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[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — katsuki still hates valentine’s but he’d rather die than let you get wooed by some second rate hero.

࿄ ! warnings — none. very sweet & fluffy. suggestive if you squint. / note. part 2 to the valentine’s day drabble. my anti shindo yo agenda always comes through hehe.

when bakugou walked into his agency on the early morning of valentine’s day, he hadn’t expected to see a mop of black hair lingering around your office. your door was closed, which was uncharacteristic of you, and bakugou knew you didn’t start work today until at least 2 hours after he arrived.

“yo, what’s up, dynamight! long time no see. came here to drop some paperwork off but might as well drop a few other things while i’m here,” shouts the hero grand and bakugou thinks he’s unable to hold back a visual shiver of disgust. shindo is grazing around your desk and bakugou notices the huge bouquet of roses in a velvet box and a small pandora bag.

“what d’ya think you’re doing in y/n’s office, exactly? she doesn’t clock in ‘til 9,” bakugou says, prodding at shindo verbally. the black haired man laughs at bakugou’s accusatory tone and dismisses him with a wave of his hand.

“a little birdie told me that you hate valentine’s day, which i mean, to each your own, but what kind of man wouldn’t shower a beautiful woman with gifts on this wonderful day?” shindo practically sings and bakugou wants to punch him for even talking about you. as if you’d ever like him… right?

that would be silly, bakugou thinks. you’d have to be completely different from the girl he knew knows to ever indulge the likes of yo shindo.

“it’s a shame, really, you know, that you can’t get y/n anything. you know, cos you’re her boss and all. and she told me just how much you think it sucks. at least i’m here to save the day, right?” shindo bites and every word referencing you feels like a slap to bakugou’s face.

at this point, bakugou has had enough of the man, “think you’re forgetting you came to my agency unannounced so i suggest you just drop your shit and leave. next time, get your assistant to do your dirty work,” grumbles bakugou and shindo laughs all boisterous at the brimming anger in the blond’s tone.

“i’ll get out of your hair, dynamight. by the way, you don’t need to tell y/n to check out the gifts. i want it to be surprise, ya get me? thanks bro,” says shindo as he walks from your desk and attempts to pat down bakugou’s chest in ‘good fun’ but bakugou swerves the man and goes to your vacant desk to pick up his paperwork.

shindo chuckles breathily to himself and bakugou doesn’t grace him with a look until he hears the man’s steps fade away. bakugou finally exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding in and drops the paperwork down to scope out shindo’s gifts for you.

in bakugou’s opinion, they looked like shit. coloured roses in a box is extremely tacky and wouldn’t last even two weeks before rotting. bakugou attacks the pandora bag and opens it in a hurry to see a black ring box holding a silver, halo ring. bakugou scoffs at this: for a man who wanted so badly to prove himself as superior to him, shindo was sure blind to the tastes of a woman such as yourself. bakugou was pretty sure he’d never even see you wear a piece of silver jewellery and you once told him that halo rings were “tacky and so 2012.”

if shindo wanted to play this game, then bakugou would beat him so severely and it wouldn’t even be close. yeah, maybe you were right - maybe he did hate valentine’s day. but he’d enjoy the shitty day if it meant you’d want him over that idiot. and even though he despises fighting for someone’s affection, he hopes that maybe you’ll want him just as much as he wants you.

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“morning, y/n! hope you had a good lie in,” chirps bakugou’s secretary gleefully and you smile at her.

“honestly, i needed this. even though i did wanna be here for the early valentine morning, i would not trade my extra sleep,” you laugh, “that reminds me: did you get anything for valentine’s?”

bakugou’s secretary giggles in delight as she stands up to show multiple bags filled to the brim with gifts and you gasp in a mixture of shock and envy.

“you know that gucci bag i wanted? he got me the bag! he really does get me,” sighs bakugou’s secretary and you have to hide a twitch in your eye as you clap your hands together and look among the bags of chocolate, flowers and cards.

“i’m so happy for you!” you exclaim and you hug when kirishima comes in earshot.

“happy valentine’s day, you guys! have anything planned, y/n?” kiri asks and you shrug, all non-committal.

“not much on the agenda for me, ‘m afraid. just gonna finish up a few assignments and swallow down the pain,” you say jokingly and both of your coworkers look at you sympathetically and you want to slap them for pitying you.

“valentine’s isn’t just about romance anyway! you’re loved by all of us,” says bakugou’s assistant and a part of you wants to argue with her for treating you like a petulant little girl.

“guys, ‘m fine, seriously! i’m just gonna head to my office and finish up some things. who knows how the day’ll turn out?” you say, with a slightly embittered tone and it sounds like you’re trying to kid not only the others but yourself too.

you wave the two goodbye and make way to head into your office. huh. that’s strange. you usually always keep your door unlocked after every shift just in case kirishima or bakugou wanted to sift through any missing paperwork.

“whatever,” you think, “maybe the cleaners locked up last night. let me just fish the keys out my bag.”

after grabbing your keys and making note of which one unlocks to your office (you remember half way through jingling your keys around that bakugou painted it orange and red), you open the door haphazardly; simultaneously trying to stuff your things back into your handbag and move in with one leg. when your bag is in good shape and your loose tissues aren’t falling out, you look up to your workspace and your eyes are so wide it’s almost comical.

a bouquet of baby’s breath, pink tulips and snapdragons sit in a bouquet of blue and white tissue paper and a gold looking chain looms the flowers together. there’s a little card situated amongst the flowers and you go to touch it when you see a box and a big, blue gift bag on your desk and chair.

you cover your mouth and gasp in attempt to hold back your shock and delight as you see the bag is labelled “Tiffany’s” and you pull out two velvet boxes: one for a gold necklace with a red heart detail and the other is a gold Tiffany heart ring.

holding almost all your gifts, you decide to take apart the box, sheathed in heart patterned wrapping paper and a box of your favourite pastries sits in them. at this point, you feel like you could cry. who was this person? why would they do all this?

at that moment, you stupidly remember the card in the bouquet and pull it to see scrawny handwriting:

“dear y/n,

happy valentine’s day. hope this will do for all the work you do for me.

love, katsuki,”

you smile and only then do the tears start brimming as you hug the bouquet close to your chest.

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when bakugou heads back from patrol, the office is rumbling with gifts and chatter. he rolls his eyes at this but he entertains the lovesick behaviour of his employees anyway - he even let denki paint his pinky nails pink to “embrace the loving spirit” as denki would put it.

“bakugou! here, come quick!” yells kirishima as he beckons his blond friend over to him by the front of his office.

“what d’ya want now? can’t you lot just celebrate this day without bothering me? ‘already let that idiot paint stupid hearts on my nails,” grumbles bakugou and kirishima shushes him.

“it’s not about that, but you didn’t have to paint your nails - ok, sorry, wait-” kirishima grabs bakugou back and practically whispers (though not discreetly by kirishima fashion), “did you see what y/n got in her office? someone just bought her a shit ton of things!” exclaims the red-head and bakugou shrugs nonchalantly.

“good for y/n. why you telling me this?” bakugou asks suspiciously and kirishima beckons him over with another wave of his hand to whisper again.

“apparently it was shindo yo who got her all that fancy stuff. who would’ve thought, right?”

bakugou’s eyes bulge out his head and his face almost turns as red as kirishima’s hair.

“what?! i mean - ‘s not like i care but where’s y/n right now?” interrogates bakugou and kirishima smiles knowingly but stops to prevent bakugou from being suspicious.

“luckily for you, she’s in her office! you should definitely go to her right now,” kirishima says, pushing his friend towards the office door and nodding at him.

bakugou takes a deep breath before knocking and opening the door, not waiting for your reply. he slams the door in kirishima’s face - you know, as insurance against his prying eyes.

“hey, y/n?” says bakugou slowly and you’re typing away at your desk. the box of pastries he bought you sat next you and were half eaten and the flowers he bought you sat prettily in a vase on the edge of your desk.

as soon as you hear bakugou’s voice, you look up and basically run over to him to throw your arms around his neck. albeit, it’s slightly difficult due to his neck piece but you make due and hug him anyway. bakugou is stiff when he feels you press into him and you pull back to see his somewhat confused expression and you move back at his lack of reciprocation.

“sorry for that - it’s just, thank you for the gifts. i loved them, really. everything was beautiful, especially the necklace,” you say, pulling the necklace out of your white collared shirt.

bakugou narrows his eyes, “you know i got these for you?”

“yeah?” you say and it’s your turn to be confused, “unless there’s another bakugou who put his name on the card and the receipts-”

the cogs turn in bakugou’s head and curses at kirishima in his head, “‘m gonna kill shitty-hair one of these days,” bakugou sighs and you raise a brow.

“why would you do that?” you ask and bakugou shakes his head.

“doesn’t matter. and you’re welcome, by the way. it’s what you deserve,” bakugou curtly nods and you smile so prettily at him and he wants to kiss you so bad. he regrets not hugging you back just now and he’s not sure how to initiate it again.

“you really shouldn’t have spent so much on me, really!”

“tsk, there’s a lot more i wanted to get you, princess,” and it slips out before bakugou could stop it from coming out of his mouth. he’s about to apologise until he sees you look at him with stars in your eyes and your bottom lip is tucked under your teeth.

“oh yeah, like what? what does a ‘princess’ like me deserve?” you entertain him and you test the waters by walking closer to him and bakugou groans and swipes a hand across his face in embarrassment and to prevent you from seeing his face from getting redder and redder.

“i would’ve gotten you the world and it still couldn’t be enough for someone like you,” he breathes out and bakugou closes the gap between you, your chin up to his chest.

“i don’t think i know what i’ve done to deserve this praise,” you whisper and you rest your hands on the planes of his widely built chest and he tenses but quickly relaxes so as to not ruin all the momentum built up at this moment.

“you deal with all my shit even though you don’t ‘ave to,” mumbles bakugou and his hand lifts at your jaw slightly so you’re only a breath away from his cupid’s bow.

“you’re right that i don’t have to. but i like dealing with all your shit. means you trust me,” you say in a hushed tone and both your bated breaths are mingling on each other’s lips.

“trust you more than anything. d’ya trust me?” bakugou asks and you nod at him, wide eyed.

however, this doesn’t satisfy the man and his thumb grazes your jaw and you sigh.

“wanna hear you say it,” bakugou contends.

“trust you with my life, katsuki,” you murmur and bakugou leans in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

his hand sits on your chin and your hands pull at his black shirt when you feel him nip at your bottom lip and suck your tongue. the kiss is way too passionate for the workplace and you can feel yourself go numb in the legs.

it’s like bakugou has a sixth sense because he swoops in to sit his large hands to your waist and you to softly pet at his face and his neck. it’s akin to a competition of who can feel the most of each other without bordering on inappropriate but you both can’t get enough. it’s only when you’re out of breath do you pull back and bakugou blinks at you, all dumbstruck like a teenage boy. you giggle a little at him and bakugou playfully pinches at the fat of your hips while you yelp.

“whatchu laughin’ at me for?” he grunts and you pull at his cheek in return.

“it’s nothing, it’s just - this whole time, i thought you hated valentine’s day. what gives?” you inquire and the man ponders a little - though he knew you both knew the answer.

bakugou knocks his head on yours and you pout and he chuckles at you, “‘s like shitty-hair said. didn’t know the right person was always in fron’ of me.”

you ‘boop’ at his nose and bakugou’s face visibly scrunches, “you thought wrong. still, thank you for putting up with my… things. even though you can say you like the decorations, i can see right through you,” you say, matter of fact and bakugou groans.

“yeah, yeah, you got me there. i hate all that extra shit. but if it makes you happy, then i’ll hate it in privacy.”

you smile warmly and pull him down to give him a few more kisses. best valentine’s day ever.

BONUS:

“and by the way, kiri told me that shindo came over by the office today but i wasn’t in. did he need something important?” you ask the blond over lunch in his office and bakugou shakes his head.

“fuck if i know, princess. dunno why he was in there but it was just some paperwork and i dealt with it for you,” mentions bakugou offhandedly and you ‘aww’ at him before kissing his cheek and feeding him some of your onigiri.

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“are you sure this is the right place? kacchan gave us strict instructions to discard of this discreetly,” asks deku and todoroki nods.

“yeah, this is the exact coordinates… now that i’m looking at it, what kind of uncultured idiot would buy roses in a box? they go stale after a week,” chastises todoroki and deku taps his foot in agreement.

“well, let’s do it in three, okay?”

an explosion goes off in the distance and you look at bakugou confused and then disappointed.

“you’d think villains would take a day off even on valentine’s day!” you lecture, mouth full and bakugou makes a noise of consensus and pokes at your food-filled cheek with one hand and texts a thumbs up to deku and todoroki with the other.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[lyr-caelum]

Happy late Valentine's

[stardust948]

Modern au zutara prompt: Tell me how you know your boyfriend won't cheat on you without actually telling me

Katara: When I lost my ex-boyfriend at a party, I found him cheating with another girl.

Katara: When I lost my boyfriend Zuko at a party, I found him alone in the kitchen playing with the cat.

[teabunnee]

Could i request the wilder boy trio letting a blind merlin feel around their features to put faces to their voices? Also plz imagine the comedy of merlin trying to run their hands alllll the way up eironns antlers but theyre too short to reach or getting jumpscared by lorsan's fluffy ears because they didnt know he had them.

Blind Merlin! Feels the Wilder Boy’s face. 

Please let me know if any of this is disrespectful! I tried. 

Eironn 

Eironn is a little puzzled by the request, but he complies. 

Eironn respects you immensely, as Merlin, and as a person, so he bows to your request, quite literally, kneeling on the ground so as to give you better access. He knows he is quite tall, and thus, he felt it was best to allow you to have the full picture. He also tells you he’s kneeling. Should you ask him to stand up so that you have a better idea of his height, he obliges immediately. 

He doesn’t know much about how to accommodate blindness, but he’s very willing to learn and to listen to any requests you have. 

He feels how your fingers drag down his cheeks, feeling his nose and his brow, and does his best not to move. He’s a bit flustered by how intimate this feels, but he remains resolute. He’s rather gentlemanly in this way. 

He feels a bit awkward, he knows he probably shouldn’t move, but is it alright to blink? To move his face? He wants to make sure you have a complete picture. 

As you touch his antlers, and he feels you gasp in surprise, he jolts. “Is-is something the matter?” He says, worried, did you prick yourself on something? Or scared? Or worse…disgusted?

“I didn’t realise-“ Your fingers graze along the bone, “No one told me about how big your antlers are! They must be beautiful, and your hair-its so soft!”, You stroke his locks with your fingertips. 

He can’t help but smile as your hands go alll the way up his antlers, feeling the tips. You-you can’t even reach, that’s…adorable. Why is he so flustered by this? 

Should you compliment him on his features, he coughs in his hand, blushing. It’s not the first time he’s been complimented, but from you, with such sincerity, it feels…different. 

Byron 

Byron agrees immediately. He blindfolds himself for his own training voluntarily, but even he has Elona as a guide, and his skills as a wind whisperer, he holds a great deal of respect for you, and maybe privately talks to you about how you navigate the world without seeing, hoping to implement it to his own training. He even gives you his own tricks, should you wish to ask him. He also, perhaps, knows the most about any stigma against blindness, since so many assume he is blind. Heck, he’ll even lend Elona to you should you ask. She’s basically a trained seeing-eye bird already.  

His only wish is that it is to be done in private. He leads you to a safe place and bends low so that you can have better access. 

Otherwise, he treats you very normally, though he’s careful not to startle you. 

He’s rather silent as you touch him, only speaking when you ask him questions about colors or certain features. He’s as still as a statue, allowing you to touch his face at your leisure. He makes no remarks about how he feels, and no one can tell whether he’s affected by this interaction at all. 

It’s only when you reach the sides of his ears (You didn't realise they were so fluffy at the end!) that you tilt your head, something is…off. Oh. You don’t feel the cloth around his temples. And as you trace a line from the sides of his head to his brows, you still can’t feel it. 

“Did..you take off your blindfold?” You ask, gently grazing his eyelids. “Yes,” He says, his voice Low and simple, “I can put it back on again, if you wish.” 

If you ask him what color his eyes are, he obliges immediately. You likely have a clearer picture of his face than most people now. 

It’s been a long time since someone has touched his face like this, and he perhaps felt his heart go a little faster at your touch. Especially if you compliment him. But he’ll never tell anyone about what occured. 

Lorsan 

I think you broke him. Yeah, yup he’s broken. He goes very quiet, and his hands twitch. 

Lorsan probably describes everything around you should you ask, in lovely, flowery detail so vivid you can imagine it in your head. He’s not above playing pranks, or embellishing things (just a little!) to you, but he wasn’t expecting you to request to actually touch his face. 

“One second, magister!” He says, too cheerfully. He then pulls out his hairbrush and passes it through his ears, and his hair as quickly as he can. 

“Done!” He crows, throwing the brush back into his bag, and makes a mock bow towards you.

Dude is chatty throughout the whole thing, talking about any sort of thing he can imagine. It’s mostly to distract himself, If you tell him to shut up, he will shut up, though he might twitch a bit. 

Being touched like this was very…nice, he hopes you can’t feel the heat on his cheeks. His nervousness makes him anxious, and that’s why he moves around a bit. Thankfully, 

As your hands brush against his head and get to the base of his ears, you gasp, 

“What? What’s wrong?” He jerks his head back, concerned that he’d somehow hurt you. 

“I-I didn’t realise you had bunny ears!” You say, your hands go back to his head, and you lightly run your palms over his ears again. “They’re so soft!” 

Lorsan has the biggest grin on his face for the rest of the goddamn week. He is completely insufferable, especially if you talk about his ears to other people. 

Though, if you try to pet him again in public, he gets a bit huffy and embarrassed. 

[radiance1]

to add on to the whole casino owner or whatever danny should have circus rings and trapezes around the casino so instead of flying around he swings around and there’s like a pole to goes to the ceiling where the disco or something turns into a nebula or solar system and it makes its surroundings splattered in stars and maybe he got to title beelzebub in a fight and got it by conquest or was given the title by the holder for some mortal action, or maybe he borrowed the title or something so he could be registered as demon or ghost idk

ok another idea that came to me is that maybe this was his “almost king” gift like a year/2/3 or decade before he had to take the crown and title as king of the realms, so here I’m guessing Danny is partying before his coronation so this could be 17 almost 18 or maybe 21 if you wanna go older or over a 100 year old so danny that’s making it so danny would be 90/80 years of age partying before he has responsibility

but with the angst route we can totally say that this is him manifesting his friends or something similar idk

I mean, idk about the title bit because Beelzebub is a name rather than a title iirc so-

Anywho.

Danny swinging around his casino instead of flying, maybe dropping things onto those below like uh. I genuinely don't know what could even get a ghost going like, ectoplasmic wine? SfSfkj, we'll work through that later. Maybe some food shaped like stars or something who knows.

That pole? He definitely swings on, like he jumps onto it, swings on it a lil, and then jumps onto something else. It's there along with the disco because bro is always moving!!!!

(Ya'll can do what cha'll want with the almost king and ghost king bit)

Angst route where he manifests his 'friends' but they're literally just illusions and not his actually friends because they've been long gone.

[vizishereig]

Could I get 19 (Vulnerable) for Chreon? :3

Okay, so, uhm. It’s a Chreon Beauty and the Beast AU that’s been floating in my brain. So yep. :D

19. Vulnerable

It’s snowing, Leon realizes, looking out one of the ornate windows of the castle. He had been idly leafing through one of the many books in the library for a while, finally deciding to put the book down and stretch. Chris had been leaving him alone for the most part, recently, despite the urging of Carlos and Jill.

He’s around, of course. Leon will sometimes catch sight of fur disappearing around corner or hear a huffed breath. But he’s been leaving him be after the mess that was dinner the other night.

Not that Leon blames him.

Despite Leon’s trespassing, Chris has been nothing but hospitable. Even after explaining that Leon would be unable to leave (some sort of curse? Leon still isn’t sure of the specifics, but nobody wants to talk to him about it) he tried his best to be as friendly as possible. Leon, on the other hand, had been freaked out. Which is a valid reaction to a person who looks more wolf than human and talking pieces of furniture.

Still, Leon’s been undoubtedly prickly, meeting every one of Chris’s attempts to befriend him with a sharp tongue and harsh words. He doesn’t want to let his guard down, especially not around anything here.

Now, though, he just feels like a dick.

He had… freaked out, at the dinner, to say the least. And Chris, in turn, had snapped at him before storming off. It had been a long time coming, and Leon was surprised it took this long. Something in his chest had felt vindicated, felt like something had been proven with the pissed off growling that Chris had directed at him before he left.

See? It had whispered at him. You can’t even get along with monsters. What does that make you?

He shakes his head, brushing the memory off. He hates this castle.

He feels vulnerable, flayed open whenever he has to interact with any of its residents. He feels warm when he’s around Chris, warm in a way he hasn’t felt in years. Those brown eyes make him want to let down his guard, and he just can’t do that. He hasn’t been able to do that in years.

He huffs, tossing a glance at the book one more time, before standing up and exiting the library, making his way to the front door of the castle.

He’s not at all dressed to deal with the cold, but he won’t be out there long. Just long enough to feel the bite of the cold on his cheeks and maybe catch some snowflakes in his hands. Anything to stop the whispers in his head and the trapped feeling that mounts each day.

He’s out the door soon enough, making his way towards a bench by the door and settling, feeling the wind cut through the much too thin fabric of his button up. He breathes in deeply and holds it, letting the tension drain from his body for the first time in a while. Snow falls peacefully, the world quiet aside from the soft sound of branches creaking in the wind.

The door is still open behind him, which is why he doesn’t hear Chris approaching until there’s a soft crunching sound of footsteps in the snow. He sighs softly, debating getting back up to go inside (he’s already shivering, he didn’t really think he’d get cold this quickly) when a heavy cloak is draped over his shoulders. Chris settles next to him on the bench soon after.

Leon blinks at the warm fabric, almost melting into it as he brings it tighter around himself. He recognizes it as one of Chris’s cloaks, which brings a flush to his face. The… man (?) in question was sitting quietly, golden-brown eyes looking at one of the many barren rosebushes around.

“Thank you,” Leon says, because it’s only polite. He should probably be saying more, apologizing, but something in the back of his head is still screaming danger at him, even if there is none. It’s not nearly as loud as it used to be, though.

Gold-brown eyes drift to look at him, and Chris nods, “Of course. Can’t have you freezing to death.”

Leon shrugs, looking away from Chris’s eyes. Snow is falling faster now, he finds, covering the slush that coated the ground before.

“We should probably head back inside,” Leon says after a bit, the wind now able to worm under the warmth of the cloak. Chris makes a small sound of agreement, standing.

They split up after they reenter the castle, Leon making his way back to his room and Chris going… wherever he goes. It takes Leon a while to remember that he still has Chris’s cloak draped over him and he finds himself unwilling to part with it.

It gets shoved in his closet, towards the back. If Chris asks, he could say he lost it.

There’s something knowing in Carlos’s eyes (well, as close to eyes as a candelabra can get) when he makes his way back to the library. He ignores it.

[k9catastrophe]

your moodboards look so pretty! could I have a spotted wood owl moodboard with themes of a worm’s eye view of trees (like pictures of trees looking up from the ground), yes quotes and borders please! sorry if the theming sounds kinda confusing, that’s the best way I could word it :)

-`♡´- @kaitethecreature -`♡´-

K9: I got what you meant, but there weren't many perfect images for it </3 hope this is good enough!! [ignore the quality on the bottom divider PLEASEEE I couldn't fix it]

[shalomniscient]

hello sev! there’s so little nox content on tumblr…do you have any nsft/sft headcanons for nox??? by thr way your sevcchino writings are SO GOOD i love self insert stuff its always so fun to read!:7:!27:!:&

hiiii sghshhdhdhd thanks for liking my delusion content !! arle makes me more ill then any character ever has before 😔😔😔 /pos

(someone ask me about sevchino lore. i swear im normal. come into the enclosure i swear i dont bite—)

cw. mentions of sex

anyway as for NOX ur so right anon there is criminally low content for her on this webbed site so i suppose it is time to be the change we want to see in the world 😌😌😌

NOX at maximum compliance and post-interro is just a sweetheart. a dangerous sweetheart to be sure, but still a sweetheart none the less. she very much has puppy energy, in that she’ll always want to please you and follow your orders. if she could, she’d trail you around the bureau while you work—which is both immensely funny and downright terrifing, because that’s the grim reaper why is she acting like a lovesick puppy ?? NOX is your scary dog privileges frfr

anywho, you can mostly find NOX in the gardens or her own cell. if she’s in the gardens then she’s usually crouched near a flowerbed, looking at the blooms but not touching them—they’ll just die, and she doesn’t want that. but you can see the way longing twists her pale features, so you pull hella aside and ask her if she wants a little extra pocket money.

“crochet flowers like i crochet my beanies…? ugh, chief, who do you think i— you’re going to pay me 150 DisCoins per flower? …what colour and when?”

NOX is a little confused when you hand her the bouquet once hella’s completed them. she refuses at first, thinking she’d just damage them, but with some coaxing you manage to get her to take the flowers. she cradles them in her arms, and you see as her expression morphs into surprise as she holds them.

“they smell… nice,” she says slowly, and you’re glad she likes them (making that deal with cassia took several years off your lifespan.) NOX keeps them in a vase in her cell, and you pop by every so often to give them another spritz of perfume, specific to each flower. roses, daisies, tulips—you commission hella to make more until there’s a yarn garden in NOX’s cell.

she loves it. sometimes you’ll find her sitting on her bed and simply looking at the flowers, or gently holding one in her blackened hands. if you decide to come in and sit next to her, she’ll let her head rest on your shoulder, and the both of you just rest in comfortable silence.

NOX doesn’t want for much. her purpose now, as it were, is to follow you. she’d head to the edges of the world, into the deepest, darkest oblivion for you. all she wants is to remain by your side, to feel the warmth of you against her skin.

nsft utc—

due to NOX’s unique physiology she can’t really get aroused in the conventional way. but the shackles are a powerful thing—and sometimes your need is strong enough that it travels down to NOX, and she feels her still heart jump. NOX’s body is generally really cold, but once you get going and by extension her, she starts to warm up.

NOX is definitely the submissive one between you both, but she’ll top if you want. just tell her what to do, how to do it. it’ll take her some time, but she learns eventually. NOX usually cums when you cum, due to the heightened sensitivity of the shackles between you both. but she likes it more when you make her cum with your fingers or your strap.

in general, i’d say NOX is more fond of lovemaking then fucking. she wants to be close to you, always, because you’re the one person she can’t hurt by virtue of existing. you’re so so important to her and she wants you to know with every breathless gasp she lets out of your name or in the way she licks or fingers you with awkward but well-meaning tenderness.

NOX is the first to say i love you, one night after you both wind down from a round of soft sex. to anyone else, it may sound terrifying—powerful words spoken in that echoing, haunting voice of hers, but to you she sounds nothing short of lovely. you run your fingers through her long, pale hair and hold her tightly against you as you return the words to her.

[rt-closetcryptic]

AAAAAAAA. absolutely LOVING your design for kickin. he’s giving off such “cool older sibling” energy

how did you come up with his design?

One again thank you! /gen!!

[onesidedradiostatic]

Staticmoth shipper here, I think it would be funny as hell if StaticRadio WAS friends in the past and Alastor is living the classic Aroace experience of "my brother in christ. That one?? Really??" About Staticmoth and later the V trio in general

Whether Valentino is abusive to Vox (at this point in canon it's just pure disrespect of his property, his phone and time) or just How Much Vox Complains About Valentino and his Antics, it's still the most puzzling "Ok so if you bitch about him this much why are you still with him??? Gurl? Leave??" "But they make me so much money and power ): " "You lose an iPhone everyday. You stay up at night watching the man fuck around in public so you can swoop in for PR damage control if he fucks up"

What the fuck would Vox act like if he realizes Alastor would respect him MORE if he ditched the Vees and went solo. The inner turmoil would be crazy.

Ditch your partners and get two powerful enemies and get Some Alastor Attention. Crumbs. Or stay where you are and win the idgaf war for once in your fucking life

Impossible Challenge

LMAOOO okay well this depends on like quite a few factors I think

when did vox and val start having this on-and-off relationship they have (was it already ongoing when vox and alastor were friends?)

exactly why alastor declined being on a team with vox

how alastor feels about the other vees (I don't doubt there's stuff he disagrees with, but those disagreements would also apply to vox himself)

I mean. okay like. vox is absolutely insane about alastor but I don't think he would actually leave the vees for alastor's respect. honestly IF alastor rejected his offer because of the other vees (or I guess just val, not sure the exact timeline since velvette came later) and vox found out, I think that would just make him even more pissed and probably go "IDGAF IDGAF IDGAF" even more and insist they're better than him anyways #fuckyoualastor #idontcareidontcareidontcare. I don't think this means him winning the idgaf war though bro still wants attention from him even if it's just through their rivalry and not actual respect from him, he's still utterly OBSESSED with him

I do think their falling out/alastor's rejection was more than just "I don't like the people you associate with" though, although I think it could be part of it, but possibly has to do with vox himself and alastor's own agendas

[rainderthesomeone]

Intel? Oh do tell! part 4: alright?

*Engineer.exe has stopped responding*

(also Medic has no care for his teams welfare, he just wants something to happen he's bored XD, this is a Engiespy comic! along with a few other things that will be happing....)

[scout-stims]

space ghost coast to coast stimboard for @renthesilliestbeing!!

👻 📺 👻 📺 👻 📺 👻 📺 👻

[cyanophen]

How about more interaction between Aether and Amber or Kaeya?

Kaeya accidentally froze Aether while he was trying to ice bridge across a river aether was standing it, and Amber is trying to melt him

and going off the game's mechanics, doing so might hurt him a little bit

[lunacornfan2k24]

✈️ Give a shout out to a fan artist / fic writer / etc. in the fandom that you appreciate!

Oh there’s so many great creators in this fandom! Unfortunately, I don’t really read ieytd fanfic unless it’s a short one shot because I don’t want to risk plagiarizing any plot points or characterizations from others and I feel like anytime spent reading would be better spent writing but here’s a few artists in the fandom that stick out to me and who’s work I adore every time I see it

@intergalacticsodatab aka CosmicSnakes on ao3! They were the first person ever to make fanart for one of my fics. I remember freaking out during my lunch break at Regal that they had made art inspired by my writing. They designed the masks in Just as Good in Red based off of the in-story description.

@agent-calivide Not only was calivide right there with me posting the first fanfics on ao3 and they’ve so much art for my ieytd fics it’s insane! They’re also an amazing writer! She’s so talented and all of their works are gorgeous!!! She was also the first friend I’ve made in the fandom ☺️

@agent-fee-nits Moki has made the coolest comic versions of Safe and Sound from ieytd 2. I absolutely love their art style and was honored when they drew Agent Phoenix wearing the outfit from the movie premiere in one of my fics

@ladydanger420 Chell writes fantastic nsfw short fics and one shots in their series spycraft and subterfuge. She’s also an wonderful artist who drew fanart of the premiere outfit with their Phoenix, Rosie

@bluefoxproductions Blue fox is one of the og creators for ieytd and one of the first people I saw that let me know that the ieytd was out they and was on tumblr it was just very very tiny. They also have a super cute Phoenix design!!!

[8ripecunts]

Bill and Holden as that Oscar Wilde gif?👀

these FBI agents sure are Wilde

[merganalogy]

Part 7

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Still in 2010 (July)

Merlin sat on the floor by his bed, a notebook balanced on his knees and a pen clutched in his hand. The soft glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm light over the pages filled with his neat, precise handwriting. He was lost in his thoughts, completely absorbed in the words flowing from his pen. The silence of his small apartment was punctuated only by the occasional scratch of the pen against paper.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the quiet, startling him. "Have you lost your damn mind!?"

Merlin jerked. The pen stilled in his hand as he lifted his head up, his wide eyes meeting the gaze of the speaker. His breath caught in his throat, a mixture of shock and confusion playing across his face.

It was Morgana, standing in the doorway, her eyes blazing with anger. Her sudden, furious question had shattered his focus entirely. Merlin felt his pulse quicken, his mind scrambling to process her words and her presence.

Should he be happy that, unlike their usual pattern of years apart, it hadn't taken an eternity for them to meet again this time?

Mere months instead of half centuries.

He needed to focus, he could be happy later for now needed to know why she was angry.

"I—uh, what?" he stammered, blinking rapidly. He took a moment to push himself up from the floor. "What are you talking about?"

Morgana’s eyes narrowed, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," she said, her tone icy. "You’re delving into black magic. You know how dangerous that it…"

His eyes widened further, “How did you know?”

The moment he uttered the words, he instinctively grasped the answer.

It was Aithusa. He should have known better especially after what Morgana had told him last time they had seen each other.  

The dragon cared too much about him.

How much did the dragon share?

Morgana took a deep breath, her anger giving way to a deeper hurt. “Why would you do this? Why would you care?”

Everything, it seemed.

Merlin’s shoulders sagged, the weight of the truth pressing down on him. “You know why. I just want to find a way to keep you safe…” He felt a lump form in his throat, “Even if your magic is what’s keeping you alive and preventing your body from aging, you can still get hurt, you can still…”

He gained extensive knowledge about the rituals Aithusa had conducted to save Morgana’s life and he came to the realization that without magic, Morgana was constantly at risk.

It was truly miraculous that she had survived all these years.

Morgana took a deep breath, her anger giving way to a deeper hurt. “…die.” She finished for him. “I didn’t ask you to do this.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He just nodded his head. It was all that he could do.

Though she hadn't explicitly requested it, given the immense pain he had caused her and the suffering he had subjected her to over the years, he felt compelled to do everything in his power to keep her safe.

It seemed like the least he could offer—protecting her.

It might not have been much, but if it meant using black magic to restore her abilities, wasn't it justified?

Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head, the pain evident in her expression. Once again, he was causing her anguish, unintentionally inflicting hurt even when he didn't intend to.

 “How do you think that makes me feel, Merlin?” She asked, then she was quiet for a few seconds before adding, “If this is about you being alone...We have talked about this, Merlin. Forget about the past. You need to move on. Go out, make new friends and get a job,find a girl, and ask her on a date-”

“It’s not about that.” He gently interjected to redirect the conversation. He didn’t know why Aithusa had sought Morgana yet again despite his orders.

He sympathized with the dragon's concern, but it was becoming excessive, particularly considering Morgana's reluctance to meet with him. He didn’t want to force her to do something she was uncomfortable with.

She had made it clear to him that his mere presence was enough to upset her and he was determined to respect her wishes of staying away.

Morgana shot him a sceptical glance, silently conveying her disbelief in his words.

“I am not. Truly.” He insisted, feeling unease discussing this with Morgana, “In fact, I have a date tomorrow. She wanted…We’re going to see a film.”

In the blink of an eye, her expression transformed from one of hurt to a playful grin, leaving him bewildered by the rapidity of her emotional shift. She sensed the subtle tension in the air when he corrected himself.

“A film? What is it called?”

He shouldn’t tell her. Or better yet, he should just lie.

“Twilight something. She said it was the third one.”

Despite her best efforts to conceal it, a mischievous sparkle danced in her eyes, betraying the amusement she was desperately trying to suppress. Her grin grew wider.

He should not have told her. And most importantly, why were they deflecting?

They had an imperative matter to discuss other than this.

“How old is she?”

He gave up, “Old enough to know better.”

Morgana burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. However, Merlin, though trying to maintain his composure, couldn't hide his annoyance, his eyes narrowing slightly as he attempted to stifle his own smile.

He missed that sound.

He pondered whether she shared the same sense of isolation as he did, but he understood he could never broach that topic with her. She had made it clear she didn't want him to delve into her inner world. Even the prospect of rekindling their friendship felt like an insurmountable barrier for her.

At the moment, he resigned himself to her playful teasing, hoping to persuade her to explore alternative methods for freeing her magic at a later time. “You clearly heard of them, so don’t be like that!”

“Have you watched the first two?”

“No…” He shook his head. Did he have to?

“Well, you need to be prepared. We’re going to watch the first two tonight.”

From this list, send me a prompt if you’d like.