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kingdededeslair · 2 months

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This is my first tarot reading after being an avid reader and wanting hopefully provide some insight and guidance to others like the tarot readers on here have for me! 🥹💛

This one is inspired by The Song of Achilles (my heart), so this is about your poly philtatos (most beloved by far). Read in whatever way feels right to you! This is just for fun and some insider tips lmao! Enjoy, and please let me know you resonated and would like more readings like this! Dm me for new ideas or private readings!

1st group (Patroclus & Achilles):

This pile was easy to draw cards for overall in comparison to the other piles. The cards didn’t really jump out at me like some of the other piles, so maybe you’re an earth sign or have earth sign ruled house or degrees or prominent aspects between earth ruled placements.

1st card-who are they? (Emperor)

This first card I drew was the Emperor. The emperor represents dignity, authority, perhaps stubbornness, and of course, status. This first card, based on how I am guided to do readings, represents their persona, their ego, their main character traits. The emperor, among these cards, seems to represent more of the grounded energy your poly philtatos will have. Alongside the yearning for authority and seeking respect from their diligent hard work.

2nd card - how they’ll meet (the star)

This card is associated with Aquarius, so Aquarius season could be when you or them are born or has a deeper significance to either of you. This could also mean around this time (Jan-feb) is when you’ll meet! It could also signal that you’ll meet when either of your hopes are renewed in something, or trying to develop your faiths/spirituality. You could encounter them in a place of worship, a place that symbolizes hope to either of you as well.

3rd card- - how they’ll treat pile 1 (knight of pentacles )

they appear to treat relationships and their partners as a duty. Before you think this is not your preferred type of partner of relationship, consider the way lasting and loving relationships remain: through continuously choosing each other and keeping up your end of the relationship through your agreed upon and subtle responsibilities to one another. Your poly philtatos will ground the relationship by always choosing you and the relationship; much like Patroclus did Achilles (sob). Your poly philtatos will work hard to provide for you and this relationship in whichever way matters to you and for the long run.

2nd (two girls kissing)

1st card-who are they? (the world)

Your partner seems very airy to me. You may be attracted to air placements or air energy or have it yourself. The world represent harmony and fulfillment. This person wants to be aligned with the beauties of the world. They might be a Virgo; mercury ruled earth sign that’s mutable. As grounded as air or mercurial energy can get. They get a sense of fulfillment experiencing the natural and physical world as well as engaging with it. Perhaps they like to meditate in the natural world instead of being cooped up inside. Despite all of this zen energy, they definitely work hard to achieve a sense of fulfillment inside of them (Virgos 100%).

2nd card - how they’ll meet (8 of cups)

You’ll meet them at the end of something or when you’re walking away from a negative or hurtful situation. When you’ve outgrown something or someone. In a love reading, this could point to leaving a relationship that has hurt you or has dragged you down. You may also turn away from seeking material fulfillment, whether that be career centered, wealth centered, aesthetically, etc. this makes sense as this person will bring you to a deeper understanding of true fulfillment and balance within your life. Maybe something you’ve always sought out. You could also meet them during any of the water sign seasons (Feb-March, June-July, Oct-Nov) or that may be relevant to you and your poly philtatos.

3rd card- - how they’ll treat pile 2 (7 of pentacles R)

Unfortunately, the flip side, sometimes, of mercurial and mutable energy, is the lack of dedication to any one thing or persisten effort always being given. While they definitely will help enlighten you, they may struggle with materially advancing the relationship, you, or themselves. Either because of procrastination and executive function issues or because it’s not important to them in their lives. They may focus a lot on themselves and automatically put the relationship, and thus, you, on the back burner. They can help slow down maybe your anxious energy or overzealous pace of the relationship with realistic ideas and understanding, but they won’t push the start button back on preferring to stay in the slow lane.

3rd pile (black love painting):

1st card-who are they? (Wheel of fortune R)

This may be a fixed sign, maybe fire and earthy, because of the reversed card that was pulled, Wheel of Fortune. The fixed signs are suspected to be represented in the cards picture itself, and the energy of the pull confirms that suspicion. They seem to be someone always going through tough times. Maybe they had a tough or troubled upbringing or has been through some serious and traumatic events in life. Someone who has endured the worst and come out the other side even more resilient and wise. Someone not afraid of challenges or the dark side of people because they’ve seen it all. Maybe you’re looking for or need someone to embrace you flaws and all, maybe because of that, and that’s who this person is.

2nd card - how they’ll meet (5 of swords)

This pile screams don’t poke the sleeping bear vibes but in a hot way. This person tends to move in silence (lol) or move alone. Maybe due to their past experiences maybe just because of personal preference. Either you or your poly philtatos will be emerging from conflict or shaky situations when you meet. They may also be your lifeline out of a hostile situation or vice versa for you, them. You could also meet them during any of the air sign seasons or those periods could be significant to either of you (Jan-Feb, May-June, Sept-October).

3rd card- - how they’ll treat pile (strength)

This card really connects with the rest of this pile, at least to me, this poly philtatos of yours is going to bolster your courage. Maybe your time of conflict left you feeling weak, unsupported, or afraid. They’re going to come in to change all of that and having you feel like the strong individual you are. They’re going to be a rock for you as well, maybe an inspiration as well to assert yourself and become more brave in day to day life. They will not make you doubt yourself or them or the relationship between the two of you. They’ll be calmly passionate and protective of you just like the woman holding the lion’s jaw open. They will be unshaken when you feel unstable or not sure of yourself and remind you that you’re more than your past or what’s been done to you. Remember to comfort this person and take them out of their natural protectors mindset to know they can be safe with you as well.

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adventuringblind · 8 months

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Butterflies on You Skin

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: angst and hurt/comfort

Request: No, this is entirely self indulgent

Summary: Sometimes, the coping mechanisms we create aren't the ones we need...

Warnings: graphic images if SH

Notes: I do not in any way condone SH. I used to read fics like this when I was going through it and it helped. Like somehow reading about fictional me doing it and then getting help allowed he to have those same sensations. My point being that I am struggling at the time I'm writing this and I'm determined to stay clean (almost two years!). This helps me and I hope it helps someone else out there too. Remeber you're not alone ❤️

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People don't understand that pain can become addicting. When you've been through so much of it, all of it not by choice, choosing the pain feels like a release.

She knows it's wrong. She knows there are better ways of dealing with things. But she can't see to stop herself.

It's her way of reminding herself she has power and control. She picks where the knife goes and how deep it cuts into her skin. She chooses when and where it happens.

It was something she needed and relied on for so long. Until she met Oscar.

They were teenagers when they met. Some birthday party for a mutual friend. Both of them left feeling out of place, so they gravitated towards each other.

Phone numbers were exchanged.

They spent far too much time talking to each other. She felt that he kept her down to earth. That no matter the bad things that happened, he would be there. Even replacing the knife occasionally.

He found her intriguing. Her perspectives on life and her dreams for the future. Her head had a tendency to get stuck in the clouds, but he didn't mind. He likes listening to her talk.

When they both graduate, he invites her to his races. Watching him felt fulfilling in a way, and she likes the traveling.

Yet when she's alone. Her head is sending her to places she can't come back from. When she needs the sting she's come to crave, she's spending the night with her knife.

When Oscar finishes his f2 career and becomes the third driver for Alpine, he ends up confessing his feelings for her. Something she's been wanting to do for years but never could.

A week later, he's kissing her. Her heads find the clouds easily after that. Something about his presence and how he is so genuine clears away the hurricane that is her thoughts.

Being a third driver means Oscar does have a bit more free time. He gets to go home to see her more often. Something she's not used to.

The Australian gets home late one night. He comes in quietly since he figures she's already asleep.

Oh, how terribly wrong he is.

She'd had a fight with her family earlier that day. Her parents have never been good at communication, and they still claim they gave her a better life than what they had. Which is true, she thinks.

She has no reason to be sad.

Another reason to draw the sharp edge across her skin. Another thin red line to add to the ever growing tally.

Oscar sees the bathroom door closed and the light turned on. He hears the clatter next. He presses his ear to the door. Debating whether to make his presence known or if that would scare her more than if he waited.

The hiss of pain is what gets him. "Love? Are you alright?" All movement on the other side stops. Then the clatter again.

She hates when she gets sloppy. She knows she's gone too far, and Kscar wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow.

She stares down at the crimson colored lines. The contents of the wounds coat her skin at dripping to the floor.

"Love? Please answer."

But she can't answer. what is she supposed to say? That her unhealthy coping mechanism is finally becoming her undoing. The she's tried to stop but the sensation is something she's learned to crave?

Oscar tried the handle. Received to find it unlocked. He opens just a small crack. He's never been one to invade her privacy.

The look of pain in his eyes makes her sob. He dosent move when he sees her. His mind trying to register what he's seeing.

How had he never noticed until now?

He can tell she’s panicking. He gently moves himself to the floor, grabbing a towel as he goes. He doesn’t say anything, just gently start to clean her up.

When he’s successfully disinfected the wounds and has bandages them up, he lead her into their room.

“I know it’s hard, but we have to talk about it.”

She just shakes her head in response. He deserves an explanation. Really, he deserves someone better.

She just tells him everything. Basks in the gentleness of his voice and warmth of his touch as she does so.

She was expecting him to leave. Her mind convinced she was unlovable in her state. After all, who could fall in love with someone who crave the sting of a knife?

But she was wrong.

Oscar was somehow filled with a new sense of purpose and they found themselves working together to help her pull through to the other side. A reminder that she is far from alone.

He’s quick to find a way to help her and when he does it feels almost magical.

The butterfly project. The goal is to not kill the butterflies.

They start small. She puts the butterfly on her hand. Just a simple doodle.

It doesn’t last long and she’s crying over the fact she killed it.

The next time around there are two butterflies. One on her and one in Oscar. His drawing take much more time. His deliberate design giving her more motivation to not ruin it.

It’s gone in two weeks and she relapses that day. Yet the fact she made it that far was an accomplishment.

Soon the butterflies are everywhere. Both their arms covered.

It became something she did when she was bored. Her hands drawing the bugs in every open surface.

It was difficult and she slipped but she was getting better.

Oscar was so incredibly proud of her. He got asked frequently about the creatures that littered his skin. He just said he liked them and so does his girlfriend.

When Oscar started with McLaren, Lando noticed them immediately. “If you ever need to talk I’m here if you want.” Oscar shoots him a confused look before remembering the lovely blue butterfly colored in with Sharpie placed in the middle of his forearm.

So she's made it to a year. Sure, she's slipped here and there, but it's nothing like it used to be. It's something to celebrate.

Oscar spends the entire day with her. Praising her acomplishment and reminding her how proud he is if her and how proud she should be of herself.

She is proud. It's something she never thought she could do. Not on her own, at least.

It's Oscar that helped her through and the butterflies in her skin.

Now she's has a permanent one. A reminder she came through to the other side. A reminder that she is not alone. Most importantly, a reminder she's loved.

Remember you're not alone.

This was somewhat based on a true story. Here's my reminder to myself every day that I'm not done yet, and neither are you. Keep fighting loves ❤️

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zhongrin · 2 years

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Actually how would Zhongli react to us being pregnant? I just reread that post you just reblogged about his heats and well.

I rarely see follow up on this.

Like I would be terrified to find that I got pregnant. Like kinks aside, that's a real thing living in you now. And zhongli doesn't have any children, so how would he know how pregnancy goes? Is mortal body even capable of handling a god's child?

He can morph, so I guess it is possible to him to impregnate someone (or get impregnated, since he can shapeshift, but i think he still could be biologically male, but idk, he a dragon, so logic doesn't really apply that much) like human and not having to do it with a reptile.

Would we produce a baby dragon or like a hybrid when it was being born? Or just looking human?

Ganyu has horns but is human, so I guess it would be possible to give birth to human baby, but with a tail and scales ig?

I'm just trying to break down a fictional character parental planning, help

slfjsldksl luke we share one braincell bc i have some ideas about this in the draft but that one’s gonna delve deeper into his protective draconic nature so have this for now hehehe

(also, this post about gow!reader kinda touches pregnancy too, and i feel that some points applies for normal reader)

tags: minors dni, afab!reader, pregnancy, kids, (in one small section) monsterfucking, implied ovipos

if the baby was an adeptus or a half-dragon, i feel like he’ll be able to sense it. as in, one day as he’s cuddling with you, he would just suddenly stare and caress your stomach in wonder, a slight frown between his brows, before he suggests for you to go for a medical checkup out of nowhere.

the moment he gets a confirmation that yes, there’s life growing inside you, i think he would be a little shaken - but he wouldn't show it outright, especially if he can see that you're freaking out from the revelation. he would reassure you, cradling your trembling form against his and stroking your back as he murmurs softly about how you'll be okay and he'll be there with you all the way. when you're way calmer and seem rational enough, he would ask you what you want to do. and if you tell him that you want to become the child's parents with him? that's when the happiness really hits him. he'd place a sweet kiss on your lips, nuzzle into the crook of your neck, and literally starts purring.

he might not have any experience being a father and a husband with a pregnant wife, but i believe he has watched many who have gone through the experience, or he would at least know a lot of people whom he can ask about it. and this is zhongli we’re talking about, so he will 100% do his own research aside from preparing everything with you.

your devoted husband might have read about the hormonal changes that will inevitably hit you, but it still surprises him sometimes; the way you swing between moods and you showing him the sides he didn’t even know existed. he’d massage your swollen feet and your tense shoulders. he’d hold you as you cry because your wedding band can’t fit your finger anymore and assures you that it’s normal for that to happen... and if by the end of your pregnancy it still doesn’t fit, he tells you he can always enlarge it, and he promises he wouldn’t love you less if you have to take it off for the time being.

he’d offer you his arms whenever you want to walk, carry you when you don’t want to walk, insist on decorating the nursery while you sit and supervise him without lifting a finger, beat some sense into lecture childe when the ginger says something that unknowingly touches your nerve and makes you burst into tears, pick up the things your drop, help you put on your shoes, help you bathe and towel you dry and dress you in loose silk robes, fulfill all your weird cravings, hold your hair as you throw up the pickles and ice cream combo he got you at three am in the morning - listen. this man. he will literally be at your beck and call.

now about the baby itself… whether it would be a full human or half/full adeptus of half/full dragon, i'd like to imagine it's not set in stone and it'll be a roulette lol personally i would say that him having a normal human baby would be preferable to zhongli himself, since it adheres to his wish of living the rest of his life as a mortal… but imagining him cradling a half-dragon baby who’s yet to be able to shapeshift to hide their horns and tails and tiny claws just. makes me so soft ;w;

[cw.monsterfucking, cw.implied ovipos] there's also the possibility of him impregnating you in his dragon form and pumping his clutches inside you but i will leave that to juju @/seakicker

oh, and ganyu and xiao would definitely dote over the child (in their own way) when they’re born, you can’t tell me otherwise-

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw.pregnancy #cw.kids #afab!reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #minors dni

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beanibon · 11 months

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Can I request some post-canon domestic fluff headcanons with Vash? Cuz after everything he deserves to be a cute little husband to a loving doting spouse in a warm stable house.

Our Happily Ever After

Potential Trimax Spoilers! Though I will keep it as spoiler free as possible.

You could only imagine how absolutely exhausted Vash was once delivered to your home, covered in grime, blood and sweat from the final battle. It shocked you, panicked as you held him close.

Vash was in a temporary coma for some time but the moment he woke up, looking at your sleeping form tucked up against him, he cried. It had woken you instantly, soothing hands cupping his face as you whispered sweet reassurances to him.

Those first few months of Vash awakening had been the hardest, yet you persevered for his sake. Through those months you were patient, caring and most of all loving. And that sparked something in Vash, as if he'd met you for the first time since he posed as Eriks.

That ring, created from melted down bullets looked so beautiful to you despite its rough appearance. You accepted without any hesitation, leaping into Vash's arms, kissing him as you cried out endless yesses.

Vash couldn't be more happy to spend the rest of his life with his amazing spouse, holding onto them, kissing them each morning and night, and forever being by their side.

You both ended up moving a little further away from town, not too much but enough to have your own privacy away from anyone that might pass through and harm Vash. It was peaceful and that's what Vash needed after 150 years of pain and sorrow.

You ended up taking an interest in making your own jams and chutneys, selling those to make further money from your small job as a waitress. Often dragging Vash into taste testing any new combinations you weren't sure of, able to read his expressions on whether he was telling the truth or not about how things tasted.

Vash took up writing, a suggestion you threw his way at keeping positive memories alive when he came to you crying about how he feared he forget those he cared for, along with the adventures he embarked on with them as time went on. So that's what he did, he wrote everything down, sliding some pages to you for 'proof-reading'. You adored anything he wrote, knowing that talking about these things would be hard, so entrusting you with reading them was something you felt honoured with fulfilling.

Vash grew out his hair again, often keeping it in messy ponytails when writing or doing any kind of work that required heavy concentration. You loved playing with his hair, styling it while he busied himself writing.

Vash has an adorable habit of pouting when he's in deep thought, pair that with writing and you have the cutest pout with a pen/pencil resting either on his chin or lip. Also wears the same glasses he used when disguised as Eriks, only this time getting special prescription lenses for reading.

The conversation of children has been a topic both of you have discussed in the past, and now that Vash is no longer looking behind his shoulder every second of the day, you've been considering it heavily.

Eventually you do have children, whether through adoption or birth. Vash doting on every single one of them, while you have to play the bad guy to make sure no rules are broken.

Three children you raised with Vash, watching as your husband slowly became a fourth as he was being scolded alongside your kids. But you didn't mind whatsoever, finding you couldn't stay mad for long at him or your children.

You couldn't have asked for a more perfect husband, watching as he went from the most wanted gunman to the most loving husband and father. It still pained you that it took so long for Vash to start properly healing, allowing himself to open up to someone enough to drag them along with his crazy life, but you didn't care.

You'd follow that man to the ends of Gunsmoke if you had to, forever the anchor he needs to keep going.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #vash #vash x reader #vash x you #vash the stampede x reader #98 vash #98 vash x reader #trimax #trigun maximum #eriks x reader #eriks vash x reader

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 8 months

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hello! if it's not too much to ask, could you possibly write some headcanons for the papas with an s/o who loves to be outside no matter the season. like. they're just out there enjoying it. idk. whatever you want. have a good day/night and wishing you well!!

Hi!!! Love this request so much, I had great fun coming up with these headcanons <3 I myself am not an outdoorsy person unless it's autumn or late summer but hopefully you enjoy these !

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

This is something the two of you have in common

Even in his old age, the cold getting to him quicker in the winter, there is nowhere he'd rather be in the abbey than outside in the gardens

So the two of you spend a lot of time outdoors together whether it's working in the gardens, having a picnic, going on a stroll through the grounds, or just existing together

Primo makes sure that the two of you are well wrapped up if you're spending the day outside during the winter

He also got you matching umbrellas for if the two of you wanna sit outside and watch the rain during a thunderstorm

When it's especially cold and snowy out, his ghouls will bring you both flasks of hot chocolate to share

Summer nights are often spent laying on the grass and gazing up at the stars surrounded by blankets and pillows

If the two of you go on walks through the woods to the rear of the abbey, Primo will bring along his books about identifying wild plants and he'll teach you about them and how to identify what's poisonous and what isn't

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Very much an indoorsy person

However, Secondo loves that you prefer to be outdoors and spend so much time outside

It encourages him to actually leave his office and enjoy the outdoors a little more

Has had to drag you indoors during heavy rain and thunderstorms before now because he doesn't want you to catch a chill or get sick

Spoiler, you almost always catch a chill

It caused a lot of chaos and arguments with Imperator, but Secondo moved to a bedroom in the Papal quarters that has a balcony for you so that you get to wake up and bask in the sun outdoors first thing in the morning

Knows that if he can't find you in the abbey that he's bound to find you outside, which gives him the comfort of knowing you're safe

His favourite outdoors activity to do with you is in the summer and just lay in the sun with you (you're probably sunbathing whereas he just wants to lay there and be with you, quietly existing together)

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

Thinks it's rather endearing that you take so much joy and enjoyment from simply being outside

Sometimes it's easy to forget that the simpler joys in life are the most wonderful and beautiful and fulfilling

So naturally Terzo is drawn to you because of this

He's such a romantic at heart that he literally tries to predict the weather outside so that your first kiss can be in the rain

He's like a lovesick puppy when he sees the pure joy and contentment on your face at getting to spend time outdoors

Will absolutely make snow angels with you no matter how cold or unbearable it might be

Romantic picnics under the stars or watching the sunset are a must

The two of you have fallen asleep cuddled up together under a tree more than once and woken up to one of the ghouls standing over you

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

Copia got sick really quick as a kid, so he spent a lot of his childhood in the infirmary, watching all the other abbey kids having fun outdoors from the window

So having someone in his life who loves to be outside as much as he does makes him incredibly happy

Has a photo album full of just pictures of the two of you doing various activities outdoors

He's similar to Secondo in that he is comforted by the fact that he knows where to find you because you spend so much time outdoors

Takes you wild blackberry picking in the abbey woods during the summer

He will also take you to pumpkin patches during the autumn as a way to bond and spend quality time together outdoors while also doing seasonal activities

You will probably have to nurse him back to health if he gets sick from getting soaked in the rain with you

This doesn't deter him from spending as much time with you outdoors as possible and he adores that you're such an outdoorsy person

𝐍𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥

Nihil is not an outdoors man

Doesn't understand why you enjoy being outside so much during all manner of weather and temperatures

However he's not going to stop you or try to convince you to spend less time out there. He actually likes that you're different to him in those regards

Won't go out of his way to constantly be outdoors, but he will spend time outside of the abbey with you

Starts getting into cloud watching because of you

Will also go bird watching with you and sets aside one day a week where he will do an outdoorsy activity with you

Calls you his little songbird because you spend so much time outside in nature

You will have to really butter him up to get Nihil to go outdoors with you during the winter and snowy weather

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misslili265 · 2 years

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What about Chrollo and Kurapika with a writter s/o headcanon? Thank you >v<

Aya, hey reader, thank you for the request, oh love these two, I would take any of them!!! Let's write your headcanons, hope you enjoy 💓

CHROLLO AND KURAPIKA HEADCANONS

Chrollo lives for the Phantom Troupe, for him this is the only way to go. But if one were able to break into the heart of the devoted leader, it would be quite a feat.

Chrollo would still be devoted to work, but once you wrapped him in the chains, not of death like Kurapika, but of love, he would be handed over to you. Although before he didn't care much about whether he was going to live or die, it's like Chrollo's personality, your existence causes a desire for protection. In his mind, from now on, he needs to do this job.

You would always be escorted, but only by the more centered of the troupe. And updates of your every step would be required from them.

No, Chrollo wouldn't shove you into a dirty hole where the troupe gathers. You would be oblivious to it. Being with a wanted has disadvantages.

You would have to live with a certain absence of Chrollo sometimes, who wants to not put you in any situation that could be used against him. And if someone discovered your whereabouts and threatened to kill you, Chrollo would without hesitation do the impossible to save you, if there was no way out, he would ask for your life in exchange for his own.

On the other hand, we would need a better word than luxury to describe your situation. Chrollo would bathe you in wealth. You would be extremely spoiled. And when he had the opportunity to be with you, he would be affectionate and seductive, and handsome as he is, it wouldn't take much effort on his part. When together he would cover you with kisses and hugs, smiling in a naughty way knowing about his power how he always get what he wants.

And in case you ever went against his opinion, Chrollo would just smile and use all the manipulative power he possesses to get inside your mind. Until his will was fulfilled.

Chrollo would not be insecure in a relationship. But depending on the level of love he feels, leaving him wouldn't be a good idea.

Chrollo is a leader by nature, and he knows how to direct things to happen according to the plans he has. With you the effort would be channeled, leaving you at the mercy of the head of the Phantom Troupe's tender arms.

Love him, it's not an option. But well…this it's not that hard, isn't?

Revenge is the angelic man's reason for living. Kurapika works hard to do justice. But when crossing your path and falling for your grace, he would have an existential crisis.

Revenge is something that seems to cry out for him. But questions such as. "- Would that bring them back? Is this a sign that I can follow a different destiny? Questions of this nature would torment Kurapika's head. That he would only have moments of quiet by your side of the brave member of the extinct Kuruta clan, with you moments when Kurapika would feel something inside of him filling his being more than an emptiness in his chest.

Simple things that you did on a daily couple basis between the self-imposed missions that Kurapika would perform, would make him just fall more and more. Ice cream, outdoors together, all this would lead him to rethink your safety and his own.

After all, he has thought of something special about your future...

He continues to be careful and eliminate members of the Phantom Troupe without you knowing, because in his opinion, you would try to stop him, which would be true.

But he becomes cautious, as the desire to get back to the one he loves would increase, becoming a necessity.

Kurapika would be wary of displays of affection at first, but if you're the type who loves to show how much you love through caresses, he'll sooner or later discover a side of you he didn't think so exist. He would develop affection and crave your touch. The run of your fingers through his golden hair, the small, long kisses, the light bites on his neck would make him blush and feel overwhelmed in passion and desire. But at some point he would realize that without it he could no longer live.

Yes, he would complete his revenge. But after that, surely a ring would be on your finger. In addition to all the love he's sure he feels, because as we know, Kurapika isn't the type to have doubts about his decisions.

He would also love you with one goal in mind, that of restoring his own clan, when choosing someone, he would be old romantic and faithful for life, and definitely devoted to his family proudly.

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basicallyahedgehog · 2 years

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Whether you are asexual, demisexual, grey-sexual, aromantic, demiromactic, aroace, sex-favourable, sex-repulsed or anything in between, you are valid and you are loved.

Whether you know you are ace, are questioning or are looking to be a good ally, asexuality.org is an amazing resource. You can find out more about asexuality awareness week specifically here.

For me personally, fandom and fic had such a huge influence on my journey to identifying as ace. So I've rounded up a few of my faves:

Let Me Count The Ways by @thebooktopus: Intimacy comes in many forms. Draco wants to explore them all with Harry.

Not Broken by Undercoverwarlock: Draco wanted this. Right? He had daydreamed about it, imagined what it would be like, wanted it. Right?

The Art of (Not) Being Broken by OTPshipper98: Draco reads an article that explains a few things. And so he shares it with Harry.

Glowing by @cavendishbutterfly: Harry's lived alone and vampiric in his cottage for ages, until a long-lived Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up to answer an advertisement Harry had practically forgotten he'd put in the Prophet. Cue soft blood drinking, quiet nights of reading and crocheting, and Harry thinking that maybe--just maybe--he might not be so alone anymore.

Like A Dream I Can Reach (But Not Quite Hold) by Cassiara: Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.

Which Merely That Is by bafflinghaze: In which Harry notices changes in Draco (he’s a late bloomer, apparently), but that’s not nearly as important as the time they spend together.

How To Read A Map by Bumble_Beckie: Harry's never been able to read a map. Then he met Draco. or Harry's still working out his sexuality and then Draco comes along and fucks it all up.

There's A Word For This by Undercoverwarlock: Harry wants to show Draco how much he cares for him, but it's not that easy...AKA the one where Draco doesn't understand, Hermione goes to the library, and Harry realises something about himself.

Lightning Never Strikes Twice by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes: Draco's soul mark finally appeared, but he isn't quite sure what to do since it's tied to the career bachelor, 'Best Lay in the UK,' Harry pain-in-his-arse Potter. Especially when he isn't even interested in sex...

You Make Me Smile by Dazeventura6: Years after the war Harry's quiet, reclusive life is disrupted when Draco Malfoy barges into it. Will it be a disaster or will both men manage to finally find happiness in each other?

What She Said by @demonbanisher: The Marauders secret language is dirty jokes, but nothing has to change now that Remus has realized he's ace. Right?

the space between (what you want and what you need) by disapparater: As a specialist Healer in dark magic, Draco has had his fair share of difficult cases and awkward patients. Still, nothing has prepared him for a curse-paralysed Harry Potter.

Your Embrace Is Enough by bickymonster: Harry has noticed he isn't the only one who doesn't appreciate the family's attempts to get him to date.

If Three's A Crowd, The Crowd Me by SumthinClever: Draco is asexual and fears Blaise will leave him due to his inability to fulfill his needs, and so suggests they open their relationship for Blaise to find partners willing to fulfill him. Draco fears Blaise will fall in love with someone else and still leave him, but neither of them figured it would be Draco that found someone else to love, too.

That's Ace by Leontina: Charlie is asexual. Harry isn't. They still find a way to satisfy both of their needs, however

No Kissing by @asexual-lovegood: Draco doesn't like kissing. Hermione doesn't understand. Harry intervenes.

Capture the Moment (Capture My Heart) by dot_the_writer: Surrounded by photographs with just a cat to keep him company, Draco was left questioning his identity and what a new label would mean for his relationship with Harry.

the trembling of the moment by @blue--dreaming with incredible art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm: “You’re the last person I’d have expected to stumble across on the other side of the world.” In which Draco's quiet single-parent life is not so much interrupted as unexpectedly harmonised.

Midnight Radio by EverythingButColdFire: Sirius is an actor in his late twenties. Enter Remus: the wardrobe supervisor and dresser for his new show. No knowledge of Hedwig and the Angry Inch is required for this to make sense.

Little Deaths and How To Avoid Them (Or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by Nerakrose: Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry. Features: Little League Quidditch, an abundance of bath bombs, happy endings, and gay robots in space.

#asexuality #asexual awareness week 2022 #asexuality spectrum #aroace #aspec #drarry #wolfstar #harry potter x charlie weasley #fic rec

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pack-the-pack · 11 months

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Things that should have tipped me off to the fact I'm aromantic but didn't because I'm dumb idiot who wouldn't see the colour of the sky in a clear cloudless day:

- I received (potted) flowers from someone I was involved with and my first thought was not that it was a cute gesture, but that they were a dick for giving me something to take care of that I would certainly kill by accident.

- Kissing felt gross at worse and like nothing at best, but I just thought everyone felt nothing while kissing and they just did it to reaffirm each other's feelings.

- When the person that gave me the flowers asked me whether or not they should ask me to be their girlfriend I said "you're the one who has to know that. I don't mind either way".... I. don't. mind. either. way.... God.

- When I was younger I saw in all the american shows and movies that girls would put pictures and posters of celebrities they liked on their walls and corkboards. So I was like "okay this celebrity is attractive in a way most people can agree... To the corkboard you go", and then I just completely forgot abt it. Idk I thought everyone did it just... Because?

- Looking back at all my "crushes" I had growing up... They were not crushes... At all... I just either found them pretty or wanted to be like very close to them because they were my best friend at the time...

- When I imagined a future for myself when I was younger it never contained a romantic partner. Even when I explicitly would be getting married in these grade school daydreams. I even pictured having pet giraffes or wolves better than a partner in these....

- And in high school the fantasies upgraded to me living with my best friend and each of us having our own children... No partner in sight for either of us... I--

- One time in 9th grade my friend asked me what my perfect boyfriend would look like. I described a character from a game I played at the time... "White hair, monochromatic eyes and dressed in victorian clothing" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

- The most exciting part about dates to me were the dressing up part and the place we'd be going to... Not who I was going with...

- I did not understand why people played sports to "impress the girls/boys in our class". I was like "Pfff what an idiot, we're all here because we want to win, right guys?.... Guys?".

- I write poems and people usually were like "so romantic, have you written anything abt someone you love yet" and I was like "... Why would I do that?".

- I've had dates before, boyfriends and girlfriends. But none of their companies for a whole day ever felt as fulfilling and enjoyable as an afternoon with my friends. And I should have noticed this before because I am still friends with some of these past partners and the way I just enjoy their companies infinitely more now without a romantic element in play should have been a dead giveaway!

This is all I can think of for now. Feel free to add on to your own experiences of you being blissfully oblivious of your own aromanticism your whole life. Thank you all, and God bless us oblivious idiots.

#aromantism #aromantic #aro #aroace #asexual #things I found in the past 4 days after analysing my past #ace #lgbtq #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #lgbtq+

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doodle-pops · 10 months

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Erestor's Ideal Date

Request: Would you be able to do what Erestor's ideal date would be? Thank you 😘 - Anon

A/N: I absolutely can! Glad to fulfil this request for you. Enjoy!

𑁍 As someone who doesn’t appreciate rowdy places and prefers to be left alone in the confinements of tranquil locations, places like the library, a meadow or the hilltop would be excellent locations for a quiet date.

𑁍 There are days when your dates will be held indoors, either locked away in the furthest corner of the library beside a window and lounging on the sofa. A few books surrounding you both while you listen to him cast his spell and enchant you as he reads.

𑁍 His little peaceful haven, away from the noisy world but still within the confinements of his comfort zone. Though, you would sometimes beg him to escape the library and breath some fresh air.

𑁍 So long as no one is nearby or making it their business to obstruct your private time, Erestor is quite comfortable being outdoors and one with nature. A little picnic is the perfect way to display a serene date with him.

𑁍 Have some fruits, finger foods and snacks along with a favourite book or two of his and simply enjoy the peace and quiet among each other. Not to worry, he knows that it’s a date you prepared, hence, he will make the effort to engage in hearty communication.

𑁍 It will start off with small talks about his day and how his work for Lord Elrond had progressed or any new projects he had upcoming. Perhaps his annoyance with people he’s encountered during the week or month gone by.

𑁍 Having a date with Erestor is also a moment when he’s at his most relaxed state to rant and express all the overwhelming emotions he might have kept bubbled up. Consider yourself as his therapist, but not one who solves his problems, the one that lends their ear and shoulder.

𑁍 At the same time, he doesn’t want the entire date to be filled with him complaining about people, especially after all the time and effort you placed into arranging a day for you and him to get away from the hectic life.

𑁍 Erestor would prefer if all your dates were scheduled in the evening period, coming closer to nightfall so he can observe the stars alongside you—yes, he can be romantic. Either of you will be pressed against each other, whether lying on the blanket or against a tree, observing the constellations.

𑁍 He’ll engage in a small lecture, giving you a short insight into the creation of the stars and their meanings if you hadn’t known. Should you know the history of the stars, then it’s mostly him admiring them.

𑁍 A few poems might get created on the spot and some comparisons between you and the creations would get blurted out. You can choose at this moment to thank him with a kiss or a flower crown you were busy making earlier, or both. Either way, Erestor would blush and respond with gratitude.

𑁍 Sometimes, your evenings would be spent with him reading a tale or creating new stories off the top of his head. He might not be eagerly into singing as the others, but you can both engage in a soft tune. Most likely, he would recite a poem and you would set the ambience with your instruments.

𑁍 Should you be lucky, a small dance coming closer to the end could possibly occur so long as Erestor is in the mood to get off his feet and twirl about the grass. He might huff or grumble a bit, but of course, he will bend to your wishes.

𑁍 This day was planned for you both to relax and bask in the pleasures of tranquillity, one little dance would not hurt or ruin his day. In fact, it would add an extra spark of brightness to end his date. Something he would write into a poem or book.

𑁍 Throughout the day, you would hear his tone of voice lightening as the weight of stress vanishes. Not entirely chirpy, but with a smile on the corners of his mouth and some light in his eyes.

𑁍 You can expect a kiss as the date comes to an end, his silent way of expressing his gratitude.

Masterlist

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seneitut · 1 year

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“Love”

PT (1) PT (2)

[Yoru/Reader] [Omen/Reader]

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, obsession of sorts, suggestive sexual encounters, yandere-ish(?)

How do they show their love? [Is it the epitome of extreme, or just dumb fools?]

Yoru: Act.

For him, words mean nothing if the actions don't back them up immediately; whether be in friendships or his intimate life—to which he shouldn't worry at all since he has none—, he won't heed to promises nor apologies if those are not fulfilled accordingly.

This fact never changed, strengthening with time and polishing it through everything surrounding him despite clashing wildly with the rest. Deaf to complaints and blind to dirty stares, he continues to strive forward in life ignoring them; because if not even the first light made him change his mind, neither will the people who came after the disaster.

Even when he found himself falling in love, Yoru's morals and beliefs never warped nor misguided.

Odd, in everyone's eyes. Meant to be yours, in his.

The loner wolf got someone to like him and tame his wild heart by simple actions, little by little, until Yoru stopped being the radiant with powerful abilities, to introduce himself to you as Ryo; a normal japanese man who enjoys the smells of coffee and reminisce the old times with a heavy heart.

You were completely fooled by his web of lies to keep you away from the mess his life is, to keep you on your toes whenever he desired to share bits of his past and made you feel like the only person special in his world; which is true, despite the many wrongs he's done, you are truly what he could consider his special someone and his treasure.

As the ways you managed to have him wrapped around your finger, Yoru didn't even know he was capable of trusting something so important and delicate as his heart to a stranger of sorts, blinding following what his emotions dictate and what your sweet words enchant him to do.

He was in love, completely and utterly head over heels for you it was almost ridiculous. Yoru would eat every word you’d have to say, watch your fingers work around your station, making his favorite beverage for the day while glancing his way every now and then. He would stay some days, where work was not important and you seemed thrilled to have him around, lounging in the coffee shop and watching you work with a gentle smile gracing his features.

For when the night falls, he would kiss every inch of your body that you allow him to reach and worship you as if you were a god, his god; preaching, marking and claiming you as his.

Every touch, every bite mark, everytime you gasp for air when he drowns himself into your body, taking and taking in tandem what you offer in a silver plate; he cannot get enough, going for it one at a time until he has you shattering with pleasure and he chases after you to join you, that’s how ridiculous this whole thing is.

Phoenix and Jett are the few who were witness to his affections towards another and made it out alive after being found out spying on the japanese man.

To say you saved them from the wrath of Yoru's anger despite the other having all the reasons to explode on them would be an understatement; they are more than thankful, if not curious about your history with the riftwalker and what it meant to have a partner outside his profession.

It was dangerous, in truth, to have his personal life disclosed this easily to everyone who was his comrade in battle; nothing good would come out of it and his lies would be found out if you were to interact further with them.

But at the end, he realized it could favor him immensely if the others knew, except for you.

Yoru is not someone who can trust others easily, as previously stated. Quite the opposite, through his tough persona, he evades people all the time to avoid being seen or cornered to socialize; insulting and pushing away whoever wants to approach him even from a friendly stance.

But when you entered his life, he knew he wouldn't be able to protect you alone, hence the lies, so he decided the best course of action would be roping up a few other members to ensure your safety, as dangerous as it might sound.

Cypher would be sure to erase every trace of your existence or interactions with the riftwalker after every meeting, all at the high cost of a price he won't disclose by contract with the Moroccan man. He is not proud of what he owes Cypher now, but to know you're well secured and protected, he would do it again and again.

He contacted Killjoy to hack into the system to find any correlation of your social circle to whoever worked or is currently working for Kingdom. Once the list was delivered into his hands, Yoru would make sure everyone on the list would be erased from existence, not a single soul would be able to escape him.

By what methods? That's for him to take to the grave, no witnesses.

You are his world, you are his everything, and he will make sure you are safe and sound or else hell will rise.

Omen: Words.

The concentration poured into keeping himself together could be arguably the best quality he could offer.

Not everyone can pride themselves about the determination of keeping oneself alive for longer than nature intended; since his due time was past the date and he’s now going against every little law of the universe, he wonders if this was some sort of punishment.

He’s never asked to be revived into…a monster, despite having many people arguing that whatever he is now, is better than being dead.

A foolish thought.

Omen can definitely be naming the many reasons as to why it is not a miracle, but a penitence for his past mistakes when he was alive. Atoning for his sins in the form of smokes and dirty armor, from broken flesh and ignited bones, it pains him deeply being alive and despises whoever treats his hurt as if it were nothing.

Being reborn as a new being shifts something on his brain, unintentionally, whereas anyone who looks his way will treat him the way he looks: like a monster.

Is inevitable, really, a course of action not even he has the power to stop nor change. He goes along with whatever happens in his surroundings now, letting the flow of energies guide him to where he currently is at and accustomed to his comrades attitudes.

He is more than aware of their dirty looks and general avoidance whenever he is in the vicinity, oblivious of his capability of sensing emotions through wavelengths or the fact that he is witness to their change in demeanour— they know how to keep it professional enough so disturbances don't take place.

That is how his days go by, used to it, used to being an unsightly view and detriment to the morale of his comrades with his unsettling voice and mannerism. His turmoil means nothing if the rest is content with not having him around; so he absconds, hides himself most of the time and pretends he isn't alive for their sake.

There is nothing new in his everyday life.

Or so he thinks, before his curse tides the wave in his favor.

Imagine his surprise the first time someone didn't react negatively with his presence.

It threw him off, confusion overtaking him and assuming he just read the cues wrong. It surprised him more when you didn't react at all until he spoke out loud, scaring the living shit out of you.

When you looked at him, or more specifically, where you thought he was, Omen supposed this would go different.

Not being a sociable person, Omen finds it odd on him to have been convinced to come to Harajuku for materials he needed. Some of his knitting kits have gone missing, and trying to go by undetected and to not bother his comrades, he never spoke about the issue.

Yoru made some reassurance, in his own way, that no one would mind the way he looks since everyone there was already a freak. Omen didn't refute his saying, since his words had truth in there, despite feeling offended.

“They won't even notice you at night,” he commented.

No fear, no screams, not even a glance nor terrified expression painting your features besides being startled; that's how your first meeting went: only a smile and the pleasure to assist him.

Kind and lovely, adjectives Omen would never think of being used in his vocabulary, but for this occasion, it was necessary, a must to describe you. Amusing, too, whenever he would ask you questions about certain things, voice deep and reverberating it sent shivers down your spine, it made you nervous.

One more worker, just like him, but missing a certain ability most had.

You were blind.

For better or worse, it doesn't change your way of treating him like a human being; despite him losing his humanity over and over again on the battlefield, taking life after another, you treat him with a kindness and warmness that he has forgotten long ago.

You are quick to erase the awful thoughts running through his brain with little chats and adorable clumsiness, chasing after him at the shop to keep talking. It was flattering that someone was taking an interest in him this deeply, and inevitably, he finds himself chasing after you too.

Omen believes this is how liking someone feels, contrary to his initial thoughts on socializing, he finds it fulfilling and easy to navigate on with you with this newfound feeling.

His one time visit becomes a recurrent, always looking for you and ignoring everyone else in your surroundings to goad you into full attention and pretty smiles. Even when people visit the shop, even when people comment on his overall look with disgusted faces, one word from you eases his tension and doubts.

You are a sweetheart to a fault, letting everyone walk on you because of your calm demeanor and shy complex under stressful situations. He would watch people talk behind your back within your presence, ignoring completely the crestfallen expression on your face or the gathering tears in your eyes when you think he’s not there or no one notices.

They belittle you, doubt your work and decision making because of your lack of vision.

They doubt him too, for his appearance, he doesn’t know for sure. But their words begin to target him as well, stronger than before, with the full intention of seeing him fall and break under the pressure of the masses and therefore, you would fall too.

Omen decides he wants them gone.

Aim is another quality of his, you know?

A little secret whispered in your ear one night. With a promise to return and barrel of the gun cold, he goes off into the dark and blends in within the shadows surrounding the city to fulfill his wishes.

Whatever he does outside the sliding doors of the little shop should be none of your concern, but his alone. If you hear crying, muffled sounds at the end of the street, or just the minimum rustle at the entrance, he’s warned you to not chase after it.

Being covered in dry blood is not a pretty sight, and he wonders then, watching the life fading from another monster who dared disrespect you, if you would accept it for who he really is.

So when he reaches the threshold in the shop, startling you and freezing on the spot, he asks you if you would ever consider loving someone who doesn't belong in this world anymore.

When you kiss for the first time, Omen doesn't think, he can't, too overwhelmed to process what's going on.

Is odd, but somehow, warming. Your face is warm with how embarrassed and nervous you feel, lips reaching into thin air, but at the same time, colliding against a surface you believe could be his mouth.

Your hands hold his head in place through the fabric of his hood, and he can feel your thumbs rubbing softly against what could be considered his cheeks in a soothing motion when you press further and then back away, smiling softly at him.

There are no words to say, it's unnecessary at this moment when the question has been answered.

Omen caresses your face with his claws, and he feels you shiver and sigh, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

Leaning in, he decides to take what he wants from you, and you gladly let him have his way with you, whispering his name the moment his hands disappear under your clothes and air embraces your whole body.

Inside the closed shop, no one is witness of the way Omen loves you that night, with his whole being and emotions only he dreamed of being real and is now a reality.

#valorant fanfiction #yoru x reader #omen x reader #yandere yoru #yandere omen #seneitut writes #im writing down for gekko and cypher next fjgndfjgdf #still trying to finish the reqs y_y

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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the entitlement of some of your requesters being like 🤨☝🏼 but how will we KNOW if our stories are being written vs if they were deleted vs if they’re rejected but I didn’t see bc I took one glance at your blog and didn’t see it written yet! Or to call you rude every single time someone just spams you with asks with no regard for your personal boundaries.

guys she does this for free, IF your request is nice enough to inspire Mei’s beautiful mind then you will be granted a lil fic. She does not owe you anything. I want you all to hear that. She chooses to be nice and fulfil most of her requests, but you do not get to be a giant whiny baby when you’re unsure where your request is. Have patience, or write it your damn self if you need it so bad, just please stop treating her like a machine.

Again, mei is not paid. It is not her job to fulfil your requests, nor is it your right to have them filled. That is a privilege and I wish more of you could be grateful if/when you do get them filled. play nice, please.

grabbing your face aggressively in my hands and tongue kissing you

i have it in my request rules that requesting something twice is something i really don't enjoy from people, it honestly makes me want to write the fic less 😭 but it sometimes feels like kind of a loophole when people ask whether i remember getting their specific request or not !! i don't really like that either, 'cause chances are if you read my guidelines and i haven't answered your ask saying no, then it's just waiting to be written, because there are a lot of requests waiting to be written. i just ask for patience if you request from me because rome's right and i'm not a machine that can whip up a fic five minutes after i get the request, i put my time and care into what i write and i'm very lucky to have all of you giving me scrumptious ideas but there's only so much i can do in one day so please be patient with me! i understand your eagerness to see your prompt written, and i'm flattered that you're so excited to see what I can do with your idea, but writing takes time. it might take two days, it might take a week, it might take a month, hell sometimes i drudge up requests from last year to work with once they finally strike my inspiration. i understand that not everyone has that patience, and chances are your request will be written sooner than later, but please don't be upset with me if it's not hot off the press 12 hours after you sent it to me. i'm a human being who's enrolled in college and i have chores and other hobbies and daily-life things to do, so i write what I can and if I can write something for you, i hope you enjoy it. as devoted as i am to this blog and all of you that are here with me, this is my hobby, not my job, and I do this for fun in my free time, so please help me keep it fun. thank you <3

#mei's mail #rome you're my lover #can we kiss #sloppy style

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misscarnivalofcarnage · 1 year

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SFW Alphabet: Jerome Valeska

,,I‘m more than a man. I‘m an idea, a philosophy. And I will live on in the shadows, within Gotham‘s discontent“

This is so corny o my god

A= Affection

How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Okay so of all the metaphorical rock stars you could meet in Gotham, Jerome's da choice if you're looking for someone to give you a lot of affection

One way he uses to show you his affection is physical contact. He loves to kiss and hug his S/O. Especially in public, he likes to wrap his arms very tightly around your waist to spread kissies all over your face

Moreover this man wastes no opportunity to tell you & others how great you are. He is thrilled with you, worshippes the ground you walk on and has zero shame in admitting it

If you like to be given gifts, he would also fulfill those wishes, even if he can't really relate to that, in view of the fact that he simply prefers physical closeness over material things

B= Best Friend

What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

Your friendship started either in Arkham or in the circus:

• You came to his attention in Arkham. Either he's heard a lot about you and you're entertaining enough to keep around , or you've been otherwise interesting and made him curious

• You approached him in the circus. Maybe you saw that he was beaten up by his mother and felt sorry for him, so you decided to take him under your wing

No matter what option it has been, you're now part of Jerome‘s plans and you better take part in them because bores are not appreciated. Be prepared to be dragged into dangerous shit and watch your buddy slap his ass in goofy suits before swinging it on a cannon to kill an orphan

C= Cuddles

Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Aw hell yes. Since his Love-Language is physical contact, he likes nothing better than to lie in the, in his eyes, godlike arms of his S/O. It gives him a feeling of warmth and love, feelings he has been missing all his life. He feels a sense of security to be so close to you

Jerome’s probably the type of guy that likes to lay on his S/O to rest his head on their chest.

Preferably, they crawl through his red hair, too

But, however, he wouldn't mind turning it around so that you can lay their head on his chest

Apart from that, he likes to grab you by the waist to pull you onto his lap. Now you‘re sitting on his lap, which is btw obligatory

D= Domestic

Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

No, that probably wouldn't be possible, at least not in Gotham. Thanks to his insanely long criminal record, you'd never be able to stay in the same place for long and would have to move frequently. Besides, he's not used to living in one place for more than a few weeks, since he grew up in a circus

Yet in the places where you would live, living together would be surprisingly pleasant. At least as far as the household is concerned

(As I’m not sure whether you would find the dragging of hostages and corpses very funny)

His mother was away time and time again for nights on end, which made him have to take care of himself once in a while for years. As well this kid was condemned to take care of the dishes while his begetter was banged by a clown next door or to take care of giant elephant crap in the very very freezing winter

So he is used to cooking and cleaning

However, my incredibly professional advice would be, to not leave him unattended in a kitchen. Relying on him to clean up messes is also something to avoid

Nevertheless cooking together so that someone has an eye on which buttons he pushes, on the other hand, is something that might even be fun

E= Ending

If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do that?

Depending on his reasoning, he‘ll act

If you've become boring, he'll distance himself from you further until you hear nothing more from him personally. Or he simply makes off straight away

As a substitute he decides to make sure you’re fun again by making a pig of you in front of his cult

But if you betrayed him, he'd probably give you a clean shot in the head. On the one hand as a short-circuit reaction, on the other because you were important to him. Alternatively he would be so merciful and forgive you after abundant psychological punishments

F= Fiance(e)

How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Since he‘s head over heels about you, he sees nearly ridiculous many advantages in a wedding and would have no doubts about it

You‘d share a last name (preferably his), you would wear his, stolen from a jeweler, ring and you'd be officially his. What more could he possibly want?

(Needless to say that he couldn’t be more indifferent to the legal benefits)

If it were up to him, you could marry him almost right away. He believes that what you have is special and that it will last forever, so why not seal this thing?

G= Gentle

How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Physically, he'd be quite cautious at first, but would squeeze tighter and tighter over time when he hugs you. Seeing as when he wants physical contact, he wants it as tight as possible. Very tight. The kind of tight where you struggle with breathing

Emotionally, you're safe with him when you feel like a piece of trash. He'll want to cheer you up, offer himself for a hug, after all he knows how it feels to be alone

He wouldn't even hesitate if something bigger was needed, such as huge fireworks or another terrorist act

Jerome tries his best to be emotionally gentle. After being abused all his life, he’s used to suppressing his feelings, only to explode at some point, which he tries to avoid with you

But in any case, it‘s certain that he would never raise his hand against you

H= Hugs

Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

Oh definitely. Physical contact is very important to him and he won‘t let it be taken away

As I mentioned in the column above, he loves tight hugs. As soon as he has the chance, he’ll wrap his arms around you and hug you TIGHTLY from behind. Or very TIGHTLY from the front. Or he'll pick you up TIGHTLY and start spinning around

He also insists that he is the one to break up the hug, which he sometimes really takes his time to do

I= I love you

How fast do they say the L-Word?

He says what he thinks, and that includes when it comes to tell you how he feels

Once he is aware of his feelings, he wouldn‘t hesitate to tell you that he loves you. On the contrary, he would like nothing better

My man would also have no problem telling not only you, but all of Gotham about it. I mean he wouldn't brand "I LOVE YOU, YN!!!!" into Gotham's skyscrapers, that's too corny for him, but there‘s no universe where he would deny it

J= Jealousy

How jealous do they get? What do they do when they‘re jealous?

Once you've entered his sight picture and he has decided that he wants you, he sees you as his

And it's really not hard to tell that he's not going to share you with anyone

His jealousy can take on enormous proportions, to the point that he'll do anything to keep you all for himself

Not like his brother, he wouldn’t plan ahead to get his competition out of the way. He would solve the dilemma like a reasonable, grown ass man

Very publicly and very dramatically

His target will be stalked, humiliated and killed in a hella twisted way

No matter how he ends up doing it, on TV, at an interrupted live concert, or a captured circus, he‘ll make damn sure you see it

K= Kisses

What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

He kisses his S/O everywhere. Cheek, temples, hairline, neck, shoulders and, of course, lips

A French kiss with him will probably take some getting used to, as he probably drools an incredible amount

He loves to be kissed on the hairline and on the cheek (especially after having his face cut off). Apart from that, he also loves to be kissed on the lips

And of course on his di-

L= Little ones

How are they around children?

Thanks to his childish nature, he is good with kids. He would love to play with them, watch cartoons and make jokes

Children would love him, too, until his first death. The sewn-on face would prob freak them out

I wouldn't say that he would be a good father, because I consider the methods of education that he would use to be more than questionable and would show dangerous, violent psychopaths as results, but who am I to judge

M= Morning

How are mornings spent with them?

Jerome's a ball of pure energy, thus he doesn't need much sleep, which is why he wakes up early. He def won’t wait for you to wake up by yourself, since he'll be bored soon afterwards. Instead, he’ll kiss you awake, hit you with a pillow or jerk you until you finally open your pretty eyes

When he's done with that and you're awake, he’ll either hold you against his chest or kiss you (either very gently, or very intimately to get you to sleep with him)

I'd say that he's the type of person who doesn't eat in the morning before getting ready, so preparing a huge breakfast wouldn‘t make sense

N= Night

How are nights spent with them?

Surprisingly relaxing when he's not busy turning Gotham into a giant madhouse

Before you go to sleep, which you never do without each other btw, you two watch his name constantly popping up on the TV news or play some video games. But when it's time to go to sleep, you listen to him talk about his plans for what feels like hours while you drift off in his arms

O= Open

When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things slowly?

Obviously, he has no trouble admitting in front of a bunch of people that he was abused by his mother and dragged around the country with a circus (which he apparently thought was pretty ass), so it won't be any different for you

However, there‘ll be things that he wouldn’t tell you. Like his brother, for example. It'll take some time for him to reveal that, if at all

But other than that, there's probably invariably little he wouldn't tell you. In any case, he is anything but a private person

P= Patience

How easily angered are they?

As I said before, he bottles up his anger to the point where he explodes. That can have many causes:

Did you upset him? Has he been confronted with his childhood? Is someone using you to get to him?

Then, when it comes to his explosion, they can get pretty violent. Even if he didn't hurt physically you, it'd become extremely uncomfortable, even for you

In the meantime, he's no longer so prone to getting extremely angry. He either laughs his penis off or destroys whatever is a thorn in his side, before he‘s really starting to worry

Q=Quizzes

How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

He remembers everything

Everything

No matter what you’ve said or done, he'll remember it. Unfortunately, this also applies to the embarrassing stuff that you did in his presence. He won‘t forget em either

More likely he‘ll remind you every time it comes into his head

R= Remember

What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

Besides the moments when you guys made a mad mess, he also likes to remember simpler, formative moments in your relationship

Since the rest of this post is already so hella corny, it doesn't make a difference now anyway, fuck it, so let’s just say he likes to remember your first kiss, your first meeting and the day he asked you out

If I'm honest, he also likes his memories where you were intimate. If I'm being even more honest, he thinks about them all the time

S= Security

How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

I don't think he expects you to protect him. But he‘d kinda enjoy it

If you put yourself in enormous danger, he would melt, but wouldn't find it very funny. If you were to help him out with a small argument, things would be different. THAT would be funny

Jerome doesn't take you out to protect him, but it's obviously vice versa with you. He suffers from jealousy, but doesn't feel like he has to isolate you to protect. His presence is enough to keep creeps off your back. I mean, He is Jerome Valeska, he has a name in Gotham. But if that's not enough, he doesn’t mind taking care of the problem another way

T= Try

How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

Whatever you like and also suits his taste will be done. He spares no effort, no breaking of the law, and no dead ppl

He has a thousand ideas, which makes the difficulty of making a decision his only problem

While he would appreciate suggestions, he prefers the ideas to come only from his head. He wants to take care of special occasions, and will make sure it's a blast

U= Ugly

What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Shittily, he has little understanding if you're not keen on being in the spotlight

I mean he’s a showman, obviously!

Even if he naturally wants to be the star of his show, there's certainly some room for you too, so once he makes it back on stage, he'll make sure you're by his side. On stage, in front of all his followers cheering and applauding for the two of you

Apart from that, living with him will be more than nerve-wracking. Chaos, he constantly seeks your attention and behaves like a violent child

V= Vanity

How concerned are they with their looks?

I must admit that I don't quite agree with the headcanon that all his self-confidence is fake, since many sociopaths are eventually confident to a whole different degree

He's aware that he’s a fucking smoke show.

Doesn't mean that the thing with his face didn't bother him even a little. After a while he came to terms with the fact that he had to staple his face on for a while so he wouldn't lose it, but by now he's cool with it

W= Whole

Would they feel incomplete without you?

You're probably the most important part of his life. Without the first and only person who really loved him for who he is, took care of him and made him feel safe & understood, he'd know he was missing somethin

He’d no longer have anyone to talk to, who would let him get close and with whom he could enjoy a nice life together

Especially because he knows he wouldn't find a replacement anywhere that could fill the void you leave behind

So yea, he would

X= Extra

A random headcanon for them

He was one of those kids who wasn't allowed to drink Coke or other drinks that contained too much sugar

Caffeinated substances and too many sweets made him hyperactive, and if he had friends for a sleepover, he would have gone off like Missy in Big Mouth, would he have consumed one of these

Y= Yuck

What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner

Uhhhhhh

Aside from a boring one, there would be another S/O who is too obsessed with him. Don't get me wrong: he loves it when you show him off and are head over heels with him, however he doesn't want to be controlled and manipulated

Needless to say that he does not want to be spanked by his partner. Neither just like that (okay well who would want that) nor if it’s something sexual

Z= ZZZ

What is a sleep habit of theirs?

He sleeps restlessly and moves incredibly much. He also laughs and talks in his sleep

I can't decide if he's a light sleeper so one wrong move is enough to wake him up, or if he's such a deep sleeper you could hit him with a golf club until he doesn't wake up at all lol

#Gotham #gotham headcanons #jerome valeska #dc #sfw #swf alphabet

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The Dread One (Solas as an eldritch being)

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Solas.

His is a plain, unassuming appearance, but it's firmly burned into your mind nonetheless.

He knows things. Ancient lore glimpsed from the Fade, but also other things that don't make sense. He tells a story about watching a young mage stand up to a demon, and you realize midway that this is a word-to-word retelling of your Harrowing. But it can't be, right? You were there. It was just you and that demon. He couldn't have seen that.

Right?

Conversations with him are fascinating, but they tend to... spiral. You come to compare notes about Fade rifts and end up staying for hours, listening as he speaks deeply and passionately about topics you'll only hazily remember - or, sometimes, you'll come to and realize that you are the one speaking passionately, telling him about your past or your hopes for the future, with no idea how you got to that topic in the first place.

He seems to enjoy your conversations. He's happy when you come by - eager, almost, but you have a feeling that it's not your company that he enjoys. He seems to be searching for something when you speak; sometimes you catch glimpses of something like hope in his expression, followed, inevitably, by disappointment.

He's in your dreams sometimes. Watching. Searching, there, too?

You see his eyes where they shouldn't be. You see him in places where he doesn't belong. For the longest time, you try to convince yourself that it's nothing, that all of these signs are just a trick of your own mind, but one day you slip.

In your dream, you meet his eyes instead of avoiding them, and now he knows that you know.

You know that he's studying you.

You gather the courage to speak with Cassandra. You tell her what's been happening. She frowns, taken aback. She's concerned. She says that this must be looked into.

You wake up. That conversation never happened.

You approach Bull as he's training in the courtyard. You tell him about your dreams. You can see how it makes him physically uncomfortable, and he agrees without hesitation that you need to get rid of Solas.

You wake up. That conversation never happened.

You ask Dorian in the library whether he's ever heard of anything like this. You're not sure why you bother anymore. You've tried so many times, now.

But this time, his eyes light up. He leads you to a corner of the library, already rambling off theories, pulls a book off the shelves and begins feverishly leafing through it. He knows something. He's seen something like this before. Your chest fills with hope.

You wake up. That conversation never happened.

You don't try again, after that one. You're not sure how he knows that you're about to approach someone, but he catches you every time. You don't visit him in the rotunda anymore. You don't take him on missions. It doesn't help. It feels like he's right behind your shoulder at all times.

He's gone from your dreams now, too, but that only makes things worse. You haven't woken up from what you didn't realize was a dream in a while now, but what does that mean? Is what's happening now even real? Was your last mission real? Was your first kiss real? Are you going to wake up again, any minute now?

You decide that your only way out is to finish your task. Kill Corypheus, fulfill the Inquisition's purpose. Then, there will be no reason for Solas to be interested in you anymore. You will have your life back.

So you do just that, no matter how much blood, fear and difficult decisions you have to get through. You push your own pain aside. You win. The war is over.

During the celebration, someone informs you that Solas has disappeared from Skyhold. You breathe in relief.

But he comes back.

Two years later, you've gone through a mirror to a place you don't understand, and he's there, waiting for you. The fear is so overwhelming that for a moment you stop feeling the pain in your arm.

"I suspect you have questions," he says.

No. No, you don't. You don't want to ask him questions, you want to run, but the pain from the Anchor kicks back in, rendering you helpless on the ground. You have no choice but to talk.

All you can ask is, why?

And he tells you. He tells you exactly what he is. He tells you how lonely was his thousands-of-years slumber, how much he yearned for a connection, even with a lesser being such as yourself. How he wished to be understood; how he looked through every aspect of your being to find the best way to connect with you.

Unfortunately, he says, it did not work. Your limited mind would never be able to truly comprehend him. But the Anchor gave you a glimpse, a deeper one than most mortals can see.

However, he would like to have it back now. It's for your own good. He promises.

When he tears your arm off, you weep, not with pain, but with the relief of finally knowing the truth, knowing that what you experienced truly happened. Of finally knowing your enemy.

And then you wake up.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #inquisitor trevelyan #(kind of)#herearedragons writing #testing out that dragon age cosmic horror vibe I mentioned #tw: psychological horror #tw: abusive relationship #because being studied by an eldritch being that manipulates your life is probably not a great friendship dynamic #dragon age au #second person pov #tw: injury

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baronessblixen · 2 years

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Prompt : M&S go to the restaurant in the summer and Scully is wearing Gillian’s flower dress from her recent IG post ? 🥺

Set in late season 6. Sweet fluff today. You can find a pic of the dress on Gillian's IG!

Fictober Day 8 | tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1673

Blind Date

“A blind date? Mom, I really don't know." Scully chews on her lip, curling a finger around the phone cord.

“Do it for me, please?” Her mom asks. “I want you to be happy, Dana.”

“I am happy,” she says too quickly. It’s not a lie; she isn’t unhappy with her life. Her job fulfills her, she has a home she loves, her family, and a Mulder. Her life may not look like she imagined it when she was younger, but getting married was never a priority for her. Of course, she thought she’d have someone special in her life at her age. Kids maybe, too. Or at least a pet.

“Yes, I know, honey. But it’s just one date. He’s perfect for you.”

“You said that before,” Scully says, remembering a date not too long ago that almost bored her to tears. Halfway through Mulder had called her with a case and she’d never been so glad that someone had been murdered.

“This time it’s different. If it doesn’t work out, I will leave you alone.”

“You promise?”

“Dana, trust me. He’s tall, he’s got brown hair and a charming smile.”

“That could be anyone.”

“He’s a sweetheart and a kind soul. You’re going to love him,” her mother says with a dreamy sigh. “So can I let him know you’ll meet him next Friday?”

“I just don't know."

“One date. Do it for my sake, Dana. I’m not getting any younger.”

“You’re not old, mom.”

“But I am getting older. So?” She won’t give up. Scully takes a deep sigh. Today is Sunday so between now and Friday she might find a reason to call this whole thing off. There’s no harm in saying yes now if it means making her mother happy.

“Fine,” she says and hears her mother cheer on the other end of the line.

“You won’t regret this.”

She’s not so sure about that.

Scully doesn’t believe in conspiracies, but if she did, she’d believe that the universe was against her this week. On Tuesday she and Mulder flew all the way to Tulsa to investigate people behaving strangely. By Thursday afternoon, it was clear that there was no supernatural power at hand. A young sous-chef had merely laced pastries with drugs. That meant they were going home and she had no reason to call off tomorrow’s date with the mystery man.

A tall, dark-haired sweetheart – that is all Scully knows about her date. Her mother said he was around her age and a doctor who works too much. Resting her head against the plane’s window, she considers it. What if her mother is right and this guy really is a good match for her?

She steals a glance at Mulder, who’s flipping through a comic book someone left on his seat. From time to time, he chuckles, his lips curled upwards in a soft smile.

For the longest time, Scully thought that she and Mulder might find a way to turn their friendship into more. First, there was the almost kiss, then there was him telling her he loved her, and the baseball session a few weeks ago. All the moments in between, too. They have years of them under their belt. Yet, every time they move towards more, there’s something that gets in between them. Whether it’s bees, ex-girlfriends or simply work. Now she’s going on a date and if her mother is to be believed, she will meet someone who will fit in her life and enhance it. Someone who is not Mulder.

“You okay?” Mulder asks her and she realizes she’s been staring at him the whole time. “Do you want me to read you some of this? It’s funny.”

“Yes, please,” she says, and true to his word, Mulder starts reading to her from the comic book, making funny noises and chuckling in between. With a smile on her face, Scully listens.

There’s no new case, no pressing report or important meeting that might keep her from her date today. As much as Scully wishes there were. Mulder leaves early, which is unusual for him, and eventually, there’s nothing she can do but go home, too. To get ready for her date.

While they were in Tulsa, her mother let herself into her apartment, leaving a dress and a message for her:

‘I told Dave you’d wear this dress so he’ll recognize you. Have fun, honey.’

Scully takes the dress out of the wrapping and sighs. It’s a beautiful dress, perfect for a first date on a warm summer night.

She showers and puts it on, the soft cotton hugging her figure perfectly. She looks at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman she sees reflected. The flowers on the dress are understated, not too flashy. It’s exactly the kind of dress she would have picked herself. She makes a mental note to thank her mother tomorrow, knowing that she will want to know how the date went.

She enters the cute and cozy Italian restaurant close to her apartment where the date is to take place. Scully wills herself to remain calm, running her sweaty hands over her dress.

“May I help you?” A waiter greets her with a welcoming smile.

“I’m here for a date,” she admits, heat shooting into her cheeks.

“Ah yes. Ms. Scully, I presume?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Follow me. Your date is already here.”

If the waiter says more, Scully doesn’t hear it. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and then, when she sees her date, his expression as surprised as what she’s sure her own face displays, it might just stop for a moment.

“Mulder?” She asks, her voice shrill. “This is my date? Are you sure?”

“Um, yes. This is- I can check, but… I don’t think we made a mistake, ma’am.”

“Don’t worry,” Mulder says to the waiter. “I just have that effect on women.” The waiter quickly runs off and Scully sits down opposite Mulder.

"You look beautiful, Scully," he says, his voice full of awe, but she can't believe this is happening. How can Mulder be her date?

“Did you know?” She asks him, reaching for his glass and taking a huge gulp, needing the ice cold water. He shakes his head, but he’s grinning.

“I had no idea, but I probably should have. Scully, your mother is a mastermind.”

“She lured you here.”

“She did. She said she had something important to discuss with me concerning your birthday and that it had to be in person.”

“Mulder my birthday is in February.”

“That should have been my first clue. What did she say to you?” She blushes furiously. Mulder isn’t here for a date. He wasn’t told he’d meet the love of his life, his soulmate, the woman who might complete him like a puzzle piece that was missing.

“Scully?”

“A blind date,” she admits, avoiding his eyes.

“Oh, this is too funny.”

“Thanks,” Scully mumbles. So much for this being her perfect man. What was her mother thinking?

“No, you don’t understand,” he says, and she nods because she really doesn’t. "I think your mom... I think she did this on purpose."

"Yes, but why?" Scully asks him, taking in his appearance for the first time. He's freshly shaven and wearing a black sweater. He looks good. Very good.

"Maybe she thought we deserved a nice dinner."

"But she said... nevermind. She called you Dave," Scully says, laughingly shaking her head. "I can't believe she did this."

"You're not mad, are you?"

"No," she says. "I just don't understand why she said this was a date."

"It can be," Mulder says.

"You don't need to humor me," Scully replies, reaching for the menu.

"I'm not, I... I'm glad it's you. I'm glad your mom did this for us. I think she knew that I- I might have let it slip that I'm interested."

"Interested," Scully repeats slowly.

"In you. In this. Maybe we needed that final push. Unless you're not interested in me."

"I am," she admits, feeling like a 16-year-old. "You know I am."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Mother always knows best, huh?"

"Guess she got tired of waiting for us to figure it out ourselves."

"Can't blame her," Mulder says, grinning. "Come on, let's eat and show your mom we know how to date."

The next morning her mother calls early - earlier than Scully would have expected - and is full of childish glee.

"How was it?" She asks, not even saying good morning.

"Dave didn't show up," Scully says, taking a sip from her freshly brewed coffee. It's needed this morning, since she didn't sleep much the night before.

"What? But I thought..." Her mother's voice breaks her heart and Scully knows she can't keep it up.

"You could have just told me it was Mulder, mom."

"So he was there? You had a great night?" Scully smiles to herself, rembering. There are some things she won't tell her mom.

"We did."

"I wasn't wrong, was I? You and Fox."

"You weren't wrong," Scully admits, watching as Mulder pads into the kitchen, wearing a shirt and his boxers. His hair is wild, his eyes red and small, but he's grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm so happy, Dana. I felt you two needed some help. So I can set an extra plate for Fox tomorrow?"

"You want Mulder to come to Sunday dinner?" She looks at him as she repeats her mother's words and he nods at her.

"I do. Please tell him he's welcome to join us."

"I will. Thank you, mom. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"Love you, too, honey. And give my love to Fox. Bye."

"So Sunday dinner," Mulder says once she's hung up the phone. He's playing with her fingers, seemingly needing to touch her, despite them being inseparable since last night.

"You're ready for Sunday night dinner with my family?"

"I'm ready for all of it, Scully," he says, kissing her softly.

#fictober2022 #posting from mobile is such a hassle #i apologize for the additional spelling and grammar mistakes #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hello! Firstly, thank you guys for this blog and all the recs, it's an amazing job honestly💖💖

Secondly, do you know any good ineffable husbands multi-chapter human au's with no pov switching? No matter whether it's Aziraphale's or Crowley's pov, it's just many fics show us both of their perspectives, and that's great too, but I want to read something where we can see only one character's feelings and thoughts and can only assume the other's through his reactions... No other specific preferences, but please no bad endings.

And thanks again for your work!!

Hi and thank you! There are some single POV human AUs. Try these...

Under Construction by summerofspock [E]

Crowley has one goal: sell the run-down lodge in the Cascades that his uncle left him in his will.

He doesn't expect to meet someone like Aziraphale, the kind handyman working on his uncle's property who turns out to be more of an enigma than Crowley first thought.

Long Haul by snae_b [E]

First time he sees him he’s barreling down 40 like a bat out of hell. Thirty miles outside of Flagstaff and six hours behind schedule. The desert looming large on all sides. Red sand and sage stretching out for miles and miles in front of him. Juniper and pine and gray crag behind him. The flora might be changing but that's about it. Same bone-dry air that gives him nosebleeds. Same cute little cottontails and scrawny jackrabbits darting under his tires. Same two lanes separated by white lines...

He checks his speedometer. He hasn't downshifted since the city limits. Sheer luck, that. He's coming up fast on another rig. Flatbed with Vermont plates. Bright white cab with gold wings painted on the side.

Anthony Crowley might have gotten out of Missouri, but he hasn't escaped his past. He wears it like a cloak. When he crosses paths with a guardian angel, he starts to learn how to shed it.

Clementine by Mussimm (E)

I love you madly Let my imagination run away with you gladly.

The seaside neighbours AU exactly one person asked for.

New Approaches by FeralTuxedo (M)

Aziraphale Fell, Professor of Creative Writing at Tadfield University, welcomes the attendees of the First Conference on New Approaches to Genre Fiction. Among them is keynote speaker and best-selling thriller author Anthony J. Crowley. Aziraphale has not seen him for twenty-five years. Sometimes, he can still feel the ghost of their parting kiss on his lips.

Or: Exes reunite at academic conference. A Human University Professor/Author AU.

And so beguile thy sorrow by hapax (T)

Crowley (generally known to the staff as That Demon) was unusual in that he was obviously aware of his library codename, and delighted in returning the favour. Thank goodness, he showed no apparent signs of mental illness, or awkward exhibitionism, or even potential danger. What he was was bloody annoying.

Aziraphale adores his work as a public librarian. He finds fulfillment in answering questions, recommending titles, and planning programs. He likes his co-workers (well, most of them), and loves the small city he serves. The only thing marring his happy life is That Patron. Until one spectacularly disastrous Summer Reading Program throws them into a most unusual Arrangement.

roots, the other, wings by MostDismalFeldsparkle (NR)

Embattled by his grief stricken orphaned nephew, and still standing in the ashes of an awful relationship, Aziraphale, in need of a gardener, emails Crowley’s of Eden.

~ Mods N & D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #adult omens #crowley pov #aziraphale pov #mod n #mod d

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