After Show (smut)

Reunited (smut)


Are we leaving this garden of eden? (smut)


Intense (smut)

Never date a singer!

Diamonds and pearls (smut)

Bad Reputation Part I

Bad Reputation Part II

Bad Reputation Part III (smut)

Love yourself

Despacito Part I

Despacito Part II

Innocence (smut)

Part of me

You know I’m always going back to this place

Red Lips series (co-written by M @thesmutofthemendes)

Red Lips Part I 

Red Lips Part II

Red Lips Part III (smut)

Red Lips Part IV

Red Lips Part V (smut)

Shawn and Geoff’s little sister

Heat (smut)



Shawn and Jo


Clumsy (smut)


Baby Part I

Baby Part II


Kid in love

Kid in love Part II

Kid in Love Part III



Fire (smut)

Let’s exhaust ourselves (smut)

Practice makes perfect (smut)

Wedding vows and apologies

Aaliyah goes on birth control

You are fire, I am gasoline


A little too much


The bump I (smut)

The bump II

The bump III

Hospital walls (The bump IV)

Retreat (The bump V)

Double Trouble (The beginning!)

Double Trouble (Parenting!)

Dangerously (Shawn and Olivia)


There’s beautiful and then there’s you



Guys my age

Part I

softboirich  asked:

i was really hoping i could make this anon cause i feel like it’s a dumb question but!! how do you communicate with deities? i pray and have a shrine to Aphrodite, i just want to know what she thinks about it n stuff

Anonymous said:

How do you talk to gods and goddesses? Because Im just starting out and everything is a mess. My grimoire is a mess, o dont have any alters,everything is everywhere. The only thing Ivr setles on are my deities. Thoth for knowledge Hestia for Home Apollo for creativity and health Hermes for luck and adventure Aphrodite for relations and femenin power Id like to talk to them just to get acquainted and such 

Anonymous said:

how do u communicate with deities

hey my dudes don’t worry about it. these kinds of questions aren’t dumb—everyone starts somewhere, and often, “somewhere” is a little bit of a trainwreck at first. ground zero is scary when you’re looking at other witches who seem to have their shit together, but everyone’s flailing a little bit internally.

and if we’re being honest, i only set up my altar to aphrodite to a couple of days ago. i doubt i’ll ever leave the trainwreck station completely.

BUT communication is fairly easy! the method i use is

a GODPHONE is a somewhat direct communication between a person and a god.

the reason this metaphor works (at least to me) is that it’s a lot like a real phone in the sense that the each god has a phone… but it might get hijacked by another god who needs to talk to you. or they might just not pick up because they don’t need to interfere currently.

sometimes, you have a “bad connection” because you aren’t ready to hear a message, or because you’re having a bad day and can’t concentrate.

the thing is, you don’t always directly hear it. just as some people can sense auras and “see” the colors without physically seeing it, a godphone works in the way that you “hear” the answer without really hearing it. it’s a lot more sensation than it is words at first. (you can refine it later)

i hear a lot of people saying that they can’t communicate with gods, or that they don’t trust themselves to understand messages being sent to them. well, i have a message for you:


some people are more inclined to it than others. some people have to work really hard at it. but i mean it when i say that anyone can learn.

if you want to start practicing, i would recommend dedicating a pendulum or similar divination tool to deity communication. i used a dedicated pendulum to talk with my gods to get used to feeling their answers alongside seeing the answers right in front of me. i used it for years until aoibheall literally broke it and told me i wasn’t allowed to use it anymore. it does limit you to preprogrammed answers, but it was very helpful for me.

while using the pendulum, you learn to read their energies and can slowly (or abruptly) wean yourself off of the pendulum.

and until you can “hear” things clearly? pretend you do. do you have a vague but uncertain feeling that your god is happy with what you just offered them? that’s a godphone in the works. latch onto that and learn to identify it. meditate on it, really feel it deep in your bones.

it’s daunting at first, but it’s achievable with some work.

Aya-Fay’s Masterlist


Victor Zsasz

  1. I knew you were trouble (Part I & Part II & Part III)
  2. It’s no good
  3. A Thousand Years
  4. Nothing left to say
  5. Talking bodies
  6. Happy birthday, my love
  7. The one that got away
  8. Torn between desires (Victor/OC/Jim)
  9. Danger
  10. Dangerous woman
  11. My demons
  12. The lost heart (Part IPart II & Part III)
  13. The Alarm
  14. No Angel (Part I)
  15. “I really wish I could hate you”
  16. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or punch you.”
  17. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
  18. “I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me.”
  19. “No, wait! This is my favourite song!”
  20. “Do you know how hard it is not to kiss you right now?”
  21. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” & “Take me home.” 
  22. “Just close your eyes and breathe.” & “Now there’s no way back from the things you’ve done.” 
  23. “I can hear your heart racing from here.” & “I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.” & “Are you mine?” 
  24. “Before you I had nothing to hold on to.” & “You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.” & “You’re filled with so much hatred.” 
  25. LaRouche (Part two on its way..)
  26. “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”
  27. “You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time.” 
  28. Sudden Interest 
  29. Broken Record
  30. Holding me back 
  31. Her lies
  32. Roots
  33. Brother
  34. Dig me no grave
  35. War in our hearts

Drabble series “Glowing”.

  1. “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”
  2. “You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time.” 
  3. “I no longer want to hide us.” & “I just wanna be yours.” & “Are you mine?”

Oswald Cobblepot

  1. There’s always price to pay
  2. She is my Lady
  3. Lies won’t make you any good
  4. “I thought you were dead.” 
  5. Just close your eyes and breathe.” & “Now there’s no way back from the things you’ve done.” 
  6. “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”

Edward Nygma

  1. Love’s heat
  2. “That’s the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” 
  3. Good call

Alfred Pennyworth

  1. Should we thank them?

Harvey Bullock

  1.  Exit wounds
  2. “Wait a minute, are you being nice to me? But it isn’t my birthday.”

Victor Fries

  1. Stages of Grief

Other stories

  1. Shattered
  2. “Do you need water? A snack? Maybe a hot bath…?”  (Jerome Valeska)
  3. “You’ll drink yourself to death!” (Sid)


Newt Scamander

  1. #1
  2. #2
  3. #3
  4. Lost on you
  5. Lost and found (Part II of Lost on you)
  6. Another Chance
  7. Couldn’t stop caring
  8. In the shadows
  9. Te Rog (Percival Graves x reader x Newt Scamander) Part I & II & III & IV
  10. Red as Fire
  11. Break the Silence. 
  12. “Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.” 
  13. “So… I did something that might have been a terrible idea…” & “Yeah. Okay. I screwed up. Now what do I do about it?” 
  14. You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.

Drabble series “Life’s puzzle pieces”.

  1. Life’s puzzle pieces
  2. The News
  3. Rescue us
  4. Revelation
  5. New Turn

Credence Barebone

  1. #1
  2. #2
  3. “No, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you.” & “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” 
  4. You’ve been granted three wishes

Percival Graves

  1. My true disaster
  2. Gentleman
  3. Too late
  4. Te Rog (Percival Graves x reader x Newt Scamander) Part I & II & III & IV 
  5. Blank Space
  6. “Can you stand the person you’ve become?” 
  7. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” “How can you say that someone is really bad when they do everything with a good heart?” 
  8. “Don’t try to pin this all on me. WE did this. You were involved.” 
  9. New rules

THE 100

John Murphy

  1. Good to go
  2. Good to go. Team up
  3. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

Bellamy Blake

  1. “How am I gonna be an optimist about this?


Bucky Barnes

  1. Devil’s Side
  2. Something just like this masterlist



  1. “Just close your eyes and breathe.” & “You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.”

Il faut être toujours ivre. Tout est là : c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du Temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi ? De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise. Mais enivrez-vous.
Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé, dans la solitude morne de votre chambre, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, à la vague, à l'étoile, à l'oiseau, à l'horloge, à tout ce qui fuit, à tout ce qui gémit, à tout ce qui roule, à tout ce qui chante, à tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est ; et le vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous répondront : « Il est l'heure de s'enivrer ! Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps, enivrez-vous sans cesse ! De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise.”

(Auteur : Baudelaire

Livre : “Petits Poèmes en prose”)


être beurré - to be drunk/pissed

être bourré - to be drunk/pissed

être cuite - to be cooked (this sometimes means drunk where I come from)/very dunk

être ivre - to be drunk

être pété - to be plastered

être plein (comme une barrique) - to be drunk (AS A SKUNK)

être soûle (saoul) - to be drunk/pissed

être rond - to be smashed

être torché - to be plastered

être ivre mort - to be blind drunk


prendre une cuite - to get sloshed/hammered

s’enivrer - to get drunk

se biturer - (argot) to get hammered

Se mettre une race - to get hammered

se bourrer la gueule - to get plastered

se pinter - to get hammered

se pocharder - to get wasted

se prendre une cuite - to get very drunk

se soûler - to get pissed

Lettre d’amour à vos défauts

J’en ai marre. Marre de voir tous ces corps parfaits, fins et élancés, lisses et uniformes, droits et ciselés, sans poils, sans nuances, sans relief.

Donnez-moi du vrai, de l’authentique, du naturel, du différent. Je veux des corps imparfaits, des corps libres, des corps sans gêne et sans honte, des corps doux et des corps rêches. Des grands dadais et des minus, échines courbées, voûtes glissantes, plats artistiques.

Donnez-moi des cheveux fous, mous, éparses et clairsemés, des crinières outrageusement léonniennes, des crânes chauves, petits cailloux au soleil, des couleurs à faire pâlir un arc-en-ciel. Des nez cassés, des trompettes, des péninsules, des pifs épatés et épatants. Des sourcils broussailleux, disparus, irréguliers, des poils libres faisant le pont entre vos yeux, ou des fresques sous vos arcades. Des yeux mornes, borgnes, aveugles, rouges, ivres d’indépendance, des binocles en loupe, des culs de bouteille, des longues-vues pour lorgner l’avenir. Des lèvres fines comme la dentelle, pulpeuses guimauves, des sourires de traviole, des fossettes gourmandes, des moustaches coquines. Des dents du bonheur, des chicots d’autres couleurs, des incisives de cheval, des canines à bouffer le monde, un zozotement, un bégaiement, pour faire durer le plaisir. Des taches de rousseur à consteller nos vies, des barbes irrégulières pour contrer l’ennui, des cernes à bercer le monde, des doubles mentons en tours de cou. Des oreilles décollées pour s’envoler, assez grandes pour ne jamais atterrir, des lobes sans envergue ou des garages à boucles.

Donnez-moi des seins mous, fermes, poitrines gonflées ou délicates, tombantes glycines ou petits hérissons curieux, duveteux entre-deux.

Donnez-moi des chaires épaisses, des peaux grêlées, des épidermes cabossés. Je veux des jeux de piste entre vos cicatrices, vos vergetures de tigresse, vos grains de beauté, votre acné, vos points noirs et votre sébum, lire votre histoire, déchiffrer vos ans, apprendre à vous connaître sous mes doigts. Donnez-moi des couleurs improbables, des bleus, des bosses, de la cellulite, des océans de souplesse, des montagnes osseuses, des fossés de rides, des plaines lisses de tendresse et des forêts poilues de désir.

Donnez-moi des petits bedons, des bras en soupe, des aisselles peuplées sans complexe, des coudes secs, des mains de travailleur, de fées, uniques, des doigts jouant en infériorité numérique, boudinés, fins comme des spaghettis. Laissez-moi voir des poignées d’amour, des culs à bâtir le monde, des fesses raplapla, des fions tout ronds. Des cuisses charnues, jumelles, des genoux cagneux, des mollets rebondis, des chevilles frêles ou de solides antes vives, des pieds plats canard, courts mignons ou longs d’envie. Des orteils saucisses, courbés, recroquevillés, ongles incarnés, clairsemés de poils, berceaux de corne, clopin-clopant, jambes empêchées, béquilles et fauteuils filants, le courage résilience.

Des cons débordants, des lèvres rouges, des abricots jeunes, mûrs, vifs, secrets. Des pubis velus, femme, sauvages. Des triques tordues, à géométrie variable, timides ou fières.

Donnez-moi des corps imparfaits. Ils me sont parfaitement désirables.

J'veux que tu penses à moi quand t'es ivre, quand tu dors, quand tu baises. J'veux que tu penses à moi toute ta vie, dans n'importe quels bras, dans n'importe quelles villes.
—  Fumemoi