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gojoroui · 28 days

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what do your moots remind you of?

tysm for turning this in nonnie, i was really exited to try this <3 & the fact i thought i had NO MOOTS when i literally have like 33 💀

@wvnrqs — ribbons & bows, old newspapers, pretty swans, tulips, bubbles during a summer day, vintage books

@ode2rin — cats, plushies, desserts, pillow sheets, clouds during a sunset, slice of life vlogs

@yuzurins — chirping birds in pretty meadows, bubble tea, spring mornings, green tea, flowers, plants

@okkalo — golden coins, rainbows, duckies, cardigans, soft breeze at night, lakes, cherries

@noomon — the sun, diaries, simple yet beautiful things, love letters, projectors, mini fireworks

@yoisami — serenity, raindrops falling down a window, youth, modeling posters, strawberries, bunnies

@mikareo — twinkling stars, lattes, romance k dramas, museum of arts, recording studios, eclipse

@rinzsu — instagram posts, cookies, snowman, masquerade balls, photo albums, the beach

@hanrinz — stars, k-pop concerts, snowflakes, headphones, mini skirts, candles on a rainy day

@rosequarzo — japanese folktale, lucky money, headphones, fantasize by ariana grande, toast, waking up at 2am for a snack

@adoregojo — modern universities, polaroids, black & white manga, hairclips, milk tea, bonnets

@riekiss — winter wonderland, snow angels, jewelry, dolphins bumping noses, mini skirts, slowly plucking petals off a flower

@popponn — frogs ofc, matcha, perfectly healthy & straight grass, keroppi, bootcut jeans, chanel soap

@rewh0re — autumn leaves, wooden instruments, music notes, greek & rome mythology, poetry, sacred monuments

@y2kuromi — sand castles, colorful ice cream flavors, perfect pair by beabadoobee, staying up to talk with friends until 1am, pretty seashells, butterflies

@pokkomi — glitter & sparkles, staring at clouds, fantasy genre, cargos, hello kitty, angels

@yunymphs — models, laufey, coquette aesthetic, anything gucci, attractive girls, money

@520cafe — sparrows, cats chasing after yarn strings, thirsty by aespa, picture frames, rice with soy sauce, playlists

@etoiile — lipstick, fashion, staring at the starry night sky, french cookies, milk, daisies

@moonswolfie — coffee, studying with a candlelight during a rainy day, scarves, autumn breeze, biscuits, puppies

@kyoghurts — saturn, friendly aliens, lipstick stains on a white shirt, peach eyes by wave to earth, carp streamers, chalk

@kxttqi — lilies, sunrise & sunsets, lion cubs, melting candles, strawberries, pretty instagram posts

@kaiser1ns — book shelves, j-pop, cheesecake, birthday streamers, lucky money, tigers

@rninies — aventurine, unforgiven by le sserefim, pochacco, mangoes, flip phones, figurine boxes

@iluvies — kaomoji, koi ponds, expensive restaurants, red velvet cake, pottery, bunnies that have their nose scrunched up

@lovedazai — sweet bananas, lily of the valley, bouquet of roses, the smell when you walk into a bakery, prom nights, fairytales

@scopuo — jjk theme song, video games, dvds, tote bags, japanese apartments, thrift stores

@culturity — watching edits at 3am, stargirl, cleared remix by lilithzplug, nokia phone, laces, ramen

@myuroll — my melody, rubber duckies, alice from wonderland, koi fishes, cake rolls, the feeling when when someone gives you a compliment

@noirflms — flower petals, cherry blossoms, coquette clothing, hoodies, pinterest whispers, apocalypse by cigs after sex

@wishmemel — wish me mell, chocolate covered strawberries, the moon, pretty nails, new york at night, mcdonald’s chicken nuggets

@saelique — ocean waves, san-x, doves, kindergarteners (bc ur cute & fun ^^), friends to lovers trope, headphones, staying in bed for 5 more minutes b4 school

@yeritos — pudding, iced coffee, pearl necklaces, mesmerizing color palettes, skipping rocks, mary jane shoes, lamp

#letters ꕤ ˚₊⊹

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stxrslut · 2 months

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i have been summoned:

john b pulling you into his lap and having you ride his thigh while hanging out with everyone because “nobody’s gonna notice anyways, just keep your eyes on me- thaaats it, i know it feels good”

xoxo- 🦢

ughhh this is so UGHH. always coming up with the best johnb prompts swan nonnie <3

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“shhhh,” he kisses your temple when you let a small whimper slip out “you’re okay sweetie, you’re okay.”

his warm hand rests on the small of your back, subtly guiding you as you grind your pantie-clad cunt on his leg, the others being too preoccupied with mission planning to notice.

it had been a long day, and you had been stretched thin anxiety wise, by the time everyone was back at the chateau John b had no choice but to let you slip into your softer headspace.

your boyfriend lifts his leg up slightly to stimulate you more as he contributes his own little ideas to the conversation, “no they’ll be expecting to go through the back, we should go through the side entrance.”

jj eventually catches on to what’s happening when he hears one too many whines from you, he’s about to call it out, “uhh, John b.. are you-”but he drops it when your boyfriend shakes his head.

you barely even notice this interaction, as you are much to preoccupied with your upcoming orgasm.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

#🦢 anon ☾#john b prompt #star writes ⚡︎

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khaire-traveler · 2 months

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hi! i hope you’re doing well!

i’ve been wondering about something and haven’t really gotten a good answer anywhere, how do i know if the gods are speaking to me? specifically if i ask them about something (like permission for something, etc.), how do i know if they say yes or no?

i’m sorry if this is a dumb question or if i worded this badly! have a good day!

Hey, Nonny, thanks for the ask!

The question you're asking is most easily answered through divination, in my opinion. Divination offers more of a chance to have back-and-forth conversations with deities. Other methods of communication can allow for this as well, such as the one discussed in this post (focuses on direct communication) that I enjoy or this post (focuses on meditation). Regarding divination methods, here is a post from my pinned post that has a list of resources on the topic.

Something else you can do is ask for a sign in a prayer. I have tried this, and although I do get answers, they don't make as much sense to me as just doing divination, personally, so know that it's not a fool-proof method. You can ask for signs in any medium - dream signs, symbolism signs (e.g. "send me a swan if..."), signs from other people (e.g. someone bringing something up in conversation), among other things. This is a post about how to tell if a deity has sent you a sign that's pretty beginner-friendly.

The most important thing to remember is that, like humans, deities can have a variety of communication styles. What matters is figuring out which style your deities will communicate best with (with you still understanding their message). Some deities prefer to send physical omens, such as birds, animals, and even their sacred symbols. These can come in the forms of a bird flying overhead, a sticker on the back of someone's car, or even finding an object related to that deity, as some examples. Some deities prefer to send metaphysical signs, such as dreams, feeling a certain energy in your surroundings, and having the urge to do something out of the ordinary. These can come in the forms of having dreams that mention the deity, sensing an energetic presence in your space that sticks out to you, or feeling called to give your deity an unusual offering, as some examples. These are just some examples of potential communication styles you might come across, but they're by no means an exhaustive list.

Telling if the gods have sent an answer your way takes a lot of practice, but as you deepen your deity relationships, you'll find it'll become easier to tell how your deities communicate with you. Deity communication tends to vary from person to person which is likely why you haven't found a good answer yet. It's dependent on you and what makes the most sense sense to you, and if you don't know what that is yet, don't be afraid to play around with different methods to find out! I hope this answer helps. Take care, and have a great day/night. <3

#anon asks #answered asks #deity communication

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munsster · 2 years

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hii! i love ur writing so much i just had to request for my best girl <33 (this is a bit long & angsty sorry HDJSAHD) could u maybe do robin x gn!reader where they're bestfriends and the reader has a crush on robs but hasn't told her yet, and the reader is sorta in max's situation but when vecna attacks them they don't make it and unfortunately dies and a few days later robin was looking at the readers stuff and finds a love letter/confession letter for her? thank uu!! <3

redeem the cursed

A/N: wuf nonnie, the ANGST. don’t ask me about canon……… the rules are off in this one, fellas. (also rereading the request, i might’ve missed some of the details? sorry about that in advance!!)

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sometimes, the right words have their way of coming out at just the right times. Sometimes. 2.7k words.

Warnings: ST4 VOL1/2 SPOILERS, Angst, character death, vecna being a little bitch/a straight up bitch, cursing, pining, grief, canon level gore

"How're you feeling?"

Robin rubs her palm along the hunch of your back, your neck craned down, eyes fixed on your untied laces where you sit on Nancy Wheeler's couch while the rest of them root around upstairs. You’ve known about the symptoms for a day, and an hour ago you saw something you didn’t know how to comprehend. It struck, and she was the first to notice the glazed over, far off look in your eye.

“So far? Teetering.”

You’d been holed up in your room since then. Furiously going through a new package of black pens, pinky smudged with the ink even now. But you saw a massive, alien creature and heard a voice and lost your shit, rambling to her over the phone. She begged you to come along after you swore and swore into the landline’s muffled microphone. And finally agreed. But being around her didn’t make this any less difficult.

“Teetering?”

“Might puke, might pass out. Fucking exhausted,” you sigh, looking up at her as she perches on the armrest, folding her fingers between yours, and leaning her cheek on your knuckles.

“Don’t go dark on me now, buttercup, still gotta see the world, right?”

“Right,” you chuckle.

“Just… think about Paris, right? The swans, the lights, no more Hawkins.” She opens your palm across her cheek with a grin, and you can’t help but smile back at her shred of hope.

“No more Hawkins,” you parrot softly, leaning your temple against her thigh.

Steve clops down the stairs, whistling, and the kids perk up when he orders, “C’mon, let’s go, in the car”—he points to you—“You’re comin’ with me. Babysitting duty. Robin: go get changed.”

“Yessir,” she teases, patting his back as he bounds put the door, swinging his keys around his finger. She peers down at you, tilting her head and pulling you to stand right in front of her. So close, count her pretty freckles. “Stay safe. Love you.”

And you take a deep breath. Her hand comes to your chin, and you hope to God she’s not just inspecting you. That she’s really looking this time. That she could feel the same ache in her chest that you do each time she laughs. That her heart beats a little faster at your mindless innuendos or when she sees you pop through the Family Video door.

“I love you, too, comet. Try not to go insane while I’m gone.” And she laughs and turns when Nancy calls for her.

“No promises! Keep us updated,” she chirps, waving goodbye.

“Sure thing.”

Kicking at the shoebox you set under the driver’s seat, you wish everything would go back to normal. You wish you could take a nap and wake up and spring break will be over and you won’t feel this sinking terror anymore. Max holds your hand between her thigh and yours, and her head rests against your shoulder. You close your eyes, and Steve pulls the beamer across the gravel in front of Max’s house. It births a thick grey cloud, and you hop out of the car. Max takes off running from behind you and up her steps.

Steve rolls down his window when you lean against the car door.

“How you holdin’ up back there? Would’ve let you ride shotgun, but Henderson called it, and I am a man of my word,” he teases, leaning across the sill to squint up at you.

You chuckle.

“I respect it. Every driver needs his co-pilot,” you sigh, “besides, I promised to see Max through this shit show. Anything to help the kid out.”

He nods and sits back, fiddling with the lock and humming to the low radio.

“You wish Robin invited you along, huh?”

You click your tongue and duck your head, laughing when he pokes your side and beams up at you before sidling back into his seat.

“I mean, the kids are great, don’t get me wrong but… obviously, I love spending as much time with her as possible,” you mumble. But he doesn’t laugh or console or anything. His breathing goes shallow and dragged out. And you turn to look at him when he licks his lips.

“So ridiculous… don’t you think now’s a good time to give it up?” he says with a casual shrug, but he doesn’t look at you, even when he goes on, just staring straight ahead, “you’re helpless, admit it. The world is ending, and if she didn’t love you before, she never will.”

“Steve, what are you… what’re you talking about?”

Your heart sinks because that’s not Steve. You glare at him, and suddenly he snaps. And in a deep voice that’s not his own, with eyes devoid and cloudy, he grumbles out, “You’re still waiting? After all this time. You never learn, do you?”

You cover your mouth and sob, trying to stumble away from the car when he gets out, but you trip on a rock and scrape your elbow scrambling across the ground. That’s not Steve. His once young face morphed into slime and veins and sunken eyes.

“Pathetic. You see why you belong with me now, don’t you? Because no one else will accept you. Your friends don’t care about you. You can’t run from it. No matter how hard you try, you’re better off crawling back to me.”

“That’s not true,” you pant, blood staining the sleeve of your shirt, ripping further down the seam when he catches you by the arm. And his claws dig against your skin, spewing fire through your marrow.

“Stop lying to yourself.”

“Steve!” you shout, “Robin, please!”

But it echoes back in a screech, a whine, demented and ringing as the sky bleeds a thick red. Spiraling out through low hanging clouds that swirl and spin and get stuck in your throat. He laughs, deep and harsh, lifting you off the ground and tossing you back against a slick, crawling pillar.

“She does not need you. She never did,” he says with a wet gushing when you scream again. “You could be free from this. All of this. Guilt. Futility. This is your destiny. This is how it ends.”

Against your own will, kicking and squirming, you rise up the pole, face to face with one of the cheerleaders in your english class. Her mouth is cracked open, and tears spring in your eyes when the creature creeps closer and your back slides further upward. And the pressure on your spine is crushing. You can barely breathe with a vine wrapped around your waist.

“Let me go,” you huff. But the air is punched from your lungs and your arms are tugged taut.

“Stop resisting. You cannot win. Just like she cannot love you.”

And when resisting becomes too hard, you surrender. His long fingers creep into view, blocking out the low red light beaming from above.

“Please,” you squeak. But there’s no more fight left. It drains from you, and shock leaves you senseless. Numb to the crackling of your own broken bones. His eyes flash between his knobby knuckles, and you feel the vomit swarming in your throat. And everything goes dark.

There’s a voice calling your name right before it’s over. Muffled and distant, metallic, almost shrill. Chanting your name and shaking your shoulders, but the world is dark. In fact, there’s no world at all. Just the absence of it.

Steve waits to tell Robin. Lets her believe you went home safe, decided the action wasn’t for you. But he knows the truth flew into the air and crashed into his arms, limp and cold, and he was shuddering and sniffling when they carried you to the trunk. It felt brutal, and no one spoke on the way to the graveyard. Steve took care of your body even when Hawkins shattered at the threading. Split into quarters, shockwaves of plasma and light.

And when slippery onyx tentacles strapped Robin to the wall, he thought it was the end. He couldn’t let her die without knowing the truth. So he told her. From across the room, he hollered it, with tears in his eyes, he watched her face fall. A frown tugging and pulling. Her muscles going soft even stretched across the mansion’s crumbling wall. The panic set in. It was life or death for her, and you didn’t have a choice. You were seconds away from knowing how to stop him. She wasn’t there to save you. She could have saved you.

The gym was crowded. Bustling and broken arms and legs and leftover clothes from old money families. His face steels when he reads your letter in the back seat of his car. And it takes him twenty minutes to steady his breathing. And even after the fact, his chest flutters, ready to sob walking across the squealing gym floor.

“Hey,” Steve huffs, cheeks damp with a small shoebox tucked under his arm, other hand holding a plain white envelope with no address and no stamps. Just her name. In haphazard cursive across the back.

“I think this is for you.”

“You wrote me a letter? C’mon, Steve. Read the damn room—”

“Not from me.” He chokes and has to turn away when Robin glances down at the envelope pinched between his fingers. She takes it and sits down on one of the empty cots, scanning and scanning and fussing over your finical handwriting and the scrawl of the last ink your pen could spit out. She closes her eyes and flips open the unsealed lip, still sticky but not wet. Inside, there’s a folded piece of lined paper nestled neatly into the bottom edge of the pocket.

And she slips it out. And unfolds the paper, chuckling because both sides are inky and a little smudged, and the creases are set down the middle. Nearly torn. Like you spent hours tirelessly folding and unfolding and folding the sheet, studying your own writing like it might change last second. Like the things you write will become any less you if you blink hard enough.

She takes a shuddering breath in reading the first word squeezed against the top left corner.

Buckley,

I hope this letter finds you well but who the fuck knows considering it's the end times. I mean, Hawkins has always been like those old rollercoasters they lug around every summer, all rusty and unpredictable and always about to hurl you head first into the afterlife. I remember heading down to the fairgrounds every fourth of July and begging you to go on the Zipper with me. You would remind me how much I hated it last year and warn me over and over, but you always spent your four tickets just for me to be clinging to you by the end. Definitely on the verge of puking all that cotton candy up. God, it was so easy to live back then. To just be alive and still breathing and have that be enough. I miss it.

Sorry I took so long to write your letter. I know you always loved the suspense. All that ‘will they, won't they’ romcom bullshit. But enough of the waiting. I'll tell you why it took so long, and it's not because I'm a tease or a wuss or whatever. I just didn't know what to say. Or what to write, I guess. All I knew is it had to be perfect, but I had nothing to say. I'd put pen to paper and end up with a bin full of sappy openers scribbled on leftover card stock. Finally figured notebook paper would be easier to manage. Trust me when I say it's so goddamn hard to keep my lines straight. Anyways, back to my last chance Armageddon sob story.

I guess I should start from the beginning (ironic, isn't it?). It was my first day at Hawkins middle, sitting next to the girl wearing baggy cutoffs with her hair all wild and thinking, 'maybe moving away from home won't be so bad after all' because you smiled and offered me a piece of bright pink bubblegum, and the rest is history. The next seven years were just me borrowing your new tapes and lying around in my room and scouring the corner store on Fridays, and yet I can still distinguish every single day from the next. You made 'em all special, Buckley.

I tried to write this one first, you know. Spent hours and hours trying to figure it out, but nothing sounded right. Nothing could ever top John Hughes’ scripture. Everything I wrote sounded so monotonous. Felt like one of the infinite monkeys, but I couldn't get anywhere near Shakespeare expertise. Not for you, at least. You make me nervous even in spirit. Need a goddamn twelve step every time you're not around. Call me cheesy, but it's true. It's crazy the way you never failed to make me feel wanted, and now I don't know what there's left to say. I mean, these are my last words. Technically.

So, I guess, here goes nothing. (Sorry in advance for the gag-worthy soliloquy; I know it's ridiculous):

I love you. And if I said it out loud, I know you'd say it back, but you wouldn't get it. It'd be a joke thing like 'ha ha, yeah, babe, gnarly as hell, love you, too,' and I know you always meant well, but I meant it. I meant it like I couldn't go a single day without seeing your face or hearing your voice or asking Harrington about you. Like I'd feel all out of place, and then I'd pull into your driveway and this massive weight would be lifted off my shoulders. You're magic, Buckley, I need you to know that. I've had a crush on you since that first day. I made every excuse in the book for seven years to follow you around like a puppy dog hoping one day you'd throw me a bone. (In fact, I'm still riding on that 'right people, wrong time' excuse). I'm sorry I didn't say something before it was too late for us.

And I'm sorry for all the plans we made together. I'm sorry I won't get to see you graduate. I'm sorry for all the times I didn't pick up the phone, and I'm sorry for being so stubborn. I'm sorry for being a shitty person most of the time. I'm sorry I kept you waiting, and I'm sorry for leaving. But most of all, I'll be sorry for the rest of my life that I never got to tell you how I felt in person.

But trust me, I will not be sorry for our time. And I will not be sorry for knowing you. I mean, really knowing you. There's nothing like it. You're my comfort zone and safety blanket and trust exercise, and I know all of my secrets are safe in that bottomless vault of yours. Honestly, there's no one I'd rather be in love with. I know, one day, you're gonna make someone feel so important. Just promise me you'll let yourself love and be loved in return. It's the meaning of life, comet, and who are we to neglect our purpose?

Even though ours is something I wanted to last forever, sometimes you just don’t get that lucky. No matter how desperate you end up by the end. I used to curse Hawkins, and now I guess Hawkins has cursed me, huh? Gave me all these awesome memories and people—and you—only to screw me over within a decade, and I probably won't even get a proper goodbye in. Well, this is it: goodbye. Don't forget about me, okay? Actually, more importantly, don't forget about you. I hope you make it out alive. If I can’t, I want you to. For me. I swear on all of it: out of everyone in this shitty little town, I'm gonna miss you most. So you better get back out there. And I promise I’ll wait for you. So take your time because there's no one like you, Buckley. I'm serious.

Can't wait to see you again,

your favorite loser and number one fan

P.S. if you forget our handshake, I'm haunting you forever. XOXO!

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inevitably-johnlocked · 9 months

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hello!

I've been following you for a while, you've been doing gods work, truly amazing!

i was wondering if there are any 'swan lake' themed johnlock fics somewhere? Tchaikovsky's theme has been rampant in my head this week, and it got me curious.

Cheers!

Hey Nonny!

Ahhh, you're welcome!! Means the world to me that you enjoy my stuff!!

Ahhhh, I only know of one series with 3 fics that I think you will enjoy! :)

The Swan Triad Series by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Lake AU || Magical / Fairy Tale AU, Romance, Falling in Love, Pining, Psychological Torture, Transformation) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers' attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer.

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If anyone has any others, please do add them!

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #swan lake au

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spaceorphan18 · 1 month

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I’ve just read the last Anon - Britanna fans hate the Bram relationship in season 4, not the Datana one, which is season 5. It’s the Britanna Sam of it all that they find insulting.

Ah, okay, that makes slightly more sense.

I will say - what was it, Swan Song? There's that whole Brittany speech where she basically tells the lesbian bloggers to fuck off and I do think that Ryan and Co went a little too far with that one.

I think Sam and Brittany are fine, though. And really, why couldn't they give Santana other people to date - girl is hot, yo, let her get some!

And you guys should know - I have zero issues with Brittana. I just have zero attachment to them as a couple.

But I do think, unfortunately for the fans, Brittana often felt like an after thought for the writers. And if I had to guess, if it hadn't been for a huge push by fandom, once Heather Morris left, they may not have gotten them back together at all. They had the most stable and mature break up of the big three, and the narrative allowed the characters to move on.

They get very little development as a couple - even in Season 3. I think Season 6 is their best season, imo.

(It doesn't help that there weren't really many female writers in the writer's room.)

Which leads me to another thought -- I can see why, if you're here for Brittana and that ship only, I definitely see why you may prefer earlier seasons.

I guess -- thinking back to the prior convo -- it's not that I've never gotten it, because I have, I just -- think people are quick to judge things that aren't as bad when you take a longer look at them.

Ah well, thanks for the clarification, Nonny!

#that's how s.o. sees it #i'm trepidatious about tagging anything brittana #being the evil klainer that i am

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shellxrls · 1 month

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you literally have the best anons like rafe shifter and swan nonnie are so ascesxffvhgk like gurl where’d you get em??

ahaha thank you !! more credit to them than me tbh <3. i guess they just liked my blog and decided to stay 😭, but i’m very grateful for them tbh and they make my blog a much better place <33.

#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;anon #;chatting

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wily-one24 · 4 months

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Prompt: when they always feed you their last bite

Swan Queen. Thank you!

Hey Nonny, here's a blast from the past. Swan Queen snippet, just for you. <3

SELF CONTROL

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Snow did not know when it started or how.

But she did know that once she noticed, it was impossible to ignore.

Starting family dinner at Granny's was her idea, sure. It started a little awkwardly, but in the spirit of being friendly, encouraging family, and remaining steadfastly on the side of the Good Guys, they all pile into the diner and order burgers and fries or chicken or lasagne.

Apparently, her new family comes complete with her mortal enemy who has spent an inordantly long time trying to actively murder her.

But needs must.

No, what surprises Snow the most is when she sees the comfort between her daughter and her sworn enemy.

The night she watches Regina swirl the last mouthful of lasagne on her plate absently, only for her daughter to nudge the Evil Queen's shoulder, lean over and let Regina feed her almost makes Snow choke on her hospitality.

And it doesn't happen just once.

It doesn't matter what it is. Emma will happily lean over and chew bits of pancake off Regina's fork, slices of toast, Snow has even seen Emma drink the coffee dregs out of Regina's cup.

It's nauseating.

It makes her want to tell Emma to have some semblance of self control.

And maybe she would, if she wasn't too busy pledging to find Charming every five minutes.

#jacqui writes fic #jacqui writes tumblr prompts #aw lookit a cute little scene #anonymous #nonny

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real-galaxy-ranger · 2 months

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I have a gift!! :3 *hands Acheron over a box with a purple ribbon wrapped around. inside, there is a cute doll of Black Swan* take care of her, don't traumatize her again ;;

- :3 nonnie!!!! (I loev yuor blog :3)

"Traumatize?" Acheron grimaced. "I've kept to myself for a majority of my time here, who could've....." Her eyes widened by a slight margin, and you could easily imagine a lightbulb above her head turning on as she came to her realisation.

"The....Memokeeper, right? It wasn't my intention to harm her. I assumed that after a while, I was to take the lead in the dance. I'm not much of a dancer, but she didn't raise any complaints at her movements, so I assumed I wasn't subpar. Is it a cultural thing, perhaps? I know some cultures don't like it when their authority in some activities are undermined by by their partner.....could this be a similar case?"

Only after she finished speaking did Acheron realize the doll, held tightly in her hand the whole duration of her speech. Her gripped dramatically loosened almost immediately, as she stared into the replica of her dance partner. It's eyes seemed sweet yet all knowing, nothing like the fearful expression it's real self had given her after Acheron finished the.....tango, was it? A waltz, perhaps?

"Thank you." The words came out quieter then before, as if Acheron was uncertain of what to say, of just how to express her thanks. "It....she.....you seem to have put a lot of time into this. You have my gratitude."

#(i saw a comment on reddit saying acheron is an anmesic horror mr bean and i don't know much about him but it feels accurate)#(also thank you!! honestly pretty proud of this blog lmao)#hsr rp #star rail rp #honkai star rail rp #hsr acheron #acheron #if you have no mouth how can you scream #everywhere i go i see their face #real-galaxy-ranger

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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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i’m trying to do some work (but i’m actually distracted by animal crossing) but a thought just came to mind

black swan rewarding is when we finish something important (like a work task).

whenever you finish something she smiles so sweetly and says “i’m so proud of you, darling. now, what should you get as a reward… hm… do wish for a kiss, or more?”

and then we get rewarded … hehe

or on the alternative, aventurine distracting us from work cause he needs attention (he is needy).

“c’mon… just one kiss!”

“aventurine, i literally just kissed you and i need to finish this—”

two ways this could go:

aventurine gets put in his place for being so needy,

aventurine punishes you for ignoring him for so long (does not matter that it’s important work. he would drop everything for you… so…)

anyway i’m a lil distracted. only a littleeee

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hello parrot nonnie, spadey nonnie asked you to be friends, it's an ask before this one :3

LOL, I hope you enjoyed your animal crossing, work can wait, animal crossing & black swan & aventurine come first <3

that's very cute tho, yall heavy on a praise and rewards here, huh? But, I can definitely see that. Black Swan would reward your hard work and even help you out when and if she can, while Aventurine is like...a menace. Black Swan is a sweet black cat, Aventurine is a menace orange cat and we are ... something, either a golden retriever or something even cuter LOL, I like that dynamic a lot :D

aventurine would just continue to annoy you until you give in for sure, he is a persistent man who needs attention. Loser lover boy 💜 he may punish you only if Black Swan allows it 🫡

#muse answers #muse's anons 💜#🦜 anon 💜#i get distracted a lot w thinking about them dont you worry i get you nonnie

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madame-fear · 10 days

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#HELLO SWAN NONNIE NICE TO SEE YOU HERE ♡#swan nonnie <33 #swan anon #┆ ⤿ 💌 come chat with amira .ᐟ ୭ #lovely anons <3 #ask box messages #ask box open #ask box #✧.* amiraverse

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osachiyo · 3 months

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OMG HOW MANY PULLS DID YOU GET FOR BLACK SWAN??? literally pulled for her 80 times and still don't got her😭 switch with my blade rn i need her so bad 😖✋✋

hey nonnie ! i got her at like 76 pulls lol AND NO KEEP UR BLADE PLS I WOULD LIKE TO KEEP MY QUEEN </3

#౨ৎ — mail・#౨ৎ — unknown user・

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(sorry for the length.) Slightly isolated from other components, we’ve been thinking about izzy and class lately. he’s obviously a very working class man, that’s kind of his whole thing, but there’s certainly an element of it that’s driving him and Edward apart too, not just in his hatred of stede. (1/?)

stede bonnet, sure he hates the man- for what he’s done to edward, whichever face you take it on, but Also for stede’s disdain and lack of respect for Izzy’s world on the whole, the way he sees it. stede breaks not just the toxic masculinity rules that get pointed out a lot, but the very real spoken and unspoken rules he simply doesn’t like, the ones that matter very much to Izzy’s world. (2/)

Don’t fight with other pirates, dont screw over anyone you can’t kill, don’t display your weakness, don’t blur the line between chain of command and friends, Respect that chain of command and respect ownership of places and the way that system works, - both with Jackie’s Bar and the taking of The Revenge- take care of your crew by hiring people who can take care of themselves, and penultimately, respect Death. (3)

it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that izzy sees stede coming in, and not only badly affecting Edward but also spitting in the face of every rule that both keeps izzy alive and runs his world, disdainful of the class barrier he’s playing sandbox in. edward and stede are both playing, to some extent, desperately trying to ‘amuse’ themselves while izzy is trying to stay and keep alive and Earn that living. (4)

stede’s going to get his whole crew killed, the first time him and ed meet, and edward gets several of their own crew killed instead, so they can both keep playing, while izzy has Got to be registering the pattern that piracy was historically supposed to escape- we’re not dying for the ‘betters’ who don’t give a shit about us, fuck them we can rule ourselves- (5)

and then getting aboard the revenge where both captains are getting crew killed for their own whims once more, rather than the peoples chain of command and quite frankly, izzy didnt sign up for this shit, and certainly not to play gentry with stede bonnet. the show has talked about it a bit- oluwande and jim and stede, frenchies past, Edward and his mother. (6)

but the role specifically of, ‘ we carved Blackbeard from our own skins to make this into armor and Survive, and now not only does this guy turn his nose up at everything we do, but you both act like it was never necessary in the first place’- it’d have to be fucking infuriating. (7/7 thank you)

Nonnie, this looks long because you had to split it up for Tumblr, but I promise it is not as long as some of the asks I've received, and I am always happy to receive things like this!

Anyway, nonnie, my gods. You have absolutely nailed this. I always come back to that conversation Oluwande has with Stede too, the one where he explains that Stede might be having a grand time cosplaying pirate because he wants to, but he and Jim are doing it because neither of them have any other options, and it's easy to interpret from there (and from how they all are) that this goes for everyone else on the crew too, unless otherwise stated.

It makes sense that Izzy would be pissed off by Stede swanning in and making it all about him and making Ed feel like he has other options (does he? does he actually?)

I would also like to argue that Stede came in and changed Edward. I've already talked about how Ed very clearly masks, but more than that he hyperfixated on Stede to such an extent he no longer cared about keeping his own crew alive. He was so focused on meeting and impressing Stede that he sacrificed multiple crewmembers of his own ship with nothing more than a shrug and a, "Well, they're pirates, they signed up for this."

Like, no? They did not sign up to die to save Stede Bonnet, far from it, and frankly Izzy would see that side of it rather strongly too: none of them wanted to live or die for rich ponces who pushed them around, so they signed up to work with Blackbeard who uh had them die for a rich ponce--

The class dynamics between Izzy and Stede are so important to their conflict, ugh!!

Nonnie, this ask was excellent. Never apologize for its length.

#ask #anonymous #stede bonnet #izzy hands #ofmd

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