#what people are writing in more raw of a manner

[knowing--clandestinely]

Fighting against sleeping to keep on writing

#big weekend for writing for me #Went to a series of short plays bc I decided to try and get myself to work by people who are trying to break into the industry #like the lowest scale of things to see what’s going on on the ground #what people are writing in more raw of a manner #text post #wr

[haeryna]

i would recognize you in a million lifetimes ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru

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summary: they say that a child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. you would've been more inclined to believe it, if you weren't the only person who got burned. but now, suguru and satoru are offering you the salve and you're not sure whether it's enough to fix the scars that they left behind.

tw: sfw! angst with a happy ending, satoru is a cocky shit, suguru spends half the time on his knees in this (BUT NONSEXUALLY), more abandonment mentions because it's crucial to the plot, mentions of homophobia. lots of misunderstandings.

notes: divider by @/saradika-graphics. sorry, this chapter is a little shorter lol but surprise!! love how i said i was gonna take a break and then one day i suddenly realized kind of what i wanted to ensuing conversation to be. ending is a little open-ended; as of right now, i have no further plot points, but obviously that could change in the future (feel free to let me know where you want it to go/what you want me to write more about set in this universe!). thank you to everyone who loved and supported me when i first started this series; it was my first time really writing anything for a fandom, or publicly sharing it for that matter <33

There always seems to be an innate misunderstanding that occurs when people encounter Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, in that Satoru is the one who calls the shots and Suguru merely follows. Though Satoru might have seemed like the arrogant one, and Suguru the mild-mannered, you are intimately aware that the depth of Suguru’s pride almost matches his patience. It’s why he always tends to win whatever petty squabble that starts, why he always obtains the results he hopes for. Suguru always wins, you’d complained once, and his cat-like eyes had crinkled in amusement as he watched you. Not always, had been his response, but you knew it to be a lie. You had watched as he left a trail of broken hearts in his wake, his past lovers drawn in by his honey-sweet words and careful, calloused hands. You were no exception. If Satoru is a work of art, then Suguru is the painter, and you the lonely observer watching from behind the museum glass. You wonder if the same pride prevented him from finding you years ago.

It makes it seem all the more laughable as you watch Suguru kneeling before you through the water that clings to your lashes. The man that had never given in on his knees for someone who gave it all. You are suddenly horribly aware of the air that passes through your lungs in shuddering gasps. Your skin suddenly feels too tight for your body as your heart pounds to the tune of the faint ticking of the clock. “Please,” Suguru whispers at last, as his thumb runs along the back of your hand. Satoru’s arms tighten around you as if committing you to his memory, before letting go. You can say nothing as you stare down at your fingers traitorously intertwined with Suguru’s. 

“What if I don’t want to listen?” 

Satoru inhales sharply, and Suguru pauses, before reluctantly releasing your hand. 

“Do you mean it?” 

“I wasn’t aware that you two cared about how I felt about your decisions,” you retort, watching how Suguru’s expression falls. It doesn’t feel quite as satisfying as you thought it would. You push the thought down. 

“Baby–” Satoru starts, and the facade you’ve built up begins to crumble. 

“Don’t call me that!” you snarl, pushing yourself from the floor. His eyes are pleading, but you steel yourself as you continue. “I’m not your lover. I’m not anyone special to you, considering how quick you were to replace me.” Your voice breaks. “Mocking me like this is low, even for you.” 

Satoru stiffens. “You were special to me. You still are.” Your hands curl into fists as he continues, voice twisting into something more arrogant. “Though, I’m sure Kenji couldn’t live up to me.” 

“Don’t.” Your tone is raw as you frantically try to reel in the anguish you’d been storing for the past five years. “Don’t you dare try to use my letters against me.” 

Satoru has the decency to at least look ashamed. The look on his face is an echo of when he would frown all day if you didn’t give him what he wanted. Satoru is selfish, you know, all heat and arrogance and childishness. You know it’s partially your fault; you were the one that spoiled him off of your love in the first place. 

Suguru calls your name softly, and you turn to face him. He’s still on his knees, gazing up at you with the devotion of a worshiper and the guilt of a sinner. “Tell me what I can do to make it right,” he murmurs. “Tell me what I can do and I’ll do anything you ask of me.” 

“Why didn’t you take me with you?” Your words are fragile, even to your own ears. Please tell me it was because you didn’t have enough money. Please say that it’s because you were in a rush. 

“That night was chaos,” Suguru admits. “Satoru was downright unconsolable, so it was up to me to purchase the tickets, to pack everything we wanted to take into two bags, to book the hotels and make appointments to find apartments.” He hesitates for a moment, and you can feel the piercing ice forming in your veins at the expression. 

“But you had enough money to afford a third.” 

“Yes and no. Realistically, we maybe could have, but, to subject you to the conditions we would have been in?” 

Angrily, you swipe the tears away from your face. “You still should have asked.”

Suguru’s eyes are impossibly tender. “I know you, my beautiful, stubborn girl. I knew that if I gave you that plane ticket, you would have followed us no matter what you truly wanted. I was willing to make the sacrifice. How could I have asked you to do the same?” 

“That wasn’t your decision to make!” 

“Call me selfish, then. Call me controlling, or foolish, or stubborn, but I will never regret ensuring your safety. I will never regret the fact that you were not subjected to the struggles we faced there, the things we had to do to survive. Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” 

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You feel nauseous, stomach twisting violently into knots. The lies taste so sweet, but the truth is something that you accepted long ago. “Subjecting me to what? Your lifestyle? What struggles do you face when you have so much money that you don’t know what to do with it?” 

Satoru begins to protest, but you hold out your hand, silencing him as you watch Suguru. The betrayal of him cut deeper than you’d care to admit. Satoru might be cocky, but it is Suguru’s hand that holds the trigger, his hand that sealed your fate. “I know you,” you tell him. “I know you, and I know when you lie. Lie to me one more time and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that I never see you again.”  

“There is no lie-” 

“You don’t do that to the people you love!” 

“I did it out of love, why can’t you see that?” 

“No, shut up!” Your hands are shaking, teeth gritted as you try to stop the rush of angry tears that threaten to escape you. “You don’t get to act like I’m the person in the wrong here. You two, of all people, don’t get to treat me like this.” The sun is setting, harsh shadows casted onto Suguru’s hunched shoulders as if it is a load that is physically too much for him to bear. The words spilling from your mouth are sharp, desperate to make them bleed in the same way they’d hurt you. “You can’t tell me you love me, or that you missed me, when you left me here for five years. I was alone for five years, and for the first three, I thought something had happened to you two. Do you know how scared I was?”

Satoru reaches for you, but you shove his hands away. “I had to find out from a fucking television broadcast. I had to find out about Satoru’s debut through a television broadcast, and I had to hear your voice coming from the radio instead of through the phone. For three years, you let me fear the worst, and now you’re acting as if I’m crazy? You’re upset to find me bitter when you’ve treated me like a toy you can return to, and throw away when you’re bored? You made me this way!”

 Suguru closes his eyes. “I will never stop regretting how I’ve hurt you, my love. I knew how badly you wanted to get out of this town, to go to college and make your mark on the world. We didn’t know that…” 

We didn’t know that you’d still be here.  

“Maybe if you’d bothered to find me, you would’ve known.” 

“Please don’t blame Suguru for it.” Satoru’s voice is tired, as he runs his hands down his face. “Suguru might have been the one who handled our move, but I was the coward in the end.” 

Impressively, your heart manages to shatter into even smaller pieces. You can only gaze blankly at him as he continues. “I’m sure you’ve suspected it by now, but when we left, Suguru and I were dating. We still are. You know how it is where we’re from, where we are.” He curls in on himself imperceptibly, a star ready to implode. “I knew my parents were bad, but I didn’t know they were that bad. The thought of you looking at me, at Suguru, the same way they looked at us– I couldn’t.” 

You can’t help the almost hysterical laughter that tears through you. “Are you serious? That was your reason?” 

Satoru stares at you as you cover your face with a hand. You’re afraid that if you don’t keep going, you’ll start screaming instead. “Of course I knew,” you choke out, half-laughing and half-sobbing. “Suguru’s neck would be all marked up every time you two hung out without me, and Satoru suddenly stopped flirting with every girl that wanted to sleep with him. Just because everyone else was stupid and in denial, doesn’t mean that I was.” 

“You never said anything.” Suguru gazes up at you, eyes horrified. 

“I figured if you wanted me to know, you would just tell me.” 

“You always looked so uncomfortable.”

“Because I was jealous!” Your words hang in the air, and in this moment, for better or for worse, you know that there is no going back. “I thought I was losing my mind. I was jealous of both of you for having the other, and I hated myself for it. What kind of sick friend was I, to be selfish enough to not only desire one of you, but both of you at the same time?” You shake your head, wishing that it could be enough to remove the feelings from your heart that you had been clinging onto for so long. “When you left, I missed you. I thought it would go away. I hoped it would go away. Who else would be stupid enough to love the people who abandoned them?” 

The words pour from your mouth, acidic with your pain and despair. “Why wasn’t I good enough for you two? Why was it so easy for you to move on, while I was stuck here wasting away? Was it really that hard for me to be loved by you? I was there too!” 

“Darling,” Suguru says, stumbling over the syllables of his words. “You loved us?” 

You have to fight the visceral urge to slap him across his painfully beautiful face. “That’s what you took away from this?” 

“I dreamed of this for so long,” Satoru tells you roughly, delicate fingers tilting up your chin. An interviewer had once said that Satoru’s eyes seemed so cold and distant. You feel like he was trying to burn you alive as he examines you. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“Are both of you out of your mind?” you snap, rearing back. Satoru’s resulting chuckle floods your face with heat as he gives you a lazy, predatory smile. “Only for you, sweetheart.” 

“What Satoru is trying to say,” Suguru interjects, dazed, “is that we didn’t think you felt the same way.” Same way? You feel lightheaded, as if you’re not quite there. Same way? 

He continues on as Satoru leans against the wall, content to watch your reactions. “I, we, just assumed that you…I don’t know. We…” 

“How could I not?” you ask, voice breaking. “How could I not love both of you?” 

Before you can even react, Satoru is surging towards you, arms pressing you closer into his body as he holds you tightly. “You mean it?” he asks, voice uncharacteristically desperate. Needy for you, as he greedily savors the feeling of you in his arms. You can only nod, one hand twisting into the back of his sweater as you bury yourself into the slight hollow where his collarbone meets his shoulder. 

“Please,” Suguru breathes, taking your hand into his, rough fingers curling around the back of your hand as he strokes your palm with his thumb. “I know things aren’t going to be the same. We’re okay with that, we just…” He swallows, thickly, before pushing forward. “We just want to make things right, take things slow, and maybe then you can learn to love us again.” 

Gently, you pull yourself away from Satoru’s grasp. “It’ll be hard,” you admit, tugging Suguru up off the floor and towards you. “But, we’ll make it through.” A slight smile tugs on your lips, the sincerity bleeding through into the softness of your eyes. “Besides, I don’t need to learn how to love you two again.” 

“Especially because I never stopped.” 

Later, you’ll realize the depth of the Gojo’s betrayal to their son. Later, there will be just as many kisses as there are tears, plans to be made, and boxes to be packed. But for now, all you can feel is the overwhelming warmth in your heart as you finally allow yourself to be hugged by two of the people you adored most in the world. 

Welcome home. I love you. 

#haerinwrites #idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x geto x reader #suguru x reader x satoru #satosugu x reader #jjk x you #jjk angst

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

An idea popped up in my head, so basically, the reader is very powerful in hell, like extremely powerful she's more powerful than overlords, lucifer, and even angels in which nobody in hell nor heaven has ever seen before. She's very cold-hearted and manipulative and seductive, but she likes to play hard to get. She believes in redemption, and it is possible on others, but herself doesn't want to be redeemed. Every person in hell is scared of the reader and the raw power, but her love interests are very fascinated by the reader and their power. Can someone please write this for me please 🙏 😭 😢.

Personality: cold-hearted but nice to people she likes, has a connection with, gets easily bored by things, doesn't like when people touch her, seductive, charming, vengeful, sarcastic, confident but not cocky, very scary when pushes to the limit, quiet but observant, manipulative, intelligent, sadistic, and has power that no one has ever seen before and can take down sown anyone without touching them within a blink of an eye, a bit sadistic.

Likes: finer things in life, cats, being quiet, music,being feared, dark colors, seeing people fight and kill each other, modern technology and old/outdated technology, red wine, alone time,flirting, blood, smoking, killing people, expensive things, the rain, coffee.

Dislikes: annoying people, people with no self-respect, dumb people, being told what to do, people invading her personal space, clowns, anything messy, beer, sports, people who have no goals, light colors, sensitive people, anyone disrespecting her, lazy people, country music, fake people, people who talk to much, people with no manners, abusers.

Sexuality: Bisexual

#hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #black!reader #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie x reader

[linnienin]

💄A S T E R O I D ⁕ S I R E N E ⁕(1009)💄 through the signs and degrees

Disclaimer: Take what resonates. I'm not a professional astrologer, i just am an avid researcher and i use my personal experience when writing my posts (Also, pls, don't copy my work, i spend lot of time on it, thanks)

Hello beautiful souls!

I'm back with another post on a very requested asteroid 💜

A lot of you asked me about Asteroid Sirene and how it manifests in a birth chart, and initially i answered singularly, but the requests started to get out of hand a bit for me, so i decided to create a whole post on this asteroid in different signs/aspecting different planets

I have planned other posts on this asteroid but for now I..

Hope you enjoy it!

W H A T ⁕ I S ⁕ A ⁕ S I R E N ?

⁕ In Greek mythology, sirens are humanlike beings with alluring voices

Initially descripted as half human half birds then as "sea-girls with the body of a maiden, but have scaly fishes' tails"

⁕ Etymology of the name meaning: "binder, entangler" i.e. one who binds or entangles through magic song.

This could be connected to the famous scene of Odysseus being bound to the mast of his ship, in order to resist the sirens' song.

M Y ⁕ I N T E R P R E T A T I O N :

I want to make clear that this is just my view and thoughts on this asteroid and if you know a trusted source on its meaning please link it down below, i'd be very grateful 🙏

To me Asteroid Sirene (1009) has a similar energy to Lilith but it isn't as raw and destructive, it's indeed more controlled and patient. Lilith is warm blooded while Siren is cold blooded. In our birth charts it can shows where we can become manipulative, turn to our dark side and take what we want with strategy, seduction and mischeviousness.

It can also describe our seductive aura, or how we attract and magnetize others with charm (this can be both conscious or subconscious, depending on how in tune you are with yourself, and also can depend on which sign or house you have this asteroid in)

So, are you interested in knowing how you emanate this irresistible appeal?

Keep reading 💄

S I R E N E ⁕ T H R O U G H ⁕ T H E ⁕ S I G N S :

⁕ Aries/aspecting Mars/1°,13°,25°: Bold, assertive and fearless. Doesn't matter if the rest of their chart has quiet,cutie poofie placements, when asteroid Sirene gets activated these natives becomes confident queens/kings and knows how to defend themselves. They don't lose time to get what they want, they get straight to the point and they know they didn't come to play but to win. Their seductive charm lays in how confidently they carry themselves, people see these natives as natural leaders and warriors. They carry a powerful and intense aura you just can't ignore, the types that dare to do or say things that should't be done or said (but coming from them they sounds so cool gosh). Their facial espressions are intense and animated, and draws people in.

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⁕ Taurus/aspecting Venus/2°,14°,26°: The walking sleeping beauty (lmao is she sleepwalking?). Jokes aside, here you can see how unaware these people are of their allure, and this is part of their charm too. They have such a calming and indifferent aura that makes everyone comfortable around them, and people get obsessed by this feeling of peace these natives exude that they can't have enough of. Usually they are the silent type of "Sirene", it's kind of a dormant feature in them. They are very sensual in their mannerism, and if they get to the point of being aware of how powerful they are well, it's the end of the game. They can seduce EVERYONE with their touch. The Queen Mida (oh yeah and they want that gold) 👀

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⁕ Gemini/aspecting Mercury/3°,15°,27°: Everyone's fling. Such a flirty aura. They're very smart and intellectual, and everyone find them extremely interesting, so they automatically are drawn in because they want to know more (and some people will desperately show off to get their attention, it's insane). They can get quite some hidden envy from others because of how witty they can be. These people have a way with words, when they speak everyone else shut down to listen to them. I find having Sirene asteroid in Gemini is very similar to being a Siren/Mermaid how it's described in mythology, they are very cunning when they want to, know how to play games with other's minds, they are very good at putting masks on and turn the cards in their favours. (Also, the ability of sirens to change their body features reminds me a lot of Loki in Northern Mythology which happens to be associated with Mercury) They're the true puppet master and they know it. They have light and quick movements. One minute they're near you, the next one they disappeared from your view, and this is extremely fascinating to people. It's like they can't catch them even if they try so hard.

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⁕ Cancer/aspecting Moon/4°,16°,28°: I think of these natives as the spy who pretend to play the damsel in distress, portrayed in old hollywood movies. Don't be fooled by their cute acting. They're actually quite good manipulators. People love how inviting they feel, so warm and nurturing, they have a healing aura to them. These natives makes other people feel like they need to protect them from the dangers of others. I think Sirene in Cancer can be naive at first, especially when inexperienced, but when they get their heart broken oh boy. If Gemini was the master at mind manipulation, Cancer is the master at emotional manipulation. Overall these natives can be pretty unaware of their behaviour, sometimes getting overwhelmed by their emotions, but they can also be one of the most destructive people ever when activating the Sirene energy(both to others and themselves) if they aren't in control of it.

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⁕ Leo/aspecting Sun/5°,17°,29°: OOOOH those hip swings, you can recognize them instantly from just their catwalk, it's simply hypnotizing. These people take pride in their sensuality, and they know how to use it very well. You can't escape their attention if they have claimed you to be their prey. Another go getter like Aries, but not so in your face, because even if their focus is on what they want, they'd rather give ALL the signals until what they want comes to them. Very much like: i believe, i attract. Their charm is in the way they carry themselves, so wild and raw, a power of nature, these natives hair can play a huge part when when presenting themselves to the world. One of their game tecniques is the push-pull. They enjoy a good chasing, and it's also a way for them to test you if you're worthy of their time (yeah, they have big egos, so beware of that)

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⁕ Virgo/aspecting Mercury/6°,18°: The unattainable one. Like seriously, people get obsessed over conquering the heart of this person just because of their nitpickiness and because they are unavailable 24/7. Others can get obsessed over fantasizing on these natives and creating stereotipes when they didn't even shared a conversation in the first place like...this is some powerful stuff. They naturally look so put together, when they wear basics it looks hot on them. Their seduction way is showing how skilled and talented they are, they can literally do anything when they activate the Sirene energy, they get obsessed over a thing and practice until they have mastered it (coff coff, hello... low self esteem and need of appreciation from others 👀). However, once they get some potential suitors they lowkey refuse them like they don't need them anymore, lmao, this is what drives them craaaaazy, "you did all that stuff for mee and now you're walking away? " 👁👄👁 Lemme get some morreee.

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⁕ Libra/aspecting Venus/7°,19°: The too good to be true one. They put sooo much thought and intention and effort to present themselves that everyone can't help but look at them all the time. On top of this magnificent presentation add also a flirtatious and extroverted personality that pleases literally everyone around them and BOOM, you can't excape the trap of falling for them. They have a gracious and light aura, great posture and poise, literally princesses/princes. They truly feel like royalty, they also have this natural rich people vibe if you know what i mean. The best at getting what they want in social settings, can have a very innocent vibe that people love. People pleasing is their tecnique to get what they're after. They are one of the most seductive signs in this asteroid, but they're kinda unaware of it. I mean, sure, they know they're pretty but they don't know how many hearts they rob. Even strangers gets captivated by their charming presence, most likely to have suitors telling them "it was love at first sight".

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⁕ Scorpio/aspecting Pluto/8°,20°: Heavy aura, attracts anything without even trying. They know how to make an entrance (Leos too, but Scorpios are much more subtle, and still, they get so much attention). People automatically throws themselves at these natives, all it takes is a glance and a little smirk and they living magnets. These people holds the throphy for being the MOST seductive of all the Sirene asteroid's signs . There's just something so intoxicating about them, you can't not get obsessed with them. They are the ones that has to be particularly careful of their aura because they are in this energy all the time and they attract a lot of stalkers, obsessive people, so these are (and should be) the natives that should have firm and clear boundaries. They'll find themselves stepping down at times just to calm this powerful magnetizing field around them, especially if they don't like the spotlight, but if the rest of the chart has placements that like to be the center of attention, this is surely a bombshell placement (watch out for the immense envy/jealousy from others)

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⁕ Sagittarius/aspecting Jupiter/9°,21°: Their spontaneity is contagious. They're hot and cool, and know how to talk to people. Give them a night and they will befriend literally everyone at the party, and will reap so many opportunities out of nowhere. A favourite of the masses. Sometimes they can be a little loud and can get envy/jealousy from others, probably because of a rigid opinion they have, but they surely know how to play with it, telling jokes and conquering again the trust of those that didn't like them. They have such a careless and free spirit that they literally live day by day, without worrying much about the future, and people find this extremey hot. This placement is one of the most underrated one in terms of seduction, honestly when researching for this asteroid i found many siren-like women in our history that had/have Sirene in this sign, and i think it makes sense thinking about it, because Sirens are in their natural habitat out in the wild, so there's a sense of familiarity between the native and the raw energy of Sirens.

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⁕ Capricorn/aspecting Saturn/10°,22°: The strategic and cold diva. People cannot enter their inner world and their vulnerabilities and this drives them mad and obsessed over knowing what's behind the mask. Can embrace their seductive charm later in life (probably from their 30s on). I have noticed these natives can have strong facial features that are difficult to forget. Attracts wealthy suitors, or will use their seduction to attract opportunity to get into power positions. They have an authoritative and mature aura, slow but decisive movements, can be intimidating to others, big D energy. Demanding of others and themselves. Calculating every move they make, good at getting the favour of those in charge. Could find themselves attracted to older/more mature people or they could attract them a lot. Intense, can be similar to Scorpio Sirene, but people are much more wary when approaching them (this is why usually older people are attracted to these natives, because they give off the vibe of knowing what they want)

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⁕ Aquarius/aspecting Uranus/11°,23°: The one that to seduce just have to be authentic and nonchalant. Weird in a cool way, they catch people's attentions without even knowing, but just doing their thing. Their independence and uniqueness are their strong seduction charms. They're pretty unaware of their appeal because they don't even care about seduction in the first place, they have other things that go onto their mind. Their authenticity and disinterest may not attract many suitors, but the ones that get attracted by them are genuine and shares similarities to them, so they might find even THE ONE with this non-method-method. If they're interested in seducing, they might use very peculiar and unconventional ways to do so.

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⁕ Pisces/aspecting Neptune/12°,24°: The innocent mysterious person everyone is secretly obsessed with. People will find themselves having wild fantasies on this person and not even knowing why. The way they walk and talk is smooth and divine, like they have a light surrounding themselves. Their eyes always seem to wonder around, like they're never in the present moment, and this fascinates people a lot. If they make eye contact when talking to you or listening to you, they will hypotize you 100%, even if they're not really listening or are having other thoughts. There's just something so enchanting and special about their eyes, also, often these people will have unique eyes or stunning shapes/colours (ex. Liz Taylor has Sirene in Pisces and she is known for having one of the rarest world's eye colour, purple). The least aware of their Sirene charm of all the signs.

M o r e ⁕ o b s e r v a t i o n s:

Water sirene: innocent and wandering eyes

smooth and relaxing voices

Fire sirene: fierce and sexy eyes

clear and powerful voices

Air sirene: playful and flirty eyes

high pitched, unique and chameleon voices (good at changing their tone depending on the situation)

Earth sirene: sweet and calm eyes

deep and warm voices

And you've reached the end of this post! 💄

I hope you enjoyed it, i kinda wanted to include the houses too, but i think it'd been way too long to digest, so stay tuned for another post on Sirene in the houses

Edit: I published Sirene in the houses too! Click below to read the post (i also included Celebs examples)✨

I wish you all a wonderful day ahead! ✨

Yours,

Linnie

#astro observations #astro notes #asteroid sirene #sirene asteroid #asteroid sirene through the signs

[hellfire-fist]

Bad bitches will never get tired of Thriller Bark! ZoLu

It's redundant at this point but idgaf. Zoro LITERALLY takes Luffy's pain AND suffering. Do you guys know how fucking raw and intimate that is???? Zoro might just be the only one to ever get this close to Luffy. To know somebody's pain, the physical and the intangible. Kuma gives him a taste of it and he screamed like he was being tortured. Imagine how it must have felt when he took the whole thing. Imagine what he must have thought!?!? Oh God 😭

it's no wonder why Zoro's whole demeanor and treatment of Luffy is so vastly different from how he treats the others. He knows Luffy inside and out. That's why he's even more in tune with Luffy's emotions after that arc.

Some people complain about Zoro never smiling that much anymore, and I truly think knowing Luffy's pain is the biggest factor. It's why he's so damn protective of him.

This is why Zoro must and is the perfect partner for Luffy. Not only was he able to put himself in his Captain's shoes and survive it; he's also the only one that can protect him in this manner. That being said, I will always be curious to how Luffy would react to Zoro's sacrifice, Ik the point is for him to never know but STILL. I want to know. How would Oda write that?

#zolu #one piece #zoro #luffy #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #zoro x luffy #otp #thriller bark

[querenciasturniolo]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (: I’m so happy your requests are open again I have had a idea for so long now and it’s about y / n and Chris but they were friends into lovers but Matt likes y / n too and they argue over her until she picks Chris in the end!!

choose ⮕ c.s.

word count: 865

warnings: angst, swearing, arguing, mentions of violence

summary: request

a/n: oddly enough, this was EXTREMELY similar to a chapter fic idea i had a while back LMAOOOO. this was really fun to write, bc i’m not too used to writing angst🙏🏻 i changed it a little bit 🤏🏻 this is very edward vs jacob esque and that’s so funny to me LMAOOO

p.s. i know this wouldn’t actually happen, please take the disclaimer below to heart.

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Back up.”

You’d only been in the house for a few minutes, and the sight before you had your eyes widening and your jaw dropping. Matt and Chris were almost nose to nose, their eyes boring into one another’s.

“Guys.” You whispered, neither of them moved. Chris spoke again, his teeth grit together with each word.

“Matt, back the fuck up.”

Matt’s jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving Chris’ as he took a step back.

“Why don’t we let her settle this?” Matt said. You’d never heard their voices sound so full of hatred towards one another, your heart pounded in your chest as you looked between the two of them.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, your voice finally breaking past a whisper and catching their attention.

Chris’ gaze met yours first, your chest aching at the sight of his red rimmed eyes. “Do you love me?” He asked. You took a step back, feeling as though you’d been punched in the gut.

“Of course I do, I love you both—“

“No.” Chris said, his voice gravelly as he inhaled sharply. “Do you love me?”

The change in emphasis had your head spinning as a million thoughts raced through your mind.

“I-I don’t understand.” You said.

Matt scoffed next to him, and Chris whipped his head towards him immediately and took a step towards him. He shoved Matt, hard, and a gasp left your lips as you rushed forward.

“Don’t think I won’t kick the shit out of you, keep your fucking mouth shut.” He snarled. Before you could ask them what the hell their problems were, Chris spoke again.

“You always get everything you want, why couldn’t you just leave it be and let me have something?!”

You hated when Chris raised his voice, especially with so much emotion that it cracked at the end. Matt’s face was set, his teeth gritting together as he spoke.

“You think I wanted this?! I can’t control the way I feel any more than you can!” Matt shouted, his hands coming up to shove at Chris’ chest.

Chris barely moved as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh fuck off, you knew how I felt about her the moment we met her. You just had to get in the way of that, just like every other fucking thing.”

“God, you’re such a fucking baby, you know that?” Matt spat.

Chris shoved Matt against the table, hard enough to knock it back a few inches.

“Stop!” You shouted, getting between the two of them and shoving Chris back. “All of this over a fucking girl? Get the fuck over yourselves, what the hell is going on?!” Your throat felt raw as you looked between them. They didn’t have to explain, realization hit you the moment you saw their eyes, and your heart sank.

“Wait.” You mumbled, shaking your head and finally meeting Chris’ eyes. “That’s what you meant? When you asked if I loved you?”

Chris swallowed and nodded. Your eyes shifted to Matt, who was staring at the floor. “And you?” You asked. His eyes met your gaze, and it was all the answer you needed.

You sighed and looked down at the floor.

“Look.” You started, your eyes meeting Chris’. He looked so broken, so angry and so disheveled that you could barely speak past the knot in your throat. “Of course I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, but…”

Chris closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I can’t choose between the two of you, I refuse to gain love and lose a friend.” You said, your eyes meeting Matt’s on the last word. His jaw clenched and he nodded. Matt pushed himself off of the edge of the table and took a step back.

“Choose him.” He mumbled, his eyes on the floor as he turned and walked towards his bedroom.

You watched him retreat to his room and winced when the door latched. Your eyes met Chris’, your cheeks burning when you realized he’d been looking at you the entire time.

“You love me?” He repeated. You nodded once and took a deep breath, barely opening your mouth before he interrupted you. “But you still won’t choose me.”

Tears pooled in your eyes as you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His hand rested on the back of your neck, and before you could process it, he turned your head and his lips were pressed to yours.

You expected the kiss to be rough, angry, but it was the exact opposite. The kiss was soft, so full of emotion that you couldn’t help the soft sob that left your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him fully. His arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you impossibly closer to him, a soft sigh leaving his nose as he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

You sniffled and pulled away completely, not even looking at him as you walked towards the door.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, Chris’ sniffling drowning out your words as you took each step and finally walked out the door.

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[saturnbellfromhell]

THE MOON

My favorite "planet'' to seek out in somebody's natal chart. It's my favorite for a reason of course, showing what makes us safe, grounded, subconsciously ill or better, the relationship with our mothers, our fears, our soft side underneath that rigid shell.

🟦 One of the two lunars in astrology, shining light at the darkest and deepest waters. People always think how the Sun is so important (which I'm not saying it isn't), but for some reason the moon has it's secrets...it's depths that need to be unraveled. It has this spice of mystery, this picture of a naked soul we so desperately try to avoid.

In my humble opinion, the Moon has more power than the Sun (the ego, self) since the Moon is all about raw emotions and something you cannot mask most of the time.

🟦 The moons master is of course the water sign Cancer. Cancerian energy is all about safety. Cancers roam the shores, making sure they don't get caught for dinner. They move around in a zig-zag manner, meaning nothing is head on and everything and I mean EVERYTHING is thought threw. One wrong move and it's over for the shielded Cancer. They really are scared to go away, see new things since safety is always a question. The moment the get their tiny claws on a home in the rocks, they stay. Finally peace! Because of this we can say Cancers are very intuitive aswell, knowing when and how to come up from the cave, even though they can't really move their head to see above. They have to trust their instincts and follow their heart!

🟦 Cancer also represents the Mother, the womb, motherly instincts, security, emotional depth, the Home, nurture, children.

🟦 Interesting fact that I've learned is if you don't feel like your Sun sign, look at your SECT. Meaning you have to find out is your chart is a DAY or NIGHT CHART. If the sun is in the bottom half of your chart,you have a night chart and if it's in the top half, that's right, you're a day chart than. So when you're chart is a day chart you gravitate more to the energy of the Sun and if you have a night chart the energy of the moon feels more like home! Even though it doesn't have to be that way. Also looking at the placement of your moon will indicate the intensity of this planet.

For example Moon in the 1, 8 or 12 house is on another level of intensity.

🟦 Moon also rules the 5th house. To put it shortly the 5th house is all about comfort, family and the Home. It also represents our maternal figure, our inheritance threw our ancestors, children, tradition, emotions.

Let's begin my astro observations for the moon, shall we? I'll write down some of my observations about signs and placements for the Moon!

🌙 Aries moons in my opinion have a hard time with managing their emotions, especially rage.

🌙 Taurus moons can be quite grounded in reality but very fixed on their emotions. Very stubborn about how they feel. Also, can be the jealous type. They are homebodies and introverts if they don't have a lot of fire/air energy in their chart.

🌙 Cancer moons are so complex to me. Even though they are at home with their sign they can be the kindest person ever or the most manipulating creature to have walked the earth. I see a lot of trouble with cancer moons in men, since cancer is a feminine sign, so if they constitley reject their feminine side...all hell will break loose. I've also noticed cancer moons hate working, they just want to stay home, watch TV and snuggle up in their blankey. They are the one's to be stressed out when they come back home, but after a while they acclimate to their familiar surroundings. They love a home-cooked meal aswell!

🌙 Moon in 8th house people always dabble in drugs. They are very found of psychedelics most of the time. Not big alcohol drinkers tbh. They are the people others are fascinated with and want to drain the soul out of them. 8th house mooners watch out for energy vampires and people who come to you only in rough patches. Be selfish, be raw. Protect your being and time.

🌙 Scorpio moooooons, my absolute favorite of the bunch. They have this psycho look in their eyes filled with mystery. They can be very vengeful and secretive at times, just don't double cross them. They love to test people's loyalty to see how long they will stay. A scorpio moon isn't gonna fold just like that, because once they do they don't get over you for a very very very long time. Especially if their chart is predominantly water. They love making you feel special and putting you on a pedestal. For me, Scorpio moons know what intense love is and for that I'm very jealous.

🌙 Moon in the 12th house can be a rough placement, but it does come with positive traits. 12th house natives know they are a little bit weird and crazy some days. They are prone to drugs and alcohol, mental issues and radical emotional changes in life, but at the sam time they feel everything from everyone. Huge empaths, can be kinda psychic. They really hold so much power, but beware of bad people trying to bring you down a dark path. Also, side note, if you have a 12 house moon, your mom also has it if you're a girl....go check it out.

🌙 Aquarius moons are weird, to put it shortly. They can smell what others feel but they don't really care. They have a hard time letting people in and even processing their own emotions. They also can seem selfish, but it's just because they don't feel emotions really deep. When there closed off from you, it's going to stay that way. Can be manipulative if they have a lot of air/water in their chart.

🌙 Moon in the 11 house love hanging out with the "underdogs" of society. They really want the misfits to come together and relate.

🌙 Sag moons have a reputation for cheating, but I don't really believe in it. They are fuckboys, don't get me wrong but once they find their person, it's over and done. They do like air/fire moons because they need space. Earth moons are to methodical for them and water signs are too clingy....and if the other person has venus/mars in water it's a no go most of the time. Sorry.

🌙 Cancer in the 4 house like their boobies touched/kissed. Since Cancer does also rule over the breasts!

🌙 Pisces moons, damn. They are something, let me tell you. Delusional as fuck about love/romance that's for sure. They always want to be the shrink to all the friends. Pisces moons are the ones to go missing in the middle of the party, only for you to find out they've gone for a 3 hour walk because they wanted to be alone. They enjoy reading, art and are such softies.

🌙 Capricorn moons need some water in their chart, otherwise they are fucking rocks.

🌙 Moon in the 1 house give the native such a cute appearance. So pure and humble in my opinion.

#astrology #moon in 12th house #cancer #5th house #cancerian #water signs #cap moon #aries moon #8th house #astro observations

[greenandsorrow]

What once was.

the secret history fanfic

"One likes to think there's something in it, that old platitude amor vincit omnia. But if I've learned one thing in my short sad life, it is that that particular platitude is a lie. Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool."

I'm a fool... Richard was right. Love has the power to conquer many things, it can make the shy act brave and the brave act shy, but it cannot conquer death. I used to think Henry could not be conquered by neither love or death. I such was a fool.

Author's note 🦋

This story will be very self indulgent and maybe not for everyone! I am aware that the characters of the book aren't meant to be romanticised and I'm also aware of all the elitism and pretense that's portrayed in the book, but I still love it. If you love it too, you'll excuse me, I know it.🏛️🍂☕

No Bacchanal will take place in this fic. The characters will still be messed up, but not guilty of murder. Richard won't be the narrator. Another mention, this is Henry centred!

The Secret History left a big impression on me when I first read it (I've read it three times so far) because: I) I'm greek, live in Greece & speak greek, II) during high school I had to study ancient greek and latin too death 3) I am have a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

I hope you'll like my attempt at inserting a new character. Obviously, this isn't even trying to compare to Donna Tart's exquisite talent, it's just fanfiction.

Next chapter will come out during summertime. That's just an introduction. I'm a bit insecure about writing something I aspire to be a bit more "serious", especially when it comes to my use of the English language, but it's fine I guess.

The title is basically "What once was" by Her's.

My OC, Rita, is definitely my shameless self insert. I didn't want to make her flawless, without any negative traits. I also wanted to explore the contradiction between a raw, almost bohemian person against Henry's perfectionistic and almost non-human at times personality. Rita is genuine, she is simple but in a complicated way (like all of us). She shares the same passion of the ancient world with her classmates, but not in their flamboyant manner. In a way it's her heritage, Plato, Homer & the twelve Gods of Olympus, but she embraces the fact in a grounded way, not in an obsessive one.

Just like the title is inspired by a song, so is Henry & Rita's backstory. The childhood I'll be referring to is inspired by Taylor Swift's song "seven". You don't have to be a Swiftie to enjoy this fic, but do listen to the song. It describes the purity of childhood friendships. Childhood friends that get separated for years only to find each other by chance (or fate) is all the information you need for now.

Warnings; possibility of smut/ nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma and abandonment, triggering themes in general, physical injuries, mental issues, self harm, homophobic people from the 80's, some cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that might have to do with death, pov changes

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[dragonsrfire]

THOUGHTS? DEAD POET'S SOCIETY EDITION

Just thoughts I wanted to get out there

So Dead Poet's Society? Right? Now that I think of it was a film that came out when my dad was in his like late teens (technically he was around the same age as some of the cast). And somehow this film - made and released during their time has been one that resonated with the next generation? I am looking at the film and thinking, and I couldn't help but wonder.

I am not talking specifically about the aesthetic or anything but namely how this one film was definitely not made for my demographic. However - 35 or so years later I read a post here or come across a playlist or an edit or a series of head canons - I see how much this single film has impacted generations who came after.

I relate to this film on a very personal level (put the shipping factors aside). I remember watching scenes with Neil and I could almost recall having similar conversations in life and I had to take a step back and think as to why I wanted to block this film out for a while. I resonated with Todd as a writer but also as someone who had a very similar experience (shy - lack of confidence - but one who found their people). Other than that there were relationships within the story that made me look back at the ones I have and had and all that I am grateful for.

Also as a coming of age film I feel like it is one of the most realistic ones out there. The themes and the extremely bittersweet ending are raw and it hit me like a pile of bricks. The fact that they fell apart because of the things they loved - the heart of the group not being there made things drift apart - and those dreamers and poets who speak out are the ones to leave behind a deeply flawed system (and the cause and reason and leaving is depicted in extremely sad ways - they might give up on everything - or be kicked out for what they believed in - or carry extreme guilt for the rest of their lives) - There are those who fall in love and the ones that betray you and all of that can happen in just a few month. Things that took years to build like friendships and fellowships can crumble because of something external and all you believed in might not fix that.

(Also something weird just jog my memory if I am wrong but throughout the film these three use O Captain, My Captain - and its all in important moments - The last one to use it is Todd - Which I just think just captures his growth - he's taken up the confidence brought by two of his closest friends and a teacher who changed his life for at least a small fraction in time)

I had a few teachers in my life like Keating. They are the reason I never gave up on writing or doing things I love. They gave me reason to believe that I had something small I could put to use - I had a teacher who taught me at 14 who told me to never give up writing and another teacher who told me to continue writing poetry - another who showed to me that I should continue to fall in love with reading - another who showed me that the world was beyond the academics (as I studied classics - it was far more than that cookie cutter stereotype) - Also Keating as a teacher who actually listens - who is there to guide and help the boxes that literally hold students in uniformity

I don't know why - and how a film from the past can have such an impact on me in the 21st century - Very few films have impacted me in this manner and most of the films that have impacted me in that way were released in my lifetime. That being said I think myself lucky to have this to go back to. The film is a cathartic ritual of living, laughing in the moment and weeping and crying afterwards.

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society #film discussion #film discourse #ilovedeadpoetssociety #nostalgia #Ilovethisfilm #realism #happinessandheartbreak #comingofage #angst #happiness #neilperry #toddanderson #johnkeating #charlie dalton #stevenmeeks

[ingek73]

‘In the manner of a Hallmark movie, Diana is marked for death at every turn – you know, just in case you are unaware of the fate of the most famous woman in the world and have forgotten the frenzy of grief that gripped the country thereafter. She is, in The Crown’s telling of it, a virtual saint: see her talk about landmines! See her play normal middle-class games with her beloved boys! See her fall in love with sweet Dodi Fayed! See her furrowed brow as she takes the sensible advice of her therapist on board and pledges to start a new life as soon as she gets home from Paris and away from these villainous paparazzi who are following her into this tunnel! And thus the postmortem convulsions of an entire country are presented as no more than her due. By the time she has called William and Harry, the point has been so laboured that this is the last communication they will have with their mother that there might as well be a news ticker along the bottom of the screen screaming in capitals “TUNNEL COMING! SHE GONNA DIE SO BAD!”

And yet the worst is still to come: after her death, Ghost Diana appears to Prince Charles and then to the Queen as a kind of ministering angel, illuminating for them the way and the light and the best way of tending to the mood of the people, to whose every individual heart she has always had a direct hotline. She thanks Charles “for being so raw, broken and handsome” in the hospital when he saw her body. “I’ll take that with me,” she adds. My notes at this point are indecipherable, which is just as well, as I suspect what they say would be unprintable. By the time Ghost Diana takes the Queen’s hand and gently whispers “You’ve always shown us what it meant to be British. Maybe it’s time to learn, too”, and prompts her to cave in to the headline’s demand to “Show us you care, Ma’am”, I am having quite the out-of-body experience myself.

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#the crown #the crown spoilers #the crown season 6 #princess diana #queen elizabeth ii #prince charles

[lanatusnebula]

Thinking about Reploids...

Caver Kanger Mouse's presence around a human at their time of death ends up becoming the main thing that sets off his descent. Pulled into the court where they label the more politically charged reploids as potential mavericks, he had to plead to those above him not to blame him for the accident. (It was a cave-in tbh)

While right in that he was innocent from harming a human, the manner of which he still broke a law of robotics was clear - "A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm." He has a problem with processing risk, which is part of his abilities as a cave spelunking assistant. The risk was too great, and rather than stopping the human from advancing into the cave, froze out of "fear". (emotions in reploids was still new at this time - something that is never really explained in the series is how each reploid responds to feeling emotions for the first time, as none of them are ever given the chance to experiment with these things as infants, since they never *are* infants).

I'd imagine that the earlier models made based on X's schematics are not as tweaked as the ones we see later in the actual game entries. This is all functioning under the assumption that robots in Megaman's time were simply emulating emotions in order to properly communicate with humans. But they were limited in what they could emulate. This presents the definitive line between X and Megaman - not just free speech, but true emotion. X functions under his own rules, and likely the Laws of Robotics, while Megaman functions in a semi-free manner under the orders of Dr. Light. I can't really explain it well because I'm extremely stupid, but the gist is - whatever Megaman felt was fake, whatever X felt is real.

Expecting a reploid, specifically an earlier model, to be able to handle raw emotions logically upon first being felt is a sort of story writing overstep. There's a lot of details in the games that suggest that replicated X's effectiveness in being as human as possible, is difficult or impossible. If they couldn't even create a reploid that could balance when wartime was necessary and when peace was the better option at this point in time, then there had to be some sort of evolution in how reploids handled emotions.

Zero's case specifically was unique. I don't think upon initial creation that he had the ability to feel and process emotions on the level of X. He might have! There are people who suggest that Zero's schematics are based on those stolen from Dr. Light (though I think I've seen his internals and they look pretty different...). Because we see Zero in Power Fighters 2, but not X, I'm unsure how true this is. There could very well be a situation where Zero and X were made separately with no real borrowing from each other, since we also know that Dr. Wily was equally as intelligent as Dr. Light.

I don't know. I don't like Classic Megaman LOL. It's all over the place so I'm just going based on the few games that actually did have plot (that I've played... somewhat.) I'm an old fogy (not as old as most Classic fans though) so my memory escapes me. Not trusting the wikis because I have seen some... things... that compromise its validity. (COUGH the mangas being suggested as canon ever COUGH)

ANYWAYS. Back to the reploid theories. They're advanced beings, but are flawed as they're creations of mankind. Like the robot masters before them, they likely had to undergo a series of improvements before they were considered viable as equals (in, what, MMZ?). As mentioned before, Zero's case is unique. There is a bit of a trope where a virus can rattle things in a machine's brain to give it emotions on par with humans (seen in Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door, Dramatical Muder, Cafe Enchante...). I think it's bizarre. However! If a stroke can cause a human to gain a talent they never had before, perhaps there's some validity in it. Let's say Zero was nothing smarter than a mechanaloid in terms of emotional intelligence. Let's say that Zero's programming was made in a way that fixed whatever problems Bass may have had (such as disobeying orders). The virus that was intentionally (???) included in Zero might have locked him to this sort of mental state.

So, really quickly, Bass was an interesting case. He was an asshole. A creation (I believe) entirely made by Dr. Wily, probably ripping off Megaman's designs, seemed to have more flexibility in his mental processes than Megaman did. He could get mad, he had an attitude, etc. He had only one command given to him by Dr. Wily - to destroy Megaman. But he did a lot of other things, didn't he? He showed a degree of jealousy and scorn at the idea that Dr. Wily had another project that he was working on (Power Fighters 2) and I think that says volumes. He's not created to mimic the experience of having a child. He's not made to be someone's friend. He's a killing machine who is for some reason giving his opinions. Opinions. Megaman's dialogue typically had a one-note feel about them from what I recall. "Fighting is not necessary" (really following Laws of Robotics 1 and 3), and "Wily you have gone too far!" (following Dr Light's direction to stop Wily). What would Dr. Wily have to order Bass to do in order to get him to act in the way that he typically did? One might suggest Protoman had a sense of emotion as well, but I think that logic is... moreso tied to the mangas which I am pretending do not exist for Classic or MMZ. He seemed confused and aimless, if anything.

So back to Zero. A creation of Wily's, released who knows when, in reference to when X was awakened from whatever sleep Dr. Light put him in. The timeline seems scrambled in the PSP remake of X1. We can assume Zero was found after X? Maybe? ???? Was he put into a slumber like X or was he going around the entire time, only stopping occasionally to recharge? We just don't know!

At least, I don't know.

Zero and X being the bases (in a way) for the reploids (replicated androids) that came after them left humanity in a state where they had a bunch of knockoff Gucci merchandise running around. Zero's brain, organically being rewritten by the virus... leaving... his mind? I don't know how that works - And X having been polished until a man died and somewhat after that allowed them to escape the complications that the modern day ripoff had. Neither of them were afflicted by close proximity to other infected reploids. The virus didn't seem like it ever really affected them. X5 suggested otherwise very slightly, but that situation had to be set up in a VERY specific manner in order to happen.

And then X dies and Zero outlives him and still never really gets the virus after that. Zero was old as actual shit and yet had more emotional stability than a reploid made a mere 10 years prior. (Then again Copy X was made by a mere child so of course it had issues) But MMZ reploid mentalities are a whole other can of worms.

For the sake of storytelling, I will assume that initial reploids had emotional stability problems. They either didn't feel enough or felt too much. The ones that felt too much and acted on the newly acquired "impulse" emotion are then set up to be great hosts for maverick viruses or political maverick statuses (I guess like Boomer Kawanger).

I lost track of what I was talking about.

#lana please shut up #text post #caver kanger mouse

[sencity]

heyyyy!! im frantically infatuated with your ocs and your writing style, so i’ve been thinking ab which idea would be best to request of you for a MINUTE

anyways, what about co-dependent! fem plus sized y/n (rlly specific ik 😭) with amunet. so y/n is always fishing for compliments and comments from amunet, memorizing her poems to surprise her and gain extra attention, asking her to help her with writing assignments or how to properly sharpen her kitchen knives (even when she doesn’t need help with these things). and on the more angsty side she would go without eating or bathing or leaving her room for a concerning amount of time just so amunet would be invasive and take care of her. that could be specifically when y/n fucks up and feels bad, like trying to repent or something. y/n could even blame it on someone she knows amunet doesn’t like, just to reassure herself that amunet still cares enough to write her a sonnet out of that persons blood.

i just wanna see a yandere be with someone who’s as needy, obsessive, impulsive and unstable as them. i’ll leave the thoughts to you if you have any smut ideas for this concept, ik you can figure that out all on your own… *eyes your smut*

OK THATS IT FOR NOW, PLEASE EXCUSE THE RAMBLE I JUST WANTED TO GIVE A GOOD DESCRIPTION. WRITE WHICHEVER GENRE, I JUST HOPE YOU LIKE THE THOUGHT..

and i did not word check this so rlly, dm if you’re confused ☠️

ykw, this would be interesting, seeing is y/n is practically all yandere for our wind goddess… it may get a little angsty, however, so brace yourself, cariño <3.

nightmare fuel: emotional manipulation (guilt-tripping, threats, + god complex if you squint hard enough), self-harm, murder, + suggestive themes.

ironically, yandere!poet wouldn’t be too interested in dependent!darling at first. as a possessive woman, it would be a turn off for you to be so dependent on everyone you come across. not only you seem easy, but it made her ponder about how many people you allowed to take advantage in your vulnerability. and yet, even after taking your needy nature into account, she still couldn’t make this fixation towards you dissipate. it’s difficult telling those pretty eyes and cherubic face no…

yandere!poet will always be there for you, whether if it’s sticking random motivational or flirtatious haikus around your house to uplift your spirits and insecurities or bestowing eternal wounds upon someone who dares give you a hard time without proper reason (even if the reason is valid they’ll still end up on a stretcher) she’ll be there! especially when you’re ill.

“usually it’s like i’m in my honeymoon with you every time you’re sick…” she would point out fondly, her tone resembling sweet, raw sugar canes that were watching the tides reside on a vacant beach. somehow, she knew that you were purposely getting sick just for her hands to scout your body meticulously, which she wanted to berate you for, but not in this state. not when you’re so vulnerable like putty in her palms.

she’s always inclined to cater to you however since she adores you so, so, so so much, especially when you beg her to finish mere tasks such as needing something on top of the fridge or cook simple dishes. there’s has been times where your requests turned out to be rather intimate hints. take the time when you politely begged asked her to zip your dress for you since the zipper was “too far.” how coy…

“mm, it’s broken, but you knew that already, didn’t you? are you truly in dire need of what i always have?” she would taunt you in a cheeky manner as her acrylic nail traveled down your pudgy rolls which was buttered with aloe vera gel. you’d of course give her a coy, breathless titter in return as frissons of pleasure scampered along your spine.

though, she knew that you will have to be trained soon, since dependent!darling tends to get a little manipulative when it comes to yandere!poet’s simple demands. she doesn’t see any cons to your neediness, but tampering with your physical health is where she draws the line. away for too long? you’ll find more ways to get sick knowing she would take care of you. too busy? hm, a minor injury should do the trick…

or you caught chasing attention elsewhere due to your impatience? on your knees beneath the blood-stained tiles, tear-kissed cheeks, and a livid lover glowering down at you with a disdainful look as if she wasn’t the one to demand you to drop down and apologize until her ears bled.

“you approach anyone with a pulse when i’m away. i’m your savior, damn it, my heartbeats should be memorized by now, prayers should be ringing…”

despite her tone being awfully calm and her touch being extremely careful as if she was handling fine china, her words didn’t compliment her actions in the slightest, which only induced your conflicted and worrisome state. your mind is raided with thoughts of her finally ridding you, even though you’re in a crab’s clutches.

you would think that the inanimate corpse nearby would have you bawling like this, but no…

"i need you to make only me essential, beloved.” she repeated herself, her tone a bit more strained as she listened to your slurred apologies that you were order to keep alive. “i need you to depend on only me like i'm your primary resource. do you understand? i'II have my soul engraved so deep in your memory. you'll forget how to even crawl without me. do i make myself clear?”

#sencity #✧︎︎ sen’s submission #tw: yandere #yandere #yandere concept #yandere headcanons #possessive #yandere x darling #female yandere #yandere poet #yandere female x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere content #yandere community #asks open #send asks #yandere x y/n #yandere x female reader #yandere x yandere #yandere quotes #yandere smut #yandere themes #obsessive behavior #obsessive love #god complex #emotional manipulation #yandere drabble #yandere female

[herbs-and-poultices]

A tiny re-written snippet for my OCs from forever ago, Part 1. (As usual for me, this seemingly simple scene is going to require multiple mini-installments, because I write veeery slowly and perpetually underestimate the length of things)

Scene summary: Aftermath of a not-fun encounter with a half-starved mountain lion in the middle of nowhere. 

Story summary: The Fire is dying, and someone must make the long and perilous journey through the mountains to the Place Where Worlds Meet, to receive the gift of Fire anew and bring it back to their people. It is the dead of winter, after a scarce year. The village, already ravaged by hunger and sickness, tries to strike a delicate balance between who can succeed and who they can spare. The chosen ones: childhood friends Raven and Sky. During the month-long trek there and back they face all manner of acute environmental perils, along with the ever-present threats of cold, hunger, and fatigue.

Important Notes:

Character ages: Somewhere between adolescence and young adulthood. They will both officially come of age in the spring, but I haven’t yet decided exactly what that age is in their society. Uncomfy? Don’t read.

Medical stuff: Going for hurt/comfort vibes rather than any sort of accuracy. Stickler? Don’t read.

Content Warnings: Blood and injury. I think that’s it.

Unimportant Note on writing conventions: Although present me has developed a preference for 3rd-person narration, I am sticking with younger me’s original 1st-person narration for now. It does make the pronouns easier, if nothing else.

“Sky?” Though it came out as a hoarse whisper, my voice sounded unnaturally loud in my ears, much like the rapid pounding of my heartbeat. A breath of wind through the hemlock needles was the only reply as I turned back towards him. “Sky!” 

He lay still, as he had fallen, thrown on his back with his limbs askew. The tilt of his head left his throat bare above the clasp of his cloak. A shiver ran up my spine, and my hand found its way unbidden to the back of my neck, where the bite of the mountain cat’s powerful jaws would have killed me instantly. Stunned, unconscious, dead, in the wavering moon-shadows I couldn’t discern.

I stumbled across the clearing. The uneven snow and the giddiness which follows a rush of fear-fueled strength made me unsteady on my feet. Pain which had been temporarily overwhelmed by the need to focus purely on survival pushed its way to the fore, blazing hot down my shoulder blade and back ribs. My back tightened with the jolt of each step, pulling at the raw seams of skin. A few times I nearly lost my balance; the reflexive jerk of my arms sent the muscles all across my back into spasms that tore deeper into the gashes of open flesh and I cried out, sparks dancing around the edges of my vision. 

When I drew within a few paces, I could hear the rasp of labored breathing, and I saw his eyelids flutter open and then squeeze tightly shut again, furrowing his brow. 

“Sky,” I breathed, torn between relief and a fresh wave of panic. “Are you…” I started out of habit, but the words dried in my mouth. What was there to ask? I had seen the creature’s curved claws gleaming white and chokeberry-red with the light of the full moon rising through the trees, each one sharp as a newly-honed knife; I had seen the spray of hot blood as they found their mark. The snow all through the clearing was churned up and stained black with it, and more showed in dark blotches on his torn cloak and tunic. I couldn’t tell, by the mottled gray light , how much of it was his - I and our assailant had both left our share. But I could smell it still welling up hot and fresh, a scent equal parts cloying and acrid that clung thickly to the back of my throat as I sank down at his side.

He acknowledged my presence with a tip of his head, eyes clear under half-raised lashes, but chose not to reply. I was grateful, in a way - words would have made it all even more real than it already was.

#winter journey OCs #my pen slipped #and slipped and slipped #friendly questions welcome #I know I haven't given these two a proper introduction

[meara-eldestofthemall]

Hello Bat-gran 👋.

What were the decisions, good and bad, made about writing Tim and Damian (and by extension others) that led us to having 2 Robins?

Is this a problem textually, or a problem with DC as a company?

Thank you for the great ask. What an excellent way to start 2024!

The blame for the two Robins can be laid firmly at the gnarly, ugly feet of DC. The Editorial Staff has a long, disturbing history of making staggeringly bad character decisions. Worse yet they seem to hire writers who make even worse storyline decisions. The Robins dilemma is a perfect example. Let me explain.

When Damian was first introduced he was supposed to end up as a villain. That’s why he was so darn unlikable at first. The writers wanted us to hate him and boy did they make it easy. Then DC did an abrupt about-face and decided to make Damian Robin. They shoved Tim Drake out of the cape into the Red Robin suit to make room for the new kid in a manner fans still dislike today. It did neither Tim or Damian any favors but only seemed to cement the divide among Robin fans.

Half of the fans loved Damian. He was like a miniature Wolverine; violent, raw and disrespectful in a way Robin had never been before. It was a completely new take on the character. The other half of fandom loathed him as Robin and really, really wanted Tim Drake to remain in the role. Tim was the everyman, the Peter Parker of the DC universe. He’d taken the role to new heights and people wanted him to stay. 

So DC did what they do best - the wrong thing. 

After the not-nearly-fast-enough death of the New-52, the Rebirth universe featured Damian as Robin and Tim as Red Robin but in his old Robin suit with an RR shuriken stuck on it. See! Tim isn’t Robin, he’s Red Robin!

DC changed Tim back to just Robin (and made him 16 again) right around the time Damian quit the role. The original storyline was to have Damian become an anti-hero if not a full blown villain. That ground work was laid during Damian’s Teen Titan run where he had the illicit prison. Tim was given a sharp update of the Robin suit (we will not talk about the whole “Drake” debacle) and was working with Bruce again. 

Then DC Bloodbath of 2020 happened and Dan Didio plus a lot of other employees were fired. The massive shake up Dido wanted to introduce (5G which would have seen most of the legacy characters sidelined) was gone as well.

DC had changed direction. Again.

Damian was back in as Robin but with a new costume. Tim was still Robin and came out as Bi. Unfortunately this only compounded all the old problems. 

While an excellent character, Damian simply does not work well as Robin with anyone but Dick Grayson as Batman. He and Bruce are forever at each other’s throats and, quite frankly, his character development is hobbled by being Robin. 

Tim not only works extremely well as Robin to Bruce’s Batman but darn well all by himself. He’s far too independent to be considered the traditional sidekick. But since he came out as Bi DC can’t move him out of the Robin mantle without facing potential backlash due to the message that move would send (Robin is too important to be “sullied” by having a queer person wearing the cape). 

DC’s unwillingness to plan for the long term, and stick to those plans, is how and why there are currently two Robins. DC’s inability to learn from past mistakes is why we’re going to have two Robins for the foreseeable future. Could I be wrong? Gosh, I hope so but after more than 50 years of following Batman and crew, I highly doubt it. 

[bi-bard]

It's Bloody and Raw, But I Swear It Is Sweet - Dick Grayson Imagine [Titans]

Title: It's Bloody and Raw, But I Swear It Is Sweet

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Based On: Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

Word Count: 876 words

Warning(s): violence, fighting, make-out

Summary: There's a theory that times of high stress may lead people to attribute their body's reaction to an attraction to another person rather than the event that caused said reaction. Maybe it was easier for Dick to believe that theory was the reason for his recent feelings. (Y/n) definitely doesn't buy that.

Author's Note: I fucking love this song.

Also, this feels really short, but I like it.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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The first time I met Batman's little sidekick, I was a little shocked.

I had been told that Batman was running around with some kid. The guy who showed up on that rooftop wasn't a kid. He was a full-grown man running around in a fancy suit.

"You must be Robin," I said. He didn't respond. "Okay, impolite."

"You're working for a career criminal."

"And I still haven't forgotten my manners," I replied. "You know that I can't let you get down there, don't you?"

After a moment of hesitation, Robin took off toward me.

I stepped to the side and grabbed his arm. I twisted it behind his back, only to be shoved backward. I regained my balance and chuckled at him.

"Finally, a little bit of fun," I commented.

I went to land a kick into his side, but he blocked it with his arms. I moved forward, grabbed the back of his neck, and shoved him behind me.

I grabbed a little gadget from my belt and threw it at him. I watched the ropes shoot out of it and wrap around Robin. He fell down where he was.

"It was nice meeting you," I said, skipping over to the edge. "See you around, Birdy!"

I made my way down without another word.

At the time, I thought that our interactions would be a form of entertainment for me. Someone to fight that actually could offer a fair match.

However, the more we met, the more my feelings were getting mixed.

I found myself noticing small, stupid things.

His hair seemed to always fall into perfect place when we saw each other. His eyes were a dark brown. They almost looked pitch black behind his little mask. He had a damn-near-perfect jawline. He'd let this little smirk form on his lips during our fights.

I started wondering if he noticed small things about me when we met.

My first hint that he may have, was months after the two of us had met.

I found Robin on a rooftop one night.

"Oh, surveillance," he jumped when he heard my voice. "Exciting."

He ignored me, turning around.

"Aw, I thought we were past the grumpy silence," I sighed, walking over. "I hope you know that you aren't gonna see anything."

"Why," he asked.

"Because that's a decoy delivery."

"What," he stood up suddenly, glaring at me.

"My boss isn't an idiot," I chuckled. "Some people can actually outsmart Batman and Birdy."

Robin swung at me. I ducked, landing a punch to his stomach before spinning around his back.

Before I knew what was happening, my back was being shoved again a wall. It was the small building that really only existed to protect the stairway onto the roof.

Robin had his hand wrapped around my neck.

I watched his eyes scan over me. There it was.

I chuckled before using his momentarily distracted state to grab his arm, twist it around his back, and shove him against the wall.

"Sorry, I'd entertain that little glint in your eye, but I've got a schedule to keep," I leaned in, so my lips brushed his ear. "Can't wait to see you again, Birdy."

I pressed a kiss to the spot just behind his ear before running off again, leaving him in whatever flustered and confused state he was in.

The flirting only continued to isolate from that point.

I couldn't hide it. I was attracted to that little sidekick. And I was pretty convinced that he was attracted to me, but just wouldn't admit it. To me or to himself.

That was okay. It may have been embarrassing to admit that you had feelings for the very person that you thought you were meant to hate.

After another few months, I found myself face-to-face with Robin again.

Yet another rooftop, yet another fight.

I was tired.

We had been fighting for so long. It was a lot of swinging and grunting. It was just dragging on for so long.

I managed to get the jump on Robin, knocking him down to the ground. He landed on his back with me straddling his waist.

We both froze in that position. He looked up at me with a shocked expression. I was studying his look. A smirk pulled at my lips.

I leaned down slowly.

My lips met his. The kiss itself was slow. Robin hesitated for a few moments but kissed me back before I could pull away. I grinned into the kiss and put a little more pressure into the kiss.

I felt his hands touch my sides. Out of instinct, I grabbed his wrists and pinned one on each side of his head. I chuckled against his lips but kept going regardless.

I only pulled away when I heard gunshots ringing out from nearby.

"See you around, Birdy," I whispered, pecking his lips one last time. "Maybe we could continue this next time."

I pushed myself up and ran to the edge of the roof. I jumped down. There was a moment where I waited there, just out of sight.

All I heard escape him after I left were two words: "Holy shit."

I bit my lip.

I really had Birdy right under my thumb.

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[2dmanlover]

Just read your Darius fic; loved it! Would you consider writing one for Draven?

yes! anon reads my mind pt. 1 :D

Reckoner | Draven x AFAB!Reader NSFW Oneshot

CW// violence, explicit sexual content, a teensy weensy bit of angst, degradation, mirror sex 😜, Draven is definitely an Andr*w T*te fan.

A/N- I didn't realize I had more than one ask LMAO I'll get to those ASAP. I might start writing mini fics for those bcos I really don't have that much time on my hands and I'm a slow ass writer.

Summary~ One thing you’ve never minded was attention. You loved the way people gawked at your raw skill and talent in the arena, but you never would have suspected it’d draw the attention of the fan favorite of these depraved shows and secretly your biggest crush, Draven. 

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You wiped the sweat that beaded on your brow, smearing dirt and blood onto your forehead. Your opponent locked eyes with you as he wiped your blood off his glaive, staining his soiled tunic. Through the white noise of the crowd, you could hear your heart thumping hard against your ribs. Whether it had been the adrenaline or the nerves, it was wholly undeniable. Despite your anxious thoughts, your ferocity and commanding demeanor never would have let it on. Even though you’d been actively bleeding out and denying the exhaustion that tried to grab hold of your body, you were determined to win this battle. However undefeated you may have been in street fights, the long winded, epic battles in the arena pushed you to the very edge of your mortality.  

You thought you’d play with the crowd; you flashed your pearly mink teeth at your contender before lashing your shiny chain whip. As the flail wrapped itself fast around his ankle, the masses erupted into applause. Swiftly, you yanked the whip back, simultaneously making your enemy fall flat on his ass and dragging him towards you. A cloud of dust shrouded the two of you briefly; when it dissipated, a remarkable sight was revealed. With your boot on his neck and your ruby dripping chain raised high in the air, the announcer called the fight. Your name boomed and echoed across the arena, washing over you as you came down from your adrenaline high.

Though you had been training for it for months, it was your first real fight in the Arena. In front of a crowd. In front of Draven. 

You seriously began to believe the only reason you had won was purely because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him. When you joined the Reckoners, Draven had been the best of the best, untouchable, frankly; just like every other girl in Noxus, you swooned for him.

“The reigning champion is here!” A loud, familiar voice called from behind you. You turned around with a dusting of pink across your face and a bashful smile. Draven flashed a vain grin. He leaned against the bar and very obviously looked you up and down. There was something about him that excused these otherwise disrespectful mannerisms of his. 

“And… This girl!” He laughed at his own joke. You elbowed him. “So, how does victory taste?”

“Well, now I won’t have to wonder what it’s like to be you” you gave a shot at stroking his ego.

“Aww. Don't be jealous! You’ll get there one day. After I die, of course,” he pinched your cheek and you playfully rolled your eyes. Even when you’re the one complimenting him, he still finds a way to flatter himself. 

“Yeah, yeah. Bite me” you feigned a bit of annoyance. 

“Woah! We are in public, babe!” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “But if you really want me to… Why don’t I take you home?” He whispered into your ear. The heat of his words burned your face and sent a shiver down your spine, lingering at your core. Oh, the things you can get away with when you’re Draven. 

You looked up at him, eyes wide in disbelief. It was like he was in your head, as he did everything you’ve fantasized about. He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger and gave you a peck on your parted lips. 

You leaned into it, bracing a hand on his chest. 

“Let’s go,” he whispered. 

Draven escorted you from the bar with an arm around your waist; patrons stared as the gleaming couple walked past them. 

His house was not far from the bustling main street of Noxus Prime, but the walk felt like an awkward, silent, eternity. Maybe not quite awkward to him, as you would assume he’s taking a new girl home every night. The assumption drew you into a spiral within your own head. 

Draven just wants to fuck; you’re not actually special. Just another bitch he’d kick out in the morning. 

“Welcome home,” Draven’s confident voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up at him; the conversation you had in your head was written all over your face. 

“Is something wrong?” Draven said quieter than you had ever heard him, putting his hands on your hips. His concern warmed you a little bit, quirking your lips into a soft smile. Little did you know, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away. 

“No, just thinking,” your voice was mellow. He gave you an affirming grin and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside. 

You stumbled over the threshold, giggling as he flicked on the lights. With a rough push, you were pressed against the door, shutting it behind you. The loud sound of the lock startled you; you simpered at your own jumpiness. 

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just oblivious?” His voice was thick with honey and the pale green of his eyes were almost entirely engulfed by his lustful pupils. 

You pouted your bottom lip and ran your hand down his front. Slowly dipping into the contours of his abs. 

“Hmm, don’t be so mean…” Your small voice and doe eyes lit a flame within him.

“Oh, you’re in for it now.” His fingers intertwined with yours and he smashed his lips against the pretty pink ones that formed a smirk on your face. 

Deft hands explored your body, admiring your curves. His hands were clumsy against you, but it felt like he knew exactly what he was doing. They’d settle on both sides of your ribcage, hugging the curve of your breasts. Though his hands stopped roaming, his mouth began. Biting and sucking purple blooms onto your pressure points. 

His thumb brushed over your nipple, sending a shock of pleasure through to your core. The air you sucked through your teeth came out in a sigh of his name. Draven took this as a sign to move it along. So he parted his mouth from your marked skin and picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

It was only a few achingly long steps to his bedroom, each moment built upon your anticipation. 

He threw you on to his bed, discarding his shirt and shoes, you crawled to the edge, kneeling just before his towering stature. The messy hair, flushed cheeks, and puffy bottom lip caught between your teeth looking up at him sent blood to his dick; he simply couldn’t wait any longer to fuck you stupid. 

“Don’t just sit there… You’ve got a brain behind that pretty little face of yours, no?” Draven teased while rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He revealed his sharp teeth in a devious smile. He’d do anything to see you roll your eyes, whether it be in disgust or pleasure.

Your eyes snapped down to his bulge and you licked your lips. Steadily, you began to unbutton his trousers while he carded his fingers through your hair. As you pulled both his undergarments and pants down, his cock lolled out in all its glory. With no hesitation, you held the base and stroked him once. You licked up his shaft and let the tip rest on the flat of your tongue. Through  your lashes, you could see the half lidded lust in his expression. 

Without breaking eye contact, you closed your lips around his cock and began working up and down, stroking the rest that you couldn’t fit. 

“That’s it sweetheart… You like sucking my cock?” His fingers began to grasp at the hair on the back of your head. 

You nodded and hummed as best you could, stimulating his dick and his ego. 

“What a little whore you are. Just for me,” he pushed you all the way down, the tip hitting the back of his throat. Your glossy eyes looked up at him for the eternity it felt like he was keeping you there. 

When he finally pulled away, a drop of spit crawled down your chin. He wiped it with his thumb and pecked you on your lips. You hastily took your blouse off and threw it onto the floor; your bra would soon join the pile. 

“On your stomach,” he demanded, motioning for you to flip over. A sting came down on your ass cheek before he smoothed over it with his calloused hand. You yelped in pain and pleasure.

Draven grabbed you by your hips and you perched your knees up on the edge of the bed. You teasingly shook your ass for him and he hummed at the sight. Ahead of you was a mirror where you could see the way your back arched up into the perfect rounds of your ass, and Draven, admiring you all out on display for him. 

His tip teased your weeping hole, smearing your wetness around your folds. And with a shivering groan, he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you. A moan was ripped from your throat due to how deep he had hit. Moans that would turn into squeaks as he began rhythmically thrusting into you. 

He grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them behind your back. Each intrusion stretching you out and sending waves of pleasure through your body. 

“Fuck you are so tight,” he groaned, gravelly and low. 

Just as you felt your velvety walls squeeze around him, he lifted you upright and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You looked into the mirror, watching your tits bounce as he pounded himself into you. The tip prodding at your g spot. One of his hands wrapped around your throat and the other found its way to your clit. He rubbed sloppy circles and whispered dirty promises in your ear. You couldn’t help the guttural moans that escaped your lips every time he said your name.

As your walls began to clench around his shaft, he fucked you faster and harder. The pleasure became unbearable, so you squeezed your eyes shut and repeated his name like a prayer. Your moans began to syncopate as you both neared closer to the edge.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped as he spilled hot ropes of his cum inside of you. You slumped against his chest and he held onto you tight. 

Carefully, you were lowered down onto your back on the bed, legs numb and the tips of your fingers tingling. Coming down from the high, you twitched and shook from the shattering burst of stimulation. 

Your fucked out head hadn’t even realized Draven had left the room until he returned with a wet towel and a glass of water. You smiled sweetly at him as he wiped the apex of your thighs and your swollen lips. A soft moan left your lips as he rubbed over your sensitive clit. 

He contemplated a bit, but soon a wicked smile would find its way to his lips. You could not see his thought process as your forearms crossed over your face, covering your eyes. Suddenly, you felt his hands grab at your thighs. The only warning before he flattened his tongue against you was the brief breath that warmly fanned your clit. 

You gasped and unintentionally tried shutting your thighs, but he was much stronger than you. Getting up onto your elbows, you caught a glimpse of mischief in his eyes, as he looked up at you through his lashes.

He masterfully swirled his tongue around your bud and edged your entrance with his fingers. As each of your moans got louder, he pushed his thick fingers into your pulsating hole. Your body shook and tensed at the splintering stimulation, sending you into another hot orgasm. 

White bursts clouded your vision as you submitted to ecstasy. Draven admired his work for a moment before laying down beside you. You embraced him through the aftershocks of over stimulation.  Your head was buried in his chest and his arm was around your back. 

As you finally came down from your second orgasm, you were finally able to form real, unfragmented thoughts. 

“Draven?” Your voice was small and coy.

“Yes?” He turned to you.

“You’re not just going to leave me in the morning and never talk to me again… Right?” The question was a little bit out of the blue, making him concerned.

“Of course not, doll,” he assured you. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes and a warm smile at his answer. “Y’know… I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while– maybe now is not a good time,” his voice was a bit sheepish and he rubbed the back of his neck. “May I take you out to dinner?”

Outwardly, you were only able to show him a tired grin, but inside, you were jumping up and down with excitement.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to ask me that,” his eyes lit up. It felt completely out of character for Draven to be this bashful, but it was because he had never wanted to be in a relationship until he saw you for the first time. Any other girl he wouldn’t worry about making a good impression; you were different. 

His heart pounded in his chest, which was warm against your face. The softness of his comforter beset your skin, soothing you to sleep.

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