White Rose

(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)

Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean 

Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe

Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay

Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden

Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)

Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)

Here and here are websites where you can play with sand

Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods

Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails

Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis

Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)

Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites

Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)

Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3

Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm

Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests

Here is a website of calm rain noise

Not to vaguepost, but if you had told me this morning that I’d end the day exhausted from both family drama and math, then find a post full of cat links, virtual hugs, funny videos, and little things to do when life gets too loud, I would’ve believed you immediately.

Seeing this right now feels oddly comforting. Thanks, Tumblr.

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄! 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw . sub!vampire!julian devorak . dom!fem!reader/apprentice . menstruation kink . blood kink . facesitting . squirting . slight mommy kink (says it like once?) . slight scent kink . handjob .

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 3.8k+

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you…” He looks shocked that you knew. 

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

shameless smut under the cut. reader has a vagina. sammy my brother just another me. not proofread just yappin

The boys. Reallly like that lower part of your stomach that sticks out in bodycon dresses. Like. A lot.

You normally don’t wear them because you’ve been conditioned to believe only a certain body type can, but the boys have spent a long time helping you heal your perception of yourself, so you finally feel confident enough to try.

When you walk out in the skin tight dress, feeling pretty for once and they all groan loudly, covering their faces and turning away, you get nervous very quickly. Do…do they not like it?

You kind of curl into yourself, bringing your arms up to wrap around your stomach.

“You tryin’ to kill us or somethin’, hen?” Johnny speaks first, “cannae just do that to a man without warning, now me pants are uncomfortable…”

You’re still locked in your perception that they don’t like the dress, so you’re confused trying to figure out what he meant by that.

“Jesus, love, why the hell haven’t we seen this dress before? You been holdin’ out on us?” Kyle is bold enough to approach, gently taking your arms away from yourself to hold your hands and continue admiring your body.

Price drags his hand down his face, peeking through his fingers before groaning and turning away again, “sweetheart, I dunno if you can wear that.” Your heart sinks again before he continues, “I’m afraid it’ll be on the floor before we get to the restaurant.”

Simon comes from behind, wrapping his arms around your stomach and caressing it appreciatively. He leans down to whisper in your ear, letting you feel his warm breath on your neck, “‘s dangerous, pretty. Gonna make me do thing that aren’t appropriate for the public.”

Well, you were aware vaguely that hybrids could have wildly different genitalia, but nothing could have prepared you for soap unzipping his trousers and a fucking tentacle slithering out.

"What the hell is that?!" You gape, then cringe upon realizing gaping at a hybrids dick because it doesn't look like a humans is probably rude "uhm. I mean– uh..."

"Ach, don't worry, dove," soap chuckles. You're sure he's giving you a reassuring expression, but your eyes ar glued to the way his tentacle–dick writhes and wiggles on it's own. "It's just my cock, hectocotylus, technically."

"...won't the uh– the cups get...stuck?" You mumble, face burning. An odd feeling of anxiety and anticipation rolling in your stomach. Soap is big.

"Nah, I can control them." Soap assures. He pulls the rest of his clothes off, tentacle still twitching, as if searching for you. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this before, seeing soap use his normal tentacles around base. Those long, slithering appendages–

"It has a mind of it's own, curious too, but it'll be nice." Soap interrupts your thoughts, and you only then realize that he's knelt between your spread thighs, absently stroking his cock.

"o‐okay." You nod, propping yourself up on your elbows because you have to see this.

He just sticks to paperwork and teaching the demolitions classes now, which means he works closely with you, the teacher for the practical stuff he can't do.

It's practically an open secret that you two like eachother, what with all the longing glances and flirting.

Thing is, soap really likes you. More than just some fun fling. Soap can't do a lot of normal, mundane stuff without difficulty, and it...kind of makes him insecure. What kind of man can't even wear shoes with laces? What kind of man would still be desirable like that to you?

So when you invite him to dinner, soap is tempted to turn you down. But you smile and run your hands along his arm with a "please, johnny? I'll let you pick the place."

...he chooses a familiar restaurant, one he and gaz visit regularly.

Soap orders a soup he's not too fond of, a bit risky considering his tremors, but a safer bet than anything that needs to be cut up. He furrows his brow when you ask the waiter "two of those ribeyes from the specialty menu? Oh, and some extra napkins?"

Soap isn't one to comment on other people's meals, he's seen ghost put away five of those steaks after coming back from months in the field. Still. It's odd compared to what he knows from you. A break in the pattern.

The food arrives, and soap tries to hide how careful he is lifting the spoon to his mouth, how his grip is awkward and painful. Thankfully, you don't notice, too busy....cutting up the steak?

"Here, johnny, move that," you cut the steak into small bite-sized chunks, then reach over the table to move soaps soup out of the way, making space for the ribeye. You chuckle at his baffled expression "what? You thought I'd enjoy something this nice while you eat your sad little soup?"

"....you cut it up..." soap mutters, totally caught off guard at how...simple it was.

You didn't comment on it, you didn't scold johnny for avoiding either. You just...saw the issue and fixed it.

"Uh..? Was i– was i not supposed to?" You ask, now worries because soap still hasn't grabbed a fork. "Kyle said you preferred smaller bigger chunks. I can make them smaller, if that's what–"

"No. No, it's just–" soap tries not to tear up at the fact you asked his friends how to help him. The first and last date he had after the incident called him a child for asking for help cutting his food. "...I didn't expect it. Thank ye. Really."

He makes some excuse as to not being able to sleep alone, so you graciously allow him to sleep with you.

He makes another excuse that he can’t sleep without being close to someone. A flimsy excuse that you see right through. You shoot him down and he whines some more. He inches closer to you and begs for you to let him sleep close.

“Please, I’ll have nightmares.”

You huff and begrudgingly allow him to wrap an arm around your waist.

“I swear to God, Johnny. If that thing touches me.”

Johnny chuckles, “Wha’ thing, hen?”

“Your dick.”

He hums against the back of your head, sending tingles down your spine, “Ah, don’t worry ‘bout tha’, bonnie. He’ll behave ‘imself.”

“I will cut it off.” You threaten, making Johnny chuckle again. “I’m serious.”

“I ken.” He replies, “Goodnight.” He places a faint kiss to the back of your head, making you press your thighs together involuntarily.

…

Johnny jerks awake with a pained groan, his hands immediately cupping his crotch. Tears brimming in his eyes.

“What the fuck!” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as the throbbing persists.

“You were hard, you perv.” You scold, your canteen in your hand. Your weapon of choice.

“Jesus…” He hisses. “..I cannae help it, bonnie. Natural-natural reaction…” He looks down at his crotch, relived that you didn’t make good on your threat and cut it off.

You're, admittedly, a little bit embarrassed about it. You know how much soap loves working out, and you don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of him. So you decide to go while he's on base, just until you get the hang of things.

Turns out, working out is really nice. Sure, your body is aching and you're covered in sweat, but it feels good to put your muscles to use.

Well...you decide to snap a cheeky mirror picture before you shower, feeling yourself. You post it to your story without much thought.

Meanwhile, on base, soap nearly chokes on his drink when he checks the notification for your account.

There, in all your glory, is soaps beloved partner stood in front of the mirror in his gym. Skin glistening with sweat, an exhausted smile on your face that looks oh so close to another expression you make–

Soap genuinely does choke when he realizes what you're wearing as a cover.

His t-shirt. The ratty, worn, oversized one that he loves to sleep in. Absolutely drenched in sweat from your workout.

Soap frantically dials your number, and before you can even get a word out he says "don't wash the t-shirt! I saw your post, please hen, don't wash it–"

his head falls onto your shoulder and a sad little whimper leaves him. no, he’s not crying (yet), he’s just making his dislike known before he starts to mumble about how he’s grieving now and asking what he’s supposed to use to fidget during the boring parts.