#the colors and all they pop it's just hng!

[maburito]

....Not gonna lie I didn't expected this.

But I'm not disappointed this is such a cool and badass design

#the way i kept seeing that floating shadow i expected something more octopus-y #a bit like Phantoon in Super Metroid kinda? #but I fucking love it #it looks so!!!! cool!!!!! #the colors and all they pop it's just hng! #love this boss design #Mabu plays Metroid #Metroid Fusion

[museywrites]

Xiantober 2023 - Day 5: InnKeeper!Xian

Word Count: 1,149 Pairing: Wangxian Tags: InnKeeper Wei Ying, Prince Lan Zhan, meet-cute, flirty Lan Zhan

A soft sigh left Wei Ying's lips as he cleaned down the bar for the fiftieth time that night. 

Normally, Suibian Inn and Tavern was loaded with patrons, bustling with traveling merchants, and crowded with gossiping travelers. It was what he loved the most about running the place. He loved the hustle and bustle, the steady flow of rumors, gossip, and cash.

But for the past three days, the whole town had virtually deserted, and there was no chance of anyone coming through for a few more days at least.

Apparently, some big shot prince was having a grand party to find a bride. Pah! Who needs a party to find a bride?! The whole continent was pretty much invited, commoners included, so everyone hightailed it for a chance at the crown. 

Wei Ying had no desire to go.

So when the bell rang as the door was pushed open, Wei Ying nearly let out a surprised scream. Thankfully, he refrained, maintaining what little dignity he had.  

He did jump though, but no one was witness to see it, so it never happened.

Silver eyes watched as the cloaked figure made their way into the tavern. "Welcome to Suibian Inn and Tavern. You're quite a ways away from the festivities, yeah? I don't think you'll make it." 

"Oh, no... I'm trying to avoid them." The stranger admitted, removing his hood.

The glass in Wei Ying's hands hit the ground with a violent sound, shattering into hundreds of pieces and causing both to jump. 

"Ah, shit, that was my favorite glass.. hng, damn butterfingers." He scoffed, moving to grab the broom.

Who knew seeing someone so stunning would cause such a problem? He had not been prepared for such beauty!! 

"Avoiding the ball, huh? That's odd. Didn't everyone wanna go?"

"You're here." 

"I have a business to run." He countered. "Besides. The prince is looking for a bride."

He hummed. "Not some bar keep." 

"Was the party not extended to everyone?" 

"Oh, it was, but let's be real. What prince is gonna pick a  peasant. It's all just a formality. So I'm fine staying here. Besides! I'm pretty sure I'm the only Inn open for miles."

"Mm, I've passed several, they are all closed."

Wei Ying grinned and finished cleaning up the glass. "So tell me, gorgeous, what can I get for you? An ale? A hot meal? A room? Maybe me?" He winked. 

"Sounds like a rare house special. How much for all four?" He countered.

For a moment, the innkeeper was stunned. No one ever took his flirting seriously!!! And for someone to be /this/ good looking?!

Wei Ying eyed him suspiciously. "You're not some crazy murderer, yeah? That why you're avoiding the capital?"

Surprise colored the man's face before he huffed a soft laugh. "No, not at all, I assure you."

"Oh, assure me, do you?" He grinned. "Alright. Three silvers and you can have a drink, a room, and a meal~ that fourth option you gotta work a little harder for. Can't just be cute."

"You think I'm cute?" The man questioned, raising a brow with the faintest hint of a smirk and Wei Ying felt his knees go weak.  

He sputtered wildly and flicked his rag in the attractive patron's direction. "Aren't you cheeky~?"

He turned and grabbed a wooden pint mug, but before he could fill it, the man cleared his throat a little. "On second hand.... can I just have some water?" 

Wei Ying popped his hip and cocked a brow. "What? Why water? I've got all the best alcohols in the land!" He grinned.

"I even have the best of the best, emperor's smile~ all the way from the capital." 

"I... do not handle alcohol well." 

Wei Ying blinked at him a few dozen times before he threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, you're cute! Alright. I'll be nice. Water it is."

"I would rather remember my night if I get to spend it chatting with someone so lovely." 

Once more, Wei Ying was left sputtering as he slammed the mug of water down and busied himself working. "Alright, charmer, what'll you have to eat?"

"I am guessing you are not on the menu?"

Wei Ying all but tripped over his feet and looked at him with a flushed face. "I... you.... I walked into that." He cleared his throat and gestured to the menu. "So... what's your name, charmer?"

"You can call me A-Zhan.""

"Well, A-Zhan~ you can call me Wei Ying. You lemme know what you'd like to eat and I'll whip it up."

He nodded and did just that.

Wei Ying disappeared into the back to prep the meal and when he realized he was getting no conversation out of the other while he ate, so he busied himself with cleaning the already spotless tavern.

After, the two found themselves sitting side by side, Wei Ying telling A-Zhan all about the beautiful places he had been to in the kingdom before he settled here with his tavern.

"Sounds like you're quite the adventurer."

"Perhaps! But what about you?"

"I do not get out much, sadly. Though... I am forever grateful I decided to come here tonight~"

Wei Ying cleared his throat before he stood and made his way to the front door. He locked up and slipped over to a board behind the bar and grabbed a metal key.

A-Zhan watched him curiously, but when Wei Ying moved to the steps and tipped his head, he followed eagerly.

The pair made it to the bedroom and Wei Ying barely had time to unlock the door before he was pressed to the smooth wood.

The sound of the door slamming shut was certainly not the last sound heard echoing through the quiet inn that night.

The next morning, the pair lay in one another's arms, sharing lazy kisses as Wei Ying snuggled up to the perfectly sculpted chest.

"So, A-Zhan..."

"Mn?"

"How are you going to explain to the kingdom that you ditched your own bridal ball~?"

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Wh-what? How did you--"

Wei Ying laughed, his eyes shimmering in delight. "Everyone knows our Prince's name is Lan Zhan,

and your cloak has the royal insignia on it."

The prince's ears went red and he frowned. "I apologize, I did not mean to deceive you--"

"Hush." Wei Ying kissed him sweetly. "I'm not mad, but I am curious how you're gonna get out of trouble for this~"

"I will simply tell them I was with my bride all night~" He grinned lightly, rolling so he was on top of Wei Ying

once more.

The room quickly filled with giggles and soon after, moans as the prince and the innkeeper enjoyed each other's company.

When wedding bells chimed no more than four months later, the kingdom was in shock to see the chatty innkeeper at his side~

#xiantober2023 #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #museywrites

[sincerelystranger]

author: so i’m imagining that this is them in college. start of a blossoming relationship for both the lan bros? xichen pov here

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Lan Xichen has never made a mistake in his life.

Lan Wangji knows this and loves this about him.

Except…

His brother – his wonderful, perfect, kind older brother – has fucked up this time.

Has seriously fucked up.

Wangji watches his Wei Ying draped over this “da-ge” that Xichen has brought over and it’s almost surprising, even to him, how much murderous rage he’s feeling in that moment.

“Emperor’s Smile is the best, isn’t it, da-ge?” Wei Ying asks, color high on his cheek as he leans over Nie Mingjue’s meaty thigh to refills his glass, “Fragrant and mellow and warm as it goes down – the best!”

Wangji’s fists are clenched so tightly they’re shaking. His teeth might crack from how tight his jaw is clenched.

Nie Mingjue chuckles as he downs the glass in one go. His cheeks are colored as well and his eyes are only half open. “You talk all flowery like Huisang,” he says shaking his head, “Alcohol is alcohol. Who cares what it tastes like?”

“You’re a heathen, da-ge,” Wei Ying gasps, and Wangji has a moment of yes, yes, yes! He is a heathen! And Wei Ying shouldn’t be draped all over him and drinking with him and talking to him and smiling at him!! Wei Ying should be draped all over Wangji! Talking with Wangji Smiling at Wangji!

“But you’re right,” Wei Ying continues, to Wangji’s horror, “Alcohol is alcohol and it’s the best when I have someone to drink with!” With that he lifts his own glass in a cheers and empties it in one long gulp, Nie Mingjue cheering him on with good-natured pats to Wei Ying’s shoulder.

Take your hand off of him, Wangji thinks to himself, eyes narrowing on Nie Mingjue’s huge hand on Wei Ying perfect shoulder.

Wangji turns to glare at his brother – the cause of all his pain at the moment.

Xichen… for some reason… looks as pained as Wangji.

Xichen turns to meet Wangji’s eyes, a pained smile on his lips.

Why did you ruin my life by bringing this monster over? Wangji asks silently.

Da-ge is perfect and wonderful and of course I brought him over, Xichen communicates back silently. Why did you bring Wei Wuxian over? And why is there even alcohol in our house!?

Wei Ying likes alcohol, Wangji glares back petulantly, everything Wei Ying likes is in this house.

Is that why we have 100 bottles of fried chili paste in our cabinet? Xichen asks.

And Wangji just rolls his eyes because, duh?

“You should come over every Friday night, da-ge,” Wei Ying says, and Wangji is contemplating the pros and cons of throwing himself off the balcony. “Lan Zhan only lets me drink at his place on Fridays but it’s no fun drinking by myself.”

Wangji curses his low alcohol tolerance. Curses his blood. Curses his ancestors.

“You’re funny, Wei Wuxian,” Nie Mingjue laughs – and duh, of course Wei Ying is funny? Wei Ying is funny and smart and beautiful and Nie Mingjue should take his dirty hand off Wei Ying’s shoulder right now. “Why’re you inviting me over like it’s your place? This is Xichen’s place! Xichen and his brother’s place!”

Wei Ying pouts at that, and finally – finally – looks at Wangji. “Lan Zhan, can da-ge come drink here on Fridays?” he asks.

No, Wangji thinks viciously. If Nie Mingjue and Wei Ying are ever in the same room again, Wangji is going to have an aneurism.

“Yes,” he says, forcibly relaxing his fists and his jaw. “Wei Ying can invite anyone he wants.”

Wei Ying smiles then and crawls over to Wangji – which is not good. Not good at all. Wangji is wearing sweatpants and Wei Ying is crawling towards him with a lazy, pleased grin on his face and – fuck! Wangji does not want to pop a boner in front of his brother and stupid Nie Mingjue right now.

Wei Ying plops down and lays his head on Wangji’s lap when he reaches him. This is the most drunk Wangji has ever seen him. It’s… dangerous.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying sighs, smiling dizzily up at him. “What’s better than Friday nights with Lan Zhan? Emperor’s Smile is warm. Lan Zhan is warm! Wei Ying is warm!”

This might be the first time Lan Zhan has ever seen Wei Ying truly drunk, he thinks… and… he doesn’t mind. It’s incredible how fast his murderous rage evaporates with Wei Ying soft and warm on his lap.

Maybe… Wangji won’t mind Nie Mingjue coming over if he can see drunk Wei Ying every Friday night.

He runs his fingers through Wei Ying’s hair and can actually feel his heart physically grow when Wei Ying leans into his touch.

“I think Wei Ying has had enough to drink tonight,” Wangji murmurs.

“Hng, yeah,” Wei Ying sighs, eyes fluttering closed, “If Lan Zhan says so…”

Ugh, Wei Ying is so cute Wangji can’t take it! It’s torture! He wants to erect a 10 foot wall around himself so no one other than himself can witness drunk Wei Ying’s cuteness.

A loud snore interrupts Wangji from his admiration of Wei Ying.

Nie Mingjue is splayed back on the couch, his huge arms stretched across the entire length of the couch, his huge chest heaving up and down rhythmically.

“Da-ge, da-ge,” Xichen says, shaking the giant gently.

Nie Mingjue opens one eye. “Xichen?” he asks blearily, before throwing a huge arm around Xichen and dragging Wangji’s brother into his huge chest.

Xichen… looks… delighted.

Gross.

Wangji tucks his arms under Wei Ying’s body and picks him up.

“Do you need help, brother?” he asks – just out of politeness more than anything.

“Uh… no,” Xichen says, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks, “I’ll be fine…”

“Mn,” Wangji hums and takes Wei Ying into his room. He tucks Wei Ying in and slides in next to him.

“Don’t like Nie Mingjue more than me,” Wangji whispers, trying to evade Wei Ying’s subconscious. “Wei Ying loves Lan Zhan the most. Wei Ying loves Lan Zhan the most.”

“Wei Ying loves Lan Zhan the most,” Wei Ying repeats sleepily back at him, curling into Lan Zhan’s chest.

Wei Ying is so good!

Wangji slips his arm under Wei Ying’s head and drags him so that his perfect head is laid upon Wangji’s chest.

Hah! Stupid Nie Mingjue can drink with Wei Ying all he wants. Wangji is the one who will have Wei Ying, soft and agreeable, at the end of the night!

Xichen has never made a mistake in his life, and even when he fucks up, Wangji guesses it isn’t too bad.

Wangji goes to bed that night with his good opinion of his brother restored.

#the untamed #mdzs #wangxian #nielan #wei wuxian #lan zhan #lan xichen #nie mingjue #My fic #idk i just needed something happy and light 4 me lol

[ostewell]

hermit items

or, to be more specific, items i associate with the hermits

i plan to draw soon, but ive been kinda swamped by school and a big ol’ project lol

edit: jsut did a proofreading now that its the morning and i can like,,, properly read gjshgkjsdhf

i dont think much changed when it comes to readability, but there is a minor amount of clarification owo

under the cut bc hng long lol

wels:

wels's helmet's plume; (wels's plume is still a ponytail in my design im just makin it a true plume for this) the red, flowy part is made from dyed horsehair. the gold-plated ring is wide, too wide to be a true ring, but too small to be a bracelet 

the pommel of a sword, it's made from iron, with a blue sapphire embedded inside it. the iron has various engravements, fitting those on his helmet. (i can pull up my wels design again if needed lol) it screws into the handle on a roughly centimeter long threaded rod that's been soldered onto the bottom of it

etho:

etho's headband; has shifting engravements, when the engravements shift, they dont dissapear and reappear, the points that make them up just "move," sort of like in stickbug videos where the lines move lol, it displays the expression of the person it is touching, and when it is not in contact with anyone the points move around idly, not making up any particular shape 

a pair of diamond boots. nothing particularly interesting about them. 

joe:

a pair of navy blue glasses, shaped like the ones he wears irl. near the hinges on the things i learned are called "temples," there are small @ symbols. otherwise, just a standard pair of glasses 

an iron pick, enchanted. it's been repaired before. at the end of its handle, at the opposite side from the head, there is a small diamond with a cross going through it engraved in the wood. it looks like it was difficult to do. 

a piece of lime green stained glass. its definitely new, and its definitely going to be placed. at some point. by accident. it has fingerprint smudges, and is more opaque and vibrantly colored than regular stained glass (thanks to one of my irl friends for the idea of this one gjsdhgkj)

mumbo:

his red tie; tied. it seems to have the sort of wear as a tie that's just loosened and removed, rather than repeatedly tied. there are redstone stains on the knot and along the middle section, with a distinct line where his blazer usually covers, along with an oddly shaped diagonal stain, that slightly feathers the right side of the distinct separation.

a block of redstone, accompanied by a small knife.  a fourth of the block has been whittled away (presumably by the knife), but is otherwise normal. the knife is about the length of a hand. its handle is a deep maroon. whether this is from redstone staining or if it was made that way, you can't tell. there's a pair of sharpening stones attached to it by a piece of definitely redstone-stained-red string 

(a small addendum: anything that's been stained red lightly glows when near powered redstone owo)

doc:

his red eye. now that you can see the full thing, it goes deeper than you'd expect, at least a couple inches into the metallic half of his face. there are wires leaving the end of it, its not the sort of thing that you can just pop back in and it'll work fine. the lens, which is clear, protects an assortment of LED lights, that can change their brightness at doc's will to depict images. the lighter metal frame, looks like aluminum, seems to be mostly aesthetic, though it does connect to his ear. its hard to tell what its function is, but doc seems quite insistent on having it back, so you’d rather not mess with it more.

a chunk of quartz, carved into the shape of a goat horn. doesn't seem to serve any other purpose, just a totem of the goat mother lol

ren:

his signature sunglasses. on the hinges of the lens frames themselves, there is a cyberdogs logo (red gear with a large center and says "CD," also red, on the inside) 

a piece of beef, not the hermit. there are mycelia (as in mushroom roots, not the block) running through it. you're not sure of its edibility, but considering its label, which says "Pamela - RIP" you think worse things would happen to you than being sick if you ate it. 

beef: 

a butcher's apron, bloodstained. you arent sure of the blood's origins; you assume it's animal, but considering the look he gave you when you asked about it, you don't want to know. otherwise, it seems standard. there's a pocket on the front. 

a tuft of llama fur. it's cream-colored. nothin special, just some wool lol

scar: 

a cat's collar. it's purple, with the non-fabric bits being gold (not gold plated or pure gold, just gold colored). the tag says "jellie" 

a diamond shovel. if you can call it that. it's more of a trowel than a shovel. it doesn't have any dirt stains, but it does have "vote for scar" written on the dark-oak wood handle in incredibly hard to read black text. 

tango: 

a ravager horn, just a standard trophy from what was likely a difficult- or first- kill 

a stick of dynamite. you're not sure if its explosive or not, it seems like its gotten wet, but you'd rather not test 

cleo: 

the armor stand book, with some additions. there are extra notes added; the "check target" button has been circled about 30 times in about 30 different colors. the ink from that has telegraphed through the page. there are little drawings of all the poses in the "preset" menu, direction notes, and more you can't make out. you're sure she doesnt need these notes anymore. except the circling on the check target button. 

im not sure what to give cleo as a second item lol 

false: 

a pair of pilot's goggles. the lenses are blue, and framed with polished iron. there are little cushions, which are made from black rubber. the lenses connect from either side via a brown leather strap. 

the hilt of a broadsword. it's made from brass, and the grip is wrapped with a similarly colored leather to the one that's the strap of her goggles. the strips are woven like a basket. the pommel features a blue sapphire, a darker blue than the one on wels's pommel. the guard is that of a basket hilt.

#my post #spiders web #hermitcraft #welsknight #etho #joehills #mumbo jumbo #docm77 #vintagebeef #rendog #goodtimeswithscar #tangotek #zombiecleo #falsesymmetry #if you have ideas for more feel free to add 'em!

[boulbilehibot]

Sirius's reopened wound

Sorry for my bad spelling had miss use of vocabulary... And verry bad grammar!!! Thank you and have a good day! :D( careful, it's getting a bit bloody)

"Need a space to hide, I need a space to hide, I need a space to hide" Sirius was repeating to himself when a door pops at his left. He can't walk anymore, his legs feels like cotton.Lips trembling.

He open the door, close it, take two steps and falls on his knees, letting out a groan of pain as he raises his T-shirt, soaked with blood. Seeing the cut on the side of his abdomen open again give him the need to throw up.

" No, no, no! Breath! Don't puke!" He tells himself taking deep inspirations

"Te" He cought to clear his throat. " Tergeo! "

The blood disappear from the bleeding wound.

"Damn..." He whispers seeing the gap on his side. This vision make him light headed. The sensation of floating begins.

"Ferula! " Bandages envelopes him but blood only soake them up.

"Fucking Bella! Fucking magic wounds!" He tells himself beginning to panic as he feels himself falling in darkness.

"-Piskey... " He murmurs pointing his wand on the gap as his eyes rolled back in his head. He falls on his shoulder, head landing violently on the carpet forming the floor of the room.

"Shit... Shit... Remus... James... Pe" He begged in his mind before loosing conscious.

"Need to find Sirius, Need to find Sirius, Need to find Sirius! " Thinks Remus in loops.

Sirius had left the dueling class in a hurry. Pretending need to use the bathroom, without coming back. Remus had noticed the frightened look on his friends's face and had decided to left the class as well to find him after about fifteen minutes.

"Need to find Sirius Black!" He tells himself one more time before a door pop in front of him.

"Please be there! " He thinks while opening the door. His heart skip several beats as he see Sirius lying on the ground in a pond of blood soaking the carpet.

"Sirius" Yells Remus kneeling; knees immersed in warm liquid.

"Hey! Can you hear me?! " Remus yell, shaking Sirius's shoulders.

No response.

Sirius stay still, face pale as sheets. Cold sweat on the forehead.

"No, no, no! Come on! " He says voice filled with panic.

He try to see from where the blood is coming from. Remus puts of Sirius's magical bandages.

" Tergeo! " Remus yell, wand pointing the blood on his friend body

He see the deep cut and panic only increase.

"Damn, damn! Hey Pads! Hang on! " Tears begin to roll on Remus's cheeks.

"Think! Think! Episkey! " He says pointing his wand on Sirius again.

"Fuck! Of course not! Feru- "he stopped before even finishing. It Wisibly hadn't work before so it won't work right now.

Remus is totally lost.

" Fuck! Sirius! Stay with me I beg you! Think you freaking idiot! Think! Think! " He pauses before spelling without conviction and with big anxiety.

"Vulnera Sanentur! " The blood clear from Sirius Body and seem to close the gap a little.

Remus can't believe that a spell he had heard Severys Rogue practice one day could save this one worst enemy's life.

"Vulnera Sanentur! " He repeats with more convictions. The wound closes a little more.

"Vulnera Sanentur" He spells again. The gap close himself letting only a thin scar on Sirius skin.

But Sirius chest barely move and his heart skip a couple of beats again.

"Please be alive" He beg in his head, putting his cheek over Sirius face. He feels a light, light breath on his skin and his body relax a bit.

He put Sirius head on his laps. Caresses his sweaty hair.

Remus is in shock. Sirius had loose far to much blood. A paddle of red liquid surrounding them.

He don't know if he should be taking his friend to Madam Pomfrey or not move him at all.

Sirius face his snow white. His parted lips are pale and let escaping little puffs of air.

"Damn Sirius what happened... James certainly couldn't do that to you..."

The door of the room open once more. James entering and quickly kneels beside them.

"Did you do that?! " Asked Remus angrily.

"That? That what? From where all this blood came from?! Asked James fearful and in total incomprehension.

" I found him with blood all over and a deep wound on his side..."

" You think... Fuck! He had lost too much blood! You think I hurt him?! I-I-I don't understand I only use expelliarmus... He fly away but... We all did more than once! ..."

" We have to take him to Pomfrey. " Say Remus, voice still full of stress.

"No" They heard from under them.

They look at Sirius who's eyes are only half open.

"Oh Merlin, Pads! " Say James

" You're awake! Thank good! How do you feel?! "

"Don't - know... "Whisper Sirius with shallow voice.

"Come on, we're taking you to Pomfrey, you're going to be ok. " Tells him Remus

"Said no... Don't want to...Can't-. "

"Are you crazy?! Why?! " Says James.

"- be worse..."

"How can it be worse? You loose so much blood, we don't ask for your opinion Padfoot. " Affirmed James

"She'll kill me... " Sirius begin sobbing. " Please guys... Please"

"Who?! " Asked James and Remus with one voice.

"She'll... " He can't finish his sentence. Eyes rolling back in his head again.

"Pads, hey stay with us! " Yell Remus, gently shaking Sirius's cheek.

"James, he's ice cold! What do we do?! "

James look just as lost as Remus is.

"We... We can't take him to the infirmary... Hold on, I'm getting my cloak. " James says while running out of the room.

"Come on Pads... Don't die on us, you can't. " Remus say tears rolling on his face again.

"You are strong, you will be fine hu?" Says Remus, mostly to reassure himself.

"I just need to warm you up" Remus whisper, scrubbing Sirius's chest.

As he say that, a chimney fire appears with several warm blanket.

Remus take of Sirius's soaked wizard dress, his shirt and pants before carry him in front of the fire. Carefully as if Sirius was made of glass.

His limp body make a dead weight on Remus Arms but adrenaline his to present for him to even think about it.

His cradles Sirius, one hand under his knees, one hand behind his back. Sirius head lolling on the crack of Remus's shoulder.

Sirius eyes fluttered while he was blowing " Re'... ". He's eyes closed again.

"I'm here. Here you go Pads, we are going to take care of you... " He says as he put Sirius down and cover him with one big warm fluffy blanket.

James comes back with his cloak

"What the f...How is he?! " He ask as he walk to them.

"Bad... We need to stay with him and look for him... He could stop breathing or go in shock and die, I think we should let him stay in here..."

Long hours later, Sirius eyes fluttering opens once more. He gasp and remove the blanket off him with a groan of dizziness.

" You're okay Pads, I managed to close your wound. "

"Sirius open his mouth weakly , raising an eyebrow.

"A spell I saw Snape practice in the park one day: vulnera Sanentur." Remus answered him, preventing him from even asks.

"What?! "Asked James

" Well, I didn't know what to do! Blood was dripping to much! I tried... And it work so... "

" How do you feel Padfoot? Here drink a little " Says James as he put a cup off water on Sirius's lips, helping him keep his head straight.

-hng... Hurts... Sirius gasped.

Sirius eyes began to loose focus again and he sink into darkness once more.

He moaned a bit before Letting the water fall on the corner of his lips and loose consciousness again.

Remus, James and Peter had take turn to stay with their injured friend. They was bringing some Broth and tea at each" turn off guard " In case Sirius would wake up.

"We can't take care off him! Didn't you see his condition?! " Had said Peter before taking his shift.

"If he go to madam Pomfrey, he maybe dead in the next summer holidays... " Had reply James, cutting Court to any further questions or guilt.

He had been only drifting on and off this last couple days. Never enough time for them to make him drink anything. His face was pale and his cracked lips too. They was cleaning his wound regularly to prevent infections. Material provided by the room.

His breathing was shallow and would stop for few seconds sometimes before Remus, James or Peter could shook him a little to make his mind and body react.

Remus was with him the second night after they had discovered Sirius bloody and on the ground off the room on request.

Sirius had begin to regain a little bit off color. His temperature had rise a little so Remus had carry him gently away from the fire.

It was past 2h when Sirius begin jerking violently, sobbing and screaming in his restless sleep.

"Hey, Sirius hey! Padfoot! Wake up bro, it's a nightmare! Pad's!" Remus tried to scream louder than him so he could hear him. Taking the upper body off his best friend in his arms. Putting him closer to him, holding him tight and shaking him more and more hardly.

" Come on wake up Pad's! "

Sirius finally open his eyes and stop fighting back Imaginaries attacks.

He was all wet with sweat. Eyes quickly passing from one place to another to assess inexistent danger.

"We-r we?! " He tried to ask, mouth dry as a desert, grabbing Remus shirt and putting himself as close as he could. He would have confounded himself with Remus if it had been possible.

"Shh, shh you're safe, you're in school. I'm here, shh" Whispered Remus in Sirius's hair, soothing him, caressing his hair and rocking his body back and forward in order to calm his friend.

"Sch-school? I - I-'m so scared" Sirius cried out.

"What happened to you? Who did this too you?Your Mom? Your cousin? "

Sirius only nod, sobbing in Remus T-shirt that he was holding tight, face on Remus chest.

"She was - she was doing it- again, to everyone in my dream... I was so so scared. Even you Moony... " Sirius's voice broke with the three last words.

"Hey, I'm here, everyone is just fine, you are the only one hurt here Pads. It was only a very bad nightmare. I'm right here" Remus responded him, tilting Sirius's chin so he would look at him in the eyes.

"Thank you... You- you hide me... "

"I really think you need to go to-"

" I can't Re'! My mother will kill me if I display our family stories. And if she doesn't, Bellatrix will. She told me-- to shut up. That's what I'm gonna do... " Sirius voice was weak but he was clearly certain off what he was doing. Yelling his arguments had tired him.

Sirius's colors quickly dropped. His eyes was fluttering again and he was loosing his grasp of Remus shirt.

"Ok, ok, but please stay awake a little. I need you to take a little strength. Accio bowl! Accio cup of tea! " Remus add with a movement of wand.

Sirius was getting all limp again against Remus chest. Lips slightly open.

This one tried to sit him a little, Sirius shoulder between his arm and ribs. Sirius's chin keep banging on his clavicle before Remus put his head little back to rest on the crack of his shoulder.

"Come on Pads stay awake just a little. You need to take a little vitamin and sugar... " Remus said, puttin the bowl on Sirius unresponsive lips. He was starring at Remus's eyes like if he was out of his own body. Like he wasn't hearing him anymore.

Liquid was drifting off his mouth and Sirius cought weakly. He hadn't take any broth in his organisms.

"Pads... I need you to drink dude...please... " Remus said a little bit desperate. He really needed him to take some strength in order to get better...

Sirius was only slowly blinking, looking at him like if he was empty.

"Ok, you give me no choice here..." Remus said before taking a little sip of broth.

He leaned towards Sirius's face before scealling his lips to Sirius's ones.

Slowly, very slowly, he let the hot liquid field with vitamin left his mouth towards Sirius's one.

Sirius jerked and his eyes widen before relaxing once more in Remus reassuring grasps. Dead weigh, like a rag doll.

He bearly had to swallow. Hot fluid dropping from his lips, to his tongue, to his throat slowly.

Remus saw his technique was working, to his great surprise. He gave Sirius half of the bowl this way. Making him drink "the bird way".

Sirius was sometimes jerking and coughing but he was now to weak to sip by himself and he needed strength.

He did the same with the all over sweet tea mug. Sirius was half asleep by this time. Eyes closed. Body completely limp against Remus.

He finally guided Sirius's back back to the mattress on the ground and let him take some rest.

It wasn't before noon the next day that Sirius's eyes weakly opened again. Remus was with him, hand on Sirius's hair

"Hello sunshine... How do you feel? " Asked Remus.

Sirius had regain a little color but still had large pockets under his eyes and his pretty face was emaciated from the few days he had past without eating.

"Fine... Better... Hungry... Ashamed.." Said Sirius like if he was trying to identify his feelings and needs at the same time he was telling them.

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of Pads..." Remus said, caressing Sirius's cheek. "And don't move, I'm taking you some solid food if you think you can handle it. " He added, taking their map.

"Thanks Moony... Thank you"

"Ush now... Don't worry, you've took care of me more than once, don't you remember?"

Sirius chuckled a bit and blush.

"Just try to stay awake, I won't be long. " Remus said before getting out.

He was right. Only minutes later, he came back with a plate of stew and little pastries.

"The elves made your favorites" Remus said sitting next to Sirius. "Eat up now. Then... You're going to take a bath my friend. "

Sirius smiled awkwardly and ate a little bit off warm, delicious stew and two pastries. Giving the other two to his friend after assuring him that it was too much anyway.

"I really wish to take a warm bath with bubbles! " Remus repeat two times closing his eyes strongly.

"Dude... You're okay? " Asked Sirius.

Almost at the same time, a large jacuzzi appeared besides them with hot towels.

"Cool! " Said Sirius with sparkling eyes.

"Yes! At least, we will have discovered something pretty cool thanks to your mortal wound" Respond Remus with an ironic tongue out.

Sirius put himself on his knees with difficulties and tried to put himself up and steady.

"Need help Pads? " Asked Remus concerned.

"Nah. Can do it... " Sirius said. But stars was already dancing before his eyes with the Incomesurable effort he was making. Even if he was trying really hard to not show it to his anxious friend.

He succeed to stand up and tried to take a step after few seconds trying to regain his balance.

He had bearly left his foot that the knee of his other leg gave up and he begin to fell on his side.

Remus grabbed him quickly before putting his arm around his shoulder.

Sirius looked at him full of a shame he didn't needed to feel.

"Hey... It's normal buddy... Do you know how much blood you lost? 'Cause we don't. But it sure was a lot... Like really a lot. Take your time... We have even made your work and imitate a fake note by the wizards hospital to explain your absence. You just need to get better and not be preoccupied by anything else. Get it?" Asked Remus

"Yes... Could you at list let me undress alone you perv'? " Asked Sirius at his turn, making Remus blush reddish .

He put one off the towel around his waist just like Remus had done and slowly sat to the bottom of the tub by the stairs in it.

The warm bath really helped and he was soon comfortably asleep in his red and gold pyjama.

It took Sirius two more days before being able to walk enough to get back to the common room and classes.

They helped him avoid any more flying and hard task for a little while, that said.

#whump #blood whump #bleeding out whump #wolfstar whump #sirius whump #marauders whump #unconscious whump #fluff wolfstar #remus x sirius #magical wound

[alleiradayne]

Unconventional A J2 x Reader RPF Series

After a rousing evening of Friday Night Karaoke at the Supernatural convention, you’re tired and about to go to bed. But then a distinctly familiar laugh echoes through the hallway outside your hotel room door, and sleep is the last thing on your mind.

Part III - Recreational

Summary: Saturday morning workout(s) Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (male and female receiving), fluids Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Female Reader, Jensen Ackles (subtle Jensen Ackles/Reader) Word Count: 4,530 A/N: For the love of everything good in this world, assume everyone involved is single or polyamorous. No. Wife. Hate. Allowed. This series as a whole will fulfill my Polyamory square for @spnkinkbingo​ but not until closer to the end. Beta’d by @atc74​ because she’s awesome and managed to read this hella long buncha nonsense.

Nobody should be up at 5:30 in the morning. But you were. And you made sure Jared knew just how much you hated it by groaning as you rolled over in his bed.

Jared.

You turned over your shoulder to find him yet asleep, the sheets angled across his hips with one arm over his head.

Holy shit.

You had slept with… with that. With him.

The previous night returned in a rush. No, you hadn’t just slept with Jared Padalecki. You’d fucked each other’s brains out.

His groggy sigh snapped you back to the present. “Morning, gorgeous.”

“Hng…”

Jared’s eyes popped open at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

“H-hey…” you said through your yawn as you stretched. “Yeah, I’m good. We should get going though.”

Long fingers teased along your extended ribs and you squawked in surprise. Jared smiled a devious grin, then grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to him, your back flush to his chest. “Before we go…” His hips rolled against your ass, his stiffened length slipping between your cheeks.

With a swift hand, you grabbed his cock and angled him to your pussy, wet with want. Jared gasped, sounding so surprised to find you ready and willing at his mere suggestion. The swollen tip teased at your sex, then spread you as he twitched his hips. Uncontrollable moans escaped your lips as he thrust, the entire length of his cock buried inside you with one push.

His arm snaked over your hip and between your thighs, fingertips finding your clit. Jared knew exactly what you needed and how you need it, firm, fast circles eliciting all manner of vulgar profanity from your mind. Furious thrusts pounded his hips against your ass, the slap of your bodies stinging your sensitive skin. Mere seconds of his rough pace built your climax up, bursting at the seams, and you begged him for more.

He growled as he shoved his knee between your thighs and lifted your leg with his. Positioned so, his next thrust reached deeper, bottoming out. Your scream rent the air, a long wail that transformed into an exultant moan. Jared hesitated, frozen for a moment. He whispered in your ear, breath hot on your skin, asking if he’d hurt you. With a shake of your head and a wiggle of your hips, you ensured him you were fine, and he moaned into your neck, his lips plying your skin with eager kisses as he began to thrust again.

Christ, you could get used to this. Fucking Jared felt natural as breathing. Despite his concerns, you fit him like a favorite shirt, perfect in more than size, but in strength, warmth, desire. Your thoughts returned to him then, his cock, his words, his hands, God, his hands, one rolling a taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the other yet rubbing your clit. Every deliciously dirty word filled your ears, unleashing your orgasm like a torrential flood.

Your walls clenched as your entire body convulsed with Jared’s moans, his cock throbbing and filling you with his cum. Wave after wave of aftershocks rolled through both of you until you went limp in his arms, gasping for breath.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Jared sighed. “You… I have no words. I just love fucking you.”

You snorted a laugh as you said, “I should be saying that about you. Seriously, do you have any idea how amazing you are?”

Jared slipped from the bed, only to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom. “You could tell me in the shower.”

“Jared, we have to get to the gym—”

“Oh, Jensen won’t mind if we’re a little late. He’ll understand. Besides,” he paused as he set you on your feet. Without warning, his fingers plunged between your thighs and into your swollen pussy. Your hands flew to his arms, braced against the dizzying rush of arousal. But then he withdrew, his fingers covered in your arousal and his cum. “I want to clean that up for you… if you’ll let me.”

You stepped into the shower and started the water. “Depends on how you’ll—”

Fuck, but Jared was huge. His towering frame enveloped yours as he pushed you against the shower wall with your back to him. Water sluiced between your bodies as his hands roamed your skin, over your hip and teased your clit once more. But then he knelt, and his massive hands grasped your ass. Naturally, your hips rolled as you arched your back, presenting yourself to him, and he parted your flesh to bury his face between your cheeks.

Jared ate pussy like his life depended on it. His long tongue fucked about as good as his cock, and his nose, Christ, his nose rubbed right against your asshole so perfectly, his face must have been made for riding. Not even a minute passed before you came, a rush of your arousal gushing over his lips mixed with his own cum. Relentless, Jared sucked you clean, lapping up every ounce of your fluids until satisfied.

When he stood, you turned to him, hands grasping his hips for leverage only to find his cock rock hard. “Again?”

“Sure,” he said as he moved to pick you up, but you stopped him.

“Oh, no, sir,” you said with a laugh. “You fuck me like you just did, you’ll come in me, and then you’ll have to clean it again.”

“Y/N, I would fuck you and eat you out all day if I had the time,” he said with a moan. “But I want to do whatever you—fuck!”

You were on your knees and sucking him down your throat without a word of warning. Above, Jared braced himself, one long arm reaching out for the shower wall, the other hand buried in your hair. The bob of your head set him into motion, and when it seemed Jared had a pace in mind, you released his cock and held still while he thrust.

In that moment you weren’t sure what was better; Jared fucking your pussy or your mouth. You decided it didn’t matter when, in a short minute, he grunted with a faltered thrust as his cock throbbed and he came. Spurts of his cum ran down your throat and filled your mouth, his load impressively large for his second. When you looked up, you found his eyes wide, staring, and so, you withdrew from him and opened your mouth. A final, hard flex shot another string of his cum into your mouth and along your chin.

You tried to close your mouth to swallow, but Jared grabbed you by the jaw and pulled you up to your feet. When his lips sealed on yours, his tongue dove into your mouth, his cum flowing between you. Parted, you watched as he swallowed, his own eyes following the bob of your throat.

“I hope that wasn’t weird…”

A coy smile hooked your lips as you replied. “Kinky. But not weird. At least…” you paused as Jared wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “Not as weird as I think this weekend is about to get.”

Jared’s laughter filled the shower, and it was then that you realized your life was about to change forever.

“Well, look at you two all shiny and fresh,” Jensen teased as you pushed through the door of the gym.

“Don’t, man, I didn’t want stink up the place,” Jared lied.

Jensen shoved his face into Jared’s armpit and sniffed. “Stink like sex you mean?”

“No!”

Jensen rolled his eyes as he looked at you. “Seriously, how many times?”

You looked from him to Jared, then back. “Five.”

Jared gaped at you, appalled. “Y/N!”

You dug your striking gloves from your gym bag. “What? He’s not an idiot.”

Jared huffed as he shoved his hands into his own gloves. “Whatever. I’m… gonna go over here. Until my face goes back to a normal color.”

You laughed with Jensen as he slipped his hands into the target pads. “Alright, so, what do you know?”

With a roll of your shoulders and neck, you approached him, toe to toe. You raised your hands as you shifted your left foot forward. “Really, just strikes and blocks. No grappling or ground-work.”

Jensen nodded. “That works. We’ll get your cardio in then,” he said with a smile as he held up the target pads. “Show me what—”

A quick jab and cross struck both pads with such force, the left lipped off Jensen’s hand. He looked at the pad, then back at you before retrieving it. “Sorry,” he said as he put it back on. “Guess I didn’t have the strap very tight.”

“Might want to tighten the other one while you’re at it,” you suggested and he obliged, pulling the strap on his right hand tighter.

With the pads raised once more, you repeated the pattern. Jab. Jab-cross. Cross-hook-cross. Jab-cross-hook-cross. When Jensen understood your flow, you sped up, running through the pattern multiple times before breaking. “Give me any of those targets randomly. If you want a kick, put both pads together on either side.” When he tried that target, you said, “Yeah, more of an angle. Like that.”

Jensen nodded again and held up the pads. Different targets led to different combinations, and he even threw in a few fast sweeps in at your head. Squats and reaction timing. It would be a good cardio workout.

The combinations flowed with ease until Jensen offered a waist high kick target to your right. You pivoted on your front foot as your back leg arched, knee pointed at the pads and foot snapping out to strike quick and hard. Pulled back, you reset, back leg replaced behind you as you said, “Higher.”

Jensen nodded and followed up with a few more hand targets, then offered another kick at your shoulders to the left. The whip like snap of your front leg connected with the target so fast, Jensen backpedaled a step. You waited for him to reset and then repeated yourself. “Higher.”

Jensen, bless his heart, regarded you with a side-eyed squint, then shrugged. More hand targets followed, squats and jabs and crosses, until once more, he lined up a kick target to the right at head level.

Your head level.

With a quick skip, you switched your stance, left leg in back to facilitate a reverse hook kick. Except, instead of hitting the pads, you cleared them and Jensen’s shoulders. You had no intention of kicking Jensen in the head. But he didn’t know that. He reared back as your foot raced passed his face, then shouted a curse loud enough that Jared heard him across the gym.

Long legs loped to a stop at the edge of the mat and Jared asked, “You okay? What happened?”

“He wouldn’t put the target high enough,” you insisted.

Jensen, doubled over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath, shook his head. “Fuck that, do it again. Dude, I swear she could kick you in the head,” he said as he pointed.

“Me?” Jared asked as he regarded you. “That’s… no way.”

Jensen lined the pads up above his head, level with Jared’s. “Alright, Karate Kid, let’s see it.”

“Can I jump?” you asked, “It’s kind of high.”

Jensen shook his head. “No way, show him that reverse you just did.”

Great. It would be quite the reach, but if you got up on the ball of your foot on your base leg and reached with your toes as you kicked, you might brush the bottom of the pad. Left foot in front, you switched, then reversed, head dropping below your waist and arms held in tight as your foot reached for the pad. A subtle paff popped as the ball of your foot connected with the pad—not exactly proper technique, but nobody was critiquing you—and you stumbled a step back to land.

“Damn,” Jared muttered.

Jensen’s backhanded slap met his chest as he said, “Told you. She damn near cleared my head.”

Unfortunately, that reach had stretched you past your limits. As you straightened, stabbing pain lanced down your right leg from your hip. A sharp suck of air between your teeth snatched their attention as you grasped your hip and limped from the mat. “Okay, I’m tapping out.”

Jared followed you alongside Jensen. “Wait, what happened?”

“You okay, Y/N?” Jensen asked as he wrapped an arm around your back.

For a breath, you forgot the fiery pain in your hip, overwhelmed by Jensen’s sudden embrace. “I’m fine,” you said as you leaned into him with an arm around his waist. Firm, but softer than Jared, you had half a mind to peek under his shirt. But then the pain returned, and your curiosity fled. Towards the door you hobbled, and Jensen followed you without question. “Damn hips aren’t what they used to be.”

You heard the smirk on Jared’s lips as he spoke. “They were something else last night.”

The sting of embarrassment slashed across your cheeks and you stumbled over your own feet as memories from the night before flooded your mind. Quick as a cat, Jensen caught you, and without hesitation, scooped you up into his arms.

“I just tripped, you don’t—”

“It’s fine, I got you,” Jensen interrupted. “Besides, if num nuts back there keeps talking about your hips, I’d rather have you faint in my arms.”

At the elevator, Jared hit the button. “I’m kinda jealous,” he jested. “Jensen has amazing arms.”

Sweat beaded on your brow as a familiar heat crept up your neck. “They are amazing,” you muttered, careful not to look Jensen in the eye as tentative fingertips brushed his bicep. With a shake of your head you insisted, “You don’t have to do this, I’m not exactly bridal-style material here.”

The elevator doors opened with a chime and Jensen strode over the threshold. “First of all,” he started as Jared hit the button for your floor, “I am enjoying this way too much. Second, I don’t want to hear anything about how heavy you are. Because you’re not. Like, at all. You’re…” he paused as his words trailed to silence and a deep blush reddened his nose. “… like Jared said, you’re something else.”

The elevator lurched into motion, bearing you to the fifteenth floor. An awkward silence settled over the three of you as you pondered Jensen’s words. You had no delusions as to your physical appearance. But Jensen’s heated stare bore into your wide gaze as your eyes locked, and a part of you wished Jared wasn’t in the elevator.

When the bell rang and the doors opened, Jensen looked ahead as he carried you off the elevator. Jared fell in step behind him with a skip to catch up as Jensen skirted the corner to your hallway. At the end he stopped at your door, then set you on your feet. “Got your card?”

From a leg pocket, you withdrew your card and held it to the door. “I’ll be fine guys, I’ll see you—hey!”

Jensen had you in his arms again before you could complain. Not that you would. Jared was right. Jensen’s arms were absolute heaven. He carried you to the bed and set you upon it so gently, you might as well have been a fragile piece of glass.

“You gonna be okay?” Jared asked as he knelt at the foot of the bed. Jensen looked on as a concerned frown contorted his too-pretty face.

“Guys. I’m fine,” you insisted. “I just need to ice it for a bit, I’ll be right as rain in an hour.”

“I’ll go get you an ice pack and a heating pad, you should do both,” Jared said as he darted for the door.

Jensen nodded as he said, “Grab a bottle of water, too.” When the door clicked shut, Jensen turned to you and added, “don’t need you cramping up, you should drink a lot of water today. Where does it hurt?”

You pointed to your right leg. “It’s my sciatica. Pinches in the hip and shoots down my leg.”

“Lay down,” he ordered as he pointed to the bed.

“What?”

“Just… trust me. Roll over,” he insisted. When your sideways glare met his, he rolled his eyes. “I swear, I’m not gonna do anything perverted, okay. I… I have the same problem and I know a few things that might help.”

Your glare lasted a second longer before you smiled. “You just want to see if Jared was full of shit,” you teased as you rolled over.

“Jared is full of shit,” he stated, “but he wasn’t lying about…”

His voice trailed off again, and when you looked over your shoulder, you found him staring at your ass. “I thought you weren’t going to do anything perverted.”

Jensen shook his head. “I’m not,” he insisted as he rounded the end of the bed. “Alright, I was. Sorry, that was rude.”

“I dunno,” you mused as his fingertips prodded your hip, just above your ass. “Coming from you, I think I should take a lurid stare as a compliment.”

A snort of laughter sounded through his nose. “You shouldn’t kid yourself, Y/N,” he started as he explored the muscles of your lower back. “You’re… so fucking cute. And I don’t mean it in like a cute, little adorable girl way, you’re… look at me.”

Over your shoulder you turned once more and found Jensen sweating bullets. “Jesus, are you okay?”

He was about to speak when his thumbs found the sweet spot in your hip and you shouted. You did your best not to crawl away from him, but he dug in hard and you damn near rolled off the bed. Jensen held you still as he worked with a concentrated purse of his lips. “Breathe, Y/N. It’ll help.”

You sucked in a breath through your nose and exhaled with an open mouth. “Are you okay?” you asked through gritted teeth.

Jensen grunted. “I’m… can I be brutally honest with you? Like, vulgar?”

“Um,” you started, “I… guess I can take it.”

“I want to bury my face in your ass so bad right now.”

“Oh.” You had prepared for something far less pleasant than the thought of Jensen’s head between your thighs. “That wasn’t that vulgar.”

As if you had challenged him, Jensen straddled your hips and leaned into your ear. “I want to taste you, Y/N. I want to feel you come on my face while I eat your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

“That’s better—”

The thick shaft of his erection pressed between your cheeks, separated only by the thin fabric of your leggings and his shorts. “I want to fuck you, I want to see my cock spreading your pussy, and I want to feel you come wrapped all around me.”

A stuttered breath held your tongue before you said, “Think you can do all that before—”

The knock at your door sent Jensen flying off the bed. “Shit, that was fast,” he cursed. “I’m… gonna go in here for a minute.”

Jensen raced into the bathroom and shut the door as you rolled from the bed. A hobbled step shuffled you to the door, and when you pulled it aside, Jared’s curious brow fell. “You’re still dressed.”

“That’s because, unlike you,” you started as you snatched the heating pad and ice pack from his hands, “Jensen is a gentleman.”

“Then why is he hiding in the bathroom with a hardon?” Jared asked with a raised voice.

“Shut up!”

Jared rolled his eyes as he followed you to the bed. “You gonna be okay?”

You nodded as you laid down again. “Yeah, this’ll take care of it. Hot shower will help, too.”

Jared leaned over the side of the bed for a gentle kiss. “We’ll see you later tonight?”

“After the special, I’m assuming,” you started.

“Yes! Backstage!” Jensen called.

You grinned as you jabbed a thumb at the bathroom. “Backstage, apparently.”

Jared nodded as he stood and headed for the bathroom. “Backstage, then,” he stated as he opened the bathroom door. “C’mon, dude, let’s go. I’ll walk in front of you.”

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[disembowel-me]

more pet!Law

Lawrence gets some training. Drug use, bondage, violence, dehumanization, nipple+anal play. All is nonconsensual. Reader has a dick - whether it’s real or a strapon is up to you

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Lawrence laid helplessly on his back, legs parted. A blonde, fluffy tail limply curled up along the curve of his ass. You’d been careful to find a shade that matched his body hair.

You had tied his shins to his thighs and his forearms to his biceps, and now his limbs flailed utterly useless in the air. His long hair was loose and tangled; his hairline was drenched with sweat, bangs and stray hairs pasted to the sides of his flushed face. The blonde scruff stubbled along his jawline was drenched in drool. Spit dribbled along the sides of his mouth and down his quivering chin, tears draining down his temples and into his hair. His cupids bow shimmered.

The air was filled with the sound of muffled whining, panting, desperate gasping, and pained moaning. A wand vibrator was tied to a rope, dangling above him just out of his reach. He was bucking his hips, trying to reach it. Occasionally, ever-so-slightly, it would brush against his tip, and he would nearly choke on his own moan.

His cock was fully, painfully erect, and the head was an agitated deep red color from all the stimulation- or lack thereof. A bullet vibrator taped to the base of his shaft kept him constantly twitching and gasping, teeth clenching and grinding over the gag. His eyes were rolling back in his head, nostrils flaring and groaning painfully. Cum was dried on his thighs and belly.

You kneeled down next to him and gently took his wet chin in your hand, directing his gaze to yours. His eyes shone with shame and tears, pupils large from arousal and fear. You pulled the soaked gag out of his mouth, letting it fall loosely around his neck.

Immediately he was pleading. "P-p-p-p-please-!" The second syllable was colored with a high, lustful whine. His lips trembled so badly, his teeth were nearly chattering. "T-ta- hngah- take i-it ou- ah- out!" Nearly every other word was punctuated with a stunted moan.

"What, this?" You tugged on the fluffy tail sticking out of his backside.

"Yea-ah- Y-yes," he whined. Every little moan that escaped his lips seemed to make him blush even more, if that were possible.

"Hmm.” You tugged a little harder and watched his entire body shiver. “No.”

“Pleas-” His plea devolved into a loud cry when you firmly push it into him. You pulled it out just enough to stretch him out, then thrust it right back in. He screamed, fresh tears streaming down his face, but he was moaning too. His cock bounced back and forth from the momentum.

“This is a part of you.” You pumped. He grunted. “Unless you’re being used like the bitch you are, or you need to take a shit, it will always be inside you."

Anger flashed across his face and for a moment he seemed renewed. You watched his muscles tense against the rope and he gritted his teeth through the pain and pleasure. "I'm not a bi-"

He was cut off by your fist slamming into his face. While he was dazed, you grabbed a fistful of his soft, silky hair and forced his bloodied nose into the ground. Despite the frailness and cracking of his voice, you admired his determination. You'd have fun squashing it down until it was all gone.

"You are. You're a dog. You're a wild bitch, and you're mine to do with as I please." You huffed. "Need I remind you that you ask for permission every time you're hungry or have to piss?" He was quiet under you. Too quiet. "Lawrence," you growled.

Slowly, his head turned to look at you. They were full of hatred. Hatred and fear and disgust.

"Your master is speaking to you. It's awfully rude to not answer."

His chest heaved and his eyes glimmered with tears. You huffed and gave him a kick in the stomach, and walked to the counter where a clear shot glass and a bottle of Lawrence's metaphorical leash sat. The liquid was thick and syrupy and you'd never dared put it in your own mouth, but you knew it was bitter. The smell that wafted from the glass always made your knees tremble. Normally you gave him half an ounce, but he was being particularly finicky today. So you let it slowly fall in thick ribbons that melted into each other until the viscous substance nearly reached the top of the glass.

"Lawrence," you called again, but you'd softened your voice. "I have something for you, pet."

Slowly, his head perked up. He was trying to lift his aching body, but you swiftly kneeled down next to him and held his already slacked jaw open with one hand, and poured the drug into his mouth. He recoiled instinctually as soon as it hit his tongue like he always did, expression scrunching, involuntary shudders running through his body, but he didn't struggle. Not until he realized it should've been gone already. His eyes widened and he tried to pull away, but you squeezed your grip into his cheeks and pinned his chest down with your legs, forcing him to take it all. Once all ounce and a half had entered his mouth, you covered his mouth with your palm and ordered in a low voice, "Swallow."

You watched him struggle. His face contorted, he swallowed multiple times, he nearly choked. Tears wetted his eyelashes. His mouth shook under your hand. He shuddered, taking a deep, shaky breath through his nose. 

Keeping eye contact, you removed your hand. He coughed. "Tell me what you are."

His eyes were wild. "I-I-" His voice caught in his throat.

You violently grabbed the base of his shaft under the vibrator, still buzzing. He was rock hard, straining against his own skin. "Say. It."

"I'm- I’m a bi-” He squalled when you squeezed him harder, and twitched so violently you thought he was going to cum right there. “A b-bitch."

Your fingernails teased the edge of the tape and slooowly peeled it back. “Who do you belong to?”

“I-” He gasped, a sob caught in his throat. “T-to you. I... I belong to y-you.” 

“Good,” you purred. “Good boy. What a good boy.” He whined at the lose of stimulation when you pulled the vibrator loose and cautiously watched your hand run up his waist, along his stomach, across his ribs, coming to rest on his chest.

His chest was flush, nipples pink and hard. You lowered your mouth to one, ignoring his quiet ‘no’ and rolled the other between your fingers. He groaned, jerking beneath you as pinched hard. They were so soft against your tongue, and you nibbled on the sensitive bundle of flesh, savoring his sputtering, breathy moans as your mouth sealed on tighter and tighter.

Then, you bit down.

He screamed. You bit harder and tugged on the other nipple, pulling the skin taut, wringing it between your fingers.

"St-stop, stop, it h-hur- Ghh-aahng-!" He screamed and writhed, trying his best to get away from your torturous touch. 

You released your mouth with a wet pop and gazed down at him. His ribs were heaving and nipples dark red and erect. The one that had been in your mouth was painfully swollen and indented with teeth marks. His gaze was shamefully averted, sobbing quietly.

When you laid your hands flat on his chest, he jumped. “How does it feel?”

“I-it hurts,” he replied quietly.

"But it feels good too, doesn't it?" You murmured softly, groping his breasts. He didn't answer. "Doesn't it?"

"Y- yes," he groaned. "It f-feels g-good."

You leaned to plant a kiss on his forehead, then pushed him onto his side. "Sit."

His eyes flashed to you, then away. He struggled to find his bearings, crying out and faltering when his dick brushed against his thighs.

"Would you like me to take care of that?"

"...Yes..." he breathed, awkwardly shifting his body so he didn't accidentally tease himself again. It bobbed painfully and shamefully below him. You looked at him expectantly. "P... P-please."

You placed your hands on his hips and pulled on him, motioning for him to lift them. "Get on all fours."

He did as you commanded, the overpowering arousal allowing him to be much more pliant in your hands. His ass was high in the air now, face next to the floor and hips unwittingly swaying back and forth. His tail draped gently between his thighs, barely touching the floor. He stared straight ahead, back arched, eyes glassy with tears.

You took the base of his tail and wiggled it back and forth, making him whine long and hard. “You wanted me to take this out?”

“Y-yes,” he replied. Then his breath hitched. “Wait,” he must’ve remembered what you told him just a minute ago. “W-wait-”

You pushed it back into him and he moaned involuntarily, then wiggled it back and forth again, slowly dislodging the plug, the bulbous end stretching him, before finally pulling it out of him. He sighed in relief, the stretched ring of muscle contracting at the emptiness.

You grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze. It wasn’t huge, but it was firm and nicely toned. His entire body was. You loved the definition of his long, slender thighs, his calves and biceps and beautiful waist. You leaned over him and groped his body, eliciting shamed moans that rumbled through his chest and throat. “You’re such a good boy, Lawrence. You know that? Such a good boy. You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”

He whined under you and shook his hips harder. “P-please-” he breathed. “P-please-” He suppressed a sob.” 

“Please what?” You hummed, sitting up.

“Tou-” A snivel interrupted him. His breath hiccuped. “Touch me. Please. It hu-urts.” His voice was high and strained and whined.

Your hand traveled between his legs and purposefully brushed against him, making his entire body jerk. His hips thrust forward but you ducked your hand below his reach and cupped his balls. He whined and cried, you fondled and massaged them and he cried harder. 

“P-plea-ease,” he cried, tears running down his face, gritting his teeth, drooling down the sides of his mouth, “pleasepleaseplea- hng-gh- aggghng-!”

You yanked them down, ripping a scream from his throat, then spread his ass and spit on his clenched hole. It spasmed and he sobbed again, head falling to the ground against his arms. You unceremoniously pushed two fingers into him, a choked cry coming from him, feeling him tighten around you. “You want release?”

“Yes!” He yelled.

You continued pushing in, his soft insides swallowing your fingers to the knuckle. “Beg for it.” 

You smiled as he squeezed around you again at your words. An awkward, strained grunt. A heavy, shaken breath, in and out. Sweat sheened all along his back. His hips rolled back against your fingers and he moaned, lifting his head and arching his back. “F-f-” He stuttered on hesitation and humiliation, but he managed to squeeze out, “Fuck me.” Pushing on his prostate, he contracted around you. “Aah- Ahh-Ahn- Fuck-! Fuck m-me, please,” he begged as you fingered him harder. “Fu-uhng! Fuck, fu-uck, hngg-ahh-!” 

Words devolved into high pitched cries, moans, and screams. He was sobbing, trying to plead still but they were all just incomprehensible noise. He was pulling on you so hard, hips thrusting back and forth in the air, cock waving underneath him. He was trying so hard to get any stimulation out of you, dignity be damned. 

“Lawrence, you’re such a good boy,” you praised and pulled your fingers out with a vulgar suction sound. He cried harder at the lose, hole convulsing lewdly. You lined up with it and grabbed a handful of his hair, and simultaneously yanked his head back and shoved yourself into him.

He shrieked, his body lurching forward and cried freely. You pulled his hair back even further, contorting his spine so you could see his face. He was a complete mess, snot and tears and drool covering his red-hot face, writhing under you. You slammed into him again, hips slapping against his ass. A long, pained moan escaped his lips, eyes clenching shut tight, more tears flowing freely. 

What a good boy indeed.

#lawrence oleander #btd2 #pet!lawrence #my writing #uhhh reader is really mean and vulgar #boyfriend to death

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

About The Admins

Hello! This is Admin Tay. I am so excited to make this because I’m so excited to have accepted the admins on the blog, they are both very talented individuals and they’re going to bring different styles to the blog so I’m really stoked. Anyway, I’m rambling…under the cut you will find a ton of info on all the admins so please…continue. This will be updated as the other two or three admins join the blog :)

Applications are here xx for anyone who wants to join~

Name: Admin T-Swizzle Swag or Admin Tay

Position: Owner/Writer/Updater

The content you create: Scenarios, Fake Texts, Fake Snaps, Reactions, Audios and I’m working on perfecting moodboards and video imagines.

Genres you work in: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Biases:

Maknae Line (BTS)

Kihyun, Jooheon, Changkyun (Monsta X)

Youngjae and BamBam (Got7)

Changbin, Jisung, Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

Hoshi, Jeonghan, Seungkwan, WoonWoo, Minghao (Seventeen)

Chanyeol, Kyungsoo (EXO)

Mark, Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Taeil (Nct 127)

Wonshik, Taekwoon (VIXX)

Mark, Jisung, Jeno, Chenle (Nct Dream)

Mark, Ten, Taeyong, Jaehyun, Taeil (Nct U)

Kisu, Cory (24k)

Hanbin, Bobby, Junhoe (Ikon)

Moonbin, Mj, Rocky, JinJin (Astro)

Kino, Yeo One (Pentagon)

BigBang as a whole (it’s so hard to choose among these kings)

SHINee as a whole (haha how am I supposed to choose between these kings?)

Yongguk, Zelo (B.a.p)

YoungK (Day6)

Other groups/solo artists:

Jay Park Zico Dean DPR live Monster Woo Christian Yu

Affiliated fandoms:

24U, Aroha, Baby, VIP, ARMY, My Day, EXO-L, I-Got7, IKONIC, Monbebe, Nctzen, Universe, Carat, Shawol, Starlight, (No official name for Stray Kids),

UB:

I don’t have one :(

UB bias wrecker:

I don’t have one :(

Personal blogs:

Well, this is one of my personal blogs, so howdy.

Age:

16

Gender:

female

Sexual orientation:

pansexual

Height:

5'7

Star sign:

Scorpio

Hobbies:

Writing, playing softball, reading, corrupting my friends with kpop, spamming friends with kpop memes,

Favorite American artists/bands:

Too many to name tbh, I just like what I like,

Favorite food(s):

I like all foods besides Sushi, I don’t like the taste of the rice on the Sushi Rolls,

Favorite drink(s):

Dr.Pepper,

Favorite color(s):

I don’t even fucking know, I like all colors, shades, sign me the fuck up–recently I’ve been liking yellow more than anything though,

Favorite animal(s):

Doggos, Kitties, Lions, Shark Whales

3 facts about me:

1.) I am the oldest on my mom’s side and the youngest on my dad’s side,

2.) I live with my mother and my step-dad who might as well be my real dad because he’s the real MVP stepping in and what not,

3.) I have a reputation for being scary, threatening but I’m actually really soft and caring and only get mad if you’re annoying, a bully, or walk too slow in the hallways.

**I write for all the groups listed above under biases and for all soloists above :)

Name: Admin Deby (sorry for the gif, my pictures aren’t that pretty ^^)

Position: Admin/Writer

The content you create: Scenarios, Moodboards, probably gonna try reactions now that I’m here, but who knows lol

Genres you work in: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Biases:

ot7 (BTS)

ot7 (GOT7)

ot4 (Mamamoo)

ot7 (Victon)

Jisung, Felix, Chan (Stray Kids)

Minghao, SeungCheol, Hoshi, WoonWoo (Seventeen)

Baekhyun, Suho, Xiumin (EXO)

Lisa (Blackpink)

ot5 (Day6)

Wonho, Shownu, Minhyuk (Monsta X)

Donghae, Leeteuk, Yesung, Ryeowook, Kyuhyun (Super Junior)

Moonbin, JinJin, Eunwoo (Astro)

Yongguk, Zelo (B.a.p)

Min Hyuk, Jong Hyun (CNBlue)

Other groups/solo artists:

Big Bang Shinee Zico IU Red Velvet Henry Myteen

Affiliated fandoms:

ARMY, I-Got7, Alice, MooMoo, ELF, (No official name for Stray Kids)

UB:

Jungkook (BTS)

UB bias wrecker:

Seokjin (BTS) Donghae (Super Junior)

Personal blogs:

@btsaeipathy

Age:

26

Gender:

female

Sexual orientation:

heterosexual

Height:

5'4

Star sign:

Pisces

Hobbies:

Writing, reading, watching series, movies and asian dramas, talking with my friends

Favorite American artists/bands:

I don’t actually have favorite artists/bands since I like random songs everywhere lol

Favorite food(s):

(same as Tay ^^)

Favorite drink(s):

Coffee

Favorite color(s):

Blue, black, lilic

Favorite animal(s):

Doggos, Kitties, Wolves, Eagles, Tigers (and basically most of the members of the cat family, like lynx, cheetah, etc.)

3 facts about me:

1.) I’ve only met 2-3 people older than me in this world of tumblr fanfics (if you’re older or same age, please let me know, I feel like an ancient lol)

2.) I don’t like to cook so I still live with my parents bc my mom does it for me (and I also don’t have to pay rent which is good for my savings ^^)

3.) I’m a soft, shy girl who actually love to make new friends (and I care about all of them

**I write for all the groups listed above under biases and for all soloists above :)

Name: Admin Kat or just Kat

Position: Admin/Writer

The content you create: Scenarios, Moodboards, Reactions, fake snaps

Genres you work in: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Biases:

Namjoon and Taehyung ( BTS )

ot7 (GOT7)

G-dragon, Daesung ( Bigbang )

Bobby and Junhoe (Ikon )

S.coups, Vernon, DK and Jeonghan (Seventeen)

Sehun, Kai, Yixing (EXO)

Jennie (Blackpink)

ot5 (Day6)

Wonho, Shownu, Kihyun (Monsta X)

Donghae, Leeteuk, Heechul, Eunhyuk (Super Junior)

Taemin, Jonghyun ( Shinee)

Other groups/solo artists:

Zico

Jay Park

Giriboy

Sunmi

Hyuna

Winner

Affiliated fandoms:

I-Got7,ARMY,ELF, VIP, Shawol, IKONIC, Monbebe

UB:

G-Dragon (Bigbang)

UB bias wrecker:

Jinyoung ( GOT7)

Personal blogs:

@k-pop-and-drop-it

Age:

16

Gender:

female

Sexual orientation:

I got no idea

Height:

5'2

Star sign:

Gemini

Hobbies:

Writing, reading, watching stuff , Learning Languages

Favorite American artists/bands:

Arctic Monkeys ( They’re English I know)

The Neighbourhood 

Favorite food(s):

Unlike the other two admins, my asian ass loves rice and I love Sushi. I also really enjoy the combination of chicken and rice.

Favorite drink(s):

Coffee, Cranberry and apple tea ( HNG this shit so good, got me seeing stars)

Favorite color(s):

Lavender, Baby blue, a bright orange

Favorite animal(s):

Dogs!!!( my cutie puppy Tofu ) , Kitties, Wolves, Pikas and owls

3 facts about me:

1. I am super energetic. I’m literally like a bunny on crack and a huge morning person. I actively seek out thrill and love an impromptu adventure or a party.

2. I actually started learning korean before I got into kpop. Its been a solid journey and I really hope to got study there in about a year

3. I’m Multiligual! and I digest languages really quickly so I dabble in some Japanes, chinese and Russian too!

Name: Admin Bethany

Position: Admin/Writer

The content you create: Scenarios, reactions, sometimes snaps,

Genres you work in: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Biases: OH MY LORD ASDFGHJKL

Kihyun - Monsta X

Xiumin, Chen, Sehun (debatable Luhan) - EXO

Yoongi - BTS

Jinyoung - GOT7

G-dragon, Seungri - Bigbang

Joshua, Woozi, Wonwoo - Seventeen

Jennie, Jisoo -  Blackpink

Onew - Shinee

Rocky - Astro

Zelo - B.A.P.

others I’m sure, I just cant think rn.

UB: Kihyun - Monsta X

UB wrecker: Suga - BTS

Personal blogs: @kihyunsbreazy17

Age: 16

Sexual Orientation: beats me.

Star Sign: Aries

Hobbies:

Writing, reading, culinary, makeup, musical theatre

Favorite American artists/bands:

honestly no clue… prolly like Cardi B.. and uhh.. some others? I don’t have much of favorites tbh

Favorite food(s):

seafood, and blueberry scones. not together….ew hhahahaa.

Favorite drink(s):

code red mtn dew… uhhh…. apple juice.

Favorite color(s):

teal (on the greener side) and burgundy/maroon, also any muted colors.

Favorite animal(s):

cats, pigs,

3 facts about me:

1. I’m a living meme. I’m really sensitive and shy tbh.

2. lowkey obsessed with Lab Rats, I’m almost 17 nd I watch a kids show about bionic bitches, they better make new season.

3. my own personal blog isn’t working out and it makes me sad. utterly grateful to be accepted here 3.

#about the admin #admins #admin Tay #admin Deby #admin Kat #admin Bethany

[returnedmother-a]

Why return here, the place that took lives and happiness? Why return here when the man who supposedly loved you and only wanted your only child? Why?

Coming for one thing is why.

To find her body. Find where the Original Cecilia lays in order to be at peace with the truth that this was all real. The house looked untouched, run down by nature as if Mother Nature never wanted the house to be happy again.

Her heart began to pump faster with fear. “I have to do this…” No one knew about where she was for safety reasons.. If no one knew, then the man will never know. Pushing the front door open only to be greeted with everything in 10-years of dust. “Lucky me I suppose.” With everything here, not touched again or anything added to the place, this was going to be much easier.

Going towards the Master Bedroom in hopes to find a clue of some sort in order to leave the hell quicker. Passing through pictures on walls Cecilia slowly walked wanting to see all of it. They were filled with fake smiles, tired eyes, and the eyes of their personal devil. Howard… Why does he have the right to be so perfectly happy? Damn him.

There was one of the boy, wearing medals at a swim meet. Benjamin.. He genuinely looked happy and so, Cecilia took it off the wall carefully wanting to keep it. “Don’t get side tracked.. Find the body, get what you want, and get out. I’m already getting headaches.”

Yet, she continued too pull picture frames off the wall anything that didn’t contained Howard as if too save them from the bastard who took everything away from them. Already with seven photos in her hands, she arrived at the room. Opening it slow, Cecilia peeked inside before entering the room fully only to be greeted with sharp pains. “Hng..” Placing the frames down on a desk holding her head tightly as the head pounded against the skull. “Can… Can you stop? Please..?”

Deciding to push through, Cecilia began eyeing everything in sight already feeling something important was here. Just… Not a clue. Green eyes connected with an old mirror covered in a decade of dust and with one simple hand swipe she was able to see the mirror.

“… I looked pretty with long hair..” Cecilia muttered when the mirror showed her with long hair. “Showing me what I used to look like, huh? I prefer shorter hair.” Catching a glimpse of a shadow thinking it was him, Cecilia grabbed ahold of the gun given to her by Wade and pointed where the source would be… Why was there no one there? “… Brain, you gotta stop this. It’s annoying.” Pouting, Cecilia placed the gun away and began searching once more.

“I hid something under the floor boards.. I remember that.” Grabbing the screwdriver that was brought along, lightly tapping the floors for a certain sound which continued until she found the certain one, and began popping it open. There had to be something important in here. Dreams wouldn’t show anything useless to her life, especially when the Original Cecilia often eyed at the spot.

Taking a few minutes the wooden board was now laying behind Cecilia and a small wooden box was opened. Cash, lots of change, a picture of her son’s newborn stage, a yo-yo, pieces of paper with plans of getting Benjamin out of this house, and a picture of Howard and her in the wedding day… “What happened to cause this?”

Placing everything back in the box with the board back in place, she moved the box into a backpack she had been carrying even though she forgot it was there. Nothing in the room had clues to where her body was and with that, Cecilia began walking into other rooms. Closet, second closet, bathrooms, until arriving at Benjamin's room. The room had an aura that pushed Cecilia away knowing if she went in there an attack would happen. There was no time available to be spent on a panic attack. "Get it together.. You came for one thing.. Just, stay away from this room.. I won't be able to face it.." Placing her hand softly on the old wooden door with love.. A love for a child that should be alive.

Next stop, the kitchen. Headaches, sharp pains, shortness of breath became constant and worse when coming close. This had to be the only clue of where she was buried. He had to leave something behind.. Arriving at the scene made things worse. Grabbing onto a counter with the other hand pressing against her stomach feeling some sort of blade puncturing her. "You really are cruel huh? Even after death, you find ways to continue to hurt me..." The pain had served it's purpose. "I see.. So, hurting me was a sign to a clue? Figures."

Cecilia's eyes became a faint green color, almost gray, studying the floorboard seeing trail of blood. Following it like every other white person in horror movies to the backyard. She was going to get her answers after all.

#mobile; #returned Q

[patricia-graves]

A Little More About Trish

A Little More Information On Trish

Name: Patricia Tania Graves

Nickname: Trish, Trishie, Trisha, Tri, Tee

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Closeted-but-can't-resist gay-jokes bisexual

Job: Auror

Age: 28 yrs old

Height: 5'8"

Amortentia smells like: A fireplace, new books, rain, fresh laundry

Fav color: If you ask her, she'll say its black and whats it to ya, but its really dusty rose

Favorite genre of music: She's trying out this new thing called jazz, but if she was in the 21st century, she would be into old school rock

Must have outfit accessory: An ‘I CALL BULLSHIT’ pin on her favorite trench coat. she had it made especially for her (the pin, not the jacket)

Favorite magical beast: Griffin

Favorite muggle beast: Fat cats

Wand: Larch wood with dragon heartstring core 12 1/2" and slightly springy flexibility

Ilvermorny house: Horned Serpent

Hogwarts house (if she went): Gryffindor

Patronus: Grey Wolf

Butterbeer or firewhiskey: Firewhiskey. she keeps a 28 year old bottle of it in a locked safe.

Owl, cat, or toad: Fat gray cat named Sam heels 

Crush: Tina Goldstein. Omfg Trish is head over heels for that woman. Trish is currently screaming into a towel in her bathroom. will keep you updated.

A Message From Trish About Trish

My name is Patricia Tania Graves. I go by Trish and nothing else. I’m 28. I work as an Auror in New York, but I hope to someday move to California (I hear the weather up there is great) because literally New York is a fucking cesspool of a city.

My father (love ya pops) is Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security for MACUSA, currently stationed in NYC right along side me. I got my dark hair, bad attitude, and dirty mouth from him. He’s very proud. Now fuck off, this firewhiskey’s got my name on it.

That’s all I gotta say right? Right? How the fuck do you turn this piece of shot off? No, I said shot. Shoooot. God ducking dam it how the duck do you turn this peace of shot off I swear to- HNG. Uh, Hi, hi Tina. No yeah, I’m just uh, talking. To myself. Yep. Uh huh. Wait really? Saturday? Uh yeah, I’ll, uh, check my calendar and uh, keep ya updated. Hey look at that! I’m free for lunch on Saturday! Very free! Like this country! (fuck I’m rambling get yourself the fuck together) Um. Ahem. So. I’ll, uh, see you then. Yeah. Bye.

Smooth, Trish. Very smooth.

Is this thing still going?!  Fucking-

_end message_

 (( this is a side blog for asks and role playing, you can find my main at @timidly-credence :P I’m open to questions, role playing, just about anything! NSFW asks are allowed xoxo))

#about me #patricia-graves #am-graves #rp #anon #information