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Aphrodisiac - a. alnazar

a/n; so, with this work, i thought i’d try something new - a cross between a headcanon work and a fic work. i feel like both would work great for this piece. Enjoy!

pairing; Asra Alnazar x female! reader

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warnings; use of aphrodisiac, language, dirty talk, cream pie, multiple rounds, bruising/marking, possessive Asra, general NSFW content.

word count; 2.3k+

headcanon; Aphrodisiac

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What started as a normal day for you around the shop soon turned into a disaster thanks to a certain doctor. As normal, Julian had come along to pester you for some tea before he made his way to the palace in search of Portia. Everywhere you went, he'd follow behind you like a lost puppy. "Come on, (y/n)~".

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you placed a hand on your hip and huffed out, picking up the broom with your other hand as you hit it in front of his boots. The stunned expression on his face as you moved towards him, jabbing his chest with your finger. "Ilya! You know I don't have time for this right now! Asra's due back in the next few hours and I'm trying to clean~".

The whines he let out made you roll your eyes as you continue around the shop, brushing before an annoyed growl passed your lips, letting in and agreeing to give him a drink. Only to find yourself shooed away when you tried to enter the upstairs to bring a tray down. “Nu’uh, let me~”.

Furrowing your brows, you shrugged your shoulders and sat down, crossing your legs as you hummed out. Chin resting in the palm of your hand as you waited for the doctor to come back down. A sweet smell filled the air as you looked up, a soft smile was offered as a thank you to the other.

Leaning forward, you took a cup in your hands and brought it to your nose. Inhaling the sweet scent, you sighed out happily as you lifted it to your lips, letting the warm liquid run down your throat. Setting the cup back down, you looked up to Julian only to tilt your head at the look in his eye. Something about it seemed off. Shrugging it off, you placed your chin in your palm and chatted away with the doctor.

After a little chat and a drink, Julian stood quickly and waved goodbye before he ran out the door. Muttering something about running late for appointments, not before he shouted back to you that you were welcome for what was about to happen. Raising a brow in confusion, you stood up and picked the cups up, taking them to the small kitchen. The words spoken by the doctor soon pushed to the back of your mind as you continued to clean up.

Slowly the room you were in began to heat up. Shrugging your shoulders, you placed it down to your cleaning as you continued with your routine. Only to find that with each passing second you could feel your own body grow hotter, your heart beating a little faster with each breath. Placing your hands on the counter in front of you, you huffed out a breath as your fingers brushed against a bottle laying open.

After having an internal debate with yourself, you let curiosity get the better of you. Picking up the bottle, you examined it for a moment before turning the label to face you. You took in a shocked breath as you placed the bottle back down. A string of curse words leaving your lips as your knuckles turned white, your hands in fists. "I'm going to kill that doctor when I get my hands on him!".

The heat between your legs made itself known as you whined out, frantically searching for a way to distract yourself. "Fuck!".

Trying to steady yourself, you took a breath in only to be brought back down to reality with a choke as the door closed. You felt your heart stop as your breathing began to speed up, the pool of heat increasing at the sound of the voice that hit your ears. "(y/n), I'm home!".

Looking over your shoulder to the figure that now stood there, you gave them a wavering glance before letting out a squeak. Trying your hardest not to let them know what was happening. "H-ah! Oh, h-hey Asra~".

Violet eyes watched you in confusion for a moment. This was unlike you, a sudden worry washed over him Were you sick? That would mean he'd have to call Julian, not that he wanted to. Taking a step forward, he brushed his hand against your arm, watching as a shiver took over you. A soft moan slipped from your lips as you both looked at each other.

One looked extremely confused while the other, looking embarrassed, wished the ground would open up and swallow them whole. You couldn’t have been more embarrassed even if you tried. Your throat drying as you panted. "E-Excuse me!".

Asra watched as you ran off. His brows furrowing in confusion as he looked around. What could have could you to act like that? It wasn’t until a small bottle, now sitting upright on the counter, caught his eye he understood perfectly what was going on. With a small smirk playing on his lips, he shrugged off his coat and placed it down, walking in the direction you headed. He knew that bottle anywhere. Maybe this could work to his advantage as well as yours. He could either be wrong or be right. There was only one way to find out.

Peering out from under the blankets, you panted harshly as you rubbed your legs together, trying to relieve some of the pleasure you felt. Looking up, you saw Asra standing in the door left, your body shivering as you bit back a moan. “Asra, don’t~”.

"I saw the bottle, (y/n)~". He watched your movements as he walked closer to you, your eyes fluttering shut when he stopped in front of you. You were slowly losing the battle over the intense pleasure you felt. A soft smirk tugged at his lips. “My little magician, let me help you”.

By the time he’s reached you, you're more of a hormonal mess than you were before, your legs rubbing together harsher trying to relieve the heat.

Kneels down beside you as his fingers push the blankets off you, soft touches dancing on your skin as the heat you can feel ignites again.

Slender fingers lift your head by your chin, eyes watching you chew your lip to contain the sound you want to let out. "Let me guess, Julian?".

Watches as you nod your head, not wanting to open your mouth in case a loan slips out, much to his displeasure.

His darkened eyes watch you as you rub your legs together again, your chest heaving from panting. Secretly loves you in this state.

Lets his hands explore a little more, wandering a crossing your exposed skin as he leans closer to your ear. Wrestles with his own conscious about moaning in your ear. Not that he would care at this moment in time.

His breath against your skin makes your eyes flutter shut. He’s doing nothing to help the tight knots in the pit of your gut.

Smirks at the feeling of your hand gripping his top tightly. The feeling of your hands all over his as you try to ground yourself. "Don't hold them back, little fox, I want to hear you".

The soft moans that slip out from your lips at his needy touches are like magic. His own body reacting to the way you’re feeling.

He does curse himself a little for not thinking of this earlier. He'd have to thank Julian later on. After all, if it wasn’t for the interfering doctor, you’d both be busy around the shop.

He’s going to make sure he enjoys this. Every single part of it.

Soft touches and delicate kisses that soon become rough. This isn't helping you and he knows it. Although, he seems to like driving you crazy not touching you where you need it most.

He can't wait to make you lose your mind. Asra wants you just as much, he's just been a bit hesitant about things. Seems like it’s taken this little situation to give him the push he needed.

He's quick to scatter the remaining items of clothing you both have on. The cool air is a welcome feeling against your burning skin.

The soft moans and mewls of pleasure you let out as he closes his eyes, the throbbing he feels His purple eyes seemingly scan your body, taking in every curve and detail. Burns this image of you into his memory in case this never happens again.

Sets to work on your body. Seems to know every single spot that makes you cry out more. His fingers are like literal magic, each touch sets off more sparks than the one before it. It's almost like his magic is guiding him when he touches you.

Is impatient as fuck. Or should that be is impatient to fuck?

Is soon aching for more than his fingers touching you. Plants rough kisses on you as he lifts your body against his. He wants to see and feel close to you as he drags the tip of his leaking cock against your folds.

Knows 'The Lotus Blossom' is the perfect position for what is about to happen. Soft chuckles at the blush on your cheeks, the mains that slip out from you as you feel his cock head pressed at your dripping lips. "Get ready to see stars, my sweet magician".

Hisses at the feeling do your walls stretching slowly to accommodate his member. Those hisses turn into groans as he feels your walls softly fluttering around him.

Starts off slow, wants to feel every flutter and every convulse of you before he gradually gains momentum, holding you closer to him as his hip snap against you.

Bodies press against each other's as you both start to lose yourself in the throes of pleasure. Your nails claw marks into his tanned skin.

He knows he's hit a good spot when you shiver and moan his name for everyone in the magic realms, and beyond, to hear.

Loves how you grip his cock. Feels like, deep down, you were made for him and only him. The low groan that echoes from his throat is enough to make you orgasm right away.

Knows how to make you bend to his every touch. The potion in your body makes everything you're feeling heightened.

Doesn't look like it but he's an animal in those sheets. You can bet he's making a note to slip you some more aphrodisiac in the future. He can last a lot longer than you thought possible. "Asra, please, I can't take much more~".

Pulls your arching body more into his. His hip still pistoning against you at a quick pace. "Cum for me then, my love~".

Despite being like an animal, his touches are feather-like. Soft touches that contrast his rough thrusts have you feeling like you’ve died again and entered the eternal realm.

Growls into your ear as his thrusts slow down. Your loud cried telling him you’ve reached your high. Wants to savour the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock. The feeling of you milking him closer to his own high makes him feel crazy.

Gives you a long loving kiss as he cums, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as he fills you up. Savours the noises and mewls you make riding out your orgasm and his.

Likes to lean his head on your shoulders, nuzzling your neck as you giggle, wriggling in his lap. The aphrodisiac still coursing through your body as you moan out. Your hips moving against him again.

Deep moans as you start to ride him. Soft kisses on your neck as you moan out. Knows you still need some help to feel normal again.

Hips snap forward again with small bites of your skin. He loves the feeling of your body automatically giving into him again.

Being one with you is like a drug to him. He's slowly becoming addicted and he wants more. "I've got just the cure for you, my sweet little apprentice".

The way your body arches into his makes him crazy. Your skin feels so soft and smooth, despite being covered in marks and scratches. Only now does he realise he’s selfish. Wants to be the only one to make you come undone.

He doesn't want you to work yourself, after all, he wants to be the one to give you the highest pleasure possible. "A-Asra, please~".

Loves to hear your whines and moans. Holds off until you've had your next orgasm then pushes you back so he can have more room for his thrusts.

Pistons his hips harshly against you as you claw at his back, your moans gaining volume.

Places his forehead to yours as he fills you.

Slowly pulls out so he can see his cum slipping out of you. Feels a rush of excitement and possessiveness at that sight. At that moment he knows that it’s him you belong to.

Cuddles you close when you're both spent. Loves to feel your heartbeat return to normal. Soft blushes on your cheeks as you look at him. "You know, (y/n), what would happen if there was no aphrodisiac in your system~".

Chuckles at the confused and embarrassed expression on your face before his eyes widen in shock as you pin him down.

Whether you're fuelled by the remaining potion in your body or just your feelings for him, he's taken by surprise. Only for a moment though.

Loves to see this side to you. "You're defiantly not my shy apprentice now are you?".

Words spoken deeply as he slips back into you. The sound of your combined moans cutting through the silence.

Would give everything to be connected like this to you forever.

Can conclude you’re longer friends after this. Loves to touch you whenever he gets the chance.

Uses the aphrodisiac more - sometimes sneakily, others not.

First Meeting - Dark Link

a/n; i’ve been quiet for a few days but the love I’ve received on some of my newer works has really blown me away! thank you all so much, it means a lot to me.

pairing; dark link x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; small mention of blood/injury/wound. implied dead bodies.

word count; 893

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For as long as he could remember, the darker doppelgänger had been fascinated with the other world he came to inhabit as of late. He didn't know what it was but the creatures that he came across seemed to pique his interest. Sure, his world contained the darker versions of these creatures but to see their lighter halves, it was a wonder to truly behold.

After many years, and quite a few reincarnations, he could finally see why his so-called lighter half loved to call this place home. Despite everything that was thrown at him from the countless forces of evil. Yet he hadn't found that one thing that made his time on here worthwhile, that was until one night he found something not only important but rare in his eyes.

Everywhere you looked the only colour you could see covering the foliage and meadows was a deep crimson. At a quick glance, the colour could have been mistaken for the change of the season - hot days into Coll days. The outlines of bodies and parts became more obvious the longer you looked on.

These types of attacks had become more apparent, and frequent, as of late. The reason as to why though, still alluded you and the others around Hyrule. There was no threat that you knew of, Link would have sprung into if there was. Stories of his battles were now spread throughout the land.

Taking in a shallow breath, you peeked from behind a tree, catching the back end of what appeared to be a Bokoblin and Moblin mixed group pass by. The rest of the breath in your lungs slipped past your lips in a soft sigh, eyes closing as you gripped the handle of your sword, ready to unsheathe it if the moment called for it. “That was close~".

No sooner had the words left your mouth, you felt the floor against your back, everything passing in a blur before your unsheathed your sword, placing it in front of you as something clattered against it. Letting out a grunt, you brought your leg up, using your foot to help push off the person above you.

At least you thought it was a person, they looked familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. You didn’t have time to dwell on it, not at that moment at least, your life was more important than trying to figure out who was in front of you.

This seemed all too easy for the dark doppelgänger. Stood there, all alone, in the opening was a figure. Opportunities like this didn't come very often and the moment they did, it had to be snatched up quickly before another being of darkness took it away. He'd curse the very being who took this moment away from him. Unsheathing his sword, he chuckled darkly before rushing forward, quickly knocking the figure to the floor.

Something he thought would be incredibly easy turned out to be the complete opposite. Not that he minded, he loved it when his next victim fought against him. Put up such a fight that drove him crazy. It was ones like this that made his victory all the more satisfying.

Standing panting for breath, you glared at the figure in front of you. They weren't going down without a fight and you'd be damned if you were going to give in so easily, even if it meant dying while trying. Your body burned in pain as you held your side, warm fluid seeping through your fingers as your grip tightened on the hilt of your sword.

You couldn't shake the feeling that the figure seemed awfully familiar to you, yet you couldn't place your finger on it. The silver hair and crimson eyes were the only things you could make out, everything else was shrouded in darkness.

"(y/n)!”.

The sudden loudness of your name startled not only you, but the figure as well, an almost wicked grin appearing when it heard it. Something so simple as an attachment to a person sounded like music to them. The word stirred up a feeling unfamiliar to the shadow.

A low growl of annoyance passed your lips before you tutted. Quickly placing your sword back in its sheath, you took a hold of your friend's hand, and with a knowing glance between the two of you, broke into a run, not stopping until you both felt safe enough.

Crimson eyes watched your every move until you were nothing more than a distant blur against the horizon. The stories Dark remembered being told to him from a young age, of the creatures of light fighting back. It was extremely rare from what he could remember but when a creature of light put up a fight, they were to be cherished - used to continue the dark line if possible.

Dark had found his new plaything. He couldn’t wait to make you squirm under him, make you lose your mind as you cried out for him. A wicked grin tugged at his lips as he sheathed his sword, eyes narrowing with heavy steps forward. You wouldn't know you’d be chosen until it was too late. His little game of cat and mouse started at that second.

You could try, run as far as you could but he’d find you. Making a silent promise to track you down.

Rise & Shine - j. devorak

a/n; what would mornings waking up next to this doctor be like? especially when he’s in the mood for loving you on another level.

pairing; Julian Devorak x gender neutral! reader

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warnings; implied sexual content

word count; 528

Headcanon; Morning wake-up’s

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Early morning wake ups are this doctor's favourite thing lately. He loves waking up to the sight of you, even your sleeping form. Even if you’ve told him to stop looking at you he won’t.

Lips slightly parted, arm bent upwards and hair/covering sprawled around you. Even when you were in the deep land of slumber, you were perfect to him.

After everything that had happened to him, he was fearful of loving. Worried you'd hate him as those thoughts pecked away inside his soul.

Especially his eye. The one thing he hated the most about himself. Yet, you showed him how much you loved him, eye and all.

The fact you encouraged him to take off his eye patch whenever the two of you were alone. You didn’t want him to cover up anymore, despite his protests. You had captured his heart and you were here to stay. Until the end of your time.

His fingers glide gently across the soft skin of your cheek. Even looking like a mess as you called yourself, despite the amount of times he told you you weren’t, you were still perfect.

His touches start to lower to your neck as you stirred, soft noises escaping your lips. The start of a perfect way to wake up such a perfect human in his eyes.

He likes to pepper soft kisses on your neck as you begin to stir. Your body leaning more into his touches as you open your eyes, adjusting to the change in lighting.

“Morning my little raven". It’s his nickname for you and he loves how flustered you were when he first called you it.

He loves the way you hum out whenever you hear the nickname. Can sometimes take it a little too far but you get payback in the cruelest ways you can think of.

Soft touches and kisses lead to things getting a little bit too heated. Not that he minds when he's looking at your face. He loves how it contorts in pleasure to show how amazing he makes you feel.

The way your bare body feels against his is pure heaven. Your noises of pure ecstasy filling the room around you both, boosting his already big ego.

You love, despite his profession and those gloves he wears, how soft his hands are. How quick and long his fingers are when they reach spots you didn’t even know existed until the doctor placed his hands upon you.

Limbs end up entangled in a mess as you both cuddle each other, your highs slowly fading as you come back to reality. Hearts settling into a matching rhythm as you talk about your hopes and dreams of the future. Anything to feel close to one another again.

Julian would go to the ends of the earth for his little magician. When the odds were against him, you never gave up. Despite the numerous attempts of trying to push you away, you stayed.

That's how he knew you were the one. The one that would always fight for him until the very end.

He never wants to let you go now he has you in his life.

Sweet Dreams - a. alnazar

a/n; everyone loves this magician, so what would nighttime and falling asleep next to him be like? this little headcanon post is what i imagine it would be like.

pairing; Asra Alnazar x !gender neutral! reader

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warnings; n/a

word count; 470

headcanon; Nighttime/Falling Asleep

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Likes to have a cup of Sweet Sleep tea, especially after a stressful and long day. Says it to help him relax but you know it’s not - he’s terrible at sleeping when it’s been like that.

His voice is softer than normal when talking to you during this time. Which is something you’ve grown to love because it makes you relax more than your normal routine.

Loves to give you back and shoulder rubs to make you more relaxed than is physically and mentally possible. Tries to slip in a few touches in places he knows will help more.

Finished his massages with fingers stroking through your hair. Both temple and cheek kisses linger for a second with soft lulling hums.

Lip kisses that linger for a few seconds longer than normal as your chuckles sound out. With warm arms encasing you in a loving embrace, fingers drawing patterns on bare skin.

Loses himself in conversation with you, talking about both your days and what the next one holds for you both.

Wraps the blanket around you a little more than you already are. He doesn't want you becoming cold or sick. Not that he or Julian wouldn’t be able to help cure you but he’d much rather you not get sick in the first place.

Smiles as his familiar, Faust, flicks her tongue out in your direction, a small bop on your heads as her way of saying “goodnight”.

A soft smile appears on his face as wraps an arm around you. Closing his eye with a soft last hum. His familiar curling up at the bottom of you both. “Good night, Faust".

Rests your head under his chin as he pulls you closer. Savouring the feeling of your body fitting against his. Despite what others say about him, he's happy just cuddling you.

Waits until he knows you’ve fallen asleep before he allows himself to give in to his own tiredness. Would stay awake all night if his body would let him.

Dreams are filled with all the plans and hopes he has regarding you two and your future together. Some are downright cheesy. While others would rot your soul, in a good way.

Isn’t much of a mover in his sleep. Does twitch occasionally while he talks/mummers.

Says he’s a soft snorer but you disagree. Poor Faust has slithered away to a quiet area just to get some rest.

Asra with bed hair is the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen, even though you do tease him about it whenever you get a moment to.

Could stay in bed all day if he was allowed to. He just wants to stay in your company with no care in the world.

Always wishes for the day to hurry up so he can fall asleep with you again.

Flicking Pages - j. devorak

a/n; just a little headcanon about Julian and his feelings on reading.

pairing; Julian Devorak x gender neutral! reader

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warnings; n/a

word count; 257

Headcanon; Reading

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Doesn't want to admit it but he hates reading. Sure it comes with his profession but he despises it. He can’t find the right words to express how much he hates it.

Tries to have a minimal amount of books at home. Doesn’t always work out for him but he tries extremely hard to have as little as possible while still having the useful book at hand.

He does, however, love you reading. Something about it soothes him, makes him feel relaxed with not a care in the world.

Be it your spellbooks or just normal books you had laying around. Just wants to hear your voice. Doesn’t grow tired of it.

He’s like a little child when he listens to you read. Stares in wonder and amazement. Much to your amusement. "You sound like an angel".

Buys you a new book every other day. You have to try and find a place to keep them because you’re running out of space.

Can be persuaded to read with you but it can be a huge effort. Tries to get a few people together to listen to you. That can get you to stop pestering him about reading for a while.

"Listen to my beautiful angel".

Despite hating it, he does warm up to reading. Doesn't do it as often as he says but he enjoys reading. Especially when you're with him.

He doesn’t have a favourite book yet. There’s a few too many for him to choose from. Give him time though, he'll soon have one.

First Meeting - BotW Link

a/n; this was originally part of a work called ‘Adventurous’ on Wattpad & Ao3. i wasn’t proud of how i first wrote this, so i’ve since edited it, hopefully it’s better than before. enjoy!

pairing; BotW Link x gender neutral! reader

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warnings; n/a

word count; 846

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It had been one hundred years since Calamity Ganon had practically destroyed Hyrule. Infecting both the Divine Beasts and Guardians with malice. The Champions falling and the same fate seemed to take the appointed knight Princess Zelda.

Tales of this fallen knight were passed down throughout the generations that had managed to survive and re-grow. Also told were the stories of the princess who remained trapped deep within the walls of Hyrule castle. The young maiden trying her hardest to fend off the evil inside until the day her knight reappeared. The day the four Divine Beasts calmed and the knight drew the darkness sealing sword again - ending the calamity once and for all.

Just off the North-Western most point of the Tabantha region sat a quiet little village. One that managed to somehow survive the wrath of Calamity Ganon, the guardians and the endless hordes of monsters.

The residents of the village offered their aid over the years to those who needed it. Opening their homes to the injured and tired who found themselves there. Slowly building a reputation amongst the other villages and travellers alike. One every inhabitant prided themselves on.

Enough so to catch the attention of a traveller they'd never imagine they'd ever host.

A soft hum passed your lips as you walked around the shop, the basket resting on your hip as you checked the stock you passed, refilling what needed to be replenished. The past few days had been busy with merchants and travellers, and having a moment to finally be able to breathe and take your time felt like a reward sent by the Goddess herself.

Content in your own little world, you didn't even hear the movements behind you until it was too late, the basket at your side dropping with a thud as you knocked into a person. Quickly crouching down, you picked up the items scattered on the floor. “Oh Hylia! I am so sorry~".

Your words cut short as you looked at the figure in front of you. Your eyes had to be deceiving you. There stood a doppelgänger of the legendary knight. You had to be crazy if you thought it was him, he'd fallen while trying to protect the princess. Then again, there was always the stories of him being placed into a deep sleep. One that would wipe all memories but repair his body, his wounds easing over the rumoured 100 years. The Sheikah presented him with a device to help him on his journey again if he was to return. "Are you okay there?".

The sound of a voice brought you out of your trance-like state with a confused blink. The room around you coming back into focus as you looked up again. The words processing in your mind as you caught up with what had been said to you. "Huh? Oh yeah, I’m okay. Nothing I’m not used to doing by now. Thank you for asking~”.

Standing up, you lifted the basket with you and placed it on the counter beside you. Dusting them off on your apron before clasping them in front of you, a warm smile helping to greet your customer. “~is there anything you would you like a hand with?".

For the best part of your day, you walked around your shop with the male, talking him through the various properties of the items you stocked and what went well together to create some of the tastiest food in all of Hyrule. Also what could be combined with certain weapons to add some benefits and make his attacks a little deadly to the guardians that still roamed.

With what he needed in hand, the young male paid in full before bidding farewell with a hand on the door as he pushed it open. This was your last chance, you had to find out if what you were thinking were true. You could be wrong but you wouldn’t know unless you tried. Taking in a breath, you placed a hand on the counter in front of you as you leaned forward slightly hoping your voice would carry loud enough for him to hear. "Thank you so much for your patronage! I hope to see you around again Mr~".

The male stopped in his tracks, hand still holding the door open as he thought for a moment. A smile on his face told you he trusted you enough with what he was about to say. Whether or not you believed him would be a different matter. "Link. Please call me Link".

With that, he’d disappeared from your sight as you mulled over his words. The name seemed awfully familiar to you and as far as you were aware, no other Hylian had the same name. Only a few seconds later, realisation dawned on you. A small gasp passing your lips. “Link? As in the appointed knight? It can’t be, can it?”.

You prayed to the Goddess that you were right but you’d have to wait until he came back to find out, and that was sooner than you believed.

Sweet Kisses - Muriel

a/n; just a short, simple and sweet little headcanon post about the quiet yet loveable Muriel.

pairing; Muriel x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 294

headcanon; Kisses

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Is shy and timid, to begin with. Who can blame him, it’s all new to him.

He doesn't usually like human contact so this is a very foreign experience for him. He’s willing to make an exception for you though.

Only took you what felt like your entire lifetime and afterlife to get him to trust you. You meant what you said to him about all the time in the world. You didn’t want to push him away before you’d made a little bit of progress.

Tried to avoid kisses, in the beginning, but warmed up slightly with each one you gave him.

Sloppy and inexperienced for the first time. As you would have expected, it was a big step for him.

Gradually builds confidence when you soothe him on with noises, movements and words.

Butterfly like kisses that make your heart flutter.

Mainly tastes like berries and mint. His taste does change every so often - it depends on his day and what's happened.

Can get a little adventurous with his kisses when he wants to feel a little closer to you without getting any more physical.

Lip and neck kisses are his favourites so far. You don’t dare tell him about the other types of kisses there is.

He does want to try more types of kisses as he’s slowly learning to let his barriers down.

Knows how much you love each other by the feeling of the kiss. Let’s face it, it doesn’t take him long to get clued up in how you’re feeling.

Loves holding your frame against his. You just fit perfectly, albeit you’re tiny compared to him.

Who knew he'd enjoy human contact? Especially in this form. Just wait until he finds out there are other forms as well.

ᱬ The Book of The Damned ᱬ

Welcome to the Dark Hold, where pages are turned and spells can be found - spells that may lead to corruption if you’re not careful.

Do you dare turn the pages and follow the Scarlet Witch through her journey?

‟𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 ‟

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 The Scarlet Witch ~ JJK

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 Wanda Maximoff ~ My Hero Academia

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 80s Wanda ~ Yu-Gi-Oh!

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 70s Wanda ~ The Legend of Zelda

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 60s Wanda ~ Marvel

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 50s Wanda ~ The Arcana

Lucky - l. laufeyson

a/n; i just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for the likes/comments/reblogs on my first piece posted yesterday! I’m so grateful to each and every one of you! here’s my next work from a work of mine called ‘Serpentine’ found on ao3 & wattpad.

pairing; married! loki x wife! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 644

prompt based; “I knew there was a reason I married you”.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

A gentle hum passed your lips as you lay your hands on the balcony staring out into the night, seemingly reflecting on the events of the last few years of your life.

What some would consider a whirlwind you considered perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be with the person you had chosen to be the other half of your soul until you close your eyes for the last time.

"Mammy! Help!".

The excited squeal of a child caused you to smile, looking over your shoulder to find a small figure, trying their best to run, coming towards you. The laugh that sounded from you was one of pure happiness as you turned and crouched, holding your arms wide open for the incoming attack.

"Let me guess my little one, there's a big scary monster hunting you down and you know it won't try anything while your mammy is here?".

Green eyes looked at you with admiration before looking back through the door they had come from. Anticipating the moment when the figure hunting them down would appear.

"Yes! He's very big and scary! A meanie!".

Placing your hand over your mouth, you stifled a laugh at the obvious loudness from the young boy. He was egging the person inside on and you knew he loved every moment of it.

"Big and scary am I?".

The small scream from your son at the sudden surprise made you smile affectionately at the person responsible for it as you stood, picking up the young boy in your arms, placing him on your hip with a firm grip to make sure he didn't slip off in a moment.

"Quick mammy! Run, you can't let him get us".

Winking, you began to run off towards the door and around your home. Your giggles mixed excited squeals filled the space around you all, the game of cat and mouse lasting for a good hour before your little one grew tired.

Placing a gentle kiss in the mop of black locks, you smiled softly and pulled the blanket up covering the small figure. Double-checking he had everything he needed, you tip-toed out but not before you looked over your shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, my little mischief maker".

After walking down the stairs and reaching the bottom, you stretched slightly being careful not to hurt yourself too much. The gentle hum of the television in the background lulled you a little as you stepped through the door and over to the couch where your husband sat.

"He went down quicker than I thought this time around, you must have done a number in him with your appearing act love".

Sitting yourself down, you brought your legs up and lay down, your head resting on the lap of the man beside you. Fingers ran through your hair gently, eyes looking at you in what could be described as awe.

"Loki?".

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as he looked down, a rare but genuine smile on his face. The one side of the God of Mischief you got to see for yourself.

"You know, (y/n), you're strong and beautiful, who would have thought you would have managed to calm me?".

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him as you guided his hand down to your tummy, resting yours on top as his thumb ran over your slightly swollen figure.

"Hmmm... maybe it's because you can be quite persuasive when you want to be. That aside, it's because I love you~".

Looking up as you moved your head slightly, you reached your other hand up and cupped his face. Enjoying the quiet moment alone with your husband.

"~You're worth more to me than you'll ever know. I knew there was a reason I married you. Which I wouldn't change for anyone in all of the realms".

Unsure - b. barnes

a/n; welcome to my first piece of writing! this is from ‘aphrodisia’ which is found on both Wattpad & ao3. hope you enjoy!

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 352

prompt based; “Can I kiss you?"

links; Marvel Materlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

"Can I kiss you?".

Blinking in confusion for a moment, you tilted your head at the male in front of you as the words processed in your head. Had you heard right? Surely you hadn't. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. Humming out slightly, you held your hand out in front of you for him to take before stepping forward.

The eyes of the Soldat watched your movements carefully as he tried to assess the situation. Had he gone too far? Maybe he had moved too fast? Ever since he'd managed to escape the clutches of HYDRA with your help he had a hard time trying to gauge how both you and he felt.

He had spent so long being told to feel one way that anything other than what he was used to at a certain point was foreign, and he certainly didn't like it. Yet with a little coaxing, he began to accept that there were other feelings humans were meant to feel.

Super soldiers or not.

Lifting your free hand you turned his hand over, palm facing up as the pads of your fingers began to draw soothing circles on the rough skin. A content hum passed your lips as it turned into a calming tune. One you knew your Soldat would relax too.

"Kiska~".

The gentle smile that appeared on your face made Bucky fall in love with you all over again. Despite all the kills. The violence. The mind-numbing emptiness. He could always count on you no matter what.

"Moya Lyubov, you don't need to ask that~".

Gentle hands cupped a tired face as noses rubbed together. A small giggle of happiness slipping from the shorter of the two as the others arms encased you. One warm and soft while the other contrasted, cold and hard.

Breath fanned across soft lips, the Soldat taking the opportunity to look over your face. From the tiny curve of your lips to the almost invisible freckles that graced your skin, he loved how perfect you looked.

"My sweet Soldat, you can kiss me whenever you like~".

ᱬ If you hear whispers of the Scarlet Witch ~

~ do yourself a favour and run ᱬ

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Wasting my own time.

I spent 2 days writing in my novel, hated it, asked people to read it followed be an entire day spent rewriting it. lmao.

opening the "My Works" tab on ao3 for the first time in 6 months

closing it and deciding maYBE next time

Keith's got a teddy. He's had it since he was eleven. He found it on the side of the road, and despite Shiro's protests, took it home with him. He fixed it up, patched it where there were holes and gave it at least three washes in soft detergant. Shiro wasn't impressed with it in the beginning but he liked it in the end. It was a hippo. Keith called it Mr. Hippo. He took it with him everywhere.

He got made fun of for it in the Garrison, his roommate saw it and told his friends, but Keith didn't care. Mr Hippo was his friend and he was going everywhere with him, no matter what. At sixteen years old, he still slept with the teddy and was unashamed of it. He couldn't sleep without it.

At seventeen years old, Keith flew away in a magical space lion and they had zero expectations of going back. Mr. Hippo was still in the shack. It was the main reason why he couldn't sleep on the castle, despite what Lance wanted to believe, and the main reason why he went to the training room and then passed out. If he couldn't sleep without it, then he could pass out without it.

Throughout the whole ordeal with Voltron, Keith didn't miss things on earth. He was exactly where he wanted to be, a pilot and in space and he had Shiro back. Everything was exactly where he wanted to be, where he was supposed to be. Keith wasn't made for life on Earth, he was made for the stars and now that he was here, he would never leave. But he did think about Mr. Hippo. He even thought about asking Lance to knit him a plushie to look like the hippo but he shut that down immediatly, unwilling to talk about his secret teddy that would no doubt be used to humanise him.

Shiro most likely wouldn't make fun of him for it, he probably would have smiled a little bitterly and reminisce on the life they used to have.

When Keith got back to earth, he visited the shack where he stayed for a year. Everything was the exact same as how he left it, conspiracy board up and string tied to it. Shiro's clothes that he arrived in lays on the ground in the makeshift bedroom, forgotten and deserving that position. He didn't dare to open the fridge, afraid of whatever would have formed in his oat milk. On Keith's bed, however, is something he could never forget.

Mr. Hippo.

A little dusty, but otherwise the same. Keith smiled softly and reached out to hold it gently, feeling something in him settle when he felt the familiar change of fabric on the back where he patched it with some pink curtains Shiro was throwing out. His stitching was bad then, and it had to be replaced many times over the years, but Mr. Hippo stayed the same. He stayed the same plushie Keith found on the side of the road, abandoned and left to rot in the dirt.

Keith brought him back to the Atlas where they were staying and Shiro did smile when he saw it. Lance didn't make fun of him for it when he brought it into the bed later on, and Keith slept better than he ever did.

My Voltron Fic is OUT !

" A baby with pointed furry ears wails in the night, purple eyes squeezed shut in pain, and a small line of red blood oozes down the side of his tiny head. A man holding a simple kitchen knife hovers above him, mouth parted in terror when he sees the figure in the doorway shaking with rage. She lunges and the baby wails louder.

Krolia does what she does best and protects her child. No matter what. The Blades of Marmora don't understand, until they do. Purple gems twinkle and laughter echos through the halls while silver blades turn red from stains that can be removed, but stay. The child wails no longer. "

A volron AU that follows Keith as he grows up with the blade of Marmora, and faces his trials to find a place! Possibly the longest rewrite of his backstory lol give it a check out for additional info like tags n stuff if you want

It's called Bigger Than the Whole Sky!

worldbuilding advice this, character development that, my sister in christ, i haven’t been able to put the words into a single sentence for a while, the amount of this kind of information (it seems useful!) terrifies me

One day, I will have to explain to google that I don't have kids, I am a writer.

How I imagine the conversation would go-

Google: You don't have kids?

Me: Nope, none

Google: Why did you search things like "best baby names" "unique baby names" "baby names meaning leader"???

Me: I aM a wRiTeR

Silly Idea I got from a Jayvik AU comic xd

Vampire dating an iron-deficient person

vamp feeds off their partner (with consent ofccc)

vamp suddenly pulls away, giving their partner a disapproving, suspicious look "you haven't been taking your iron supplements, have you?"

show, don't tell:

anticipation - bouncing legs - darting eyes - breathing deeply - useless / mindless tasks - eyes on the clock - checking and re-checking

frustration - grumbling - heavy footsteps - hot flush - narrowed eyes - pointing fingers - pacing / stomping

sadness - eyes filling up with tears - blinking quickly - hiccuped breaths - face turned away - red / burning cheeks - short sentences with gulps

happiness - smiling / cheeks hurting - animated - chest hurts from laughing - rapid movements - eye contact - quick speaking

boredom - complaining - sighing - grumbling - pacing - leg bouncing - picking at nails

fear - quick heartbeat - shaking / clammy hands - pinching self - tuck away - closing eyes - clenched hands

disappointment - no eye contact - hard swallow - clenched hands - tears, occasionally - mhm-hmm

tiredness - spacing out - eyes closing - nodding head absently - long sighs - no eye contact - grim smile

confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions

The Language Of Flowers

Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal

Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success

Anemone: Vanishing hopes

Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck

Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction

Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth

Dahlia flower: Warnings and change

Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity

Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement

Gardenia: Symbol of secret love

Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity

Hyacinth: I’m sorry, please forgive me.

Iris: Eloquence

Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty

Lily of the valley: Return of happiness

Marigold: Passion and creativity

Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love

Peony: Happy marriage

Lavender: Love at first sight

Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion

White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm

Sunflower: Good luck and ambition

Tulip: Irresistible love

Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love

Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories

Seven years after, I see you again 😚

ppl seem to do this thing in fandoms where theyll take a character whos inherently kind and trusting of people and then they make the fanon version of them ignorant or innocent to certain things by default and i dont like it

I cried on my birthday again.

It was expected. It's been a few years since I've last had a happy, tearless birthday.

I've had happy birthday parties, get togethers with wonderful and hilarious gifts I will always be thankful for. But in the end, I always go to bed, and cry on my birthday.

I don't dislike getting older. There has always been this thrill, what will happen next? Is this the year everything changes? This time, will I truly become something else?

But the thrill tones down. Another month turns into another year, and you forget what it felt like to be seventeen. There's this odd comfort to it. Maybe, this year, nothing will change, and I will stay the person I am, and that doesn't feel so bad.

Sometimes though, it turns into fear. The older I get, the more likely I am to lose the things that matter. I am terrified, so I cry, and hide in the arms of my mother because then I am her child, and it's okay to feel lost again, it's okay to feel the size of the world around me.

Age is a thing so big, while I still feel so small. So unprepared, and a little unsure of where to go next.

So maybe, just in my head, I'll stay eighteen for a while longer. Maybe if I'm not ready, and I don't feel like today is the right day to get older, and I still can't quite let go of that scared, fragile part of me that still has so many things to learn about living as an adult, maybe it's okay. Maybe I'll just keep crying on my birthday.

And maybe one day, I'll have it just a little more figured out.

Hello. Will you also do the old requests in your message box?

Hiii yes I will be doing a mixture of old ones and new ones ❤️❤️

Hello, do you write about specific known yandere or also make up nw characters?

Hiii I do a bit of both feel free to leave a request ❤️❤️

Writing Tip June 4th

A list of body language phrases.

I’ve included a very comprehensive list, organized by the type of body movement, hand and arm movements, facial expressions etc. In some cases, a phrase fits more than one heading, so it may appear twice. Possible emotions are given after each BL phrase unless the emotion is indicated within the phrase. (They are underlined for emphasis, not due to a hyperlink.)

Note: I’ve included a few body postures and body conditions as they are non-verbal testimony to the character’s physical condition.

Have fun and generate your own ideas.:-)

Eyes, Brows and Forehead

arched a sly brow:  sly, haughty

blinked owlishly:  just waking, focusing, needs glasses

brows bumped together in a scowl:  worried, disapproving, irritated

brows knitted in a frown: worried, disapproval, thoughtful

bug-eyed:  surprised, fear, horror

cocky wink and confident smile:  over confidence, arrogant, good humor, sexy humor

eyes burned with hatred: besides hatred this might suggest maniacal feelings

eyes flashed: fury, defiance, lust, promise, seduction

eyes rolled skyward: disbelief, distrust, humor

forehead puckered:  thoughtful, worried, irritation

frustration crinkled her eyes

gaze dipped to her décolletage: sexual interest, attraction, lust

gimlet-eyed/narrowed eyes: irritation, thoughtful, mean, angry

gleam of deviltry:  humor, conniving, cunning

kept eye contact but her gaze became glazed: pretending interest where there is none/bordom

narrowed to crinkled slits:  angry, distrust

nystagmic eyes missed nothing (constantly shifting eyes):  Shifty

pupils dilated:  interested, attraction to opposite sex, fear

raked her with freezing contempt

slammed his eyes shut:  stunned, furious, pain

squinted in a furtive manner:  fearful, sneaky

stared with cow eyes:  surprised, disbelief, hopeful, lovestruck

subtle wink:  sexy, humor/sharing a joke, sarcasm

unrelenting stare: distrust, demanding, high interest, unyielding

Place To Place, Stationary Or Posture

ambled away:  relaxed, lazy

barged ahead:  rude, hurried

battled his way through the melee:  desperate, anger, alarm

cruised into the diner:  easy-going, feeling dapper, confident

dawdled alongside the road:  lazy, deliberate delay for motives, unhurried, relaxed

dragged his blanket in the dirt:   sadness/depressed, weary

edged closer to him:  sneaky, seeking comfort, seeking protection, seeking an audience

he stood straighter and straightened his tie:  sudden interest, sexual attraction

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig: demonstrates physical condition – he has to pee

hips rolled and undulated:  sexy walk, exaggerating for sex appeal

hovered over them with malice/like a threatening storm: here it’s malice, but one may hover for many reasons.

hunched over to look shorter:  appear inconspicuous, ashamed of actions, ashamed of height

leaped into action feet hammering the marbled floor:  eager, fear, joyous

long-legged strides:  hurried, impatient

lumbered across:  heavy steps of a big man in a hurry

minced her way up to him: timid, sneaky, insecure, dainty or pretense at dainty

paced/prowled the halls:  worried, worried impatience, impatient, diligently seeking pivoted on his heel and took off:  mistaken and changes direction, following orders, hurried, abrupt change of mind, angry retreat

plodded down the road:  unhurried, burdened, reluctant

practiced sensual stroll:  sexy, showing off

rammed her bare foot into her jeans: angry, rushed

rocked back and forth on his heels: thoughtful, impatiently waiting

sagged against the wall:  exhausted, disappointment

sallied forth:  confident, determined

sashayed her cute little fanny:  confident, determined, angered and determined

shrank into the angry crowd:  fear, insecure, seeking to elude

sketched a brief bow and assumed a regal pose: confident, mocking, snooty, arrogant skidded to an abrupt halt: change of heart, fear, surprise, shock

skulked on the edges of the crowd: sneaky, ashamed, timid

slithered through the door:  sneaky, evil, bad intentions

stormed toward her, pulling up short when: anger with a sudden surprise

swaggered into the class room:  over confident, proud, arrogant, conceited

tall erect posture:  confidence, military bearing

toe tapped a staccato rhythm:  impatience, irritation

tottered/staggered unsteadily then keeled over:  drunk, drugged, aged, ill

waltzed across the floor:  happy, blissful, exuberant, conceited, arrogant

Head Movement

cocked his head:  curiosity, smart-alecky, wondering, thoughtful

cocked his head left and rolled his eyes to right corner of the ceiling:  introspection

droop of his head: depressed, downcast, hiding true feelings

nodded vigorously: eager

tilted her head to one side while listening:  extreme interest, possibly sexual interest

Mouth And Jaw

a lackluster smile:  feigning cheerfulness

cigarette hung immobile in mouth: shock, lazy, uncaring, relaxed casualness

clinched his jaw at the sight:  angered, worried, surprised

curled her lips with icy contempt

expelled her breath in a whose:  relief, disappointment

gagged at the smell: disgust, distaste

gapped mouth stare:  surprised, shock, disbelief

gritted his teeth:  anger, irritation, holding back opinion

inhaled a sharp breath:  surprise, shock, fear, horror

licked her lips:  nervous, sexual attraction

lips primed: affronted, upset, insulted

lips pursed for a juicy kiss

lips pursed like she’d been chewing a lemon rind: dislike, angry, irritated, sarcasm

lips screwed into: irritation, anger, grimace, scorn

lips set in a grim line: sorrow, worried, fear of the worst

pursed her lips:  perturbed, waiting for a kiss

scarfed down the last biscuit:  physical hunger, greed

slack-mouthed:  total shock, disbelief

slow and sexy smile:  attraction, seductive, coy

smacked his lips: anticipation

smile congealed then melted into horror

smile dangled on the corner of his lips: cocky, sexy

smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder:  conceit, sarcasm, over confident

sneered and flicked lint off his suit: sarcasm, conceit

spewed water and spit: shock

stuck out her tongue: humor, sarcasm, teasing, childish

toothy smile:  eagerness, hopeful

wary smile surfaced on her lips

Nose

nose wrinkled in distaste/at the aroma

nostrils flared:  anger, sexual attraction

nose in the air:  snooty, haughty

Face in General

crimson with fury

handed it over shame-faced

jutted his chin: confident, anger, forceful

managed a deadpan expression:  expressionless

muscles in her face tightened:  unsmiling, concealing emotions, anger, worried

rested his chin in his palm and looked thoughtful

rubbed a hand over his dark stubble:  thoughtful, ashamed of his appearance

screwed up her face:  anger, smiling, ready to cry, could almost be any emotion

sneered and flicked lint off his suit: conceit, derision, scorn

Arm and Hand

a vicious yank

arm curled around her waist, tugging her next to him:  possessive, pride, protective

bit her lip and glanced away:  shy, ashamed, insecure

brandished his fist:  anger, threatening, ready to fight, confident, show of pride

clamped his fingers into tender flesh:  anger, protective, wants to inflict pain

clenched his dirty little fists: stubborn, angry

clapped her hands on her hips, arms crooked like sugar bowel handles:  anger, demanding, disbelief

constantly twirled her hair and tucked it behind her ear:  attracted to the opposite sex, shy crossed his arms over his chest: waiting, impatient, putting a barrier

crushed the paper in his fist:  anger, surrender, discard

dived into the food: hunger, eager, greedy

doffed his hat:  polite gesture, mocking, teasing

doodled on the phone pad and tapped the air with her foot:  bored, inattention, introspection

drummed her fingers on the desk:  impatient, frustrated, bored

fanned her heated face with her hands: physically hot, embarrassed, indicating attraction

fiddled with his keys: nervous, bored

firm, palm to palm hand shake:  confident, honest

flipped him the bird: sarcastic discard

forked his fingers through his hair for the third time:  disquiet/consternation, worry, thoughtful

handed it over shame-faced:  guilt, shame

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig:  physical need to relieve himself

limp hand shake:  lack of confidence, lack of enthusiasm

propped his elbow on his knee: relaxed, thoughtful

punched her pillow:  restless, can’t sleep, angry

rested his chin in his palm:  thoughful, worried

scratched his hairy belly and yawned:  indolent, bored, lazy, relaxed, just waking

shoulders lifted in a shrug:  doubtful, careless discard

slapped his face in front of God and country:  enraged, affronted/insulted

snapped a sharp salute:  respect, sarcastic gesture meaning the opposite of respect

snapped his fingers, expecting service:  arrogant, lack of respect, self-centered

sneered and flicked lint off his suit

spread her arms wide: welcoming,  joy, love

stabbed at the food: anger, hunger, determined

stood straighter and smoothed his tie:  sudden interest, possible sexual interest

stuffed his hands in his pockets: self-conscious, throwing up a barrier

sweaty handshake:  nervous, fearful

touched his arm several times while explaining:  sign of attraction, flattery, possessive

wide sweep of his arms:  welcoming, all inclusive gesture, horror

Sitting or Rising

collapsed in a stupor:  exhausted, drunk, drugged, disbelief

enthroned himself at the desk:  conceit, pronouncing or taking ownership

exploded out of the chair:  shock, eager, anger, supreme joy

roosted on the porch rail like a cock on a hen house roof:  claiming ownership, conceit, content

sat, squaring an ankle over one knee:  relaxed and open

slouched/wilted in a chair and paid languid attention to:  drowsy, lazy, depressed, disinterest, sad, totally relaxed, disrespectful

squirmed in his chair: ill at ease, nervous, needs the bathroom

Recline

flung himself into the bed: sad, depressed, exhausted, happy

prostrated himself: surrender, desperate, miserable, powerless, obsequious, fawning, flattering

punched her pillow:  can’t sleep, anger, frustrated

threw himself on the floor kicking and screaming: tantrum

Entire body and General

body stiffened at the remark:  offended, anger, alerted

body swayed to music:  dreamy, fond memories, enjoys the music

bounced in the car seat, pointing:  excitement, fear, eager

cowered behind his brother:  fear, shyness, coward, desperate

curled into a ball:  sorrow, fear, sleepy, defensive

heart galloping:  anxiety, joy, eager

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig

humped over his cane, each step shaking and careful: pain, aged

inhaled a deep breath and blew out slowly: buying time to find words/thoughtful, reconciled

quick and jerky like rusty cogs on a wheel:  unsure of actions, self-conscious, tense, edgy

rocked back and forth on his heels:  impatient, cocky, gleeful

manhandled the woman into a corner:  bully, anger

slumped shoulders: defeat, depressed, sad, surrender

stiff-backed:  priggish, haughty, affronted

stood straighter and straightened his tie:  sexual interest, wants to make an impression

stooped and bent: aged, arthritic, in pain

stretched extravagantly and yawned:  tired, bored, unconcerned

sweating uncontrollably: nervous, fear, guilt

tall erect posture:  confidence, military bearing

was panting now at:  afraid, exhausted, out of breath, sexual excitement

-Sharla Rae

A book/movie about an aroace person who pulls every human being they come by and is extremely attractive and would be an amazing partner, but is completely uninterested and just wants to have a tight nit group if friends to hang out with, and at the end they finally get they're wish by all the people who had a crush on them lose feelings and instead they all become a very close friend group that are genuinely platonically inlove with eachother.

A movie that starts out as one of those cheesy, badly written hallmark movie, like the exact usual type of movie, down to every detail, even the trailers are the exact same as the usual hallmark ones, but, for some reason, the movie is rated R and is edited in a strange way, until eventually(close to the end, specifically after the typical "city girl" main character has broken it off with her lawyer boyfriend/fiance that they always have for some reason, making it too late for her to escape) it's revealed(only revealed to the watcher, MC remains unaware) that the whole small, cozy, typical hallmark town is actually a extremely murderous and dangerous cult, and the movie ends with the usual engagement scene that most hallmark movies end, except a split second before the end credits, there's a scene of the main guy/love interest biting into an already dead MC before the words "a happy end" pop up on screen written in blood and then the credits roll with the typical hallmark music before slowly distorting and then just cutting to blood-curdiling screams of the MC.

A romantic comedy between a mob boss and a cop, where the two are married and constantly have to make it seem like they just barely failed to get the other, one day the cop accidentally actually hits the mob boss, they mutter a quick "Oh god, I'll never hear the end of this." The whole squad around them congratulates them for finally hitting them, as to them it's a small step towards catching them, but the MC is simply filled with dread for when they get home, once they finally get back they ask(trying to lighten the mood but failing miserably) their parter(the mob boss) how their day was, only to get a very angry voice yelling from their shared bedroom: "How was my day!? You f***king shot me! That's how my f***king day was!" The whole rest of the movie is just more stupid antics and cute domestic scenes between the two before ending with a scene in the future with their child visiting they're graves, cleaning them and replacing the flowers, the tombstones of the two graves(which are right next to each other) having both they're names and some sort of sarcastic and or joking statement, plus they're final words(obviously) before rolling credits with the song "Da ya think I'm sexy" by Rob Stewart.