Hey Lovely Would You Mind Adding Me To Your Permanent Taglist? Thanks So Much

hey lovely 😊 would you mind adding me to your permanent taglist? thanks so much 💕💕

hi baby, not at all, thank YOU

i read your name to the tune of strawberry beret

i dont even know where i last heard that song but AAAATINY CAFE

THATS SO CUTE BUT IDK THE SONG THO?? I ONLY KNOW RASPBERRY BERRET BY PRINCE

is english your first language? your vocabulary is verry pretty, im obsessed with how you write your stories

that is so sweet, thank you baby (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) and no english isn't my first language, it's french and arabic (darija more precisely, it's an arabic dialect) but i learnt english very young.

needed the fluff after kinktober >.<

San traces gentle patterns on the exposed part of your waist, his gaze fixed on the subtle shift of your breathing. With your back turned to him, he can't see your face, but he's certain you're fast asleep. If you were awake, he wouldn't dare to touch you. Arranged marriages aren't uncommon, especially among royal families. They serve to solidify bonds, bringing prosperity and peace to kingdoms, but not necessarily to the individuals involved - the groom and the bride.

It wouldn't be truthful to say that you two love each other or even that you are friends. Even after two years of marriage, your professionalism remains the primary barrier. Since childhood, you've been immersed in rigorous studies to prepare for your role as the empress of the nation. Your life was predetermined long before you were born. Hence, San comprehends completely why you maintain such a cold demeanor toward him.

But, he can't help but yearn for you. His thoughts constantly gravitate toward you, in a way that should be ordinary for a husband but not in your circumstances. He shouldn't love you, but you're making it incredibly difficult for him. Your conduct with those around you, the way you carry yourself, and the genuine kindness you extend, even to those beneath your station, it all makes it harder for him. He sees how you pay attention to your advisors during crucial meetings, noticing the subtle furrowing of your brows when issues with the crops or markets are brought up. Your effortless thoughtfulness is simply captivating; how could he not fall for you?

San places a quivering hand on your hair, toying with a curl between his fingers. He leans in to plant a tender kiss on it, but as you stir slightly, he withdraws his hand abruptly, pretending to be asleep, shutting his eyes tight.

You turn, still in your slumber, but San doesn't open his eyes. He knows you'll wake soon, as the sun begins to filter through the balcony, altering the hues of the sky. You emit a soft murmur, and San senses your eyes opening as you let out a gentle gasp. He feels you shift away slightly, understandable since your noses were nearly touching. San remains motionless, his eyes closed, his breath held.

He remains that way for several minutes until he feels you sit up on the bed. You sigh and stay put. San softly opens his eyes, stealing a glance at your profile. Your gaze is fixed on the horizon, the soft morning light accentuating the curve of your cheek.

"I need to get pregnant," you murmur softly, a tender hand caressing your belly, your eyes glazing over, lost in thought as usual.

"What?" San blurts out, rising to his knees, his eyes wide. "What did you just say?"

You turn to him, embarrassment flushing your face. You open your mouth, then close it, resembling a fish caught off guard. You didn't expect him to be awake this early. "No—I—I just—"

"I'll give you a son," he interrupts, his voice trembling, his hand running through his hair. "If you let me, I'll give you anything." His tone carries a hint of desperation. He had refrained from any physical contact since the beginning of your marriage. It would have created more distance between you, rather than bringing you closer. He didn't want your first night together to be the result of obligations. That would have been too cruel for his heart—feeling you so close, yet your heart so far away. No.

Your face flushes, and the overwhelming urge to conceal yourself becomes unbearable. You shake your head, swiftly discarding the golden covers from your body. "You must have misheard me," you hastily interject, planting your bare soles on the chilly floor. Before you can rise from the bed, San seizes your forearm and gently guides you back, prompting an unqueenly gasp to escape your lips.

He remains silent as he caresses your hairline with a tender hand, peering at you beneath his long lashes. Both of you linger in silence for a moment, locking gazes. The room is so quiet that you can almost discern the rhythmic thumping of his heart, although you can only feel it through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

"I like you," he murmurs into the void. You part your lips to reply, but he doesn't allow you to continue. "I don't know you, but I like you. I would say I love you, but I don't want to push you. So I'll settle for 'I like you.'" He concludes, his lips pressed together in an anxious frown.

You remain silent for a while, simply gazing at him, your eyelashes fluttering. San senses that he might be on the verge of being sick, until you break into a faint smile. Your hands find their way to his face, both of them cradling his cheeks, as your thumbs stroke gently.

"I don't… I don't know you," you mumble, and it's the truth. You hadn't taken the effort to learn more about him beyond the superficial information an empress should possess about her emperor, essential for ruling over a country by his side. "But I can learn. I can try."

Your voice barely rises above a whisper, and you both chuckle like children discovering something shiny.

He leans down over your body, planting a gentle kiss on the gold earring adorning your left ear and then another at the juncture of your ear and neck. He lingers for a few moments, inhaling your natural scent as he feels you shudder at the touch of his lips against your skin. A smirk tugs at his lips before he swiftly jumps out of bed, leaving you alone in the opulent chamber. You hear him exuberantly cheering with the knights outside the door, and you can't help but smile at his youthful enthusiasm. He's making a complete fool of himself, and you turn in the bed, burying your face in his pillow, releasing your own muffled scream of excitement, your feet kicking up in the air. You find yourself laughing, carried away by the rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, someone clears their throat from behind you. You turn to find the rotation of maids, poised and ready for your daily morning routine. Flustered, you promptly compose yourself, rising to sit and smoothing down your hair. The youngest maids attempt to stifle their laughter behind their sleeves, while you attempt not to perish from embarrassment.

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don't loose hope, there is love in life, there is community. people are coming together to protest all over the world, people are finding solidarity with each other even among the horror, people want to help. over the course of hours i saw hundreds come together from all over the world online to buy e-sim cards for the gaza reporters (they've succeeded in getting internet access to key online press reporters and are working to connect more), i've seen stories of people coming together in their grief and joy. despite the darkness there really is love. and i do believe that it is fundamental to the human condition.

Palestinians prepare food for the displaced families in the south of Gaza Strip. 10-28-2023

I implore you to pray for Gaza, for Falasteen. The Israeli government has severed the internet and Wi-Fi, stripping us of our most potent weapon against them - the power of information. It was through this lens that the world saw the atrocities inflicted upon us. I beseech you, never cease to speak out against the genocide and the apartheid. I implore you not to align with the colonizers responsible for the slaughter of infants, mothers, and fathers.

Tonight marks the commencement of the ground invasion in Gaza. We remain in the dark about their well-being, as there is no means of communication between us. They are deploying chemical bombs that continue to ravage until they reach the bone marrow. Innocent children are enduring unimaginable suffering. Families are being torn apart.

To be anti-Zionist is not to be anti-Semitic, just as the Palestinian cause is not solely a Muslim cause. Mere days ago, they targeted a hundred-year-old church in their relentless assault. This is not a conflict born of religious differences; this is a calculated act of genocide.

I implore you, never cease to talk about the beauty of the land that is Falasteen.

Your voices are their lifeline. When Palestinian doctors hold up the lifeless bodies of children in their videos, they are not just speaking Arabic; they are speaking to the world in English. They want— they need you to hear them.

Pray for Gaza, pray for the West Bank, pray for Falasteen.

i haven’t really been active but i just want to say

STAND WITH PALESTINE 🇵🇸 don’t turn a blind eye to a literal genocide ! it doesn’t matter if it makes you uncomfortable think about the people suffering right this moment!!

if you’re staying neutral or silent you ARE complicit and if you’re a zionist go die and unfollow me

(please reblog with links and resources for people to get educated)