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eomayas · 2 months

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silent night • wjh

pairing: non-idol!husband!jun x wife!reader, established relationship, parents

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! fluff

synopsis: jun wants you, but he needs you to be quiet

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild breeding kink, slight choking, jun sorta mean!

a/n: unedited (ofc) also been so obsessed with jun lately i had this thought lsdt night and had to finish. hope u enjoy!! if the smut is bad sorry i haven’t written smut in a long time

jun leans against the wall that connects the living room and kitchen, and watches you dance with your daughter, a small smile on his face. she’s been hyper all day, not even taking a nap like she normally does, so you’ve been trying to tire her out for the last ten minutes. it doesn’t seem to be working all that well, since she’s still bouncing around the living room to the mariah carey song you have playing on the TV.

“cmon, baby, shake it off,” you say to your daughter, bouncing on the balls of your feet and shaking out your hands, urging your daughter to parrot your actions. she pants out a giggle and copies you, and you take her mild tiredness as a small victory. you’re starting to get tired yourself, but you’re not going to give up until she starts—it’s probably not wise to have this silent bet with a four year old, but something has to give.

your daughter copies whatever you do, giggling and calling you silly when bounce up and down and kick your legs out. “okay, now spin, spin, spin!” you say, twirling around on your toes. you catch jun staring at you, a sweet smile on his face and your heart swells. you didn’t notice the kitchen sink turn off and the clanging of dishes stop completely.

shooting him a smile, you keep spinning until you get dizzy, catching your balance against the sofa. “woah,” you huff, a light chuckle escaping your lips. you notice your daughter starting to wobble and swoop in to catch her before she falls. “whoops! slow down, baby girl!” you laugh, stilling her small body. she looks up at you and laughs, her cheeks red.

“that was fun, mommy!” you push her hair out of her face and start gently fanning her.

“yeah, it was, baby. but mommy is tired now,” she pokes her bottom lip out at you and you feign a dramatic sigh. “i know, i know. but we have to rest so we can do it again tomorrow!” you try, glancing up at jun.

“mommy needs her energy to keep dancing, princess,” your husband chimes in. your daughter looks back at him, looks at you, and nods.

“okay, mommy. you promise we’ll do it again?” she asks as you lift her up into your arms, tucking her onto your hip.

nodding, you promise and kiss her on the forehead before passing her to jun. your daughter lets out a small yawn and you and jun exchange a look of relief, both extremely worn out from chasing after her all day. she woke up with more energy than the two of you have probably had in your entire lives, bursting through your bedroom and jumping into bed, hardly giving either of you enough time to recuperate.

“ready for bed, sweetie?” jun asks her, carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom. you turn off the tv and the rest of the lights before following after them. he’s tucking her into bed when you get upstairs, grateful for the fact that she was already changed into her pajamas. “goodnight, princess. we love you.” jun kisses her on the forehead and you do the same thing.

she yawns again, muttering out an “i love you” back to the two of you. jun shuts off the lights and closes the door, letting out a sigh of relief once it’s latched.

“my god,” he whispers, making the two of you giggle as you step into your bedroom. he shuts the door softly and you yawn, stretching your arms above your head. jun wraps an arm around you, pulling your back into his front.

“let’s go to bed,” you say, bringing a hand up and gently rubbing his cheek when he rests his chin on your shoulder. he kisses your neck once, twice, and by the third time you understand what he’s getting at. “jun, i’m tired.” you all but whine. but his hands rubbing across your bare legs exposed by your shorts is making you shift in his grip.

“you don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles, lightly nipping at your neck. you sigh through your nose and tilt your head to the side. “let me do all the work.” he adds, skating one of his hands across the waistband of your shorts. you pull your bottom lip in, squirming when he presses his crotch against your ass.

“fine,” you breathe, looking at him over your shoulder. he straightens up and places his mouth on yours, giving you a hot kiss before guiding your towards the bed and pushing you down onto the mattress.

“try to keep quiet, yeah?” he says as he pulls down your shorts and underwear, leaving you in a big tshirt. you rest on your forearms and spread your legs for him when he sinks down onto his knees. he kisses your inner thighs teasingly and you suck your teeth in annoyance, rolling your eyes at his games.

“hurry up,” you say impatiently, making him glare at you. “please.” you add, giving him a sweet smile so he finally eats you the way you like and want.

“such a good girl,” he says mockingly before putting his head in between your legs and licking up your slit and in between your folds. you let out a small gasp and open your legs wider for him, mouth falling open. he licks and sucks on anything his mouth is able to get a hold of. juns fingers grip onto your thighs tightly, though he drags one hand down to rub at your clit while he tongues your hole.

falling onto your back, you slap a hand over your mouth so quiet your moans. your eyes screw shut and your toes curl at his ministrations. he eats you like you didn’t just cook him dinner less than an hour ago, like he hasn’t had anything to eat all day and you were his one and only option. it has you seeing spots and your brain being devoid of any coherent thoughts.

a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you arch your back off the bed, your head thrown back in pleasure. you let out a loud cry from behind your hand and jun cuts his eyes at you but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “j-jun,” you pant, dropping your hand from your mouth.

“i know, be quiet,” he mumbles from between your legs, the vibrations of his voice making you clench around nothing.

“i-im tr-trying,” you whimper. jun pulls his mouth away from your core and you whimper when his face is mere inches from yours.

“baby,” he says condescendingly, one hand bracing himself on the bed and the other resting on the side of your face. “you need to be quiet.” he smooshes your cheeks together, holding your chin in his palm. “i’ll let you cum if you can be good and quiet for me, okay?” the sarcastic smile he punctuates the end of his sentence with makes you press your knees together underneath him. “you understand me?”

“i un- ah ah,” he tsks, cutting you off and raising his eyebrows. “can’t follow directions, can we?” he asks with a sigh, letting go of you face and and dropping his hand down to cup your warm heat. you suck in an anticipatory breath, wanting him to touch you again.

jun outside of the bedroom versus jun in the bedroom were two completely different men. your loving husband who would do anything for you and your daughter is unrecognizable compared to the man hovering above you and holding your orgasm over your head.

you press your lips together, holding back any more comments so he can get back to eating you out and bringing you over the edge. jun smirks down at you and runs his middle finger through your slick core, brushing it over you clit teasingly. he watched your facial expressions intensely, revels in the way you bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. jun toys with you, dipping a finger into your hole and slowly pushing in and out. it’s not enough for you in the slightest, but he wants to see how good you can be for him.

jun adds as second finger and and you lick your lips, looking down to watch his fingers move in and out of you. you let out silent breaths, face screwed up in concentration to keep yourself silent. he presses his thumb against your clit and you let out a quiet whimper from the back of your throat, your eyes immediately flying up to look at your husband. instead of reprimanding you, jun presses a kiss to your mouth and speeds up him fingering you.

his mouth on yours quiets your breathy moans that you can’t help. his thumb rubbing against your clit as his scissors his fingers inside of you is enough to bring you close to the edge again. you clench around his fingers and in and instant he pulls his mouth off of yours and places it back in between your legs.

you thrash above him on the bed, thighs trying to close in around his head. jun uses his broad shoulders to keep your legs open and wide for him, giving him enough space to keep on eating you out. your hips buck up into his face, his nose bumping against your clit and you grab a pillow and throw it over your face, letting out the screams that you’ve been holding back.

arousal coats juns face, and he tries to lick all of it up, practically eating you out through your orgasm. your legs shake and fall limp against his shoulders. jun comes out from between your legs and pull the pillow off of your face. “look at me, baby,” he says softly, pushing up your shirt and gently stroking your stomach. your eyes flutter open and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.”

“i love you,” you say, your voice weak and tired. jun smiles that boxy smile that you love, and the sweet look on his face is so distant from the man from less than 10 minutes ago.

“and i love you,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “now turn around.” he says, gripping your hips and starting to flip you over. you whine noncommittally and bring yourself up onto your knees. jun places a pillow underneath you anyway, and pulls off his pants and shirt, leaving him bare.

you feel the bed dip behind you and jun places his hands on your ass, softly rubbing circles before gripping onto your hips. he’d slap your ass if not for the echo that would occur and probably wake up your daughter across the hall.

“you ready, baby?” he asks, his dick hard and heavy against your ass. you nod and he smiles, lining himself up and pushing the head in. he clenches his teeth as you clench around him, trying to suck him in deeper. he pushes in deeper, stilling his hips when you let out a squeak. “what is it?” he asks, leaning over your back to press a soft kiss to your neck.

“n-nothing, keep going,” you reach back and grip onto his leg, trying to push him into you. jun lets out a small chuckle and pushes in a few more inches, not quite bottoming out. he starts fucking into you slowly, trying to minimize any sounds of skin on skin, but it’s not enough for either of you. you quietly urge for him to go faster, to give you more, and he speeds up a little bit but still not where you want him at. “jun, cmon.” you whine, pushing your hips back into him.

“i don’t want her to wake up,” he grunts, grabbing onto your bun and yanking your head back. you huff and let him fuck into you slowly, rolling your eyes at his slow hips.

“jun, i wanna see you,” you say, crawling away from him and flipping onto you back, sitting up slightly to take off your shirt. he pushes his hair off of his forhead and grabs your left leg, placing it on his shoulder.

your husband pushes into you once again, bottoming out quickly and making you let out of a breath of bliss. “yeah, right there,” you say softly, sucking in a gasp and closing your eyes tightly when he speeds up his thrusts. “j-jun!” you mewl, fists balling up the sheets. jun places a heavy hand on your throat, lightly squeezing to shut you up.

“quiet,” he says through gritted teeth, hips slamming against your own. he can get both of you to your highs quickly if he disregards the noise, but he’s too worried about waking up your child.

you place a hand between the two of you and start rubbing on your clit, using some of your arousal as lubricant. “fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into you and nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. he pounds into you harshly, his pelvic bone bumping into your clit and making you withdraw your hand. “need you to come again, y/n.” he leans down and kisses on your neck, the hand that was previously on your neck now gripping onto your hip.

jun yanks you down to meet his thrusts, his rhythm becoming sloppier by the second as he feels close to his white hot release. “b-baby,” you cry out, putting a hand over your mouth once again. you lift your hips to meet his, whining to punctuate each of his thrusts.

“f-fuck, y/n, i-im not g-gonna l-last,” he moans out, a whimper leaving his lips and hitting you right in the core. you clench around him and he lets out a shudder of a breath, the rhythm completely lost from his strokes.

“g-give it to me,” you pant, tangling a hand in his hair.

“i’m g-gonna fill you up,” he chokes out, teeth clenched.

“gonna give me another baby?” your voice in his ear makes him spit out a choked moan of your name as he releases into you. his hips don’t still, trying to fuck as much cum into you to make your words true.

you rub at your clit again, bucking your hips up to chase the release that feels so close. despite him reaching his release, he still manages to give you a few more powerful thrusts and thus another orgasm, though this one not as powerful as the first.

jun collapses onto the bed next to you, a heavy arm draped across your midsection. your stroke his forearm and smile to yourself, feeling full of him and love, and exceptionally spent. “jun,” you start, but he sits up and waves you off.

“a towel, i know, i know,” he says, stretching his arms and going into the en-suite bathroom to grab a rag. he comes back and cleans you up, kissing you on the lips afterwards. you’re practically half asleep when he taps you to give you pajamas.

“thanks, love,” you mumble, redressing yourself. he kisses you again and crawls into bed, pulling you into his chest once you’re dressed. you fall asleep easily, partly because you’re completely worn out and partly because you’re tucked safely and softly into his arms.

#svt smut #seventeen smut #svt imagines #moon junhui #wen junhui #jun x reader #jun x you #wen junhui smut #moon junhui smut #junhui smut #junhui x reader #junhui x you #jun smut #jun fluff #junhui fluff #seventeen imagines

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vante1920pm · 11 months

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Love ur writing and headcannons for the avatar charcters! Could you maybe do a bunch of headcannons for neteyam and also kiri where they like a metkayina gn! reader and get super giddy and flustered around them and cant handle it? Basically Fluff and cute cheesy stuff lmao, thanks!!

──;; 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: thanks for the request ! <3

I'll make a separate part for kiri because I'm lazy 😭 also, maybe I'm gonna make a second part on this one !

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☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: just some disgustingly fluffy stuff <3

☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: neteyam/gn!metkayina!reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: full of fluff, nothing else really

here to part two ! ( not finished )

It's not often that he does a double take, but when he saw you for the first time, he was instantly smitten by you.

He tried to play it off, but Lo'ak notices everything. No one is save from his teasing, especially not his siblings.

It started small, when Lo'ak would leave you and Neteyam because he had "businesses" to attend, which was most likely tea parties with Tuk or watch Tsireya just existing.

After a while though, Lo'ak started to yell your name when they were near you or pretends to tell you about his brother's crush on you, just to ask something completely off topic. He's just trying to annoy Neteyam at this point.

And it works.

Neteyam is usually composed and cool, but when you're near, his walls break down completely. It's like you're poisoning his mind with your whole being. There's nothing else he can think about when he lays awake at night. You're everywhere, even if you're not actually there.

One time, he tried to kiss you on the cheek, but you turned away so he kissed the tree beside you. It was pretty embarrassing, and the worst part:

Lo'ak and Ao'nung saw it 💀

It was literally an invitation for them to make jokes about it and mock him. But luckily, your focus was somewhere else, so you didn't notice anything.

Neteyam sometimes giggles at your jokes, even if they're not funny at all. Others mostly laugh out of pity, but there is he, unironically choking his lungs out.

But you're Y/N, so you're, of course, oblivious to everything. Though that's better than to see the guy embarrass himself time after time 😐

Bro needs to take a breath sometime, you're too much to handle for him. You're literally perfect in his eyes.

He's extremely interested in your home too. He'll listen to everything you tell him, even if Tsireya or Ao'nung already mentioned it. It just sounds better when it comes out of your mouth.

Alexa, play obsessed by Mariah Carey !

#── ›★ zekes avatar headcanons #── ;; ( neteyam ) 𓂃≛#x reader #fluff #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar imagines #avatar 2022 #avatar headcanons #avatar x reader #neteyam #headcanons #neteyam x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan #avatar neteyam #avatar neteyam x reader #neteyam avatar #metkayina!reader

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oknowkiss · 5 months

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Song drabbles???? 😭😭😭😭 26 please (or 10 if you can’t do that one.) I’m obsessed with this. 🥹❤️❤️

for you, darling? anything. have some pub night drarry & the gang, 595 words, rated T for language and mentions of sex.

always be my baby - mariah carey

“The line is: side canter is a feeling so strong,” Draco says, leaning victoriously back in the booth, arms and legs crossed. Everyone groans.

“No, it isn’t. That makes literally no sense,” Harry says. He’s got a point, but Draco has no interest in feeding his morbidly bloated ego.

“Go on then, Mr Recently Out,” Draco says, flourishing in Harry’s direction. “Impress us all with your homosexual expertise in Mariah Carey lyrics.”

Harry’s mouth goes flat, but Draco can tell by the creases near his eyes that he’s trying not to laugh.

“By that logic,” Harry says, leaning forward on his elbows, “Considering how wrong you are, you’re the straightest person here.”

Ron snorts into his beer, sloshing foam over the rim.

“Shall I play the song again?” Neville asks, already half out his seat, coins in hand.

“That won’t be necessary,” Harry says, “Because—”

“Too late!” Neville calls, sings practically, halfway to the jukebox, at the same time as Draco makes pointed eye contact with Harry and says, “Gaaayyyy.”

“We’re going to be thrown out if he plays that song again,” Hermione frets. “And don’t say gay like that, Malfoy. It’s rude.”

“I’m allowed!” Draco insists, eyes wide. “You can’t, but I can. It’s my agenda.”

“He’s just learned that term today,” Harry says in a fake whisper. “Act impressed.”

Draco sticks his tongue out.

“I’m going to be ill,” Pansy says from beside Draco. “Can you two fuck already, and spare us all whatever this is?”

“They already are,” Luna says, looking up from her gin and tonic with a confused expression. The table falls silent. “Oh,” she says, taking in Draco’s face. “Was that meant to be a secret? Only, you did it on my couch. And then also in your room very loudly. And also—”

“Yes alright,” Draco says primly. He adjusts the cross of his legs.

“Oh yeah…” Harry says, scratching his chin as he looks up towards the ceiling. “I knew there was something I’d forgotten.” He returns his gaze to the group. “I meant to say earlier: I’m fucking Draco Malfoy, li—”

“If you say literally,” Ron warns him, motioning with his pint. “I’m going to finish the job You-Know-Who started.”

Harry clamps his mouth shut. “No comment, then.”

A plucky guitar melody sounds over the pub’s speakers, followed quickly by Mariah Carey vocalising.

Oh fuck off you fucking cunts, someone calls from across the pub.

“What’d I miss?” Neville asks, settling back into his chair. “Has Harry figured out the lyrics yet?”

“Thank you, Neville,” Harry says, somehow managing to bow grandly whilst sitting down. “I have. It’s: the sun can’t hurt her, fellas so long.”

“Alright,” Ron says, standing forcefully. “That’s me finished.”

The table agrees, sinking their pints, grabbing for coats. The door closes behind them, firmly.

It’s begun to snow in the time they were inside and Harry, the handsome yet feckless idiot, hasn’t got any mittens. Draco grabs one of his hands, shoving it in his own coat pocket. Harry’s other hand will just have to freeze and fall off. Serves him right.

They walk ahead of everyone. It’s nice, holding hands like this, where anyone could see. Where their friends could see. Harry hums to himself as they walk, hmm hmm HMM hmm. HmmhmmhmmHMMHMMhmmhmm. Draco elbows him in the side. Harry grins, hums louder.

They don’t talk. They don’t need to. For once, Draco feels no pressure to rush. No need to force years into months, weeks. There will be plenty of time for talking, in the days and nights to come.

#my terrible confession is that draco's interpretation is what i thought the line was for a very long time #i've looked up the lyrics so many times #my brain will not remember the actual line #side canter IS a feeling so strong tbh #wrapped drabbles #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #my fic

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 1 month

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Now it's your turn :))

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

orchid ⇢ Oh gosh, I love sooooo many songs. A song I consider to be perfect... idk. I'll have to say Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey because it's my current obsession lol.

cactus ⇢ The Philosophy of Love. It's so cool. The Biblical Philosophy of Desire and Knowledge, Plato's Theory of Love and Becoming, The Medieval/Arabian concept of Courtly Love. They are all sooooo cool and sooooo fascinating and I love them all dearly.

bamboo ⇢ I go to school at home so I never really leave. And when I do leave to go somewhere on the weekend or such, I take a shower when I come home.

abelia ⇢ Not really, aside from this sterling silver cross necklace I got for my birthday last year. It's really cool and I love it hehehe

daffodil ⇢ So I have 3, all sisters. I don't really think i'm that similar to my older sister. Aside from sharing the same father, we're pretty different. With my two younger sisters, I look like the older of the two, however I'm nicer like the younger one.

mahonia ⇢ I try to take inspiration from literally everything. So... anything you can imagine lol. Whenever inspriation hits me I just start talking out loud. Usually it becomes a line for a poem. And i just recite that line out loud over and over until i get more lines. And then repeat. Usually i end up with a couple stanzas, constantly editing and revising in my mind the entire time until it's perfect. Or, near perfect as it can get.

chia ⇢ Me and my baby sister (she's 8 but always the baby) will constantly recite Benedick and Beatrice's lines to each other. Especially their first conversation in the play. Much Ado About Nothing is soooooo good loll. And then with @jordie-is-definitely-sane, we have incest is wincest lol. Because I love traumatizing her hehehe

sage ⇢ haha. I can't choose either. How could anyone??? I'm an aspiring actor, poet, and author, so obviously my favorites are theatre, poetry and prose fiction. But also music, paintings, sculpting, dance, et cetera all have such splendid things to offer as well. And i would love to learn how to do them all! They're all art and they all touch somewhere hands can't: into the deepest most inner part of your being. How one can say which is individually more touching? I can't fathom.

edelweiss ⇢ It's just my name + is definitely sane. Which is definitely a lie lol. My older one's were a lot more interesting but because of that i also constantly changed them lol. This one's more basic, but i'm never changing it

camellia ⇢ I'm not sure. I was happier as a kid, I used to run around more and talk more and I had a lot more friends irl. Now? I don't really know how to hold a conversation (T-T), I definitely talk less (not because i have less to say tho lol. Trust me I could talk for hours and I do when i'm alone), I definitely don't run around as much. Tho i'm not as sad about that last one. I have started dancing in the rain again like I used to so that's good :). I still read and write, in fact I do both of those even more then when i was younger. I still find beauty in everything. I still have an incredibly idealized view of nature and childhood. I still have a deep sense of needing to be myself (who that is? idk. but i need to find it) I think deep down I'm the same person. Just, kind of mellowed. I can't think of childhood and growing up without think of Trenton Lee Stewart's Riddle of Ages; he says that he doesn’t believe we become different people as we age. No, he says he believes that we become more people. We’re still the kids we were, but we’re also the people who’ve lived all the different ages since that time. And I think that's a beautiful sentiment.

jasmine ⇢ No. Absolutely not. If I loved it, im going to watch/reread it a thousand more times.

ivy ⇢ Body language, eyes, mouth, tone, the language they use (are they talking differently then usual), hands, etc.

chamomile ⇢ Books, chocolates, sweaters/hoodies, necklaces and bracelets (i love expensive shiny stuff but also that homey handmade stuff. I eat it up), MONEY$$$$$ lol. But like seriously.

aloe vera ⇢ I just want to know and be known. Which, though it sounds really mundane to others, I think is actually one of the most special, transcendental and divine things one can do in life (can you tell I've been studying the philosophy of love lol?). I genuinely believe in the Avicenna's concept of the ennobling power of love. With all of my heart.

palm tree ⇢ I mean... I can't really think of one? I love the Percy Jackson series and I love Luke so, i guess him? I have strong thoughts about him (bbg hates the West so much but is such a western tragic hero lol), he's so fascinating as a character and even moreso as a concept lol

nutmeg ⇢ My rooms pretty basic so no lol.

papyrus ⇢ I don't have one T-T. So i just picked a random song: ICU by Coco Jones. I associate it with @mera-mann-kehne-laga. No context.

taro ⇢ I'd probably tell them that I'm writing poetry, I'm working on 2 books, and that I scored a 28 on the ACT. I'm very bad at conversation so I probably just let them talk and listen to them, ask them questions to prod them, etc.

Thank you for the ask @memory-the-unconscious <333

#ask game #this is me #personal aesthetic #kaleb aesthetic

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fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma · 5 months

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random hc but i feel like sokka can sing his ass off. like that man has a voice of an angel. he can hit all sorts of notes. like mariah carey type shit. but he plays too damn much. like it takes a miracle to catch that man singing seriously. he will start singing and mess up on purpose. and it really pissing his friends off bc they want him to sing seriously 😭

(and somewhere in a modern world, sokka and zuko is a singing + rapping duo bc ik zuko can rap like hell🤞🏾)

omg so sorry it took me like five years to answer this but OMGGSHJSUIUISKU.

why am I obsessed with this???? like this is honestly something I can see Sokka doing esp with his whole ‘harrumph harrumph I must be masculine and strong man so strong men don’t sing good grrrr’ complex.

also yes @ Sokka switching up when his friends are around… like my dad does this (for context he has a REALLY good voice and he CAN sing but he purposefully goes flat and off key and it drives my family insane 😭).

this also makes me want to add that when someone invents showers (probably Sokka tbh) he’d be singing in it and having a whole eras tour concert and Zuko (who up until now was 100% convinced that Sokka couldn’t sing to save his life) happened to walk past without Sokka noticing and he’s just like:

he doesn’t tell anyone but now he’s just sat there confused as hell bc why did Sokka sing badly on purpose?? wasn’t that embarrassing??

oh and now I’m just stuck with the image of Zuko being roped into a rap battle in a modern au and no one expecting him to be any good because he’s awkward and not the type but then he just whips out this whole freestyle verse n everyone’s like:??????

(Also Zuko refuses to do it again except for when Sokka drags him into it when they’re hanging out)

#asks #my asks #atla #sokka #sokka hc #kinda zukka #if we make it gay #anyway thank u for this it genuinely made me giggle out loud #will be thinking abt this now #(though I’m kinda still a bit traumatised from that Zuko rap on TikTok… u know the one #but we can ignore that and choose to instead focus on this new and improved hc)

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blvckentropy · 10 days

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WARNING LONG RANT!

Okay so I've been sitting on Drake so called "diss track" and I still declare it as the biggest CONTRADICTING ASS track ever. Like I get die hard Drake fans gone be like he won regardless but he hasn't because he made several deep holes in his argument. Granted you probably don't give a damn and that's fine. Overall, neither do I but some of you got so blinded and hyped by his one-liners and his flow that you ain't peep what he really said did you? Ngl, had me sitting here like a was crazy for a minute. Now correct me if I'm wrong cause I also had to fact check myself, but these are the lines that got me like now wait wait....

You said, "The ones that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns" just to say "We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information".... which one is it? Are you calling yourself a clown or the ppl you sent the info. to? I'm perplexed.

"What about the bones we dug up in that excavation? And why isn't Whitney denyin' all of the allegations? Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale? You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child"

First and for most, what is your obsession with this woman? Also are we in high school? Why we worried about someone follow count and/or who following who? She a grown ass woman like she can't have male friends. Plus, if irl she with Kendrick every day, why does she need to? And if Kendrick aint worried about, why are you? You caught up in finding out if that's her real bd but where are your evidence? If Kendrick has to, you do too. Childish.

BUT THIS IS WHERE IT GOT DISRESPECTFUL!

"This Epstein angle was the shit I expected TikTok videos you collected and dissected Instead of being on some diss-direct shit You rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I—, mother, I—, mother—" Ah, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested"

"This about to get so depressin' This is trauma from your own confessions This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected That's why these pedophile raps and shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive"

"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin"

This whole verse was a misinterpretation of Kendrick's song "Mother I Sober" which I had to educate myself with. Long story short, the song is about his mom SA and how she thought he was by his cousin even when he told her "no" and it forms a bigger picture to his overall family trauma as a whole and so on. So not only did you Mr. " You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient" if that ain't the biggest pot calling the kettle black idk what is. You got it wrong (Kendrick pretty much explained it) then double down on borderline prob over the line atp disrespecting his mother and all and every victim of SA? We victim shaming now?

I never been with no one underage, but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with Just for clarity, I feel disgusted, I'm too respected If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested

*Slow claps* Congratulations you played yourself. What in the fuckery? CURRENTLY....DIDDY DOODLE BOB HAS ALLEGATIONS RIGHT NOW AND HE'S MORE FAMOUS THAN U. And don't get me started on the list....umm...you literally just named one (If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior)

"Only fuckin' with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I'd never look twice at no teenager" but you'll look once? Also, someone que up the video with him on stage w/ a 17-year-old. He and I quote "Why you look like that?" "You thick. look at all this" Then kiss her all over her face🤔 Sir a kiss on the cheek or forehead would suffice but I digress.

And correct me if I'm wrong, I believe the only reason Kendrick hasn't even the touch the "beating allegations" is because he covers all that in both Mr. Morale and Mother I sober? If I'm correct, then you basically didn't tell us nothing that hasn't been said on him. Plus you also not fact checking. Where's of your proof? I would think someone with the upper hand would have laid down evidence that you mastermind...oh wait...was Kendrick right along? Now you look like the goofy on defense. Like do Kendrick even have to say anything?

Bruh, but the funniest part on it all. You acting like YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS. YOU DROP A DISS first wanting him to response and now you trying to make it seem like you didn't? My guy, if your actions alone here isn't a manipulation master class. Chileeeeee

#drake #kendrick lamar #long rant #my opinion #just chatting #tw warning #the heart part 6

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celluceta · 26 days

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✭ Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi & Ikkaku finding out you like Vocaloid + headcanons ✭

Hi there! Here are some silly headcanons I've been thinking about the past few days. I've been listening and drawing Vocaloid a lot lately and this idea popped in my head, so I hope you like it!! A good friend of mine helped me with this💚

Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors🫠

I had a lot to write about Law and Bepo...

Also I won't be talking about UTAU that much since I'm not very familiar with them,,, sorry.

🎐Please keep in mind these are MY headcanons! If yours are different, that's perfectly fine! Feel free to drop them in the comments if you want🎐

⭐Gender neutral reader⭐

Law

Ok so I headcanon there is a common room in the Polar Tang, with a couple of long sofas and where every member of the crew has their own little space somehow, like walls covered in posters and shelves filled with, books and even plushies of marine animals and their hobbies.

You were spending one morning there, listening to your favorite Vocaloid playlist in a den den mushi (you know, like the ones that appear in film red) when Law arrived, looking for a medicine book he didn’t have at his office.

Normally he would have just walked out the room, but as your den den mushi started playing Tokyo Teddy Bear, his eyes couldn't help but rush to look at you.

You noticed it and glanced at him as well. As your eyes met, he quickly looked back, grabbing the book and heading out the room.

"You like Vocaloid, captain?"

It took him a few seconds to answer before leaving you there. "Why would I do? It's a waste of time".

You were confused but didn't think much about it.

Until a couple of days later, when you walked past the door of his office and heard something familiar...

"Shinkai shoojo mada mada shizumu"

You couldn't believe it. You opened the door and looked at him with a smirk on your face, meeting with his shocked, flushed red face.

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" He shouted at you before you left the room giggling, hoping you wouldn't tell the rest of the crew.

He's not the biggest fan, but since Bepo is, he ended up liking a few songs. He would never admit it out loud though, he thinks it would ruin his image.

I can't stop thinking he listens to the most edgy Vocaloid songs... . ...

You know, Lost One's Wheeping, Ghost Rule, Aishite Aishite Aishite and more.

Definitely enjoys Kikuo more than any other vocaloid producer. Also Wowaka.

Nobody knows about this, but he knows the whole lyrics of The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku.

Bepo

Do I have to say it?

Seriously, do I have to say it?

This guy's OBSESSED. He's been listening to Vocaloid for years.

Maybe even before leaving Zou.

Everyone in the crew learned about Vocaloid thanks to him, so when he discovers you also enjoy it, he'll go so excited you'll get trouble understanding what he's saying. You'll see his eyes shining as he's speaking.

One day, on a karaoke session they decided to have not so long after you joined the crew, he started playing Ring no Shitensi.

"Oh, I know this one!"

And his sprakling eyes rapidly landed on you, his lips drawing a bright smile on his face.

He runs into you, not midning the music still playing as he holds your hands and starts talking to you so fast you can barely understand him.

You glanced nervously at Penguin and Shachi for a moment, and they just lifted their thumbs, telling you it was normal.

His favorite producers are definitely Mitchie M, Kinoshita and Livetune.

No matter how many redesigns Miku gets, he'll always prefer the first one.

He knows all the producers mentioned in Kagamine Let's Say the P Names. All of them.

He's one of those people who blast christmas music once it's October 1st, but instead of Mariah Carey it's just Snow Miku songs.

He has a space in his room dedicated exclusively to his lightstick collection, and he knows all existing choreographies from the concerts.

Obviously, in their karaoke sessions, he'll just sing Vocaloid (and Uta) songs.

He has dragged Penguin and Shachi with him, and the rest of the crew knows the lyrics of at least one song or two. Knowing about Vocaloid is inevitable when he's around.

When he discovers a new song Law might like, he eagerly shows him. Law always says he's not interested, but he ends up listening to it on repeat when he's alone.

And he's just as obsessed with UTAU as he is with Vocaloid.

Penguin & Shachi

I feel like instead of them reacting to you, you'd react to them.

Like, again, on a karaoke session, you'd see how they sing along with Bepo, and that just surprises you.

"I didn't know you guys liked Vocaloid!"

"You never asked" They said to you with a playful smirk.

They are glad you also enjoy the music, but don't mind as much as Bepo. Shachi would maybe express it better than Penguin.

Sometimes they join Bepo with the lightsticks, specially if he's playing classics as World is Mine or Luka Luka Night Fever. They ended up learning the movements from watching the bear.

Huge. Deco*27. Fans.

Also they enjoy a couple of Mitchie M and Neru songs, but leave the edgy ones to Law.

Would have a whole discussion over what Miku's voicebank is better on a daily basis.

"V4 pronunciation is way better, man"

"Yeah but it doesn't sound as robotic as V2. What's the point of Miku if she doesn't sound like a robot?"

Shachi's a Rin fan while Penguin prefers Len. Sometimes they tease each other like little kids over who's better, but at the end of the day they both enjoy the twins.

Not that much to say about these guys, just average fans.

Ikkaku

(so sad there aren't more GIFs where Ikkaku appears😭 but this one's fire anyways)

Short because she doesn't really care about Vocaloid that much.

She would be like "Oh that's cool" and continue what she was doing. She just doesn't care at all.

Definitely the most chilled listener among all of them.

V Flower and Gumi. That's it.

She doesn't listen to Vocaloid that often, just from time to time when she remembers they exist.

At first she was like "Wth are they doing..." whenever Bepo, Penguin and Shachi danced with the lightsticks, but now she's gotten used to it.

Has no problem listening to Bepo talk about Vocaloid for quite the long time.

But the bear made her hate Snow Miku songs. She wouldn't have if he didn't played them on repeat from October until the next one is released.

She actually enjoys some of the classics.

Specially Magnet.

You know why... 🧡🤍🩷

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sadnightforus · 6 months

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THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

PROFILES: VICTIMS OF CAPITALISM

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy.

BACK TO MASTERLIST. | 7 DUCKLINGS.

JI Y/N: a proud libra, being mariah’s carey fan is her special trait, majors in literature because she likes to hear people being dramatic. obsessed with astrology. she gets flamed in the group chat most of the time for listening to drain gang. yeji’s roommate.

NINGNING/NING YIZHAO: the fashionista of the group. majors in fashion. her bad habit is always saying out of pocket things when drunk (something kazuha and karina deal with a lot, especially when they throw parties together). believes in manifestation and sometimes asks y/n to read her birth chart to see the year she will succeed. roommates with jimin and kazuha.

FAKE Y(A)EJI/HWANG YEJI: likes to tell people she’s yeji and not yaeji the korean-american artist but also would take no offense if she is mistaken as one. a hater to just about everything. majors in dance. listening to the most ear bleeding music is her speciality. y/n’s roommate.

KARINA/YOO JIMIN: calls herself Karina because it’s her Bible name. A hardcore Girl Generation’s defender and would go to war for Irene. Her enemies are in online form but she is very lovable in real life (that’s because she’s not hiding behind the screen to cuss people’s family out). Majors in communication, use that skill to argue. Roommate with Kazuha and Ningning.

NAKAMURA KAZUHA: a former ballerina who’s currently majoring in dance and met the whole group through yeji. a professional hater #2 as jiseok and ningning swear she has every blackmail material on her phone. is roommates with jimin and ningning.

GAON/KWAK JISEOK: 1/6 of xdinary heroes. y/n thinks his bandmates regret for picking up an anxious kid off the street and forcing them to join their holy band (actual story is he begged seungmin from vocal class to join because he is a fan of gunil and he can sing and play something a bit). zero dating experience and got rejected so many times that ningning and yeji made a mapping detective board of who has rejected him.

LEE JOOYEON: another xdinary heroes’ member. residential cool guy. people at his university who is a fan of his likes him even though he’s a clumsy Prince Charming (nicknamed by hyeonjun). always keep his calm and is very collected, although he often offers bad ideas for the group, sometimes for fun and other time, he’s serious about his idea. he exists without a thought (which y/n strives to be)

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #Jay park au #jongseong x reader #park jongseong x reader #enhypen smau #enha smau #jay park smau #enhypen jongseong #xdinary heroes au #aespa au #itzy au #le sserafim au

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persistent [tartaglia x hydro!reader]

cw: childe is a warning himself, violence, slight suggestive themes, not beta-read we die like Guizhong

notes: I love this skrunkly fucker. Also Alexa, play Obsessed by Mariah Carey.

“How are you today, comrade?” Childe asks, a bright smile on his face as he strolls up to you with a few quick steps. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s not even midday and you can already feel a headache approaching. Archons, all you wanted to do was run a few errands today in peace.

You choose to nod in acknowledgement of his presence. From past experiences with the ginger haired man, you knew that ignoring him all together would prove more of an annoyance than engaging in conversation with him. If there was anything that got under his skin, it was you ignoring him. As tempting as it seemed, you had little patience to deal with his shenanigans.

“Ah, well, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye before continuing your walk around the docks. You knew exactly what he was doing and exactly why he was there. The same reason he’s been following you for the past few weeks; your damn vision.

“I just wanted to remind you that the invitation to join me and the rest of the Harbingers is still on the table.”

And there it is. If you had a mora for every time Childe brought up joining the Harbingers to serve the Tsaritsa, you would have enough mora to leave Liyue and flee to Inazuma of Sumeru to get away from Childe and his incessant proposition. Sighing, you stop walking, the Harbinger quick to follow your lead.

“Look, Tartaglia,” You start, your hands inching to grasp the hydro vision that rested comfortably on your hip. A nervous habit of yours, but it never failed to ease your anxiety. “I have told you a hundred times that I am not interested in joining the Fatui. I am not going to leave Liyue for Snezhnaya, and I am not going to serve the Tsaritsa. I do not care how many times you ask, my answer will always remain the same.” Somehow, you manage to keep your voice even and calm, despite your growing agitation and desire to physically make him leave you alone.

For once, Childe was at a loss for words. For as long as he’s known you (which to your dismay has been quite some time) he has never seen you become this annoyed with anyone. Not even Bolai whenever he tries to up-charge you on his goods which are never nearly as good as he makes them out to be. Maybe his plan to convince you to join the Harbingers was a little too plain. He’s tried to charm you through gifts and stories, with promises of being able to see the world as a Harbinger. Any of these approaches surely would have won any regular person over within a heartbeat. But, Childe knew better than anyone that you weren’t a regular person.

Given his lack of response and far off look, you roll your eyes before walking away to continue with your errands. Archons, how did this mess even begin with?

As a child, you were blessed with a vision. It was no surprise to you or your parents, as the both of them are respected vision holders themselves. You were never a rowdy or reckless child, so your family never thought you would use your vision to fight. With a hydro vision, you would probably go on to work with Baizhu at Bubu Pharmacy to help heal the people of Liyue. A noble purpose, you suppose, but not very exciting. You heard stories, tales from Madam Ping about vision holders of all kinds hailing from all seven nations in Teyvat. Her stories sparked something in you, and one day you decided that you too would be like the vision holders from Madam Ping’s stories. Strong and adventurous. You too would save people.

Oh if only things were that simple.

One night, years after your received your vision, you found yourself among the brilliant pools of water of Luhua Pool. It was quite a travel from your home, but you heard from others that vision holders would travel days to sacred spots in order to connect with their vision. People blessed with pyro visions traveling to active volcanos or people with cryo visions traveling to the heart of Dragonspine. The closest thing you could think of was the crystalline water in Luhua Pool. So, you meditated. You prayed to the Hydro Archon, Focalors, to grant you the strength and wisdom to accomplish something great with your vision. You spent hours, praying, meditating, and even mimicking movements of other vision holders you’ve seen within the pools. The best you were able to achieve was a few waves and accidentally shooting yourself in the face with a stream of water.

As you continued to practice training with your vision, a stray treasure hoarder appeared. He saw your vision strapped to your side and made an attempt to take it from you by force. Everything happened in such a blur. You faintly remember screaming and then all of a sudden the treasure hoarder was no longer charging at you, but instead was on the ground, his limbs dislocated and mangled, bent at horrifying angles that would take a miracle to put back into place. He thoroughly looked like he had been attacked by a wild boar, and the mere sight made you want to pass out. You looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, until you saw it; your vision, it was glowing. It didn’t take a genius to put it all together, and the horrifying thought of you hurting this man to this extent made your heart threaten to beat out of your chest.

You didn’t know what to do or who to talk to so you did the first thing you could think of; you ran.

You ran all the way from Luhua Pool to Liyue Harbor in one night. You just prayed to Rex Lapis that the adepti did not see that it was you that hurt that man, even if it was in self defense. You shivered at the thought of being stared down and judged by one of the adepti.

Madam Ping was the first person you talked to after the incident. You omitted some of the details, such as maiming the man and leaving him for dead, but you were able to find out more information about what it is that happened.

Hemokinesis, or blood manipulation. That was the basis of what happened. According to Madam Ping and many of the books she gave you regarding hydro vision users, it is a very rare skill amongst hydro vision holders, with only 2 recorded vision holders in history. Madam Ping told you that not even the Hydro Archon is capable of such an ability, and that this subversion of the hydro vision was gifted by Celestia in order to protect the innocent when the Archons cannot.

You sat in Madam Ping’s home, staring silently into the cup of ginseng tea she poured to ease your troubles. As you sat there, you made a silent vow to use your new abilities to keep Liyue Harbor safe. Celestia blessed you with such a skill for a reason, and Madam Ping assured you that even if it wasn’t clear now, it will be in the future. Archons, why did she have to be so cryptic?

The Gods do not make mistakes, she insisted. Your young mind had believed her then, and you prayed to the Archons that she was right.

Ever since that day, you never hid the fact that you had a hydro vision. In fact, you were proud of it despite your initial apprehension. You were one of the few blessed with a vision in Liyue, which was a high honor. But, you still could not figure out why Childe was so insistent on you joining the Fatui. It had nothing to do with your natural Liyue citizenship, as the Fatui have deep connections within the harbor through the Northland Bank. You weren’t a high ranking official or someone with status and influence like Lady Ningguang and you weren’t a leader in the Millelith. To the average Liyue citizen, you were just you; someone from a well respected family that had a long line of vision holders. That was it, and only one person knew the extent of your true power, and she would never divulge such a secret to anyone else, especially not to someone like Childe.

Whatever the reason was, you tried not to think too much of it. Even if Childe miraculously knew of your talents, it wasn’t as if the Tsaritsa herself could force you to join. The Fatui had no diplomatic leverage over you, so you would just have to deal with Childe’s constant proposals, as annoying as they were.

“Hello there, comrade!”

You inhaled sharply at the sound of the annoyingly familiar voice. Archons, didn’t he have anything better to do?

“Don’t you have people to intimidate and corrupt, Childe?” You ask, your face scrunching up in distaste as you continued to walk towards your home.

“There’s nothing more important to me than seeing your beautiful face, [Y/N].” Tartaglia chuckles, offering you a boyish smile. You could feel your blood start to boil, your hands clenching into fists at your side.

“Childe, what the hell will it take for you to leave me alone, huh? I’ve told you for months now that I will not join the Fatui, and you are so persistent on pursuing me and I don’t understand why!” You seethe, your eyes narrowing at the man in frustration.

Unfazed by your anger, Tartaglia looks at you with a gleam in his eyes that is almost unsettling. If not for your pent up anger, you would have been cautious of the look of excitement that flickered across his face.

“Fight me.”

Two simple words made your body tense and your mind spin. He wanted you to fight? What for?

Sensing your confusion, Tartaglia smiled. “If you beat me, then I will leave you alone. Even if I win, I won’t even ask you to join the Fatui, I’ll just take you out for dinner!”

“Childe, I’m not going to fight you.” You roll your eyes. It’s not that you couldn’t fight him, Madam Ping trained you throughout your life. Even if he was a Fatui Harbinger, you knew that your vision would protect you. No, if things went south, you knew that it would end up with Childe finding out about your abilities, and you didn’t want to think about the headache that would cause you in the long run.

“[Y/N], c’mon!” He whines, giving you a pouty look. At his grown age? How ridiculous.

“Childe, I’ve already said no! What’s so hard to understand?”

“But why not?”

“Because I don’t want to!”

“Why not?”

“I already told you!”

“It’s not-“

Before Tartaglia can speak, you feel something inside you snap. Your patience long gone and by the Archons all you wanted him to do was shut up. You feel the basket of produce you purchased earlier slip from your fingers, and all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears as suddenly Tartaglia is thrown backwards, body smacking straight into a sunsettia tree.

“I said no.”

Tartaglia had no idea what happened, but suddenly he’s pinned to a tree, vision blurry, the familiar taste of blood in his mouth as he tries to gather his bearings. Through his blurry vision, he makes out your form, your body positioned in a stance he vaguely recognizes as a form of Liyue martial arts, your vision that rested on your hip now glowing. Tartaglia wants to speak, to say anything, but he feels as if a Mitachurl is sitting on his chest and finds it hard to even breathe at the moment.

“I don’t know why you have been so annoyingly persistent, but it ends now.” He hears you speak, but the ringing in his ears makes it difficult. He feels the blood that has been pooling in his mouth suddenly vanish, and in return feels jagged spikes pressed against his face and neck. Tartaglia considers that he has a severe concussion, and that his mind is playing tricks on him, but another part of him knows that this is real. That it’s you doing this. It sends a chill down his spine, knowing that you could end his life with a simple flick of your wrist. How invigorating.

“Consider this my final warning, Childe. If you cross my path ever again, I will not be as kind.” With that being said, you reach down and grab the basket that fell from your hands and continue your journey back home, praying to the Archons that this was the last you’d see of the Harbinger.

But oh, if only you knew that this merely spurred Tartaglia’s desire to have you by his side. To make you his. This was merely the beginning.

#genshin impact #childe #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #childe tartagalia #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader

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blushyeleven · 7 months

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Tickletober - Day 9

Lie

Characters: Lee!y/n, ler!jenna, ler!aliyah

warnings: tickles, swearing

a/n: I love this concept Omfg😭 (proud of myself)

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 (𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓲𝓴𝓣𝓸𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮)

Being an ortega sister was never weird for you. I mean, you didn’t know any different ofcourse. But the questions on how life was with having a famous sister were constant. Obviously it put you in the light slightly and you didn’t mind. You admired jenna for her work and her shows but life was really no different. Apart from obviously the followers and the fact that the only reason people knew you was because you were jenna Ortegas little sister.

That brings you to today, where you had the amazing idea of going tiktok live while in your bedroom, featuring your famous sister. Jenna Ortega and your other sister. Aliyah ortega. You waved at the live “hey guys!” And jenna just smiled at your phone as you watched the people flood into your life and the viewer count pile up. Going live was an often thing for you. Usually the live was just filled with Jenna fans hoping for more jenna content to which you thought was hilarious. “As you can see I’m with Jenna and aliyah” you smiled and pointed behind you as both of your sisters were sat on your bed, watching the live. “Uhh.. I don’t really have a plan today.. so just ask questions I guess” you giggled and watched the chat overflow with comments. You tried to read as many as you could but obviously not being able to see them all with the speed that they were flying in.

“Omg jennas here” you read out which earned a giggle from the three of you. “Yes, jenna is here” you chuckled. “This is what my live is normally like, your fans just asking me questions about you” you turned to look at jenna who was just shaking her head and smiling. You looked at the chat, trying to read out some comments. “What’s your favourite colour?… uhhh probably pink” you smiled. Jenna just watched you, seeing how much you’ve grown up and how you flourished. She really was proud of you. Even if she couldn’t see you that much she always tried her best to stay in contact. To which you obviously appreciated and knew she was extremely busy. “Watch, later, all I’ll be seeing all over my fyp will be edits of you on this live” you looked at jenna who chucked again, covering her mouth with her hand. “Yeah! That’s literally all I see!” Aliyah agreed. You then looked back at the live “oh god, she sees the edits” you read our earning a loud, audible laugh from you. “Yes, I do” you nodded and giggled

“What’s your favourite book?” You read “uhm.. I don’t actually read, I don’t know why! I just don’t really like it” you stated. “Your and aliyahs favourite project of jennas?” You giggled, covering your face your hand as you shook your head. “Definitely Wednesday, sorry but she literally ate that” you stated “yeah, definitely Wednesday” aliyah said nodding “her and enids “friendship” you said in air quotations making jenna laugh again. “Is just my favourite thing ever” you finished your sentence, giggling. “Sorry but their so cannon” you announced as the comments went crazy and you looked at jenna who was just shaking her head, smiling at you. “My petition for Wenclair in season 2, honestly I’m their biggest fan” you stated as the comments were screaming. “I mean who knows” jenna said shrugging “that’s definitely going to be in an edit later” aliyah said, chuckling. “No literally!” You agreed snickering.

“What do you do for fun?” You read outloud “definitely scrolling through TikTok, what can I say.. I’m basic” you smiled “oh my god we should play music!” You said excited and jumping up from your seat to turn on your speaker. Jenna just rolled her eyes and you pulled out your phone to play your playlist. Ofcourse the first song that came up was ‘obsessed’ by Mariah Carey. To which you let out an excited “yesss!” And started dancing your way back to the live, over excitedly singing the lyrics “this is so chaotic” aliyah said, smiling. “Are your lives always like this?” Jenna asked. The wide smile never leaving her face. “Yup!” You said Continuing to sing the lyrics “last man on the earth still couldn’t impress! Your delusional! Your delusional! Boy your loosing your mindddd!!” You sung with over exaggerated hang gestures, earning giggles from both the sisters

“Favourite song?.. oh definitely either this song or rude boy by rihanna!” You kept bopping along to the lyrics, singing to yourself. “Why you so OBBSESSED with me?” You practically screamed and Jenna and aliyah were pissing themselves in the Backroung, ruining your x-factor worthy singing with your own giggling in between. “Y/n is so Rihanna coded” you read and screamed “YES, love Rihanna” you said as the song changed. Your eyes wondered the comment section, trying to find any questions to answer. “Biggest fear?… oh my god definitely being buried alive. Fuck that” you cringed at the thought to which jenna said “yesss! Agreed! That shits scary” you nodded in agreement “what about you aliyah?” You asked her, smiling. “Uhhh.. definitely deep water” “oh yeah!! I get that” you agreed

And for around 15 minutes the three of you sat there answering random questions until you read so casually “are you ticklish?” After you realised what you just read out loud your eyes widened and you burst out laughing. To the point where you put your head on your desk, your shoulders shaking from how much you were laughing. The embarasment clear on your face. Jenna and aliyah joined you on your laughing fit, jenna covering her face with her hand. “Oh my fucking god” you said trying to catch your breath, still giggling at the question. Although their was a pericing blush spread across your face. It was debatable whether it was from how hard you were laughing or from the fact you were flustered. You didn’t even know what to say. You came to the conclusion that lying was better then admitting the truth in-front of thousand of strangers online “no.. no I’m not” you said, letting out the few remaining giggles still lingering in your voice.

Aliyah then quirked a brow and looked at jenna with a “🤨” look and Jenna saw, who giggled and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. You saw their looks and tried to ignore it. “Don’t lie y/n” jenna teased giggling and causing your cheeks to fade into a burning hot red. “Yeah, we literally get her rolling on the floor laughing because she’s so ticklish” aliyah agreed, snickering at how embarrassed you were becoming. “Their lying” you tried your best to gather any dignity you had left and you desperately hoped they would shut up. “But we’re not, she’s very ticklish guys” aliyah smirked, looking at the live and the comments that were screaming. Even the comments were teasing you telling you it was adorable and how embarrassed you were. “Shut up..” was the best you could say as you giggled nervously. “She’s embarrassed because she knows it’s true” jenna added, snickering at you. “Like just have to make a tickling motion at y/n and she’ll practically die on the spot” jenna announced, both of them just added more and more comments to make you more flustered. “uh huh!” Aliyah nodded at jenna. “Lies, none of that is true” your voice wobbled, you kept trying to deny it; blushing even more by the second until your face was practically burning with embarrassment.

Jenna was smirking, her face was full with sheer smugness. You tried to look at the live to distract yourself and hopefully find something to change the subject but as you looked at the live all you could see was comments about the predicament you were in.. and even worse.. in the background of your phone you could see Jenna wiggling her fingers at you. To which you let out a small squeak and put your head on the table. Causing a mischievous giggle from Jenna who just kept doing it and aliyah then caught onto jennas plan and started laughing so hard she almost cracked a rib.

You heard them both snickering behind you, making you more visibly flustered. Your stomach swarming with butterflies. Honestly in this moment, you just wished for the ground to swallow you whole. Anything was better then going through this absolute torment from your two older sisters. You then lifted your head up from your desk, your cheeks a glowing red and you saw that they both stopped their finger actions at you. You let out a small sigh of relief and looked at the comments yet again. To find something to change the subject with. You decided to act as if nothing happened, even though you knew that you would never escape from that moment.

“What’s your favOURITEAHH-“ your sentence was cut of by the sound of your own deafening shriek. Because as you were distracted from trying to find a question to answer jenna had snuck up behind you and used her black painted fingernails to scribble at your side for a few seconds. Causing you to jump in your seat and use your elbows to try and push at her hands. “See! Ticklish!” Jenna teased, looking at the live and smirking. “n-no, she just scared me” the lies just kept falling out of your mouth, using any excuse to try and defend yourself. “Don’t make us tickle you on live” aliyah sniggered, obviously knowing that it was her intention all along. “d-dont!” You nervously giggled. “Are you going to admit your ticklish?” Jenna asked, the corner of her lips tugging on her face. You sat there in silence for a couple of seconds, not evening knowing how to respond our how to escape your painfully obvious fate.

“No? Okay” jenna giggled evilly before wiggling her fingers into your side as you squealed and squirmed helplessly in your seat. Aliyah excitedly jumping up from your bed to join jenna In her tickle attack. “nohohot on lihive!” You let a few giggles escape, even though you bit your lip and tried to stifle any possible noises. Your plan clearly wasn’t working as jenna still targeting your sides as aliyah came up behind you, skittering her fingers over the back of your ribs. “Yes, on live.. it’s what the viewers want” Aliyah teased and she wasn’t even wrong. Your feed was full with comments along the lines of “this is so adorable” “get her!” and “she is ticklish!!”

“wahahait- nohohohoho!” You didnt even have time to object before jennas hands found themselves to a new spot. “What’s wrong y/n? Your not ticklish remember?” Your blush was still prominent on your face as you couldn’t even do anything to escape. Your viewer count was still rocketing and the comments still flooding in. Jenna was just methodically scratching her fingertips across your ribs. I mean, she was an expert at tickling you. She was your older sister. You grew up being the regular victim of her tickle attacks as she learned your worst spots and what spots earned the hardest laughs from you which she always used to her advantage. And even now that you all were older you still found yourself in the position of being wrecked by them.

Your bubbly giggle fit was filled with “nohohoho!” And “stohohoohppp!” But that wasn’t persuading your two older sisters to stop. Infact it fuelled their energy to carry on, watching you wriggle around and blush at every snarky comment and most importantly your thunderous and squealy laughter at the lightest touches. “See y/n your practically screaming!” Aliyah commented observing your feeble and countless attempts to escape their menacing hands. Aliyah moved her hand to claw at your stomach over your black hoodie as you were thrashing all over your chair.

“AHAHAHA FUHUCKKK!!” You continuously cussed and shrieked but nothing was helping. Nothing was reducing the overwhelming ticklish feeling shooting through your body. Nothing was reducing how hard you were laughing. “I can’t believe you were trying to deny that your ticklish” Jenna giggled “THIHIS IHIS SOHOH STUHUPID!” It’s Not like the two girls didn’t know that themselves, this was just harmless fun. Plus you had it coming. “Maybe but it was to good of an opportunity to pass up” jenna nodded in agreement with aliyah. You opened your mouth to complain but was met with another fresh batch of laughter as jenna sneakily slipped her hand under your hoodie to swiftly scribble at your side “BAHAHAHHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHHAHAH PLEHEHEHHEASEEE!!!” You started kicking your legs from under the table and twisted around on the spot. “Oh my god I can’t” jenna was practically tearing up from her own laughter at how ticklish your were. It was actually adorable. In all honesty; you gave up on trying to minimise your laughter, you just let it pour out.

“And we haven’t even gone for your worst spot yet!” Aliyah added as your eyes widened. You didn’t even know how much more of this you could take and they hadn’t even targeted your death spot yet. “YOHOUR GOHONNA KIHILL MEHEHEH!!” You screamed, your laughter echoing through the house and possible could be heard from another continent. You were lucky nobody else was home. “Don’t be so dramatic y/n, it’s only a little tickling” jenna teased, knowing that she was being completely brutal. “AHAHHA LIHIHITTLE?!” You shrieked but to your avail, they were showing no mercy. They honestly had no sympathy for you as they never once stopped their attack. “THIHIS IHIS MEHEHEHANN!” You whined, just longing for them to stop. Normally I would write something like ‘and save you from any further embarrasment’ but that’s no use, they completely ignored how flustered.

“Oh? This isn’t mean.. but this is!” Jenna mused before darting her fingers into your worst spot. Your armpits. You shrieked so loudly that the walls shaked. “AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOH NONO!! FUHUCKK!! BAHAHAHAHHAH” this was honestly hell on earth. “Look how red she is!” Aliyah mused, on the contrast to jenna who has her hand clasped around her mouth, her laughter silent and her eyes watering slightly. Obviously finding it hilarious how deathly ticklish you were. The only thing you managed to do was clench your arms to your side. Although this wasn’t a problem for the two girls as they just squirmed their fingers into your armpits still. It’s not like you weren’t use to this kind of playful attack, you grew up with it. But you dreaded it every-time. You faced a weird mixture of longing for the feeling and also wanting it to stop.

You were still as ticklish as you were from when you were little, the two sister thought you would have grown out of it. But here you were, still screaming like a toddler. It wasn’t untill you screamed out “BAHAHAHHAHA.. OKAAHHAHAY.. FUHUCKK… STOHOHOHOPPP!!” To wich they finally let up. Retracting their hands. Jenna, who was wiping her eyes with her sleeve was still giggling at to at you practically gasping for air. You figured if that went on for any longer you would have passed out from lack of oxygen. Aliyah was just chuckling at how hilarious jenna was finding this situation as you put your head on your desk, clearly trying to recover from the ruthless assault.

You simply just put your middle finger up at your two sisters, earning more giggles from the two. Once you gained back enough air you lifted you head up from the desk. “Literally fuck you to” was all you could say as you looked at the live. Your viewer count was at a whole new high and people were obviously still talking about what just happened. It’s not even like you could find a question to answer as all anybody was interested about was about you being tickled. You sighed, knowing at least one person screen revised it and it would end up on TikTok in about half an hour.

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exoexid · 1 year

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every single time taehyung and jaewon talk to each other obsessed by mariah carey starts playing in my head like......... me if he mentions jaewon's father and his company again:

#every day that passes without jaewon beating his ass is a day wasted this is insane #haven't finished ep. 5 but i hope they give us some kind backstory about him because 😐#like you know about how much money his father's company makes and you don't even know/care about his health? hello?#the eighth sense #dara.t

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lila-rae · 11 months

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I always know antis are big mad when I start getting personal attacks. (Alexa play Obsessed by Mariah Carey)

Like I give a shit what some random on the internet says about me

#meanwhile I’m going to continue to live my best life #and do whatever i want

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mister-eames · 8 months

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1/? ive seen you discussing music/songs/singing etc in regards to arthur/eames a few times so i thought i'd share this thought i had earlier today...what if every time they go under with arthur as the dreamer eames catches snippets of love songs playing in the background (or vice versa but i totally headcanon arthur as being the music aficionado & his taste in music has RANGE. like he listens to everything from billie holiday to lady gaga to bruce springsteen to abba to limp bizkit etc

2/? anyway.. arthur and eames standing side by side in a dream observing the mark, just the two of us plays somewhere, next time it's everywhere by fleetwood mac, then kiss me by sixpence none the richer, then meet me halfway by the black eyed peas (listen it's a banger. also ever since i reheard an old song by them and heard them mention inception in it i've found myself being quite fond of them), lovely day by bill withers, fantasy by mariah carey, heatwaves by glass animals, crazy little

3/? thing called love by queen... the list goes on... and then it's like the baader meinhof phenomenon where it starts passing over to real life. eames watching arthur walking away after splitting up after a successful job: ain't no sunshine plays in the bar where he's sipping his drink. after answering a call from arthur which eames only realises after he's hung up wasn't even job related and was simply a catch up- stevie wonder's i just called to say i love you starts playing on the car

4/4 radio. after a long time without a job together, eames walks into a warehouse and the minute his eyes meet arthur's across the room it must be love by the madness starts tinnily playing on ariadne's playlist. anyway. i love music and i love them so!

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Nonnie I am making a note of all of these, I am obsessed with the idea that one of them might hear snippets of love songs both in dreams and in life, especially if they are the dreamer - like our brains are so whacky and our subconscious seems so unique and out of our control who's to say this couldn't happen? (Now I'm imagining someones projections breaking out into song and the dreamer telling them, embarrassedly, to shut up) aha - this is so brilliant!!! I must know if they keep hearing songs when Arthur and Eames get together!

#my h eart #this is so sweet and romantic #therefore right up my alley #i want to shove them between the sticky sheets of a photo album and stick them there #arthur x eames

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heartsfm · 4 months

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↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺ obsessed - mariah carey 0:01 ❍──── 4:28

( kaya scodelario, cis woman, she/her ) — 🎬 just announced, AMELIA COSTA HEART has been cast as CHARLOTTE YORK in the upcoming SEX AND THE CITY reboot. the twenty six year old is trending as people are debating if the vintage chanel sunglasses that once belonged to her mother, glasses of champagne that are sipped a bit too quickly, walks around new york with a shakespeare & co tote bag, smudged makeup, being the inspiration behind more than one song that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them intellectual, but internet trolls think they’re more manipulative. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about her life as a broadway child star will let people to know them better.

basics:

full name: amelia costa heart

nicknames: amy, ames, occasionally ellie

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

age: twenty six

ethnicity: brazilian-american, white

hometown: new york city

residence: has both a mansion in l.a. and a fashionable apartment in new york, though she has a clear predilection for her hometown

personality:

traits: intelligent, loyal, romantic, confident, obsessive, manipulative, selfish, occasionally self destructive

mental health: has been struggling with depression and anxiety since childhood, but has it mostly under control nowadays

physical health: could be better, since the cigarettes and alcohol mostly tip the balance over her good exercise routine and eating habits

hobbies: is an avid reader and writer. likes to play tennis or go riding on her free time

character inspo: blair waldorf (gossip girl), charlotte york (sex and the city), venetia catton (saltburn)

family:

mother: clara costa, a famous brazilian writer who wote many acclaimed broadway plays and prestige television shows

father: james heart, from an old money new york family

siblings: none

pets: two ragdoll cats called pippin and merry

bio:

amy doesn't really remember when she started acting. she played a baby on one of her mothers tv shows when she was barely a year old, though played is really an exaggeration. at six years old she was already starring in a broadway play, which led to a series of musicals such as annie, the sound of music and matilda.

the peak of her career as a child star was at 13, when she was cast in a brand new movie version of the wizard of oz, as dorothy gale. though amy remembers the movie clearly, it also stands very solidly as the end of her childhood, and the start of a much more troubled part of her life.

amy's entire family has a troubled history of mental illnesses, and by 15 she started heavily self medicating and drinking to deal with a newfound explosion in fame. she always loved dancing and the crowded, barely lit atmosphere of hot new york clubs provided her a decent escape from her own overactive mind.

her teenage years were marked by incredibly successful movies, scandalous affairs with more than one musician and parties that lasted for several days. it was also marked by the sudden and tragic death of her grandmother the day she turned 20. amy was so out of it her parents were only able to contact her two days later. that's when she decided to get her shit together.

amy took a break from acting, got a literature degree in yale, published a book about her life and then another one, not about her life. she came out of hiding a much less self destructive person, though old habits die hard.

the sex and the city reboot was a bit of a one eighty as far as projects go. after the wizard of oz amy become known for high brow indie projects, but the tv show proved to be exactly what she needed.

personality

like many born and raised rich girls, amy can have an over-inflated ego. it's not really her fault, and if you can get past that then you'll see a very sweet and caring person. she just so happens to think the world is her personal country club.

she likes to party and is not ashamed of it. though she is quite more restrained than she was as a teenager, it's not hard to find pap pics of her and her friend on a night out.

is quite intellectual and likes to discuss books and movies with anyone who has half a mind to engage with her rantings. though she tends to be a bit of a know-it-all.

a part of her is still obsessed with childlike ideals of friendship and romance, which means she is loyal to a fault. she tends to get caught up in people, even when they're clearly bad for her.

#2000s.intro

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