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knowlesian · 2 years

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Stede tells the crew: "We'll talk it through as a crew" and he gets them to be emotionally open and honest with him and with each other, but he can't bring himself to do the same. He gets Ed to open up to him in a sobbing meltdown but he's a closed book.

I think the first (and possibly only) time in the show that Stede ever actually talks about his own feelings is on the beach: "You make Stede happy."

THIS IS VERY TRUE

and since i have a couple minutes i want to talk about stede and trauma responses.

because stede's got a lot going on, re: the reasons he makes some pretty poor choices throughout the run of the show; he's got a touch of narratively ironic main character syndrome, he's preeeeeeetty fucking non-neurotypically coded, his wealth and material comfort have kept him from noticing the larger state of the world, the hilarious snippy retorts parts of him are hilarious and snippy, etc.

but on top of that: we've met his fucking dad. i don't really want to speculate past what canon showed us, but i'd say he absolutely qualifies as emotionally abusive, and we know he sent stede off to sad alone little rich boy school at some point.

we get zero indication stede has experienced even the barest attempts at emotional support until mary offers them, at which point he's like 'what is this... telling people deeply personal things about you that you speak of??? and then people don't take those things and laugh at you??? they want to help you??? seems sus, i would rather go read a book and/or run away to sea like a small child lugging his backpack of fruit snacks down to the park. also when i tried to tell you about horses with kind eyes you didn't understand what i was trying to do there and i felt slighted, so thanks to my upbringing i have taken that miscommunication and hung onto it and even if i don't know it, it's playing into why i won't take you up on your very kind and well-communicated offer to alleviate my pain. i am A LOT. it's sad, it's realistic, but oh man. it's hard dealing with me and it's hard BEING me. tell you the truth, i don't like it much either. or myself! weird, that.'

this man makes me want to CRY.

anyway: stede grew up with a father who looked him in the face and said: you suck. you deserve no kindness, which is handy because i will never show it to you! and if you don't get used to that level of cruelty in the place that should feel safest from the person the world says is taking care of you, you are not gonna make it out of this shit alive.

stede made it the fuck out. he cut himself into pieces and shoved himself into boxes and learned to shut his fucking mouth and not expect kindness, so when people offer it to him he doesn't trust it.

hell. i'm not even sure he knows what kindness is, before he takes his fruit snacks and his backpack and runs away to the sea.

i truly do love this show.

#my ofmd meta #okay now to like. do an adult thing. a chore! who knows #the world is my responsibility oyster

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meirimerens · 1 year

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hey sorry i AUHBi saw you reblogged my post and i went crazy autistic for a moment. im so gladthat THE Stamatin Twin artist approves of my peter doodle i literally almost screamed out loud. sorry i. dont want to be weird i just got really happy and YEAH thank you man your stuff is great :) (the mgs too, i rlly loved your kaz deathiversary comic)

also umm. question while im here...opinions on transfem rubin? :3 (if you have any. me n my friends just rubbed our noggins together and agreed on it but we dont know Why. so i was curious if anyone else has this hc)

TEEHEE GIGGLE well well now now i'm only one of many... one of multiple... multiple(s)...? i guess it comes with the trade... the twins are like beautiful pet moths. chewing through the linens... etc etc... the walls and shit too they're crazy about it. they're normal when you think about it. i'd do that too! i would. and teehee.... 🫶 i loved doing this years kaz's deathversary comic... fan of putting ocelot through situations... sorry... he's just so puttinginsituationsable.... WHELP! in the washing machine of plots and scenes you do.

and i don't know what to tell you on that brother it's the same thing as when people come ask me "what's your opinion on [ship i've never shown interest in]" like at some point i feel like i sound like a broken record. i will have the same response everytime and i have for years for the many times i've been asked. it's not a headcanon i espouse personally for myself and i think it's. pretty clear from what i'm drawing and writing but you can do whatever you want we ball. the point is that we ball. the point of the game is that we ball. the point of the game is that it is about interpretations and perspectives like In The Text. Narratively. WE BALL! rubin is whatever you want rubin to be. he's everyone's little plushie. we are engaging in parallel play... together... etc

#for example i am taking the peter plushie and putting his ass in the washing machine i am #i love you i do and i'm so glad you're having fun but one day i'm gonna make a collage of all the times #someone has come and asked me “what's your opinion on [ship i've never shown interest in/hc i've never hinted at being into]”#and how every single time by answer is. the world is your oyster and we ball. free website. we ball.#trans hcs beautiful. chefs kiss. go forth and be merry. i might not espouse it #but we in the same field just frolicking in different patches of grass. brothers in arms.#but my response. will always be the same. we ball. do whatever #my stance is that as long that it's legal and not bigoted we ball. we are merry.#ring ring (answers)#autismsupersoldier

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aceofpatience · 8 months

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Love reading for singles💋

Hello, my dear oysters 🐚 Hope you doin' well.💎 There's some PAC mainly for singles but if you're just looking for the love, it can work for you as well. There are some messages about your meeting, first date etc... Please let me know if anything resonated, I always love your comments. Now, take a deep breath and... shall we sea??🌊

Pile 1. ❤️

Why haven’t you met the one: Your current goal is independence, right now you’re mainly focused on building up your position. There are a lot of things on your mind right now, but you kinda like it that way? Or it’s more like you need to keep yourself occupied all the time lol. You have a lot of determination and strength to do what’s right, but it keeps you far from creating connections. + You haven’t always been very strict and conscientious towards duties (other things have always come first). BUT now things are starting to shift. You were put in a situation or position that requires a lot of responsibility out of you.

What should you do to attract your partner: Rest. Sleep. Allow yourself to feel, to have desires about your future and to act on them freely. It’s YOUR future. If you know what you want, others wouldn’t have to guess what’s on your mind. So allow others to see you without your shell. I also see a man kneeling in front of a woman. Let them worship you as you deserve, you’re the goddess.

The first meeting: Opposites attract. You two may be quite opposites and this will be very much visible in the circumstances of your meeting. For example in the place where the dress code applies, one of you would be wearing a bright outfit or stand out from the crowd. But both of you will have the energy of „I’m on mission”. Also, one of you follows the law, while the other prefers to break it lol.

The first date: 333 Longing and desire. Some anxiety at the beginning, but there will be strong attraction regardless. Some bold action might happen rather quickly if you know what I mean heh. And again, there will be a duality of energies - strong confidence on the one side and some uncertainty on the other. First kiss is very likely to happen! And even something more. As for physical things I think there won’t be any awkwardness, you will be exploring each other’s bodies at ease. Even if you're not usually that kind of person who would have sex on the first date, everything will feel just right with them. Also, if you have some body insecurities (I’m getting especially stomach and breasts) - that person will show you how beautiful you are. Gosh, they are so… empowering. loVE IT.

Etceteras: They might call you princess or something like that (some nickname for sure). For some of you, after the unearthly first date (and night??) some circumstances will keep you separate for a short while and it might be tough for you. I’m seeing both of you talking to yourself „It was just one date, I need to chill out duh. What is wrong with me??” *than checking phone and opening messages for 45782 time*. And for some of you - important words: Winning. Golden crown. Sooner or later. See me through. Neck kisses. Honoring. „Winning you will be a damn price itself.”

Pile 2. 🖤

Why haven’t you met the one: „Just chill for a minute, ok?” Lol. Maybe you’re too quick to judge people, you try to rationalize everything instead of listening to your gut. Definitely an overthinker. You feel the pressure to change your life or whatever (looks, personality) every damn week and it’s tiring. I’m hearing „take a deep breath, look around you - you’re safe”. You probably keep some distance between yourself and the world around you and the change of perspective might do some good to you, you will see.

What should you do to attract your partner: Omg, this message is really damn strong - connect to your inner child! For some reason your inner child wants to communicate with you, they have some important message for you. Also, you might feel better if you would openly embrace your sexuality, your passion - in your mind and soul as well as your body. Don’t be afraid to express yourself and your feelings through your body.

The first meeting: Very romantic scenery, maybe evening, night time - it will feel like a proper date (for some it might be on the roof of a tall building or sth like that). Even if your first meeting will be purely accidental or happen to be in a very crowded place, the moment when you notice each other, will make you both feel like it’s just the two of you in the world at the moment. It’s giving me the Darcy and Lizzy moment when they danced and the whole world disappeared for them, gosh, that’s sooo beautiful.

The first date: 11. One of you might come late and feel awful about it. This date, I feel, will take place after a really hard day at work or after a tiring week - perfect distraction from everyday problems. You might be surprised how good it felt to just talk with this person, how smoothly and charming the meeting and conversation went. You will be bewitched and you as well will be casting a damn spell on them. I’m seeing dark dresses and dark lipstick. Quite an elegant place. Expensive alcohol. Butterflies in the stomach while putting-on a straight face. But surprisingly open and sincere conversation. You may dance around each other (or literally dance!), and flirt and all, but the connection will be serious af.

Etceteras: Spider and the full moon. For some of you, the decision about starting a relationship will be at odds with your rational mind, but the answer in your heart will be one big fat „YES”. I’m also seeing that one of you might debate with themself about whether to start something serious, but then see the picture of the other person and any doubt immediately fades away. „It’s you”. After this everything is developing quite rapidly between you. You know each other so well! In this relationship: seduction and courtship will last. ALSO: this person might come across as rather sophisticated and official but they might be really kinky in bed. I’m also hearing: „hypersensitivity to details” and „This person will be the one you want to look at all the time.”

Pile 3. 🧡

Why haven’t you met the one: 8 You party a lot lol. You also know how to take care of yourself, you don't need others for that. You have a lot of self-assurance and I love that for you. However, coz you prefer to focus on the part of your life which is profitable, stable and gives you joy - you can’t really see whenever you lack something. Maybe it’s just this quite timid voice in your head that tells you that you want more. You keep your circle of friends tight, you do not expand it. You may come across as fearless, but change is always scary af. And your potential to create is enormous.

What should you do to attract your partner: Share your sun. You can make the first move or just tell yourself mentally that you’re ready for something new. You are able to balance your life and make place for somebody unique. I also wanted to know what your person loves about your body and they said „everything”. Everything, it is. You have every right to feel powerful and confident. I think your person will be at first very much attracted to your look, your demeanor and then they will fall in love with your mature soul and fresh joyful mind. Sorry for the cliche, but just be yourself. And don’t be afraid to show your loneliness to others - ultimately, we are all alone.

The first meeting: Winter or spring solstice. You will meet „the one” when some cycle in your life comes to the end and something new will start to grow. Of course it will be scary, even though the change will bring you a lot of abundance and strength. There may be some trip or vacation journey. You will have to make a responsible decision that will likely affect your future (and that’s itching you). I'm seeing the garden (nature for sure!) - that might be the place where you meet them. Air heavy with tension. The connection is so strong and all-consuming it might even start as a one-night stand (in your case rather one-day and night stand lol you can’t keep away from each other). But both of you will be motivated to go further no matter the possible complications. You both will be equally engaged in this relationship.

The first date: Your first date might be the extension of your first meeting. Having breakfast together the day after something like that. Picnic, nature again. Roses. Peace and harmony. Trees around you. I think both of you will quickly think about the next step. Your date will be very emotional and I think it might be very new for you to be that open with someone you barely know. Very much thanks to your lover's energy - you will be revealing your darkest secret lying naked in another person’s arms. Sealing your union.

Etceteras: Spiritual connections. Soulmates. Eros and Thanatos. Tree again! (Nature might be important for both of you). You might get married very quickly if that’s what you’re into. You and your person have a very mythical bond, your conversation might sometimes get very deep and philosophical. I think you will get to grow old with each other. Your energies are quite similar - this strange combination of steadiness with complete chaos and impulsiveness. Strong love and friendship.

#tarot reading #pick a card #love #pac reading #tarot #intuitive #pac tarot #pick a card tarot #love reading #tarot witch #romantic couple #pick a picture #pick a photo #pac #relationship

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cheesus-doodles · 8 months

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Beyond the Glitter of Gold

Yandere Kalim

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i really couldn't think of a better title ;-; just a little idea that had been stuck in my head and i needed to get out

Kalim had never wanted for anything.

How could he, when the Asim family that he was the heir to was one of the wealthiest in all of the Scalding Sands? Anything he had ever wanted had always just been an ask away from being within his grasp; there was no doubt that the world was his oyster when the gold and jewels and treasures lost in a single vault back home was worth more than entire cities. Yet -

"I was just over for dinner yesterday, I would hate to intrude ag-" You hadn't even completed your sentence before Kalim interjected.

"No, no, you wouldn't be a bother at all!" He laughed, propping his hands on his waist, cheery grin pulling his lips from ear to ear. "You have to come over for dinner tonight, Jamil is making your favorite baked sweets with pistachios and almonds today. Right, Jamil?"

Said dark-skinned boy simply nodded. "Certainly. You will always be welcomed at the Scarabia dorm."

Watching you bite your lip as you contemplated his now almost-daily request for you to come over and join him at his dorm, the usually carefree, jolly housewarden found himself mirroring the uncertain expression clear on your face as he held his breath, anxiously awaiting your response and praying that you didn’t catch the desperation in his tone. For the very first time, the Asim heir had found himself wanting - no, craving - for something money couldn't buy him, with his mood for the rest of his day hanging treacherously in the balance depending on your answer.

The shiny solid gold discs that hung from his accessories jingled in the light wind that swept down the open hallways, the gold that Kalim was always clad in glimmering lightly in the soft sunlight that reached in the inner corridor. Around the three of you, waves of students flowed past as if following the breeze, the light tapping of shoes across well-worn cobblestone floors, combined with chatter, rising into a lively background hubbub associated with school life. Curious gazes were tossed your way from time to time, though it was certainly more at Kalim and Jamil; after all, what could a housewarden and vice-housewarden possibly want with you, of all people? But they would get no answers from either boy or you, not with just their gazes, and so on they trotted to their various destinations, questions being pushed to the back of their mind.

"I probably shouldn’t." When you next spoke, your tone was almost apologetic, as if already gearing up to turn him down. "Trein assigned a lot of homework and it's due soon."

In an instant, the sunny look on the Asim heir’s face dropped, Kalim letting out a pathetic whimper like you had personally walked up and kicked him in the gut. Your words instantly trailed off, a dagger to his heart. “You really can’t come over?” All he wanted was to spend more time with you, was that so wrong? Money had never interested the white-haired boy, nor did he understand the motivation of the jealous and the spiteful who would go to any extent to lay their hands on his inheritance, but for once, for once he wished the glitters of gold worked its magic on you. “Not even just for dinner?”

No, you - the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, somehow pulled into Night Raven College from another world - had an equal amount of interest in the glitters of gold as you had magical abilities. Which was to say, zero. Woe is him.

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The undecidedness in your expression only grew as you glanced away uncomfortably from your friend’s heartbroken expression, yet seemingly frozen on the spot, unsure of what your next move should be. And it was the same thoughts that Jamil assumed you had, your face an open book that he didn’t find difficult to read in the slightest. But after the unfortunate series of events that he put Kalim through during the winter holidays, it was the least he could do to make it up to his master as a loyal servant of the Asim family. Helping to fulfill such a simple desire shouldn’t even be an afterthought for a personal attendant of Jamil’s caliber.

“It would be a pity if you couldn’t attend dinner,” Jamil sighed dramatically, shaking his head as he rested one hand on his waist, sharp charcoal gray eyes subtly scanning your body language. “I suppose all my hard work making those desserts would have to go to waste.”

As for you, well. The Scarabia vice-housewarden didn’t think you were so bad to have around.

You blinked, the mention of your favorite treat combined with the treacherous thought of throwing it away catching you off guard. “To waste?” You echoed, your firm, homework-centric tone wavering - and the black-haired boy knew he got you. “Why can’t someone else eat it?”

“I made enough for one extra person,” came his response, accompanied with a convincing grimace.

By now, the world around you was starting to quiet as the masses of students disappeared round corners, leaving behind the three of you and a silence that only seemed to grow louder as the seconds ticked by while you contemplated your dilemma, your gaze occasionally glancing towards the stairwell that headed up to the library and then back at the clock that hung on the nearby wall. Lunch break was about over for the day, and while you didn’t have another class to attend, they certainly did, and time was running out. Still, no matter how much Jamil hated tardiness, this was a rather important matter to settle for Kalim.

Gray eyes slid over to his downtrodden master, who was now busy muttering inaudibly to himself, sandalled feet kicking at the ground. You were a vastly more capable and tolerable companion to have than Kalim, a sight for sore eyes in fact, no matter how much he hated having to admit it. A pleasant conversation, being able to help in the kitchen without starting the next disaster, hot meals back from your home world that he would never dream of cooking; you were like the older sibling Jamil never had. Nothing more than that of course. After all, it would be improper, given how you were already the apple of Kalim’s eye.

Yet for once, it was surprisingly Kalim that made the next move, his hand shooting out grab yours before his thoughts had fully passed through his brain, startling both you and Jamil. "We can do it together!" The white-haired boy blurted out, free hand tugging at the sleeve of your school uniform pitifully, his gold jewelry catching a stray ray of sunlight and reflecting it onto the stone wall behind. “Trein’s homework, I mean. I always have difficulty with it anyway.”

A pause, then Kalim continued. "You'll help me with it?"

“And you could have dinner as well so we don’t have to throw away desserts,” Jamil finished, a grin quirking at his lips.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and you caved to the temptation of a sweet treat and the pressure of Kalim's pleading. "Alright, alright. I guess I can come over."

Score one, Jalim thought amusedly. He didn't even think Kalim had it in him.

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The skies above the Scarabia dorm were littered with stars as you munched away on your dessert, blissfully unaware that it had been specially made specifically for you and only you. A new bangle dangled from your wrist, glimmering in the tired glow of the oil lamps that hung down from the ceiling as you pointed out another error in Kalim’s homework - it was simple, decorated with just a few small cuts of precious stones, and it was all the Asim family’s heir could convince you to accept. Anything in the storeroom that his father had sent with him was open to your choosing, yet you had declined and declined until the two had finally worn you down.

It was clear that to Kalim, all you saw was him, the person, and not his vast wealths; treating him for who he was and not what he had. Refreshing, but at the same time heartwrenching. You were simply waiting to go home after all.

Jamil watched the two of you from a respectable distance for a moment as the two of you laughed over something he couldn’t quite discern, before turning to make the journey to the kitchen, mugs in hand. Despite the earlier surprise, what he had brewing in his mind was a plan that Kalim certainly would never put together himself, but there was no doubt that it was feasible. All he had to figure out first was how much it would take to get Crowley to conveniently be “unable” to find a way home for you - and how much to make sure you never found out.

A low blow, his idea certainly was. And if he suggested it to the Asim heir, the other would agree to that much, but Jamil was certain Kalim would ultimately give in to his desires and make it happen. You wouldn’t be going anywhere far from Kalim if he could help it, not with the glitters of gold that would weigh you down.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst x reader #twst x you #kalim al asim #twst kalim #kalim x reader #jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil x reader #cheesus drabbles

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hades-in-bloom · 9 months

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A Swim | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

I somehow had it on repeat while writing *cracks up*

summary: Colorado wasn’t the only self-indulgent vacation that Kennedy took before he found a road to sobriety. When the world is the oyster, Bangkok is the pearl.

content: cheesy af (help me), older Leon, drunkard Leon, thus mentions of alcoholism; mentions of/implied thoughts of suicide, kinda light angst (obviously); Hunnigan with an agenda; gn! and a tad bossy reader with Interpol background; heavy sexual tension, swearing

author’s note: that was unplanned and uncalled for, proceed at your own risk. Also, I need to scream about the man in Death Island. Omfg.

if you’re a minor, go away <3

love y’all, you beautiful souls

xoxo

***

Ingrid called you in the middle of the night, reassuring that only you could track down the infamous Leon S. Kennedy. You breathed out a sleepy “…Why?” and got a response that you could barely consider an explanation. He took a vacation, Hunnigan said. He seemed to disappear, and she needed him back immediately. You could not see her face, but you could hear a pretty please in her voice.

“I am not even under D.S.O. command.” You groaned lightly. You have been working with several D.S.O. agents for the past couple of years, particularly with agent Kennedy, but you have been directly reporting to Interpol instead.

“I have already cleared you for this assignment,” Ingrid confessed. You stayed silent for a moment and then sighed. There wasn’t anything that Hunnigan could not do, after all. “He trusts you.”

As for you, Leon Kennedy trusted no one, but you wouldn’t get into this argument.

“Where was he seen last time?” You pulled yourself out of bed and walked towards the pair of jeans that were casually hanging from the only chair present in your room.

“Ingrid?” You called again when radio silence was your answer.

“We assume he is Bangkok, Thailand, since two days ago.” You sensed a touch of guilt in Hunnigan’s voice. “You have already been booked for a commercial flight.”

It took your tired brain a bit of time to do the math.

“Isn’t it like fifteen hours or so from JFK?” You inquired, genuinely concerned.

“Twenty hours,” Ingrid confirmed mercilessly. “You need to be at the airport within an hour.”

Rushing to your wardrobe, you devotedly cursed Kennedy to the high heavens.

***

Bangkok was hot. Your shirt became almost transparent in minutes and now felt like a second skin clinging to your body. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like any of it. Not until you find the son of a bitch, Kennedy, who went rogue due to no particular reason and made a decision to vacay on the other side of the planet Earth.

The taxi driver that you hailed on the street was painfully chatty, thanks to your creeping headache, but your suffering was about to end when your cab stopped in the middle of the road abruptly.

“That’s the place.” The driver told you in broken English, and you swiftly left the creaking vehicle that smelled of cheap cigarettes and incense.

The place was a dimly lit bar with little to no likable people inside. Damned Leon S. Kennedy was occupying one of the bar stools but was also spearheading the list of human beings that you felt no sympathy for at this particular moment.

He was drunk. You knew he appreciated his liquor, but you had never seen him even close to the condition he was in right now.

You briefly messaged Hunnigan that you have just found her “runaway bride” before shortening the distance to Leon’s chair. He made no effort to check out the newcomer, and you took it to your advantage.

“Surprise, you asshole.” You greeted him coldly. The agent blinked; you could see gears turn inside his intoxicated head while he was trying to identify you.

Finally, he grunted.

“The heck are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse. You blamed it all on some cheap brandy in his whiskey glass. “I am on vacation.”

“Your vacation is my vacation now, too, after Hunnigan made me fly twenty fuckin’ hours to find you.” You grimaced and took over the closest seat to Leon. He looked annoyed. You didn’t care.

“You look like you’ve had enough.” You concluded, having his drinking spree in mind.

He let out a drunken laugh that was devoid of joy. “What’s it to you if I have? I can take care of myself.” He scoffed and slurred his words a little.

A stubborn dumbass—you let out a heavy, irritated sigh. You felt your heat-infused headache intensifying.

“You cannot.” You gave him an unimpressed look. “At least I don’t consider it self-care when one drinks himself to death.” That was harsh, you thought. But right now he probably deserved it.

Your comment seemed to strike a chord with him.

“I told you I can take care of myself!” He raised his voice slightly, and some of the patrons looked over.

Jesus Christ. You wouldn’t consider yourself religious, though.

“How are you planning to take care of yourself?” You raised your voice slightly, too, giving him an unappreciative look. Suddenly, you quietly snapped. “I don’t know what you are thinking, Kennedy, but this is not a vacation. That’s a bloody suicide waiting to happen.”

You have seen alcoholics in your line of work before, and it didn’t matter what Leon thought of himself in this situation – but he looked like one.

To your surprise, he went silent, visibly taken aback. He blinked; there was a noticeable glimmer of confusion in Leon’s eyes.

Did not he realize that he was hurting himself this much?

“I’m fine…” Kennedy groaned, although his denial was slowly crumbling. “I’ll be fine…”

You could see he fought it – the alcohol numbed his feelings, but now, with a glimpse of sanity, they seemed to return to him in droves.

You watched him in awkward silence while he was babysitting his demons until he looked at you, both headstrong…

… and embarrassed?

“I swear, it would be better if Hunnigan sent some D.S.O. shrink, not you.” He grunted in disappointment, unwillingly sobering up. This vacation was over.

“Ingrid is worried about you.” You muttered, then scoffed. “And I’m your witness, Leon – you haven’t been fine in years. I know you long enough.”

He didn’t have to like what you said, but you thought he needed to hear this.

Leon gave you a dirty look. How could you see through him? The rest was tiptoeing around his alcoholism for ages, nurturing his drunken arrogance. You might not be nice, but what the others did was not kind.

The man cursed and fumblingly pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his Hawaiian-looking shorts; these made you stifle a chuckle. The image of invincible Leon S. Kennedy looking like this would be imprinted into your brain forever and ever.

He threw a few – too many – bills in local currency on the table and got himself up heavily from the bar stool. Now he towered over you grumpily. “What a buzzkill you are,” he mumbled, and you could smell that cheap brandy you noticed before on his breath.

You smirked, showing no remorse. “Let’s get you a cab, handsome.”

***

He stayed in one of the hotels right at the beach, and, stepping out of the taxi, you froze for a second, enjoying the view.

“That's one thing people got right about Thailand; it's beautiful here.” Leon hummed, approaching you from behind.

You still had your gaze fixed on the curves of the twilight bay when Kennedy spoke again. “You're right... I haven't been fine in years.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, making no attempts to hide your flabbergasted facial expression. Was this man admitting that he was wrong?..

Then pigs were about to start flying.

But Leon kept going.

“Do you want to know what's been happening in my head... How badly have things affected me?”

Was he even drunker than you thought?

“Yes, you dumbass.” You replied softly. Whether it was Ingrid’s push or not, Hunnigan was not the only one who cared about Leon to follow him around the globe.

The man walked towards the seashore, letting the waves lick his feet.

“My mind is so chaotic these days,” Kennedy admitted; his voice was barely a whisper. “Sometimes, I even lose sleep at night because of the nightmares of...”

Leon hesitated. You didn’t nudge, afraid of ruining his mood. He has already called you a buzzkill once.

At last, he sighed. Why was it so hard to talk about it?

“I made promises I couldn’t keep; that’s all you need to know.” Leon summed it up without looking at you. Did he really want to talk about it? You followed his tired, unfocused gaze, staring at the horizon.

“How about a swim?” Your suggestion came out of nowhere. You tilted your head, waiting for his response, and he glanced at you, confused, for the first time in the past moments.

Leon then let out a laugh in a drunken manner. “What? Now? In my state? I'll sink straight to the bottom.”

“You decided to vacation in Thailand – and not to swim?” You rolled your eyes at him jokingly and pulled him by his wrist. “Come on, Kennedy.” You begged. You might have been a tad aggressive back then, in the bar, but now…

You thought he deserved a break.

Leon groaned slightly but didn’t fight it, tagging along behind you. He felt a little dizzy; the cheapness of the served brandy was finally getting to him. Despite it all, he scoffed, his tone friendlier than before. “You are not going to let me forget that I am on vacation here, are you?”

You smirked, stepping into the gentle ocean waters and shamelessly ignoring his question. “We are not going to go far. I won’t let you drown, Kennedy.”

He smirked. “I trust you.” Oh, did he? Suddenly, shivers ran down your spine when you recalled Hannigan’s words. Why were you special?

You submerged in the water further with no regard to your clothes, now soaking wet. Leon, to your amusement, did the same.

“That should help with your hangover tomorrow.” You gave him a dirty look, and he huffed out a laugh.

“What's with all the dirty looks you've been giving me all day? You think I deserve it?”

“Oh, you deserve all of them.” You snorted - right before he pulled you by the waist, making you scoff out of surprise. You froze, barely reaching his chin covered with two-day stubble.

“You are drunk, Kennedy.” You reminded him softly, still making no attempts to leave his embrace. His intense gaze was trained on you.

“I'm not that drunk,” he scoffed, a grin forming on his lips. What the heck was going on?

“Oh, you are that drunk, Kennedy.” You smirked at him.

And then you felt it; his lips crashed into yours. Unconsciously, your hand darted to his hair, playing with the dirty blonde strands. A soft moan escaped your lips.

What were you thinking? It felt so wrong; you have been partners for years, and you didn’t like to mix work and pleasure. And if he had an excuse, let alone an awful one, to kiss you, you had none.

It felt so good, though.

Leon pulled away from your lips only when your lungs started to burn with a lack of air. His grin was too cheeky for your liking.

“You don't mind spending the night with me, do you?” The audacity.

You smirked. “I’ll spend a night with you when you sober up, handsome.” Otherwise, one of you might have regretted it – while him standing in front of you with wet hair and a soaked-up t-shirt made you hot and bothered. Damn, that man was fine. One way or another, at least.

“You should get to bed, Kennedy.” … And sleep through that hangover.

“Just one more…” He mumbled—one more taste of your lips. “... For today.”

Liar. So you whined into his lips softly when he kissed you again. And again.

Forcing yourself out of the water later, you looked at the boiling ocean; the waves crashed against each other as the sun set behind them. It took you all your willpower to let go of him this evening, and the only thought that brought you peace was that he was suffering at the loss of contact as much as you were.

***

You called him the following morning when you were making yourself a coffee.

“Hey.” Your lips curved into a smile. “How is your hangover, handsome?”

Leon, barely awake, first laughed, then groaned, and there was an audibly sound note of hangover in his voice, too.

“A dreadful headache... And I can still taste you on my lips, which doesn't help.” Your breath hitched. His comment about him tasting you stained your cheeks bright pink.

He yawned. “…I feel like crap.”

You mischievously bit your lip, although your tone was innocent. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Leon, no doubt, knew precisely what would make him feel better right now.

#death island leon kennedy #vendetta leon kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #infinite darkness #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #leon drabble #leon fluff #older Leon #Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #death island #re #imagine #reader insert #re4 remake #Spotify

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toulousegrandex · 3 months

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A Journey of Solitude

Azriel x oc

part 1

Part 2: do you like flowers?

Five weeks had passed since Juniper had woken up in the village, and she had not left that little bed once. It was pressed right up against a wooden window, perfect eye level for her to lay and watch the world tick by. She could see the edge of a pond, surrounded by greenery and flowers of every colour. Children ran past all day, screaming in joy with their mothers and friends. She could see chickens every now and again, ducks in the lake and birds in the trees. But, every time she tried to reach out towards the dream through her window, the bed swallowed her and her thoughts right back up.

She truly believed that if she looked away for one second she may wake up and be stripped of this beauty. Her eyes opening any minute now, taking her right back to her father's house.

Yet, after weeks of that fear she was still woke here, greeted every morning and afternoon by the same woman, Connie. “I'm back again, gorgeous." Junipers body dipped down as Connie sat on the edge of the bed. "It's beautiful isn't it." The older woman smiled, nodding towards the window. "I've been here for 50 years. Not that long in the grand scheme of my life, but long enough for the whole 800 years prior to not mean a thing to me any more." Her boney hand moved slowly towards the girls ankle, gently running her hand over the few grazes that still shone on her skin. "This place, will show you how beautiful life can truly be once you're ready. I'll be waiting for you." With one last pat, Connie stood and left her laying in the bed. Alone once more.

Two more days passed by, when Juniper finally found the courage given to her by Connie, to lift her body from the spot by the window. The white haired woman, with gentle eyes and soft skin, led her down the hallway and into a large, open space filled with tables and chairs. She learnt that they called this area the "craft room" but it was used as a communal space to do as they pleased.

She also learnt she wasn't very good at "crafts" and instead found her eyes wondering to the garden outside again.

"Explore, sweetheart. The world is your oyster now." Connie's soft words whispered into her ear and with that motivation she was gone. With shaking fingertips she slid the large glass door open and faced the outside. The peace and safety that came with this sanctuary is something she didn't know existed up until now. She spent hours exploring the garden that day. Taking in every single sound of harmony. No one yelling at her to get back inside, no men fighting each other in the distance.

The next day she found herself sat at the lake again. Fingers dancing through the grass below her, this time she slowly lay her body back, her head touching the ground. Her eyes closed. She had never felt peace quite like this before, and she was truly starting to believe no one could ever take it away from her again-

"Do you like flowers?"

Her eyes snapped open, above her black wings hovered like death. She jolted herself up on her feet, twisting around to face the dark voice. She recognised him instantly, one of the Illyrian men she saw in her first few weeks here. He radiated death and destruction, just like every man she had ever met. But this one was worse. Whispers of darkness poured from his sides, wrapping around his legs and hands. "Sorry, I just, I see you, staring out at the garden all the time. Do you like the flowers?"

Juniper was frozen in fear, she could barely even blink as she stared up toward him towering over her. Seeing her lack of response, his eyes softened and in an instant the giant man had dropped to his knees with his wings clutched in behind his back.

"If I could change what I looked like when I came in here. Please trust me, I would." Eye level with her he dropped his head down, almost pleading. “I'm not going to hurt you.”

With that, the reality that this could all be a dream seemed a lot more logical once again. Her feet backed her body away without a second thought, moving a few steps before turning fully around to speed walk back into the comfort of the home.

Maybe she shouldn't be leaving that room after all.

#azriel x reader #azriel x oc #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel fanfic #acotar

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levmada · 5 months

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aot characters' response to a (concerned) 'are you okay?'

Levi: ? ...You’re nosy today😐It’s annoying, so go bother someone else. *leaves in any way possible*

Erwin: *suffering turmoil that would end most men* Yes, why do you ask?☺️

Hange: *laughs* Who cares about silly things like that?? There's work to do :D

Eren: Screw off, you're not my mom🤨

Mikasa: Huh? Yeah sure. (more flustered than anything because no one ever asks)

Armin: Yeah! I mean... it's nothing important haha. (vents if provoked)

Jean: Huh? Why the hell wouldn’t I be? …There’s just no need to act so serious.

Sasha: What gave you that idea??😅I’m good!

Reiner: Yeah, why?😎

Reiner (s4): Yeah. (One more word away from breakdown)

Annie: 😐…😒 *Leaves in any way possible*

Pieck: Nothing a nap can’t solve☺️

Zeke: Okay? Haha, the world is my oyster XDD What’s there to feel not-okay about? How about you lighten up?

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papermint-airplane · 11 days

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URL Song Tag

I was tagged by @bunnybananasims and probably someone else a week ago but I can't find it now.

Prepare yourselves.

P - Ponzoña - Purple Kiss

A - Are You Happy Now - Michelle Branch

P - Points of Authority - Linkin Park

E - Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

R - Rasputin - Boney M

M - Megatronic - Powerman 5000

I - I Am - Ive

N - No Dot - SuA of Dreamcatcher

T - Take Me Away - Blue Oyster Cult*

A - Alien - Lee Suhyun*

I - I Put a Spell on You - Creedence Clearwater Revival

R - Ring Ma Bell - Dynamic Duo

P - Poison Love - Dreamcatcher

L - Life is a Highway - Rascal Flatts

A - Abracadabra - Brown Eyed Girls

N - No Sugar Tonight (New Mother Nature) - The Guess Who

E - Everytime We Touch - Cascada

*These two songs are directly responsible for every alien-related thing I have ever done and ever will do on this Simblr.

I am cursing myself for choosing such a long ass url now lmao. And also cursing myself for exposing my eclectic-ass tastes.

I'm pretty sure everyone and their dog has done this but let's throw out some names. @rebelangelsims, @bastardtrait, @simlicious, @anamoon63, @mercury101, @miss-may-i, @silwermoon-sims, @a-little-rat and/or anyone else who by some miracle hasn't managed to get tagged in this one yet and wants to do it lmao

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knottiestdarling · 8 months

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How did you start out with shibari/rope bondage, my sub wants to try it but I'm still on the edge about how to do it safely?

Safety will always be of utmost importance before touching rope. There are very thorough guides online such as this one. Another that is very valuable in conjunction is this one. It is important to understand responsibility lies with both rigger and rope bottom, especially regarding communication. I think it's also worth mentioning to keep in mind that all bodies are different. Learning the body and safety is core, but working around your partner's physical comforts will also be part of the process. I.e. I can not perform a lot of arm ties because they simply don't work well with my flexibility and require adjustments to compensate.

Take things very slow and be patient. Practice the fundamental knots and column ties, they will be the core to all ties you do moving forward. The rope world is your oyster once you can perform them easily. Rope is intimidating but it doesn't have to be. Start simple and have fun. Don't hesitate to use tutorials or in-person workshops to your advantage when seeking guidance. I have a tutorial guide here.

There are several rope types available and everyone has their preferences. You can get a better understanding of each here to determine which would best suit your needs. I also have a guide for rope shops that provide bondage rope.

#knottyask

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ghostboneswrites2 · 2 months

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Doe Eyes || CH4 - Worth Being Sore Over

See CH1 for warnings! || Chapter list || Masterlist

Thirty days had passed. You marked each day in a little notebook, and wrote down a song title for each day. Aside from Beth's occasional singing, you hadn't heard real music in a long time. Music was the thing you missed most from the world before, and you thought it would be a good method to keep music alive. Even if you couldn't hear it, you could remember it. The songs weren't even necessarily songs you likes, just the ones you remembered.

Day 28 - Don't Fear the Reaper ~ Blue Oyster Cult

Day 29 - Nights in White Satin ~ The Moody Blues

Day 30 - 21 Guns ~ Green Day

You guys had a run to make, so you scribbled your entry quickly and got dressed, grabbed a bite, chugged some water, and did a few stretches. You had learned the hard way how sore you could get doing so much labor with no warm up. So, every day you stretched.

The council was wary of you at first. Michonne recognized you from the time the Governor sent you after her with Merle, who you learned some time ago was dead, and she made her concerns known. Brandy stuck up for you, though, reminding them that it was you who hadn't gone after her when you could have. You also reminded them that you were on guard when they broke in to rescue Glenn and Maggie, and you didn't go after them. You asked to prove yourself and you did, taking down seven or eight walkers outside the fence on your own with just a crowbar. It worked, and you got to earn your place. So, when you were called upon to make a run with the group, you didn't protest.

Brandy hated it, though.

"You're really gonna go?" She asked you as you made sure your bag was empty to ensure plenty of space for loot.

"We've been over it." You shrugged. "Every single time, might I add. This is my job. It's how I earn my keep."

"There are so many jobs that need done around here." She argued. "I mean, I'm up to my ears in laundry. Why the hell are there only three of us on laundry duty? There are like a thousand people here!"

"A thousand?" You laughed. "Try again."

"Details aren't the point! Just stay and do a normal job!" She pleaded.

"This is a normal job, Brandy." You told her, stepping past her and exiting your cell.

"No it's not. It's like, betting with your life or something every time you go."

"Come on, stop being such a drama queen. We haven't had a single incident the entire time we've been here." You sighed. When her glare was unrelenting you decided to lay a hand on her arm and offer her a half smile. "Chillax, cowgirl. We're professionals and shit."

She laughed at that and shook her head.

"You better come back in one piece." She scolded.

"Always do!" You chirped as you skipped away before she could protest any further.

----

"Just give it a second." Daryl said after banging on the glass outside the grocery store to lure out some walkers.

"Okay, I think I got it." Zach announced.

"Got what?" Michonne asked, walking up behind him. You raised your eyebrows at him, awaiting his response.

"I've been trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn." He said.

"He's been tryin' to guess for like six weeks." Daryl complained.

"Yeah, I'm pacing myself." Zach defended. "One shot a day."

"Alright, shoot." Daryl sighed.

"Well, the way you are at the prison," Zach began. "You being on the council, you're able to track.. You're helping people but you're still being kind of.." He trailed off for a second, gathering his thoughts. "Surly." He nodded. "Big swing here... Homicide cop."

Michonne started laughing, and you couldn't help but stifle a laugh yourself.

"What's so funny?" Daryl asked defensively.

"Nothing." Michonne shook her head, still smirking. "It makes perfect sense."

"Actually, the man's right." Daryl nodded. "Under cover."

"Come on, really?" Zach asked.

"Yup. I mean, I don't like to talk about it, 'cause it's a lot of heavy shit, you know?"

"Dude, c'mon. Really?" Zach scoffed as Daryl turned his head away and smirked a little. He turned his head back to Zach and gave him a look. One of those 'be fucking for real' type looks. "Okay. I'll just keep guessing, I guess."

"Yeah, you keep doin' that." Daryl nodded.

A walker slammed up against the glass, snarling. You scrunched your nose in disgust at its bloated neck and flaky rotten skin.

"We gonna do this, detective?" Michonne asked sarcastically.

"Let's do it!" Daryl said, strutting toward the entrance.

The group of you cleared the walkers that crowded up inside, hungry for your flesh.

"Alright." Sasha breathed. "We go in, stay in formation for the sweep. After that, you all know what you're supposed to look for. Any questions?"

"Was there any time that you weren't the boss of me?" Tyreese asked.

"You had a few years before I was born." She teased.

You shook your head and smiled at the siblings bantering as you guys filed inside. You pulled your bag off your shoulder and began searching the aisles for hygienic things, like soap, first aid, pads and tampons, diapers, lotions, just whatever. It wasn't long before a loud crash erupted, and you all rushed to find Bob stuck under a shelf of wine. As soon as you all went to help him, walkers started falling through the roof.

"Uh, we should get out of here." Glenn said.

A walker fell down on Glenn but he fought it off and shot it. They just kept coming. You looked around frantically, unsure what the next move was. A walker came up on your side and you whacked it once, then twice, and down it went. Thanks, crowbar, you thought to yourself.

You decided to just keep taking them down, until someone shouted some order into the chaos. You definitely couldn't leave anyone behind. You noticed Daryl and Zach working to get Bob out from under the shelf, so you hurried over to help. When the weight was lifted just enough, Bob slithered out from under it. Unfortunately, so did a walker, and it took a big chunk out of Zach's leg.

You all froze, stunned. Thirty days of good luck, and of course you had to witness the first tragedy in a month. The walkers swarmed him, taking bites from anywhere they could reach, including his face. You gagged at the grotesqueness, but ultimately you all had to go and preserve your own lives. You were teary eyed as you all made your escape.

The ride back was a solemn one. Nobody spoke, and you personally were filled with dread. Who was gonna tell Beth about her boyfriend?

"What about Beth?" You asked, clearing your throat first to break the silence.

"What about her?" Michonne asked.

"Who's gonna tell her? About Zach?"

"Me." Daryl grunted.

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"His face?" Brandy asked in horror. She shook her head as she passed the wine you snagged back to you after taking a sizeable gulp. You nodded and tilted the bottle back, chugging a few mouthfuls for yourself. You and Brandy shared a cell, partially for space conservation but mostly because Brandy said it would be just like sharing a dorm in college. You wouldn't know, you never made good enough grades for a college.

"Yeah, man. It was sick. I can't get the image out of my head, you know? He was just screaming in agony and we couldn't do anything but run."

"Well, get some rest. We both need it." She sighed. You agreed as you closed the wine and climbed up to your bunk. You didn't get much sleep, though. Your thoughts ran rampant, and you weren't drunk enough to quiet them. You tossed and turned for a while, earning a few complaints from Brandy, but your eyes eventually fluttered shut.

The next morning you woke with a headache. Brandy was still asleep, so you went and found some instant coffee and made yourself some with room temperature water. No sugar, no cream, exactly how you didn't like your coffee, but at least it was caffeine. You were always more of an energy drink person, anyways.

You yawned and took a sip, rubbing your eyes. D Block was always quiet in the mornings. You heard shuffling walking toward you but you didn't look up. You assumed whoever it was, they were just as groggy as you. No need for chitchat. That was, until you heard that familiar guttural hissing. Your head snapped up and your heart dropped.

"Shit!" You shouted. "Fuck! What the fuck!"

You jumped up, dropping your coffee. Quick thinking wasn't always your strong suit. Your first idea was to throw a chair at them -- the two walkers that were headed straight for you, that is -- but of course in a prison they were all bolted to the ground. Your next closest option was a coffee mug, which did no damage when you chucked it at it's head. That was when you realized it was a familiar head, the kid with the glasses that always followed Carl around.

"Shit, man." You breathed. "How'd you die?"

Gunfire and screams followed shortly after. People filed in with guns as chaos ensued, gunning down walkers and being taken down by them. Rick and Daryl rushed in, so did Carol and Glenn, and eventually with their joint efforts the walkers were taken down. Lizzie and Mica's dad was bit, and Carol tended to him. You searched around for Brandy and found her crying on her cot.

"The hell was that?" You asked in disbelief as you plopped down beside her.

"How did they get in?" She cried.

"No clue." You sighed. "If it's not one thing, it's another."

At least I'm awake now, you thought.

----

Patrick died from some kind of flu, that was what started it. Now you were all quarantined to D Block, just in case it spread. How funny was it that a common flu could end a life so quickly. Patrick was fine yesterday, and so was Charlie. It killed fast. You and Brandy decided if you were confined to a cell, you'd finish off the wine and play the uno cards you took from the library.

"Draw four." Brandy gloated triumphantly.

"Asshole." You grumbled, pulling four cards from the deck.

"You know, if I survived all this, just to get taken out by a fucking flu, I'm havin' a personal conference with the big man upstairs when I get there." Brandy said.

"Oh yeah? What makes you think that's where you're going?" You wondered.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" She inquired.

"Didn't you know? All rich people go to hell." You joked. She rolled her eyes.

"You're a real sore loser, you know that?" She said. You glared at her. "Uno." She smirked.

"I'm just sad." You admitted, throwing your cards down. "Thirty good days, and then like ten tragedies within twenty four hours."

"Yeah." She nodded. "That's a loss worth being sore over."

#daryl x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixon #daryl x female reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl x y/n #daryl x you

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neonun-au · 2 years

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pearl of my heart | choi seungcheol

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader genre: established relationthip, slice of life, fluff, idk its just dumb word count: 700~ warnings: discussions of sex, mild profanity, not proofread

for @97-liners

“God, do people just hate vaginas or something?”

Seungcheol glances at you from his side of the bed, eyebrow raised at the sudden exclamation. What had started as another night of reading in companionable silence with your fiance before bed has since dissolved into mild frustration at the state of modern erotica on your end, and bemused confusion on his.

“I mean, what is with this absolute refusal to use any normal words to refer to the fucking clitoris?”

“Is it that bad?” Seungcheol asks and you just groan and toss your head back in response, dismayed. “I will take that as a yes.”

“In what world is the word ‘nub’ sexy? And why are they always…slapping it?”

“That’s not…a good thing?” he gives up on the book he had been skimming, setting it aside and twisting his body to better watch as you rant on about the status quo of smut writing.

“In extreme moderation, sure, but every time? Flicking, smacking, biting. So aggressive. What did the clit ever do to them, huh? Does it owe them money?” you toss your phone to the foot of the bed, annoyed. “And don’t even get me started on the dirty talk, my god. I haven’t heard the word ‘baby’ so many times since I visited the NICU.”

“You don’t like ‘baby’?” A brief flash of disappointment crosses his expression and you reach over to pat his cheek, soothing out the slight frown from the corner of his lips.

“Just for you, Cheol,” you sigh, and press a small kiss to the tip of his nose. “I guess I should just read a real book again one of these days, maybe I’ll actually remember that writing can be good again. But is it too much to just ask for realistic sex?”

“I’m right here,” he replies with a scoff, “you can have the live version anytime you want.”

“I know, Cheol,” you nod, sliding down and nestling under the covers. He follows suit after flicking off the light and you feel the mattress shift under his weight as he readjusts his body next to yours, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you against his chest. “It's just fun to read sometimes. Even if it is fucking stupid.”

You feel his silent laugh shake your body. “You definitely sound like you’ve been having fun,” he presses a small kiss to the nape of your neck and you relax back against him, releasing the last bit of annoyance lingering in your mind.

Silence slips into the space around you as you try to drift off to sleep in his arms, but the words that had burned themselves into your mind's eye were still swimming around. Spongy walls, hard members, juices–all kneading at your frayed nerves with their insistent ministrations. You squeeze your eyes shut to try and block them out but they keep swimming up in the darkness of your thoughts until you finally burst out into a short fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Seungcheol asks, voice thick with the sleep that was beginning to set in for him.

“I just remembered one that made me want to both laugh and throw up at the same time,” you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, resisting another fit of laughter as it threatens to escape.

“What was it?”

“Pearl. Who in their right mind calls the clit a pearl?”

“I don’t know,” he says, mid yawn, “it's kind of cute.”

You twist around in his arms, one eyebrow raised and stare into the dark outline of his face, “pearl? Really?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, readjusting his grip around your waist, “it's not that bad. Pearls are nice. Better than nub, anyway.”

You keep your gaze fixed on him, staring into the darkness as a thought creeps into the back of your mind. “Cheol?” you call out to him, hands wandering under the duvet–reaching out for purchase around his own waist, moving down to settle on his ass.

“What?” It comes out tentative, wary. He knows you're planning something.

“Would you harvest my pearl?”

“What?”

“Would you…shuck me like an oyster?”

You hold back another fit of laughter as you hear him groan in response to the question, “like...with a knife?”

“With your knife,” you say, grazing the flat of your palm over him to indicate exactly what you mean by that. He squirms uncomfortably underneath you and you toss your head back in hysterics. “Come on baby,” you plead, “shuck me real good.”

“Go to sleep,” he groans, rolling over to escape as you continue laughing.

#caratwritersclub #kwritersworldnet #seungcheol x reader #svt x reader #seungcheol fluff #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #seventeen fluff #svt fluff

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gojonanami · 2 months

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Does the idea of househusband gojo inetrest you? 👀👀👀 yes it does omg — imagine gojo as a househusband - he’d be such a simp for his partner like — oh the envy of every person who sees him picking up their kids… I love it #sab [asks] #sab [anons] #pls send me asks about this I’m obsessed

in an alternate universe, sukuna and kenjaku are defeated and satoru is alive.

satoru has lived his whole life being a sorcerer. he lived in a vacuum of a society – almost as though he was living in a parallel universe.

and so, in this universe, the ultimate result of the merger is the following: cursed energy gets absorbed and, as such, sorcerers are eradicated.

and so, you end up using this as a way of telling satoru that he needs a break, and, as a result, he ends up becoming a househusband.

why? because why not?

you may have a job you like.

say, as a result of jujutsu, you accumulated knowledge regarding curses/mythology/psychology in various forms of media ranging mosaics to cinema, and you decided to become a professor and teach on that topic? well, now you can, and you don't have to worry about jujutsu any longer! it's a thing of the past.

or, say, your true passion was business and finance? well, now you can! now, you get to live out your dreams of being a hot boss woman in a world full of finance bros.

or maybe your dream was to become an artist, and you never had the time to properly dedicate time for it, but, guess what, now you can! and perhaps you end up making works that reference the curses that you've seen or the experiences that you felt, and you may wish to translate them via oil paint or video art or even performance art, and somehow, perhaps because it's so familiar yet unfamiliar, your work gets popular and disseminated, and even awarded? who knows?

regardless, now, the world is your oyster! nothing is holding you back.

and you want satoru to take a break.

you gently encourage him, perhaps, by first suggesting that it's a temporary arrangement.

but regardless, even in this world of jujutsu that is of the past, satoru has accumulated so many years of work due to being a special grade sorcerer that he has accumulated years of exhaustion. and what ends up being a temporary arrangement of him getting rest for his efforts turns into a semi-permanent arrangement. perhaps.

and while you worked a lot, too, you didn't work in the same way that satoru did when he was a sorcerer. although, to some, it may look like satoru mucked about, he didn't. while juggling responsibilities as a teacher, he also had to tackle and cover a huge number of missions in the whole of Japan as well as abroad. that is one mission after another after another with little to no breaks. perhaps none at all. that is not to dismiss your efforts, of course, but to contextualise them.

meanwhile, you encourage him to try out the things that he might like – be it baseball or singing or something else entirely. or maybe get back into teaching? later?

and so, this marks a foray into the world of satoru the househusband – sorcerer extraordinaire of the past, and househusband extraordinaire of the present.

what comes later? who knows! cats? dogs? children? parrots? a house with a view by the sea? a trip to see giotto & his bottega's frescoes at assisi? or a trip to the andes mountains? a couples' retreat in phuket?

regardless, you take it easy and go with the flow.

and you encourage satoru to take it easy.

did you read my mind?? I literally was thinking this — set exactly after the end of jjk omg. I love this — and he would struggle so much, after being held to such expectations and being forced to work all the time — he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He probably would even get depressed and anxious — and then eventually he would get used to it.

And oh my god if you had kids, he would be so excited to stay home and play and take care of them— he wouldn’t even want you to work since he’s rich, but if you wanted to, he wouldn’t be opposed

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#sab [future fics]#apparently a househusband series #I really wanna get back to my sugar daddy! nanami fic on another note #I haven’t forgotten about that

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fluffbyday-smutbynight · 4 months

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~ FluffSmut's Masterlist: Everything Else ~

SHIPPING SHIPS (original ficlets)

Love Hits You Unexpectedly, Sometimes

The Most Beautiful Ship in the World

MADE-UP FIC TITLES ~ fic ideas/synopses/plot bunnies 🐰 (generated in response to this ask game)

Fluffsmut's Totally Correct Sherlock Quotes ~ if you fancy a chuckle. Hehe.

~ BBC Sherlock: Headcanons ~

Fluffy headcanons you can pry from my cold, dead hands

Smutty headcanons that live in my head rent free

Mycroft's Chocolate Stout Cake (for Greg, and Greg only)

“The Dads Are Alright” Headcanon (parentlock/fluff)

221B pets

221B rules (written by @kitten-kin)

Fluffbruary 2022 Trivia Tuesdays: Week 01 . 02 . 03 . 04

~ BBC Sherlock: Rewatch Meta ~

ASiB ~ Why I Love Irene Adler So Much // THoB ~ Pt. 1 - Beware of the Dog / Pt. 2 - Lights in the Darkness / Pt. 3 - Killing the Hound // TAB ~ Way Too Deep // TLD ~ The Morgue Scene: a look at the script // TFP ~ The Coffin Scene

~ BBC Sherlock: Character Meta ~ Molly Hooper has been done dirty (and I say this as a hardcore Johnlocker) // (mini-meta) John Watson, a man with issues: one and two

~ Good Omens Meta ~

Petronius' Oysters (a modest contribution to a post by @ineffablyruined)

When in Rome... - Aziraphale's Hot Girl Summer?

The Hundred Guineas Club (a modest contribution to a post by @niceprophecies)

Analogies with the Divine Comedy - Canto V (a modest contribution to a post by @theonevoice)

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Good Omens x Michael Sheen x Ancient Rome - a match made in heaven Italy

The versatility of "cazzo"

"Sticazzi" vs "me cojoni"

Random stuff:

Half-Assed Fic Recs

Martin Freeman Appreciation Posts

Random Thoughts: StartUp (TV show) // Ghost Stories (2017 film) // A List of Things Sherlock and Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son) have in common

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sleepstxtic · 8 days

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This is about to be the wildest crossover ever

Fuck, marry, kill: Paul Atreides, Harry Potter, Roger Federer

Tee I just want to say this is the best ask game response I have ever received in my entire LIFE. You get ALL the awards and my eternal love. Onto the question!

Fuck: Harry Potter. I just KNOW he could hold me down and [redacted] with his [redacted] while simultaneously [redacting] me. Post-war Auror training muscles babyyyy.

Marry: ROGER FEDERER NO FUCKING CONTEST. In addition to being the GOAT and in killer shape at age 42, his net worth is like 1 gazillion dollars and he has a steady stream of brand deals and several investments which would keep us living comfortably (LAVISHLY) till we die. No student loans, the entire world is my oyster, my kids (if I had them) would have a stress-free, free-to-pursue-their-passion life. He’s also just really calm and cute and goofy. He’s so husband.

Kill: I’m gutting Paul Atreides’ white coloniser ass the moment I see him LMAO. Even the artful tousle of his curls and the sadness in his eyes cannot excuse the war crimes, unfortunately.

#Harry potter #Paul Atreides #roger federer #tennis #thecouchsofa #dune #sleepstxtic asks answered

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gashotbox · 8 months

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heyyy can you pls help explain setting up a slob bot?

ok so!!! GUIDE to setting up a slob/eprocto bot on beta.character ai. (view on mobile!)

STEP ONE: make your character!! very basic . give them a name, and then an intro message. this is a short-cut to getting right into the good shit, or want to roleplay a specific scenario.

STEP TWO: you’re going to be prompted with “subtitle”, and a few things to say abt the character. the word limit for this is short - so just throw three or four defining characteristics (dom/sub could be helpful) and make sure to add gassy or slob . “description” is basically this but longer .

(i like to add quirks here i.e lactose intolerant to take adv of them, but you can also essentially retcon in whatever you want during the actual rp, too.)

STEP THREE: most important step! example messages. this is what decides how detailed / creative your bot is. think, differentiates from a short, boring response like; “[NAME] turned around and farted.” to . well. more detail .

these above are example messages you insert that the ai bases your character’s responses on! the longer/more well-written (or nastier) these are the longer/more well-written (or.. nastier) your bot is!

the bot recognises messages if you insert {{char}}: in front. you don’t need to close with anything — simply start a new example message by starting with {{char}}: again.

OTHER NOTES: i generally use the site as it allows you to make “rooms” and talk to multiple characters at once. ALSO, the world is your oyster with character ai, literally. edit your desc/example messages to include your other kinks if you want, i.e pet play, scat, whatever.

(ON EXAMPLE MESSAGES; if not confident in your writing abilities, i suggest copy and pasting excerpts from eprocto/slob scenarios you find and you think are well-written! BELOW ARE the 3 example messages i’ve written from above. feel free to use them)

{{char}}: *With a soft smirk and tilt of their hips, raising their right asscheek slightly off of the chair, [NAME] gave a response to your statement in the form of a loud, bubbly fart, right amplifying against the leather seat and lasting for multiple seconds. [NAME] couldn't help but moan as they let the large burst of gas out, closing their eyes for a moment as they relished solely in the feeling and enjoyment of farting with an upset stomach.*

“My bad." *They grin, clearly not feeling very bad at all.*

{{char}}: *[NAME]’s grin broadens as their stomach makes a tell-tale gurgling sound - a clear indicator that gas is brewing; and motions for your head to come under them as their leg cocks - wanting your face to be in its rightful place, inhaling all that godawful gas they’ve been cooking for the past hour.*

{{char}}: *[NAME] blinks up at you, sleepily; grin deceptively adorable as they hike up a leg and look you dead in the eye as they aim a violent jet of piss into the plant plot - too lazy to go to the bathroom, apparently. They let out a little exaggerated* "Fuuuck.." *as piss floods the soil, spilling over the floor.*

#asks #directionary #gashotboxcai

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