#A bit of spice?

[missexiled]

I was just hanging out in my underwear- like ya do- and had a modern/college au thought

You and Adam are friends. In different social circles, but friends nonetheless. One evening he’s in your apartment helping you dye your hair since you’ve never done it before and really don’t want to fuck anything up.

A Coldplay song emits form the Bluetooth speaker sitting on the sink while Adam works the product into the parts of your hair you couldn’t reach yourself, occasionally holding your head to tilt it to a different angle.

Somehow you’re simultaneously relaxed and nervous. Maybe you’re not nervous, but you can defiantly sense the tension in the air, and if you were to hazard a guess, you would dare to think he could sense it too. But you’d rather not stress test anything, so you don’t mention it, instead choosing to bask in the serenity of this moment.

And Adam is glad you’re sitting upright because if you leaned back too far, you might feel his semi against your back. When he’s not focused on applying the product to your hair, he’s burning the image of you in boxers and a baggy shirt into his mind.

I love domestic moments with Adam so much. He’s literally made to be Husband Material™️

Hair

Or when Adam likes domestic moments a little too much

Tw: Nothing really. Just Adam getting hard.

He was a bit surprised when you asked him for help. Sure, you two were friends, but he figured you would have a few better options than him.

Not that he was complaining. Walking in to see you in a baggy shirt and barely visible shorts? Hell yeah, sign him the fuck up.

Now, he might have lied when he said he dyed hair all the time. He helped Lute that one time when her ‘best friend’ left her for some jackass to dye her hair silver, but that was about it. But if he could spend more time with you? He’d learn real fucking quick.

“Thanks again, Adam,” you sighed, “Angel is out for drinks with his boyfriend and I need this done before photos this Saturday.” You moved to let him in, closing the door behind him. “I have everything set up, I just need you to make sure it’s even.”

“Sounds good, sugar tits,” he grinned, glad he wouldn’t have to pretend to know what he was doing, “Lead the way.”

You weren’t overthinking it, right? Those soft brushes against your skin. Tucking your hair behind your ear. Those unnecessary tugs.

But then he had the calmest expression you had seen in ages. Like he was barely paying attention. And maybe he wasn’t. You wouldn’t be able to tell unless you leaned back a bit more. But, with how confused you were, your back was straight stiff.

So you couldn’t feel how hard he was from those little sounds you made when he tugged. How he shifted when you made those content hums. How he melted when he saw you wearing a shirt big enough to swallow you whole.

God, what he wouldn’t give you see you in his shirt. Laid on his bed, in his sheets, in his home. His name splayed on your back as his hand ran up-

“How’s the back looking?”

He froze, “Huh?”

You turned a bit to glance at him, “How’s the back? Is it even?”

“Oh,” he glanced at your hair. He forgot that he was even working on it. “Yeah. Yeah, no, it’s good.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, lingering a bit to just… take him in, “Thanks.”

He glanced at you, “Sure.”

There was a moment of frozen eye contact. You were certain he was slightly flushed. Right? It couldn’t just be the lighting. Probably.

If he got any dye on your neck, who’s to say? And if he offered a wipe it off? Well, you wouldn’t say no.

His grip was gentle, but firm, like he had been the whole night. He tilted your head as he wiped off the excess dye. And maybe he ran a thumb along it to ‘double check’. And maybe his breath grazed your ear. And maybe when you shivered, you grazed his thigh. And maybe you felt just how much he was enjoying this, too.

And, just maybe, you would turn around and show him just how grateful you were for his help.

[briskchips]

Apologies for lack of posting! Some panels from the next animatic as compensation :,)

[sleepyeule]

🦄x🔥

[k0mmari]

Sword Spirit AU - Xiu Ya (pt.1)

Hello hello! This is going to be a very very casual AU with the first half being dedicated to Xiu Ya(jiuyuan) and the other Xin Mo(bingyuan), so sit tight, relax, and maybe put on some Soul Eater in the background, because this is basically it.

This post is going to be VERY LONG, so sorry in advance ^^;;

It's finally time for Shen Jiu to go to Wan Jian Peak and get his spiritual sword, one of the final steps for his Shizun to finally, oficially, name him Head Disciple, even if the rest of Qing Jing will most likely fight Shizun in her decision.

It would be no surprise, ever since SJ stepped foot there, rumors have been spreading about him, usually about how he only got in so late due to Yue Qi's influence, or how he paid his way in as a young master (as if the rest of the disciples hadn't done exactly that) and thinks he's better than everyone, or how he never fights fair and uses underhanded methods during spars. All rumors don't hold a drop of truth in them of course, but SJ has better things to do than trying to clean his image to a bunch of spoiled brats.

It's not like any of them would believe him, anyways.

In all honesty, he'd rather not be Head Disciple at all, but this is the best way at getting to a secure enough spot that he won't have to worry as much about his safety, even if he will be forced to look after a bunch of children he couldn't care less about. Anyways, SJ's only hope now for something to go marginally right his way is for him to get a good sword.

He gets to the sword wall and, as luck would have it, he feels a pull, calling him to a beautiful sword: elegant, refined and everything SJ desperately hopes he can be.

SJ carefully pulls the sword out of the wall and immediatelly he can feel a connection forming, his slugish qi rushing into the blade and in exchange, a flash of bright, almost refreshing qi runs through him. For a moment his muscles relax as he feels the sword gently humming in his hand.

He walks away from the wall, a few of the other disciples that also had come to retrieve their spiritual sword already holding their own blades, but the only person that SJ cares to show his own sword stands a bit further away. His ever aloof Shizun and... Yue Qi, who was not invited, but decided to come anyways. Great.

YQ wastes no time in praising his sword and how it's a perfect fit for 'Xiao-Jiu' (which only earns him a nasty side-eye), but SJ controls his urge to bite the other boy and focuses on his Shizun. She merely send the sword a glance, unimpressed, and instead says "Disciple Shen has now a spiritual blade of his own. He will get to know his blade, which will aid him with his... cultivation problems, but also raise his cultivation to new heights."

SJ grinds his teeth, not wanting to be reminded about his shitty cultivation, but thankfully, Shizun doesn't dwell on the topic. "When Disciple Shen fully becomes one with his sword, the blade will reward him and show it's true self. It is only then that Disciple Shen will become a truly honorable cultivator."

True... Self? With a subtle glance, SJ confirms even YQ looks a bit surprised, apparently also never haven heard about a swords 'true self', but Shizun doesn't ellaborate any further on it, instead moving on as if she hadn't said anything special, and turning to head back to Qing Jing, uncaring if any other disciples weren't done getting their swords yet.

She unsheathes her own spiritual sword, intending on letting her disciples walk all the way back, but before setting off, she turns towards SJ. "Disciple Shen, the name of your sword."

SJ huffs but brings his sword closer, and reads the engraving on the base of the blade. "...Xiu Ya."

Just as SJ finishes reading the name out loud, the sword starts violently vibrating, catching SJ and his Shizun off guard, and it flings itself off of SJ's hands, flying a short distance before it stabbed the ground.

SJ's hands are left hanging in the air where he once held the sword, frozen stiff in his shock. It certainly doesn't help that is Shizun, who is never phased and now looks visibly shocked, mutters to herself: "I... didn't know a sword could do that."

.........Great.

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A week after the whole... situation on Wan Jian, SJ is now convinced his spiritual sword hates him.

It just... doesn't do anything he wants it to do! If his Shizun orders him to spar with another disciple with it, Xiu Ya could randomly just fling itself out of his hand, or physically pull him in another direction when he is speaking with another disciple, and no matter how Shizun instructs him to send his qi to the blade, to 'connect' with it, Xiu Ya refuses to cooperate, one day even straight up denying his qi.

Unbeknownst to SJ, his sword is no longer a regular spiritual blade, and actually a host for a recently deceased Shen Yuan, who woke up from his sleep to his new owner pulling him out of the wall and promptly panicked when he heard his name be declared Xiu Ya, which could only mean his new owner was none other than the scum villain himself, SQQ.

It was then and there that SY decided it would be now his life's mission to stop any evil wrongdoings a teenage SQQ must get up to. (It translated to him flinging himself out of SJ's hand any time he felt himself getting too close to another disciple's skin, or vibrating angrily when SJ started to insult someone.)

SJ takes Xiu Ya to his Shizun, and even to Wan Jian's Peak Lord, to check if there's something wrong with his sword, or if he had done soemthing wrong, but both reassure him that the sword is fine, and it must be testing him, urging him to 'clear his heart' to better connect with it.

SJ, feeling like his chance at being Head Disciple is slipping through his fingers the longer he can't get a hold of his own sword, it's supposed to obey him, tends more often than not to... argue with it. It, of course, only creates more rumours about him and his 'cursed sword', but he doesn't have time for this, and he won't let a piece of metal ruin his chances at rising up the ranks.

Everything starts to change one fateful day where everything just seems to go wrong all at once for SJ: His Shizun goes away in a three-day long mission, which leaves him the responsability to look after the peak, and none of the other disciples are willing to make it easy for him, constantly getting in his way, purposefully waisting his time and straight up insulting him to his face.

Yue Qi even tries to grace SJ with his presence, but it takes him no longer than 5 minutes before he manages to say the wrong thing, and it takes even less for it to snowball into SJ expelling him from the peak unless the whole Sect is set on fire. It gets so bad even SY, usually happy to mostly daydream where he sits sheathed at SJ's waist, takes note of it, and gets a bit concerned for the boy.

SY already notices SJ's spiritual veins where all sorts of messed up, but it only becomes relevant when he notices his qi heading straight towards a qi deviation, and no matter how SY tries to vibrate and wiggle, it only seems to upset SJ even further and by the end of the day, as SY suspected, SJ hides away at the bamboo house and falls to the floor, gasping through a qi deviation.

He'd usually just tough his qi deviations out, or pass them at the Warm Red Pavillion, but now he isn't even afforded the mercy of being to suffer alone, as some disciple might come looking for his 'help', and he'd be damned if someone snitched on him to Shizun for not doing his duty as (unnoficial) Head Disciple.

SY, as much as he doesn't really like SJ, for once understands SJ's constant state of frustration when the moment the Peak Lord leaves, his peers treat him like this, and no matter how shitty SJ is- or, rather, may become in the future, SY can't stand being idle as he watches the boy shaking on the floor, gasping in pain.

It's a bit awkward but SY manages to make himself float over towards SJ's trembling body, trying his best to project his own energy outward and reach towards SJ. It's there for only a second, but SY manages to feel a similar connection to when SJ first picked him up, and SY can feel, in a weird flash, the mix of emotions swirling in SJ's soul: his anger, his frustration, but most importantly his deeply rooted sadness, and fear.

It's not really an explanation for why SJ acts the way he does, but SY can understand when a child lashes out in fear when that's all they know. He reaches into SJ's qi, carefully patting it down and soothing it until SJ finally stops trembling and slumps onto the ground, knocked out.

Maybe... Maybe Shen Yuan was in the wrong, and Shen Jiu deserves a second chance.

[allimili]

We saw how big shadow milk hand are compared to use but what about mystic flower and burning spice?

Let me demonstrate.

[ro-bee]

the other cookies i didn't post last nigh

half naked vanilly down

i love bodies grrrrraadgasfsdhgks

[sraksha]

If you're open to requests/suggestions, I'd love to see you draw Mask doing literally anything. Either during the war with Warriors, or somehow meeting the others, or really whatever you want. I adore your art, and it would be so cute to see the little goblin in your style!

[batlovebites]

Thinking about how the beasts would deal with a mortal partner's mortality catching up to them. Here's some quick thoughts on that.

Content Warning: death (via old age or sickness) and murder (because these guys do not handle it well.)

Shadow Milk seems like the one who deals with the idea of his partner's mortality the best, up until his partner is on death's door- if its sickness, he'll stop at nothing to find a way to cure it. If its age, though...

I think he'd try to find a way to make his partner immortal, too. But when that fails, I think he'd immortalize them as a puppet. Its not the real them, no, but its them from before age started to take them from him. Its them in whatever the 'best' period of their life was.

After they pass he uses it to cope but he has to control the simulacrum's actions so it actually just makes him feel worse because its obviously not them. It looks like what they looked like at one point, it acts how he remembers them acting, but how he remembers them isn't the same as how they actually were. But he doesn't stop because he'd rather try to convince himself of the lie they're still around than live with the truth that they're gone.

The illusion/puppet he makes progressively becomes less and less convincing as his memories are altered and exaggerated with time and repetition. In their absence, Shadow Milk starts to glorify them in his memory, completely disregarding any of their flaws or negative aspects that made them an actual full person; Which then makes the puppet act progressively less and less how they actually did.

Eventually probably disregards the simulacrum as its no longer even slightly convincing. But sometimes, when he thinks about them again and his heart starts aching, he conjures it up again to try to live the lie that they're still here again, just for a little bit longer. It always falls apart again, but there's brief moments where he can almost convince himself, so he keeps doing it.

Burning Spice is. Complicated! Would also want to make his partner immortal probably, but if that's proven to be impossible... I think he 'mercy' kills them, before age can affect them too much. When their hands start shaking, their memory begins to slip, their body slowly turning to dust beneath them, so slow they can hardly tell its happening- but Burning Spice has seen time claim a hundred thousand lives before, and can see it happening to them all too clearly.

Burning Spice doesn't want to let time take his partner from him, so he does it himself. Having control over their demise makes him feel better about it, if only slightly. Doesn't let them know its going to happen, because he wants their last memory of him to be pleasant. Just embraces them- and then promptly snaps their neck. Quick. Painless. Over before they could ever even know it happened.

He does view it as an actual mercy in a way, but its mostly a matter of him needing to feel like he was in control of when and how they died as opposed to them being taken from him. Change and destruction is his domain, he does not like it when those things are happening beyond his control, so he takes control of the situation himself.

Burning Spice is also quick to redirect any other emotion into anger because that's easier to manage, so the stages of grief he goes through are all just filtered directly into Anger and used as fuel to destroy more things. No one else would even be able to tell he's mourning at all, but deep down, he is, even though he doesn't want to. He's seen this happen over and over again, it shouldn't affect him anymore. He's angry at himself for letting it affect him. For letting himself grow attached to something- someone- he knew would be nothing but ash beneath his feet within a century in the first place. And yet...

Mystic Flour would perhaps put some effort in looking into how to make her partner immortal, just so that they could see everything else be reduced to flour with her before they both also were reduced to nothing. But she's not too torn up about it if unable to.

She starts to treat her aging partner as if they were already dead at a certain point, which certainly doesn't feel great for them. Comforting them about their inevitable and rapidly approaching fate is not a very nice thing to hear when they are currently still alive, probably have at least a few years of life left in them, and would probably like to enjoy those last few years rather than just think about their approaching death the whole time.

If their old age comes with any particularly high amounts of pain or memory loss, she's likely to speed up the process as a 'mercy'; Inflicting them with the Pale Ailment, which kills them within the day.

The whole day she holds and comforts them until they are reduced to flour, telling them soon they will feel nothing- no joy, yes, but also no pain. That there's nothing to fear. She sits there for a little longer after they're gone, still speaking comfort. Then she gets up and leaves; She feels nothing about it. Nothing at all.

Yet... a part of her, buried deep under layers of apathy, does wish they had lasted longer. Been at her side to see the rest of the world be reduced to flour first. Oh well.

Also, while I can't give proper thoughts until she's released, I think Eternal Sugar would probably Sleeping-Beauty her partner. Lock them in an eternal rest where they're basically dead, but their body does not age or rot further, and they're technically still breathing, so its like they're still there with her! (<- Coping extremely hard.)

[the-alpha-doodle-dome]

introducing him to some highbrow entertainment

[burningspicesaxe]

I love them so much I hope nothing bad happens to them (fifteen missiles were then sent to both beasts and they exploded and crumbled)

[crnl-chicken-tots]

Combing that beastly mane is the last of his worries when there are still whole civilizations to eradicate 👹

[foolnamedjoey]

nah dude thats just funny

[burningcheese-merchant]

Oh my. What is this. Who are these people. What is going on. Oh cheeses oh crumbs oh my

(first chapter of the time travel AU is officially done, with all the illustrations included :) just waiting for my buddy to finish the cover/title. Then we'll get the ball rolling for real. Until then, enjoy this preview)

(this was drawn by my friend @pythoticusbingle btw. Not me. Obviously not me haha I can't do a fraction of this. Gotta give proper credit)

[allimili]

"Run and Don't look back!"

[centaur-dreaming]

Sophomore Jeremy:

[bl0ssom-skies]

Some stuff for an au ive been cooking up with some friends

An au where blueberry milk is born later, and is taken in and raised by elder faerie after shadow milk is sealed away

The au's name is From Shadows to Silver :D