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honey-milk-depresso · 2 days

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okey so it my first time writing a request T^T but i absolutely love your batboys fics so i wanted to ask about batboy x scarlet witch reader ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Scarlet Witch = Baddiest of the Baddies ❤️ I love her

Main 3 Batboys with a Scarlet Witch s/o (GN)

Dick Grayson

Talk about being such a total hottie! That’s what he said out loud when he saw you for the first time. But who can blame him when you’re so cool using your insane witchcraft powers? Absolutely no one.

Dick finds you so cool: when you conjure up spells and hover about in the air like a ethereal being from above (and you are to him), he can’t help but be absolutely in awe of you. In other words, he’s your biggest simp, he’s absolutely smitten for you.

You know how cartoon witches have their own evil minion beside them? Dick’s acting like that with you whenever you two are on a mission or on a patrol.

“Nightwing, hand me my spell book so I can put this demon in place.”

“ANYTHING FOR YOU, S/O—”

But… he also feels sorry for you. There were times you just couldn’t take the stress of things and when he came into your room to talk, he found himself in a completely different world you created out of your power as a form of escapism and engulf yourself in your own imaginary world to shield yourself away from the harsh realities of your life. While impressive… he sympathises.

He doesn’t have powers like you, but when he was younger he used to dream in his sleep he was still with his parents at the circus, living the life. But he’s grown from that to know when to move on. If something unfortunate or even small has happened to you, he’ll always be there in your little sphere of your imaginary world, whispering sweet things about how things will be okay to hopefully get you to open up to him and that you don’t have to always rely on your powers to feel better.

He’ll always be here for you…

…and he’s completely downbad for you. But he loves you is all that matters- <3

Jason Todd

And he probably liked you immediately because you wear red and you have a shade of red in your name. Jason won’t be a simp immediately, but as time goes on I bet you the sum of Bruce Wayne’s net worth that he’ll be on his knees for you everyday.

Your witch powers are just so cool? Hello??? He loves going on patrols or missions with you just to see you in action. I’m also very convinced that Jason has thought of asking you to join the Outlaws (either version). You’d make a perfect addition.

Like Dick, he probably sympathises on your escapism habits through using your powers to create an illusion of an imaginary world suited just only for you, and probably a lot more. He didn’t have a very good upbringing, and a lot of time while his parents were arguing and the environment of his home got too scary, he’ll shut himself out and dream of himself in his own little world to escape the situation around him. It’s just that for you, you take that to a whole new level.

Jason, while he understands your reasons for this, he knows by experience it’s not healthy. You’ve got people around you who you can confide and if you feel insecure to share your feelings, he’s there for you. You shouldn’t feel ashamed to tell him.

He’s not so good with words, but he’ll sit there and listen if you want him to. He’ll hold your hand in his and hopefully get you to open yourself up more to him and confide in him instead of relying solely on your powers.

Overall, he’s in love with you. <3

Tim Drake

Tim finds your powers really interesting (and cool). He’s always asking questions about them: “How does it feel when you use astral projection?” “Have you ever travelled across multiworlds?” “Probability manipulation? How does that work? Mathematically or…”

Yeah, he’ll be yapping a lot when he’s around you. But he does find you quite dangerous if you’re not on his side, luckily you are though so he thinks your powers are super cool but also super life threatening if you aren’t careful but he trusts that you can handle your own powers.

Tim also likes to ask about your witchcraft and magic (and maybe his D&D brain is sparking when he asks about it), he always wants to be beside you to see the kind of spell books you’re reading. You’d also be surprise of how many languages he knows if the book is in Latin or some otherworldly language, like how does he knows?? Let’s be real, he knows just to impress you-

Oof… escapism? When has he not ever try to escape reality in his life? Out of the three, this habit of yours hits him too hard to home. When he was a child and up until now, him sleeping for the very little moments he has before he needs to get to work is his own form of escapism and imagining things are okay.

He feels a bit hypocritical for saying this to you, but he knows it’s not always healthy doing that. Tim, like the rest, will sit beside you in your little bubble of illusion, hugging you close and kissing you softly, asking whether or not you want him to share your feelings to him and that you can confide in him.

He just wants you to know you’re not alone, and that he’ll always be there for you if you need him. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

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midwestprincesss · 15 hours

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how did it end?

part 1 || patrick zweig x fem!reader

"you cannot love somebody into loving you"

summary: your relationship with patrick has been on and off for ages. you knew him and he knew you. you love him but he only loves you when he can get something out of it. but then, can that even be considered love?

a/n(READ THIS BITCH): random ass specific fact about the reader but she is skincare obsessed like me. acne prone girlies yk what im talking about. btw I KNOW PATRICK DOESN'T GO TO STANFORD BUT WE WILL PRETEND HE SPENDS A LOT OF TIME THERE OK. also this series will only continue if u guys give me feedback. and hype me up. cause i have no motivation. patrick girlies help me i know ur out there💪 also this first chapter is like. they're friends but pining. no angst yet oopsie

2004, stanford college.

being in love with patrick was difficult. really, really fucking difficult. it was almost like you had to put in an effort to be in love with him. nevertheless, you didn't. to you it just felt easy. you wish you could get rid of the feeling, but it doesn't seem to want to go away.

patrick zweig could be very easily described in one word: player. and by that i don't only mean tennis player.

but he was easy to love, too. if we ignore all the mixed signals he always gave you, he's actually a sweet guy.

he remembers your coffee order. he listens to your problems. he calls you to check up on you. and he takes care of you while you're out partying. and after that. and in the morning. he holds your hair and rubs your back as you puke out whatever the fuck you drank last night. he gives you his clothes. out of all the girls he knows, he gives you his clothes.

this was one of those times.

saturday morning.

you woke up with a horrible headache and with a certain curly-haired boy next to you. you try to remember what happened last night, but you give up after about three minutes of staring at the ceiling in silence. who cares, really? at least you woke up in your bed, and not on a random bench outside. not that patrick would ever let that happen.

he has the key to your dorm. he spent most of his days with you, so you figured it would be totally fine for him to have it.

you rub your eyes sleepily as you look to your left- patrick was not sleeping either.

"morning." he said, simply. you groaned in response.

"glad you asked, and you're welcome." he said sarcastically. "you got fucking wasted, like usual. i had to carry you from the party. not that you couldn't walk, but you just insisted on it. when we finally got here you threw up all over yourself. and then in the toilet, like three times, i think."

your eyes widened in disgust. you looked down at your clothes, expecting to find a now vomit-stained white dress on. to your surprise, you were wearing a dark green tee - you remember you've seen it on patrick once- and a pair of uncomfortably large boxers. you're surprised they didn't fall off while you were sleeping.

"patrick." you said, terrified. "please tell me i took my makeup off before sleeping. or at least washed my face." patrick sighed. 'blah blah blah i have sensitive skin blah blah blah i'll break out if i sleep with my makeup on' you always told him, whenever he was sleeping over.

"you didn't." he said. then went quiet for a few seconds, but just for his own amusement. he thought you looked cute when you were worried. but worried was not a big enough word for the look on your face- you were more like, mortified, maybe? so he decided to stop joking around. "i took your makeup off. i couldn't find those circular white thingies you do it with so i used a towel-"

you cut him off with a laugh. you could actually kiss him. maybe you shouldn't, though. your breath smelled like actual shit. looking to your right, at the nightstand next to your side of the bed, you noticed your earrings and necklace and rings arranged neatly next to eachother and you swore you felt your heart flutter.

you knew patrick cared about you, but you didn't think he would be so attentive. usually, you don't get so drunk, so you can actually do what you need to do by yourself. even then, he insists he should do it for you. but you always refused him, partly because you didn't want to bother him but you were also pretty convinced he would not do things properly. he proved you wrong.

"for how long have you been awake?" you ask him.

"i'm not sure whether i even slept. you kept talking on your sleep. and tossing. and turning. and stealing the blanket. i think you even slapped me once-" he started laughing as you started muttering apologies, but he immediately told you not to worry about it.

you sighed, then you both went silent. you examined his face- he really did seem tired- droopy eyes, dark eyebags, eyelids partially closed. but still smirking at you. no one and nothing could ever wipe that shit-eating grin off his face.

"you look cute." he broke the silence, letting his thumb linger on your cheek.

"i feel like shit." you snickered, hiding your face in your hands but he immediately pulled them away, kissing your knuckles.

that took you by surprise. sure, you and patrick were affectionate with eachother, but this felt way more intimate than usual. what was going on with him?

suddenly, you looked at the time. 10:30 am. you were late for breakfast. like, really late. you figured there wouldn't be anything left in the cafeteria by now.

"shit. we'll have to starve until lunch, patrick" you told him, a hint of irony in your voice.

"don't worry, i'll go get us something from the supermarket." he said as he got up, pulling a grey hoodie over his head. he took his keys and wallet then looked down lovingly at you as you still rested on the bed. "call me if you need anything else" he said , kissing your forehead then leaving. leaving your dorm, but also leaving you swooning over him.

you were in it for good.

#patrick zweig #patrick zweig fluff #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig fanfic #josh o connor #josh oconnor #josh o'connor #mike faist #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #patrick zweig angst #challengers #challengers x reader #tashi duncan #art donaldson fluff #art donaldson angst

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raestromboli · 6 hours

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SHY GF. | CHRIS STURNIOLO.

ヾ₊˚ ୨ৎ — synopsis. headcanons about chris and his shy gf.

ヾ₊˚ ୨ৎ — cw. 18+, suggestive, smut??, fluff, mdni !!

ヾ₊˚ ୨ৎ — notes. i think these are hc’s??? i havent read enough to know if it fits the criteria. . . but omgg tysm for all the support on my first fic it’s crazy. and gaining 100 followers in 2 days? i feel like i could shit my pants thank yall so much <3

— HE’S SAYING THE MOST OUT OF POCKET THINGS TO CATCH YOU OFF GUARD.

“can you sit on my face after we’re done with this movie?” chris says, looking dead serious at you while he sucks on a lollipop. he giggles and pats your back after you end up choking on your spit and avoiding his eye contact.

“if you wear that shit out i’ll have to fuck you before we leave, i swear to god.” chris eyes the way your skims dress hugs your body, leaving no room for his imagination. you whine his name with your head hidden in the crook of his shoulder to conceal your embarrassment.

when chris sees you bent down, putting your wet laundry into the dryer, he beams. “i feel like i’ve seen this before.” “chriiiiiis.”

— WHEN HE SEES YOU GAIN CONFIDENCE, HE’S ALWAYS GOING TO HYPE YOU UP.

chris has you on all fours, plowing into you from the back with no mercy. you’re letting out moans and whines of his names left and right, and your boyfriend couldn’t be any prouder. “i know, i know. you sound so pretty for me.”

“fuuuck, you look so good on top of me.” your boyfriend whined, his hands gripped onto your hips as you rode him into oblivion. though you were mildly embarrassed and on the brink of asking to switch positions, chris looked too cute under you to do so.

when you come to bed with one of chris’ shirts and a pair of tiny underwear, you already know he’s going to call you brave then rip all articles of clothing off your body.

— HE LOVES TEASING YOU, THEN SEEING YOUR REACTION.

“i haven’t even put it in and you’re already tapping out?” chris smirks while he spreads your legs for you with one hand, the other restraining your wrist that tried pushing him away. you were three orgasms in and the way your boyfriend was tapping his pink tip against your clit wasn’t helping with the sensitivity.

“chriiiiss, you can’t say stuff like that.” ”say what? i forgot what i said.” you almost believed him, but the smirk that he tried to conceal gave him away.

chris’ head is between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved. he’s moaning and mumbling against your pussy, the lower half of his face completely soaked with your slick. “god, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” he mumbles before slurping noisily on your clit. the way chris was being so messy with your cunt made you want to melt into your bed.

— HE’S HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH HIS SHY GIRL.

you’re laughing and talking to nick and matt, and chris thinks he couldn’t be more in love. his brothers look so interested in what you’re saying and you look like you’ve come out of your shell. it’s like chris got a abrupt boost of serotonin because he’s suddenly pinching your cheeks and cooing at you like you were a baby. you were embarrassed, nick and matt were completely baffled, and chris just looked at you with a dorky, lovesick smile.

whenever you and chris are at dinners dates, he’s always ordering for you. but when you get the courage to order for yourself, your boyfriend smiles at you, dimples and all, while you tell your choice to the waiter. as soon as the waiter leaves chris is hyping you up rather loudly and he’s having you shush him even louder.

chris loves all of you, but especially your shyness. <3

#raestromboli #sturniolotriplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets hc’s #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets smut

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cottonlemonade · 1 day

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Mayhem At The Festival

word count: 630 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Matsukawa x chubby!Reader (feat. Seijoh 4)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: I take a menu A with a soda and a matcha roll and sit next to Mattsun || fluffy school festival with crush Mattsun

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The Seijoh four’s laughter could be heard all the way down the corridor of Aoba Johsai High School. Well, not all of them. Between Makki gasping for air and clutching his stomach, Iwaizumi starting to wheeze, hanging off of Oikawa’s shoulder who was holding up his phone requesting a few cute poses, Mattsun did not have a good time.

To be fair, it was foolish of him to think his friends would not tease him for this - or that a picture of him wouldn’t be in the next issue of the school paper. Bemused he tugged at the skirt that barely came down to his mid-thigh and looked around the room of his classmates in more or less obvious and failed attempts to hide their howling laughter. And all of that just to help you out.

When you had come in that morning for the festival, everyone swarmed around you, asking with much concern how your arm ended up in a sling. You had quickly relayed the tale of your way to school and how some guy on a motorbike didn’t think it necessary to follow basic driving rules, having grazed you on your bicycle and sending you tumbling down an embankment.

Luckily it was nothing more serious, but a sprained wrist and elbow would definitely keep you from any possible manual labor today. Your shoulders slumped. You had been looking forward to the festival for weeks, especially when the sewing club revealed the costumes for the maid café. You swore you would wear the adorable uniform whenever you could because how often did a chubby girl with more curves than any roadmap find a maid costume tailored to her exact specifications. In your mind you had seen yourself gliding through the many guests of the little café attraction set up in classroom 3-2 and privately hoped that Issei would forget his duties with the volleyball team and come visit as well. In your imagination he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you and you would wow him with your dazzling smile and maid persona, laying it on extra thick just for him. But all that lovely daydreaming was shattered because someone ignored a red light.

Much to your surprise, however, Issei had broken the morose silence that followed your apology to the event coordinator and blurted out he would take your place.

No one took him seriously at first, of course, but when he didn’t join in the giggles and chuckles around the room, the class president had looked him up and down, squinted (possibly imagining him in the costume) and just nodded with a shrug.

After a good 15 minutes of more laughing and one joke after the other the students started to scatter, getting back to their original tasks. Mattsun sulked in a corner, shifting uncomfortably in the costume but brightened quite a bit when he spotted you coming over to him.

“Thank you so much.”, you said and he took a few seconds to answer, being too distracted by the blush on your cheeks.

“I’d say “no problem” but that would be a lie.”, he replied and you laughed.

“I can make it up to you!”, you said quickly.

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, thinking he would probably want to be reimbursed for the physical and mental trauma ahead in his day.

“I could… do your homework for a week… or… take over during your cleaning duties once my arm heals or…”

“Go out with me?”

You gasped, then coughed violently at having swallowed too much air. He gave an embarrassed frown and pouted.

“Yes.”, you pressed out between coughs, “Yes, I’d love to.”

“Good.”, he beamed, “Then, my lady-”, he got into maid character, “may I pour you some water to soothe your throat?”

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a/n: I had the best time writing this silliness ^^ thank you so much for the request @makkir0ll - I hope you enjoyed it 🌟🫶🏻

#sunnys school lunches #mattsun x chubby reader #matsukawa issei x chubby reader #matsukawa x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #mattsun #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa issei x reader #issei matsukawa #hq matsukawa #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu matsukawa #matsukawa issei #haikyuu x curvy reader #hq fluff

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butmakeitgayblog · 1 day

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can we talk about how lexa would act if clarke came walking out the bathroom with no pants on and lexa just dead stops mid conversation and just stares mouth wide open even tho the conversation was a serious one at that. she doesnt even continue talking until clarke is out of site because she just cant get out of the bubble of clarke with no pants and smirking the hell out of her.the rest of the days meetings are just not gonna work for her anymore.

I actually think Lexa would be quite adorable when it came to having Clarke feeling so comfortable in her space. Don't get me wrong, I agree with you in that, at first, it would take some time for her to get used to it. Not just having someone in her space like that, but Clarke specifically in her space. And nude. On a regular basis.

I think at first she'd be rather struck by it. The feeling of waking up and looking over and seeing Clarke sleeping on her extra pillow. Hair a blonde trainwreck (idk why but i feel like canon Clarke is a messy sleeper when she actually gets a full 8hrs in an actual bed), mouth slightly open in little kitten snores, and yet all Lexa can do is try and breathe normally because her heart pounds so hard it almost hurts.

But more it's the casual intimacies I think that would hit Lexa the hardest (in entirely good ways). The moments of discussing their plans for the day as Clarke pads out of the bathroom fresh from a bath, her hair slightly darkened from the water and smelling like Lexa's soaps. Smelling like Lexa herself. Almost like a... Like a claim over her. Over each other. Because that's what they do now 😳. They really do smell like each other's soaps and perfumes. They get dressed together sleep together and eat dinner together, and also Clarke likes to steal Lexa's slightly too big lounge shirts that show off just a little bit of buttcheek and a whole lot of cleavage when perpetually left half undone, just to parade around her their room while she gets ready for bed. Like she owns it. (She does. She owns everything, including the contents of her wardrobe and also Lexa's entire ass.)

And just. Sometimes it'd be more than Lexa can really make any sense of.

Because love was supposed to be weakness, and while she is indeed weak for this fuckin chaotic mess of a woman, the moments when Clarke catches her staring and grins at her, when Lexa can't stop herself from grinning right back at being caught... nothing about this between them feels like anything other than strength. Certainly not when Clarke adds an extra sway to her hips just because she knows Lexa is watching. When Lexa gets to the point where it's not quite so overwhelming thinking about Clarke in her space and in her clothes and in her bed that she can walk right up and put her hands on those hips without questioning if the touch is welcome.

So yeah, I think it'd be a process, but also once the dams had been opened I think Lexa would've welcomed it. All she'd wanted from the start was for Clarke to want her to be close too, and while I think some lingering hesitance from fear of invoking Clarke's anger would linger for awhile, I believe wholeheartedly it wouldn't take long for Miss Body Glitter Sultry Eyes Grabby Hands kom Lesbiankru to relax into the reality of being with Clarke. I think she'd look, and enjoy looking. And more than that, I think she'd enjoy the fact that Clarke knows she's looking. Aaand I think, despite being a walking gay 404 error message at any given moment, I think that flirty little shit would be making bedroom eyes at Clarke whenever she got the chance.

Especially when it involved her girl wearing no pants.

#anon #clexa #also smitten #can't forget smitten #i think most times when Lexa wasn't in Heda mode and the world wasn't actively trying to kill one or both of them #she'd be extremely smitten with that little barely there smile she reserves only for Clarke

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amoromniaodium · 2 days

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I have a terrible need to make these two characters the saddest people in existence. The quote that inspired this prompt on unrequited love:

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Lie to Me by Chris Isaak is so Bucky/Buck coded. Enjoy

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Loving someone who doesn't love you back is terrorizing. There's something profoundly sad about seeing your beloved smile, unaware of how it tears your heart out. The saddest part is the lack of reciprocity—the love, the brotherhood, and the deep friendship, is all there. However, only one person loves more than the other and at the end of it all Buck can only hope for Bucky’s friendship.

The most terrible aspect that makes Buck want to cry out to a higher power—one he stopped believing in when his father's fist first hit his face—is how lovable Bucky is. Bucky loves openly, wearing his emotions on his sleeve, and everyone loves him for it. He hugs, laughs, drinks, and talks with everyone. Buck is the opposite he never would be that open, his openness was destroyed by memories of a father who never expected anything good from him. But he does late at night, lying in his bed, beg God to stop his pain, his hurt because sometimes he tells like his heart will never stop hurting.

Buck was baptized by a man made of sunshine, who gave him part of his name like a deity naming his favorite creature. He was named Buck by him, and he knew he should have resisted, kept his guard up, but that smile was so bright that it melted his cold walls completely. He hated how much he loved Bucky, the first real person to offer him a piece of himself. But Buck didn't realize until it was too late how dangerous and hurtful it would be to accept that name.

Bucky is loud, always speaking about himself, and enjoys singing, dancing, and going out with different women. He frequently turns back to search for Buck, winking to him as if it's a personal joke, unaware of how much it hurts Buck. Like a hopeless soul, Buck simply smiles and swallows the pain, but his heart grows colder with each passing day.

Nights like that he always walks back alone from the pub, the cold night deepening his melancholy. His chilled hands, runny nose, and tear-streaked face reveal the wall Buck has built inside himself grumbling into the ground. With every wink from Bucky, Buck becomes even colder. The only true way he has to defend himself.

Some people believe heartbreak can kill. Buck has read stories about people who die alone and cold, their love unrequited. He feels kinship with them, knowing one day this will be his fate. Each night, as he returns from the pub, he hopes not to wake up, wishing Bucky would find him and mourn the friendship lost, to understand the pain he caused, feels it so deeply into his soul that he looses the ability to breath, the ability to live and that he will have to grieve him for the rest of his life. Because Buck knows that Bucky will grieve for him like he does all the men they had lost to this war. But Buck would never intentionally hurt his love.

What Buck doesn't realize is that every time Bucky makes someone laugh or kisses another blonde, he's thinking of Buck—his beautiful angelic Buck. Whenever he returns to the table and Buck isn't there, his heart and lungs ache. And he drinks more and hates himself and the routine continues day after day after day.

If only they both knew how much they loved each other, and how much they unknowingly hurt each other. If only.

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And they communicated and loved each other. The End.

#buck x bucky #bucky x buck #clegan #mota #mota fanfic #gale cleven #john egan #heartbreak #unrequited love #sadnees #bucky egan

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devilmen-collector · 3 days

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Took me an eternity to finally send this ask cause I'm so shy (•-•)

But please, justice for the Abaddon boys, I need hcs for them 🙏🙏

Can be either sfw or nsfw and I'm a legal adult, tyvm

Also have a good day and I wish you happiness for everyday 🎉

Thank you for the well wishes :3

We don't have much info on Abaddon boys, so I don't think I'll have tok many hcs for them. But I hope you like the few ones I have :D

Warning: some dark demonic stuff

Some Headcanons for Abaddon Devils

Having a big collection of body parts, Ronové knows many ways to preserve them. So he's actually an expert at embalming dead bodies. He's very meticulous when it comes to preserving or embalming a body. The devil considers it an art. Though very few have seen his collection. Consider it a great privilege if you are ever invited to look at his collection. That means he sees you as someone important.

If you ever choose to have Ronové embalm your body after death, he may ask for an organ or two. But don't worry, you still have the option to refuse, unlike the enemies he has killed.

Sometimes, Phenix brings the body parts he chopped off to Ronové because he hopes Ronové can grow his collection. Though not all of them make it to the collection room as they have not been preserved very well by Phenix. However, Ronové appreciates the gesture and counts Phenix as one of his trusted partners.

Dantalian is considered "fashionable", not because he loves fashion itself, but because his weak-looking outfits keep getting damaged or destroyed during his quest to satisfy his kink, so he keeps buying new ones.

Dantalian was gifted a pink bow by Eligos once because the latter learned that the Abaddon devil bought a lot of cute (more like weak-looking) clothes (he didn't know the whole story behind it). Though Dantalian treasures the bow and never worn it to the battlefield to prevent it from being damaged.

Whenever Dantalian goes out to find a way to satisfy his kink, Ronové and Phenix secretly follow him. They care and want to protect Dantalian. It's totally fine to seek pleasure and orgasm, but it's another matter to get yourself killed while trying to seek pleasure. What's the point of pleasure when you are dead?

Phenix wears a special kind of underwear that won't make him feel uncomfortable whenever he has orgasm.

You have to be careful when approaching Phenix. Call out, wave or say hi first, you don't want to make Phenix moan or reach orgasm when you tap on his shoulder while reaching out for him from behind. There's a place and time for that, just not a random saying hello moment.

Although Phenix doesn't seem like it, he cares for those he loves a lot, especially you, "His Majesty Asmodeus", Ronové, and Dantalian. He will chop off anyone who dares to harm you.

#klein's answer #what in “hell” is bad?#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb headcanons #whb abaddon #whb ronove #whb dantalian #whb phenix #whb x reader #hi anon :3

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elrielsgarden · 3 days

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Elriel’s 1st Meeting/Interactions Parallels with Feysand’s & Nessian’s

And Every Elriel Moment in the Scenes Otherwise

In an effort to demonstrate that Elriel has existed since Az and Elain first met, I will draw parallels between Elriel’s first interactions and those of Feysand and Nessian. (Please see here a post that quickly discuss SJM’s switch from Nesta/Lucien to Nessian.)

It is important to note that in all of Feysand’s interactions, we are reading in Feyre’s head, and for the other two we are observers through Feyre’s eyes. Feysand’s first meeting and interactions occur in A Court of Thorns and Roses, and Elriel’s and Nessian’s are in the same set of scenes in A Court of Mist and Fury.

First Reactions

Feyre's first thoughts upon hearing and seeing Rhys is that his voice is sensual and he's the most beautiful male she's ever seen.

Let's compare these observations with how Nesta and Elain react to seeing/meting Cassian and Azriel for the first time.

While this is from Feyre's perspective and not through their own eyes, we can easily understand that in a similar way to Feyre upon seeing Rhys, Nesta and Elain are taken aback by the beauty of Cassian and Azriel. It is also important to note that they specifically stiffen at Cassian and Azriel; Rhys is only referenced at the end of the sentence.

Thus, we see that Feysand's, Nessian's, and Elriel's first meetings carry similar themes that hint toward their relationships.

Appreciating Their Character

Whether this appreciation is in challenge (Nessian, I'm looking at you) or not, we see this from all three Bat Boys toward the Archeron sisters.

For Feyre and Rhys, the most obvious moment of this in the early stages of their knowing each other is Under the Mountain.

Rhys already seems to know and appreciate Feyre's style of strategy, and we only see this strengthen as the story continues.

Nesta and Cassian need a pretty long quote, because their banter and arguing is so prominent here-just like their personalities are louder than many others.

I just love how the two of them see themselves in the other. Yes, both Cassian and Nesta are furious with each other, but it very clearly sets up the stage for their love story, especially if you read the deleted scene with the two of them from ACOMAF. If you're interested, this scene is titled 'Wings and Embers' and is readily available on the internet in pdf format.

My favorite moment of this kind of appreciation for Elriel is in this little moment:

This moment makes me giggle, because we yet again see Elain's personality shine out. And very clearly, Azriel quite likes who Elain is.

Asking Questions

Another parallel between Feysand and Elriel is that in their first interactions both as each other questions, ones about things that matter to them.

In their final exchange at the end of ACOTAR, these exchanges occur. Let's compare that to Elriel.

This parallel could not be any clearer to me. These questions are far from surface-level, and would only be asked by someone genuinely interested in the person they're asking the question of.

All the Other Elriel Moments From the First Time They Meet

This is a direct parallel that's demonstrated several times in these scenes as well as later on in the series. Elain and Az share this skill, and it also hints at a spy plot for Elain in her book.

We know that Nesta and Elain were quite scared of the Bat Boys when they first saw them, and I think here Az is doing his best to mitigate that, especially since he can scent her fear, using those manners I just mentioned. And we see that it works, because Elain realizes a bit after Az essentially reassures her.

This is a short little parallel but an important one. Elain is wearing a cobalt dress the first time she meets Az. And what color does Feyre say Az's siphons are whenever she describes them? Cobalt. This is a small yet incredibly obvious and intentional detail.

The last parallel, and perhaps my favorite from these scenes is this:

Ugh, this moment is so cute! After having just met, Elain trusts Azriel already. If this isn't Elriel foreshadowing idk who to trust anymore.

Long story short (yes, I'm a Swiftie), Feysand, Nessian, and Elriel share aspects of their first meeting and first interactions that clearly define and foreshadow these romance storylines. 🌸🦇

#elain archeron #elain acotar #pro elain #pro elriel #elain x azriel #elain and azriel #azriel x elain #azriel #feysand #nessian #acotar #sjm #theseersterhood

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apologies if you've addressed it already, but where *do* you buy your shirts from? the local charity/thrift stores seem to have a lot of fast fashion these days, but i might not be looking in the right places.

So, my ruffled front pirate blouse with the ruffled sleeves is from Violent Delights, and so are the black brocade trousers I wore out tonight and a few other things - Violent Delights is absolutely on the pricier side, but for me it's well worth it for the construction and design of their clothes, many of which emphasise the waist, have good layering and warmth to them (which many of this sort of "costume" clothes don't consider), and also have a huge range of sizes, going from XS and sometimes XXS right up to XXXL.

When not wearing that blouse, the most common pirate-adjacent shirts I wear are actually plain old Ghillie shirts, which are intended for formal highland dress - you want it to be of good, breathable 100% cotton, and then you can either lace it with string or ribbon or leather strings.

And other than that, I actually have quite a few Western shirts (collared shirts with pop-buttons and cuffs, with and without detailing on the shoulders and waists) that work really well in combination with my gothier and more vintage wardrobe.

In general, I recommend that if you want good quality piratical gear and similar and you're not in a good area for finding that sort of stuff by thrifting, your next best option is genuinely specialty costume shops - not the ones that sell you a packet with a basic sexy French maid's outfit, but the ones that cater to LARPers, specialty performers, sex workers, etc; and similarly, non-high street stores that cater to alternative lifestyles and fashions, especially ones that are likelier to favour a high level of architectural and constructive appreciation for their clothing and/or are subcultures more likely to involve themselves in the construction of their clothes, i.e. Steampunk, certain Goth strands, Lolita.

And as well as the above, this is much more of a niche, but we used to have a fella when I worked at a rare book shop who dressed exclusively in cast-off costume pieces from theatres in London - whenever the opera or ballet or I think some of the Shakespearean companies sold off or auctioned off excess from their wardrobes, he'd buy that stuff and have it tailored to fit him. So like, he would just be wandering on a casual Thursday in a velvet Phantom cape, and that fucked.

So if you do live near to a city and you're likely to see this sort of costume auction or sell-off of excess, especially toward the end of a show's run and/or the end of a season at the ballet or opera, that's certainly an idea as well.

It's so hard to avoid a lot of cheap fast fashion things, and especially like, what my dad always ends up sending me is extremely poorly made of poor materials pirate costume shirts that are literally for someone's like, last minute Jack Sparrow costume, and they're literally bought and sold with the assumption that they'll be bought and worn for one night only, at the very most once every one or two years. It sucks, especially when it even invades charity and secondhand shopping as well, or when vintage stores end up stocking loads of 90s and 00s stuff that's not actually much better constructed then shite today.

So yeah, when in doubt, look for the specialty people - bop your head into a local tailor or seamstress' shop and be like, hey, do you know anyone who does x or y?

Even looking in your area for certain subcultures, especially different LARPers, ren faire or medieval performers, metal band enthusiasts, leather dykes and daddies, steampunk and formal goth enthusiasts, costumers and especially historical costumers, lolita enthusiasts, et cetera - these are all communities that even if they don't have specifically what you're looking for when it's a specialty or specific garment, will almost always know the right person to ask or refer you to, or at least have a vague direction to point you to.

#musings #anonymous

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Death Flower

Jane Volturi x Fem human mate

Summary: Jane contradicts a lot but a simple "my little death flower" and its all over.

A/N: I wanted to post this on May 31st since that marks half way to Halloween but I forgot about this WIP. I got some ideas brewing for when October comes around. Its short but anyways....Enjoy💙

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“No”

“No? Why not?”

‘I said no and that is final, so stop pestering me on this”

“Come on my little death flower, let's not be like this”

She stopped walking away and stood on the spot. Here's the thing about being mates with Jane, yes she can be quite difficult to convince to do things, such as cuddling under our favorite open field, but I know a certain trick to persuade her. I noticed this a while ago, she was going to leave for a guard meeting that would start in 30 minutes, but she wanted to leave early but I wanted her to cuddle with me. She’s still not used to affection, which I understand, she took a month to even just hold my hand so I understand that and I respect her boundaries. But as she was getting ready to leave for her meeting I sleepily called out to her “My little storm cloud” and she halted her movements and was instantly in bed with her being the big spoon and I the little one.

I didn't dare to question her sudden change of mind but from that whenever I wanted to “get my way” with her I would casually call her some clever nicknames and she goes with my idea. I of course never call her out in front of the others, actually one time I called her my “little rain cloud” in front of Alec. He instantly looked at Jane and started teasing her and would call her the same nickname for days until Jane threatened to use her ability on him, that for sure shut him up. I promised to her that I would never call her said nicknames in front of others.

Jane also from what I can say is she doesn't like being called the traditional nicknames, once in a while I do call her darling or my love but it doesn't get the same reaction as when I call her my other nicknames. It's just so amusing to see her halt her every thought and movements when I call her such names, but what makes my heart flip is when she looks at me and you can see a very small smile spreading onto her angelic face.

“What is it that you wanted to do again?”

Oh man I got her so good, I almost feel bad in kind of manipulating her with my nicknames but man she always gets her way a majority of the time. She always gets the final say but I guess it does feel nice to finally be able to have a small win with her. And gosh that smile she does is so sweet, it's hard to imagine her being able to cause such pain with her gaze when she has such an angelic smile.

“Oh right, um I wanted you be my Morticia to my Gomez”

“But Halloween is not for another five months?”

“I know but that's going to be our couple costume”

“Hmm we will see”

“Come on Jane, it ill be perfect, I already treat you like you are the only person in my life, I even call you the nicknames that are very similar to what Gomez calls Morticia”

“I said we will see”

I know she likes the idea, she just won't admit it. I think she would make a beautiful Morticia, but in this case she will be a blonde Morticia. In no way will I make her wear a wig to cover her golden locks that I love so much. In my case I would be a female version of Gomez, I'm also at the point of convincing the others to be characters from “The Addams Family”. Felix will definitely be Lurch no doubt, but for some reason im stuck with the thought that Alec and Demetri would be a great Pugesly and Wednesday. They will be my next victims to convince them to go along with my crazy plan. I grabbed her hand to place a gentle slow kiss on it, I felt her literally melt at the touch.

“Fine we will do it, but you dare make me wear a wig I will have Alec use his smoke on you”

Shivering at her little “threat” which I know she will never do, she has said that many times in the past and has never once done it to me.

“I would never want to cover your blonde locks my dear thundercloud”

“...Good”

Being Jane’s mate has its downs but if you play your cards right it can have its perk.

#jane volturi #jane volturi x reader #the volturi guard #the volturi #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #twilight fanfiction #volturi #twilight oneshot #twilight imagine

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TyZula 14

and/or

Azutara 22

Hello, @jn3m0!!

Here's Tyzula 14! Lab partners AU!

Ty Lee’s favorite subject was never science. She hated the teacher, she hated the labs, and she hated the classmates. And that was saying a lot, because Ty Lee rarely hated anyone. However, she couldn’t bring herself to like anyone in the class. They were rude, mean, and, whenever she was stuck with one of them for assignment, they made her do all the work. That’s why, when her teacher said they would have a lab with a partner for their final, Ty Lee wanted to cry.

Of course, she would get stuck with someone who would expect her to do all the work. It’s not her fault anatomy was so easy for her or that the teacher liked her so this whole class was pretty much a cakewalk. When the professor said they would get a partner for their final, Ty Lee could feel everyone’s eyes go to her.

As the professor read off names, Ty Lee resigned herself to just playing with her pencil. There was nothing she could do. She’d get a partner who’d use her for the work then call her a rat if she said anything. Despite her place on the cheerleaders and self defense skills, Ty Lee was not a fan of the verbal bullying she had taken after alerting the teacher the first time someone used her for a grade. After that, she vowed to just take it. So what? It didn’t matter. At least she was going to pass this class. That’s what counted.

“Ty Lee, you’ll be paired with Azula Agni.” The teacher said, moving on to the next student.

Azula Agni? She had never heard that name before. She turned around and scanned the room to see if she could spot the person the teacher had assigned her to and found nothing. The rest of the class went on as usual and then the bell rang.

As Ty Lee packed up, she felt a hand poke her shoulder. When Ty Lee turned around she saw a girl with long black hair, golden eyes, and wearing mostly red and black. If Ty Lee was honest with herself, this girl was beautiful. How did she miss her?

“I’m Azula Agni.” She told her, “Since we’re working together, do you want to come over to my house tonight to start? I’d rather not leave it for the last minute.” She pushed her long black hair back behind her ear as her foot tapped against the floor.

“Ummmmm…”

“I would prefer my house. It’s the Agni mansion at the top of Caldera hill.” Azula said. To others it would seem like Azula was boasting but somehow her tone told Ty Lee she wasn’t trying to. She was just giving her information.

“Oh. Ummm…sorry it’s just that most people want me to do everything and then we’ll meet up at my house for ten minutes so they can say they helped out.” Ty Lee told her, “We can do your house.”

Azula raised a single eyebrow then lowered it, “I can assure you that will not be me. You remember where my house is?”

“Yes.”

“Good. My father doesn’t return home until 8:30. You need to leave before he comes back so I think you should arrive around 4 and leave at 8. One of the servants can prepare dinner for you if you’d like.” Azula said, walking out of the room.

Okay.

Not exactly how she thought this class would go.

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Wow. Azula was not kidding when she said they owned a mansion. Her house was nice, it had to be it housed nine people, but this place looked like it could easily contain fifty. In the driveway were incredibly expensive cars, all with the brightest color paints. The mansion did look pretty old though. If Ty Lee had to guess, she’d say Azula was from old money.

“Ty Lee. Come inside.” Azula called, waving her in.

“Your house is amazing.” Ty Lee whispered.

“Thank you. It was built by my great, great, great grandfather and passed down to my father and, one day, to me. We should work in my room so we don’t break anything.” Azula warned.

“Okay. Will there be enough room?” Ty Lee asked.

A chuckle escaped Azula, “Oh! You’re not kidding. Don’t worry. My room will have plenty of space.” And she was right.

Her room could easily fit three big queen sized beds and still have some room left for people to move around. Not to mention to had a large balcony, a bathroom in her room, a large dresser, table, a couch and everything was absolutely perfect. It was like historians had come in here and perfectly preserved everything in its right spot.

“Wow.” Ty Lee whispered.

“Thank you. So, what’s our lab on?” Azula asked.

The final seemed to be the same as the midterm. They would do half the work out of class, mostly the research, then come into class during the last day and prove to the teacher that they knew what they were talking about.

“Do you want to handle the anatomy for the nerves and I’ll do muscle?” Azula asked.

“You know muscle is like…half of the work?” Ty Lee clarified.

“Yes. You do half and I do half and we’ll do the final lab together at the end of the week.”

“Wow.”

“Wow?”

“Sorry. I’ve just never had a partner who wants to the work. Most of them just stick me with it while they’re on their phones.” She said.

“Idiots.” Azula rolled her eyes, “Though it is nice to hear that I was paired up with the only smart person in that class.” Ty Lee blushed when Azula called her smart.

“So, why haven’t I seen you that much in class?” Ty Lee asked, “I didn’t even know your name until today.”

“I’m a transfer.” Azula explained, “I joined the class after winter break because my other class was full of idiots. I’m coming to see it’s a school wide problem.”

“There are some smart people at that school.” Ty Lee argued.

“Yes, you and me, but we don’t seem to have that much competition.” Azula smirked.

Again, Ty Lee blushed, “So, what else do you do? Are you on any teams?” She asked. It felt so weird to be in complete silence and Azula, for her part, didn’t seem to mind the questions.

“I’m on mock trial and model UN.” She said, “Then I have a waitressing job at my dad’s country club on the weekends.”

“Wow. That seems like a lot of work.” Ty Lee winced, “If I had to do all that I think my head would explode.”

“It can be challenging but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Azula said, examining her nails, “What about you? What do you do when you’re not in school?”

“Cheerleading.” Ty Lee told her, “I do it with my friend Suki. We just went to nationals last week and we were so close to winning too but we screwed up our final move and lost, but still it was so much fun! We all went out for a big dinner afterwards!”

“Your coaches weren’t…upset that you lost?” Azula asked.

“I mean no one was jumping for joy but we had fun and we made it really far. Now we know enough so that we can try again next year. Why? What would your coaches do if you lost a competition?”

Azula pressed her lips together and looked back down at her paper, “They aren’t who I’d be worried about.” The way she spoke made it clear to Ty Lee she didn’t want to talk about that anymore.

“Okay. Well…what do you do for fun?” Ty Lee asked.

“Not much. Like you said I’m very busy so I don’t have much time for fun things.”

“That’s kind sad.” Ty Lee said.

“It’s worth it.” Azula argued, “It’s what I have to do to be perfect.”

“And why do you want to be perfect?”

“You don’t?” Azula looked at her like she was insane.

“I don’t think it’s possible for a person to be perfect. You’re human, not a machine.” How did their conversation go from talking about what they should do for the final to this? Azula looked at Ty Lee for a few moments, as if trying to see if the girl was serious or not, then turned her attention back to her work and didn’t speak again for the rest of the night.

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The lab wasn’t until Friday so they have the entire week to work on the partner portion of it. Ty Lee continued to come to Azula’s house and the girls continued to talk and work together. Then, one day, Azula put her books down, stood up and offered Ty Lee her hand.

“I need to walk around for a few minutes. Want to join me?” She asked.

“Sure!”

The two began walking around the place, going outside and inside the mansion. Ty Lee typically ran in front of Azula and pointed out different things as if Azula didn’t live there.

“What’s this?” Ty Lee asked, gesturing to a small door that was camouflaged into the wall.

“Secret passageway. When it was build, it was for the purpose of hiding from intruders but now it’s mostly just for show.” Azula told her.

“Let’s see where it goes.” Ty Lee opened the door and climbed inside.

“No, Ty Lee, we shouldn’t do that. My father will-“

“Come on, Azula. He’ll never know. We’ll be in and out.” Azula still looked a little nervous but tried to keep her normal calm expression. After a few seconds she climbed in after Ty Lee.

The girls had to be on their hands and knees to get around but they eventually found their way all over the place. The tunnels were meant to go from one side of the mansion to the other so its residents would be able to escape.

“Great. We found a way to crawl over the mansion. Come on. We should get back.” Azula said.

“Alright.” Ty Lee groaned, “You’re no fun.”

“I’m loads of fun.” Azula argued.

“Name one fun thing you’ve done.”

“…My brother and I once jumped out of the second floor window into the pool. We broke a lot of bones but we had fun that day.” Azula laughed.

Ty Lee was laughing too, “How did you think that was a good idea?”

“In my defense, I was eight. Zuzu was supposed to be the responsible one.”

“He’s older?”

“By two years.” Azula responded, “He’s…away for the time being which is why he’s not around.”

A feeling crept into Ty Lee telling her there was more to the story but she didn’t press the issue. Azula grabbed hold of the opening to the door and tried to open it but it refused to move.

“Move! You stupid-HELP! Someone! We’re in here!” Azula screamed.

“Are we stuck in here?” Ty Lee asked.

“What did you think I meant when I started yelling for help?!?” Azula yelled, “We’re stuck in here and my dad will come and he’ll find us and now we were messing around and-“

“He won’t be that mad that we were just playing around, will he?” Ty Lee asked.

“Yes! Yes, he will!” Azula yelled, “I told you! I told you this was a bad idea! I-…he’ll…”

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” Ty Lee promised, but Azula’s breathing remained erratic, “Did you and Zuko do any other crazy things?” She asked. Maybe talking about her brother would calm things down.

Azula nodded, “One time…while we were playing hide and seek…he tried to hide on the roof and got stuck. No one could find him for hours. Finally, I went outside and heard him yelling. We had to call the fire department to get him down.” Ty Lee laughed alongside her.

“Reminds me of me and my sisters. I’m one of six so the house was always crowded and I needed somewhere to work. My ten year old brain told me to work in the attic except I had no clue the attic door locked and I was stuck there for three hours.”

Slowly, the conversation began to turn. It went from talking about childhood events to school to crushes.

“Hey.” Ty Lee looked over at Azula, a gesture that probably meant nothing seeing as how it was incredibly dark in the tunnel, “What do you think of the Chan?”

“That idiot jock who sits behind me in class. What about him?” Ty Lee asked.

“I think he’s…cute.” Azula admitted. It felt so weird saying that out loud. There had never been anyone she could really talk to about this before. It did seem kind of weird to Azula to be talking about one crush with another.

“No! Azula!” Ty Lee’s head fell in her hands.

“What?”

“You can do so much better than that idiot!”

“Like who?” Azula asked.

Ty Lee opened her mouth but instantly closed it. Even in the almost total darkness it didn’t take a genius to understand that both of them were blushing. Suddenly, the door opened up, letting light fill the tunnel and revealing the face of a female servant.

“Are you two okay?”

“Amaya!” Azula called, “Thank you for letting us out.”

“Of course.” Amaya quickly bowed them left them alone.

"Well that was fun." Ty Lee chuckled, "Sorry about us getting stuck."

"It's alright. To be honest that was probably the most fun I've had in a long time."

Ty Lee beamed at her when she added, "I'm glad it was with you."

Azula looked up at the clock, 7:34, then back at Ty Lee. She bit her lip, the question was on the up of her tongue but she couldn't bring herself to say it. It was like it was stuck in her throat and no matter what she did nothing would get it out.

"I should go." Ty Lee said, "You're dad will be home soon." The girl turned from Azula and began walking towards the door but not before Azula launched out and grabbed her wrist.

"Ty Lee, wait." Her grip loosened when she realized how strongly she was holding onto her, "I...You don't have to leave yet. You could stay for a little while longer. This is a big mansion and even if you ended up staying another few hours my father would never know."

The cheerleader smiled, "Okay, but can I ask: why do you want me to stay?"

"I...I'm very good at reading people."

Okay. Not the answer Ty Lee expected her to give but she supposed she could see where the teenager was going with this, "And?" Ty Lee asked.

"I usually know what people are going to say even when I can't really see them. In the tunnel, you were going to say that you were the person I could go better with, weren't you?"

Ohhhh, she was good. Ty Lee felt her cheeks burn hot red but Azula kept her gaze. Golden eyes locked onto brown ones. In seconds, Ty Lee went through her options. She could run, she could deny it, she could ask to leave, those were all valid options. However, they weren't the ones she was leaning towards.

"Do you...Are you-“

"I'm bi." Azula admitted, "No one knows and I mean no one. I only know because my first crush was that June actress from Ride or Die." Azula chuckled.

"Now that's a choice for someone that has taste. Not Chan." Ty Lee wrinkled her face when she said his name which just made Azula laugh more.

"Sue me. My taste in guys isn't the best."

"Isn't the best? A blind and deaf straight woman would know Chan sucks."

"Hey! I like to think I have better taste than a blind and deaf straight woman."

"I don't know, Zula, you're not exactly helping your case by saying you want to date Chan."

Azula was so relaxed that the next words just slipped out of her mouth, "Would I help my case by saying I want to date you?" Both of them froze, "I-I mean...I didn't-"

"You could." Ty Lee interrupted, "And, by the way, you were right when you said I was talking about myself in the tunnel. I happen to think I'd be an extreme improvement over Chan." Azula smiled at her, walking up so that they were less than half an inch apart.

"I think so too."

"So, do you want to go on a date?" Ty Lee asked. Maybe it was a stupid question to ask, but she had to make sure.

“I’d love to.”

#azula #Ty Lee #tyzula #ATLA #ask #send me a ship and a number and I’ll write for it

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artxmisery · 1 year

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cute date idea: design a custom collar together

#autumn.txt #nsft #and then i buy it for you #mmm #thinking about it so hard #i need to put you in a collar #one you can wear whenever and think of me #you'll be so cute in it #matching collars would also be cute #but i've already got one so idk

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nero-neptune · 6 months

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made up a group of edwardian-era hockey girls, Heavily inspired by the many wintery late 19th/early 20th century photos i processed in an archive over the summer. at some point, i decided their team would be called "the hail raisers".

#it's all about texture texture texture #i'm very bad at modeling old handwriting. but just bc i've seen a lot of old handwriting doesn't mean i can replicate it :/#also- technically the vast Vast majority of any photos pre 1930 (that i worked with) were explicitly black and white #but we're gonna pretend this is some super faded autochrome!! which works bc i LOOOOVE autochrome <3<3<3 #the things i'm most proud of here are 1) the gloves and 2) the personality shining through each girl #they're bruised and bloody and gap toothed and they're ready for more!#my art #artists on tumblr #edwardian era #edwardian art #hockey #also this is more for me but- gap toothed girl is clara #alma's the formal looking one (with a crooked nose). lenore's looking dazed and confused. and dolores at the bottom right is out for blood #(also i'm preemptively blaming any 'off' proportions on the fact that they're wearing bulky sorta-oversized winter clothes)#(also also- drawing old fashioned hair was fun. they kinda just did whatever as long as it's in a particular shape)#(also also also- i enjoyed drawing injuries. for better or worse i think of 'injuries' whenever i think 'hockey'.#now. would you photograph edwardian-era girls beat up to hell? idk. but check out the 1890s princeton students post-snowball fight photo!)

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icewindandboringhorror · 11 months

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I got these shoes from someone recently but thought they were way too plain looking, so I set out on a quest to customize them with some sharpies and charms and miscellaneous ribbon I had in my craft drawers. Mostly sky themed (clouds, rainbows, rain, stars, etc.) because that's my favorite aesthetic, but I had to include some cat imagery as well, of course lol.

#also honestly had NO IDEA that real converse have that star logo on the INSIDE not the outer part??? why the hell would you want it on the #inner portion where nobody can see it?? my entire life I always would have sworn it was on the outer facing portion..#I think these would be perfect IF they were just slightly taller (top part higher above ankles instead of just weird hard material digging #right into your ankle whenever you walk) and if they were actual good platforms. they're so short. It's good that 'chunky' shoes are gettin #more popular as they've always been my favorite Look ever since I had these shoes with roller skates that pop out of thebottom (not heelys.#but like. before those. it was two whole entire roller skate wheels like a normal pair of roller skates) and the bottoms were so tall and #clunky and it made my feet look giant (because it had.. entire wheels in the bottom pockets lol). so #I've alwatys been into the aesthetic but . still I find a lot of the 'brands jumping on trend' are too short of platforms #OR they're plafrorms with a raised back/heel/wedge which to me is not aesthetically good and also makes them exceptionally uncomfortable to #wear compared to just plain completely flat chunky platform bottoms. ANYWAY.. if these shoes had a 3 or 4 inch platform I think they'd be #cooler. however for what they are it's still fine! and I like them more now that they actually have some sort of anything to them and #aren't just plain white. The weird thing is that the material it's made out of (maybe some sort of leather or something) absorbs sharpie?#the color changes over time. You draw a mark and then leave it for a few days and it either fades into being barely there or has changed #colors. so I had to go back in and redo parts. ALSO the shoe chains are so funny because I did NOT have the right tools for them #I don't have the stuff to make bracelets or open and close the little rings. they're held onto the shoe with just safety pins and the actua #little rung things that hold the charms on half of them are like broken or the metal is just jam smushed together bent and warped hhbjhjhb #I actually like the back a lot where there's the irridecent star thing hot glued on there. it's cool and shiny. and the clouds #are sparkly on the main parts of the shoe though I'm not sure how well it shows up in pictures #ANYWAY... shoegs..... If I were rich this is one of the things I would definitely custom order from craftsman #why would I spend like thousands of dollars on plain ass shoes that are just expensive because they're a Luxury Brand when I could literall #like pay people to create me custom shoes to my exact specifications?? I could have like 5 inch flat platform boots with fur andclouds #and cat shaped holes in the bottom with LEDs in them with pom pom and charms and etc. etc. etc. Like as gaudy and excessively over #decorated as I want lol.. AND they could have skates in the bottom somehow!! ghjgbhjb #this on top of all the custom wizard costumes and period clothing I would order.. Like i LOVE customizing things. I love everything in my l #life being as particualr as possible and cultivating every experience I have to meticulously meet my own specific criteria as much #as is possible. If I had the money to I would never buy something from a store again. EVERYTHING I owned from furniture to clothing #would be either made by me - or mostly - comissioned from craftsmen. custom tiles for my floors. custom bed. custom table.#even like. custom toilet. custom sinks. etc. etc. ouGGH... but yeah.. anyway... shoes..

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todayisafridaynight · 2 days

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Dude ur cosplays are genuinely so good 😭. I don't think I could cosplay anyone from RGG because I look too fem for it, but you're killing it!

AW thanks fam that means a lot :']] tbh if you really want to cosplay a character, you should go for it! even if you dont plan to go anywhere or do anything crazy, even just putting on the outfits is pretty fun :]

#snap chats #tbh ive never been super happy about doing cosplays cause i always felt like my face and whatnot never fit the charas i wanted to cosplay #though for me i just accepted that My Face And My Body is My Face And My Body and i didnt want those to stop me from cosplayin #cause it is fun to just dress up as a chara- its esp fun goin to cons and gettin recognized. once in a blue moon VLKAEVCJAELK #im too dicked to put make up on too but its so worth it .. it really does help if you feel your face isnt facing yk what i mean #like fuck man ig they were onto somethign with making make up #tbh whenever i feel awkward bout cosplaying i remind myself its just for fun and im not trying to do anything professional #i also remember this one jp girl who cosplayed mr satan from db and like. it was astounding to say the least #yk just tellin myself You Can Do What You Want Dont Worry About This Or That. easier said than done i know JVLKJVKLA #BUT baby steps. all of this said and done i cant wait to actually properly show my daigo and mine cosplays aka include my face #i have to make a silly post around convention time cause i still dont know who to go as so ima need audience input ig💀💀#see now i wanna test wear my daigo stuff again ..#i dont think ill go to animenyc as aoki but idk if ill go as chairman either and if i do do i want to grow my hair out for that ?#my hair's already almost at that point but. //shrug// i have until the end of august LOL #anyways. enough cosplay prattle from me LAKJLVKAJ i enjoy it too much <- take note of the ninety rgg outfits in my closet

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you got waxed every so often, and when you did, suguru would pay for them, drop you off, pick you up, and everything.

even though your pussy was bald, suguru hated when you got waxed because he couldn’t fuck you right after, and you were so tempting.

you would wear this cute little outfit that was breathable, and he would want to pounce on you right then and there, but you would hit him with the same thing every time…

“we can't, baby, for 24 hours.” and he’ll hit his head into the steering wheel repeatedly; he hates that shit.

one time he was genuinely curious, so when the both of you came back to him, he waited it out for a couple of hours, then went for it.

dragging you into the bedroom and stripping your clothes off.

“i just want to look chill.” that is NOT what he just wanted to do; he was testing his luck and yours.

once he saw your pussy and how pretty it looked, he couldn’t hold back, even if he ended up changing his mind and being obedient to what you said.

of course, you pleaded with him and whimpered and whined for him to listen to what your wax lady said, but once his mouth was latched on your pussy, those thoughts were in the trash and your fingers were in his hair.

his tongue swirling all around your folds to your clit and flicking it, then lightly sucking on it eagerly. there it was, your familiar taste floating throughout his mouth, and to him, it tasted even better.

his hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a light squeeze, then taking his thumb and index finger and rubbing your nipples.

moans and moans slipping out of your mouth, it felt so good, like he was licking throughout your body.

he was down between your legs for thirty minutes, taking in your taste, and your fluids were dripping down his mouth and his chin.

“i knew it; you tasted better right after.” after he says this, he unzips his pants, lines himself up quickly before you can protest, and slips himself inside your dripping pussy.

you’re dripping all around and down his shaft; he’s practically spasming from how good you feel and how soft his favorite girl is down there.

he wastes no time before pushing into you over and over again, your head all over the place to even say anything, nor did you care, because he was fucking you too good.

whenever he was sliding out of you, your walls clung onto him while still being wet enough to

making him want to cum right then and there.

“don’t… ever tell me... i can’t fuck this pussy after,he says before he fully slams into you again, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’re numbing.

and you’re just out of it, taking everything he’s giving to you; it feels way too good for him to stop.

“whose pussy is this?” pushing into you deeper and bringing his hand up to smack your ass, the pain and pleasure making you moan.

“yours! fuck, it’s yours!” is all you can say without thinking. with no final thoughts, he cums inside you, the cum slowly filling you up.

“it’s mine. we’re not waiting 24 hours anymore.” and you didn’t.

after every appointment, he obliterated your pussy, and you loved it.

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