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do you think i want to be here?
a big part of sylvie’s character that gets overlooked is shown in one particular line in s2 ep3 when she explains to loki why she has to kill victor: do you think i want to be here? do you think i’m gonna get any joy out of killing that man?
because that is what she has done, for centuries, is bring death. she’s run from one end of the world to the next, watching the connections she makes fall apart. what good would more killing bring to her? how would ending this trembling man before her repair any of the damage she has sustained? the minutemen she burned to get to he who remains were all variants, too, but she needed to do it. like she needed to kill hwr, like she needed to kill victor. what pleasure would more death give her at this point, after it has so thoroughly stained her it’s almost baptismal?
what she wants is the softness of the ordinary, a uniform, a job- but her moral compass requires her to be a blade, and so she will. there is no joy in the ending of lives, especially in the name of freeing the destinies of the multiverse. she feels no love for death despite it raising her. her whole life has been more a means to an end more than that of an individual experiencing the universe.
so if that means she must once again plunge her sword into a chest, she feels that she has been summoned once again to do her duty, and she must. even while she trembles at the thought, paces back and forth, and cries at what she knows she must do.
except, this time, she can’t.
#characters who see themselves as weapons dedicated to a cause more than individuals are so special to me#It’s about the loyalty to the mission to an extent that it erases your humanity#That doing the right thing can come at any cost and that cost can be yourself#and i find Sylvie to embody this perfectly#The setting aside of any sort of desire to accomplish The End Goal of free will#sylvie you are more than a blade. you deserve softness and to learn who you are outside of death.#there’s more to be said about the innocent face of victor being the only thing after centuries to break her willpower#and i have said things about it in the past and will likely say more things about it#but there is this nebulous complexity to her that fan characterization has denied the complexity of#it makes my heart ache. it is a life of sacrifice she leads.#anyway.#loki series#sylvie#sylvie laufeydottir#loki s2#loki#loki tv show#loki meta#juni analysis
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Staring at Pokémon kieran in wonder this is the first power hungry kid I’ve seen since a long time . Anime hair tie and everything
#a juni juno ramble#I’m also aware he’s more complex than that but the last speech he made w me was like. wow
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Can I ask for you to continue with the knotting headcanons with werewolf Jun if you’re not busy?? Your previous ones were so good and I was left wanting more 🙂
i can do a few!! and thank you hehe
jun part one
warnings: talk of masturbation, horny jun, surprise knotting (it's a surprise to both of them so no consent issues as far as i can see), breeding kink lowkey
werewolf jun masturbates a normal amount for any adult human male
or he did before he was turned
now it's like he gets hard at the drop of a hat, his body so in tune with the environment that his hormones react to the weather
thunderstorms especially make him horny, make him want to howl louder than the booming sky, make him want to roll around naked in the wet grass until he's one with the earth
when he meets you, it only gets worse
there were those two months that he couldn't find you, and he was more normal than ever in those two months because his mind was focused on meeting you again
but now that he's got your scent in his nose and you on his mind, it's like he's ravenous
after your date, you kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss, all night
jun does his best to keep his hips far away from you, keep you from feeling what you do to him just in case it scares you off
he also doesn't want you to think he's only into you for physical things, so he's more than happy to wait when you bring it up
as your relationship grows longer and stronger, jun finds himself declining sleepovers and weekend trips because he knows he'll be hard for you half the time
you always try to hide your disappointment but he can tell it's wearing on you
a few months in, you stop asking, attempt to be content with dates and daytime cuddles and makeout sessions that end abruptly
but jun wants to give you everything you want, wants to be everything you need in a boyfriend
almost more than that, he wants to prove to himself that he can still be normal and do all the things he would have been able to do when he was human
so one night, after a dinner he cooked for you and a movie you chose together, he asks you if you would stay the night
you look surprised and a little flustered, but mostly happy, and when you nod with a shockingly shy grin, jun feels like his heart could leap out of his chest and jump right into yours
it's a little awkward when you start to get ready for bed, jun's routine simple and spartan - shower, ignore all the steps in his skincare routine except for moisturizer, then climb into bed naked and go right to sleep - and yours a bit more complex - shower, borrow all of his skincare and his favorite oversized t shirt because you didn't know you'd be sleeping over, read until you're sleepy, watch your favorite show until you can't keep your eyes open, then finally, you sleep
neither of you make a move for anything physical, seemingly content to just be near each other
that flies out the window when you wake up with his body curved around yours and his hard, thick dick pressed against your ass
he wakes not soon after and freezes, apologizes over and over and tries to pull away, but you hug the arm wrapped around you and scooch back until you're cocooned by his body again
"baby, you really shouldn't-"
a grind of your hips into his stops his words, a soft fuck being exhaled into your hair as he can't help but push back
there's not a lot of talking after, just a lot of pushing and pulling and kissing over your shoulder
until he's working his cock inside you
it feels better than it ever did when he was human, hotter, wetter, tighter
maybe his senses are heightened, maybe it's you
he doesn't care either way, all he knows is this is the best he's ever felt
and then you cum, and he decides he was wrong before, this is the best he's ever felt
he's right on the edge, so so so close to falling over, when you whisper, "cum, junie," and he's gone
it feels different though, there's a pressure in the base of his cock and his balls are heavier, and there's something in him saying he needs to root himself deep, flood you with cum, make sure it sticks
so he does, he lifts your leg and pounds his hips into you one more time before staying there and letting himself go
his vision whites out, but he still hears you whimpering and calling his name, and he still feels your hand reach down between your legs to feel at the place where he's filling you
you sound a little frantic and he tries to pull out, but he can't
there's something catching on your entrance and keeping him inside, something that swells and swells and swells until even he feels frantic with it
his heart is racing and his blood is pumping and his cum is flooding into you, and he has no idea what's happening but he knows nothing has ever felt so right
you're still whimpering and crying but your sounds have a pleasure-tinge again, your pussy quivering around him as you grab at his hand on your hip and pull it up to your chest, his palm pressed flat to your heart so he can feel it gallop just like his
after filling you with what feels like a month's worth of cum, he thinks it's finally over
except he still can't pull out
he's locked inside you, his dick still hard and the base still swollen and throbbing
you pant, trying to catch your breath, before turning your head to the side and asking, "jun, what the fuck is happening right now?"
you sound pretty calm considering the situation, and it gives him the courage to tell you... everything
so he does, he tells you about that night in the woods all those months ago, and about smelling you at the farmer's market and then going back every chance he got just to look for you, and about how this has literally never happened to him before but it has to have something to do with him being a werewolf
you take it relatively well, skipping over the disbelief stage because there's nothing human about the way he's plugging you up and moving right into acceptance
you have a werewolf boyfriend whose dick fits inside you like a puzzle piece, and you find you're alright with that
as soon as he's able to disengage himself from you, he does, his eyes growing wide at the river of white that flows out of you at his exit
it activates the primal part of his brain, has him scooping it up with his fingers to push it back inside of you, has him wishing you were full of him all the time, marked by him all the time
which is a little scary, so he awkwardly laughs it off, chuckles a sheepish, "sorry, baby," and scoots off to get you a washcloth
he mops up the cum and helps you to the toilet so you can let the rest drain out, suppressing the voice screaming at him that all his hard work is going to waste
he calls mingyu later when you're napping, angry for once and skipping over mingyu's hello to shout, "WHY THE FUCK DID I GET STUCK INSIDE MY GIRLFRIEND THIS MORNING?"
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THE BOY WONDER #1
Written by JUNI BA
Art and cover by JUNI BA
Variant cover by CLIFF CHIANG
1:25 variant cover by JUNI BA
$5.99 US | 32 pages | 1 of 5
ON SALE 5/7/24
The young prince Damian Wayne was raised to be the heir to the fearsome League of Assassins—to follow in the footsteps of his deadly mother, Talia, and the Demon’s Head himself, his grandfather Ra’s al Ghul. But everything changed when his father, the Batman, reclaimed him and brought him back to Gotham City. As Robin, young Damian suddenly discovered he was merely one of a number of princes, preceded in the role by his “brothers” Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin…and Damian doesn’t care to be merely anything. But when his father is forced to leave the city on urgent business, and a rash of abductions is accompanied by whispers of a demon stalking Gotham’s dark alleys, Damian will find himself battling alongside his adoptive brothers—and in the process, learning what the mantle of Robin really means!
Visionary writer/artist Juni Ba makes his mark on the timeless story of Batman and Robin, synthesizing the characters’ complex history into an accessible and heartrending fairy tale!
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DC May 2024 Solicitations - Comics Featuring Damian! 🦇
BATMAN #147
5/7/2024
Written by Chip Zdarsky
Art and Cover by Jorge Jimenez
Variant Covers: Kendra “Kukka” Lim (1:25), Stevan Subic (1:50), Jorge Jimenez, Yasmine Putri
With no allies, no weapons, and almost no hope...can Batman fight back before Zur makes a true devil's bargain? The world is about to know Zur's true power! Him and.. his new sidekick? "Dark Prisons" continues!
BATMAN AND ROBIN #9
5/14/2024
Written by Joshua Williamson
Art and Cover by Simone Di Meo
Variant Covers: Gleb Melnikov, Howard Porter, Simone Di Meo (1:25), Ivan Tao(?)
Who will be Gotham's true protector? The people of Gotham will decide! While his father fights for his life, Damian now knows Shush's secrets, and it's only created more problems for him as a high school student and as Robin! Can the Dynamic Duo find each other before it's too late?
THE BOY WONDER #1 of 5
5/7/2024
Written by Juni Ba
Art and Cover by Juni Ba
Variant Cover: Cliff Chiang, Juni Ba (1:25)
The young prince Damian Wayne was raised to be the heir to the fearsome League of Assassins -to follow in the footsteps of his deadly mother, Talia, and the Demon's Head himself, his grandfather Ra's al Ghul. But everything changed when his father, the Batman, reclaimed him and brought him back to Gotham City. As Robin, young Damian suddenly discovered he was merely one of a number of princes, preceded in the role by his "brothers" Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin...and Damian doesn't care to be merely anything. But when his father is forced to leave the city on urgent business, and a rash of abductions is accompanied by whispers of a demon stalking Gotham's dark alleys, Damian will find himself battling alongside his adoptive brothers- and in the process, learning what the mantle of Robin really means! Visionary writer/artist Juni Ba makes his mark on the timeless story of Batman and Robin, synthesizing the characters' complex history into an accessible and heartrending fairy tale!
WONDER WOMAN #9
5/21/2024
Written by Tom King
Art and Cover by Daniel Sampere
Variant Covers: Julian Totino Tedesco, Stjepan Seijic, Irvin Rodriguez (1:25)
The ultimate test! As Sovereign's grip on Wonder Woman's psyche tightens, she retreats into the arms of Steve Trevor. Will their love for the ages prove victorious over the web of Amazon lies weaved in Man's World? Plus, Trinity lets the dogs out!
#baby bat sighting#damian wayne#fearing Damian under Zdarsky again but at least we get more Jorge Jimenez Damian 😭#Ivan Tao’s listed as the 1:25 variant for B&R but i only see Di Meo’s Nika design cover for it? i’ll edit later if nothing changes#the WW summaries are including Trinity so i’m still under the assumption super sons are part of that#they’re not mentioned so Trinity MIGHT finally be having these backups with Wonder girls instead!#still floored about Juni Ba Damian comic art...a month ago i was on his old portfolio site trying to see if he did cons or commissions#the answer is no lol but we're getting a whole comic instead!! 😭#my biggest hangup is going to be his Al Ghul intro for what's supposed to be an 'accessible' comic so this could be a problem...
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Christmas Time to Me
Pairing: Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader
Word Count: Less than the last one, ok?
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. All errors my own. Pining, angst, young pregnancy, Henry is someone’s father, I am writing about British nobility and I am not British, jet lag, reader has a slight inferiority complex, definite ‘Sir’ kink, Dom thoughts, bratty behavior. Oral (both receiving) nipple, play, rough sex, size kink, cow girl, face sitting, p in v (wrap that up). Whew, this was quite different than the tender scene I thought to write.
A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask from @ysmmsy found here. Let me know if you liked it, love. ❤️
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Good afternoon my Dear Professor. What do you think about the latest hullabaloo about the British Museum. Do you think they should return all artifacts? It would empty everything out.
Your alarm went off and you yawned and stretched, then reached for your phone, trying not to have any expectations. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you saw a text waiting there from 12 minutes ago, 6:48 am Houston time.
Good morning, Sir. You know very well what I think about that. I could give a rat’s ass about the BU’s inventory.
Lol, I agree, just wanted to get your blood flowing on this beautiful chilly noon day, mate.
You squirmed at the innocent words. He sure did get your blood flowing, to interesting places. And from just a friendly text.
Thank you, Sir. But it’s a nice balmy morning here in Houston. Now go eat lunch!
Henry grinned.
I will. I am looking forward to seeing you and Junie in a couple of days.
Somehow, you could see Henry’s smile through the phone.
I’m excited. I will do professor stuff while you and Junie are hanging out.
Thank you for the consideration, but there is no question that I will leave you alone for a second.
The authoritative tone reached you over 5,000 miles. You shivered, then shook it off.
🙄 Okay, Sir. I have to shower. See you in a couple of days.
You put your phone back on your charger as you shook your head, knowing that you would think of him while you were getting clean.
Henry stared at the text for a long time, his lunch stuck in his throat. He needed to take a drink of water, suddenly very thirsty. His pants got tighter at his desk as he imagined you all wet in the shower. And you calling him ‘Sir’ did things to him. You affected him in a myriad of ways with one text.
“Christ, Y/N,” growled Henry to himself as he rubbed the bulge in his now tighter pants.
He ran his hand through his curls, trying to think of how he would both be appropriate with you in front of Juniper-Rose, and get beyond this friend zone you’d put him in.
Your ‘friend’ was actually a member of British nobility, Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, the 12th Duke of Jersey, but one who worked at a non-profit for climate change. Your research on Britain’s role on colonialism and world oppression and his activist heart connected you on an intellectual level. He was tall, hot, and a little bit nerdy, just your type.
Too bad that he was your best friend’s baby daddy.
The first time you saw Henry, there was an instant attraction, at least on your side. He was gorgeous, bright blue eyes happy and full of kindness. He looked at you with an appreciation that you recognized from a man, but there was nothing offensive in his gaze.
Junie was literally bouncing in his arms, and his smile was ear to ear for his toddler. He seemed full of girl-dad joy and it was obvious that he was wrapped around her tiny little finger. Of course that made him even more alluring.
You tried to keep from swooning every time you saw Henry, as he grew up from slim-thick twenty something to grown and sexy hunk of a thirty something. Every time you saw him, he got sexier. And your body reacted more.
But girl code, and the fact that you were sure that he was still in love with Jasmine even though they were not together, prevented you from sharing your feelings.
You settled for debates whenever he was in town, which morphed into emails, which changed into friendly texts. He spent all of his available time in Houston with Junie, your goddaughter (christened Marion Eleanor Juniper-Rose Cavill), so the talk was light and passing, and you didn’t want to intrude on Daddy/Daughter time. Smiles and electronic chatter was the entirety of your relationship with Henry. Or so you thought.
You couldn’t, and shouldn’t want for anything more.
Jasmine was always the brightest star in your friend group. To you, she was always just a little bit cuter, prettier, popular and brighter than you, becoming a Rhodes Scholar and jetting off to Britain at 17, while you only earned a National Merit and stayed at home in Houston to attend Rice University.
You two stayed close, communicating every day, you reveling in her adventures studying Economics at Oxford during the week and partying in London on the weekends. You lived vicariously, internalizing the stories Jazz told you as you lived your quiet academic life at Rice with your quiet boring boyfriends.
She casually dropped the news about Henry and the fact that he was a Duke, stating that he was bored of his life of duty and privilege. They kept it fun and casual. Until Jasmine turned up pregnant during her senior year.
Even though they were young starting out, Jasmine and Henry were wonderful co-parents. The only difficulty in the arrangement was that neither Henry nor Jasmine would, or could, give up their lives 5,000 miles apart. Despite his obligations, distance was no barrier for Henry. He would fly over at the drop of a hat for his daughter.
One memorable occasion was when Junie broke her arm playing soccer at eight years old and had to have surgery. You almost hyperventilated when you ran into Henry, who was on Jasmine’s doorstep a day later looking tired and worried. He was very, very handsome, but he was not checking for you. It was all about Juniper-Rose, as he called her. And probably Jasmine too.
The next years of Junie’s life were filled with regular visits to Britain and from her father. Henry came to the States every summer for Junie’s birthday and took her back to Britain for a few weeks. Jasmine took her to London every Christmas, using the opportunity for her work in Economics and to catch up with her European friends.
So here it was, Junie’s 14th Christmas, and you were recruited (by Jasmine of course) to escort her to visit her father on her yearly holiday visit to Britain. Except Junie refused to go this year. Something about wanting to be with her friends who were going to Mexico. And so you wound up being convinced (by Jasmine of course) to go alone. For the entire eight hour flight, you lamented the fact that you did something that you normally don’t: go with the flow
When you landed at Heathrow on December 23rd, you expected a driver to be waiting for you, but what actually happened was surprising. There was Henry, with a small smile, holding up a placard with your name.
You stopped for a moment, heart beating erratically, not expecting this at all. Henry gazed at you as you collected yourself and moved toward him. His smile grew incrementally as you got closer.
“Hullo.”
His baritone held early morning gruffness and was making you feel some kind of way.
“Hello Henry, I mean Sir…I mean Mr. Cavill…Your Grace...”
You felt like you had to curtsey, and you were tongue tied. Meeting Henry in England was different from talking to him on the phone, or texting. Then, you could pretend that he was a regular person, not British nobility and the real-life embodiment of your fantasies.
Henry’s eyes dilated when you called him ‘Sir,” but then he blushed and looked down, then back up at you to correct you quietly, but firmly.
“Henry is fine. Welcome to London.”
God, you were wet.
“Thank you. I.. I didn’t think that you would meet me personally, I mean, knowing that Junie wasn’t here.”
Henry’s smile dropped.
“Juniper-Rose and I spoke, and I am disappointed, but hopeful that she will join us. But I had to come greet you. To thank you for… for everything that you do for my daughter. And for me.”
Henry held your gaze for as long as you would allow before you flushed and turned your eyes to the floor. He was so god damned beautiful.
“No… no.. problem. I love that little girl.”
Henry reached for your carryon, brushing your fingers with his. You felt electricity down your spine as he started walking toward the exit.
“My driver, Benjamim, will get your other bags.”
You chuckled.
“So you do have a driver…”
Henry cocked his head at the comment, wondering what was going on in that head of yours.
“Of course. I told you. I wanted to meet you myself. You are a very special person to me.”
You did not, for a moment, believe that he really meant that. It was simply British politeness.
“And I told you. What I do for Junie, I will do forever. She is like my own.”
You did not want Henry to be nice to you out of obligation.
“And that is part of why I… That is why I have to thank you.”
You were quiet, wondering what this outpouring of communication and sentiment was owed to. You zoned out as you were waiting for the car, staring off into space as you bit your lip. Was Henry trying to get back with Jasmine? Is that why he met you at the airport? What was the reason?
You sighed when you realized that you were giving yourself a headache overthinking, and you realized that you hadn’t had any caffeine yet this day.
Henry interrupted your thoughts with a chuckle.
“You’re overworking that mind of yours, Professor.”
You made a face as he laughed again.
“Come, we’ll get you settled and get you some tea and allow you to rest. Then, tonight, we’ll go out and witness Christmas Time in London.”
“That is just the ticket. Thank you again, Sir Cavill.”
You gave Henry your full smile and a little curtsey this time, and you could see Henry’s smile falter. He cleared his throat and opened the door of the SUV for you. You got in, relaxed in the luxurious seats, and was asleep before Henry and Benjamin got your bags in the car.
As the car rolled along into London, Henry watched you sleeping. You were beautiful, unguarded and soft. He knew that you didn’t know how gorgeous you were and that you constantly compared yourself to Jasmine. For him, there was no comparison. The first time he saw you, it was like he was struck by lightning. At that time, he thought it was unlucky. Only with time and maturity did he realize that he could make his own luck. With you.
You awoke as the car pulled into a drive of a beautiful, large white building. It was almost like a castle. Henry was staring and you stared back, disoriented at first. You looked around.
“Is this the hotel?”
Henry smiled at you.
“It’s my home.”
You smiled back at him.
“It’s beautiful. Will Benjamin be taking me to my hotel after this?”
“I was hoping you would stay here… those were the plans when Juniper- Rose was coming and I… “
Your mouth was hanging open and Henry’s heart sank.
“Of course, I’ll get you a hotel…”
You felt bad. Henry had done an awful lot for you.
“No need! I’d love to stay here. You are too kind.”
Henry looked troubled.
“Y/N, I…”
“Yes?”
“Never mind. Let’s get you settled.”
Your suite of rooms were gorgeous. It was basically a little flat, with a sitting room, en suite and a huge four poster bed, and roaring fireplace.
As soon as you were in your suite, tea was delivered. You are something, took a shower and then rested, letting everyone know you had landed. You were due to get dinner with Henry at 7 PM London time. You decided to nap some more to get over your jet lag. You needed to clear your head of all of your anxious thoughts, and sleep always helped.
It seemed your dreams were filled with thoughts of Henry as well. You woke up warm and wet, as well as dismayed that you were going to be with him in England for so long with this yearning need and no way to satisfy it. You were glad that you had packed your small toy. You needed some relief before you saw him again, or you were liable to jump his bones.
When you came down the stairs at 6 pm, you took Henry’s breath away. You were dressed in a bright red sweater which showcased your cleavage and form fitting black pants that showed all of your curves. Your face was slightly flushed and your smile was shier than this morning. He just wanted to take you in his arms when you reached the bottom stair.
“You look Lovely, Y/N.”
Henry’s eyes shone at you. Damn, he was being so nice.
“How do you feel?”
“Well. I think I’ve done my best to fast forward my body to Londont time. Ready to go!”
You moved to put your coat on, and Henry took it, his fingers brushing your neck as you were getting it settled. He felt your slight shiver as he let his fingers linger just a moment. He had a little bit of hope.
You took him in. Henry had changed from his pullover and joggers that he had on in the morning to a broadcloth shirt unbuttoned at the neck and with sleeves rolled up. He was in dress pants and shoes, and his hair looked combed but run through with fingers. You wished you could play in those curls. You stared for what seemed like forever until Henry cleared his throat and offered his arm.
“Are you ready to see the sights?”
“I sure am, Your Grace.”
Henry rolled his eyes and shook his head
“Stop. If anything, I should be on my knees for you.”
“What?”
You didn’t quite believe that you heard him correctly. He smiled.
“Nothing, let’s go.”
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You were absolutely charmed all night. Henry showed you around London sights at sunset and a dinner at Cafe Cecilia. You talked with Henry like you were old friends, and you were, in your way.
Any anxiety you had about Jasmine was erased from your mind with the good food, good wine, and good conversation, mostly about you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think this was a date.
When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, you didn’t see Henry checking out your ass in your slacks, you just saw how happy you were in the mirror when you washed your hands, you tried to tell yourself to calm down, that he wasn’t into you at all.
Meanwhile, Henry was wiping his hands on his slacks, trying to quiet his own nerves. Your conversations over the years stuck with Henry, and he played them over and over in his mind. When it got to the point that he was replaying how your mouth looked, your curves that his eyes couldn’t help but trace, and the erotic dreams he had about you, Henry had to admit to himself that he had more than just friendly feelings for you.
When he looked up and saw you coming back to the table, his erratic heartbeat and the fact that he could swear that your nipples were erect and pointing right at him, made him decide to tell you how he felt. That night.
An hour and a half later, you were looking over the night skyline with Henry in the private London Eye pod he rented when he spoke to you, barely above a whisper. His voice was hesitant and gruff. And sexy as hell.
“Y/N. I think I… I do.. I feel for you very deeply.”
You turned to him, butterflies loose in your belly.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Come on, Y/N. Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? I am absolutely besotted with you. I told Jasmine how I felt months ago.”
Henry was looking at you, with those beautiful blue eyes determinedly fixed upon you as you paced before him inside the capsule. It was not lost upon you the fact that his eyes were taking in the entirety of your figure. The backdrop of the lights of the city surrounding you from atop the Eye made the scene that much more romantic.
But you didn’t feel romantic. You felt incredulous.
Henry stood up from the bench in the middle of the pod.
“Y/N. I text you every morning..”
“But that’s just your lunch time.”
“I call you my Dear Professor..”
“That’s… that’s just a British thing, like Sherlock Holmes..”
Henry raised his eyebrow at you and looked stern.
“Y/N. I think about you all the time. I am constantly thinking of how to tell you how I feel and now that you are here, in front of me, I’ve decided to just say it.”
You stared at him.
“Well.”
Henry sighed, frustrated.
“Well. I have deep feelings for you.”
“I can’t believe… you did all this. For me?You hardly know me.”
“Don’t start this again. I want to get to know you.”
“Are you trying to get next to Jasmine again?”
Henry threw his hands up.
“What has this got to do with her?”
“Everything has to do with her!”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does.”
Henry was mad.
“Tell you what. Forget I said anything.”
“Fine.”
“Great.”
You two sat in the pod in silence for the next 15 minutes until the ride was done. Henry was texting on his phone and by the time you disembarked, Benjamin was waiting with the car.
You were despondent as you drove back to Henry’s place. You watched him glaring out of the window and thought you’d certainly blew your chance.
“Good night, Y/N.”
Henry breezed by you as you entered the house. You said goodnight to his back as he went up the stairs.
Yep. You blew it.
30 minutes later, Henry was tossing and turning, fighting the urge to go to your rooms and fuck you into submission. You needed to be tied up and… Needless to say that Henry was not getting a good sleep thinking of all the ways he could try and make you understand.
You were nowhere near sleep. The nap earlier and the time difference had you wide awake. As well as thoughts of Henry.
After an hour and a half, you found yourself in the hallways looking for Henry’s rooms. As you crept down a passageway, a door opened on your right.
Henry, sexy as hell in pajama bottoms and curly chest hair, glared down at you.
“What are you doing?”
The question was terse, and you felt the chill. He was still mad.
“I was thinking…”
You bit your lip as you looked up at him, and Henry melted a bit. But just a bit.
“That’s the problem. You think too much.”
“I know…”
You found yourself playing the brat and moving closer to him as he guarded his doorway.
“But I wanna know what you think.”
Henry sighed.
“What I think about what?”
His raised eyebrow indicated that he was about done with you. You feared a spanking. And that made you smile.
“What do you think about when you think of me…”
Henry blinked and pursed his lips. But he didn’t hesitate for long.
“I think about how smart you are, how funny. I think about how our conversations make me think. And I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”
You lifted your chin to look him in the eye. Henry returned your gaze, then allowed his eyes to follow the form of your body in your thin t-shirt and short shorts.
Henry’s jaw clenched and he seemed to take a step back. You pursued him, stepping forward.
“Is that all?”
You felt more confident now, and your sultry voice was barely above a whisper. Henry had to concentrate not just to listen, but to hold himself back.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Don’t I?”
You kept moving forward until you were toe to toe with Henry.
“Tell me all your thoughts. Even the naughty ones. Especially the naughty ones. I wanna know what goes on in that head…”
You reached up on tip toes and ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the curls back that had fallen into his face.
Henry grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush to him, so that you could feel his burgeoning erection.
“I’ve got to kiss you first.”
And he did.
His lips pressed against yours, lightly, rubbing across yours, then he opened his mouth and his tongue tipped out and traced your cupid’s bow. Then he took your bottom lip and nipped lightly, causing you to gasp and as you did so, he claimed your mouth. He suckled your tongue, ruining your panties as his hands slipped down and grabbed your ass. You were breathless as he pulled away.
You looked up into his hungry eyes as they blazed blue fire.
“I think about that. Kissing those lips, feeling this beautiful body. I think about your breasts, what color your areolas, how they would taste. I dream about how your ass would feel. I think about lying between these thighs and having you sit on my face. God, Y/N…”
His long fingers squeezed your bottom and pulled your cheeks apart. The sound and feel of your wetness set Henry’s soul on fire. You whimpered in his clutches.
“Is it possible that you want me as much as I want you?”
Henry tried to peer into your soul.
“If not, tell me now, and I will not bother you again. But if there is some chance…. by God, I want you, Y/N….”
“Henry I…”
He was waiting for word from you. You moved your hands from Henry’s chest down to his cock, which was large and throbbing between you.
“Henry, I want you too.”
“So you want to do this? With me?”
“Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? Fuck me, Sir.”
Henry smiled as he hauled you backward into his room. He sat down on the bed and you climbed up onto his lap, grinding together through your night clothes as he pulled your hair back and attacked your neck with kisses and bites. His other hand went up your shirt to weigh your breast and roll and pinch your nipple.
He bared his teeth in enjoyment as you squirmed on him.
“So so reactive for me, does that feel good, yeah?”
You panted and nodded yes, caught up in the energy of the moment.
He slapped your nipple hard. You keened and shouted, “Yes, oh yesssss.”
You felt his cock throb.
“Just as I thought. You’re a naughty little girl. My naughty little girl now…”
Henry dipped below your t-shirt and started sucking your nipple hard and nipping at it as you desperately tried to find friction on your clit. You hastily pulled off your shirt, then tried to put your hand down your pants.
“Ah ah ah. Don’t touch.”
Henry captured your hand and bent it behind your back, bending you backward as he turned around and deposited you on your back.
“So so beautiful.”
He bent over you and ran first his hands, then his lips and then his tongue over your areolas, grinding into you again. Your legs bent around him, trying to lock him into the friction against your nub. Your whines got to him and you watched as he took off his shirt.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Need you, Henry.”
“Need you too, love. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”
You reached for his pants.
“Give it to me, Sir. Please Sir, Please.”
“Fuck. You sure you want it?”
You started rolling your own nipples and you arched your back as you let your legs fall apart.
“Most definitely. Sir.”
Henry’s eyes were mesmerized, drawn to your core and your weeping, wet cunt. He automatically pulled down his pants and his huge thick cock slapped him on his stomach.
“I am so weak for you.”
You wanted him even weaker so you sat up and tested his weight in your palm. You looked up at him as you wet your lips.
“Wanna taste you. Can I, Your Grace?”
You pecked his dripping tip and let the string of precum stretch to your lips from the head of him as you gently played with his balls. Henry’s voice was impossibly deeper now.
“You may…ughhhhhhhh.”
You slipped your lips around him and drew him into your mouth, using your tongue to circumnavigate him. You had to hinge your mouth open wide to take his girth. You knew your jaw was going to be sore in the morning.
“Naughty, sweet naughty girl. Do you like to get your face fucked? Oooohhh, fuuuck!”
Henry’s hips started moving as his fingers pulled your nipples.
“I wanted the first time to be sweet and tender, but you… you are better than my wildest dreams. And I do mean wild.”
Henry fisted your hair and held you to him, forcing your throat open with his thick member and causing you to gag. After a few seconds, he let go, but you stayed down, causing him to curse.
“Bloody hell, you’re going to make me cum down your throat.”
“Ummmm hmmmm.”
You answered as you pulled off, messy with spit and pre cum. Henry’s eyes were alight as he bent down to grab your thighs and toss you back on the bed.
“You’re trying to get properly fucked, but I need to taste you first.”
He lay down beside you and grabbed you again, palming your ass in his hands as he maneuvered your legs around his shoulders. His hands were your seat as he prepared to eat you like some decadent fruit. He brought you to his mouth and his eyes watched you as he tasted you. They rolled back as if in rapture and he dove in, fully suckling and laving you.
Henry stopped long enough to say, “Sit down!” because you were trying not to put your full weight on him.
When he pulled you down on his face, his tongue went deep inside you as he nibbled at your clit. His tongue was so skillful that your legs drew up around his head and your thighs started shaking.
You pulled at his hair and started begging.
“Stop, please stop. Henry. Sir. I’m gonna… I’m… ahhhhh!”
When you came, and released into his mouth, you tried to climb off of him, but he held you fast, eyes dark with warning.
When he came up for air, Henry grinned at you.
“Now’s the time to split you open, Love.”
He literally grabbed you and positioned you above his pelvis. You knew what to do from there and you watched as he positioned himself so that you could slide down around him. You looked up at him as you bend your thighs so that his tip could breach your entrance.
“You feel as good as you taste.”
Licked his lips as you slid down around him slowly, his thick cock difficult to take. The stretch almost took you out, but your wetness helped you out. You felt unimaginably filled to the brim with Sir Henry Cavill.
“So fucking tiny, Love. You feel so good, my naughty little girl.”
You whimpered as you stayed still to adjust to him, and as you grabbed his hand to feel himself inside your abdomen. His eyes got wide.
“Such a tight fit. D’you feel me? Feel me inside there?”
His cock throbbed and he started to move a little, eyes dilating as you winced.
“Does it hurt, Love?”
“Y-y-es Sir. Only a little.”
You bit your lip as Henry spit on his thumb and started working your clit.
“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll make it feel better.’
“Hnnnghhhh. Ohhhh!”
Your back bowed as Henry pistoned inside you, and the pain turned to pure pleasure. Henry sat up and held your arms behind your back with one hand, and man handled your breast with the other. He suckled your nipple through his fingers and then gave you a filthy kiss.
“Do you want to be mine?”
“Hnnnhhh. Yes. Yes. Sir.”
“Good girl. You know what to say already.”
He gave you a sweet peck on your lips as he pinches your nipple. Hard. That caused you to shatter, and you came around his cock.
Henry looked down.
“Look at that cunt. Pulling me in so greedily.”
He looked back up at you.
“Look at your face. So Lovely with it all fucked out.”
You were lost in his eyes as he rotated so that your back was on the bed.
“Need you to cum Sir. Job’s not done.”
“Your wish is my command. Tonight. But I will demonstrate to you who your Lord is later on.”
And Henry started to pull out, stopping just in time to save your sanity as you were ready to fight if he left you right now. He hiked your leg around his waist as he delivered powerful thrusts to seat himself deep inside you.
“I wanted to be gentle, but no. You pull this primal nature out of me. I can’t be polite.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be, Sir. Be yourself. Give me yourself. Take me.”
Henry grunted and suckled your collarbone, sure to leave a mark as he pumped sloppily into you.
“Cum again…”
You obeyed his command as he reached between you and thrummed your clit. You detonated just before he did and you both came back together in each other’s arms, sweaty and out of breath.
You stared at him as if he weren’t real.
“What’s wrong, Love?”
“I now know the meaning of Happy Christmas.”
Henry smiled and kissed your forehead.
“It is a happy Christmas, indeed.”
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#ask dj#dj will answer#dj’salliwant4kchristmas22#Henry Cavill#henry cavill fanfic#henry cavill x female reader#henry cavill x black reader#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill smut#henry cavill imagine
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Updated next gen babies (mostly for headcanon / fic purposes). Picrew here <3
Rayllum:
Raeven 'Rae' (he/him) bearing a traditional Moonshadow name. The oldest by just half a year, around 22ish. He's quieter like his mother and more bookish like his father, but lacks both of their confidence in their skills, although he loves magic and is connected to the Moon arcanum (and quickly fosters a connection to Sky thanks to his father).
Juni (she/her) is more human like in her appearance, other than the horns and ears she leaves proudly on display. Younger sister by about 3-4 years (18ish). Loud mouthed and proud, she's far more out going than her brother, regularly tugging him into trouble (and getting them out of it). She wants to be a great warrior like her mum, but has some difficulties given that she's not connected to any arcanums.
Sorpeli:
Briella, sometimes Bri or El for short, (she/her) is their firstborn twin and closest in age to Rae (22ish). Gentle and with a bit of a people pleasing tendency, she is found most often by her mother's side, still helping along with certain religious and political rites. She's also a bit of a scaredy cat and rarely leaves the castle as a whole, but maybe one day she'll discover her own path.
Brynn (she/they) is the second born twin, and far more reserved and quiet - not because she has nothing to say, but because most people don't need to hear it. Unlike their sister, Brynn seeks to leave Katolis behind to explore the Pentarchy and help rejuvenate the west with magic, following in the footsteps of her teacher, Aunt Claudia, to be a true mage (much to Soren's mild discomfort).
Claudiez:
Crown Princess Sarai II (she/her) and her brother are the youngest of the bunch by a few years (17ish). She's a good student and will be a good ruler some day, even if she doesn't have a strong passion for it and would much rather be out riding or performing archery, or even making bracelets with her mother. Unashamed of her family and kingdom's complex past, Sarai isn't easily ruffled, even if she is very protective and more than a little sly.
Prince Daryen (he/him) is the youngest at 15 and prone to doing his own thing, either researching spells for his mother, High Mage and Queen Claudia (with no real interest in magic himself), or nurturing his own connection to animals passed down from his father in the castle gardens. Quiet and sarcastic, he's content to be his elder sister's advisor someday, but isn't in any rush to get there. For now, he'd rather spend his time in the library or exploring secret passage ways.
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who is the most emotional/sensitive koopaling?
Oh, easy, it's Ludwig. By a LOT.
For Roy, most things don't usually make him cry... It's possible for him to, but it's not that common. He's usually "the calm one" who comforts other people and rarely needs comfort himself.
Iggy only shows "extreme emotions." Like, he'll scream and rant in furious-ness or roll around on the floor and sob in devastation, but when it comes to smaller things like simple frustration or sadness, he tends to bottle those up. Smaller, more complex emotions are harder to express to him. Plus, Iggy is usually happy and cheerful most of the time, so any negative emotions whatsoever are rarely seen at all.
Wendy has always been fairly monotone(?) She doesn't show emotion most of the time and really wants people to NOT talk to her or comfort her. She barely shows excitement/happiness and rarely lets her sad side show. Her default emotion is annoyance and can only turn into rage.
Morton bottles up EVERYTHING that isn't him smiling and showing a happy face. Truth be told, Morton is probably the 2nd most sensitive koopa. He is constantly on-edge and about to just, explode from stress and being overworked. But he doesn't. Every negative thought or feeling that appears gets bottled up and thrown away, never to be seen again :) {Somebody help this boy-}
Larry has been a punching bag his whole life, so he has been desensitized to pain and sadness for himself. He also doesn't really care about other people's feeling. Unless Larry is raging at people on the Xbox, he pretty much never shows anything other than a hideous smile.
Lemmy, like Wendy, usually shows annoyance->rage most of the time. But he can be bursting with glee, too. Lemmy also gets sad sometimes. Very sad. After having an accident because of Roy (back in January) Lemmy locked himself in his room and didn't speak with anyone--ESPECIALLY ROY--For a while. Lemmy doesn't really know how to talk about his feelings, so when he gets upset and people try to comfort him, he "shuts down." (Like what happened with Ludwig in January, too)
Jr has never been mad in his life. You have to do something very specific to get anger out of him. It also takes quite a bit to make him upset, but not as much effort as to make him mad. Junie is usually happy and optimistic all the time, and it is quite difficult to ruin his spirit.
Ludwig is super sensitive and will tear up/cry at very simple things. For example: Him completely breaking down and sobbing because... It's snowing. Making Ludwig cry is probably the easiest thing on Earth. However, Ludwig is very good at talking about his feelings and finding healthy ways to relieve stress. And he never bottles anything up--He is very open about how he feels. And similar to Jr, Ludwig NEVER gets mad. You'd have to do something very specific. Only twice in his whole life has he ever gotten pissed off with someone. And fair warning: A mad Ludwig is a scary Ludwig. Worse than Wendy.
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Hello, sorry if this ask is awkward. I've come upon many of your works and they've always pulled me in. Thinking it over, I realize that I bleed my perfectionist issues into my writing and make all my characters OP or stereotypical or generally boring. How can I stop being scared of writing "human" characters? Is there a way to do that?
You don't have to answer this. You can delete this ask if I'm being weird here. Thank you for taking your time to read this, though.
From Juni.
This is not awkward in the least!!! I'm very happy to hear the questions, especially on writing! That's something I know a lot about, even if I don't believe myself capable of applying all of my knowledge in the best ways possible for some of my own works. Still, character psychology is my favorite topic.
What I would say is the most important thing (and I'm a perfectionist as well) is to realize that the more flaws a character has, the more relatable they are. The less flaws they have, the more unrealistic they are - thus unlikable or un-relatable.
To address the certain types you mentioned specifically, I'll try and use examples. For instance, if you have an OP character, the best way to make them interesting is to give them an emotional weakness. If it's Saitama from Once Punch Man, who can literally defeat any threat in a single punch, give him a friend, and then make that friend the threat, that friend the villain, whether the friend is a traitor or an unwilling participant to another villain's plans. What's he gonna do, then? Not be OP and kill him in one punch.
For OP characters, the trick is generally to make the conflict more complicated and emotional. Since I'm character-focused as a writer, the way I might do an OP character is to give him a fragile personality type. Extreme contrast to his OP-ness is interesting, it adds a direct opposite.
Opposites are the best trick to making any character complex.
If you have issues with stereotypical characters, you can use this same method. Did you make a jock character? The kind that stereotypically bullies the weak kids, has multiple girlfriends, is a player, etc? Make him a crybaby. Make him sensitive. Make him a bully of kids that remind him of himself. Maybe he can't keep girls because they expect him to be tough and cool, but then he has a breakdown over something small and they laugh at him. Cheerleader stereotype? Usually vain, obsessed with being a ringleader? Give her self-hatred so extreme that she can't even look at herself if she's not wearing layers of makeup. She hates being popular, but does it out of necessity for her own survival in the school, or else she'd be bullied, and she can't deal with that.
Typically the problem with stereotypes is that we've seen them so much (thus the label) that we no longer care about them when we see them. If you give us something that we can empathize with, relate to, or feel bad for them over, you've made progress!
Being worried about writing 'human' characters is usually a reflection of your own fear of your own flaws. You have to allow a certain amount of vulnerability with yourself when you write, including trying to let characters adopt traits from you. Almost every one of my own characters has something (many things) related to me that they deal with, whether habits or trauma types or fears or mental illnesses. That's why I'm able to write them that way! So honestly, if you're a perfectionist, try writing a character who's also perfectionist. If they want to be perfect so badly that they show none of their flaws, give them an arc where it bottles up so much that it eventually bursts out somehow.
In the end, there are quite a few ways to spice up a character. For me, I most often go to trauma. It's my passion, obviously, but it holds a lot of weight. When a character has past trauma, it shapes everything that they are in the present.
I have books I use that indicate common traits of different traumas or backstory events if I struggle with some (The Emotional Wound Thesaurus by Becca Puglisi and Angela Ackerman is the best, and I recommend all of their other thesauruses as well). This helps me if I get stuck, though I've used it so much that it's old hat by now, and my own experiences most often inform my characters'.
If you want deeper thoughts on the matter, feel free to ask me any other questions you have, or take a look at the Positive and Negative Traits Thesauruses from those authors! They have sections in the beginning of all of their books that give the most excellent breakdowns of how to create a perfectly flawed character and how to make the audience care.
Thank you so much for the ask - much love to you!! <3
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up contemplating the differences between asgardian and midgardian written language (because i started pondering if sylvie can read and write). we know that thor and loki and all of our friends from asgard can communicate with our earth friends– even if the vocabulary is far more shakespearean– so are they speaking the same language but with different writing systems? do we ever get to see the asgardian writing system on screen? we see loki sign his name and it’s in the same language you are reading this post in, but did he have to translate the characters in his head first?
if sylvie was taken by the TVA around age 10, and this was a thousand years ago, would she be able to fill out a form to get hired at mcdonalds? or did she have jack do the writing for her while she dictated? do you think she sought out education when she could in the ends of worlds? if she could read, does she like to? does she like to write? if she can’t, does she think poetry to be a waste of time for frivolous spoiled creatures like loki who get to while away their days with literature while she scavenged for rats? and did loki ever read her a poem out loud because he wanted to share with her and the words hit her in the chest and she realized oh, some of this poetry stuff is like being seen for the first time?
please feel free to share your thoughts with the class.
#I know the answer is “Juni it’s superheroes who cares how they are talking and communicating”#But language makes world building so much more complex and honestly I just wanna know if my girl can read#I would guess that she can to an extent but after centuries escaping omniscient time fascists it is not her number one priority#curious what the rest of the world thinks#and if no one else cares well then at least i pondered on my own!#sylvie#sylvie laufeydottir#loki series
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ive been playing pokemon masters recently and as i storm through the story (i got red so im winging through it wee) i stare into paulo. dude.
#a juni juno ramble#pretty complex character in mobile game!! shocks local tv head#anyways uhhhhhhh im gonna shoot him into therapy like right after his breakdown#like everyones keeping an eye out for him cause they care for him but he just spirals woo boy#ok uh#yeah im having fun that i go through#and i love seeing the character interactions#there was a ref to the lance hyper beam moment lmao i think#and i saw red and blue :]]]]]]]]]]] yippee :DDDD
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The young prince Damian Wayne was raised to be the heir to the fearsome League of Assassins — to follow in the footsteps of his deadly mother, Talia, and the Demon’s Head himself, his grandfather Ra’s al Ghul. But everything changed when his father, the Batman, reclaimed him and brought him back to Gotham City.
As Robin, young Damian suddenly discovered he was merely one of a number of princes, preceded in the role by his “brothers” Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin… and Damian doesn’t care to be merely anything. But when his father is forced to leave the city on urgent business, and a rash of abductions is accompanied by whispers of a demon stalking Gotham’s dark alleys, Damian will find himself battling alongside his adoptive brothers — and in the process, learning what the mantle of Robin really means!
Visionary writer/artist Juni Ba makes his mark on the timeless story of Batman and Robin, synthesizing the characters’ complex history into an accessible and heartrending fairy tale!
Preview of "The Boy Wonder" #1, new DC Black Label series from Juni Ba
Well, THIS looks like it could be fun!
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Tigr Cubs 23-24:
Lucia Piedrahita (Elite Dancer Pro)
Penelope LeMieux (Artflux)
Audrina Mossembecker (?)
Junie Beus (Michelle Latimer)
Kinley Harper (Club)
Madisyn Rose Amos (Club)
Navy Kate Forrest (Club)
Harper Schwalb (Club)
Tatum Self (Club)
Kennedy Marble (Club)
Addie Johnson (The Crew)
Beccy Crucet (DUC Miami)
Avery Altobelly (Epic DC)
Gemma Holmes (Evolve Dance Complex)
Sienna Hoover (Evolve Dancer Project)
Kenzie Wright (Elite Performance Studios)
Calla Massey (Green Room)
Jessica Sutton (K2)
Scarlett Manzel (Larkin)
Savannah Jackson (Larkin)
Alexandra Charnstrom (Larkin)
Mila Simunic (Legacy)
Stella Riley (New Level)
Reese Braga (New Level)
Bradley Kawa (Phoenix Dance Collective)
Tinsley Wallace (Renner Dance)
Melina Blitz (Rock)
Annsley Huff (Southern Strutt)
Sloane Hall (Southern Strutt)
Brinley Evans (Southern Strutt)
Abby (Starlight Dance)
Remi Hilson (Starstruck)
Lainey Hess (WFDC)
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Hihi so I saw your match up things and obv I am gonna request one 🤭
Name: Lisa / Juni
Fandom: owari no seraph
Mbti : INFJ
I'd also say I am quite creative, open minded and curious
Astrology wise I am libra rising, cancer moon and cancer sun.
Here's a picture of me :3 :
My type: intelligent, smart and playful and also incredibly complex people.
Also obv my favourite is Ferid and yes I forgot if there's any other category
I match you up with...
Ferid Báthory as your s/o
Why? He would be interested in your creativity and intelligence. He would appreciate your adoration for literature,music and art.
I think that at first, when he barely got to know you, he would act like his usual 'self'. But, as time passes by, he would feel more comfortable with you. Obviously, his façade would still be on mostly around you, but you will observe some odd changes in his behavior once he gets to trust you more. For example: When you both sit in silence and there's nothing left to discuss, he would say something worrying about him, but then he would quickly regain his composure and pretend that nothing happened. Or, he would start to make darker jokes about himself and always promise you that they're only jokes. (spoiler: they're not only jokes) Of course, it will be hard for you to gain his complete trust, the process will be hard and long, but it will be worth it.
Even when he gets to finally trust you, he would still tease you sometimes. He would perhaps tease you about your admiration for art. (like, for example when he jokes with Crowley, in the light novel, about his new 'interest' in art, when Ferid was simply drawing out a map.) You will probably still find some of his so-called jokes bizarre, but after some time you get used to them.
I think that he would obviously call you beautiful and he would admire ur blonde long hair. (Imo your hair seems a darker shade of blonde soo)
He really likes unique things and people, sparkling his interest and making him less bored of eternity and life, in general. He would like your unique sense of style and music.
Something adorable that you will quickly notice about him will be the fact that he will always remember every small detail about you. Even if you mention even only once about your adoration for an artist or a character, he would immediately buy you something with that artist or character. His love language would also be quality time and gift-giving, so you would better be prepared for him to fill ur room with gifts and also, expect him to always want to spend time with you.
After you both get into a relationship, you would quickly see a very different side of him. He would be clingy, careful with you, gentle, but some of his jokes and some of his teasing is still there.
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I love Leonard Wright Junior he was seriously such an asshole to Faith in their first meeting that Faith decided he was going to make fun of this guy into oblivion forever. Juni you did that to yourself. Like okay Faith isn't blameless here he did call Juni short on their first meeting but it isn't Faith's fault that Juni has a height complex
#suchobabbles#faith only called juni ochibichan after juni had called him an asshole and a bastard. this feels fair to me#helios#i am going to start tagging my text posts w fandom because i am increasingly annoyed at not being able to find them again#sorry to anyone in the tag who'll see my nonsense
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what morphs are your snakes?? toast is one of the cutest boys i've ever seen 🥺🥺🥺🥺
update: JUNIPER ALSO SUPER SUPER SUPER PRETTY I'VE LOOKED AT MORE PICTURES OF HER TOO YOU HAVE DELIGHTFUL NOODLES CONGRATS!!!
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dkjfhgb tysm anon!!! I love them with all my heart and am very very happy that they bring just as much joy to you as they do to me!! They are such sweet darling little creatures and every day watching them gives me more and more appreciation for how complex and fascinating animal cognition is because they are very much their own little fellows with their own personalities and not at all the mindless instinctual eating machines
As for their morphs, Toast is a kingpin (lesser x pinstripe), while Junie is a piebald!
#anon#reply#miss juniper everythingbagel#cinnamon toast toffee cake#toast really IS the cutest damn thing he is so curious and inquisitive#meanwhile junie is a shy little lady who is very laid back but also prefers to simply be left alone so she can observe from a distance
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