchanging soft kisses and quiet laughter, careful not to wake their classmates up.

Tsukasa and Rui have never hid their relationship, but at the same time, they've never officially announced it to people other than their close friends. They wouldn't be surprised if some people still believed there were only platonic feelings between them. Though, it seemed unrealistic, considering how they behave at school.

As the two went on and on with kissing each other and laughing like the idiots they are, one of Tsukasa hands went up to cup Rui's cheek while the other helped him keep his balance above Rui. Both of Rui's hands were clutched on the blonde's sweater, then they slowly moved down to Tsukasa's waist.

"Don't you dare go any further down," Tsukasa threatened lightheartedly.

"I wasn't going to, my dear," Rui chuckled with his signature cat-like grin plastered on his face and pulled Tsukasa down to make him lose his balance so he was lying on top of him.

Tsukasa groaned at his boyfriend's teasing a bit too loudly.

"Shh, you don't want our secret to be revealed to the others like that, now do you?" Rui responded to Tsukasa's groan.

Really, their relationship was hardly a secret, but Rui just liked to treat it as one nonetheless. They both enjoyed these moments for themselves and didn't feel the need to show everything to the world all the time. People thought whatever they wanted anyway, so what use was there in telling them they were a couple?

"Hey, wanna go out on the balcony?" Rui asked a short while after.

"But it's cold outside..."

"You wear a sweater, though."

"And shorts??? I don't want my legs to freeze!"

"Wanna wear my sweatpants, then?"

"They're too big for me..."

"Oh, so my sweatpants are too big, but stealing my hoodies is fine?"

"That's a completely different story! And I'm not stealing them either!"

"Okay, then when was the last time you gave me one of my hoodies back?"

"Ugh, okay, let's go to the balcony..."

•☆•

Rui and Tsukasa silently stepped out on the balcony and sat down on the floor. It was a pretty cold night, just as Tsukasa said. His face immediately scrunched up after sitting down.

"Guh, it's freezing..." Tsukasa complained. Rui was quick to wrap his arms around Tsukasa's waist and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Better?" Rui asked as Tsukasa put his hands above his.

"Better," the star's cheeks were flushed with a soft shade of red.

They sat in silence for a moment. Rui's eyes were closed, breathing steadily and feeling comfort in the embrace. Rui wished they could forever stay this way. Tsukasa on the other hand gazed up to the sky, admiring the stars and feeling the warmth of his beloved director so close to him.

"Say, Rui, did you ever think we'd end up here one day? Together?" Tsukasa finally curiously asked.

Rui opened his eyes, taking time to think of a response.

"No, never," he simply answered and then continued, "I never thought I'd one day end up with the love of my life admiring the starry night sky."

Rui's words were sincere. They left Tsukasa speechless because of the way Rui said them ever so softly and genuinely. Rui took this as a chance to elaborate.

"If I'm honest, I never believed I'd fall for you, let alone end up with you together. I've heard things about you even before you chased me down on the rooftop, fufu," Rui couldn't help but chuckle at the memory, "From what I had heard, you were quite the annoying and eccentric character."

"H- hey!" Tsukasa exclaimed but was soon interrupted in his attempt to complain.

"My thoughts were quickly confirmed after we met and especially after you blamed Nene for the failure of our first show. But then..." Rui fell silent for a short moment, seemingly lost in thought, "Then you showed me your true feelings. Your gentle and caring side. Your wonderful personality that was hidden for a while."

Silence.

"And then our feelings turned into something beautiful that has brought us here."

Both were blushing.

Rui tightened his grip on Tsukasa's waist.

"You are the first person that has ever made me feel truly happy with myself," Rui's voice was barely above a whisper.

"But... What about Nene and Mizuki?" Tsukasa finally spoke up again and asked.

"Well, I cherish them both of course. Nene was with me since we were children. I appreciate her a lot for sticking with me for so long. I don't know if I would've been able to handle myself for so long."

A short pause.

"But I've always seen her more as a little sister of some sort. We're neighbors, after all. I was never comfortable with myself despite her efforts."

"Mizuki was with me through the lowest point in my life. We felt both miserable in middle school... Neither of us had a place where we belonged to or where we felt comfortable until we met on the rooftop. We couldn't help each other but at least we could share our loneliness and ease the pain."

While Rui was holding his monolog, Tsukasa was listening carefully to every single word he spoke and was drawing circles on the back of Rui's hands.

"But when I met you, and came to learn more about you, I found a place to feel safe and to be myself. That made me incredibly happy. I finally felt understood by someone. By someone who shared the same passion, the same love. I felt loved by you."

When Rui finished, Tsukasa almost immediately turned to pull his director into a tight hug. Rui was surprised at first but soon reciprocated the hug. They sat in silence once again. No words were needed for them to understand each other's feelings right at that moment.

Then Tsukasa spoke up.

"I am so happy to hear that, Rui," His voice was a little shaky and he could feel his eyes almost tearing up, "I am so damn happy."

"Haha, you sound like you're about to cry, but... I am happier than ever right now," Rui's voice was just as shaky as Tsukasa's before.

"Pff, I love you, you idiot," Tsukasa whispered ever so lovingly.

Rui whispered back, with the softest and most loving tone,

"Fufu, I love you too, my star."

#ruikasa #rui x tsukasa #kamishiro rui #rui kamishiro #tenma tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #project sekai #prsk bl #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #hugs #idk what else to tag i still struggle with taggin my writing

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blackrabbit111 · 2 months

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~Twst android au, prequel draft~

"You are the sole heir to the worlds top tec company that makes everything from military weapons to remotes. Raised alone by your grandfather, you've found yourself alone since his passing and are struggling to find someone to turn too.

On a whim you go looking for one of his crack pot inventions in one of his old factory's. Only to find more then you were looking for"

An au fic I wrote months ago but never shared cuz insecure, But I'm down so I say heck to it 👍

Feed back and critic is appreciated especially on grammar😅Not sure how much I'll keep or if I will even make more but I might as well share what I've already made

The sound of a switch echoed as the warehouse lights shot on in uniform order one by one until the massive hanger sized warehouse was lit up.

The walls and roof were vast and the rows upon rows of shelves were endless, each filled with who knows what? All different types of machinery, a tec nerd might see this as some gold mine full of decades worth of technology going back nearly fifty years according to your newly bequeathed assistant.

You hadn’t even changed clothes yet. You were still in these uncomfortable shoes, these stuffy black clothes that were far too warm to wear indoors, even your hair had been newly styled at your “guardians” request.

You don’t even remember most of the day ... just stepping into the car.

“Master Yuu?” Your assistant’s voice tore you from your mindlessness, you hadn’t even noticed they’d stopped. You’d just kept walking down the isle of discarded tec.

“O-oh? Sorry Mira, and please don’t call me that” You asked, your voice quite as always. You hated having to force a smile but manners like other things had been drilled into as a child, so you had no choice.

“Of course, sorry” She gave you a sympathetic smile, one of the few you’d had despite the circumstance. With your years forcing smiles you had grown to recognize when someone else was faking it too.

Mira was genuine at least “Are you sure you're up to this? We can wait a few more days?”

You appreciated the thought, but your hand was going numb from signing forms. The owners of such documents, the sources of most of those forced smiles, they knew better than to be honest about what they wanted. Or else risk upsetting you and with the power you now had none of them could afford such a thing, for some literally.

You shook your head no “I’m fine, just tierd. This is the third warehouse we’ve checked after all”

Might as well of been the one hundred with the size of these things?! Your college campus was half the size of the last one

“Could you go check with the site manager and see if they had any luck tracking it down? I’d like to keep looking around on my own”

She nodded, lingering a bit before turning back to leave the way you both came her footsteps faded to echo’s and suddenly you were alone.

The shelves were daunting like this, shaded over from the different levels framed the discarded bot shells in a creepy way. Yet that wasn’t what was on your mind.

Not much … had been on your mind lately …

Everything had felt- fuzzy?

You were never the greatest at showing your feelings, you’d certainly been teased enough because of it growing up.

It was easier to just make friends. (literally)

Rustling through your pocket you pulled out an old worn leather-bound book. Its pagers were flakier than the old coot that had left it for you. Sticky notes and faded pages stuck out and fell lose as you flipped back through its ancient pages.

Sketches, notes and old diagrams were all etched into it. Most had been released, just one of his many sketch books you’d had the ‘joy’ of flipping through.

But there was one page that had caught your interest,

“Project Wonderland” God he sucked at naming things.

Among the faded doodles these few seemed the oldest, added in safter the pages had already been filled? Even Mira didn’t know what it was, and she seemed to have known more about his company than he had. She knew him more than you had...

“Project Wonderland, Log #037.

So far, all prototypes for model “Heart” have remained lacking, subject Ace ________ ____hap ___ _______ ___ ___ ___ ___ ____ ___________________ ________Riddle remains____ __________ ,strict rules_ _________. Further_______ ______ ______”

The rest was too faded.

Most of the scribbles summed up that amount. Even the more salvageable ones left too many holes to piece together anything that made sense?

You groaned trying to make sense of it all. This was just a way to get away from all the work you still had to do, Mira’s suggestion, if not you’d probably still be sat behind that oversized desk, in that oversized chair signing the endless rotation of papers brought by your newly acquired legal department.

Attending the by hourly meetings on new bot colors, branding and all the other topics you didn’t understand. That didn’t stop the bombarding you with requests and asking your opinions … more demanding...

Day in day out,

Right up until-

-Nya! Lunch time! -

You were again torn from your invasive thoughts, the pitchy voice crying out from your pocket.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

Pulling the device from your pocket its screeching only seemed to get louder-

-Nya! Lunch time! -

Small, grey with a bright blue screen. Its body, an old tomogachi toy you had as a kid, now turned into a travel sized version of an ai interface. Your first attempt, robots were child's play to you. At the age of ten you were making drones on par with your grandfathers. You could code before you could spell your own name, which made passing online tests a breeze.

Ai was different, specifically intelligent ones.

Nowadays it was rarer to see a machine that didn’t have some type of interface built in, even kid’s toys could remind the child to brush their teeth. But the ones used for androids, the ones running shop tills and driving buses.

Those were harder for you.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

“ALRIGHT! Sheesh....”

Generated, Response, intelligence, Model #008. Or Grim for short, you were still working out the kinks. Somehow it had begun to prioritize meal notifications, despite it being near 6pm it kept on screaming for lunch until you clicked off its alarm.

It’s been nearly 2 weeks since you’d last had a free moment to look at the code, which meant round the clock alerts at random.

You let out an audible groan “Maybe this really is a waste of time? ….....”

You stared at the old, tattered book in your hands. His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material

“......”

How were you supposed to feel? You didn’t know?

You never knew, so when you could you’d just avoid it. Avoid feeling much of anything?

Hence the names the other kids called you.

“Freak-droid”, “Robot”, “dumb as a bot” .... it wasn’t your fault; you just weren’t good at being like them. You eventually learned to pretend, to force a smile or a chuckle when needed.

It was better anyway; the robots were better.

More time to hone your skills, why make friends when you can build them? That’s what you told yourself.

Alone at school, alone at home...

Nothing had changed … those two weeks ago..

You were still eating alone,

Still spending the evenings alone,

Still walking through those empty halls alone....

He was your only family, yet you were lucky if you saw him twice in one week. Either locked in his lab or at the office. He was never there. He was just, not with you, not beside you.

You’ve always been alone, so why-

“......”

Why now … did you feel so-

“......”

His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material

You looked back at the books cover, His name still engraved in white tread across the wine-red material...

He was gone now...

You were now … alone...

“......”

It was quiet here....

“Project ...wonderland?” you mumbled out loud. You don’t know why, but you began giggling.

This was so unlike you, wandering around aimlessly. After this crazy idea that- that this MYSTERIOUS project could somehow be for you! Could somehow help you explain how to do a job you didn’t want or how you were supposed to feel or how to make this STUPID AI tell you about something other than LUNCH!!!

“......”

It was stupid of you … to think that...

“......”

You sniffled, having to dry your eyes before anything came out. You shook your head trying to think straight.

It had been a good distraction, but it wasn’t important. You could get some intern to find it for you, you had those now apparently and they seemed despite. They nearly decked each other the first time you met after asking for a drink.

Give extra credit to whichever one found it~

Perfect! You took another sharp inhale and turned to leave, ready to head back to the office. No doubt there would be a whole new stack of papers there to greet you when you arrive.

Only to crash face first.

Stumbling back, you looked up confused, there wasn’t anything behind you a moment ago-

What you saw made you jump.

He was tall, like REALLY tall. The dim light in of the war house casting his dark slender form in a shadow simply from looking down at you, his raven hair falling over his broad shoulders, his chiseled features pale as a ghost yet sharp and defined.

He looked almost ethereal, if not for his eyes...

They cut through the shadow that painted his form as if they glowed like screens in the dark.

A piercing green that seemed to dance through the many shades, cut through by the black slit of his pupils.

You were speechless, almost afraid to move in case he might pounce. A green grew on his face, as if your nerves amused him.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was deep, smooth, yet his tone was gentle? You were able to relax a little more but were still wary. Why was he here? Had he been following you?!

“What do you want?” You ask bluntly, your voice is flat, yet he only seems to grin more at it letting out a small chuckle.

“You were looking for something weren’t you? It’s a big facility, so I thought you could use some help”

“How did you-?!”

“Your assistant went back to speak the site manager; I noticed you weren’t with her, I’m sorry if I'm interrupting you” His appearance was still daunting, but he seemed genuine enough? You assumed he must work here.

“O-oh? No, it’s alright, thank you. I was just heading back anyway”

His head tilts “No luck then?”

You shock your head “Something like that” Your forced smile grew back, deciding to be pleasant instead “I have better things to be doing is all, could you point me towards the exit?”

A hand lifts to his chin as he lets out a hum in thought.

“I believe I know a short cut? You took a rather unorthodox route here from what I could tell” He beamed again raising one hand to his chest while extending the other to guide the way, his sleek yet dark appearance, butler like movements plus his kind smile brought to mind a certain show you’d watched a few years ago?

You thanked him, walking past him down the isles weaving left or right with his direction.

He walked a few steps behind you simply directing you as a turn came up, otherwise you were both silent.

The route was bizarre? Weaving in and out like an ally cat over a neighborhood's walls or roof tops, a fair comparison with his dark hair and and bright eye color, all in all you felt more lost than anything?

Did he really know the way? His assuring nature just made him feel like he knew what he was talking about?

“Sorry, but are you sure-?” Concerned, you turned to ask him about where he was taking you only to find more empty isles of shelves. This tall dark stranger had vanished, you looked around thinking you might have just gotten ahead of him? But he was nowhere to be seen...

You cursed under your breath....

He had ditched you, you felt stupid for not too of seen this coming. After your little “Episode” you’d been so frustrated to get out you didn’t even think about it. At least he’d only gotten you lost, given your new net worth MUCH worse could have happened.

You let out another sigh, you were really done with this.

You began to dig around in your pocket for your phone, deciding to just call Mira and the staff to come find you.

As you pulled it out your annoying- you're in need of updating Tamagotchi toy tumbled out with it.

You groaned again, just one more thing gone wrong.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

It had slid under one of the shelving units, peering underneath you could just see it on the other side. The lights were out on that side, so it was a little hard to tell?

After failing to swat at it you relented to having to try squeeze between the gaps of the two units, it was tight and the creaking noises it made as you nudged it made you nervous-

-Nya! Lunch time! -

But you knew it wouldn’t stop sending alerts if you didn’t get it...

So, between the metal frames it was~!

Squeezing your way through, you just managed to make it without knocking much off, you finally reach this annoying pest of a program.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

-Nya! Lu-

And off it goes....

You’re about to plop your ‘pet’ back in your pocket when a light catches your eye?

A low flash of red was glowing from the corner pile.

This space was narrow, a small corner tucked away behind the shelves you hadn’t been able to see with the lack of lighting and old parts blocking your view from the isle.

Walled in by the units and the warehouse walls, meaning you could just barely squeeze in.

Stumbling a bit, you saw the source of the low red light.

Two sleek metal crates, each taller yourself, were stacked against the wall tucked away between bits of cardboard. Each one looked huge black versions of those fancy box's phones come in, the red light shining from beneath its seal?

Both metal caskets had gold engraving carved into their surfaces, some type of registration number and a symbol?

“A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥?” each read with a golden heart displayed above?

It took a moment to click before you were again digging through your back pocket for the withered remains of a notebook, he’d left you.

-Model Heart-

“Project … wonderland?” you mumbled aloud now looking at these caskets like they were some mythical creatures that had hopped out from a children's story.

Digging through the faded pages had already been difficult, now near impossible with only the glow of these things to see. You scanned it for anything that still counted as language that mentioned these things?

Finally, a passage mostly filled with flawed calculations caught your eye

“___ ________ ____ sleep mode while ins____,

_____ _______________ _______urther funds ____ ______ coffins develop___”

“____subject Silv____ ___ _______ ________ more time in sleep_____.

_______ _____ bug reports t_ ___________ later.”

The rest is more faded calculations.

The texts were mostly useless, it was the sketches that caught your eye.

Like most of this leather-bound pile of dust the sketches were rough, looking to be more concepts rather than any type of blueprints? They mentioned some type of access panel on the front, molded to match one of the seven symbols outlined in more detail earlier in the notes.

It was easy to assume it was that gold heart etched into the metal caskets casing.

You didn’t really think, more just acted.

Reaching out, you laced your palm over the etching of a golden heart.

Nothing happened, at first, but suddenly the gold coloring was painted over by that same crimson red from under the seal. The etching became filled in causing you to flinch and pull your hand back, as if it had sent some type of signal to its twin, the other caskets matching heart also lit up now an almost blinding light.

“Palm scan complete~

Connection established” An obnoxiously cheery voice sang

“Running security check,

Running diagnostics check,

Running personal check” It read off line after line, running upload bars through one after the other. Most of the more complicated one’s were lost on you and your limited knowledge of software; it was much easier for you to follow the hardware terminology meaning at the very least you could piece together it was running checks on some type of high moveability machine?

“All preparation checks complete for model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥.

How gracious~

Beginning reupload of data files of model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥” It had all loaded pretty quickly until now, each screen uploading in seconds, but now-

“Loading-

Loading-

-ERROR-

Unable to recover crucial data, beginning recovery measures-

-ERROR-

-ERROR-” Both screens began to flash with alerts, as if the system’s attempts to recover whatever it couldn’t was somehow causing the other files to corrupt. You were by no means an expert, but you knew if you didn’t act soon the whole system would be unsalvageable

“-ERROR-

-ERROR-

-ERROR-” still panicked, you put your hand back to the screen swiping away as many of the alerts as you could to try and get at the recovery icon.

“-ERROR-

-ERROR-”

The alerts were popping up faster than you could close them, with little other choice you did the only thing you could think of in this panicked moment

“Cancel recovery measures! Proceed with upload as is!” You yelled hoping for some type of response, and just as you did the corrupting screens froze, the loading bar froze, the whole screen froze …. before another loading bar popped up.

Slowly it filled, there was a brief pause before-

“Upload complete~

All systems ready, deactivating sleep mode for models A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥”

A relived sigh escaped you, the screen shut off before the crimson glow faded as both seals jutted forward a white cloud of steam blowing out as the casket undid its releases.

The doors slid open, tucking their lids around each of their left sides.

The cloud died down finally letting you see inside, having the squint at first you thought at first you were mistaken. But now you were certain, two figures stood within.

One with boyish features, red spikey hair and a heart shape painted over one eye.

The other slightly taller, features sharper with flat raven hair and a spade shape painted to match their opposite.

Wide eyed, you didn’t notice you held a breath once they stepped forward. You tried to speak, ask them questions like if they were okay or why they were in there? Only for it to come out as mumbles once their eyes both shot open in synch. That same pixelated crimson flashing over their eyes only to fade again replaced by their respective red and blue iris’s.

The red one blinked, you held your breath again...

The blue one held its head staggering a bit before both their sights landed on you.

….....

…....

You all stood their starring for a moment; afraid moving might activate some attack mode or-

“Excuse me but-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH?!!?”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst au #android au #twst android #twst android su #mallues draconia #twst grim #twst duece #duece spade #twst ace #ace trappola #first attempt seeing if any intersted #wrote this months ago

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madwomansapologist · 9 months

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mad woman's apologist birthday — ice cream prompts

on August 11th, the account that defends indefensible characters turns one year old! our baby is growing up! i could never imagine that I would like so much to share my writing and my love here in this hellsite. i can't believe this is happening.

someone that was really kind to me on the beginning of this journey was @witchthewriter. she's such a amazing writer, knows more about astrology than anyone alive, and it's a must-follow here on tumblr. @suakemi was one the first to share their opinions about my writing to me, and was always a pleasure to interact with. @wordbunch aka @shirebarbie you know that i love ya. ana you're so great, so kind, such a good person. our themes are matching!!!

@angel-lopes2000 and her love for Carrie left a mark on me. and @thatdummy-girl understand what i feel (and i do feel a lot) about Gomez and Morticia aka Couple Goals aka Bisexual Chaotic Duo. @morpheusbaby3 im always reading whatever you reblog about Morpheus. you have such a good taste. @flowercrowns-goodvibes was the person that finally made me write for b99 and i am so grateful cuz i was procrastinating it for soo long. and there's @tigereyesf. thank you babe, you're one of the reasons why i keep on writing autumn thunderstorm.

and to celebrate that milestone, I'm kicking off the anniversary event that will last from today until August 31st! let's celebrate (and wish me good luck)! all you have to do is to send me a ask with one of the prompts below + whoever character you want from any fandom that pops up on that list.

mint chip — how did they court their lover?

vanilla bean — what is there favourite activity to do with their lover?

cookies and cream — are they protective of their lover?

dulce de leche — "would you still love me if I was a worm?"

raspberry — how they treat their sick lover and vice versa?

pistachio — what are their kinks? are they shy about them?

peach — at what point did they understood that their lover was the one?

cherry — do they get jealous of their lover easily? do they show it?

peppermint — how would they comfort their lover after a bad time?

bubblegum — how would they propose to their lover?

cookie dough — are they vulnerable with their lover? do they need time to be really open about their lives?

caramel pecan — would they make amends quickly after a fight?

neapolitan — what song can describe them as lovers?

rocky road — which soulmate!au would be perfect for them?

passion fruit — what are their love languages?

coffee — what are their romantic tropes?

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#madwomansapologist #mwa birthday #ice cream prompts #writing prompt #fic prompt #prompt list

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years

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Pink ribbon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Ballerina!Reader.

Word count: 672 words.

Summary: Steve never imagined that at a ballet performance he would meet the love of his life.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry to @alwayssunnyinedensgate‘s Millenium Melodies Challenge:

“Take this pink ribbon off my eyes.”

@saiyanprincessswanie

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Steve had seen the ad several times, his mother told him a lot about ballet, maybe he should go, in his childhood, they could never buy tickets to any of the performances, barely and they had enough money to buy the medicines he needed. Surely his mother would have liked to see it, even if it was only one.

Steve bought the ticket for Swan Lake, chose one of the best places, or so the box office had said, that from there he would see the show in all its splendor.

Since you were a child, you had liked ballet, so much so that you went to classes, and you had finally achieved the leading role for the first time in your life. That night would be your debut, you were happy to see that you finally achieved what you had worked so hard for.

You adjusted your shoes, you kept the pink ribbon in a safe place, you always wore it with you because it was your good luck charm, in less than ten minutes the function would begin, in less than ten minutes your life would change forever.

Steve settled into his seat the moment the lights went out in the theatre, the feeling was a bit strange, it was a combination of the old with the modern, suddenly his gaze was fixed on you.

From that moment, once a week I went to your functions, after four months, there was a dynamic so that some people could go behind the scenes and live with the cast of the play. Steve was one of the lucky ones.

As soon as he saw you more closely, he was captivated, although he had liked how you looked on stage, in person and living together he fell in love.

Just at the last moment, when he decided to ask you out, maybe you could fall in love with him. Perhaps I could lead a normal life at this time. He walked towards you, he looked very determined, but internally he was dying of nerves, you looked at him when he stopped in front of you.

"I'm your fan, I'd like to invite you for a cup of coffee, my name is...

"You're Steve Rogers, tomorrow is my day off, I see you at the station at eleven in the morning, don't be late," you interrupted him with a big smile.

6 months later

The two-month tour had been a success, even if Steve couldn't accompany you on his missions, you knew he would be waiting for you when he came back.

Sure enough, Steve was waiting for you at the airport to meet you, you took the bouquet he took you, and kissed him.

"I prepared something very special," Steve whispered in your ear as you hugged him.

"Is it what I think it is?" you asked with a rogue tone. He nodded, and you smiled, you knew that the time they were apart would be forgotten in the next few hours, as they would be too busy proving their love.

In the car, he covered your eyes with your pink ribbon, you assumed he wanted to experience new things, and you were willing to do anything with him.

After almost an hour, he had finally arrived at the place, he helped you get out of the vehicle, you still had your eyes covered, they walked a little, and he was guiding you.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes," you said, you couldn't keep waiting. Steve? "You had not received an answer, although you knew that he would not be able to leave you in that place, so you took it off, when you saw Steve, you were speechless, you had never imagined it, he was in front of you, kneeling, you immediately saw the box with the ring.

"Will you marry me?" he asked you.

You put a hand to your mouth in surprise and nodded to accept his proposal. You were the only one who made him happy.

#millenium melodies challenge #milleniummelodieschallenge #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ballerina!reader

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lake-archive · 6 months

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Track 8

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Three CATZ In The Bag

Characters: Eli (by @watersofcamelot), Ole (OC), Ann Wolff (OC),

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There was no doubt about it, Ann had to come out with this. Luck was not on their side. Honestly, they did not want to bother anyone with this so they hoped to keep up a facade. Plus, Eli had to be busy with his own stuff. So they would have honestly preferred to keep shut about it. However, he was getting on their case now and there was no way to talk themself out of this. He had witnessed it, even jumped in to help… Much to their surprise.

Though they had debated if they should have told the truth or not when he had said: “C’mon, what are you hiding? There’s gotta be a reason for this nonsense.”, even looking down to Ole who had been tapping away from his hiding spot. This one only looked back at them for a short moment before nodding, as if agreeing. He knew what was going on most likely and there had been no other choice.

“Hah… Fine. I guess I can’t hide this from you after all.” They gave in. He had a right to know after all, especially now. “Listen… My Mom didn’t just kick me out because of me not being a woman. In fact, that wasn’t even the last straw.”

“Then why did she—”

“Hah… You heard it. I’m a traitor. I got kicked out of the Chouhku and therefore the Party Of Words.” They interrupted, trying to remain calm. The silence shortly after was almost unbearable yet Eli was not looking exactly shocked at them, not really. Maybe a little but he managed to continue shortly after.

“Why? ‘cuz of gender?”

“No, nothing like that. I just wasn’t doing my job, lets say that.”

“Wow, so you got fired? Way to go. Why not leave yourself?”

“If I knew that it would have not made a difference for my Mom, I would have!” They responded, a little bit louder yet taking a deep breath shortly after, calming down. “Well, that and… I don’t exactly agree with what’s going on.”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Ugh, you know… Tohoten’s been preaching the no violence nonsense but you really think the party’s any better?”

“No. Politicians are all corrupted asses.”

“Ah— W… Well…”

“Don’t argue with me on this Sis.”

“R… Right. Anyway, they are ready to use any means necessary to get their way. Brainwashing, sabotage, manipulation – Anything really. I’d rather burn in hell than support something like that. And that’s just scratching the surface.”

“Hah, sounds like you a’right.” Eli let out a chuckle, grinning a little before glancing at Ole for a moment. “And this old man asked me to join your cause, didn’t he?”

“I… Well…”

The cat nodded however, ears even wagging and tail swaying.

“I think that’s a yes.”

“Wanting to play vigilante… Never thought I’d see the day. Assumed you’re the type to follow the rules.” Eli somewhat joked as he looked right back at Ann, shrugging. “Anyway, that while having them on your ass… Sure, I’ll join.”

Out of nowhere he had just suggested this, something they did not expect. And yet he said is so nonchalantly… After the trouble at his own home when seeing his Hypnosis Mic again… Or they assumed it was. It was most likely his. “Hah!? But earlier—”

“So? You gave me a good reason. Can’t do it on your own, can you? Or you’re dead meat.”

“I won’t argue with that… But why—”

“Listen, I wanna help you.” He interrupted quickly, a little sharply even. “Didn’t plan on returning at all but you two gave me a good reason. ‘sides, you’re different from them.”

“Them?”

“Yeah, them. And the old man’s pretty determined too it seems, given he went out of his way and all.”

A quick nod from the cat in question.

“Someone’s gotta help.”

“D… Don’t force yourself! Going against the Chouhku in any way is–” Ann was about to remind him and yet he didn’t want to hear any of it.

“So? ‘sides, I bet I’m on their hit list too. Been causing problems and now I helped the ‘traitor’. Got no chance but to fight like you. We’re all in the same boat here.”

That point… It was hard to admit but that was fair. Not just they were a target, there was a chance for Eli as well. And Ole… He shouldn’t even be here but Ann took him with themself when he needed it the most. So technically… All three of them…

“Alright, fine. But… If you wanna back out—”

“Not gonna, too bad. We’re all stuck now.”

And that was that, an agreement between the three of them… Causing problems for the Chouhku while finding a way to stop them! Or at least weaken them… After all, it was just the three at the moment. But that could change anytime soon…

“Hey Sis, what’s the group name anyway?”

“CATZ. Ole pushed for it.”

“He did? Damn, I’ve still underestimated him. This old geezer’s got more going for him.”

“You are still surprised?”

“Hey, he’s a cat! What do you think!? Cut me some slack!”

“Fine fine~ Oh, by the way, can you style hair? Or cut it?”

“No. Why?”

“I gotta get rid of that length. It’s in the way and a pain to take care of!”

“You’ve just noticed that?”

“I always knew. But Mom wouldn’t let me cut it short.”

“Well, you need more than a haircut. That’s all I know.”

“Hu– Right, clothes… D… Do I have to go clothes shopping too?”

“My stuff wouldn’t fit you, so yes.”

“But wide stuff–”

“You’d drown in my clothes, trust me. We are going tomorrow.”

“Hah!? Alrea— You know? The sooner the better.”

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #original male character #male original character #original character #non binary oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypmic

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sjweminem · 2 months

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Ok you're the only person I trust to answer this wisely and respectfully lmao- what recommendations/general advice would you give someone who's JUST foraying into sex toys for the first time? I don't know where to begin...

AH YES MY AREA OF EXPERTISE 🙋‍♂️ i can help you out a lot..

so i bought my first legit v*brators like....almost 16 years ago? so i've....evolved a lot in that area, but my first two i would still recommend, and actually still use those models today, even with all my fancier Professional gear. this was my starting point:

i've never had much luck with bullet v*brators, they're not strong enough, but the sensuelle bullet, as tiny as it is, packs a PUNCH!! fun story, one time my mom and i went into a sex shop in provincetown (bc that's just kind of what you do in provincetown) and asked ME for a recommendation cuz she had no idea what to look for and i pointed her in the direction of that one 😭

the butterfly rabbit one is also very powerful if you want it to be, and the size is good for beginners imo, and hey even i still enjoy using it despite my........VERY sizable..Toys.

last but not least is another one of the few bullets i've ever liked, and it's a good one if you want something a little bit larger than the first one (which is wicked little)

i'd steer clear of the hitachi magic wand and basically any other wand that has a cord for now, as those are EXTREMELY powerful, and obviously pay attention to size if you opt for anything penetrative.

costs obviously vary depending on where you buy from, and from personal experience the best, most budget-friendly places to do so are from irl stores. i bought my first ones from spencer's gifts at the mall lmaoooo but i don't even know if those shops still exist, as that was back in like 2008 so..online might be the best bet, unfortunately

anyway i hope this helps, feel free to come back with any other questions you may have! good luck!

#anonymous #correspondence

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ninapi · 10 months

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Save me (Kageyama Version)

Premise: Friendship is a fragile thing. Keeping you safe was his priority for the longest time, but overcoming hardships along someone you hold dear form irreplaceable, indestructible bonds, and a childhood friend can easily become the love of your life; or so that was for Kageyama Tobio.

Word Count: 2238

Chapter 4: My girlfriend

Days were now warmer; summer was finally welcomed by everyone with their arms open.

Kageyama let you know when he arrived home but that was it. Not even a text after that, it was certainly infuriating.

He thought about it thought, he wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t come up with something worth your time. He’s never had a girlfriend before, just then was his very first kiss, even if it lasted for half an hour, was still his first one. He didn’t know how to handle things, specially not when they were related to anything close to feelings.

He was on his way to school when Hinata caught up to him fairly quick, “Oi bakayama, why are your lips so swollen?”

“Why are you looking at my lips, you freak.” to be fair, they weren’t that much, just slightly plumper than normal and a bit red from the exertion.

“Just cuz. You either got slapped by your mother or spent last night kissing a bee. Both sound amusing enough to start the day.” Kageyama’s ears went bright red at the mention of kissing being the reason behind it, it wasn’t a bee of course, but he hit it right where it hurts.

“Oh my god, am I actually, right? Did your mom get angry at you for getting home late last night?"

“No, no, you’re not right, dumbass. Maybe is something I ate, could be allergies.” he really didn’t want to discuss this with Hinata out of all possible options, is not like he could be of any use.

“Yeah right. I think mommy slapped your salty ass. Go Kageyama mama! She’s my hero now.” Should be ilegal to be this annoying so early in the morning, but he did his best to keep his mouth shut and just go on with his day.

On your side though, things were gloomy.

Why was he not saying anything else? He didn’t even reply to your good night sticker, and he read the message. Was he angry? Was he regretting your nightly rendezvous? It’s true, you never really talked about having feelings for the other, heck, you didn’t even know you had feelings for him until the night before, maybe he got freaked out by having his best friend kiss him back when he was just trying to distract Oikawa, you couldn’t even call that a simple kiss that was a full blown makeout session, it’d be normal for him to freak out he’s younger and clearly inexperienced.

You had to be the bigger person, so you tried your luck with a good morning message, which he did read, but didn’t reply to.

It was driving you insane.

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Going out on your own was still taxing, specially now that Oikawa knew where you were, but you just couldn’t take it anymore you had to talk to him. So, you called yourself a cab and headed to Karasuno right after school ended. It was a bit extreme, and you knew that, but you know Tobio, he can truly be a pain when he wants to.

As soon as you got out of the cab you saw one of his teammates, he was hard to miss being so tall and all. “Excuse me, we met yesterday I don’t know if you remember me Tsukishima-san.” he looked down at you unamused, raising a questioning eyebrow at you who disturbed his peaceful snack time, “Kageyama’s girlfriend, yes. Do you need something?”

“Do you know where Tobio is by any chance? I can’t really go in without authorization and he isn’t picking up his phone.” It wasn’t completely a lie, you did send multiple messages which he didn’t reply to, that counts as not picking up the phone, at least to your standards.

“Yeah, he’s probably already in the gym.” letting out an exaggerated sigh, he trashed the remaining bite sized cake he held in his hand in annoyance. “I should head there about now anyways, wait here, I’ll tell him where you are.” Knowing he had to cut his break short because of you made you feel bad, he isn’t even involved in all this, but you were grateful to find a familiar face in the growing crowd of unfamiliar ones.

Tsukishima hated drama with all his soul.

He saw Kageyama spacing out all day, didn’t even want to drink milk. But even then he still didn’t think anything about it, now that he saw your uneasy looking self though, he was definitely sure it had to do with you, and he wanted to know nothing of it.

“Kageyama, your girlfriend is looking for you outside.” his world came crashing down on him with just a single line, the ball he was supposed to hit ended up on the floor, abandoned. He wasn’t expecting you to come look for him this quickly, he needed more time to process everything that went down the day before, more urgently, he needed to practice, nationals were approaching fast.

Without acknowledging Tsukishima, he just walked outside the gym, leaving the rest of the team confused with his reaction. He’s never sacrificed volleyball time for anything, not even for food, you were very much important to him that much was clear to the guys.

Quickly making his way to the school entrance, he spotted you in no time, “(Y/N), is something wrong?” he was honestly worried, having Oikawa knowing where you were could bring potential troubles and he knew this, but he thought it would take longer for him to come around again.

“N-no, not really. I just wanted to talk to you, and it seemed like you were avoiding me…Is it because of what happened last night?” you knew it was, what else would he be fuzzing over if it wasn’t that. He would always at least send a thumbs up in acknowledgement when he didn’t want to talk, but this time he didn’t even do that.

He walked with you to sit on the sidewalk, sighing in the process, “I didn’t do it on purpose, just didn’t know what to say.” you could see the frustration building up inside of him, he had bags under his eyes and his scowl felt somehow deeper than usual.

“Does it bother you? Us kissing.” your voice was nothing but a soft squeak. You didn’t want to even think about it but loosing him was your worst nightmare.

“No. I just don’t know how to feel about it. I thought you saw me as just a friend.” his choice of words was interesting, he wasn’t denying having feelings for you in the slightest, he was just very much confused, there were too many things he didn’t fully understand.

“I thought I did too. But if you think about it makes sense, you’re the only one who’s been my side since the beginning, you know everything about me and stay with me regardless. You’re the only person I can fully trust, the one I feel more comfortable with, it doesn’t help how cute you are. It just took some time I guess, I needed time away from him to appreciate what we had.” you poked the side of his cheek in a teasing manner, getting his ears bright red.

“I’m anything but cute.”

“Ok hot then.” that did it, something snapped in him, years of frustration bubbling up in his chest.

“Don’t play with people, this is serious. You know what happens if we cross that line right? No more friendship, no more protective friend to call. Everything would end and there’s no come back from it.” That’s what always bothered him. Girlfriends come and go but a true friend is a rare find, he didn’t want to waste it all if you weren’t sure of what you wanted.

“Why are you assuming everything would end? It hasn’t even started, Tobio.”

“Oh it has (Y/N), for me it started ages ago. I don’t want to lose you again, what if it doesn’t work? What if you realize you don’t really like me as anything but a friend and things get awkward? What if Oikawa finds out and makes your life a living hell again?” they were all valid points, but the only one that really bothered you was the last one.

“I like you as more than a friend, Tobio. I can guarantee you that much. All I could think about all day were your lips and how much I wanted you to kiss me again.” the adrenaline in his blood was causing somersaults within him, he didn’t even care he was in front of his school in broad daylight and a teacher could see him and his naughty nature shine, he just needed to kiss you, right now. He grabbed you gently by your shoulders, pressing his lips harshly against yours, almost desperately, showing how he’s been thinking of the same since he left your side.

“Glad to see you’ve been thinking about mine too.” you mumbled in between little pecks and chuckles, not wanting to leave his lips anytime soon.

“Shut up. What about Oikawa?” that was the real question. How to deal with him, how to make him understand that it was over and you weren’t coming back to him without summoning an apocalyptic mess.

“I know I need to figure something out to get him out of my life completely, but he has nothing to do with this, Tobio. He’s not my boyfriend anymore, hasn’t been for a good while now. Is not like we need his permission or something. Do you….like me….?”

His forehead was now pressed against your own, his eyes looking down at your joint hands, “Yeah…ever since we started hanging out actually.” you had your suspicions but never thought he would admit to it this easily.

“Then, what do you want to do about it? We can be together now, I won’t let anyone get in the way. But if you don’t want to-“ his lips crashed against yours once more not letting you finish your sentence. This was all he wanted to hear for the longest time, he wouldn’t let you ruin it. “Don’t tell me later I didn’t warn you if you end up hating me and losing your best friend over something stupid like the toilet’s lid.” this made you laugh against his lips, kissing them once more before finally letting go of him. “So you still leave it up, huh? Gotta train you harder it seems, if you want to you know, not let that get in between us.” you were teasing him, but he felt all color fade from his face at the thought of you seriously leaving him for that damn toilet lid.

“It won’t happen. I didn’t say I still do that; you were the one who came to conclusions.” his scowl was back on his face, making you want to kiss it out of his face once more. But you should be setting an example, you can’t just continue making out in front of schools.

“I’m joking, silly baby.” pinching his cheek lightly, you got up patting your uniform clean, “I won’t take more of your precious practice time, I know you’re busy. Just text me later ok, boyfriend of mine?” your words made him shy, suddenly his entire face was as red as his ears and all he could do was nod.

“Have fun.” you leaned in to kiss his cheek softly before waving a cab passing by and quickly jogging to it.

Poor Kageyama was left speechless.

He stayed there staring at the back of the car which was now nothing but a cloud of dust in the horizon.

He had a girlfriend.

Not just any girlfriend.

The girl he crushed on for years.

His first crush.

His first love.

And he kissed you, so many times. Why was he not able of thinking of anything else? All he could think of were your soft warm lips on him, the quiet little noises that left you when he got a bit rough, your clammy skin against his own.

He needed to run for a bit before going back to practice.

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When you arrived back to your dorm you had a package waiting outside your door. You did order a few things online recently so there was nothing off there, so you took it and headed into the safety of your room. Though, when you took a better look at it you noticed there was no post sticker on the box, there was nothing on it actually, not even tape. An alarming sense of dread filled your lungs in realization.

There was a stuffed animal inside said box hugging a rose, also a little heart shaped card on the bottom.

“Baby girl, sorry for last night. Can’t wait to see you again. I’ll see you in our dreams for now.”

You still couldn’t understand how he always managed to ruin your days no matter how lovely they were.

This needed to end, right now.

You texted Semi and asked him if he could get Iwaizumi-san’s number for you. He didn’t promise anything, but he said would do his best to get it for you. He had no contacts at all in Seijoh but it was better than send you to the slaughterhouse on your own, he still felt guilty for making you go to the game on your own.

As usual Iwaizumi-san was the only way to get through him. He was the only one who could be trusted for such a troublesome task.

Even if you felt sorry for bringing him back into this mess, he was your only hope.

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hmspogueobx · 11 months

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Everything to me (Paul Lahote)

Chapter Two: Bonfires and six burly men

I hear a chorus of deep laughter coming from the backyard as I walk up to the front door of Sam and Emily's house. I give my aunt a nervous look and she signals for me to take a deep breath. I peer down at my outfit; I settled on high rise skinny jeans and a floral tank tied up at my waist. No question, I looked pretty cute, but I suck in a deep breath anyways. Just as I'm letting out my breath, aunt Sue swings the door open to reveal Emily taking a cow's worth of hotdogs from the fridge. Turning to see who's coming in she breaks into a splitting grin at the sight of me.

"Lucy!! Ah I'm so happy you're here!" We meet each other in the middle and crash into a warm hug. I used to hang out with Emily and Leah a lot as a kid, even though they're a bit older than me. I always looked up to them.

"Well I'm happy to be here cuz. I heard you were the only girl and I came to save you." I say making Emily grin wider somehow.

"Well I appreciate the thought, but Jared beat you to it. He imprinted on a girl from school. Guess you're number 3" She nudges me with a laugh. "But you are definitely the first girl wolf, so good luck! The boys are all out back already. Will you help me carry this stuff out and you can see everyone again."

I'm a weird mix of excited and frickin terrified at this point as I follow Emily and Sue out of the house. Emily sets everything on a table and goes to wrap her arms around who I'm assuming is Sam to tell him something. I guess she announced my arrival because Sam shot up from his seat and gave Emily a sweet kiss before starting towards me. The small moment between them was so intimate that I finally put the dots together - Sam imprinted on Emily - and suddenly my anger at Sam for hurting Leah is hard to hold onto.

"You must be Lucy'' He says as he reaches me with his hand out for me to shake. I nod my head. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Sam. Were obviously distantly related if you're Sue's niece - same last name and everything" Emily chuckles beside him. "but it's nice to put a face to the name. I've gotta say, we've never introduced someone into the pack this way, It's pretty exciting!" He says with a grin.

"Well what can I say, I like breaking the mold" I counter back returning the smile. Sam cracks up at my quick remark.

"I think you'll fit it well. Come on, I'm sure the boys are antsy to talk to you again." As if on cue Embry and Quil come bounding towards us, Jake not far behind. Their voices blend together as they all try to get my attention

"Well hoooly shit! Look who it is."

"How have you been loca?!"

"Welcome to the pack. Guess I'm not the newbie anymore!!" You giggle at their antics and pull them all into a group hug.

"I just couldn't stay away from my boys any longer." Earning chuckles from them that seemed to come from way too far above me. I step back and actually take them in. Now I'm not a short girl, sitting at a good 5'7. But these boys all tower over me, and damn have they filled out. "When did you guys become MMA fighters.. Geez."

"It's a wolf thing... a male wolf thing apparently." Embry smirks at you, earning a smack from me. The boys pull you to the fire to see the other boys.

"Hey Jared, you guys probably knew each other when you were little, but this is Lucy Uley." Jared nods at me and introduces me to his imprint Kim. She seems nice enough but seems a bit nervous around all these loud boys.

"And Luce you remember Paul right?" Jake says nudging me knowingly. I do a double take, not having realized that this man in front of me was Paul. Leah wasn't kidding, he'd definitely graduated.

"Of course yeah hey p----" I was officially lost in the most beautiful pair of brown eyes.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fluff #paul #twilight #werewolves

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angry-geese · 2 years

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Was wondering if you could write a shoko piece cuz you write her so well ಥ‿ಥ 👉🏼👈🏼

Of course!! I'm not entirely sure if this was meant to be a request but I felt like writing for her so I'm counting it as one kdhdjfj

Bitterness - Ieri Shoko x Reader

Warnings: sfw! death mention, mention of blood and injury. A little angstier than I intended lol, but it has a (somewhat) happy ending. Reader's gender isn't specified

A/n: this is a little shorter than what I typically write but I had many thoughts that I just had to get out jdhfjfjfk this was not proofread so apologies for any errors

Word count: 887

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You dig. You dig until your nails crack, and your fingers bleed. You dig until you can blame the tears on your bleeding hands. Wet earth cakes itself under your broken nails. It's raining again. The news this morning called for another storm. Such weather is unusual for this time of year.

You've never considered yourself a vengeful person. Grief and anger had not corroded your mind the same way you had seen it do to many others. You had spent much of your adult life carefully balancing your social life as a human, and your work as a sorcerer. One wrong move could send you careening over the side, past the point of no return.

But right now, that thin wire you’ve so carefully been balancing on has snapped.

A small village in Japan’s countryside was experiencing a run of bad luck. Elderly were falling sick. The village’s doctor had a mental break, and murdered his wife and children in cold blood. Children were claiming to see spirits in the bathrooms of the local schoolhouse.

With no one else to turn to, the remaining villagers called for the help of shamans.

The villagers blame their misfortune on a shaman’s daughter. A girl of about seven, who had been fed a cursed relic in hopes that she’d scare away their bad luck. A child who had seen horrors unimaginable to the average person.

And you had been ordered to kill her.

Then you find it. Rusty, and dented. Still sealed after all these years. Inside this tin, buried below the window of what used to be your dorm, is a package of cigarettes, and a lighter. You’re reminded of warmer days; ones spent with Nanami, and Shoko. Sneaking away from class to smoke when the time permitted.

Oh how different Nanami is now.

He found some reason for this to be worth doing. He found a reason to come back. You have yet to figure out that reason, but supposedly it's there. Maybe that's what keeps you here; the fear that if you leave, you will have no reason to come back.

The sudden halt of the rain draws your attention. What little moonlight was left, has been darkened. You glance up, only to be met with the sight of a figure looming over you.

She holds the umbrella over your head, something akin to a grin ghosting her face. The wet ground has soaked through your shoes, and the knees of your pants. You shiver.

“If you wanted a cigarette, you should have asked,” Shoko says.

The temperature difference between the outside air, and the inside of Jujutsu Tech is jarring. She leads you to the infirmary, which like many other places at this time of night, is dark.

“Cmon, you know the drill, sit on the table.” From a drawer, she produces a pair of latex gloves. They let out a loud snap! as she pulls them on. “Pants off.”

“Kinky.”

“Don't make this any weirder.” She says. “I don't want you getting hypothermia. I'm sure I have something your size—you left some clothes at my place the last time you stayed over.”

The metal of the table is cold as it greets your bare thighs.

From the counter behind her, she grabs a brown bottle, with a white cap. Shoko peels some gauze out of its plastic packaging, dousing them with a pink tinted liquid.

“This is going to sting,” she says, swiping the antiseptic across your hand. “Doesn't look bad enough to need bandages.”

She lets her reverse cursed technique take effect. It feels as if hot wax is being poured into your wounds. They mend themselves slowly. The fresh skin is slightly paler than your regular skin tone.

“Gojo was worried. After seeing you run off like that,” she says. “Thought you were going to pull a Geto on us.” Shoko laughs, but you can sense the anxiety that creeps up in her voice.

Discarding her gloves, and the blood-tinted gauze, she pulls her chair back up to the table. You sit with your hands folded in your lap. Leaving now wouldn't be an option. Not when Shoko stands between you and the door. And she has a look in her eyes—a look she only gets when she’s plotting something.

“I know you saw something out there.” She says. “Something you don't want to tell either me or Nanami about. And I don't want to press you about it, but I can't just watch you sit there and stew.”

Her hands are cold as they grab hold of yours. The black polish on her fingers is badly chipped. Her nails are short, much like she’s been biting them.

“Physical wounds I can heal,” she says. “The ones in your head? Not so easy,

“I wish it were that simple to help people.” She continues. “Would have saved you and I a lot of heartbreak, huh?”

She leans in close enough for you to pick up the scent of coffee and cigarettes that lingers on her. When she kisses you, the taste of her lipstick lingers on your lips. She’s the first to pull away. You lean back in, deepening the kiss.

With her thumb, she wipes away a bit of lipstick that has smeared onto your lips.

“Why don't we go home?”

#jjk x reader #shoko x reader #ieiri shoko x reader #ieiri shoko #osha compliant #jujutsu kaisen x reader #also there will be a chapter of after hours for shoko but itll be a while before i get to it jdhfjfj

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thegodthief · 2 years

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Old Lammas 2022: Keri Has A Jar

Having seen all of y'all Old Lammas 2022 posts, I feel like Netherworld Post's teeny bat holding up a tiny skull in offering to the grand and enormous moon. "I hope this is enough. I hope I am enough."

So the call went out and the theme was honey, local preferred. How serendipitous then, than I received an offer for quality honey drawn from bee colonies local to my state and even some from my area! A bit pricey, but the company has proven their quality time and time again, and hey, it's for something special, so why not?

I figured I was going to be in for a ride when the honey shipped with a target date of 10 business days for arrival but it arrived on Day 3.

Yay! I have honey! Now what?

Hmm. No. Really. Now what? This is a Christian holiday after all, and I'm still working through some baggage from my experiences. Is this even a holiday I can jump into?

It's no secret that I've been siting with Christian elements again. Heh, that's a polite way to say I've been pushing my luck with certain folks from the Christian pantheon. (I'mma blame Saint Cyprian cuz he's smug af about it.) But I always worry about taking things too far.

(The fact that I exist is a step too far, but this is not the venue for that villain origin story monologue.)

So I did as some Christians are wont to do, and laid it at the feet of the Virgin Mary [VM]. I know how easy it is for me to get caught up in having the Perfect™ preparations which means having the Perfect™ material which means doing everything Perfectly Right And Good™ which we all know is impossible is this universe if not all possible others.

It was VM's prodding that made me pay attention to graveyarddirt's Lammas posts in the first place. And VM's (warm and generous) approval of the honey as acceptable even though it was purchased and jacque shitte was gathered by me. And VM's (soft and merciful) patience pointing out that there was a seat at that metaphorical table for abused and feral creatures like me. So... okay.

I have honey.

That honey was not cheap.

I am not spending another dime on this, [Mother]. If this is so important that I am compelled to participate one way or another, then reveal to me how I'm supposed to join in without wrecking my budget yet again.

That was Monday prior to Old Lammas weekend.

Tuesday, a coworker showed me flyers from a local craft fair with wheat woven corn dollies. "Isn't this neat! They're having a workshop where you can make your own! I'm sure you could do better like the over achiever you are!" I declined.

Wednesday, the restaurant near where I work ran out of honey for a special later in the week and lamented that there wasn't any at hand good enough to use. "All I need is just one cup of good artisan honey! I can stretch that flavor across the entire batch but there's nothing in the stores here and I can't justify the cost of shipping! Hey, you're good at finding last second things! You wouldn't happen to have some artisan honey at home that I can buy off you, would you?" Sorry, no, everything I have is spoken for, but have you considered a run to [specific store 60 min drive away] that I know stocks artisan varieties in pint bottles? (They immediately went out to that store and came back with a dozen bottles for less than the cost of two plus shipping.)

Thursday, I started to despair. I needed to have something ready by Friday evening, and all I have is a pint of precious honey. For whatever reason that still escapes me, I felt that I needed three things for Old Lammas weekend. Honey, plus two others. I had a pint mason jar in my cabinet already clean and set aside. But I had no idea what to do next. I made peace with the idea that I was chasing someone else's ideals again and declared that if Old Lammas arrived with nothing for me to do for it, that I would sell off the honey and never bother with the Virgin Mary again.

Thursday night, I couldn't sleep. I went to the kitchen and took stock of everything in the cabinets. By this time, I had seen so many Old Lammas preparation posts and I was very disheartened to see so many pretty tables and clothes and arrangements and I know better than to compare myself with them, but... fuck.

I am an insignificant bat in the middle of a shadow-smothered night. A scarred mongrel at the back gate. There is nothing here of worth to see, or to show.

Eventually, I did fall asleep. And because I was so exhausted, I dreamt of sleeping deeper still! I remember I was lying on an old cloak that had been softened by time and wear. It was comfortable to rest against. No bedding of thousand-thread cotton sheets would ever be as comfortable as this old cloth that smelled of soothing comfort. The scent even had a color to it: Blue.

Wait.

I opened my eyes and looked at the cloth I was lying on. Marian Blue.

Behind me, half covered by the cloth I was lying on, was a thick shrub in full bloom. Now that I was "awake", I realized the exposed flowers were covered by bees going to and fro. Half of the shade on me was from the shrub and half was from the cloud of bees busy at work. Their hum reminded me of the absent-minded humming of a mother rocking her child.

The wind shifted and instead of blowing away my discomfort, it now drew the scent of the shrub over me. Rosemary. I was snuggled up against a hedge of rosemary.

There was no one to be seen. Blowing dust raced around the sheltering hedge obscuring any sight of what lay beyond. But here, in this pocket of calm, I was safe under the rosemary and the bees. I resolved to untangle the symbolism when I fully woke up, and placed myself in the care of the old cloak, falling into a deeper sleep.

Friday morning, Old Lammas Eve, I'm driving to work and pondering the symbolism that I had literally slept through. That the bees were a reference to honey was blatant. The cloak was her cloak, but why was it snuggled under a hedge of rosemary? Oh, duh, what is it called again? The Rose of Mary! That's her herb! And I do have dried rosemary in the kitchen... but what else? I need three things and I only have two.

"Medicine."

I heard the word between my ears but no voice spoke it. I demanded an explanation but none was given. I continued the commute to work in silence, pondering what the hell could be in my pantry that could fit the category of medicine?

Honey is a carrier and a preservative (of sorts, don't sic any agencies on me, this is not medical advice you pedantic nerds) while rosemary is a blessing and a curative. My stock of individual spices is as thin as the time I have available for cooking.

At work, just as the despair begins to set in again, a conversation with a foodie coworker turns to flavoring honey jars. I express my concern about "an experimental jar" using dried herbs steeped in honey and how to balance flavors in it.

"Oh! Are you making a Medicine Jar?" I could hear the capitals as they asked. "My grandma made one every summer so it would be ready in the winter for flu season! She would take raw honey, and put dried ginger and rosemary and mint in it to steep for months! And come winter, all the dried stuff would be soft enough to chew on if you had to, though the honey would have all the flavor, and she would put a spoon of honey in a cup of hot water or tea. And let me tell you, that ginger taste! If the taste alone didn't cure you then the honey would at least make your throat feel better! She didn't always have dried mint, but she always had ginger one way or the other."

Ginger.

I have that.

I have a BIG bag of dried ginger. Probably a lifetime supply as potent as those pieces are.

The rest of the work day came and went as I considered how I use ginger already. I have a big bag of candied ginger that I use for general upset stomach and to chew on because it's yummy. I snap off pieces of dried ginger to put in my tea in the winter as a general cold medicine and because I like the taste of it. It's something that has been in plain sight all this time and was overlooked because of how common it is to me.

Okay. I have three things to put into the jar: Honey, rosemary, and ginger.

Don't ask me why I waited for sunset before beginning the actual work of putting everything together. It just felt right to wait for darkness to catch up outside. That's what happens when you're so used to being alone, I suppose. But wait I did.

Nothing fancy about what happened next, to be honest. I took pictures each step of the way, but now that I'm sitting here (two weeks later) and looking over them choosing what to post and what to leave out, I don't have anything to show off.

But, here, have some progress pics anyway. Such as this one of a pint mason jar with a whole bunch of shredded (as best as one can shred dried ginger anyway) dried ginger pieces inside and one piece that I was compelled to set aside and not break up.

I didn't measure shitte. It was all a matter of feelings, fears, compulsions, and restraints. I tore apart dried ginger for the jar until it felt right to stop.

And then I started shaking out the dried rosemary on top of that.

Again, I didn't measure anything. I just kept going until it felt right to stop.

And then, the honey. Twelve ounces of it, to answer a question that no one asked.

Throughout all of this, I was praying. I had started the endeavor with Pater Noster, Ave Maria, and Gloria Patri after assembling the containers but before opening any jars for actual use. From then to this point, it was a continual muttering stream of appeals to the Virgin Mary that I was actually doing something useful and not just religious theater. That this Medicinal Jar would be a salve not only to my throat later in the year, but to my spirit that was feeling everything except spiritual.

Feeling inadequate is a bitch, ya know, and seeing so many people having their shit put together enough that they didn't have to wait to receive their blessing chapped my ass. It seems I'm always playing catch-up, I'm always last to know and last to do. I'm always one foot at the back gate, ready to run away before I'm thrown out.

And all these feelings came out in assembling this jar. But with it, came a soothing solace. That some wounds take time to heal, and some medicines take time to create, and while that I don't have a house or a nación or a community to belong to, I am still Myself foremost and always.

And I am loved.

Even when I don't understand it.

Especially when I don't understand it.

It look longer to get the pictures together than it did to assemble everything. The only thing left to do that Friday night, was to offer a prayer from José Leitão's translation of the Precious Apothecary. Specifically, the blessing of new fruit (pg 311) because of the honey and how it was collected.

And so I did.

The jar immediately went to sit at a certain spot where it was prayed over and tumbled each night until Sunday. That Sunday, it was opened and stirred while praying the Rosary. The rosemary had already softened but the ginger was being very resistant to any change. The honey had hints of rosemary and ginger in the taste, but it was clear to me that this jar had a long way to go before being ready for anything other than show.

I suppose there is a life lesson there, but I'll be damned if I see it. (Pun possibly intended.)

There will be no new pictures of the jar. Once the jar was seated in its spot, it became Precious™.

I have the feeling that while I may open the jar to give it a good stirring from time to time, it is not ready as Medicine™ until some point in December. As I know almost nothing of Catholic Holidays and/or Liturgy (I'm one of those depraved magicians, remember), I'm just going to have to keep an eye on the calendars of others and note which ones ring a bell for me.

I apologize that for all my words that I have so little to show. I know some that would say that the fact that I showed up is important in itself, and on the one hand, I would agree with them. But on the other hand, the night is so large and dark and I am so small and pitiful.

I hope it is enough.

I hope I am enough.

#Old Lammas 2022 #Hagging Out #Hagging Out 2022

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nimue-hidden-lake · 6 months

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Leaves, sweets, spider webs, and full moon!

-@all4theluvoflizzy

Romantic F/O Take-Over ~ Halloween Themed Ask-Game

Woha, I did not expect it at all! Thank you for the ask again! I will try my best to answer and not fumble here… Especially since this is a takeover. I had too much fun writing these.

(Other ask here)

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F/O: Rinne Amagi (I hope that is ok since the f/o was not specified)

Note: Rinne uses ‘she/her’ on the s/i and uses female gendered terms. While one may refer to my Ensemble Stars s/i however preferred (they are fine with any pronouns), please do not gender me unless close. I want to point it out in case it is causing confusion to someone.

“Kyahaha! Hm? Questions for me ya say? Like an interview? Heh, easy peasy, bring it! … ‘Don’t embarrass yourself’ ya say? Aww, c’mon. I’d never. Loosen up a little! … I’m embarrassing you already? And we didn’t even start yet? Oh yeesh, someone’s in a bad mood~ Anyway, ‘nough talking. Bring it!”

Leaves – In general, what’s your favorite fall activity to do with S/I?

“Putting me already on the spot, don’t ya? I like that. Favorite fall activity… Y’know, dragging Ann out’s a hassle sometimes. Anyways, ya ever heard of sumo wrestling? Sure sure, it’s technically held all year and crap but the last big one’s a big deal y’know. Sumo kyushu Basho, was it? Kyahaha, gotta place your bets right and it’s always so damn satisfying seeing your picked sumo wrestler win! … Well, lady luck ain’t favoring me, that’s for sure… I ain’t winning much compared to Ann…

Hm? An activity which is more autumn specific? Alright alright fine. Let’s see… Y’know, nothin’ too fancy but it’s fun to just walk around and gaze at some autumn leaves here and there. We’ve got some good spots around to look at them. Besides, one of us is always busy taking pictures with their phone of the view and it sure as hell ain’t me. But it’s fun y’know.”

Sweets – Are you the type to want to rush Halloween & start Christmas/Winter activities early? What about S/I?

“Pff, what’s the rush with any of that? ‘sides, not like I ain’t busy myself with events during the month. There’s no rush! Enjoy the month while it lasts, aye? Even got a costume ready and I’m more than ready to drag the guys out once we finished our work for the day, whether they like it or not!

Ann though… Yeesh, where do I even begin? She’s got no spirit for Halloween whatsoever. She sometimes forgets what month it even is y’know. Then again, she herself said that she ain’t a halloween gal and enjoys Christmas more. Like, no harm in that, but when I asked her if she ever tried it out I just got a ‘not really’. I’ll drag her out in a costume and force her to party, heh. Some fun never hurts~!”

Spider webs – Tell us exactly what about S/I captivates you!

“Huuh, we’re getting pretty personal here. Someone’s curious. But I gotta answer, don’t I? … I never really thought ‘bout, at least not actively y’know. Hmm… She can surprise someone when she wants to. Never expected her to be as lively as she’s now. ‘cuz when first meeting Ann she was a stuttering mess. Oh, not just that, but also seemed to not know how to have fun. Sure, old habits die hard, but it’s adorable to just see her havin’ fun and bein’ dragged around for a change. Well, there’s more to it than that but I’m just tryin’ to get my point across. It’s hard to put into words. Ya get me, right?”

Full Moon – Imagine you and S/I were going on a nice, peaceful, walk together during the night. During this walk, you decide it'd be a nice surprise to lead them somewhere sentimental/fun, without outright telling them where you two were going. You know them well enough to know they'd enjoy the location though, of course, so where would you take them?

“A casino. … Hey, don’t glare at me like that! I’m kidding! Even I know that’d kill the mood~ How about a b— Haha, ok, you win. I’m not gonna finish that one!

Let’s put the jokes aside for now. Ain’t great with the sentimental stuff so somewhere fun it is! Hmm… … You know, I am seriously starting to consider the casino. Or a pachinko parlor. Actually, that’s a good idea! Best if it’s the one we met in! Kyahaha! Can’t get any better than that, can it!?”

“That’s it? Pff, told ya it’d be easy peasy~ … Ey, Ann… Why’re you glaring at me like that? I was being honest. ‘sides, as if you hate it. You didn’t run yet, did you? … Heh, knew you’d agree.

Heh, sure as hell had a blast though… More than expected~”

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agerestorybits · 2 years

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It’s taking forever

Human AU

Agere Roman

CG She/Her mtf Patton. (This is related to the story.)

Roman loved to get swept up in a project. The pure rush of being solely focused on a creative idea and bringing it to life one tiny piece at a time. Slowly seeing his vision come true through bit by bit of work.

However, It had been four days already of him working on this suprise dress for Patton and it still wasn't done! He shot a glare at his broken sewing machine for making this take so long. He would have had this dress done in a day and ready to surprise his best friend with.

Patton tried to go dress shopping the other day only to find all the dresses were either too small or just a glorified bright bag, no shape or style. When they had asked a store worker if there were any dresses that would look nice AND be larger enough, the clerk was nice but explained that they would have better luck trying to shop online. Patton was dishearten and just ended up getting some soft blue flower hair clips and they went home.

Roman had the idea that if they couldn't find the dress, he would make the dress for his friend. Sneaking measurements off of some of Patton's favorite clothing items and then finding comfortable materials that he knew she would love wearing.

Maybe he did go over board with large hidden pockets, (Dresses NEED pockets, How else would his Nonny carry around his little items and him if she had to use her hands for his stuff?) And soft lace not the itchy kind.

It was four shades of light blue all mixed together to give off a fairy theme. Soft, and light, and cute. It was amazing! His masterpiece.

Yet it was still taking so long! Patton would be home any minute and he still had lace to put on.

And without his sewing machine working, he was stuck sewing it by hand which took so long. He had been working on it for the last five hours!!!

He was almost done but he wanted to be done! He kept looking up at the clock and seeing that Patton could walk in at any moment and he was trying to sew up the last stretch of lace, but he was tired and sore from being hunched over the dress and he wanted something to eat.

He poked his finger and teared before crying. He pushed the dress away and sobbed into his hands. Why couldn't he just make something for his friend and not be so slow?

He didn't hear Patton walk in but he did notice when She put a hand on his shoulder and he turned so he could cry into her chest. Patton gently hugged him, sway a little bit. "It's ok baby. You're ok. Nonny's here." She coo'd gently getting him to stand and follow her to the bed so they could both sit down. Roman in her lap sobbing out all the frustration and tiredness.

"Let it out. It's ok. You're safe to cry." Patton said softly, grabbing tissues from her pocket to dab at her little one's face. Masking her concern at how dark the circles under his eyes were. Roman had been working on something for the last week. He often kept what he was working on a secret till it was done just so he would have to admit when he messed up and didn't end up with what he wanted.

But he never ended up in tears looking like he hadn't slept before. "What's happened that's got you all worked up kiddo?"

"I tried! I promise! I did! But I'm too slow." Roman sobbed before hiding his face in her chest. "I wanted it be a surprise."

Patton looked over at the pile of blue fabric on Roman's desk. "We're you making me something?" Patton asked softly, hugging Roman a bit tighter as he curled up and nodded.

"Made you a dress. Cuz couldn't find one." He said making Patton look over at her favorite color of blue on the desk and teared up a bit herself.

"You are so sweet and thoughtful. My little one. I Love it already." She promised. Roman sniffed and pulled back a bit to look in her eyes.

"You haven't even seen it yet." He protested before climbing off the bed so he could go grab the dress and hold it up so Patton could see it. The bottom of it brushed the floor as Roman was a bit shorter than Patton and he had made the dress to be fairly long.

"It's perfect." Patton said, heart aching a bit by just how cared for she felt and the love she had for her friend.

"It's not finished. Lace." Roman said glaring at the tiny stretch that wasn't sewn up yet. Patton gently took the dress.

"Well, maybe I can do this tiny bit and then you can help me try it on?" Patton said, she didn't sew as much as Roman did, but he had taught her enough to do this. Roman smiled and tugged her over to the desk so they could finish it.

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Patton was holding a sleeping Roman, He was laying on top of her as they laid on the couch watching t.v. His pacifier in his mouth as he caught up on the sleep he was missing. The dress fit perfectly and made Patton feel comfortable in a way that no other clothing ever had.

The pockets were already filled with things that her baby thought she should carry, he was extra proud of himself as she walked around in the first dress that fit her.

Patton held Roman as he slept, starting to doze off herself, as she thought about just how lucky she was to have such an amazing friend.

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