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Venti is—and I'm a hundred percent sure of this—that Vine that goes "Oh look, a dandelion, must be the last one of the season—"

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I have the smuttiest, hottest fanfiction (that I've written at least) of Jaskier simmering in my notes, and honestly I don't really know how to continue writing it, but I'll find a way because that man, honestly, does things to me. (I cannot be the only one, I refuse. There's enough of Geralt, give me the fucking bard)

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Okay so, I know I've been very inactive around here (2 months now, wow), but I just really wanted to share my thoughts. They've been consuming me for almost the entire month now.

Everytime I listen to the song "Moments in Love" by The Art of Noise, I think of Asra. (Maybe also about kissing him, incense burning in the background, song playing to set the mood >////<) but to me, it fits him just perfectly, am I the only one who sees it?

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⤷ Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri ○°• Mononoke (2007)

Please reblog & like if you save/use

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I just spent my whole day watching the entire Mononoke anime, and now I really wanna watch the new movie from last year. I fell in love with the medicine seller. I love his voice, please whisper sweet things into my ear 🙏🏻

Fun fact: I didn't even realize it was a horror anime because I was too busy looking at him lol

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hello! is it okay to ask. a nsfw scenario with kabru and a praise kink w shy reader who enjoy it a lot?

NO >:)

yes ofc u can +18 mdni ~~~

"what? what'd i say?" he teases, a laugh dying in the back of his throat.

"you're so mean," you pout, hands clasped over your heated face.

"can't a man just call you beautiful?" kabru looms over you, bright eyes lidded and soft hands searing up the pliant fat of your thighs. long fingers trail inward until he's massaging the joints where hips meet crotch, "and can't i just point out how good you're doing for me?"

a pathetic little whine is all you can squeeze out, throat catching as you attempt another protest. your legs cinch around his slim waist, but he only nudges closer. parting you wider, paying no heed as you whimper, embarrassed.

"you say you hate the attention, but you forget who you're talking to," his tone is alight with mirth, the only husk you detect rousing from pure need. kabru's head dips to press lush lips into your pulse, teeth dragging over your neck, "i know you better than that."

one hand soothes up your waist, tickling over your ribcage and finding itself wound into your hair. the other dives deeper between your legs, until his fingertips are brushing your hole. two draw a slow line along the seam before one prods further, tracing with no hurry. his eyes flutter closed, to better hear your choked enjoyment.

"if you hated it, you wouldn't always be so wet, right?" kabru's middle finger, appropriately lubed with your own slick, unhurriedly glides into you, "c'mon deep breath," and he grins into your throat when you gasp, "so fucking good for me, baby."

"kabru!" you huff, partially flustered and partially delirious. heat overwhelms your head and he's clearly no help with the way he crowds over you -fingers diving deep just to squish squeals and squirms out.

"yeah, baby?"

when you have nothing substantial to add -mere ah, huhh, mm, uh-huhs leaving as pleased hums- he nods, "just drooling for me?"

whether you really heard him or not, you nod back and mewl, hips bucking sharply against his palm. sinking lower on his digits with delight.

"so pretty, like i said," he compliments, biting into your shoulder just because he can. apologetically kissing the tooth marks before murmuring into your sweat-salty skin, "you're so fucking pretty for me like this. just on your back and taking it. so perfect."

despite your previous bemoans, you clench and gush around him with a very quiet thank you on your raw lips.

just like he knows you like it.

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A flustered Okarun a day keeps the depression away

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Ekko's lips look so goddamn kissable. Come here man, I need to make out with you right now.

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Wish I had taken a screenshot of what Lucio said, but it was basically something like "I think I see Asra on that gondola... Asra, wait for me!")

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I just think Asra would be a great snake charmer...

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The squeal of embarrassment that escaped me just now is utterly baffling...

THIS MAN IS DOWNRIGHT MAJESTIC, LOOK AT THEM!!!!

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Love people who comment on my posts. Like, hell yeah, tell me how you're kicking your feet while reading a fanfic about your fav character that I just so happened to write for. Love that.

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Re-installed The Arcana last night because I remembered the last screenshot and I just had to replay that tale. Safe to say I was swooning... [twirling my hair, kicking my feet]

Ugh, Asra I love you too much!!

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"What flavor was it...?"

[Ken Takakura/Okarun x gn!reader]

Warnings: fluff - long fic(?

Sitting on his lap with each leg placed comfortably beside his as he sat on the soft mattress, you gently but generously applied lipgloss over your lips once again. "Don't look, alright? I'm watching you," you murmured, teasing the poor guy as he nodded, kepping his eyes tightly shut as you had instructed. By now both of you had lost count of how many times your lips had clashed together in a sweet dance, or how many times you had applied lipgloss over your soft lips, or how many times, due to his nerves, Ken had guessed the flavor incorrectly, making you reapply it once again and try over and over until he got the flavor right.

Having lipgloss wasn't just good for whenever you wanted to feel pretty, it was also good for teasing the hell out of your poor boyfriend, like right now, and you couldn't be more taken by the sight of his reddened cheeks as he patiently waited for you to say he could open his eyes again.

He nervously fixed his glasses over the bridge of his nose despite having them shut in a nervous gesture before speaking in a shaky and rather high-pitched voice. "A—are you done... yet?"

With a loud popˎˊ˗ of your lips, you set the tube of shiny gloss behind him on the bed and grin. "Yup, all ready." His eyes flutter open, and he fixes his glasses once again with timidity. His eyes meet yours as he does, but then, they fall to the culprit of his nerves, of his almost sweaty palms. He swore he could feel them begin to sweat, he swore it. And it was terribly embarrassing. Takakura gulped, and before he could say anything, you leaned back in, pressing your lips against his.

His hand moved up to cup your face shakily as he closed his eyes once more, and even though your lips felt like heaven itself and he oh so badly wanted to get lost in the dizzying feeling they caused, he made his best efforts to focus on what flavor you had reapplied on them just for him this time.

After a good minute or two, he pulls away, breathless and in slight awe of your kiss. "Is it... Cherry?" He whispers, trying to guess correctly.

"We already used the cherry-flavored one, pretty boy," you say with a teasing smile, and it makes him avert his eyes, hoping you can't notice just how embarrassed you make him feel. "L—let me try again..." he mutters bashfully, already leaning forward on his own. The hand on your cheek moves to hold onto the back of your head tenderly instead. It's sweet and gentle, almost like he's afraid to touch you too harshly and accidentally hurt you. He'd be mortified if it happened, that's for sure.

His lips move against yours with sweetness, and despite how nervous he feels, he makes sure to let it be known that he loves this by kissing you slowly and taking his time. Takakura's lips are surprisingly soft, making them addictive and so, so kissable. You feel his round glasses touch your nose as he tilts his face to the side to deepen the kiss slightly.

With furrowed brows in concentration, he mulls over about the flavor in his head. "They said it's not cherry... but... I'm not sure what it is." He tilts his head to the other side and gently leans forward. "Maybe... strawberry? Or grapes? It's so soft... their lips feel so nice..." he pulls away again, this time more confused than before. "I... are you s—sure it's not cherry flavored, (y/n)?" He mumbles tentatively "I—It's very sweet."

"I'm pretty sure. But... if you give up, I'll tell you." Takakura blinks and instinctively tries to look behind him at the small collection of flavored gloss you hid from his view but finds his face gently being guided back to face you. "Nuh-uh, that's cheating" you pout, and he nods, flustered by your gesture. "R—right, I'm sorry, I—I just can't... get it right." he stutters, scratching the back of his head.

"Well then, it's a good thing we have aaall day, right?" You smirk. "Let's try again."

After repeating the process of closing his eyes tightly, reapplying your lipgloss, and kissing once again, Ken pulls away, breathless, a small string of saliva connecting your lips. He wipes it away quickly, feeling his hands shake with embarrassment. "I— I think I got it" he quickly speaks, looking to the side. "Is it— Is it peach... maybe?" He squints, an eyebrow raised hoping to finally get it right this time around. His heart is going to explode if he doesn't; he can feel it, beating like a bird trapped inside a cage.

Clapping your hands together a few times in applause, you grin. "Yeah, you got it this time, Okarun!"

"N—no way!" He smiles brightly with excitement, but his cheerfulness is quickly replaced by confusion as he shakes his head. "Wait, really? Peach flavor? That... that's not what it tastes like."

"Well it's an artificial flavor, it's obviously not going to taste like the real thing" you flick his forehead playfully with clear amusement in your voice. He rubs his forehead, letting a soft "ow..." and looks into your eyes. "H—How many did I guess so far?" He smiles sweetly, and you can't help but realize how adorable he looks each time he does.

"Hm..." you look behind him at the ones you've already used "seems like we only tried four different ones" you answer, and his eyes widen comically.

"Four?! Just four?!" He feels his face heating up again and he gulps nervously. "But we've been here for a really long time!" He looks at the clock on your bedside table, which shows the numbers 5:34 p.m., you've been kissing for a whole hour already...

You laugh at his bashful reaction, finding it endearing. "What, you don't like kissing me for that long, Okarun?" You tease, obviously not meaning anything by it, but he's quick to shake his head.

"N—no, it's nothing like that! I really enjoy kissing you" his hands had moved down to gently rest over your hips "it's just... I don't know, I guess it's just really embarrassing..." mumbling softly, Ken looks away, avoiding your gaze.

"Well... if you need a break we can take one. Just say the word" you cup his face in your hands and stare lovingly at him, a gaze he returns just as intensely.

"N—no... I can— I can keep going. I want to keep going. I really... enjoy kissing you, (y/n)" he admits, and your lips stretch into a wide grin.

"Well then, let's keep going, shall we? We have like eight different flavors left for you to guess!"

"EIGHT?!" Takakura practically squeaks, but as he sees you grab a different tube of lipgloss, his eyes fall closed. "You're going to make me pass out" he stutters a protest, but in all honesty, despite feeling like his world was spinning each time he kissed you, he found it was a rather beautiful way to go if he did happen to die thanks to the embarrassment. He could keep kissing you for the rest of his life, nothing else really mattered at all.

(A/N: oh my gosh! This took a really long time and so much effort for me to finish. I didn't want to just leave it in my notes like so many other ones so I did my best. Please do tell me if there's anything wrong, I feel like reading it seems kinda funny but it could be just the fact that I've been re-reading it over and over to check for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it!!)

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Anyone here like DanDaDan? 'cause boy I'm cooking >:D

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All these dunmeshi rp flanblogs are making me wish there was one for Qifrey real bad... bring back rp blogs they're amazing (depends on if you're accurate to character tho) I WANNA FLIRT WITH QIFREYY

I would do it myself but I just haven't read enough to get his personality right

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This is the part where I start questioning myself and begin doubting if this is even accurate and how the hell to continue writing it. I have... so many drafts, so many notes saved for a fanfic for Asra that I left unfinished just because of this same doubt... God I wish I could write like @iridescent-solstice

(Don't mind if the English is shitty, it's not my first language but I usually proof read things before publishing something here)