#my dream is to be put in a terrarium for a while

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[yan-lorkai]

Kicks the door open I have come! to request a Self-aware AU with the Twst bois. When they and the Darling/MC/Player/S/O switch bodies. However, the Darling isn't inside the game. So it's like the Darling waking up in the boys' bodies inside the game, and the boys waking up in the Darling's body in the real world. Thankyou very much 🙏👍🫂✨

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ a/n: self-aware au, my beloved. It was so fun to write this and I wrote a lot too 🥺💓. It took me a while to finish, so I hope you like it, darling!

Azul could always feel your presence through the puppet you control. He felt calm when you looked at him. He felt delighted at every laugh you laughed, and he wanted nothing more than to be beside you. The real you. He wished really hard for it to be possible someday, not knowing that this was exactly what was going to happen. Although his request was successful, there was just one error in the equation: he was in your body, your holy, beautiful body. Which means... You were in his horrible body.

While others would feel happy (and he really is happy to an extent), Azul feels a sense of trepidation knowing that you were awaking in his body and there was no way for him to check on you. Or could he? He tried calling his own phone but it wasn't possible. Resigned, he then took to explore your room and home and if you have any roommates / lived with your parents, Azul would try get along with them and collect information on you. While this isn't the ideal, Azul still has to think ten times ahead so when he take you to Twisted Wonderland (not a matter of if but more of when), he could make you sign a deal.

By the way, he definitely try to unlock your phone. And since he is in your body, Azul may try to unlock your phone with your fingerprint or your face if your phone has that function. If he is successful Azul will read your messages as if it were a magazine, he would see what type of songs you listen and videos you like to watch, what's in your history. Basically he is your fbi agent seeing everything on your phone, there's not a thing he'll not see. Good luck for you, reader. That's why I always I always delete my history lol.

Meanwhile you. You wake up on Azul Ashengrotto's body, the octavinelle dorm leader. Geez, are you dreaming? But everything is so real and feels so real. Jade and Floyd seems so real. And their voices, mocking and teasing, almost condescending as you tried your best to act like Azul. They seemed to know that something was wrong but neither choose to ask, brushing off as you being busy with a new scam plan. You were overjoyed but also anxious, without knowing what to do. Could you even return to your body at all? Only time will tell.

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Jade always knew that something was strange with this world, it was almost too... Surreal? He can't quite put into words the things he feel but everything was so much clearer whenever he could feel your presence when he was studying or riding his broom. He could feel your presence when he was cooking, when he was talking about this terrariums, when he was beating people who broke their part of the deal. You seemed to favor him, to love him. He could feel your affection seeping through your cellphone. And he wished to see you, to know you as intimately as you knew him.

And that wish became real. One day he woke up in a different bedroom, in a different body, then, while he is a little surprised, Jade just brush this off as something you did. Perhaps you wanted to show him your world? You wanted to show him your life? Or were you trying to show him something else? Either way, Jade is having the time of his life in your body. Though, as if he was mesmerized by it, he caught himself looking himself at the mirror to see your face staring right back at him. He looks like an excited kid making silly faces in front of the mirror. Honestly he is so unserious. Making faces and silly dances, and laughing because of it.

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Floyd is instantly thrilled, if somewhat bewildered. At first, he messes around with everything he can find, marveling at your surroundings and taking a deep dive into your belongings — he finds it all so fascinating. He’s absolutely entertained by exploring your room, your things, and all the little details that give him insight into your life. But once the novelty wears off, his mischievous nature kicks in. He wants to know everything about you — what you like, your habits, your friends — and he’s not afraid to dig deep. Floyd starts exploring your social media, searching for anything that brings him closer to you and your world. If he finds anyone he thinks might be close to you, he’s ready to make them uncomfortable with cryptic messages or odd behavior, wanting to make it clear that no one knows you better than him.

Meanwhile, you, trapped in Floyd’s body, have to navigate his spontaneous, unpredictable moods and intense physicality — whether in class, on the basketball court, or during his shenanigans. He's having the time of his life while you are fighting for yours, even more when Azul send you to squeeze some people. Like??? How are you supposed to do this????

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Silver always dreamt of you. He knew you, the feeling of your love and affection, the tone of your voice, even if when he woke up he forget everything. A blurry line separating you two. For a while, he thought that you were some higher being that he created on his mind, a simple part of his imagination. That is until this magicless student come around and your presence was all over them, controlling them, talking through them. He wanted to get closer, he wished he could talk to you, to bask on your presence. But he couldn't. He couldn't break his code. Not yet.

But when he slept that night something was different. He couldn't jump into another dream, his voice was different, his height was different, then when he inched closer to the mirror, he saw. A different face. And he knew instantly that it was your face. It was a very beautiful face, exactly how he had imagined. Though it was not what he wanted. He wanted to talk to you, to tell what he felt whenever your gaze was upon him. He didn't want to be you. Or for you to be him.

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Riddle wakes up in your body, feeling completely disoriented and frustrated with the lack of control he has over the new, unfamiliar world around him. But soon, the shock turns into curiosity and then into obsession as he realizes he now has full access to everything about you, your routines, belongings, even your weaknesses, and insecurities.

Riddle’s meticulous nature drives him to organize your life, make everything as “perfect” as he can, so when you’re back, it’ll be clear that he knows what’s best for you. He spends hours exploring your things, setting up strict plans, and making lists, even going so far as to cut out people he feels are a bad influence. All of this, in his mind, is for your “own good.”

In Twisted Wonderland, you’re now bound to the rules of Heartslabyul, balancing Riddle’s strict schedule, navigating his many routines, and dealing with his high standards as you struggle to maintain his reputation without causing a commotion.

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Jamil is quick to adjust, immediately masking his initial confusion in favor of stealthily gathering information about your world. He keeps a low profile, but behind that calm facade, he’s strategically piecing together every part of your life, figuring out who’s important to you and how he can stay in your life even if he returns to his world. Jamil moves through your world with subtlety, observing your friends and family with a quiet intensity, noting who to trust — and who to remove from your life. He’s ready to make subtle changes to your social circle or behavior, aligning your life with what he thinks is “best.”

Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, you’re handling Jamil’s carefully hidden responsibilities, feeling the pressure of his dual life between serving Kalim and managing his own ambitions, all while trying not to slip up and reveal your true identity. It's difficult.

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Kalim wakes up in your body with sheer joy and fascination, his excitement overriding any initial confusion. He’s absolutely delighted to be in your world, taking in every little detail with childlike wonder. Kalim sees this as an opportunity to become even closer to you, and he goes about learning everything there is to know about your life, friends, and family, brimming with excitement to be part of it all. He’s incredibly affectionate with anyone he meets, happy to share his thoughts, and may unintentionally end up sharing details about “you” that leave people puzzled. He can’t resist splurging a bit on your behalf, thinking he’s treating you.

As for you, adapting to Kalim’s responsibilities in Twisted Wonderland is overwhelming, as you’re thrown into his high-energy life and surrounded by his devoted friends and followers. His cheerful, social world is a whirlwind of activity and expectation, especially with Jamil by your side, assessing every move you make with a scrutinizing eye.

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When Ruggie wakes up in your body, he’s initially thrown off but quickly realizes the opportunity in front of him. Instead of panicking, he takes a strategic approach, savoring every moment as he explores your life and digs into your personal world. His tendencies kick in subtly but intensely; he’s not one for grand, showy gestures, but every action is deliberate, aimed at securing his presence in your life as deeply as possible, as he changes your wallpaper for fanart of him and enters the game to level up all his cards for you.

He begins by poking through your belongings, finding small things that give him insight into your personality, routines, and friends. Ruggie is careful to go unnoticed, learning as much as he can about your relationships and keeping mental notes about anyone he thinks poses a “threat” to his place in your life. He’s not above making subtle changes, distancing you from people he dislikes and reshaping your social circle to align with his preferences, but he does so with skillful subtlety — most people won’t even realize he’s manipulating things from behind the scenes.

If you have a job, he’ll blend right in, charming your colleagues and subtly gaining their favor, leaving an impression that makes it hard for anyone to forget you. He’s naturally resourceful, too, so he takes a look at your finances, maybe even setting aside a bit of extra money “for emergencies” (which, of course, he intends to use for things he thinks you’ll need down the line).

Meanwhile, back in Twisted Wonderland, you’re adjusting to the gritty pace of Ruggie’s life in Savanaclaw. His resourcefulness is evident in every little aspect of his world — from balancing odd jobs to navigating the intense social structure under Leona’s rule. You feel the constant need to stay alert, manage his reputation, and keep up with his never-ending hustle. It’s a life of quick thinking, constant negotiation, and clever shortcuts that keep you on your toes, giving you a firsthand taste of Ruggie’s way of surviving in a world that doesn’t make things easy. You made a note to dote on him when you get back to your body, he deserves.

[rakkuntoast]

the more I think about sneeg, bugza and o!Phil's final moments together the more I WEEP. they could've been team rocket,,,,

so cool that bugza can only leave hardcore through dreams. is it only q!Phil's dreams or any Phil? how'd he discover this?? does he start trying to gather information on radiation through that way or is his ability too limited for that?

i love sneegs lush containment. he's getting ENRICHMENT (preventing further trauma) in his timeout cage

can't believe ender tricked sneeg. what a dick. did o!Phil and q!Phil's possession happen at the same time or did ender go back forth between them when the other didnt work? does he still control o!Phil's body? Since he's really dead, do you think a funeral or something similar would be done for him or would it be put off for later since Sneeg doesn't remember anything yet?

what does sneegs amnesia recovery look like?? what does he start remembering first? how's rose looking out for both of them??

slept thinking about them and woke up thinking about them the grind never stops 💪

i hope you know your asks are enrichment for my silly little brain cuz i get to think more about this au and it makes me very happy

this is where we go to headcanon territory as well of some parallel universe insanity. i think the only phils that werent a "dream" were e!phil and c!phil, the rest of them i would say its kinda like astral projection more than a dream? its weird to explain but in my own perception of the philzaverse it happens parallel to hardcore since its been shown how some phil's are more separate form "canon"/hardcore rather than just being the same guy

(this is the visual representation of overthinking and insanity) (also i know qphil is technically the same guy but its literally canon that for him hardcore is no more than a dream, so im pretty much sure yeah he is separate from the line of cphil)

i lost the plot while explaining this, is it consecuential? maybe! but it may explain how i treat bugza's dream hopping stuff. as for your question it just happened one day lmao, but it is useful to gather info yesyes, the feds in qsmp do have good research about radiation since the purg 2 incident

sneeg's containment is literally a terrarium LMAO. mutated bug in terrarium for detox

here we get to headcanon and au stuff territory again. their possession DID happen simultaneously, ender used ophil as a funnel of energy so it was easier for him to manifest himself in quesadilla. qphil and ophil didnt meet while going through this though

and yes some sort of homenage happens when sneeg has partially recovered, or really just enough for him to remember ophil

sneeg's recovery is.... slow at first, mostly cuz they can't tackle much of his amnesia if he's still a walking glowstick. he remembers bugza first (since its what stopped him from attacking bugza in the first place lmao) and while hanging out around him gets faints memories of ophil. rose suggested bugza he should try reenacting past experiences with sneeg or constantly giving him stuff that might jog his memory a bit

the first thing bugza gave him was a trident with riptide which sneeg later renamed to fork by himself, and from that sneeg's inventory consists of stuff that may remind him of people he knew from osmp (like carrots, amethyst, bow and arrows, a dark blue axolotl, etc etc)

rose constantly forces bugza to go to bed cuz the guy keeps depriving himself from sleep researching a way to help sneeg out with his memory issues as well of keeping him in check. she enjoys chatting with sneeg but needs to reeplace the flowers once in a while cuz they keep wilting or mutating around him

[officialdaydreamer00]

star child!! please deliver my letter(⁠~° - °)⁠~🍫🍭🍬🎂🍧🍯🍩🍭🍩🎂🍧🍩🍫🍯🍧🍬🍭🎂🍬🍭🍩🎂🍩🎂

To my beloved Jade,

How are you, my love? It's quite cold here where I am, and I see it's snowing in Twisted Wonderland. I know you're not much affected by the cold, but I do hope you'll stay warm. I fear we may never be able to share each others' warmth, so at the very least, keeping yourself warm with me in mind might make up for it. Think of it as my concern for you transcending our realms.

It's almost a year since I've met you, time really does fly quickly, doesn't it? You've brought me so many beautiful emotions, and though not always positive, I've enjoyed and treasured every single one. Seeing you has really become quite a highlight of my year, I hope you might feel the same.

You would likely call me foolish for hoping this, but I genuinely do hope our realms will cross one day. Then I'd be able to cook for you and watch you eat contently, I could go hiking with you and make terrariums with you, and maybe you could join me in some of my hobbies too. This world as it is now, is far too cruel for us, don't you think?

Time is running out, so I'll end this letter quickly. I love you dearly, from the bottom of my heart, and I think of you ever moment I am wake, and I dream of you when I'm not. You are so incredibly important to me, you silly sly eel.

Oh, and I do hope you'll be able to spare more time for me this Halloween hahaha, I'd love to see more of you in your costume.

Yours till the end of time,

Your Sunflower

i hope this isn't too long hehe, love this new event sm💕

*happily yoinks the sweets* you got it bossman!! (can't believe you're the first one again, rinna :O it must be fate!!)

My dearest Sunflower,

I am overjoyed to receive a letter from you. I sure hope you are keeping yourself warm and healthy in this cold weather.

Indeed, it is snowing in Twisted Wonderland, and while I am not affected, as you have said, it warms my heart seeing how many thoughts you put into this silly little eel. I am so proud of you, my dear, and every effort you made in your own everyday life.

Time truly does seem to fly so quickly whenever I am with you. My heart longs to see you more and more with each passing day, and it aches when you have to leave. As much as it pains me, I understand why. It is your own life, after all.

But Sunflower, dearest, every one of those moments with you are, and will always be, held dear to my heart. If the mere wish of meeting you and holding you in my arms is what you called foolish, then I, too, am a fool. For I dared to cling to a dream that may never come true. Still, I know it is just wistful thinking, but perhaps this is the chance that the universe is giving us to connect, albeit through just a letter.

I should not let our dear messenger waiting for too long. I love you to the moon and back, Sunflower. You occupied my every waking thought, and my every dream. You are just as important to me as I am to you.

Sincerely yours,

Jade Leech♡

P.S. I look forward to our time together this Halloween

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[jacksoneblackburn]

Demigod With A Hundred Names part 4, bc im bored

Chapter 4:

Do Oracles Usually Do This?

Hi, yes, I know.

It's been a while since I've logged in my demigod diary that Chiron makes us use. But, to be completely fair, after the trip to the Oracle (Rachel Dare, aka pookie, aka Red), I completely lost my ability to glow in the dark.

'How?', you may be finding yourself asking, and in response I shall tell you a story.

Once upon a- ugh, what am I? A Disney princess? Anyways, after we sat down with Red (Rachel's initials, and my nickname for her), and she gave us stale crackers and warm iced tea; something she really needed to invest in with her parent's money should be a full-sized refrigerator, and not the one the camp gives the cabins. Anyways, she looked uncomfortable.

I noticed her walls were painted white, instead of her usual murals of prophetic dreams and visions, on the dark cave walls.

"Rough few days," Rachel sighed. "Haven't been having any visions or anymore. It sucks, because I was finally getting used to the snake hissing occasionally." She sounded very dejected at the fact she couldn't hear the occasional hiss of a serpent. I, personally, would look for the snake and put it in terrarium to observe (and maybe make antivenom if it was poisonous. But, alas, I could barely even remember where penicillin came from.).

"And you'd thought that having a blank canvas would get the brain juices flowin'?" Leo chimed in, his hands in his pockets, more than likely to look for mints. "Y'know, primer and stuff like that."

Rachel looked at him, confused, and rightly so.

"What?- No-" Rachel was staring at him like he just said 2+2= rubber, or something like that, which wouldn't be too far off for Leo. "Well, you're right about the 'blank canvas' thing, but the primer? Where in Hades did you get that from?"

Leo shrugged. Rachel looked at me, and I followed his example. She sighed.

"Anyways, Jacks said you could help us with a situation." Tyler chimed in. "Considering you can't do anything prophetic right now- no offense- we might just leave-"

From the back of the cave, we heard a laugh from Connor Stoll and Katie. Connor threw a spider and our friend. Typical. I rolled my eyes and refocused the conversation.

"Tie-dye, just because Red doesn't have any prophecy blessings, doesn't mean she can't help us... Right?" I added in.

Rachel nodded. "I helped Percy out at the Battle of Manhattan, right? Why can't I help another hero out again?" Rachel beamed. I've never seen her so excited to go out on the field again. Man, etiquette school really does stuff to you (long story).

"Okay, so recently, because of a certain problem called 'Lester Papadopoulos,' my magical abilities have been on the fritz." I said while trying to make my fingers glow in the well-dimmed cave. Sadly, I just made the area around my hands darker. "We were hoping you could help with that, at least."

I then told her the story, Nico, Leo and Tyler adding on to parts I didn't quite catch because I was horrified at my parentage randomly changing. After the story was finished, I let out a long sigh. "So, that's about it."

Red nodded, a double-finger gun pushing up on her nose and lips; an attentive pose, used in pop culture media to show a character was intently listen and considering options (though most times, the character[s] had already made their mind up about the decision. So glad my magical ability to describe and explain stuff wasn't taken away. Pretend I rolled my eyes while I said that.).

"I see..." The oracle finally said. Then shrugged. "I dunno man, this seems outta my expertise. I think Annabeth is more suited for this kinda stuff. She's over at the Big House right now, I'm pretty sure. She should understand what's happening to you more than I do."

I sighed, and chewed on a stale cracker from the small, sad coffee table. I reluctantly coughed on the dry cracker in my mouth, and I managed to choke it down with the warm Arizona Green Tea (not sponsored, by the way). "Thank anyways, Red. Always a good time- CONNOR STOLL, BACK AWAY FROM THAT SPIDER, IT IS DANGEROUS." I shouted to the lone twin who was trying to lick the Arizona Red-haired Tarantula. A dejected 'aww...' could be heard shortly after from the back of the cave.

We all headed out, after thanking Rachel, and headed to the Big House. On the way there, I felt more spiritually attuned. Not to myself, but to the environment around me. How does Nico deal with this all the time?! It's so weird. And even worse, I felt more attracted to the shadows than normal, which, no thank you, I've dealt with more than enough times through my life(s).

I started to space out, and recall my time in the early to mid-1700s America. My mother, a woman from a 3rd generation family of Spaniards who moved to England, who's great grandfather was of Irish and German descent, was baking a pie for me in our small colony. This was before the war happened, by the way, and she was making a strawberry pie. The sweet aroma of the tart strawberries baking in the crust was delightful. I remembered myself eating the pie, and looking up at my mother who made it.

Except... I couldn't see her face anymore...

It was like the shadows that I had been enveloped in that defied space-time, seemingly started to envelope my memories.

I tried my best to remember her face. I couldn't.

As if, I, the person who can sing beautiful songs to make Dryads and flowers cry, heal any wound, and can manipulate the shadows, couldn't move this one... It hurt... Not physically, but emotionally. I felt the warm tears fall off of my neck and onto the orange shirt fabric that I was wearing.

I felt a warm hand touch my left shoulder, like a friend would, and the other person (who smelled like freshly mowed grass), firmly grasped the other. Each of them different, but still able to covey the same message: 'Are you okay?'

The answer was simple. But I couldn't tell them, not anyone. Not yet, at least. Not even Tyler as I snapped back to reality and the image of my mother was no longer reflected from my inward eye.

The answer?: No... No I was not...

[bigspikesusie]

would you still be our big spike if we were worms

I can honestly say, yes! I would love to be y'all's Big Spike even if you were worms!

If all of my Tumblr Tinies™ were suddenly worms I'd get a big clear plastic bin. I'd fill it with a bunch of dirt and mulch for you guys to burrow and dig into. I'd plant little bits of moss and succulents for you guys to have something pretty to look at and munch on!

Id spritz you all down with water three times a week so your little wormy skin wouldn't dry out and I'd set a plate of fresh fruits and veggies everyday so you got good nutrients to live your best wormy lives

Id put your terrarium next to a cracked open window so you'd get all the sunlight and fresh air you could want and on nice warm days I'd take the bin outside so you could all feel the cool summer breeze

I'd give each worm a little pat before bedtime and I'd read a story out loud while you settled into your little dirt and moss beds to dream about little diggy wormy dreams, knowing that you were all loved for just being your little wormy selfes <3

[cult-rangoons]

i l.ove how you draw blast man so so so much i think about him regularly. hes like a homunculus. id put him in an air tight jar like a terrarium for a while and aee what happen.s . Please never change

Augh. AAOUGH. Thank you so much i keep rereading this over and over because it makes me so. AUGH!!!!!!

The positive feedback on how i stylize him is like a big dream come true for me. Ive been drawing him for 5 years 💀💀💀

while my fixiation on mega man is a lot less intense nowadays, he is living in my brain and crossing wires

[acaseforpencils]

A Case for Decorations.

Hi everyone! I realize it's been a second since the last interview was posted on here—I've been taking a break from Case (hopefully, I'll get back to it after the holiday season!), but I haven't been taking a break from working on little projects. I have been having so much fun making holiday crafts, that I thought I'd share some of my work, and give some tips in case anyone else was interested in making their own little treats!

I had been coveting gingerbread houses that I had been seeing at places like HomeGoods, but wasn't feeling the prices. However, I saw plain wooden LED houses at Michael's for $4.99, and I had already been making little gingerbread ornaments, so I figured I could easily make my own gingerbread house, for relatively cheap! I first layered on brown acrylic paint, followed by a glittery acrylic paint top coat. After that all dried, I used a hot glue gun to build up the larger areas of "frosting." Then, I used puff fabric paint to cover the glue and do the more intricate designs.

The gingerbread tree (far right in the picture) is a florist's cone that I got with a 60% off coupon at Joann Fabrics. That required a lot of layers of paint, even though I used a sealant before hand! I already owned the mini plastic candy canes from a previous project, but I could see being able to make them with hot glue and paint!

With this project, I found that you should never try to do the fine details when the paint bottle is more than half full, if you want more control. I also recommend doing multiple houses at once, because you want to allow half the house to dry (which takes hours!) before doing the other sides. I had originally intended to do three, but it didn't seem quite like a village, and my mom kindly gave me two more of the houses, which was a treat!

These little metal ornaments were fun and fairly simple to make! I had been seeing dozens upon dozens of cool little folksy ornaments being made out of scrap metal (such as pie tins), and had to try it myself! All you need is metal, something like a knitting needle (to draw designs), scissors, and an ornament hanger! I used hot glue to put together the flower. I really enjoyed this project, and hope to make more sculptural projects with metal soon!

So for my birthday in October, I asked my twin brother for a gift card to Michael's, which has fueled a great many of my holiday projects! I saw these snow globes that you can fill yourself, and decided to make a holiday terrarium! You can make your own for very cheap—buy some holiday stems at Joann's or Michael's (or wherever you can find them), find a cheap glass receptacle at Goodwill, and add a short length of led fairy lights (with a timer setting of course) and you will have a beautiful centerpiece for less than $10!

I found all sorts of blank wooden ornaments for decorating for 79 cents at Joann Fabrics, so I I have been having a lot of fun painting them. i designed my dream wreath, though it might be a bit expensive if I were to make it full size!

I have always loved dried oranges, so I decided to make them in my oven this year! Word to the wise, they take FOREVER, so don't start them at 7pm on a weekday if you are hoping to get them done before 1 am! I attached them to a garland that I got at Joann Fabric's for ~$3 during their holiday sale this weekend!

I had been seeing wreaths similar to this for years, but the ones I liked best seemed to be over $200, so I thought I'd take a crack at it myself! The little houses I had bought a while back, as Christmas tree ornaments, but I thought I'd paint them (with an extra glittery top coat), and use them on this wreath instead! Many of the trees I purchased at The Dollar Tree. The base of the wreath (not visible!) was less than $5 at Michael's (though I attached snowy boughs to cover it). If you find yourself with bare spaces, use cotton battiing (with glittery acrylic paint on top) to cover them up for a fun snow effect!

I had made a gingerbread garland out of felt and fabric paint last year, and still had plenty of materials, so I decided to make a fun wall piece with what I had left over. The spoon was my mom's idea (a baking sort of thing)!

I hope to make more little holiday crafts in the upcoming weeks, and recommend you do the same. A lot of times, artists make a lot of art for others, but I think (if you can find the time!) that it's important to make little keepsakes for yourself, that you'll get to cherish for years to come. I was thinking about how holiday decorating is often not just something you do for yourself, but a way to bring joy to others as well. I can't tell you how many times I have seen a house with beautiful lights that just made my day!

I know that this hasn't been the easiest couple of months for most people, but I hope things brighten up soon, and that everyone has a happy holiday season! I've been doing this blog for close to ten years now, and I really appreciate your continued support! I plan on working on some cross-stitching next—you can keep up with me on my Instagram here!

—Jane

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[flavorfrown]

dream log <3

CRAZY dream last night where we went to dutch bros, and instead of asking us to pull our car forward while we were ordering the broista asked us to take her to a strip mall cafeteria, where she informed us that there were some issues and they’d have to get us our drinks there. this whole time i was trying to sign into my app on my phone so i could get points and see what was in their new “green matcha latte”, which i am almost certain was implied to contain weed. so we chilled in the cafeteria while she talked to her coworkers about how fucked up it was that dutch bros had to serve drinks at the strip mall. she brought out drinks, and then we went home.

when i got to my apartment there were so many ants in a line, and when i went to check them they were tiny motherfucking GORILLAS. so i called my partner to say “holy shit there are a bunch of tiny gorillas everywhere” and when they came over we found an open envelope that said “grow your own gorilla!” on it but i hadn’t checked the mail in a few days canonically in this dream, so i have no idea where they came from.

anyway the gorillas started building shit all over and i asked if i should put them in a terrarium or something and my partner said no, because that seems cruel. so i let them hang out in my house. at this point i realized i had never gotten my green matcha latte.

another feature of this dream which i am almost certain was inspired by planet zoo was a feature where you could check in on each gorilla with an app. i saw a tiny gorilla scaling my wall named gorilla 7.

after ALL of this, i went to a treehouse where members of the hit Minecraft SMP hermitcraft were hanging out. they asked me how my day was and i told them about the tiny gorillas and showed them the cameras. hermitcraft member rendog said that he had heard of tiny gorillas once, but thought they were discontinued. they all laughed and i woke up.

i shit you not this was the most elaborate, complex dream i have ever dreamt. i have been thinking about planet zoo and sea monkeys recently so i think that’s where that comes from, i don’t know why dutch bros was ghost kitchening in a strip mall.

[dreamstobedreamt]

Friday February 14th

For the last couple days my dreams have taken place in the same setting. A holiday park where my houe is. This house is brand new and still needs a lot of work done.

The first dream consisted of me getting the house and exploring it. There were a bunch of bedrooms, 2 living rooms a huge kitchen, library and diningroom. In the basement were a bunch of aquariums and terrariums.

In the second dream I was filling 6 of the aquariums and I had to search the entre holiday park to find different fish and amphibians. I eventually found a bunch and put them in their aquariums while two of my collegues were watching me and judging me. My parents slso moved in with me in the big house.

The third dream, tonight, consisted of me trying to get a snake for one of the terrariums. I eventually found a beautiful cornsnake wanderinf around the holiday park and I took it with me. I showed him to my parents but theyqere too busy watching Ghosts US to care abiut my snake so I went to bed. I put the snake next to my bed on the ground and as I woke up the next day it was still there. I put the snake in its terrarium while my collegues from the seckond dream still sat there, staring and judging me.

The entire fish basement smelled rancid because it was cold outside and whenever it was cold outside water went bad.

I went to the reception of the holiday park to fix the smell and found a book of missing children on wheels running around. I asked it if it knew my brother and my brother flew out of the book.

Is asked him why he was in there since that was only for missing children and he told me he was missing. Apparently he took the bus with a bunch of other children and holiday park employees to see Santa that morning but the employees just left him in the city and he'd been wanderinf around for 3 days.

I took him back home and my parents hadn't even noticed because they had been too busy watching Ghosts US.

[thedruidsdenexotics]

New terrarium completed

Terrarium Setup (Part 2)

Last week I had received my DIY bio-active terrarium and added expanding foam to the sticks I had picked out to fill the space in the enclosure.

This was my first time ever using the Great Stuff expanding foam. After allowing it to cure for 24 hours, I went to remove the wire supports and one of the sticks didn't adhere correctly. Thankfully it popped off immediately and didn't wait until there was an animal in the enclosure.

I trimmed back the extra Great Stuff foam and added some sphagnum moss with aquarium silicone. I also zip-tied a pot in the background to allow for the pink polka dot plant (Hypoestes phyllostachya) to be added as a floating plant.

I was actually quite impressed that my contributions to the enclosure came out looking as good as they did.

Next, my husband moved it to it's place in the Den. Once it was on the shelf, I was able to "blueprint" the plants in the bottom.

This was probably easier than it will be with future enclosures as I've been day dreaming the layout of this enclosure for months. I then added the drainage layer (LECA balls), substrate barrier, and substrate (Unz-arium simple soil).

The pothos (Epipremnum aureum) was actually 2 different plants, root-wise. I took the smaller pothos and put it in the stage left from of the enclosure. I also added a loose stick that I plan to train the pothos up as it grows.

I added dairy cow isopods (Porcellio laevis) and some springtails. Finally, I added some leaf litter, sphagnum moss, and a cute little piece of aquarium decoration that I think helps add the feeling of being in a little magical fairy world.

I also set up a Mist King automatic misted but I didn't take any pictures of that process. I need to add another nozzle but I'm okay with supplementing the plants with manually watering for now.

Now comes the hard part for my ADHD, the waiting for it to grow out a bit more. A couple of months and I'm hoping that it will start looking more forest-y.

Plant Project

I re-potted all of the little pothos cuttings to their big kid pots. All had nice healthy tap roots. I also didn't get any pictures of this but I will include a visual update of the Den next week.

This project is now also a waiting game while the cutting grow large enough to list for sale.

Cabinet/Wood Products Project

No updates for this project this week. However, now that the first enclosure is planted and the cuttings are now in their big kid pots, this is going to be the financial focus.

My goal is to have the workshop completed by spring 2025.

Upcoming Shows/Expos

October 20th – Corning Reptiles and More

October 26 – Rexpo Fall 2024

We're probably going to miss the Corning Reptiles and More show as my sister's wedding is the day before but I really hope I can make it for their spring show.

What’s Next?

Fall is hard for me, more overcast days and shorter days really mess with my motivation. I'm keeping my eyes on the next steps forward and I'm super proud with the steps I've taken so far.

I'm gonna focus on getting the garage converted to be my husband's wood workshop next as far as financial investment. I think that my goal of having it completed by spring of next year is realistic.

I'm super happy with how my first bioactive enclosure came out. It's what I always wanted when I was a kid but the knowledge to do them wasn't as common in the hobby in the 90's. It definitely makes my inner child happy and that was the ultimate goal.

[awokennerd]

Saw this post and decided to focus on the two ghosts who have the most amount of headcanon lore--Minerva (my warlock, Bubo’s, ghost) and Edgewise (my bf’s titan, Tripore’s, ghost). Over the years, we have slowly fleshed out what our ghosts would be like, often when the Ghost is involved, we try to identify which one of our ghosts is speaking. So yeah, we just have way too much lore about them lol. 

Ghosts who refuse to heal their Guardians when they’re mad (in non-critical situations)

Totally Edgewise. He would get mad at Tripore for making Edgewise rezz him one too many times, so at the end of a battle, when he’s not too hurt, Edgewise just won’t heal him (Of course, it helps Edgewise knows Tripore has his warlock gf nearby to put down a well or rift for Tripore). Edgewise is like Saladin’s ghost, Isirah, who just believes that their guardian needs to just get good and not die so much. 

Ghosts who insist they want to try out tons of ridiculous hobbies, or try to find some to do with their Guardian

Minerva is the one who is upset about the possible ballet fan, Rasputin, getting hurt in that one strike. Bubo is very much into drawing and sewing in her down time, especially drawing cause she can take it with her very easily on her ship. Meanwhile, her ghost loves the performing arts. Music. Ballet. Dancing. Plays. Minerva likes to float around doing little dances and volunteers at the Ghost Community Theater.

Ghosts who sneakily transmat things they like back to the ship, much to the surprise of their Guardian

Minerva and Bubo are hoarders of mementos, so yes, I can see this happening 

Ghosts who like their own little cubby/space to spend time while their Guardian sleeps (it’s fully decorated)

I DREW A COMIC AND GAVE IT TO MY BOYFRIEND OF BUBO GETTING MINERVA AND EDGEWISE A LITTLE TERRARIUM FOR THE DAWNING. Of course Minerva absolutely adores it! Edgewise doesn’t like it, but secretly loves it and sometimes is caught sleeping in there when he thinks no one is looking but it's in a high-traffic part of the house, so he gets caught a lot. It has a little dreaming city tree and fairy lights and some small pillows and blankets. It's pretty lit. I need to draw just the concept art again and post it on here.

Ghosts that bonk their shells against their Guardian in frustration or playfulness

Definitely Minerva playfully.

Ghosts that hate each other, but their Guardians are best friends or lovers

MINVERA AND EDGEWISE ARE COMPLETE OPPOSITES LOLOL. They have to put up with each other now that their guardians are dating. Even worse was during the Red War, Bubo and Violet’s apartment (they were roommates when Bubo was a wee new light. Violet's apartment had a spare bedroom or two for hunter friends who wanna crash for a few days when they actually come to the city) was destroyed, so after the war Bubo moved in with Tripore. They eventually got a bigger apartment around Witch Queen. And this means Edgewise has to deal with both Bubo and Minerva who are weirdos. Bubo is always trying to learn about weird awoken magic he is pretty sure isn’t legal/safe to use in the city. And even weirder is her ghost Minerva who constantly floats upside down and is too happy considering how serious things are with the world right now. So yeah, they don’t hate each other, but they have very different personalities that clash. 

Ghosts who don’t care what their Guardian thinks, because who’s been alive longer? That’s right. It’s Ghost.

This is Edgewise. Definitely. 

Ghosts who are *way* too into the fashion show, and their Guardian is begging them to let it go

Minerva absolutely LOVES getting dressed up for literally everything and anything. He especially likes matching Bubo. Armor? Dresses? Casual nerdy warlock clothes? Minerva loves them all and loves getting fifty bazillion shells. Bubo’s wallet cries every single time they find a new shell out in the wild lol. But his favorite and the one he wears most often is his Rival Warlock Shell that bubo painted to match one of her armor sets (even tho she doesn’t wear those robes much anymore, he still loves it)

Ghosts who always use some of their down time in the City to mourn those lost. Some of those that their Guardian never knew, because they lived and died before Ghost found their Guardian.

Hmmm. Does Edgewise have an angsty backstory that explains why he is super serious all the time? Idk. I haven’t really thought of Minerva or Edgewise’s backstories. 

More Ghost things:

Ghosts who refuse to heal their Guardians when they’re mad (in non-critical situations)

Ghosts who ship their Guardian and are *vocal* about it

Ghosts who get passive-aggressive about who has a better Guardian (grandmas at a knitting circle style)

Ghosts who insist they want to try out tons of ridiculous hobbies, or try to find some to do with their Guardian

Ghosts who sneakily transmat things they like back to the ship, much to the surprise of their Guardian

Cuddly Ghosts who press up against their Guardian while they sleep

Ghosts who like their own little cubby/space to spend time while their Guardian sleeps (it’s fully decorated)

Ghosts who insist they’re better than their Guardian at interior decorating

Ghosts who like to wander the City alone while their Guardian is on the Tower taking care of things

Ghosts who remind their Guardian to sleep/eat/hydrate/fix their posture

Ghosts that bonk their shells against their Guardian in frustration or playfulness

Ghosts who get sick of it when their Guardian is in love

Ghosts that hate each other, but their Guardians are best friends or lovers

Ghosts that are best friends, but their Guardians hate each other

Ghosts without Guardians silently choosing a Lightless who they get along with, pretending they’re a pair for a while

Ghosts who stick with their Lightless friend until the end, hoping – always hoping – that it might change

Ghosts without Guardians that help look after the refugee children with/without parents, hoping to help in some way

Ghosts that are just. Really bad at reading the room, much to the chagrin of their Guardian.

Ghosts who don’t care what their Guardian thinks, because who’s been alive longer? That’s right. It’s Ghost.

Ghosts who made a bunch of friends (Guardian or Lightless) before they found their Guardian, so everyone forgets the new Guardian is there the first few times.

Ghosts who are WAY too proud of their Guardian, constantly embarrassing the Guardian who just wants to turn in bounties.

Ghosts who begrudgingly rate each new outfit/color as their Guardian plays fashion

Ghosts who are *way* too into the fashion show, and their Guardian is begging them to let it go.

Ghosts trying to sing with their Guardian – who also can’t sing.

Ghosts who adamantly want a pet

Ghosts who insist they can’t have a pet, because it’s already hard trying to keep the Guardian alive (and they get multiple shots at it)

Ghosts that get huffy when they’re upset, but not vocally. You just see their shells twisting and puffing in and out.

Ghosts betting things between each other (Hey, I bet you this shell that my Guardian will get more kills than yours)

Ghosts that tut at their Guardian over every little scratch and bruise out of worry

Ghosts who always use some of their down time in the City to mourn those lost. Some of those that their Guardian never knew, because they lived and died before Ghost found their Guardian.

Original post here

[breakfastteatime]

Comfortember Day 11 - Holding Hands

Greez and BD-1 stick with Cal. He can't be left alone... Okay, fine, maybe he could, but there's no way he will be unless all hell's breaking loose, the Empire’s on them, and the Mantis needs her pilot and a droid ready to work. Until that exact scenario occurs, Greez and BD are staying right where they are. Cal needs them. And no, they aren’t swapping out with Cere or Merrin because they both need rest as well.

They need to keep Cal calm, quiet and still. The kid still has a hole in his side that bacta and magick can only do so much with. Plus his lungs had a bit too much water in them not so long ago. Cere insists he'll be fine now with rest, but Greez has upgrading that to rest and constant monitoring. Cal's feverish and restless. Not dramatically restless; he isn't tossing and turning like he might take off running, he’s not shouting nonsense or throwing stuff around with the Force. He hasn’t even managed to kick off his blanket that Greez tucked around him a while ago. He's just... twitchy. Frowning. Mumbling. Kinda sweaty. Flushed. And it turns out redheaded Humans don’t look great when their skin’s trying to match their hair. Especially when all the red is across his cheeks and the rest of him is horribly pale.

Greez has to fix this. Or manage it at the very least. The kid’s worked so damn hard, hasn’t had a moment to catch his breath until now. It shouldn’t have taken stabbing and drowning to give him a chance to finally slow down. He needs rest. Good, quiet, peaceful rest. Except he’s not going to get it when his hands are scrabbling at the sheets, reaching for something that isn’t there.

Standing at Cal’s side, BD-1 droops and mewls. Greez reaches over, gives BD a solid pat on the head. “Yeah, I know,” he says. “I wish I could use some of that Force stuff and help him feel better too. We’re just gonna have to do it our way instead.”

Antennae wiggling, BD pauses for thought. Then, as an idea passes over his circuits, he worms his way under one of Cal’s hands. Greez chuckles and follows suit, taking hold of Cal's nearest hand. It’s still too cold for Greez’s liking. Humans don’t run as hot as Lateros (hair really doesn’t compare to fur after all), but Cal’s temperature is too high for another blanket. He’s still moving too much for the blanket to stay put too. Greez squeezes Cal’s hand gently, willing healthy warmth into him. Another of Greez’s hands brushes Cal’s sweat-and-sea-salt-drenched hair back from his forehead. Cal leans into the touch, his fretful stirring settling.

“There you go,” Greez says. “You just needed to know you weren’t alone, huh?”

Cal’s fingers twitch in Greez’s grip, slowly curling around Greez’s hand. BD-1 whistles gently, practically purring. His antennae twitch on either side of his head, brushing Cal’s fingers gently. He beeps again and Greez figures he knows what’s being said.

“Yeah, I think it’s a good sign.” Heart lifting, Greez keeps hold of Cal’s hand and plants himself more comfortably on the bed. “Alright kiddo, I don’t know for sure if you can hear me. I figure you probably can on some level, what with all your Jedi superpowers. So, listen up. You’re safe. Everyone’s safe. We got you back out of that nightmare, and now all you need to do is rest. No more of your worrying or fighting or any of that stuff. Just sleep and good dreams. You deserve it. And if you don’t start sleeping soundly, I am gonna have to bust out an old nursery rhyme or two.”

BD-1 seconds this with a cheery (if muted) series of beeps.

Greez keeps talking. “What are you gonna do when you wake up? Nothing that involves a lightsaber, let me tell ya. A quiet day with your music and the terrarium is more like it. Yeah, don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking at those plants. I promise I’ll teach you how to take care of them when you’re up to it. Guess I owe it to you, seeing as how you found all the seeds.” Greez chuckles. “Or maybe it’s time I finally teach you how to cook. You worked your way through my jogan pie pretty well. And I notice you’re a man who appreciates a good rice dish. Ever had kublag curry? That stuff is spicy in the right way – full of flavour and just the right amount of heat. I know, I know, it’s a traditional Life Day meal, but who says we can’t do what we want aboard my ship. Soon as you’re up for it, I’m gonna make you all your favourite meals. I’ll even let you have lie ins. I’m definitely not gonna wake you up right now until you’re up to it.”

BD-1 adds a comment here. It sounds like an insult.

“Hush, you,” Greez says. “Oversleeping’s as bad as lack of sleep. Usually. This is a special case. Cal is officially off the hook for the foreseeable.”

Disgruntled, BD-1 mutters quietly. Greez gets the feeling if Cal was awake, he’d be laughing right now.

Greez lets it go and returns to his monologuing. “Please don’t ever scare me like this again. Don’t scare any of us.” BD-1 punctuates this with such a loud beep Cal does stir and frown. Greez hushes him sharply and takes care to brush a thumb over the back of Cal’s hand. As Cal settles, BD apologises quietly. Shaking his head, Greez picks up where he left off. “We care about you, Cal, a lot. Place wouldn’t be the same without you. Or your ponchos. Actually, y’know what, that’s the first thing we’re gonna do when you’re healed up. Clothes shopping. Other outfits exist, and it probably wouldn’t hurt for you to change your style. The Empire’s gonna be looking for a redheaded scrapper after all. Besides, there’s no need to be so frugal now. Cere suggested Humans your age still potentially grow so that’s something we need to think about. Like I need you to shoot up a few more inches, make me feel really small. Anyway, clothes. Not everyone can pull off the old ankle-swinger look, alright? And I’m not saying you need a haircut, but you should probably know Merrin’s making comments about tying it back for you. I don’t have an opinion on hairstyles, honestly, I’m just making you aware. Personally, I think you should grow your hair out, rival Merrin, see who can pull off the nicer bun.”

The longer Greez talks, the more Cal settles and stills. BD-1 reports that his temperature, though still too high, has stabilised, and his readings suggest deep, restful sleep.

“There you go,” Greez says. “Just needed some company. I get it. Ol’ Greezy gets it.”

BD squawks.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you get it too, BD.” Greez places another hand around Cal’s, holding tight. A third hand reaches for the blanket, tucking it into place. “We’ve got you, kid. We’ve got you.”

(FAO @sauntering-down (✿◡‿◡))

(Also, this is an extension of this headcanon)

[moonflower-rose]

Hey there! List five things that

make you happy, then put this

is the askbox of the last ten

people who reblogged

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the happiness and positivity (ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞💕

This one is always so cute to see. Here are my five things:

Flax linen sheets - so soft, so cool in warm weather, so pleasantly wrinkled. Cosy as.

Velvet pillows - absentmindedly rubbing them with your hands or feet while reading or listening to music or talking, ugh just very relaxing and calming, I love it.

My awesome terrarium, I spend maybe a bit too much time staring at the moss and the leaves while in boring meetings, lol.

Escape to the Chateau. I've watched every season at least six times. I put it on when I need background noise, I put it on when I'm feeling sad or unwell, it just is so comforting and cheering and delightful, and they're living my dream but I don't hate them for it lol.

The Lives of the Mayfair Witches trilogy by Anne Rice. I first read these in my very early teens and for all their flaws I still fucking love them, and I've just finished re-reading The Witching Hour over the past two weeks while recovering from a chest infection.

Honourable mentions must also go to coca-cola, pizza, fresh flowers, What We Do In The Shadows, my bluetooth speaker(s), cheesecake, Nigella Lawson and all dogs.

[fryingpan1234567]

welp I’m obsessed now, have some more headcanons from my college au

Wow not just Empires this time? Crazy

So the DSMP- it’s funny because no one else really swears, so when one of them (particularly like Q or Tommy) swears they get like a hundred people going “LANGUAGE” and at least four of them flick them in the side of the head

A few of them show promise as far as building goes- Foolish and Sam are both pretty awesome STEAM people

Most of them still don’t know what they’re doing tho lmao

As previously mentioned, the dorm buildings are really funky but I want to talk about them more

So the ESMP (Empire Building) is gorgeous architecture and vaulted ceilings and mural walls done by students; very shmancy, as far as dorms go. And then all the rooms are very different styles- Joel and Pix share a room (bf things✨✨) and it’s an Ancient Greek style, Scott and Sausage have a very colorful place, Lizzie and fWhip’s room is full of plants, aquariums, terrariums, and as many other living things as possible, Katherine and Shelby have lots of witchy magic everywhere and it’s pink and green and purple and black, Gem and Jimmy’s place is an absolute mess of things, but it’s all perfectly organized and put together and Gem’s ceiling is a skylight. Ollie and Joey look right over the coast, but the dorm is mostly ship themed because Ollie pitches a tent on the beach most of the time

I… didn’t really want to talk about the other two I just wanted to do Empires XD

Well a lot could be said about everyone’s fashion sense, because here’s the thing: they’re college students

That means we’ve got some of them absolutely tryharding and the others too lazy to throw on much more than jeans, a partner’s shirt or hoodie, and the nearest pair of Converse

But our tryhards (Tango, I’m looking at you) are out here in full fits and sometimes makeup that they spent a good hour on that morning and like?? Who’s got that kind of energy??

But all of them have to try at least a little bit sometimes, because field projects are a thing and they can’t show up in their pajamas

Example number one: fWhip spends most of his time in a combination of Pix’s sweats, Joel’s hoodies, and Lizzie’s flannels. But when it’s time to climb down into a bigass cavern for three days, it’s a WHOLE other story

We’re talking cargo pants, hiking boots, Mojang Uni T-shirt, full climbing harnesses, and he’s tied the longer front part of his hair into a unicorn horn to keep it out of his face so you can see the freckles all over his cheeks and forehead. We’re not gonna talk about why his partners very suddenly had nosebleeds while waving him off on his trip have fun babe!!

Example two: Bdubs normally wears his fuzzy green bathrobe that looks like moss over a white T-shirt and black jeans, but on days where he was to present projects/ models/ builds, it’s a sweater over a collared shirt and a Uni cap that Etho ALWAYS has to steal just because it’s that tempting to mess with his poor short boyfriend

But ofc there’s always those ones (ahem DREAM) who just don’t put all that much effort in

Niki, Lizzie, Stress, Katherine, Gem, Hannah, and Shelby work at the campus coffee shop (their menu is infused with magic!)

You can order a latte with a shot of confidence if you’ve got a presentation

You can order extra hydration if you have a field trip and need to walk a lot and you don’t want to bring a water bottle

The campus wind sailing team that consists of Puffy, Joey, Ollie, Ren, and Keralis uses the bay for practice while the rest of everyone else has a beach day (it’s a crowded but lovely sight)

Truth or Dare at parties is a fucking nightmare are you kidding me

Do not challenge Dream to obstacle courses. The only one who’s ever beaten him is Grian

Anyways

[beni-draw-ikemen-please]

Casablancas

Tags: 5+ Years AU, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Vanilla, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, He is a boob man, Not Beta Read, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Light Angst, Waiting, Unrequited Love

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Word Count: 6,443

Rating: Explicit 

Pairing: Jade Leech x Asami Oda (OC)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32076625/chapters/79462633

A/N: All my TWST works will reference my original long fic of my OC, Asami and Leona Kingscholar.

If you'd like to know how the relationships got established, you may read the long fic EYES NOSE LIPS. I was in desperate need for some Jade teasing and smut and this came to me and I JUST - I needed to write it. Thank you so much for @pseudofaux​ for the help with writing some of the imagery I had for this piece. 

She is an amazing writer and writes for most Otome Fandoms (and anime) tastefully, skilfully and beautifully!

Chapter 1:  I’ve missed you

It would be like this. The quiet week when Jade finally takes a few days off from work. It would be subtle, but it was a regular occurrence, a few days in the middle of the month.

A few months before he finished his final year in the magical university, Jade was given a shiny opportunity as a manager-in-training for a luxurious hospitality agency. And while Floyd opted for a more adventurous career, Jade quite liked the more domestic approach. He liked staying in one place, and doing what he knew he could do best. To serve .

Triton Hotel is strategically and most notably one of the most iconic landmarks of Santería — a neighbouring Savanna sharing a border with Afterglow. About six hours by plane, but only two hours to pass through a magic mirror.

He’ll clock out with everything in order, a set of phone numbers and potions at the ready if an event where he is desperately needed may occur. He'll make sure though, prior to this appointment that he won’t be needed. At least, until his awaited engagement was fulfilled.

                                           ══════ ∘◦❁◦∘ ══════

As his gloved fingers aligned the last bit of stem on a vase of casablanca lilies, he straightened himself, brushed his jacket neatly in place as he eyed the clock. Any minute now—

A soft knock by his door. Precisely just as he predicted. His loft had been thoroughly cleaned, and he put on fresh flowers she liked. Got that room mist she picked out the last time they went out for tea. Jade Leech would breathe in, as if savouring the air through his lungs in this form. The form he felt fortunate to swell in.

To have this skin—

He reached for the brass handle, and as he opened the door, there she was. Raven hair tied neatly behind her. Her collared shirt buttoned just how he liked it. Her dark long skirt covered most of her beauty, beauty he was all too familiar with. Jade smiled at her, and gestured for her to come in. A gloved hand slowly finding themselves ghosting the small of her back. “Come in,” it tells her. Quietly, very gently hovering over, already anticipating the warmth of her supple—

“You’re late,” he chuckled, and instantly her cheeks would sport a mellow pink. And then, as he spoke and approached her, as his hands found her close and closer, the colour growing as intense, her apology now irrelevant, her face now too alluring, too inviting for him not to be this close. “Jade-san—

He wished she dropped the honorific. He felt as if she was calling someone else, someone familiar yet at the same time, still a stranger, even after all those years.

And though he was not present in her life, he hasn’t been for years— almost a decade— Jade felt that his shadow still clung around the scent of her hair. 

Still clawed its way into her dreams when they lay together at night.

“I’ve missed you so—” she did, and he could feel it. The way she pulled him close, so close to her, he would always need to reach down even though Jade knew he could easily lift her in his arms. But she wasn’t fond of that, he knew better. It would remind her of him— her other, her long-lost love. The one who didn’t return her affections. The one who left.

Remembering him ticks something inside of Jade.

Hands would trail from her small shoulders, slowly removing the white gloves with his teeth. A sight he knew always excited her.

Thumbs slowly finding themselves by the small of her neck. He’d stop there, mismatched eyes of ochre, and lead admiring her features, gently—fiercely. Jade always felt the need to compete with a ferocity that’s been a struggle for her to forget. Even with him there.

She is the same Asami, yes she is— though, the years have certainly made her even more impeccable than the days she used to waltz across the floors of the Mostro Lounge. And her long hair now, framed her face better. Not that her shorter hair didn’t. Something about her keeping it tight and in place behind her excited the fins under his flesh, under this form.

Something about the way she kept herself from others; from the long sleeves she always wore, to the way her hosiery clung to her skin, something about it made the corners of Jade’s lips pull up to a satisfied smile. Thumbs now gently finding their way around her jaw, and now she’s looking up at him. Lips slightly parted, pale and luscious — just the way he likes her. Flushed and eager with anticipation. She’s always been stirred around him, and as the years went by, and as she learned of his affections towards her, she was able to let her guard down. 

She was able to relax around him, and every now and then, she’d open the doors that led to her locked heart. 

Heart that’s been locked away for him— thinking about him made the inside of Jade’s stomach coil and quiver.

A man he loathed but thanked at the same time. For he made her so beautiful, made her wait, made her patient — exactly how he loved her.

Devoted, hungry and yearning — and how, as time twirled her around and around, the precious seconds that she’s on her own on this marble polished twisted floor—of magic and wonderland, of things that will never be known to her— he was able to perform his best steps so far. Like Rothbart, he was patient to learn that dance, he was patient to learn the music, patient to learn when the prince would step away from crescendo, patient to finally have her hands slowly find his.

And he was sure not to ever let her escape, not ever.

His lips were gentle on her cheek, and Jade could hear her soft humming as he trailed gentle kisses up to the side of her head just above her eyelid. Gently, very gently on her forehead, then his hands would slowly and gingerly press themselves along her jawline, his lips���now hungry and bruising against her chin, and then her jaw.

Longer, sweeter, and heavier kisses followed his fingers as he carefully trudged across her skin like gravity couldn’t help but press himself towards her . And Jade would feel her hands on his forearm, desperately pulling him closer. She can be impatient, with so many years being too patient. For him, it wasn’t an issue. He is willing to give her what she wants, what she always wanted but never felt like she deserved.

His lips would finally land on hers, and she was very quick to open her mouth to him. Inviting him into this world only of lush and velvet— of sweetness and bitterness, the taste that’s uniquely her.

He would always know.

“Jade,” when she is desperate like this, she is quick to lose herself. Quick to drop the politeness she once so carefully honed like he did. They were quite similar in this aspect. But in the way Asami lost herself, Jade found her over and over again. His tongue now finding salvation, finding comfort in her mouth. It’s been weeks since they saw each other. His work didn’t allow many days  for him to be away, certainly not even weekends, to their dismay. And she was unable to travel through mirrors without a companion bearing magic. Certainly not for more than a few minutes.

Her hands pulled him closer by the nape, her smaller figure trying her bestest to reach up to him, “I’m—

She is panting now, and it’s one of the things that Jade loved the most. Even more than his precious terrariums and the many trinkets he’s collected off the land throughout the years. She was like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow . The trinkets he’s collected, polished and admired were merely coins, coins that just sunk to the bottom of this grand marble fountain. And she was the centerpiece, and the rainbow her mere crown. Jade didn’t think it was possible to be this hungry, this crazy about a human woman.

Asami tugged at his collar, and with fingers almost as skilled and swift as Jade’s, his tie was immediately on the floor. His jacket was already coming off as she pushed him down his leather couch. A rich crimson, and with dusts of gold, much like her eyes. Eyes he’d admired for so long.  Jade is relaxed under her stare, she looked like a beast from this angle. Like a panther, ready to devour. He quite liked that contrast as she was as quiet and as shy as he could be prowling. Her knees resting between his legs, letting him know she wanted to take charge, maybe today if he let her. And Jade would smile, hands tight around the small of her back, and gently smoothing themselves around her waist, and then resting firmly by her lower abdomen.

“Come,” he invited her, his voice a smooth Ambrosian—a drug to Asami. 

Her hands rested around his shoulders as she leaned for another sweet kiss.

Jade loved the way she would seem brave as she leaned close, and how softly  and easily she melted under his embrace. And her head would gently rest on his shoulder after kisses, she would always be embarrassed like this. And Jade's hands would only pull her closer, gloved hands like a virtuoso of her melody, gently lifting the hems of her shirt, untucking her blouse and slowly undoing the buttons from the bottom, and then she moans.. And she would watch him, cheeks flushed red as he unbuttons her shirt. 

Her hands, still on his shoulders.

Jade would run his hands, from the bottom wire of her brassiere, to the fullness of her, cupping her breasts with his hands as she slowly reached for another kiss. Hands heavy around her, and then back to where he knows she loves it best. Orchestrating touches that earned him the sweetest of sounds. Her chest, her neck, and then again, her jaw. Followed by wet kisses, and eager nips. Hands finding themselves back down her breasts again, and Asami would always wonder when she’d black out during this slow languid way he fondled her. Her blouse would be on the floor in an instant. And his hands were already pulling by her ass, lips and tongue now lapping at her full softness.

Jade was sure she won’t always be conscious of it, but her hands would pull him closer by the nape, breathless and parched for him. Music clung to its pilgrims. And he is, as he so lovingly puts it, both the virtuoso and the instrument. Only for her songs, only for her pleasure.

“It felt like forever,”  it was a gradual process, how she eased into his fins. And Jade almost marveled at how their little human lost her composure the closer they fell for each other.  Closer and closer , slowly, she revealed herself to him like she had never before, even after all these years of knowing.

Jade knew how much of herself she devoted to Kingscholar, so, to see her come undone like this, for him specifically, was a sight to behold. A reward for all that waiting.

Though she wasn’t one to take charge, the way she pushed him down his leather sofa proved to be quite the surprise for Jade. The way her chest heaved let the silk organza she wore shimmer under the warm lights of his loft. Like mellow clouds illuminating heaven, and she was the brightest shine, the goddess that pulled that world of light and love together.

He felt blessed to be in this form. In this form, his hands could run from her shoulders, to the small of her back. Down to her ass, a place he didn’t think would be this delectable, this tempting. Her cheeks have the sweetest tint of apples, and he quite liked the way she looked whenever she was embarrassed. Parted lips that seemed to call out to him, in every language--- human and merfolk, how her shoulders pulled themselves together under his gaze, how she’d avert her eyes— his stare can be too much for her— she admits that one time.

But Jade was quite fond of that look on her face.

And as Asami watched his eyes, she almost forgot how his hands were already undoing the last button that let her blouse down. Curious, slender fingers now teasing the top part of her chest as he pulled her closer, and closer.

She knew Jade knew his way around her like this. Her bra would come undone in an instant, and sometimes she’d wonder how much experience he’s had before her. Before all of this.

He is careful as his mouth enveloped her like this. She trusted him to be careful, though Asami knew, after a certain point in time, that Jade needed more. He needed to let the ferocity hidden behind features like alabaster and pearl, behind polite speech, behind knifelike teeth out.

Out to ravage her.

And the old fear she knew around him slowly sublimated, slowly fed a newfound feeling for him.

Something akin to the hunger she once felt for someone else, though she tried her bestest not to compare.

Wet. It was warm and wet. And though at times Jade Leech looked like he was nothing but.

Though she knew his form under the sea, savage and cold— unforgiving—the Jade before him was warm, inviting, just as hungry as she was. Just as parched as she was.

And she would gasp, and wrap her arms around him. Her face hid by the crook of his neck. Jade’s hands now grabs her thighs, and slowly drags himself across her skin. Fingers now find himself on her inner thigh, and she would gasp again. The anticipation nearly unbearable for Asami, but she quite liked the thrill of waiting. She was primed to wait, and Jade was always set to reward her.

“I— I thought I’d,” she thought about it. Taking charge. But Jade is always quick to give her the illusion that she could. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t think she would be capable of it. It was more that he enjoyed the image of her unravelling. The sounds she makes as his fingers tease her wetness. Her eagerness was fully displayed by the lack of underwear. But Jade quite liked how she kept the garterbelt on, and how the stockings hugged her plump thighs. Jade didn’t think it would be possible to want a human woman like this. To hunger for a creature of land, like this.

“I didn’t think you were the naughty type,” he chuckled against her hair. And then, he inhales . A deep inhale, savouring the air around her like this, with this form . His two fingers now inside her wet cunt, Asami moans and Jade lets himself breathe more of her, strands of her raven hair getting caught between his teeth, her hands around him tighter.

“Only, if you’ll be the one to punish me,” she tries her best, sometimes she’ll play a part -  but Asami is always soft, always so sweet. He admits playing pretend sometimes gets his fins excited, gets his mouth watering, his cock hard. But Jade loved her like this. Just as much as the timid and docile Asami he’s loved over the years.

His hands reached for her ponytail, a soft thug. She moans after a soft gasp. Jade’s mouth smothering her breasts with kisses and nips. His other hand pumping into her core softly, but deeply. Two, and then three. Asami’s hands are tight around him, holding herself together. He could be unforgiving, and she’s learned to brace herself when he is in a steady pace like this.

His hands on the knot that holds her hair together, now tighter. Pulling her hair tight, slowly wrapping her hair around his wrist. His mouth lapped at her nipple, taking her— as much as possible — in his mouth.  

“I’ve missed you, Asami—” he murmurs onto her skin, followed by wet nips and then gently picks her up. She holds on to him, arms wrapping tight around his neck. She didn’t like it when he did this, but it stirs something inside Asami and she can only go quiet, she can only let him.

And he carries her, legs wrapping around his lithe figure, towards his bedroom. He is as quiet as she is. And he inhales the scent of her hair. Jade gently pushes the door close with his heel, and then very gently settles her there. 

The finest artefact he’s ever acquired off land.

Chapter 2:  Tamed by You

Trinkets and treasures, flora and fauna he’s collected off the land receive a special space in his loft. Carefully curated around him, like the work of the princess of the sea who collected treasures from sunken ships. How he admired her fortitude. How he wished to be surrounded by such beautiful, such wonderful things, too.

Surely, none of them could be bad?

But only the empress of his world deserves the prime space of his collection, the shelf of his bed.

Unfortunately, his empress seems displeased. Being carried, like the way he brought her to the bed… Jade knows she dislikes it. That it reminds her of someone else, someone with the same kind of fury, but rougher, harder. 

The sight of her pouting worries Jade, but it amuses him just as much. He hovers over on his mattress , the weight of him like an aphrodisiac seeping into her skin, into her lungs, into her lust. 

“I told you,” she whispers, cheeks flushed, and the corners of her eyes shining with almost tears. “I don’t like being carried,” and he knows this. He knows this well. 

But couldn’t help doing it anyway. 

He plants a chaste kiss on her cheek, and then her forehead, his hand smoothing her forehead under him. “Forgive me,” he hisses, whilst taking her hand and planting soft kisses around her knuckles and fingers. Jade never wants to truly disappoint or upset her in any way. 

But if it will rile her up in the end, he has the tendency to try. 

“What would you like?” Another kiss, to her wrist. Then to her elbow, while he waits for her to decide and answer. His eyes never leave hers. Asami hums, and she takes a minute, while watching him plant kisses all over her hands and wrist, and then she takes him by the hand. 

Pulls him back up to her into a full embrace. 

She is quiet for a bit as Jade holds her tight. Then, she is facing him again, her eyes misted with want, and lips parted — ready and very, very delectable, to Jade.

“I want you,” she whispers as she pulls him close, lips parting just for him, at least Jade hopes. Her mouth invites him in, making way for only him between those lips of hers. He loves them so dearly. But whenever she expresses it like this, Jade can’t help but wonder if it is really him that she is asking for. He would very much prefer that she call his name. 

Sometimes, even in these heady moments of pleasure and satisfaction, Jade’s mind can’t help but go there — to Kingscholar’s image. The subtle ways he dragged her around, as if wielding lace entwined with barbed wire around her neck and she couldn’t quite tell the difference. His indifference towards her, and how she lapped every crumb of affection he hands out every now and then. 

How she deserved so much more. 

It was ridiculous, how easy it all looked, how easy it all felt. All of a sudden, she was within Leona’s arms. And just like that, he let her go. No explanations, nothing. 

But Jade tries to convince himself. That he is the one there, not him. 

He is the one undressing Asami, with his hands, in this skin. 

Not him. Not Leona Kingscholar. 

Jade’s hands push the hems of her skirt up to her waist, and part the soft fabric to reveal her skin. How he has missed her like this, quivering and wet underneath his stare, underneath his hands. He leans in and trails wet, rough and jagged kisses across her neck, to her collarbone, to her shoulder, biting his way back down to her chest. His hands tightly pin her wrists down. 

You’re mine, they tell her.

All mine, she hears it through his ragged breathing, through the grip on her skin. His kisses feel like warnings, beware, they tell her. But she isn’t one to listen. Not when his lips are so inviting, not when his hands of alabaster guide her so lovingly toward him. Another kiss, on the side of her breast, and then he sucks on her sensitive skin. Jade knows exactly where to kiss, exactly where to touch to put her in pieces, moaning underneath him. His fingers are trailing where the garterbelt clips, and they are easily undone by his skillful hands. 

The sound of his belt unbuckling is music to Asami’s ears. She loves it, and she looks forward to the events he can lead her to after.

Her eyes try their best to focus on him, and the shape of his waist. The abdominal lines that excite her so. His trail, a darker shade of teal that makes her insides quiver. Jade Leech is a curious creature. He’s also a creature of beauty, of ferocity, and something else Asami can’t spell, not with the letters that this world can wield. 

Jade knows how much it pleases her, when he is in this state of undress. The blush on her face alone is enough to know: she can’t get enough, and she wants more. More. 

Jade leans in, for another sweet and tender kiss, and Asami’s hands are pulling him close, from the nape, and her hands snake around the back of his ear, her fingers gingerly caressing his earlobes. Jade doesn’t understand why she does this, what the need for it is but he lets her anyway. Maybe she is amused with sleeping with a partner who has human ears, maybe? The thought makes Jade chuckle, though she doesn’t ever seem to notice it. 

“Jade.” He hovers over her like a spell gone wild, a premonition, and he languidly breathes into her skin, down her abdomen, his fingers following after— and then down her belly, fingers stroking her thighs. Heavy hands now guide her thighs up and open for him, so he can finally have the perfect view of her. 

He was quick to learn the ways of pleasure for creatures of the land, but for Asami’s sake, he had to go very slow. He had to make sure he knew what she wanted, or at least, what she thought she wanted. Jade Leech leans in, and she holds her breath, her hands anchoring her to his mattress. 

Asami feels him, wet and hot, a very very hot mouth on her. Tongue, a different kind of sensation than what she was used to,  not as rough, not as shocking. And she feels the movement of some smooth recitation from Jade Leech’s curious and dangerous lips onto her wet cunt. 

He hears the softness of her breath, the music it brings out of her, and Jade is delighted. His hands tighten around her thighs as dips his tongue deeper, alternating sucks and broad drags of his tongue. Tasting her. 

She reaches for him, hands  desperate to hold him as she looks into his mismatched eyes. Asami likes it whenever Jade does this, and his eyes never leave hers. 

When he stares right back into hers, into her core, she feels the affection she has never thought she deserved. The love she has been hoping for. It just took her several years to realise that perhaps, it was meant to come from someplace else, from someone else. She is grateful. 

Jade reveres her like an empress, like she is the fairest of all the land - maybe she truly is , for him at the very least. 

She is a confection of delicateness, and melodic sighs— everything Jade wants, everything he loves most. Her legs shake from pleasure and the intensity of his touch, and he loves the way she looks as she searches for something, anything, to tether herself into this bed— his domain — desperate to keep herself in place. Because she knows if she doesn’t, she will be drifting away in pieces at how hard he is going at her clit, how hot his mouth feels on her and how much he is teasing her.

But his hands remind her that he is present, he is there. 

He is her anchor, and her storm at sea — all in one. 

His forearms push her down, while his hands reach for her breasts— he can, even with this form, he surely can— mouth, tongue and almost teeth still on her cunt. There have been times when he thought about doing all of this to her, with her, in his true form, and he wonders if she will ever be up for it. Jade’s mind wanders for a second, but he does not let up, it is still all about her. If he wanders too long, her voice will bring him back, her voice— as if it is truly the most precious, valuable thing in this world — brings him back to the shore of her body, the coast of her softness. 

Asami holds her breath when she feels she is close, but Jade Leech wants this to last. 

So he sucks hard, earning him a gasp, and then a groan. Asami chants towards enlightenment; she has to redo it and try again, if Jade lets her. 

Jade feels it when she opens herself wider, urges him to push her down harder and heavier, she is close. Jade takes her by the thighs, and adjusts himself so he almost looks like he is ready to slip his entire self into her and his tongue yields her soft, hot and wet flesh, and invites her to come. Softly grazing her with his tongue, and then, sucking, and then again licking her softly. 

Time feels like it stops when Asami holds herself like this, holds her breath again.

When Jade finally lets her have it, he continues his pace as he listens to her. He is desperate to make her concentrate on her sweet bundle of nerves, the touch of his tongue, and the warmth of his breath onto her.  

And she finds release, her thighs tighten around his face and she cries out incoherent words and mews of satisfaction. Jade adores how she coos, and he kisses her inner thigh, continuously, letting her ride the waves of pleasure he so patiently lavished. Jade carefully moves her legs, and moves up to watch her face as she pants. Her eyes find him, smiling, and she doesn't utter a word, but Jade’s fingers are quick to trace her cheeks that are now so red, down to her lips that now look so desperate and wanting for more.

When they meet like this, a few days in the middle of each month, he savours every opportunity to make her come, and Jade finds great satisfaction in making sure she enjoys the best release, every single time. He is particularly proud of the way his masterful hands seemingly wrenched the pearl of her soul out of her oysterlike prison— out of the steel bars of the lion’s den— and into this world that is his bed. 

She is his pearl, his treasure.

His precious Asami, pearlescent and soft and beautiful in the centre of his world. How he loves her, how desperate he is to keep her right there. Away from the clutching grip of the past, away from the claws of unrequited love and away from Kingscholar, forever, if this world so allows. 

“P-please,” she moans, and she begs. Jade can’t refuse her when she does this. Her voice sounds like she could break, any minute now, his precious pearl. His lone casablanca. 

Jade starts slow. Getting accustomed to the pleasures of this form, within this skin, didn’t take very long. She is irresistible to him, and when she first let him have her, he was surprised to find how easily he could break underneath this spell she is so unaware that’s binding his heart, his fangs, his claws and his very essence to her. Her alone. 

Jade’s hand now firm on her ass, Asami opens her legs a little bit more, his grip tighter and his breathing slower and heavier than hers as he brushes the tip of his cock against her cunt. 

A greedy woman, she truly is. And Jade can feel his lips form a satisfied smile, so maybe he made her this way. 

“P-please,” she moans and she begs as he rolls her over.

They fuck hard and she can barely keep herself upright as Jade pushes his entire length and girth inside her. She is thankful he is so considerate, making sure there were pillows underneath her, and her face is properly cushioned. But sometimes she wonders if he truly is thoughtful, with how hard his nails are digging onto her skin, with how hard he is fucking into her. 

A heavy force, just as rough when you let him be, Jade Leech. 

Leona and Jade - different sides of the same ferocious coin. 

But it is funny to Asami how, in between gasps and out-of-breath kisses, in the spaces between Jade thrusting himself into her, she finds these comparisons. She doesn’t want to compare them, but a common ground always seems to connect her hearts to them. Her past, and now present. 

Her maelstrom, her lighthouse. Her Jade. 

His scent long forgotten, his fangs long absent from her skin. Bruises long healed. 

Jade bends down, sucks on her shoulder as he pounds her harder. Harder. Faster. And Asami cannot hear herself and how she is moaning, but Jade can hear her, only her. Sometimes muffled against the pillow, and then she tilts her head to the side and gasps for air.

Hands circle around her, feeling her breasts, and then he adjusts himself, his hands supporting themselves on her hips once more. He smoothes them down to her ass. 

Jade knows she likes it hard, and he has always found that he wants to compete with that ferocity he knows she once loved. The only kind of love she knew, until him. Sometimes he wonders if she still loves him. If he is only a replacement. Sometimes his mind wanders. And then he goes harder, harder, pulling her pony out so he can let her hair down. Just to grab it up so it is held by his fingers instead and he can pull her hair so much tighter as he bottoms out. He is rough, and Asami is near to tears. But she likes it, she loves it. He knows she does.

“J-Jade,” she moans, drooling on her pillow. Jade pulls out, turns her so she is laying on her back. “Face me,” he growls. His voice lower now, deeper. His hands are pushing her thighs down and open, and he goes for it yet again. His thumb slowly glide down her clit as he enters her again. She gasps sharply, her eyes watching his every move, so she sees the shimmer in his eyes - dark and dangerous- and the way it encourages her to let go and come again. 

He wishes someone could watch the way he fucks her. There is elegance there. His ferocity is carefully wrapped around by elegance, wrapped around her and her finger, though she doesn’t know this. Not fully. 

He fucks her hard. And he takes her ankles and plants wet kisses there. Alternating with eager nips, bending and then pushing her down, harder. Kisses to her knees, it feels so good. “Ah-,” he grunts as he pushes down her legs, this lets him go deeper, more forceful. 

The composure and finesse that hold Jade Leech’s demeanor together slowly break as he fucks her. 

Jade knows that she isn’t made of glass. She can take it, blow by blow. So he wants to make her. He repositions them again, and puts her up so she is sitting on his lap. And then he lets her work herself down on him. He grips her tightly around the waist before he slides his hands toward her ass. His middle finger gently strokes her there, wringing another sharp gasp out of her. He knows Asami finds support around his neck whenever he teases her like this. She is breathless, and she is blushing, but she wants all of this and more. 

The perfect view of her face, and the expression she is now wearing— so different, a far cry from her prim, proper, pure self outside his domain. 

Only for him, she is like this only for him. Only like this—  because of him.

Jade Leech doesn’t think he is deep enough, so he pushes her down, shocking Asami with the swift movement. Jade’s laboured breathing is something she can never get used to, just like the way he blushes whenever they are so close like this thrills her. His hungry eyes seem to see through all of her, exciting her insides, making her drip. Jade is thrusting into her again, and she can feel how close she is. His pace becomes more erratic, his elegance slowly crumbling to a jerky staccato that’s very unlike his usual rolls into her. 

“Asami,” he hisses in between heavy breaths, and she tries to touch his thighs— as he fucks into her, starved and ravenous like the predator that he truly is. She wants to touch him too. She wants him too. She wants her hands all over him too. 

Asami’s soft fingers call out to him, and he is quick to go into her embrace. His hips crash onto hers so feverishly she feels her whole body jerk and bob up and down. She feels good, she loves his relentlessness. He is close himself, brought there by her body, by her arms around him.

She stretches for a kiss. Her fingers toy with his earring, as their lips lock once more. 

What is it about predators that attract her attention, make her fingers tingle? What is it about carnivores? Asami doesn’t understand it, but she knows Jade is so beautiful to her. She can  feel him hitting the deepest parts of her. There is a slight sting, but the pleasure of him, the pleasure of it all, is stronger. 

“I love you,” escapes her soft lips, and Jade wonders if she is really talking to him. Sometimes the trust he so lovingly bestowes upon her betrays him in the most unfortunate moments. But he tries to push that thought aside, looks directly into her eyes so he can see only her and she can see only him. 

And how the light seems to reflect on her eyes, always. He loves her, too— of course he does, so much. He has thought of her with fondness since the first time they met. It took him a long fucking time to make his move but here he is, cock-deep in her, finally. 

Not for the first time and not the last.

That thought is what makes him come, hot and slick inside and desperate to stay there. Her legs squeeze him lovingly, her arms pull him tight as he bites the side of her neck and feels how the last of his release oozes into her This skin, his temporary form, how grateful he is for it right now. How grateful he is for anything that lets him be with her. 

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The aftermath of it all is a sacred time for Jade. He lays beside her, eyes carefully watching the soft shadows of her lashes on her cheeks, even breathing from her softly parted lips. The dark of her hair all over his pillow and her back, she lays on her tummy and he pokes her cheek with a soft chuckle. 

What a beautiful creature, he thinks to himself. He won’t ever get used to it, he won’t ever get tired of her, this view and the many things they could learn and explore together. Jade runs his fingers through her hair, and gives her a kiss on her cheek. 

And then on her fringe, inhaling deeply. He wanted to run a bath for her, but she insisted on staying in bed, and being held. He can never refuse her. 

Even though Jade is the one who trims the stems of the bouquet, and sets each flower in place...even though he is the one usually in control, she rules his heart. He is on his knees because of her. She is the queen of lilies after all, the empress of his world, his precious pearl. He cannot force her and he cannot taint her.

He can only try to improve her vase.

Maybe this is what brought the king to his knees. Maybe this is why he left. Maybe he realised how big an impact she could make on his life, on his heart. But that thought makes Jade chuckle. He hasn’t been a coward, he thinks. And he marvels at how long she has waited, and how long he waited for her, the intersections in the past where they connected and met. He believes, has believed for so long, that he is the one for her. 

The delicate petals, much like her lips, the precise way the flower bends, the purity of it all— his heart sings for the queen of lilies, for his casablancas. 

Carefully curated, skillfully placed, within his domain.

Purest white set upon the backdrop of his darkness, elegance and ferocity…but he knows deep down, he is a mere devotee. Not a director.

Beauty tames ferocity. Always.

A/N:  I just want to say thank you A BIG BIG THANK YOU to pseudofaux for helping me with this delicate piece. I wanted to stay consistent and faithful to the first chapter. I also never really written a full sexual scene so I was struggling a lot. Thank you Pseu for your patience and for your hardwork. Thank you. 

I also want to thank scummy for helping me sent the pace and tone/flow of the first draft. Thank you so much! 

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