Tumgik
#this feels rushed
a-small-safe-place · 6 months
Text
Yandere Severus Snape x Potter!Reader
Tumblr media
Severus didn't think much of you, even though you were friends with Lily. He actively tried to avoid you, considering you a Potter, and he harbored strong resentment towards your brother James and his group of friends. His infatuation with Lily left him entirely disinterested in your presence, as if your last name and older brother did nothing to change his opinion of you.
It was common knowledge that you and James were close; he played the role of a protective older brother, ensuring that nobody messed with his younger sibling. Anyone who dared to do so faced the wrath of James and the other Marauders. This was another significant reason why Severus chose to avoid you, fearing that getting close to you would make him an even bigger target for James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter.
Now, all of that feels like a distant memory. Lily and James are both gone, and you run a successful potions shop in Diagon Alley. Your shop boasts the best ingredients for purchase, and Severus has admired your work in potions. You do an excellent job, better than most, although Severus still considers himself a superior potion-maker.
While Severus once went out of his way to avoid you, circumstances have now led to consistent contact between the two of you. Every time he enters your shop, you greet him with a warm smile and inquire about how he's doing. He's surprised that someone so closely related to James Potter could be kind, but Severus understands that one's family doesn't determine their character.
On January 9th, you discreetly included a small cake in a protective case with a "Happy Birthday" message in the bag of items Severus was purchasing. Severus rarely enjoyed sweets, but it had been a long time since someone had made something for his birthday. He felt a flutter of excitement as he decided to taste the cake, finding it delicious. It was a simple, unadorned cake, something that might be served at a Muggle birthday party. Did you have feelings for Severus? Is that why you went out of your way to make him a cake? If it had been from anyone else Severus would be skeptical, but you two had a sound relationship even if it was strictly business.
As he pondered the implications and struggled with his own emotions. Severus couldn't possibly have feelings for you, he loved Lily. The cake, though, was so sweet, and it made him realize that Lily had never done something like that for him. The shameful blush on his cheeks revealed his inner turmoil. He couldn't betray Lily by developing feelings for you, especially after her passing.
Despite his reservations, you were undeniably kind, and Lily knew that. In fact, she had always wanted Severus to meet you, believing that you would become good friends. With James no longer a threat, there was no obligation for Severus to avoid you. Perhaps you could simply be friends.
As Severus spent more time with you, he found himself restlessly thinking about you. Lily's prediction proved true; you and Severus became good friends. He began to notice details about you that he had never cared to consider before. He diligently documented the information you shared with him in a dedicated journal. It may have seemed unusual to have an entire journal dedicated to one person, but Severus was never one to do things halfway. Your attentiveness motivated him to reciprocate in kind, though he aimed to do it even better.
However, the situation took a turn when you revealed that you had a partner. Severus felt his heart shatter at the news. He couldn't understand how you could betray him in this way, or more importantly, how you could betray Lily, who had sent you to him to ensure that neither of you would be alone anymore. There was only one option. Severus had to ensure that your partner would fall in love with someone else and he would have you to himself.
549 notes · View notes
twstgarden · 3 months
Text
❀ ❝ 𝟭𝟮 𝗽𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀 ❞
━ idia shroud x gn! persephone! reader ━ idia wonders how he got lucky with you, and everyday, he wonders if you really are there by his side and not just a figment of his imagination. (f/n means first name)(reader can be yuu or an oc)
requested by: @glass-anna11 request type: scenario requester’s message: “Hello! May I please request for fluff relationship with Idia and a Persephone-like S/O please?" florist’s note: hello, dearie! of course, i love idia, not sure if this is fluffy though. apologies~
this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 6, ignihyde’s arc.
do not steal or translate without my permission.
ko-fi here if you want to support me
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
idia was still not convinced that you were his. you were the epitome of perfect to him: kind, sweet, and drop-dead gorgeous. not to mention, you also can be wise and mature when you need to. the contrasts between your personality paired with the affection you gave him were enough to make him think he was dreaming.
'the gods must be playing a joke on me,' thought idia as he watched you hum a tune to yourself while making some flower crowns, seated on his carpeted floor surrounded by flowers you picked in heartslabyul's garden.
god forbid you'll ever get in trouble for that, but knowing you, you might've asked for permission before picking their flowers. his console rested on his hands while he was waiting for his game to load, his eyes stuck on your radiant beauty.
however, the sounds of his game's background music playing made him resume his concentration back on the screen, and he once again tried to distract himself. it took a few hours until he tore his gaze away from his game and noticed you were no longer in the same spot as you were before.
he wondered where you were, and as soon as he finished playing, he got out of his seat and looked around, "n/n...?"
did you leave? have you gotten bored of him? have you gotten tired of being the one to take initiative? did you find someone else that's better suited for you - someone that is not a gloomy, underworld keeper like him?
thoughts flooded his mind, and just as quickly as they came, they instantly disappeared the moment you entered the room with two cups of instant ramen in hand, pausing your tracks as you two stared at one another for a while before you smiled.
"i went to make some instant ramen while you played. i thought you might be hungry, so..." you trailed off whilst he stood there with eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.
"...why are you so caring?" mumbled idia, making you tilt your head a little. "what do you mean?" you asked before placing the instant ramen cup on his desk while you ate yours.
"i mean, why are you so kind to me?" asked idia once more as you paused eating your ramen and set it down, realising he was still in disbelief that someone was actually taking care of him like this no matter how much it seemed like he was not returning the gesture.
you cupped his cheeks, still smiling sweetly at him, "because i love you, idia."
love.
you love him.
he stayed silent for a moment, his thoughts running wild again as he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but genuine feelings. he eventually held your waist - in a rather awkward manner - as he smiled a little at you.
a soft sigh left his lips, growing nervous as he was about to take the next step. with one arm around your waist, he used his free hand to reach out at the drawer behind you, opening it and grabbing something that you did not see.
"hm? what is that?" you asked, curiosity brimming your mind as you eyed his enclosed hand. he took his arm off from your waist as he gulped, placing a hand under your chin to make you look at him as he presented the candies in his hand, "would... you like some?"
thinking it was just him being nervous about offering things to you, you shrugged and smiled at him, grabbing the 12 candies in his hand as he eyed you for a bit while you spoke, "sure, thanks!"
you then looked at the candies. it was red in colour and round, just like the other hard candies that idia casually eats when he is bored. not caring about what flavour it might be, you unwrapped the treat and popped it in your mouth.
"hm... tastes... like pomegranate...?" you mumbled, making idia nervous as he spoke, "are you not fond of it?" you smiled and replied, "no, i did not mean it like that. it tastes great!"
idia sighed in relief as he smiled at you, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you once more as he said, "that's a relief... they're local candies from my hometown." you hummed in response as you continued tasting the pomegranate candies, "from the island of woe? huh, they taste great."
"yes..." trailed idia as he thought to himself, '...so they are unaware of the island of woe's tradition relating to pomegranates... how do i tell them that offering pomegranates to someone is equivalent to a declaration of love without sounding so awkward?!'
Tumblr media
© twstgarden 2024 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.
370 notes · View notes
icarus-star · 9 months
Note
ty for responding !! umm if you’re still writing for chris, could i req him teaching gn!reader how to give blowjobs.. like maybe they’re best friends or something. i just think he’d be so sweet about it 😣
lesson | chris kenton <3
a/n: i 👏 love 👏 this 👏 idea 👏 i need him so so so bad. also not proofread
18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!!please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!
Tumblr media
it started with the two of you hanging out in his bedroom, maybe getting some studying done together
it'd be pretty boring, only really talking about whatever school subject that you were working on
then randomly you decided to blurt out the fact that you've never given anyone a blowjob 🤷🏻‍♂️
chris is very much taken aback when you say that
"want me to help you out with that or something..?"
he was joking when he asked you, so when you said yes, he was more than a little nervous (but also excited 🤭)
but as your dearest best friend (who definitely doesn't have a crush on your or anything 👀), he takes it upon himself to help you out with your little dilemma
im just saying.. he's probably already hard, after just that conversation alone, sooo
at first, he'd help you out a little. unzipping his pants for easier access, as well as taking his cock out of his boxers for you
i know that i already said this, but he's so hard already!! his dick is just a little veiny, and throbbing so much for you. he's curious to know how your mouth feels
or any mouth, fucking virgin
he'd be sitting at the edge of his bed, instructing you to get on your knees in front of him
once you do, and your face to face with his pretty dick, any little bit of anxiety that either of you might have had kind of like, disappears
he'll start by telling you to jerk him off a little at the beginning and lick the tip of his cock
despite him having never actually done anything with anyone, he's seen plenty of porn
he'll say to take it in your mouth, and to not worry if you can't take the whole thing <3
"y- you can just, use your hands on the part that you can't fit into your mouth.. 'kay?"
he tries his best to not moan too much, and focus on helping you with knowing what to do. but the way your looking up at him with those slightly confused doe eyes makes him weak
if your hair falls onto your face in any way, he'll tuck it behind your ear for you and maybe maybe caress your face lightly (and hope it doesn't seem too weird)
he 1000% tells you when he's about to cum, he let's you decide on weather you wanna swallow it or not
by the end of it, he makes sure that your still alright in any way you can be, and also prays that this didn't make your friendship weird or anything
thank him for teaching you, he'll get horny again and be super cute tryna hide it 🤭
201 notes · View notes
gavinsdeviant · 2 years
Note
Wello I was kinda nervous to request this or maybe I am shaking cause of the flu But I love your content and would like to request something of David caring for angel wile they are sick?
Don’t be nervous!! I’m really glad you love my content :D I’m sorry this is late, but I did it. 
Here you go!
cw/tw- just sick Angel (nothing to see here lol)
word count- 774
fandom- RedactedAudio
pair- David/Angel
@thesunandmoons-blog @sherlo-ck-holmes @daveysangelsposts
Tumblr media
                                              7 Hours Ago
Angel stares up at the ceiling, swallowing against the nausea that had jarred them awake a moment before.
They sit up. 
Their head throbs as they rest shaky palms on their knees, breathing hard. 
They look down at their socks and try to distract from the bile pushing up their throat. 
It doesn’t work. 
They roll over in bed, reaching for Davey but feeling the cold against their skin when they come up empty. 
They sniff and rub at their aching skull, tangling a hand in their hair. 
It’s probably nothing, they think and get up despite the dizziness.
They shuffle to the kitchen, smelling breakfast as they lean a hip against the doorframe. 
“Hey, big guy,” they say softly. He turns around and sets down what he’s doing. He comes closer and takes their face in his hands. 
“Hey, Angel,” he says and kisses them. They hum against his mouth. 
“You want to eat right now?” he asks and pulls away.
They swallow. 
“Would it be okay if we ate later? I’m not feeling great right now, but that’s okay!”
It’s quiet for a moment, and before David can say anything, they beat him to it. 
“What are you making? It smells really good.” They get up and peer into the pan- anything to put off the feeling in their stomach. 
“Love.” Davey’s eyebrows furrow. 
“You should have woken me up. I could have helped-”
“Angel.”
A wave of dizziness crashes into them again, sending Angel damn near stumbling to the nearest chair. 
Davey is at their side in an instant, steadying a hand on their elbow. 
“You’re not okay. Just sit down,” he mutters. 
They do, playing with their hands in their lap. They didn’t want to make him worry but they’d practically bounded towards a seat, so there went that plan.  
“What’s wrong?” his words are urgent, so concerned as he takes his hand in theirs. I love him. 
They sigh. “I haven’t been feeling well.”
“Well no shit,” he says, rolling his eyes but still smiling. 
A few minutes pass with Davey sitting next to them and helping them to breathe through the light headedness. 
“I need to throw up,” they say, almost breathless as they jump up on wobbly legs. He picks them up, bridal style, and carries them to the bathroom. 
They didn’t want him to carry them but can barely protest as he put them back down. 
They sag over the toilet bowl, breaths coming fast. 
They feel his large palm on their neck and then their hair being pulled out of their face. 
“It’s okay. Just let it out,” he soothes and runs a hand down their side, up and down. 
After a while of throwing up, they sit back, feeling completely empty. 
“Let’s get you to bed,” he says but Angel swings their head to face him, their eyes pleading. 
“I’m fine, Davey. I feel much better. It’s nothing, I just... have to wait it out,” they whisper, throat burning. 
“You’re shaking, baby. It’s not nothing.”
They look down at their trembling fingers and nod. “Yeah,” they say and their voice sounds brittle, even to their own ears. “It’s probably not nothing.”
David’s hands move from their sides to their back, rubbing lazy circles. 
“It’s not. You’re sick and you need rest. You need to owe your body that, Angel.”
He looks at them and pushes himself up with a groan. 
“Sit tight. I’m getting you water and pain meds,” and before they can protest, he’s gone. 
When he comes back, he sees his mate still sitting on the floor. They hug their knees to their chest and their eyes are closed. 
“Hey,” he brushes a few fingers over their knee. “Baby, it’s time to take some medication. You’ll feel a lot better once you do.”
They nod sleepily and take the pills from his outstretched hand, swallowing it with the water he gives them next.  
He gently pulls them into his arms again and carries them to the bedroom. 
They curl up into his side with their warmth wrapping around him. 
I love them so much, he thinks. 
He starts rocking them back and forth. 
“I think it's time to let you know,” he sings softly. 
“Just how deep the ocean goes.”
“Cause I’m still in love with an angel, she won’t let me in her head or a heart now, so far away from the place where where we were 7 hours ago.”
“I've sailed across the ocean blue.”
Fire and brimstone just for you.”
And Angel knows those words are just for them as he sways them against him. 
“To speak those three words loud and clear.”
“I love you,” they whisper, their heart full. 
77 notes · View notes
neonleon01 · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
trauma :> a writer/artist's favorite thing
I didn't really expect anyone to read page one, let alone reblog it in literally the same hour as it was posted so. . .
here's page two guys
hope you like it
1 reblog = continue
previous/next
15 notes · View notes
amikoroyaiart · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Some 22 and 09 angst doodles
11K notes · View notes
ohbother2 · 3 months
Text
do you know what?
I miss long seasons.
I miss seasons that had 20 episodes and half of them could be cut and nothing would be lost to the story.
I miss the episodes where nothing fucking happens but you get to see the main cast goofing around with one another. You get to see their interactions, their relationships develop, their day-to-day lives and how they all fit together in them.
You get the Christmas/halloween/valentine's special -is it needed? certainly not. but is it good? is it entertaining? does it give the show and characters life? do we, the viewers, enjoy it? YES!
give me long stories!! give me little quarrelling spats between characters that can be resolved in one episode with no need to have an impact on the greater story! make these stories real!
let me enjoy them before they end!!!
I absolutely love Hazbin Hotel and the little world that's been created, but I can't help but feel disappointed we're only getting two seasons of 8 episodes.
back in the early 2000's 16 episodes would have been ONE season, never mind the entire thing.
show my angel dust and husk and nifty and sir penthouse living their daily lives in the hotel! show me Charlie brainstorming ways to redeem sinners! give me Charlie forcing the hotel staff to do cringe-y exercises! give me an entire episode of Vox trying to follow alastor through security cameras! Give me husks typical day! Give me a special through the eyes of nifty on a mission to irradiate the hotel of bugs! Give me sir penthouse and the egg boys up to no good!
give me something other than the bare necessities to make the story flow
6 months have nearly gone by in the hotel, and it feels like 1 month.
6K notes · View notes
wasyago · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
a random cleo in armor
3K notes · View notes
inkskinned · 1 year
Text
there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)
i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.
i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.
and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.
HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.
now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.
my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.
i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.
by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!
keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"
similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."
the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"
if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.
the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.
godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.
the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.
32K notes · View notes
qalrey · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
my fluttershy redesign x3
1K notes · View notes
hajihiko · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
sailing away from Jabberwock ⛵
1K notes · View notes
ewwww-what · 22 days
Text
Tumblr media
Nobody is as excited about the preview as I am. I have paragraphs.
1K notes · View notes
Tumblr media
Discovery in Grief
4K notes · View notes
scaredii-cat · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
My beautiful wife!! REAL!!!!
2K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
♡ happy valentine's! ♡
( og image under the cut! )
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
ruhlare · 5 months
Text
i think it's more healthy to not rush a connection. it seems more beautiful and intimate to me to unfold the soul in a slow way. by doing that you will acknowledge even more. you will have a more detailed look into the soul
2K notes · View notes