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foreveralbon · 4 months

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“my model, my inspiration, my muse, my everything” - ln4

pairing: lando norris x reader

in which lando becomes a stranger’s muse and more

word count: 3.5k

content warnings: swearing, i am not an art girlie so very limited (and crappy) descriptions of artworks enjoy!! <3

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lando doesn’t want to be there. sure, he’s never going to turn down an invitation to go to the club with oscar and the rest of the team, but is he always going to want to be there? not really.

because between what felt like a shit sprint, an even shittier race and the shittiest weekend he’s ever had with the car in qatar, he’d rather be at home, wallowing in his own self pity, half asleep while watching friends reruns. but things don’t always go his way, so being dragged out of the hotel by oscar and the others to a club he doesn’t want to be at against his will seems quite on brand for lando norris.

he’s decided to make the shadows his hiding spot, sitting at the corner of the bar where he can drown himself in enough shots and self-pity that it could rival charles’ mood after a dnf with ferrari. he makes it through five shots, seven songs, and manages one pathetic rundown of the race in his head before two bodies slide up to the bar beside him. he’s known max too long to not be able to tell when his best friend is to the left beside him, so he instantly assumes pietra’s to his right.

“p,” he says, not turning to look at the girl. “do you reckon we can-”

there’s a small pause before an uncertain, “me?” is said in his direction. the unfamiliar voice has him raising his head to see a girl who is definitely not max’s girlfriend staring back at him. it takes him an extra second to register that it’s a very pretty girl staring back at him.

it probably must be the alcohol giving him a boost of unexpected confidence because it takes just the smallest of glances at her before he’s blurting out, “can i buy you a drink?”

he can hear max sputter behind him because where the hell did that come from, lando? yeah, definitely the alcohol.

but her eyes can barely hide her amusement and she can barely contain her giggles, a bubbly laugh that’s music to lando’s ears. “i’m sorry, but i don’t even know your name.”

with his cheeks tinged pink, the man holds his hand out. “i’m lando.”

her grip is strong in his, the rings on her fingers cool against his warm skin. “y/n. you don’t look like you’re having too much fun, lando.” she jerks her head toward the exit, turning back to him with a smirk that has lando’s insides melting. “how do you feel about ditching?”

her hand never leaves lando’s as he tells max he’ll call him when he gets the chance and then she’s leading him out the bar and onto the main street. he finds himself questioning whether he should trust some random girl he just met to take him around in a foreign country but the voice of reason in his head shuts up when she looks up at him with a smile that instantly has his knees weak and his dimples on full display.

maybe this weekend might not end so bad after all.

—

they converse over sodas and shawarma because nothing else is really open at that time of night in qatar, and with every passing minute of their “date”, lando finds himself more intrigued by her than he ever thought could be possible.

maybe it’s the way her hair falls over her shoulder when she leans forward to listen to him and give him her utmost attention. or it could be the way her eyes soften whenever she makes him laugh. maybe it’s the way her lips curve up into the most beautifully cheeky smile whenever he says something so out of pocket that it makes her head drop down as her shoulders shake with silent laughter.

“so, what do you do?”

her question comes as a surprise to lando. not that he expected her to really know, but qatar is a small country and he wouldn’t think much would happen at the same time as the doha grand peix.

“i’m a formula one driver,” he says.

“that is so cool,” she gasps. “i wish i could have a cool job like that. i’m an artist, and i guess there’s not much to say about that. i’m in a bit of a slump though, that’s why i came to qatar, for inspiration.”

“and have you found any? inspiration, i mean.”

“not yet. but if you want, maybe you can be my muse.”

he just laughs and moves the conversation along, but his mind doesn’t stop racing, keeps screaming, yeah, maybe i can.

—

lando decides it quickly: he’s had y/n for two weeks and he would go to the ends of the world and back for her.

after their late night date in qatar, they exchanged numbers after finding out they both live in london, under the promise they would see each other again when they were both back home.

since then, they’d spent hours messaging each other. lando talks about his driver friends, his childhood in karting and his favourite places to visit. she talks about her art, university and her favourite foods to eat. she makes him promise her that he’ll take her all around the world, and he makes her promise him that she’ll never make him eat any foods with fish.

he tells himself it’s not normal to feel like this, to tone it down a little bit. when, really, all he wants to do is just giggle and swing his legs like a little schoolgirl with a crush.

“guys, i’m in love,” he announces two weeks later, falling onto the couch of oscar’s driver room in the austin gp.

“are you now?” oscar muses, pushing lando’s legs from off the couch so he can sit down beside him. lando throws him a snarky look but continues talking when he realises the aussie’s on his phone and paying him no attention.

“no, seriously. her name’s y/n, she’s from england too. she’s funny, kind, smart, talented, artistic. she’s a painter and all that.”

“a painter?” oscar looks up. “where’d you go that you met an artist?”

lando quickly fills oscar in on the last two weeks, from leaving the celebrations early to their nightly conversations. he even mentions her creative slump, how he’s trying to help find ways to inspire her.

he doesn’t register the look of affection oscar’s giving him, but when he does, he stutters to a stop. “oi, why are you giving me that look?”

“i’m glad you’ve found someone, mate.” he stands up and heads toward the door before stopping slightly. “just don’t fuck it up, yeah?”

the door swings shut behind oscar and lando slumps back onto the couch, a smitten look on his face. “me too, mate. me too.”

and when his phone lights up with a photo of her smiling face taken the night they met, he’s never felt more lovestruck.

—

lando asks her to be his girlfriend over the phone in oscar’s driver room in texas. he could’ve sworn his heart doubled in size hearing her laugh out the sweetest chorus of “yes” he’d ever heard in his life.

he spends the next four weeks leading to the winter break on the phone with his girlfriend - his girlfriend! - and his first day off on a plane to see her. she greets him at the airport, practically jumping into his arms when she sees him.

from the moment he gets her in his arms, he knows he’s never going to let her go. and he quite literally doesn’t the first few days. his hand is glued to her thigh in the car, his arms wrapped around her shoulders or waist whenever he can get behind her, or he’s got a hand in her pocket as they walk around. it’s only until she has to go to art studio that she manages to peel him off her.

“listen, lan, baby,” she says between the kisses he presses onto her lips, “i need to go now, but i’ll be back to pick you up later.”

“but i don’t want you to go,” he whines. she presses her palm to his cheek lovingly before walking out the front door of his london home and leaving him alone.

but true to her word, she’s back a couple hours later, urging him into the car, and when he asks where she’s taking him, she simply says somewhere.

it doesn’t take long for them to pull up in front of a small building, and he doesn’t question it when she tells him to close his eyes before she takes his hand and leads him inside.

“promise me you’re not looking, lan.” her own hands now cover his eyes as she guides him through the building.

“promise, love,” he says.

it’s not until he feels her hands moving away and the creak of a door swinging open that he opens his eyes and is meant with a paint-splattered room full of used and empty canvases. but then she turns his attention to a certain corner of the room, a display of canvases stood on easels staring back at him - it takes a moment for him to notice that it’s his face staring back at him. multiple portraits of close up shots, to him on the podium, to even a formula one car going around a corner of the track.

“i have an art exhibition coming up and i didn’t know what to do, but when i saw you, i just knew i had to paint you,” she explains, following him closer to the paintings. she lets him brush his fingers across the fabric, watches him trail every detail along the curve of his painted faces, the glint of his p2 trophy from his podium in brazil, the shape of the car - max’s, he realises. he tears his gaze away just as she continues talking.

“i know it’s not a lot, and it might seem a bit creepy because i did go through pinterest for a bunch of good photos of you, and i took screenshots of you whenever skysports showed you on screen. but you’re just so pretty, and i really, really wanted to paint you and-” she registers the look he’s giving her, arms crossed, head tilted to the side as his face stretches into a smile so big his eyes squint. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“you think i’m pretty?”

she scoffs and pushes him back, a laugh bubbling out of lando’s mouth as he grabs her wrist and hold her to him. she loops her arms around his neck before saying, “you know, i almost forgot why i loved this.” she pauses, and he gives a look, prodding her on. “but you’ve reminded me why. it’s like being with you makes the world seem different. brighter. better. happier.”

lando wishes he had his camera, wishes he could be a painter like her just so he could capture the pure joy in her eyes and keep it forever, because even if her face in that moment was the last thing he saw, lando’s sure he would die a happy man.

he doesn’t know what to say, so he just kisses her instead, letting her know all he was trying to say with that one sweet motion. and when he rests his forehead on hers, he grins cheekily and says, “looks like i became your muse after all, huh?”

—

the gallery is bustling with noise as he pushes past the double doors into y/n’s art exhibition four months later. four months of late nights and long days, multiple stress breaks and even more mental breakdowns. though most of the work took place during the winter break, lando wouldn’t have traded it for the world, because no matter how he spent it, there was nothing better than being by his girl’s side.

oscar stands to his right, a woah of appreciation escaping his lips as they take in the gallery.

paintings in shades of orange, pink and yellow hang along one wall - her perception of him watches everyone from its place on the wall opposite. oscar and lando stand tall in their own separate large frame, and it’s hard to miss the signature colours of mclaren, but dimmer, almost warmer, a style lando would recognise anywhere as y/n’s having spent so long around it.

the way everyone marvels over his girl’s artwork is music to his ears and he can’t help but flush when people recognise him as the man in the portraits.

“young lando norris,” someone booms from behind him. he recognises y/n’s art professor emerging from the crowd and greets the older man with a firm handshake.

“sir! good to see you,” lando says politely.

he gestures around him. “your girl’s done well, lando.”

lando nods. “she has. i’m very proud of her, i always knew she could do it.”

“have you seen her yet?”

“no, i haven’t, actually. i came with oscar, so.”

the older man ahhs, giving him a knowing smile. “well, don’t let me hold you up. go get her.”

lando leaves them with a gracious nod, moving through the crowd to his girl, all the while accepting handshakes from supportive friends and small wishes of “congratulations”, “well done” and “tell her we’re proud of her”. he finally spots her, hair pinned to perfection and dress perfectly hugging every curve of her body, making small talk with a well-dressed couple in the corner of the room.

he catches the exact moment she realises he’s there, revels in the grin that splits her face as she excuses herself. it’s barely a minute between that moment to when she’s barreling into his arms, head furrowing in the crook of his neck as she mumbles, “you made it.”

he presses her tighter to his body. “i wouldn’t miss this for the world, love.”

their moment short-lived though when someone kindly taps on her shoulder. y/n pulls away from him and, with one glance at the woman, turns back to him. “i have to go make a speech, but i’ll be back right after.”

he lets her go with a quick kiss to her lips and forehead and never takes his eyes of her as she makes her way through the crowd to the front of the room, his cheeks flushing when she catches sight of him and blows him a quick kiss. he feels oscar come up beside him, handing him a glass before resting his now-free hand on lando’s shoulder, muttering a low, “simp.”

shut up he shoots back, just as y/n taps the microphone in her hand once, twice, getting the guests’ attention.

“hello everyone, i just wanted thank you all for coming out here tonight. it means so much to me.” she pauses for the ‘you’re welcome’s’ before continuing, “i know i’ve already addressed everyone here and said my thank you’s, but i’d like to mention two more people. oscar, who was patient enough to pose for me for one of my paintings. it means the world to me, thank you, osc.

“and to lando, the boy who inspired me to do all this. if you don’t know who he is, just look around, you’ll find him, he looks really similar to the big guy on the wall.” a chorus of laughter rings out. “without you, lan, i couldn’t have done any of this. thank you for sitting there on facetime so that i could sketch you because i was scared i wouldn’t do you justice from memory, thank you for bringing me takeout when i was stuck in the studio late at night, hyper-fixating on the smallest of details and so much more. i love you, so so much.”

and as the crowd erupts into applause, he just raises his glass in the smallest of gestures to her, and whispers, “anything for you, baby.”

—

it’s later that night when they’re both in the comforting darkness of their room, still tipsy off too many glasses of champagne and each other. he runs a hand through her hair, her naked body warm against his. they’re already so close he can’t even tell where he starts and she stops, but he needs to be closer. he tugs her toward him, bringing her leg over his hip and tucking her face in the crook of his neck before wrapping his arms around her torso.

“lando, i can’t breathe,” she laughs, but she still furrows closer to him.

“it’s a great way to go, don’t you think?”

“mmm, the best way.”

“baby?”

“yes.”

he knots his hand through her hair once more, pulling her away from his neck and forcing her to look at him. “you know i live for you, right?”

“do you?” her voice is incredulous, like she can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.

“only you, because of you. no one else.”

she’s quiet for a moment, only the sound of their even breaths filling the room. and then she’s pressing the softest kisses to his face. his eyes - “my model” - cheeks - “my inspiration” - nose - “my muse” - and then his lips: “my everything.”

“i love you, lando.”

“i love you, too, baby.”

“only me?”

her voice is small and muffled and he can’t help but laugh. “yeah, darling, only you.”

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author’s note: helloo, firstly, thank you soso much to @disneyprincemuke for encouraging me to finish this mwah <3

secondly, i don’t normally write fics, i mainly write other original works and my main genre is normally thriller and suspense so this is very far off what i normally write. feedback is so appreciated so please don’t hesitate to critique :)

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #actually reading it back i kinda like it #liyah writes

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Hiii can i get a headcanon on how fast the bayverse turtle boys gain a crush on someone? Thank youu!

Oooo this is fun, I put the turtles in order from fast to slow!

Raphael

I know it's sounds surprising but I feel like raph is really easy when it comes to crushes

He just likes people

Like he's so fascinated by them, that when someone new comes around, he kinda gets attached

With crushes it's more physical stuff he's attracted too: your hair whether it be long or short. The color or your eyes. Any and all accessories you wear daily. Your height, are you super short or tall when compared to him?

Now, raph crushing is easy, but falling in love, that's when his walls go up

After about a month or so, when the friendship doesn't go anywhere or the person just doesn't have a fun personality, the crush kinda simmers away

But, if you prove to him that you value him as a friend, that's when you're in for it

If you stand up for him or his brothers in front of people that'll get you some extra Raphie points

If you can take his angry jabs and throw them right back at him, even more points

Then the physical stuff doesn't matter, he spends every moment learning everything he can about you

When this stage happens, he thinks it's just a strong crush, but no, it's the early stages of love <3

Donnie

(Look at his cute little smile in the picture!!!)

This might also be a shock, but Donnie is also very quick to get a crush

Well not quick, he's very picky when it comes to any possible romantic partner

He's a 'friends to lovers' kinda guy, ya know

But if you come down to the lair often, and always make a point to visit and check in with him, he'll start to get happy by your visits

If you bring him food or coffee (just the way he likes it) something clicks in his brain

Like the way you're taking care of him suddenly makes him realize how sweet and caring you are

How warm and bright your eyes are. How enviting your smile is. Have you always had those dimples on your cheeks?

Like Raph, if you show him how much he means to you and how much you value your friendship, it'll make his heart skip a beat

He'll be reserved with his feelings for quite a bit, scoping out your movements to see if they're just friendly or if it's something more

In the meantime, he's happy to just sit with you and learn all about you

Mikey

At a shocking third place we find Mikey

Now, you may think Mikey gets crushes easy, but no, no no no, those are not crushes and feelings, that's admiration

He admires humans, all humans, all traits, literally everything

In the first movie he had a bit of a "crush" on April, that was simply because she was new, she was a girl, and actually took the time to get to know him and his family

But that crush quickly went away before the second movie

Mikey admires people, but there are certain ones that catch his attention.

Your hobbies and your job are the most interesting things about you to Mikey, he thinks they say a lot about a person

If you share hobbies he'll try to do them with you, but if not he's happy to listen anyway or watch silently

And then if you show interest in his hobbies.....!!!!!!!

Very few people actually bother to get to know the real Mikey, the Mikey behind all the funny faces and jokes, but if you put in that effort, he's practically head over heels for you in that very moment

You have to show him that you care about who is his not what he is

Once you do that you're in

Leo

Hardest to impress and hardest to keep, Mr. Fearless himself

He's not very trusting of people, he can be a bit of a negative Nelly when it comes to new people

He constantly thinks everyone is out to get his family and is going to turn them in the second they get a chance

So if you manage to actually get past all those walls, now starts the friendship stage

It takes Leo a while to form romantic feelings so it's a slow burn

But when you show him how much you care for his family (maybe getting Splinter tea, or playing games with Mikey, or working out with Raph and helping Donnie clean up his lab) he'll start to let his walls down

He's a bit of a dumbass and won't try to make a move because he is scared shitless that he'll make you uncomfortable

But when your attention suddenly goes from his brothers to him, he's thrown through a loop

He already knows everything about you, and now he sees just how amazing you are

Show him how much he and his family means to you and you'll have him eating out of the palm of your hand

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#I had so much fun writing this #gah i love these boys #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt imagine #tmnt imagines #tmnt headcannon #tmnt headcannons #tmnt x reader #it is my works #thanks for the ask!

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thefandomdirtymind · 5 months

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alienstardust : i got an idea! angsty fluff! lol she is trying to impress someone, so she goes to sanji on how to start talking the other dude. he tells if he doesn’t complement her, than he’s no good. she says what does he mean. and he starts describing (in Frecnh) the way she smiles is beautiful, he notices the one dimple in her cheek is cute, and even with her chapped lips (teasing here) they would still the softest kisses. you can change it up! go crazy! <3 thank you, lovely!

Language of love Event : Sanji speak french !

A/N : Amanda ! Thank you for all your amazing support and trying to make this event an actual things and not just one of my crazy ideas! I hope you will like it even it didn't contain neither a chainsaw or an Omelette !

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

Let's Make A Deal

“ Sanji, I need your help right now, “ You say, taking the seat next to him. ” I really want to talk to that guy there, last tool left side of the bar, no no don’t look ! Please help me, what should I say ?!”

Giving a small glare to the man of your interest, jealousy twisting his guts, Sanji quickly take a sip of his own drink before returns his gaze to you.

“ Love, if he hadn’t already notice you and complement you, he’s truly no good”

“ What do you mean…?” You asked.

“ Amour, Tu es facilement une des plus belle femme ici. La manière dont ton sourire illumine ton visage et adoucit tout autour de toi est incomparable. Ton adorable et unique fossette dans ta joue droite quand tu ries ou te mord la lèvre lorsque tu es nerveuse est une de mes raisons préférées de te faire rire. Et je suis sur “ Sanji said, passing his thumbs on your lower lips, cupping the side of your face. “ que même sèche et craquelée, tes lèvres doivent donner les plus doux des baisers. Un homme se damnerait juste pour y goûter “

* “ Love, You’re easily one of the most beautiful women here. The way your smile illuminates your face and smooths everything's around you is unmatched. Your adorable and unique dimple in your left cheeks when you laugh or bite your lips when you're nervous is one of my favorite reasons to make you laugh. And I'm sure that even dry and chapped, your lips must give the softest kisses. A man would damn himself for only taste it“

Lost in the blue of his eyes, it suddenly seemed to you that the atmosphere, already hot, had gained a few degrees more. Even if you didn’t understand his little speech, you had the strong impression that he hadn’t said one of his usual corny pick-up line, but had speak his deepest truth.

“ And…that’s mean…” You swallow, your throat surprisingly dry.

“ That man prefers to watch the bottom of his drink that the beauty around him, he definitely not worth it” He simply replied.

“ That’s not what you say, you touch my lips…talking about…something I didn’t understand” You protested, biting your lips.

“ Hello dimple” The blond chuckles

“ That’s not fair if you speak French, I don’t understand what you said I just hear pretty words ! ”

“ Then let’s make a deal coeur en sucre *, you let me pay you a drink and I translate what I say. If after you still want to seduce that poor excuse of a man, fine I will help you. But if you choose to stay with me after, I win a kiss ” * Sweetheart

“ ...Deal” You nervously accept.

As you followed Sanji to the bar, you knew at the way he had smile that the deal was over, the blond cook already had won his kiss.

___

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barbsgirlfriend · 3 months

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Velvet & Veneer Headcanons Pt. 3

(If you notice inconsistencies between posts it is because I use google translate. My first language isn’t English, it is Swedish. And I also changed some stuff)

Velvet✨✨

Basics

Full name

Velvet Lyric Mazzola

Alias

Vel (pretty much everyone), sis (Veneer)

Age & DOB

19 31/7/05

Gender & Pronouns

Cis Female She/her

Sexuality

Lesbian

Occupation

Singer & Performer

Religion

Agnostic

Appearance

Weight

68.95 kg (152 lbs)

Height

192 cm (6’3)

Body Shape

Rectangle

Body Type

Mesomorph

Skin Color

White

Face Shape

Circle

Hair

Long, wavy, healthy, bright green

Eyes

Round shaped, bright blue

Normal Apparel

Extravagant clothing, skirts, jean shorts, crop tops, makeup

Distinguishing features

Beauty mark above lip, scar on her left arm from childhood, dimples, five tattoos, and a big ahh forehead

Personality

Personality Type

ESTP-A (the entrepreneur)

Short Description

Velvet is extremely goal-orientated, and would put her friends or family down to reach her own goals. She strives for attention and love. Velvet might seem mean on the outside, but deep down she has a soft spot for her twin brother, Veneer. She’s extremely protective of her loved ones, but she isn’t the most reliable. Velvet barks more than she bites, but she can knock a bitch down.

Traits

Mean, ambitious, artistic, humorous, intelligent, controlling, protective, talented, somewhat toxic, and strong

Likes

Bubble baths, perfume, money, shopping, expensive clothes, praise, candles, mani pedis, the beach, purple crop tops, and roses

Dislikes

Trolls, being ignored, cheap perfumes, the feel of velvet fabrics 💀, her parents, being bossed around, balloons

Hobbies

Singing, dancing, songwriting, yoga, sketching makeup ideas, collecting vintage magazines, hairstyling, and zip lining

Fears

Thantophobia, atychiphobia, athazagoraphobia, cynophobia

Backstory

On July 31st, 2005, Velvet was born along with her younger twin brother. Her parents only wanted a boy, so she never got a lot of attention. She was cared for on and off by her parents and grandparents. Velvet made a strong connection with her grandmother, January, who was a famous singer in her days. Her grandmother was the main reason she wanted to start singing.

At the age of six, she was enrolled to a private primary school with her brother. Velvet became instantly popular for her famous grandmother and dentist parents. She became friends with almost everybody and loved her younger years. In year 3, her grandmother passed away. It was difficult on Velvet as she lost her main caretaker and friend.

At the start of secondary school, Velvet started becoming rebellious. She and Veneer would sneak out of the house to go to parties, smoke, etc. Eventually, the two were caught. As a punishment, they were given too many activities to worry about instead of sneaking off. She really started to despise her parents.

Velvet would skip her extracurriculars and use her free time to hangout with her friends or sleep. In year 12, she started dating. Velvet was dating the goalie for the school’s football team. However, he was a cunt. He was toxic and emotionally abusive towards Velvet.

This relationship was very draining for her. It made Velvet’s mental health really decline. One day, she got into a heated argument, and he hit her. Velvet went to protect herself, but Veneer jumped in and beat the fuck out of him. Safe to say, he never messed with her again.

Around that time, she started her singing career. Velvet would post her songs on SoundCloud, and got a few thousand followers! She felt consumed by the fame and wanted MORE. Velvet convinced her twin brother to start singing with her a bit after. They became insanely famous stupidly fast.

Velvet was blinded by her fame and money, making her toxic and controlling. It was so bad that she had to go to weekly therapy to control herself. She moved out of her parents house and into a beach home for her and Veneer.

She lives with Veneer right outside of Mount Rageous. she’s pretty happy now. She loves her life and how far she’s come.

Favorites & Least Favorites

Food

F: East Coast oysters. LF: scrambled eggs

Drink

F: raspberry lemonade. LF: Pepsi

Song

F: Agora Hills (Doja Cat). LF: 9 to 5 (Dolly Parton) she’s sick and tired of crimp singing it

Season

F: Summer. LF: winter

Place

F: her grandmother’s music hall. LF: childhood room

Color

F: purple. LF: red

Relationships

Mother: Veronica Mazzola/56/living

Father: Valentino Mazzola Jr./58/living

Brother: Veneer Mazzola/19/living

Other: Grandma/Mom’s Side/January Harmony/85/deceased, Grandpa/Dad’s Side/Valentino Mazzola Sr./92/deceased

Lover(s): Joey/20/living/ex, Orchid/18/living

Other

Birthplace: Mount Rageous

Residence: 5 miles out of Mount Rageous in a Beach House

Nationality: Mount Rageon

Ethnicity: Mount Rageon

Veneer

General

Full Name

Veneer Adagio Mazzola

Alias

Ven (almost everyone), bro (Velvet)

Age & DOB

19 31/7/05

Gender & Pronouns

Cis male He/him

Sexuality

Bisexual with pref for men

Occupation

Singer & Performer

Religion

Christian

Appearance

Weight

67.13 kg (148 lbs)

Height

183 cm (6’0)

Body Shape

Rectangle

Body type

Ectomorph

Skin Color

White

Face shape

Circle

Hair

Medium, wavy, soft, bright green

Eyes

Round and bright blue

Normal Apparel

Extravagant clothing, heels, jeans, t-shirts, tank tops, bracelets, earrings

Distinguishing features

Scar on upper lip, tooth gap, and three tattoos

Personality

Personality type

ESFJ-A (the consul)

Short Description

Veneer is extremely smart… like VERY smart. He’s insane with how good his intuition is and how quick he can find your biggest insecurities. Veneer is goal-orientated like his older twin sister, but he’s more secretive about it. To most, he only seems to be a flamboyant himbo. But in reality, Veneer is a caring but shady bitch.

Traits

Loud, judgy, overall friendly, happy-go-lucky, flamboyant, sensitive, protective, strong, talented, intelligent, mean

Likes

Pop music, gossip, anything gucci, the champagne toast scent from BaBW, beanies, vintage clothing, expensive jewelry, smell of gasoline

Dislikes

Cheap food, being bossed around, cigarettes, Velvet spraying perfume on him, being tickled, being alone, lavender scent, having no money

Hobbies

Dancing, singing, gardening, shopping, sketching fashion ideas, crocheting, acting, playing tennis, fishing

Fears

Atychiphobia, acrophobia, traumatophobia

Backstory

On July 31st, 2005, Veneer was born along with his older twin sister. Their parents only wanted a boy, so Veneer got the most attention growing up. He was spoiled to death by his parents, but it made him uncomfortable. Ever since he was a toddler, he was weirded out by his parents. However, there was an important figure in his life that made him not uncomfy: Valentino Mazzola Sr.

His grandfather supported his love of dance and acting, but also taught him “manly” things. Veneer was very close to his grandfather. He started attending a private primary school with his twin sister. Quickly, he became popular; not just by his family being famous. Veneer was an extremely nice kid in Primary School.

In middle school, Veneer started to experiment with who he was. He started painting his nails, got his ears pierced, and acted more feminine. But this angered his parents; they said that they didn’t want a gay child. With that, he started becoming very secretive. Veneer didn’t talk to certain people for months on end.

When he got to year 10, his grandfather past away. It was really hard on Veneer. On top of all the stressful activities he had to do; he had to suffer loss. This was when Velvet and Veneer started their singing career. (Ha that rhymed).

He felt so happy that people adored him; he felt even happier his sister was getting the attention she deserved. Due to getting famous, Veneer really stopped caring. He became himself and didn’t give two shits if his parents started complaining.

Veneer became an icon in Mount Rageous quickly. He is just as greedy with his fame as Velvet, but he can control himself more. He loves his life, his family, his boho chic home decorations, and his money.

Favorites & Least Favorites

Food

F: Lobster tail LF: coconut

Drink

F: Pipeline Punch Monster LF: sparkling water

Song

F: I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman (Britney Spears) LF: Rude Boy (Rihanna)

Season

F: Fall LF: Winter

Place

F: the beach LF: elevators

Color

F: hot pink LF: bright yellow

Relationships

Mother: Veronica Mazzola/56/living

Father: Valentino Mazzola Jr./58/living

Sister: Velvet Mazzola/19/living

Other: grandma/Mom’s side/January Harmony/85/deceased, Grandpa/dad’s side/Valentino Mazzola Sr./92/deceased

Lover(s): Kid Ritz/19/living

Other

Birthplace: Mount Rageous

Residence: 5 miles out of Mount Rageous

Nationality: Mount Rageon

Ethnicity: Mount Rageon

(Thank you for reading this massive thing <3 )

#trolls #trolls 3 #band together trolls #velvet trolls #band together #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #trolls velvet and veneer #velvet and veneer trolls #veneer trolls #trolls velvet #trolls headcanons #velvet x orchid #velvet and veneer headcanons #this took way too long #headcanon #veneer x kid ritz

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hot-astrology · 4 months

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Venus Dimples & Orgasms

"The Dimples of Venus/Apollo." You may have heard how Venus always leaves her mark on those she blesses. ~ Moon Devi 🌙

Venuz: Those dimples on your back really have a personality of themselves the way they smile at me, even though your cheeks are covered by your jeans

DEVI: What!!! 🤭

Venuz: You heard me....that's a real sexxxy feature to have on a woman's body.

DEVI: I know that's why I wear the right outfits to show them off.....😉😏.

Venuz: Righttttt

DEVI: Not to mention, I noticed you have dimples on your lower back as well... 👀

Venuz: yea.... but this is about you right now, and your dimples....

DEVI: It's nothing wrong, with a man having beauty impressions ; in the same area... you know men's dimples on the lower back are actually called " Apollo Dimples," and they are very sexy to see on men as well..... 👀

Venuz: ohhhhh so that's why women be checking out my back while I'm playing basketball with my shirt off lol 😂

DEVI: yep...

Venuz: these dimples are supposed to be magnetic, they attract money, partners, and abundance

DEVI: Don't forget they give strong orgasms, and are a signifier of fertility, after all they are located right on the sacrum (sacral) area.

Venuz: hmmmm..... that's why I have strong, long ass ejaculations...

DEVI: Yes, I experience the same, it's a sensation I can never get enough of. I always feel it lingering afterwards. 😏

Venuz: Yes it feels like your soul is protruding out.

Venuz: I notice when I'm tapped into my Venus energy full throttle, I can feel the essence of the sacral energy producing more power, and sexual drive,and creating a longer erection , and a thicker shaft due to the extra blood flow produced by these Venus dimples better yet by apollo dimples.

DEVI: Wow, that's very in-detail.... Apollo is a very strong symbol for attractiveness and idolatry similar to Venus. So this explains this energy perfectly. These dimples are very rare to see in women but especially men! Only 3% of men have them and 8% of women.

Venuz: well um... I guess I'm blessed. Do your orgasms drain you or make you want to have numerous back to back?

DEVI: my orgasms don't drain me, I definitely want to have numerous back to back.....😏

DEVI: I feel like these dimples release a special sensual energy within a person. I don't think they exist just because. They are there for a reason..

Venuz: I agree they exist for a reason. The body holds many different energy points, and the sacral area is a very strong area. It's our genitals and reproductive system. In human design we have our generators. And it's funny enough how you & I are both generators. Generators possess a strong sacral center. Because they project a lot of energy outwardly.

DEVI: yesssss.... I love how you brought that up fr! Do you think all generators have sacral dimples tho?

Venuz: hmmmm.... I don't think so, but I wouldn't be surprised if the majority of them do or are generator manifestors.

Devi: I agree! I see these sacral dimples as energy points, and that honestly goes for all dimples. Because they are rare. They tell alot about the energy points on a person. Those with sacral dimples could have even struggled with fully expressing their sexuality due to having so much of it and bottling it up. I know I can relate to that lol.

Venuz: well.....

DEVI: What? You got that look.... what are you about to say..... smh lol 🤦🏽‍♀️

Venuz: you don't have to bottle it up anymore ya know...

DEVI: mhmmmm..... we'll see....

Venuz: I can only imagine you laying back with your legs open, deep inside you while you're climaxing back to back while I'm caressing your Venus dimples. Shoving him inside your root chakra deep inside your sacral.

DEVI: ....mmmmm stop it! I can feel her pulsating just from the thought of it...

Venuz: CUM HERE !

Venuz: Now turn around

Venuz: How does that feel?

DEVI: The way you're licking my Venus dimples, I can only imagine the way your tongue would feel licking on my clit.

Venuz: Shittt...Why imagine! 🤤 👅 💦

Devi: mmmm.... 👅 + 🍆 + 🥊 = 🌊

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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hi lana! i love your content and i was thinking if you'd accept this little request of mine: reader is pregnant, they find out they're having a girl and from that moment on joe is just mesmerized by the fact he's having a little girl. neither reader or joe had any preference, they just wanted the baby to be healthy and happy. the entire thing culminates with joe holding his little girl for the first time, crying and thanking the reader and he's really star struck.

“It’s a girl!”

Those 3 little worlds changed your lives for the better, not just knowing you had a healthy baby growing inside of you, but it altered the way you both felt towards the human you had in your stomach, now that she was marked with a gender; it kind of made the pregnancy feel more real.

From that moment on, there wouldn’t be a single second wasted where Joe wouldn’t be coming up with names for your little girl, giggling about who’s features she’d gain more of. Every moment spent laid with his hand stroking your ever changing tummy, promising her all the things he’s going to do right by her in life.

Joe spoilt her constantly even though she was still a couple of months off arriving, buying little bits and redecorating what was going to be her bedroom in a flash, prepping and excited for the moment he could hold his baby girl in his arms. Clothes, toys and lots of pink and white shone across your view in the bedroom, looking fit for a princess, his little princess.

The time finally came around when you gave birth 3 weeks prior to your due date, it was all a bit of a blur from your water breaking suddenly after being sat snuggled on the sofa with Joe and a curry he had prepared for dinner that night, but you’d since read that spicy food was what probably spurred on the labour.

You’d never seen a more happier gaze on Joe’s face than that of when he first got to hold his daughter in his arms, your love for him had never felt stronger. Daddy and baby together as one, ready to take on life together, you knew from that moment and every day on that he would protect her with all his might, just the way he promised. The loves of your life huddled perfectly. Her big brown eyes only added to the feeling, knowing she had gained the sweetness of his chocolate button eyes, the ones you fell in love with all of those years ago.

Joe looks on at you, tears flowing from his eye lids as he gives you the most real and enamoured smile, the dimples strong and raging, the rosiness in his cheeks purely from tiredness yet contentment showed that not only was he the most luckiest man in the world, but the proudest for what you’d given him, what you’d created together and what had brought your bond closer than you could ever thought possible.

You fell asleep for a few hours before waiting to be discharged from the hospital and you’d wake to find Joe rocking her in his arms, the same smile cultivating his features as his little finger was clutched by her tiny hand. “Daddy’s got you my sweet girl, you’re going to have such a fantastic life with me and mummy. We love you so much.”

Your eyes were droopy and full of exhaustion but you could peak just a little to see the way Joe was talking to her, full of intent expression and love, the way you’d always dreamed the father of your children would be.

He was simply star struck by his own daughter, the time he got to spend with her when he wasn’t away filming or doing conventions, he’d be straight back home with you, helping you out, getting up for the night feeds and you’d even find him as time went on missing in the middle of the night, only to find him in her bedroom, sound asleep on the carpet but his hand gripped to hers through the railings of the cot.

Joe would never stop thanking you for this precious gift and he’d never stop badgering you to have another either, he decided he wanted his own little cult of Quinn’s; it was something you were prepared to do since the first one went so well.

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hpd--ena · 6 months

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Mwahaha feeling silly so physical hcs for every pjsk char.

Ichika - she has those brown spot thingies that I forgot the name of all over her body. Fingers hurt so so bad bc of plucking on the strings of her guitar. Half-British unfortunately

Saki - cane user :))))) she and l/n decorated it with stickers. Also has star-shaped pupils

Honami - um can't really think of anything for her... :((((( maybe put smth for her in the replies or tags or smth idrc

Shiho - dyed her hair with green highlights. Genderfluid. Fingers hurt for the same reason ichika (but she plays bass ofc)

Minori - not related to the tenmas but has star shaped pupils also! These are 4 sided stars tho unlike the tenmas 5 sided ones.

Haruka - penguin earrings. Gave some to minori so they could match <333 wears earcuffs a lot

Airi - yeah definitely the fang thing ik its canon but I love them so so muchh. also transfem

Shizuku - bit taller than tsukasa. Make my girly tall colopale. She is not shorter than that thing.

Kohane -transfem! Dimple haver too. I also draw her with a little bit of chub and with her glasses cause I love glasses rep :)

An - her skin is real light in canon compared to ken so i draw her with his skin tone. Strong (can lift all of VBS up individually)

Akito - oh lord. Freckles, natural brunette, longer hair, more piercings, including: 2 on his left ear, 3 on his right ear, and a tongue piercing.

Toya - tramsgener ftm. An bought him a len binder and he cherishes it a lot. Flimsy upper body strength

Tsukasa - star piercings! Also star pupils cause that's cool

Emu - lots of bracelets on her arms!

Nene - black nails always has em short. Callouses cause I say so

Rui - real lanky guy. sorta pale </3 lots of bandages on his arms from failed experiments

Kanade - realll messy hair, blue light glasses, also really pale. please go outside

Mafuyu - ftm. i like this for him. <3 no light in his eyes :(

Ena - like akito, she has freckles. Covers it with makeup bc insecurity. Wears contacts

Mizuki - heart shaped pupils! Long eyelashes that make ena jealous.

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cyberhades · 2 years

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hey, i love your writing! <3

could u write a fic where Eddie is really tired after spending all day in the studio and Y/N is horny so she have to earn it since he's tired?

Daddy's Tired Tonight ੈ♡˳ | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

A/N: I'm happy you appreciate my writing, that's sweet <3

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (use condoms mates), dirty talk, size kink, daddy kink, creampie.

EVEN AFTER MANY CUPS OF COFFEE, Eddie was still tired. The band was finishing producing new material, which would be released in the next semester. He was a damn competent guy when it came to four things: you, D&D, the band, and friends.

On the way home, sleep was the only thing on the wavy-haired metalhead's mind. Arriving at the building that was in midtown Manhattan, he politely said good night to the doorman, leaned against the elevator wall waiting to reach the seventh floor, and took his keys out of his pocket.

You two had been living together for two years. Since graduating from Hawkins, you moved to a place with a better quality of life and also without boring and judging people.

Eddie walked into the apartment — which was spacious — and grinned like an idiot when he saw you lying in bed sleeping peacefully. You were as beautiful as ever, wearing a baggy shirt and panties. You slept peacefully on your side of the bed while you waited for him.

You slept as soundly as possible, sighing calmly, taking that it was 3 o'clock in the morning.

He went to the bathroom to take a quick shower for about 10 minutes and came out of the bathroom with the towel tied around his waist. He quickly took it off and put on a pair of comfortable black boxers.

Then he crawled under the sheets to sleep right next to you so he could hold you.

— Eddie? — you said quietly with a sleepy tone, getting an "hm" in response.

Then you felt strong arms around your waist, pulling your body close to his chest.

— I missed you, babe — he said calmly.

Your eyes were still closed, but you smiled victoriously, feeling him breathe deeply into your neck and leave a soft kiss on your nape. Soon, you turned to him, facing him and watching the way he was with his hair slightly falling in his face, eyes closed and lips parted, he was relaxed and ready to sleep.

— My soft and pretty baby — you said, your hands making subtle caresses over his face.

— Not baby, I'm daddy — he chuckled lightly, still with his eyes closed as he enjoyed your affection and you planted a kiss on his nose.

Your body shuddered as he slowly opened his eyes and you could see very well, with the light that invaded the window and brightened the dark room a little. That predatory look was always present on his face and it was capable of making you horny.

His eyes were now fixed on your lips and his strong hands that were on your waist, brought you closer, closing the space between you, leaving your body together. You could feel his hot breath right over your mouth, where he shamelessly licked your bottom lip.

You felt your body shudder at that as you wanted his lips so badly on yours. But that was exactly what he wasn't going to give you.

A wicked smile formed on his lips as he pulled away and you moaned softly.

— D-Daddy... — you called for him.

— Goodnight, babygirl.

You'd even offer him your puppy look he could never resist. But he already had his eyes closed again.

— N-No! Wait! Eddie, you can't just... daddy... — you protested slyly, squeezing his arms, going down to his biceps.

— Hm? — that wretched smile was still present on his face. — What does my baby want?

— You... — you said sadly and horny. — I want you...

He opened his eyes, this time, the goofy grin that was on his face, grew into a bigger smirk. Making even the dimples in his cheeks show.

He licked his lips and closed his eyes again, giving the intention that he was going to sleep.

— Well... if you want something, you'll have to earn it, baby — he took a deep breath. — Daddy's tired tonight.

A mischievous smile appeared on his lips, sometimes he liked to test your patience, maybe test to see how far you were able to contain all your desire. It was your turn to smile mischievously now.

Your hand roamed up his arm until it reached his waist and slipped into his boxers, managing to feel his length. He was starting to get hard and your mouth was watering as you felt the erection that was building.

He took a deep breath as he felt you slide your thigh up his leg, bringing your hips together. As your hand went inside his boxers, holding his cock, running your thumb along the tip. He shifted his hips a little, getting closer to yours.

— Don't do it baby, you know how it drives me crazy... — he groaned and gripped your waist with one hand.

— I want to feel you inside of me... — you moaned and bit your bottom lip.

He did nothing but keep his eyes closed and moan softly. It was then that you realized that you should work harder to achieve your goal, and decided to resort to the dirty talk that was something he loved.

Your hand kept making slow, smooth movements going from base to tip, feeling the way he was getting turned on.

— I can already feel you making me squeeze the bed sheets and scream your name asking for more and more... — you said almost in a whisper. — Calling you daddy... please make me come...

One of Eddie's strong hands immediately went to pull you down your throat for a hot, thirsty kiss. It made you moan in relief that you'd finally managed to have some effect.

Your lips caused low, wet smacks in the room that was starting to feel stuffy from the heat of your bodies together. Your hand slid his boxers down, off his body and continued to jerk him, feeling how hard and wet he was now.

As soon as his length was free of that piece of fabric, you slid one hand down between your legs, pushing your panties aside. You moved your hips closer, to make more contact with him and guide him to your wet insides.

You moaned against his lips, a moan of satisfaction and pleasure.

Turns out the two of you were a perfect fit and that made you both excited and satisfied.

— You're so big and it feels so good, daddy — you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, setting yourself in a slow pace that makes you feel every inch and every muscle of him on your wet insides.

— Fuck... that's a good girl, making daddy feels so good — he said in a hoarse voice as he pressed kisses to your neck and moaned against your sensitive skin.

Your lips were parted, moaning slyly as he brought his hands to your hips, moving them in a pace that synchronized with his. The feel of Eddie's warm, big hands on your skin made you feel like you could burn yourself or go completely numb with pleasure.

In one quick act, you wrapped your hands around his neck once more, pulling him as close as possible. And during those back-and-forth motions, you were practically rubbing yourself against his chest.

Your body was shaking and it looked like it might shake even more as he hugged your waist tightly, increasing the voracity of the pace, making your hips move along with his fiercely.

— So fucking tight, baby — he groaned hoarsely in your ear, making you rub even harder against him. His blouse was already over your breasts. — Will you come for me?

You nodded between groans.

— Fuck... that's my good girl.

A surprised moan escaped your lips as he rolled over on the bed, getting on top of you and propping his weight on his elbows. That way, your legs were more open for him and well placed on either side of his waist. At the same time, you brought your hands to his shoulders because now he was going deeper than before.

You loved being like this because you were so small under him. And you loved feeling that way. You actually still couldn't believe how lucky you were to date him during those years because Eddie always made you feel special and loved.

In fact, he always made you feel satisfied and content always. Even after a long tired day, he always had time for his babygirl. He always found a way to have the energy to show you how much he loved you.

— Close- fuck, I'm so close — you moaned, already rolling your eyes under him.

— I'm close too, baby — he groaned with lust as he watched the way your breasts bounced with his thrusts.

It was amazing the way he always managed to make you shiver beneath him and thrust your hips begging for more.

— Come for me baby — he said in a fierce tone.

Quickly, he brought one hand to the headboard, holding it there so he could intensify the thrusts, which now hit your g-spot with imperative precision. You could feel him hit that sensitive spot over and over again, and the knot in your belly was hanging by a thread, ready to snap at any moment.

Everything there was turning you on. The bed creaking, the precise back and forth movements of him, the headboard banging against the wall, the sound of your bodies. And now it was right, your legs were shaking and you screamed:

— Daddy! I'm coming!

Immediately, your body shook under him and your legs went limp as jelly as you felt that wave of feelings hit you voraciously. You felt yourself melting on Eddie's cock. Your breathing was uneven and your pussy was sensitive.

Another unforgettable orgasm for the list, thanks to Eddie Munson.

— Now daddy's gonna cum inside this pretty pussy... fuck!

Eddie's eyes squeezed shut as he pushed deeper inside you and you felt that hot content fill your already sensitive insides from the recent orgasm.

You were both panting and his hot cum was running down your pussy. He took a box of wet wipes from the bedside table and wiped you off.

— Thank you babe — you said, lying on his chest and brushing back the hair that fell over his face.

— There's nothing to be thankful for baby, I really needed that too — he smiled sweetly. — Now I'm even more tired than before, but it was worth every second.

You blushed immediately, then you covered your face with the blanket so he wouldn't see it.

— Don't try to hide it, I know how you love that — he smirked.

— I love you — you left a gentle kiss on his soft lips.

— I love you too, my love.

[...]

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson.nsfw #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x you

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elliesfavorite · 10 months

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ellie appreciating you with her hands. <3

requests are open!

Ellie hated patrol.

Partially because of the immense amount of infected, and partially because she has to endure Dina's dramatic bickering for hours. If she had no self control, she would have scraped out her eardrums with her pocket knife by now.

"-and I really feel like we'd get back together. But- every time we break up and get back, it feels different." Dina sighed and untied Japan from a broken water pipe. "Maybe we should stop trying. I don't know. Guys are a lot more difficult."

Ellie laughed. It's not that she'd know how different it'd be, since she's not into the whole 'man' thing. Her feelings are conflicted, however, a part of her wanting to lie about it. It would be better, she thinks; it wouldn't give room for anyone to give her shit about it.

She smirked. "Yeah," she says, rubbing the pads of her fingers on the metal ball of her eyebrow. "Tell me about it."

The rest of the ride to Jackson was quiet. Only the sounds of birds in the Spring whistled in the air along with the fresh breeze that carried the smell of cedar and grass. It was still early, a few hours after noon, with the sun a couple inches from the horizon and still emitting a beautiful pink hue.

Anyone with eyes could tell Ellie was excited to arrive home. All she wanted right now was food, a bed with clean sheets, and you. It wasn't arguable that she wanted you there the most. Her love for you is treasured in the deepest areas of her heart, yet she cannot speak of it, because everyone thinks you are only a friend, a roommate, as Dina put it. She loathes that part of it all. She loathes that she cannot give affection to you at dances or anywhere public. She always ends up staring at straight couples, giving them looks, and cursing under her breath when they kiss, show too much skin, and grope each other inappropriately. If that is allowed, why am I not?

As the giant wooden doors shut behind them, Dina hops off her horse and takes the reins. Ellie climbs off Shimmer and hands her reins to Dina.

"Put her up for me, yeah?" Dina rolls her eyes.

She passes the reins to her left hand and flattens her right, then holds the tip of her fingers to her forehead and juts them out like a Soldier's salute. "Got it, boss."

You knew Ellie would be back very soon. And time was running out.

You anxiously stirred the canned Alfredo sauce that you had poured into a pot moments before. The stove hissed and shuttered. This thing may be a little too old.

Abandoning the sauce, you scan the Cookbook laying on the counter. Leafing through the pages, the subtitles catch your eye: Sweets and Pastries... Condiments and Spices... Pasta and Sauces.

"Bingo," you mutter to yourself. You advert your gaze back to the pot, and just your luck, the sauce seems to be a little darker than usual... and there's smoke billowing out of it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hastily turn off the heat and grab the pot by the handle, then dramatically throw it into the sink, turning on the cold water through the faucet. You wait a couple seconds before removing it and putting it back on the stove.

The pang of the pot hitting the stove muffles the creak of the front door opening and shutting. You stand there for a minute, staring at the browned residue in the interior of the pot, wondering how you could screw up something so badly.

Just as you were about to turn around, two strong arms grab you by the waist and gently pull you closer. Your anxiety spikes for only a moment, before you hear a voice you couldn't ignore.

"Hey, babe."

You turn around and are welcomed with a look of pure adoration. Her closed smile brings out the most secret feature on her face that only you see the most - her dimples. You can't help but place the palm of your hand on her cheek and rub the dip of skin with the pad of your thumb.

"Hey." You return the smile. "I tried to make dinner, but I kind of.. fucked it up."

Ellie's eyes turn from your own to behind you, where the pot remains, hissing tauntingly.

She thinks it's kind of cute, how you tried to do something nice for her. She thinks every little thing you do is adorable.

"It's okay," She whispers, using her fingers you loved oh-so-dearly to push a strand of hair away from your face. She stares at your own eyes, her pupils dilating more and more with every movement you make.

Suddenly, she backs away. Her facial expression turns solemn, almost tearful, like she's just been hit with the most gut-wrenching news she could ever receive. She twists the rings on her fingers a few times before speaking.

"I think we should talk." Her gaze meets your own, and it's almost as if she can read through your irises and pinpoint exactly what you're thinking. "No, not like that. I mean, I just really feel like we.. shouldn't be this secret."

You involuntarily yet subtly cock your head. "What do you mean?"

"I just," there's a few seconds of silence, her anxiety wafting in the air so thickly you could almost feel it. "I just want to be able to tell people that I love you."

Ellie stands there while you two bathe in silence for a moment. The sunlight is fading now, the open window letting in a cool air in contrast to the red and yellow hues of the sunset.

You knew Ellie was scared to tell anyone, even her friends. You both knew about that girl who got outed by a couple teenage boys who were raised the wrong way; they had fed her to Clickers out on her last patrol.

"You can," you practically whisper, approaching her and grabbing her tatted hand gently. "You can tell everyone. Everyone is scared of you, Ellie. And they should be."

"But I'm just a girl," she breathes. Her height over you makes her look down to meet your eyes as you walk closer, chests almost touching in the tight proximity. "Not a threat."

Your gaze drops from her eyes to her lips. Doing this still makes you nervous, like a giddy teenager; it just feels like you're doing it again for the first time.

She places her hands on your hips. Your breath hitches and her breathing quickens, and you move closer to her. And closer. Closer.

Before you touch, she puts her finger to your lips.

"What are you doing?" She says with a smirk. Her voice went rough, quiet - just like when she gets when she's annoyed or hurt - but this is in a completely different context.

The question hangs unanswered in the air for a beat. You immediately feel small, vulnerable, under her strong gaze. She knows what gets you, and it only makes you more curious.

"What do you think?"

You give her a challenging glare. She returns it, accepting your challenge, and waiting for who makes the first move. She waits for you. You wait for her.

It all happens so fast.

Your lips connect in such aggression that she has you flung against the kitchen counter, 5 feet away from where you were originally. Her calloused fingers find their way under your shirt, massaging the stretch marks and scars that you call imperfection. She calls them perfection.

Her cold rings drag against your skin as the kiss deepens. She gains her control by biting your bottom lip, enough to make you gasp in a way to allow her past your teeth. The metal ball on her tongue rubs against the roof of your mouth, making you moan in thought as you think about what she could do with that.

You easily submit to her. She knows she has you, because she's pulling your pajama shirt over your head and throwing it off to an unknown location to pick it up later.

Ellie pulls away for air, and you whine, leaning in to find her lips again to no avail. "Breathe, baby," she murmurs. You pull yourself up to sit on the counter and lean your head back against the cupboards. With your neck exposed, Ellie attacks it, biting and sucking on tender skin like her life depended on it. You moan at the pleasurable pain and expose your neck more to her, allowing her to move lower to your clavicle, toying with the fabric on your back and unhooking it to reveal your chest.

All of her movement stops. She does nothing but stare at you chest, mouth agape, practically drooling on herself as she reaches to touch you.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she keens, latching her lips onto your left and sucking generously while massaging the other. She copies the same motion on the right while you grind against the air, desperate for her to speed it up. You grab her by the shirt and pull her closer.

"Take it off," you say, slurring your words, still stuck in a thick haze that Ellie has put you in. Only Ellie.

She complies, retracting her lips from your chest and lifting her shirt over her head. You have barely any time to look at her before she picks you up Bridal style to your room. Or the spare room; you never really used it anymore.

She roughly lets you fall on the bed and wastes no time to climb on top of you, straddling your hips and using her hands to pin your shoulders down. She has you under her strong control, and you almost moan just thinking about it. She puts her lips against your ear.

"Do you want me?"

You nod feverishly, groaning, practically unable to use your words anymore.

"Good girl," she growls, roughly placing her right knee between your legs. You immediately grind against it, moaning as you finally receive some friction on where you needed it the most.

She moves her head down to your stomach, licking and kissing the scars and stretch marks, giving them each a bit of her attention to give a subtle reminder.

Ellie moves her knee away from your thighs, and you whine pathetically. She scoots back and toys with the button of your jeans, looking up at you as a silent question. You meet her eyes, nodding for her to continue while she unbuttons your pants and unzips the fly. She pulls them off of you like if you were to break at any moment.

She wastes no time to remove your underwear, hooking her finger underneath the band on your thigh and slowly pulling it down your legs.

Something in her switches. Her irises narrow and seem almost animalistic as she gives the first touches to your folds, feeling how wet you've gotten from the past few minutes.

"Fuck." Your body is shaking at this point, twitching with every drag she gives against your clit. "Please, please, Ellie..."

"Please what, babe?" She smiles at her one-ended question, knowing exactly what you want. She presses harder against your clit when you don't answer.

"Shit! Shit, please just.." You're heaving now, the tight coil in your stomach is so close yet so far. "..just more. More, please."

Ellie says nothing but pulls her hands away. She goes to pull off her rings but something stops her, and she hesitates. What occurs to her may be a little far-fetched, but she thinks, what if I don't take them off?

Pushing them back up her ring and middle fingers, she lifts her middle and pushes inside of you, slowly. The drag of the metal ring on your spot make your back arch as one long-kept moan is drawn out of you.

"Yeah?" She breathes, tauntingly. Each pump of her finger draws so many sounds from you that sound like songs to her ears. She cannot get enough of it. "You like that?"

She slows down to add her ring finger. While she pushes them in, she lowers herself so her face is level to your folds. You look down at her, just to see she is already looking at you hungrily, wanting to taste you more than anything. You reach over to her hair and pet her softly, dragging your thumb on her eyebrow piercing and massaging it gently against her skin.

She moves from your hand to lick around your clit, dragging the metal ball on her tongue around your sensitive bud like she couldn't get enough.

You try your best to grind against her fingers and tongue, chasing that far away pleasure that creeps oh-so much closer, but Ellie sees it. She removes her fingers and climbs up to straddle your hips again.

"You're that fucking desperate, huh?" She laughs. She raises her fingers to your face, resting her palm on your bottom jaw and prodding your mouth with her ring and middle. "Open up."

And you comply, opening your mouth to allow her fingers inside. You swirl your tongue around her, tasting yourself and cleaning her from your wetness. Ellie watches closely and you keep eye contact with her through it all.

"Fuck," she gasps, removing her fingers from your mouth and resting her thumb on your lips. "You're such a fucking whore, aren't you?"

You moan at her words, grinding on her weight as she's sat on top of you. She's still in her bra and jeans, and you're completely exposed. The contrast between you and her makes you feel smaller, like she has full control of you; and she does.

She sits up to go to the next room without a word. Panic rises in your chest, thinking you did something wrong, until she returns with a strap around her waist.

You knew she had this, and she made subtle jokes about it, but you never thought you'd see it in person. It's a good size, and a comedically bright purple. She sees your smile when you look at it, and she poses slightly as if to say, 'funny, right?'

She climbs on top of you and connects your lips together. The kiss is quick, passionate, and just enough to disconnect from your previous mood shift. She moves her hand south to guide the end of the strap to where it needs to be, and she rubs it against you to lubricate it. It drags along your clit perfectly as you grasp Ellie's shoulders harshly.

"God.. Ellie," You moan, moving your grip from her shoulders to the sheets below you.

She hums, content in your sounds and puts her face in between your chest. Using her hand to guide herself, she slowly pushes in.

You cry out, biting your fist to muffle your sounds. She thrusts again, drags it out, then in again, and out.. and it feels amazing, how your bodies are connected in such a way that allows you to feel good like this. You think you could cherish this forever.

Ellie snaps you out of your daze to grab your wrist and pull it away from your mouth. "Don't hide. I wanna hear you cry for me," She growls. "Wanna hear your pathetic little sounds, baby."

With that, she speeds up her pace. Each drag of her strap against you feels so good, to where you can't think of anything except for "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie..."

The wet sounds of you and her fill the room, reminding you that she is in control, and she is making you feel this way. And its so goddamn hot in here.

She moves her hand from your wrist and puts it around your neck, holding you in place, exactly where she wants you. You're reduced to a whimpering, whining mess, with tears tracking down your cheeks and that coil in your gut is tightening more and more.

"Ellie, please," you beg, crying out, "I'm so close."

"Then come for me," She sighs, breathless. Beads of sweat collected around her temples. "Let me hear you.”

You don't know what happened next.

She continued her thrusts through your high, only stopping when you were physically able to tap her twice on her side. She collapsed on top of you, gaining her breath and rolled off of you on her back.

After a moment, she reached down and unhooked the strap from the loops of her jeans, and discarded them across the room.

She reaches out to you and pulls you closer, wordlessly looking in your eyes as a silent I love you. And you love her, and you hope you spend the rest of your time together.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams x reader smut #tlou smut #the last of us smut #tlou #the last of us

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aller-geez · 8 days

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Get to know: Blythe Nevrin

(owned by @thekinkyleopard )

31 // Female // She/Her/Hers // Lesbian // Succubus Cobra

Full name: Blythe Nevrin

Nickname: Bly, B, Bee, Bumble Bee

Date Of Birth:

Big Three: Virgo 🌞 Gemini 🌙 Leo ↗️

Physical Appearance —

Age: looks 24-25

Eye Color: Black Sceleras with Silver irises

Hair Color: Dark purple with lighter purple ombré tips

Weight: 125

Height: 5’6

Race: Succubus Demon

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Large black circular horns and a pair of small straight horns protruding from forehead, Dimple piercings, labret, septum and right hand eyebrow piercing, Freya with wings tattooed on her collarbone

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Her charismatic charm she can get /almost/ anyone to tell her anything and do anything

Greatest Weakness: Horribly Clumsy susceptible to injury and illness

Soft Spot: Freya, Zeroh, Amara

Mannerisms/Traits: Comes off very strong, cocky, know it all and seductive but also incredibly forward, vindictive and manipulative and catty. She does have a softer side to her that is often saved for very few.

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Blythe tries to often be a better person than she is but by nature her response is to be selfish or animalistic she is a slave to her urges

While living in the woods building their home, Blythe learned magic and potions, how to use her new abilities given to her from Father Lucifer and it helped them survive

Zeroh trained Blythe how to manipulate the veil as Satan instructed him to. This was in order to insure she could spy when necessary undetected. Having spent about a year of time together, she learned to really respect him, and sometimes tries to get him to soften up on Zilya, her neighbor and friend. They have a mutual respect for each other as coworkers and Blythe views him as a mentor and first real male figure that doesn’t manipulate her. Often visiting him when she can and catching up on stories.

Blythe meets Zilya when she and Freya find a spot in the woods they like to start building their forever home. At first the vampire was furious but melted under Blythe’s charm and they became fast friends who often exchange potions, ingredients, gossip and gab when they get the chance

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

Dust

Moss

How severe are they?

She gets pretty stuffy and then have a few fits if continuously exposed

Do they get sick often?

Not too often but she also has quick remedies

How bad is it usually?

She can be a very sicky mess if she doesn’t remedy it with a potion quickly

Do they stifle?

Yes if she’s around others she will try to stifle them

How loud are their sneezes?

Not incredibly loud, medium but expressive

What do they sneeze into?

Palms or down her dress

How often do they sneeze?

Whenever presented by a trigger

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

2 times at most 3

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Sudden

Do they sneeze in public?

Nope, they’ve got a natural cover; The Veil

Some examples of their sneezes?

Backstory —

Blythe was born to Rochelle and Danny Neverin, two meth addicts that procreated purely by a drugged up accident. Children can be a blessing, in many ways. The second they could they were selling photos, videos of Blythe through various stages of her growth, selling off their daughter’s innocent body to monsters online. Eventually as their addictions escalated, so did their need to make money and thus they began selling Blythe out. Prostituting her from the ages of 13-17. They earned 5k per client and often kept her out for 10+ clients everyday. Though their lifestyle went front trailer parks to gated neighborhoods, the abuse never stopped and Blythe was never treated like a person let alone daughter. Through out her entire life, Blythe felt as though something or someone was watching her. God ? She thought. Often escaping death through insane unexplainable coincidences. Failed suicide after failed suicide and yet never truly feeling alone. It was when she turned 18 that her suspicions were confirmed and an angel by the name of Freya, exposed her existence to her. The angel spoke of an innate need to protect her, a confession of love, sincerity. Blythe felt like she already knew her, the angel’s presence comforting alone. Immediately Blythe knew she wanted to run away with this being and they did but found it very difficult to escape the wrath of God himself. Without much thought, Blythe had heard rumors of an old well and a well dressed man. Upon inquiring the old well, she met a hand of Satan who led her to meet him face to face due to her special circumstances. In order to protect them from the eyes of God, Satan offered her and Freya two necklaces powerful to shield them , but Blythe would have to sacrifice her humanity over to him and in exchange she would become the very thing that tormented her. Sin Incarnate. Turned into an insatiable Succubus she was now forced to be Lucifer’s very own eyes on earth. Yet, she finds herself compromised when tasked with the mission of reporting back about Alistar, Satan’s most rebellious son. While she reports what she is allotted, she can not report it all. Her and Alistar at a stand still. He won’t get them exposed to God, She won’t expose him to Satan. They work in balance but secretly despise each other.

Blythe loves potions, magic, and has the fet. She’s allergic to moss, rats, dust, and rosemary. She has a medium type immune system neither good or bad

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metal-mouse · 1 year

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Lena Ravenwood

A more official character sheet for Lena.

Full name: Lena Aurelia Ravenwood

Born: 6th of June

Blood status: Half-blood

Love interest: Ominis Gaunt

Nationality: English

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

MBTI: INTJ

House: Slytherin

Patronus: Jaguar

Boggart: Herself as the person her father wants her to be.

Wand: 12 3/4”, laurel wood, dragon heart string

Amortentia: Books. Apples and vanilla. Fire.

Hair: Almost black, wavy, often braided back or has the top half pulled back.

Eyes: Light brown

Skin: Fair. Blushes very easily

Height: 5’2” (157cm)

Face: A soft face. Heart-shaped. Big eyes. Button-like nose. Natural soft pout: lower lip is thicker than upper lip. Small chin: weakest feature. Dimples under right eye and on either side of mouth.

Build:

- Curvy. Larger breasts, hourglass shape - solidly defined waist-to-hip ratio. Thick thighs and large booty.

- Broad shoulders for someone so small.

- Strong looking. Muscle definition on legs and arms and back is obvious.

- Has a soft tummy.

- After her 5th year, Lena’s body is so covered in scars from fighting goblins and poachers that she keeps her entire body covered except her face. Scars all over her arms, legs, belly and chest, neck and back.

- Keeps the scars a secret for a really long time.

Weight: 140lbs (63kg)

Nickname(s)

Little One (Octavius)

Little Demon (Octavius)

Lee (Sebastian, Anne, Poppy)

Lala (Ada, Hazel. Sebastian tried once it didn’t end well)

Darling (Ominis)

Occupation(s):

Seeker for Tutshill Tornados

Seeker for the English National Quidditch Team

Potioneer

Family:

Octavius Ravenwood (Father)

Ada Ravenwood (nee Thistle) (Mother)

Alaric Ravenwood (Brother)

Arcturus Ravenwood (Paternal Grandfather)

Felixa Ravenwood (Paternal Grandmother)

Agrippina Black (Nee Ravenwood) (Paternal Aunt)

Antares Black (Uncle by Marriage)

Serpens Black (Cousin)

Aquila Black (Cousin)

Franklin Thistle (Maternal Grandfather) [Deceased]

Hazel Thistle (Maternal Grandmother)

George Thistle (Maternal Uncle) [Deceased]

Leonard Thistle (Maternal Uncle)

Sally Thistle (Aunt by Marriage)

Mark Thistle (Cousin)

Morris Thistle (Cousin)

Ominis Gaunt (Husband)

Athena Noctua Ravenwood (Daughter)

Elias Alaric Ravenwood (Son)

The Gaunt Family (By Marriage)

Alleged ancestors of Rowena Ravenclaw (Lena is 95% sure that is bullshit)

Key Traits: Quick-witted. Quick to temper. Charming. Caring. Sarcastic. Warm. Shy at first but it comes off as being mean.

Likes: Quidditch. Potions. Reading. Fighting and Dueling. Helping people.

Dislikes: Killing. Homework. Losing. Stupid people.

Strengths: Potions. Killing. Flying. Fighting and dueling. Talking her way into and out of trouble.

Weaknesses: Will not ask for help. Hides emotions easily. Lies easily. Masks. Can be volatile.

Fears: Ominis dying. Failure. Being forgotten.

Close friends: Anne Sallow, Garreth Weasley, Imelda Reyes, Slytherin Quidditch team.

Best friends: Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai

Goals:

- Win a Quidditch World Cup

- Keep the Repository protected.

- Find someone to take over as Keeper before Lena dies.

Character Inspiration: Nesta Archeron, Aelin Galathynius, Arya Stark, Eowyn, Dean Winchester.

Bio:

She is the eldest child of Octavius Ravenwood and his wife, Ada Ravenwood (nee Thistle). Lena had one brother who is three years her junior, named Alaric. Her father, Octavius, was born into a wealthy pureblood family and was in Slytherin house himself. He was prone to fits of rage, and was widely feared by his classmates. While attending Hogwarts, he met muggleborn Ravenclaw Ada Thistle and fell in love. Octavius was forced to hide his relationship from his family, who would certainly kill Ada if they found out she was muggleborn. When Ada fell pregnant, Octavius stole away his inheritance and hid it in a vault deep within Gringotts. He and Ada married in secret, and Octavius removed his wife’s memories of Hogwarts and all things magic using the memory charm. Once settled in a muggle village in the south of England, he removed his own memories of the magical world into a pensieve that was cleverly hidden within the cellar of their small home. Lena’s magic showed early. She had several experiences of unexplained events, such as the chicken coop combusting when she was pecked by the rooster, or appearing in the sweets shop when her mother said no to going in. Eventually, it grew too much to hide, and that is where Matilda Weasley and Eleazar Fig stepped in when Lena was in her mid-teens.

Lena was fierce and independent from childhood. She strongly dislikes being smothered, preferring to be left to her own devices. Lena has a very strict “do not touch me” rule unless you are on her very short list of the people she likes enough to have physical contact with. Touch is Lena’s love language, so she limits her touch to those she truly cares about. If you are outside of that list, Lena will punch you. She was introduced to fighting at a young age with her father instructing her to protect her younger brother, Alaric, no matter what. He was a soft boy with an open heart, and that made him a prime target for the older boys in the village. Lena is extremely protective of those she cares about, often tip-toeing across the line of moral codes to defend them. In the words of her father, do not harm your enemies - destroy them. On a surface level Lena is tough, intimidating, and cold. She often has an arrogant smile on her face, and she does not suffer fools gladly.

Beneath the surface, Lena is far more complicated. She somewhat resents her father for forcing her to be the tough one. She carries an overwhelming sense of duty to protect others, however sometimes she also needs to be protected. Once she attends Hogwarts and spends extended periods of time away from her parents, she really blossoms into a friendly and warm young woman. Lena doesn’t mind going out of her way to help people, and she learns it is highly beneficial to have many friends in different corners of society. She copes with humour, often making her friends laugh. She prefers who she is at school, and compartmentalizes most of her rough exterior in favour of someone who offers free smiles and a listening ear. She’s a charmer and a flirt, often using her big light brown eyes and dimpled smile to get herself out of trouble - which she gets in far too much. While at home, Lena is like ice. When she has room to blossom into her own being, she learns she is fire and wind. She’s always down for a fight, and she’s a little firecracker with a big mouth. People tend to trust her quickly with deep secrets. Lena gathers these secrets, and keeps them to herself in case she needs to use them in the future. She carries an unfortunate talent for identifying a person’s greatest insecurity, and she absolutely weaponizes it when she’s pissed off and then feels awful about it. She falls in love quickly, and forgives her loved ones far too easily, which makes her a prime target for manipulation. Despite being very friendly, Lena is absolutely an introvert. She is most comfortable and most at peace when she is alone or with only Ominis. After large social interactions she’ll sleep for 16 hours straight.

Following Lena’s fifth year, she is prone to fits of depression where she withdraws into herself completely and becomes a ghost of a person. She suffers from horrible night terrors and sleep walks. Lena experiences overwhelming anxiety at times, and is no stranger to panic attacks. She speaks less, while previously it was difficult to get her to stop talking. She tries to play it off and mask it all with humour, and she does a well enough job that only those who are closest to her notice - but she actively tries to push them away so they don’t notice. It takes a long time for her to heal and learn how to cope with all she’s been through.

#Lena Ravenwood #my oc #my hogwarts legacy oc #Hogwarts legacy #first of all the HL MC bodies are all slim #my girl here is not this slender #but it’s fine it’ll have to do #also it’s so hard to get nice screenshots of her I swear #reni writes #bonus photo of Lena giving hella side eye

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scorpionatori · 1 year

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My Top 5 Anime Characters

(sorry, pochita isn’t on the list he’s just my mascot)

5. Denji - Chainsaw Man

Denji often gets written off as a horny pervert teenage boy character, but to me he is the best character in Chainsaw Man and one of the best shounen protagonists out there. I actually appreciate how Denji’s sexuality was handled in the series as it’s a very important aspect of his character and the story. Denji is a child who was almost completely deprived of every basic need. He barely even had enough to get by without starving to death. He was abused by pretty much every man he knew, and he is inherently distrustful of them. On the other hand, Denji is desperate for a nurturing motherly figure and this leads to him latching onto almost every woman he meets, Makima in particular. This leads to him being taken advantage of and even groomed. While other protagonists are driven by some noble goal, Denji is someone who is completely driven by very basic human needs and desires - food, shelter, and sex. He’s happy as long as he has his needs and desires met. I think this makes him a very interesting and compelling protagonist, and it’s interesting that the story revolves around a boy who’s been used and abused his whole life ultimately breaking free and trying to learn how to live his own life. He is not your typical noble savior protagonist, and I love that he’s driven by such raw and human needs and desires.

4. Asuka Langley - Neon Genesis Evangelion

I love the tragedy of Asuka’s character, and it frustrates me that so many people just reduce her to a bratty child. She’s a young girl whose entire view on life is that she has to be the best at what she does. She displays very narcissistic qualities: desperately needing praise and approval constantly, drawing attention to herself whenever she can, and having a fragile self esteem that fluctuates between very high and very low. Her identity is so tied into being the best pilot that she’s very threatened by her two peers, and when she starts struggling and failing it completely ruins her. It’s heartbreaking to watch her big spiral into despair and self hatred, and to me her deep-seated fear of failure and not being good enough at her chosen skill hit very close to home.

3. Shigeo Kageyama - Mob Psycho 100

Mob is a beautifully written character. Of all the characters out there who have emotional repression issues tied into suppressing their special abilities, he is definitely my favorite. Mob is traumatized because of his abilities. He lost control and his little brother got hurt. He became so focused on not relying on his powers that he even deeply suppressed his own emotions (as his emotions tie into his powers and how strong they are). Mob became incredibly socially awkward and detached, to the point Dimple even describes him as livestock. The most beautiful part of the story to me is how he learns to accept the part of himself that he tried to deny because he was scared. He split off from the part of himself he found frightening and tried to hide it away. The ending arc where this other side of him gets out of control is terrifying and heartbreaking, and yet he’s finally able to truly accept and embrace all of himself by the end.

2. Osamu Dazai - Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai quickly earned the right to be my favorite character I’d truly consider “morally gray”. Despite providing comic relief with his behavior and personality and antics, he reveals himself throughout the series to be actually quite terrifying. As a former mafia executive, Dazai was ruthless, cold, detached, and manipulative. He committed many crimes for the Port Mafia and was even violently abusive to his former apprentice. Something that interests me about him is that he didn’t really change too much after leaving the mafia and joining the agency. He’s still kept a lot of the same views and he didn’t have some big redemption arc by leaving the bad organization. Unlike a lot of characters who have a dark past but become heroes, Dazai seems to have no remorse for the bad things he did. But his dying friend told him it’s more beautiful to live a life where you save and help people, and this caused him to change the kind of life he wanted to lead. He was attracted to the violence of the mafia, hoping to find some meaning in existence by being around raw human desires and behaviors, but even in this he found no purpose in living. So, after his friend’s words, he made the choice to go down a better path, because if both paths give no inherent meaning to life, you may as well choose the one that doesn’t hurt people. He’s still manipulative and has a very nihilistic worldviews, but he ultimately chose to be on the side that exists to save people. To me, he’s an interesting study of how a change of a person’s environment can influence external behavior, even if it doesn’t completely change who a person is deep down inside. He’s still the same person he was, but he no longer lives a life spent hurting other people. He’s a very complex and human character who can neither be labeled good nor bad.

1. Natori Shuuichi - Natsume’s Book of Friends

Although some people found him unlikeable (can’t relate), it didn’t take long for Natori to become my favorite character in Natsume’s Book of Friends, and just my favorite anime character in general. Despite having some moral gray areas, he’s overall a good and caring person who is very dedicated and protective of others. He’s often been criticized for his tendency to lie and deceive others and have some manipulative moments, but this is part of what makes him interesting to me. In my opinion, he undergoes the most change and growth throughout the series, going from a manipulative and deceptive person who desired more power and status in his community to someone who wants nothing more than to protect the people he cares about. He is very well written, his backstory episode easily being one of the best episodes in the entire series. I love the comic relief he provides while at the same time being very complex and deep. As much as it pains me that a lot of people disliked him so much, I think the fact people couldn’t decide on what kind of person he was proves his complex and intriguing writing. He’s very much a product of his abusive and neglectful environment and being ostracized from others, but he develops a safe and healthy friendship with someone who truly cares about him, and it causes him to undergo a lot of personal growth. I would personally love an entire series just about his life from being a teenager to being a young adult in the exorcist community and the changes he underwent. He’s truly a character deserving of his own series.

#natsume yuujinchou #bsd #mp100 #nge #chainsaw man #natori shuuichi #bsd dazai #shigeo kageyama #asuka langley #denji

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adelaidedrubman · 1 year

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33-36 for JohnJess AND FaithJen? - fourlittleseedlings

HIII THANK YOU MOLLY love to talk about both of the toxic pairs:3

33. Who is the big spoon and why?

jessie the (physically smaller) big spoon. she prefers the feeling of security from having more freedom of movement during their cuddles, john prefers being full body held and wrapped up in her big strong arms. she gets to feel like she isn’t actually being that vulnerable he gets to feel cherished and protected. big win for annoying people.

34. What’s their favorite nonsexual activity together?

answered here!

35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

by tormenting the rest of the county:/ also ig as preface “a long time” to them is ballpark a week but god is it the most miserable week for everyone involved including them. john #deals by incessantly torturing hostages to get any scrap of information about jessie or just to take his anger about her being gone out on them (this is really all joey’s fault for not learning her name while they worked together, when you think about it,). jessie deals by slaughtering half of jacob’s chosen in a single night as a Fun Distraction to Not Think About Him then still actively hallucinates him on the daily. they’re great we love them right

36. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

jessie likes kissing john’s forehead and temples, particularly along his stray freckles. less chastely, she likes lavishing kisses along his collarbones and thighs. john has several favorite spots on jessie’s face for littering kisses, her dimples are probably number one but the tip of her nose and along her jawline are also top contenders. he also loves pressing kisses to her fingertips. less chastely, boobs in his mouth please

33. Who is the big spoon and why?

they do a fair amount of tradeoff, but jenna ends up as the little spoon far more often. when shoes are removed from the equation she is slightly shorter/smaller and more in little spoon territory. plus jenna tends to be more restful and detached during sleep time while faith tends to initiate more cuddles, which often means draping herself over jenna to hold her close.

34. What’s their favorite nonsexual activity together?

long strolls in nature where faith can ask jenna lots of questions about local plant and animal life and hear her infodump and discuss it with her are probably number one. cooking together at the end of a long day is also one of their favorite simple pleasures. (and, you know, by “cooking together” i mean jenna cooks while faith sits on the counter and “helps” by “keeping her company” and making occasional suggestions, maybe holds a spoon.)

also, even without directly interacting one of their favorite activities together is just watching the other working and in their element. faith loves to hover in the doorway of the lab and watch jenna nerd out over her beloved evil experimental research chemicals, jenna loves blending into a crowd so she can watch faith charm and manipulate them. you know just softgirl shit!

35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

well enough, it’s often required during the long stretches of time they’re working on parallel but discrete aspects of the bliss. it has occasionally caused their relationship to fizzle out and go dormant during the periods they can’t maintain a natural connection, but never with any hard feelings once they’re back in an “on again” stage. for her part faith does tend to grow a little more disconcerted with the lack of attention and attempt to rectify it, particularly once they’ve been together for longer.

36. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

faith loves getting up on her tiptoes to kiss the top of jenna’s head. she also loves wrapping her arms around her waist from behind and kissing along the back of her neck and shoulder blades. jenna likes to loll her head back and turn to kiss faith’s cheeks when she does this, and her cheeks are also one of her favorite places to kiss generally. jenna also loves kissing faith’s wrists and trailing kisses up her arm.

#otp: stop bothering these nice folks #otp: a neurochemical con job #otp asks

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Before You Were Born, ch. 3

[reading time] 6 mins.

Cool, damp air crossed over my face, and a few drops of rain touched my lips. I stirred. My head pounded. Did the incident in Rayna’s store actually happen? Where was I?

Something cold touched my forehead, and I opened my eyes. I lay on my back, and Rayna leaned over me, her brow knit tightly with concern as she dabbed at my forehead with a damp rag. I was in an unfamiliar place, staring up at the ceiling, but I was comfortable enough. A bed or couch, perhaps? My mind was clouded and unwilling to take everything in all at once.

“How are you doing?”

I found the strength to lift my hand up and rub my throbbing head. “Awful. Did I hit my head?”

“Mmhmm. You didn’t give me any warning, so you just hit the floor. Sorry.”

I laughed a little. “Not your fault. I’m the one who should be apologizing for fainting in your store. I’m a terrible customer.”

The corners of her mouth tightened into a smile, though not as wide as her usual toothy grin. She was likely relieved that I was well enough to make light of the situation. “For a moment, I was wondering if I should call the paramedics. But I honestly have no idea if they’d know what to do with you.”

I grunted. “Elf physiology isn’t that different from humans. I appreciate you not doing so, all the same.”

After a brief silence, I propped myself up on my elbows. Rayna put her hand behind my back and helped me up the rest of the way, for which I was grateful. I don’t remember ever fainting like that before, and I could confidently say I hoped it would never happen again. It hurt like hell.

I took a look around once I was upright. I was in a small living space, really just one big room with a bed, a kitchenette, and a table with a closed laptop. The bed was barely big enough for one person. Rayna had pulled the singular chair from the table over to the bed to take care of me. Discarded clothing was thrown left and right all over the place, and what looked like several months of mail covered the table and threatened to bury the nearby computer.

“Where am I?”

Rayna spread her arms dramatically. “Welcome to my humble abode: the loft above Ravenna’s Books! Sorry it’s a mess. I wasn’t expecting company.”

My cheeks burned. I didn’t know that she’d carried me up to her personal space. “Uh… I… oh. I see. Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

A laugh escaped her mouth, and her cheeks dimpled. “We should probably stop apologizing to each other, or we’ll be here all night.”

I nodded my agreement and chuckled with her, a much quieter but just as genuine gesture. Then my face fell into a more serious expression. “Can I ask a favour?”

She tilted her head, curious. “Oh? What do you need?”

“Do you mind if I stay here with you? Just for tonight, I mean.” I blurted out the last part quickly, another apology even if I didn’t say, “Sorry.” I hated to impose, but I was scared to walk home and have that creepy guy from earlier follow me.

She stood up and nodded like she knew exactly what I was feeling. “Yeah, sure. It’ll be a bit cramped, but one night should be fine.”

I looked up at her and gave her the most reassuring smile I could muster. I think it came across as more of a grimace, though. “One more thing, though.”

She arched one eyebrow at me. “Yeah?”

“We’re going to place some wards. Just in case.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but Rayna stocked all the materials we needed, and she was quite knowledgeable in warding rituals. Together with a bit of sage, hyssop, and salt in hand, it only took us half an hour to make sure every entryway and window had a few select runes etched in charcoal upon them. I corrected her pronunciation of the incantations a few times, which flustered her. I didn’t like correcting people, but it was important that we got it right. I tried to make my criticisms sound like encouragement.

Such simple wards weren’t strong enough to stop anyone determined to get in, but it would hopefully give us a head start if something bad happened. We would need hours to prepare real defences, and the sun already threatened to dip below the horizon.

Once our work was done, we picked up food from the Indian bistro next door. The cuisine was new to me, but Rayna enticed me with the promise of a fair selection of vegetarian foods. I wasn’t opposed to eating meat, but given the option, I do prefer to avoid it.

The sun shrank away for the evening, and darkness closed in around the neighbourhood. But by that time, we were both up in Rayna’s loft, enjoying saag paneer and aloo gobi in our pyjamas. (She was kind enough to lend me some sleeping clothes.) She offered to stream something to take our minds off of the day’s events, but quickly apologized when Netflix recommended almost all true crime documentaries. After some endearing fumbling, she found us a benign sit-com to watch.

I wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable, but staying with Rayna helped keep my mind off of my worries. If I were at home, no doubt I’d just pace back and forth, wringing my hands and jumping at shadows.

A couple of hours passed as Rayna made snide remarks about the credibility of the various absurd situations we watched and the actors’ subpar performances. I wasn’t very experienced with television shows, so I just nodded in agreement. Eventually, sleep wearied my eyes, which created a new conflict where each of us tried valiantly to insist the other take the tiny bed. Rayna’s stubbornness won, and she spread out a blanket on the floor for herself.

Despite how tired we were, sleep did not come easily. I laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, repeating my earlier encounter again and again in my head. I wished I could make sense of it, but instead I grew more and more anxious. Rayna had her own troubles and kept tossing back and forth, probably from sleeping on the hard floor. I really wished she had taken the bed.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I hoped that sleep would soon take me.

Flap, flap.

I twitched. What was that?

Flap, flap. Flap, flap.

I rolled over and pulled the blanket tighter. I couldn’t have slept for more than an hour, and I was annoyed that I’d have to start all over again.

Flap, flap. Flap, flap. Tap.

I bolted upright and looked to my right, out to the dark alleyway below us. Something hit the window. What was it? A bird?

After a few breaths, I saw movement in the moonlight. Something small, flapping up and down rapidly, bumped up against the glass pane again. I clutched the blanket to my chest and laughed a little to reassure myself. It was just a bat. I was tempted to open the window and say hello to the little creature, but Rayna probably wouldn’t appreciate me inviting random animals into her home.

My friend rolled over and mumbled something in her sleep. All my thrashing about probably disturbed her, so I lay back down as quietly as I could. I took a few deep breaths and resigned myself to another hour or so of battling my anxieties on the way back to sleep.

Flap, flap.

Go somewhere else, little friend.

Flap, flap. Flap, flap.

I sighed.

Flap, flap. Flap, flap. Tap, tap. … Tap. … Tap. … TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP

I shrieked and grabbed the sides of my head. Every ward in the building screamed in unison, directly into my brain, bells upon bells upon bells. The taps of multiple bats hitting the walls and windows sounded like gunfire passing through my skull. Even if an entire cloud of bats descended upon the shop, I should not have felt it so intensely. But my mind was scrambled, so I couldn’t even think about that at the time.

TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP

Rayna was next to me, shaking me. She must’ve thought I was having a nightmare, but it was very real. I tried to yell out, “I’m awake!” I wasn’t certain if the sound left my throat, or if it was strangled into another scream.

TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, and bile stung the back of my throat. I couldn’t handle much more. My body shivered and shook, and sweat ran down my face and chest. My head, it was close to exploding …

Quietly, though, and steadily, another sound pushed its way into my consciousness. A gentle hum coursed its way through my ears and crowded out the bats. My senses cleared, and I could feel my face upon Rayna’s chest, her arms wrapped tightly around me. She hummed a tune unfamiliar to me, but the song warmed me and soothed me in a way I could only attribute to sorcery. She was full of surprises.

The beating of wings faded like a distant fleet of warplanes disappearing into the night. The assault ended as swiftly as it had arrived, and my breathing slowed to match Rayna’s. My whole body felt numb, and my arms dangled limply at my sides.

She stopped humming and whispered to me. “What happened? You gave me a good scare, waking me up like that.”

My jaw was slack, and I slurred my speech. “You didna hurr tha—?”

She shook her head, whipping me in the face accidentally with her hair. “Hear what?”

My cheeks flushed. How close we were! I gently pushed out of her arms and propped myself up against the wall. I breathed in spasms.

“Bats. … I don’t know how many. … Hundreds? Maybe thousands. … They were all beating in unison … against the wards we placed. … It overwhelmed me. … I don’t know why … it didn’t affect you … but I’m thankful.”

She threw a concerned glance toward the window. “Well, there’s nothing out there now. It was dead quiet as far as I could tell.”

I nodded and slid back down into the bed. I doubted I would be able to get to sleep again. I was dealing with something powerful, and it was too much of a coincidence not to blame the creepy guy. That he had turned my own wards against me was proof that he knew enough about the arcane arts to be a big, big problem.

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