#(aside from the verses in 'something about the sunshine')

[harmonysanreads]

With which hsr characters would you ship your mutuals with?

Hmmmmm, limiting this to just hsr characters makes it a bit difficult for me because I actually don't know all of the hsr characters as well as I do with the Genshin cast but I shall try :> Welcome to Harmony's matchmaking service I guess?

@teabutmakeitazure Ratio. I know who the love of your life is Zuri, but, the rivals to lovers potential of this pairing is astronomical in my brain. Not only can they bond over Mathematics but if things go south, they can establish dominance by seeing who can twirl a pen the best and for the longest :D

@navxry Navina, idk how you'll feel about this one but if I had one chance, I'd love to push you in the middle of Kafka and Himeko. Their ‘chemistry’ has always intrigued me and I just want to see them explode over the same person :>

@yandere-romanticaa Blade? Jing Yuan? Oh, who am I kidding, BOTH. I want to see Blade yearn and claw at the walls of the Luofu because Jing Yuan has what he wants. I want to see him to go through all of the five stages of grief and multiple existential crises until he finally decides to take action :3

@mochinon-yah I said this before once but Argenti! The duo is extremely comedic in my head for some reason. While Argenti goes about his tangents and monologues, Reli silently judges his whole existence while pining for Dan Heng. Unbeknownst to her, Dan Heng thinks she's into Argenti due to how ‘comfortable’ they appear so he chooses not to approach her and— yes, you can probably see where this is going.

@stickyspeckledlight Aventurine and Boothill. I think they should team up and destroy the capitalist empire of the Honkai-verse, IPC. But also because I think these two would appreciate their sense of humor :)

@vivalabunbun Pairing them with anyone other than Alhaitham feels kind of criminal but from my understanding, Viva is a very thoughtful individual and they also seem to value independence, so I think someone wise and understanding like Welt!

@iceunhie She gives off gentle sunshine vibes and I can't help but think of Blade in this case. But I think she can be protective of the people she loves as well, which is something he actually really needs. A very wholesome cycle of healing.

@beloved-blaiddyd Aside from their soulmate Gallagher, I had multiple random characters giving me ideas for some odd reason. First was Ruan Mei, idk how you feel about her Brynn, but I think a conversation between you two would be very interesting. Then I thought of Gepard with an unrequited love-esque storyline. Lastly, Sampo because I think you two would have great synergy. Hm. Maybe you should experiment with everyone until Gallagher himself yanks you away?

[satoruxx]

congrats on 200 followers!!

im thinking of hsr blade + reader who keeps throwing him corny science-y pickup lines :3

examples:

"if i had to choose between DNA and RNA, i'd choose RNA because it has U in it"

"are you an arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis? because you make me feel weak in the knees"

(inspired by @/nathan_fang_'s science rizz on ig, theyre absolute gold)

pairing: blade x reader | 1.3k+ words summary: all fluff and crack, just a teensy tiny bit suggestive at the end but it's harmless, blade is TIRED, classic sunshine x grump trope bc we all secretly love it hehe a/n: AHHHH hello anon! this was so much fun to write omg !! blade is such a grump i love him. i don't know if i did him justice though lol. i really wanna pull for him but i spent all my savings on luocha sobs. anyways thank you thank you for your support and i hope you enjoy this <33

blade didn't mind working in pairs. normally, he worked well with the teammates he had. following kafka's plans usually ended with a success, and even as irritating as silver wolf could be, she had enough knowledge in her brain to get them out of sticky situations. he definitely didn't mind working with either of them.

you on the other hand, blade was unsure of. ok yes, in your defense, he knew that you were quite intelligent. you were well-versed in the lifestyles of many different galaxies, and you were the type of person who liked to research as much as you could before you stepped foot on a new planet. so the first day blade met you, he did truly believe you were a mature, all-knowing researcher joining the stellaron hunters.

that was before, though. while you still did come off as all-knowing, he now knew you were far from mature.

"will you please quit it?"

you grin cheekily, watching him pace back and forth in front of the locked door you both were hiding behind, on the look out for guards. his red eyes dart back and forth between the door and you as you sit at one of the computers, extracting some files for the mission.

"i'm just saying you could try to smile more, blade."

he scoffs, eyes lingering on you and your annoying grin for a second longer. "nothing to smile about in my life."

you snort, shaking your head as you absentmindedly tap at the screen. "well that's dramatic. you just need something to make you laugh."

"I don't see any funny people around here." he sneers, eyes narrowed as he shoots you a sarcastic grin. you place your hand on your heart in mock offense.

"i'll have you know i am very funny!" you say defensively, shooting him a glare. blade only raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

"sure thing. because everything you've ever said has got me positively giggling. now will you shut up and work faster so we can get out of here?"

a mirthless smile graces your face as you narrow your eyes at him in retaliation. "you just have no sense of humor." you mutter, turning back to the screen. blade rolls his eyes before resuming his lookout, though his gaze does wander back to you more times than he cares to admit. the room is silent save for the occasional clicks of the software you were accessing, and for a second blade thinks he misses the sound of your talking, but he pushes that thought aside.

you somehow seem to pick up on it though, because you speak up again. "hey blade?"

"what?"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis?"

he can't see your face with your back turned to him, and he seems to think you're seriously asking him a question, because he frowns and begins to speak. "are you stupid? do you mean to say do i have rheumatoid arthritis? because, you know that i do not-"

"because you make me feel weak in the knees!"

there's a tense silence as he stares at you, his brain trying to process what you just said. when it clicks his lips curl into a sneer and he groans.

"aeons, will you please shut up? you are so stupid why am i stuck here-"

"hey blade, if you were an element you'd be francium because you're the most attractive!"

his clicks his tongue as you giggle, finally standing up and making your way over to him after downloading all the data you needed. you peer at him mischievously, eyes scanning over his sour expression. "what, not even a smile? tough crowd."

he scoffs, opening the door and ushering you out in front of him so that he can keep an eye on you. "what, that was your strategy? stupid nerdy pick up lines? try harder."

"you're underestimating my resolve, bladie. i will get you."

he hums absentmindedly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at you as he peers down halls for any enemies before sending you the signal to keep walking.

you clear your throat, and he sighs as you begin your inane antics once more. "you must be a good benzene ring because you are so aromatic!"

"stop it right now."

"you must be made of uranium and iodine, because i can see U and I together!"

he pauses, eyes narrowing as a weird tumble occurs in his chest. he glares down at you from the corner of his eyes, trying his best not to dwell on it because aeons above you were just being stupid. he hears you laugh under your breath, and he's about to scold you once more before he hears voices approaching.

"shut up. guards." he orders quietly, pulling your arm back so that you're now hiding behind the wall with him. he watches them carefully, scarlet eyes scanning for any sudden movements as he keeps you behind him. suddenly he feels your finger poke at his bicep as you whisper:

"are you a carbon sample? because i really wanna date you!"

blade feels his face grow hot as he glares at you angrily. he immediately turns around and presses a bandaged hand over your mouth, leaning in close to hiss at you. "you idiot. didn't i say shut up? they're right there!"

you reach up to pull his hand away from your face, though your fingers continue to hold his as you give him another cheeky smile.

"ooh," you whisper dramatically, grinning at his close proximity. "are you a heart arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat!"

blade's eyes dart all over your face, and he ignores the way that it feels like his brain is short-circuiting since it's probably just because of how reckless you're being. instead he just opts for rolling his eyes and clamping his hand back over your mouth. you let him this time, though he can still tell you're smiling by the way your eyes crinkle.

as soon as the coast is clear, he's leading you back to the ship without a word. the entire way there, you continue to drop more of your stupid lines, and he only gives you annoyed groans in response.

by the time you both are safely back, he's had enough of you.

"-you have 11 protons? because you're sodium fine!" you giggle, and blade's eye twitches once before he's turning around and getting in your face once more. his eyes bore into yours as he smirks.

"oh yeah? if i was an enzyme, i'd be dna helicase, just so that i could unzip your genes." he says, keeping his voice even as he stares at you.

your jaw drops, face heating up at the unexpected turn of events as you stumble over a response. "w-wait, you-!"

"what? you've been yapping my ear off about how great our chemistry is. don't you think we should do some biology together too?" he smirks, red eyes lighting up as he takes in your flustered expression.

"well that's not what i-!" you pause, breath hitching as he leans closer and brushes a strand of loose hair out of your eyes. he chuckles under his breath, peering at you through his bangs.

"damn. you must be an alkali metal. one touch and already highly reactive, huh?"

"blade!" you hiss, eyes darting away from him and he finally relents, pulling back to watch you with an amused grin. you clear your throat, almost like you know how caught off guard you look. "i have to go...report to kakfa."

he bites back a grin, watching you leave through the dark strands of his hair. so flustered that you didn't even realize that in the end you did get him to smile? how amusing.

he laughs quietly to himself, shaking his head. maybe, just maybe, he could try to ask elio to make you his partner permanently.

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Epilogue

Warnings: fluff

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: That’s all folks! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did.😘💖 

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ONE YEAR LATER

Dean and Y/N carried various potluck side dishes into the backyard, placing them on the long wooden table Dean had made in his spare time to accommodate his growing family.

John and Bobby were manning the grill, and Sam was playing with Miracle, the big goofball dog Dean had rescued from a burning building where his owners had sadly perished.

Jody and Mary sat at the table in the sunshine with Jess across from them, sheltering under the parasol with baby Matthew.

When the little boy saw Y/N, he gave her a big toothy smile. He wasn’t even a year old yet and had the same Winchester charm his father, uncle and grandfather had. Y/N couldn’t refuse the grabby hands and little mewls demanding she takes him from his mother’s arms and into hers.

“Hey, buddy!” Y/N smiled as she lifted Matthew and placed him on her hip. Every day his baby babbles sounded more like actual words. Although she wasn’t as versed in Matthew’s baby language as his parents were, she listened to him intently and responded whenever there was a break in his storytelling.

Today’s gathering was a double celebration. Bobby was retiring as Fire Chief at Lawrence F.D. Dean had accepted the promotion into his role and would start as the new Chief at Firehouse 3 the following week. Y/N couldn’t be prouder of her boyfriend and wouldn’t deny that him not running head-first into fires ninety percent of the time would make her life much less stressful.

“He always settles so easily with you,” Jess smiled, and Y/N glanced down to see Matthew had fallen asleep on her shoulder.

“What can I say? Kids love me,” Y/N said, giggling as Dean bent to kiss her forehead, a soft smile curving his lips upwards. The look of utter adoration that shone in his green eyes was overwhelming, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Alright,” John called from the other side of the yard. “First batch of food is ready!”

“Here, let me take him so you can get something to eat. You must be starving after coming off a night shift and barely sleeping before entertaining all of us,” Jess said as she reached to take the sleeping baby from Y/N’s arms.

“It’s fine, Jess. I can survive another twenty minutes. Go, eat something hot for a change without burning your mouth!” Y/N grinned as Jess gave her a grateful smile.

Once everyone had their fill of food and relaxed with some drinks, Y/N and Jody began clearing dishes and putting away the leftovers before promising to bring more beer and another bottle of wine from the kitchen when they were finished.

“You look happy,” Jody smiled fondly.

“I am,” Y/N nodded, unable to hide her grin.

“Is he treating you right?” The older woman asked next.

“Not just right, Jody. He makes me feel safe and loved and wanted. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“Good. I’m happy for you, kiddo. You deserve all of it,” Jody hugged her tightly and added, “And if he puts a toe out of line, he is a dead man!” The women chuckled, and Jody pulled back slightly. “Come on, let’s get these drinks out there and join the celebrations.”

Jody placed a cooler filled with ice, beer and a bottle of wine onto the table, and Y/N gave out clean glasses and placed the corkscrew and bottle opener next to it. John and Sam passed out the drinks, and when no one was left empty-handed and had settled into conversation, Dean stood and gathered everyone’s attention.

“As I’m sure you all know, I’m not good with words and find it hard to talk about my feelings. Today, I’m putting that aside to celebrate a great mentor, a great Chief, and an even greater man. I’ve been in Bobby’s Firehouse since I was a cocky probie, and he quickly knocked that out of me completely! He taught me all I know, and that’s why stepping into his shoes isn’t as terrifying now as it was the first time Bobby told me that one day, I’d be sitting in his seat.

“So, cheers, Bobby! Thank you for having patience with me, for mentoring me and teaching me all I know, for seeing something in me that I couldn’t, and for treating me like family. In and out of the Firehouse.” Dean said, and cries of cheers, congratulations and clinking glasses rang through the backyard. He cleared his throat, letting them know he wasn’t finished yet.

“I know we’re here to celebrate Bobby’s retirement and my promotion, but I’m hoping we might have another reason to celebrate. It’s times like this that I wish I could be more articulate and find the right words to talk about how I feel and the million things I really want to say… need to say. And I promise to try, but for now, the only words I have are the most important ones… Y/N,” Dean’s voice cracked as he got down on one knee before her and pulled out a little velvet box. “Will you marry me?”

Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth in shock, and tears flooded her eyes. This was all she’d ever wanted. All she’d dreamed about. A second chance with the one that got away.

“Yes!” she answered, a shriek of laughter coming straight after as Dean lifted her, held her in his strong embrace, and spun her around.

THE END

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[yukidragon]

Is demon SDJ an au or just a halloween costume? also do you have a headcanon for demon Jack too?

To my knowledge, it could be both. I believe it started when YummyPinkMilk got the idea to draw Jack as an incubus, which inspired Jambeebot/Sauce to draw their own version.

Later on, Sauce made a sprite version for fun with a slightly tweaked design, as we’ve seen on the official Sunny Day Jack twitter. After that, costumes for all the male leads were made.

It’s really cool to see both versions of the design side by side.

Whether or not the sprites are just fun Halloween costumes or something more to them remains to be seen. A lot of people enjoy playing with this design as its own AU though.

Also, as a quick aside, let me remind everyone to please not repost art posted privately on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon. Art that was posted publicly is okay as long as you remember to give Sauce full credit for it like I’m doing here. Please support them and this lovely game by becoming a patron, backing the official Sunny Day Jack kickstarter, or just spreading the word. As a reminder, there’s just a week left before the kickstarter closes!

As for headcanons, well... I do have a few thoughts that I could rattle off. It’ll go under the cut of course since we’re talking about a sex demon AU for an Adults Only game. Talk about spice is pretty inevitable.

Also, there might be some mature themes that go beyond sex. The implications of this sort of supernatural being can get pretty dark if you think about it too hard... which I’m oft to do. How dark? Hopefully no darker than my third headcanon post with the tragedy of [Redacted].

...Which is giving me ideas for this AU. Strap in, folks.

Oh, before I get started, I should tag @channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic​ &  @sai-of-the-7-stars. If you want to be tagged in my next headcanon post, please let me know!

Since these are my own personal headcanons for a demon Jack AU, I’m going to default to using my own personal version of the MC, Alice. However, I will do my best to make mention of when things could apply to the MC in general.

For starters, Jack is an incubus in this headcanon. It’s not because he’s a male sex demon, but because he’s a top. I’ve been inspired by this popular thread that looks at the Latin origins of incubus/succubus and divides them not by gender but by sexual preferences. An incubus is a top, a succubus is a bottom, and a concubus is a verse.

Of course, Jack is flexible enough to take the role of a concubus or a succubus if his sunshine wants, but his preference is overwhelmingly as an incubus.

In this universe, sex demons, shortened to ‘cubi, can shapeshift to some degree, mostly in terms of body type, sex organs, and their more “demonic” features (wings, horns, tail, markings, etc.) This means that they can better appeal to the exact tastes of whatever human they’re catering to, or simply their own. This means that technically they’re genderfluid, but like anyone they have their own gender identity. In Jack’s case, that’s male, and the above appearance is what he is most comfortable in. If he wanted to, however, he could make himself look like the genderswap AU version of himself, Jill.

Despite being known as sex demons, ‘cubi don’t actually come from some infernal underworld... at least not originally. Rather, they’re beings made from magic as the manifestations of desire, specifically to cater to the pleasures of those that summon them. In a way, they’re something of a mixture between tulpas and familiars, bound to a specific person to serve them in exchange for that person’s energy to sustain them.

You know, something kind of similar to Jack’s situation with his sunshine in the main universe.

Now, I’m not saying Jack in SDJ is secretly an incubus or anything like that, even though he practically lives to serve MC and feels more secure in his existence through having sex with them, but... the parallels are kind of pretty apparent.

Naturally, this sort of setup is pretty rife with unfortunate implications if these magical husbando/waifus happen to be thinking and feeling sentient beings rather than glorified magical sex dolls made just for the pleasure of their owner. What sort of awful person would enslave some poor soul to just use them like that?

Oh wait.

Now... while this idea can very easily go into non-consent territory, I don’t want to go there, not even in an AU. This is just the origins of the ‘cubi species that serves as background in this universe. At some point in the past, they broke free of this unfavorable state of servitude. They weren’t meant to be able to reproduce on their own or live unbound to their masters, but the ‘cubi figured out how to do both and became their own race. They’ve been engaging in a both symbiotic and antagonistic relationship with humanity ever since.

Typically ‘cubi are unable to feel love of any sort due to their origins, but like any species that grows and changes over time with each generation, eventually there will be anomalies. Jack is one such anomaly. Unlike the majority of his species, he longs to love and be loved, but for the longest time didn’t realize that’s what he was missing. Much like in the regular universe, his family didn’t love him, but the ‘cubi parents didn’t even pretend they did, as the concept is just dismissed as a “human” trait, and humans are just for “food and fun” to the ‘cubi.

Naturally, Jack had a hard time living with the ‘cubi. Much like the main universe, he was neglected and ignored by those around him as he was growing, and eventually there was a tipping point that made him leave them and never look back again.

Although ‘cubi are most well known for being sex “demons”, they can feed off of any human desire, and it’s strongest when it’s directed at them. Sexual desire is just the most favored way for them to feed, as it’s very potent and pleasurable. This means that a human just looking at them with lustful feelings can offer them some energy even without directly engaging in sex.

The ‘cubi that either don’t want to have sex or are too young for it get their energy from platonic sources of desire or have energy donated to them by other ‘cubi. We respect enthusiastic consent in this house, and only consenting adults should engage in sexual behaviors, even in a fantasy AU.

Of course, once an adult, Jack did engage in sexual behaviors. What he didn’t get from ‘cubi, he thought he could get from humans. The pleasure was great, but he was still wanting more. He wanted to be the desire of many humans, believing that’s what he was missing. This led to a hedonistic lifestyle and a lot of people desiring him, but no matter how much desire he consumed, he was never satisfied.

Naturally, there are people who have a huge issue with sexual promiscuity. There are also people who have a huge problem with non-human races, ranging from distaste to outright hatred. Combine the two with plenty of fear, and you get tragedy.

With Jack seducing so many people and desiring so much attention, it was only a matter of time before the wrong people found out. There are demon hunters in this world, as well as those who believe the ‘cubi are evil. Jack was labeled as a demon seducing innocent people and clouding their minds, tempting them to the path of sin, and other such excuses to hunt him down.

Jack barely survived being killed by the hunters, but was captured instead. In this world, familiars are summoned and can be sealed away if they get unruly. The person who caught him was familiar with the origins of the ‘cubi and how similar they are to familiars, and used that to seal him away into a magical box.

This of course resulted in a Jack-in-the-box.

Yes I am quite proud of that pun, thank you.

As you might have guessed, Jack is in quite an unfortunate position. That collar around his neck isn’t just because it looks kinky. Fortunately, the order that captured him weren’t going to use him for slavery, but the bad news was that he was trapped in a dark place, devoid of all feeling. He was buried like unpleasant secret, locked away and eventually forgotten.

Poor Jack gets to suffer a similar fate as he does in the normal universe.

Fortunately, sunshine will find Jack in this universe as well several years later.

This world is a fantasy setting similar to a lot of JRPGs, with magic creating fantastic technology, but it has a strong medieval feel in ways. There are monarchies and nobility as well as monsters and magical races.

Alice was born into nobility. Although her family is a very loving one, there were duties expected of her due to her bloodline. The life of nobility can be cutthroat, with those aiming to destroy other noble houses for their own political gain, or unite via marriages.

This is especially true if they are engaged to be married to the next crown prince.

Despite it being an arranged marriage, Alice and Ian were close. They grew up together, were friends, and fell in love. It was like a fairytale...

And, like many fairytales, this one involves a curse.

No one knows who cast it, but there were plenty of suspects. It could have been a rival family that wanted their daughter to marry Ian instead. It could have been a curse meant for the crown prince, but due to the royal family’s supposed divine protection, it struck his fiancée in his place. It could even have been just the cruel whim of a wicked witch.

Whatever the case, the results were the same; Alice was one day transformed into a beastly creature.

This resulted in chaos of course, but for the most part, to protect the dignity of Alice, her family, and the royal family, it was kept a secret. Alice was hidden away under the story of being sick while others searched for the culprit and the cure. Crown prince Ian swore he would do whatever it took to cure Alice. He loved her even in her hideous cursed state.

Unfortunately, the more time passed without answers or a solution in sight, unrest set in. The queen especially was repulsed by the idea of her child marrying a hideous monster, no matter how Ian protested. The king was at best indifferent, not dissolving the engagement over the incident, but he refused to allow the marriage to proceed unless Alice was cured.

The secret slowly leaked, as secrets tend to do when money and political intrigue is involved. Pressure was put to annul engagement so that Ian could marry someone else. Noble families sent their attractive and clever members of the same age as him to strengthen bonds with him as it were

At first, Ian resisted all temptations and arguments. He was determined to marry Alice, but as time slipped away and they spent less and less time together, it was hard for his attention not to stray.

Alice had to remain hidden away in her family’s manor. Ian could only rarely visit her, and they mostly kept in communication via magic and letters. It left them both feeling lonely and missing each other.

At first, Alice refused to let Ian see her in her hideous state, but with time he managed to convince her that he still loved her regardless. When she finally allowed him to see what had become of her, he was shocked and horrified, but he managed to reassure her that it didn’t matter. The only one he wanted to marry was her. He loved her.

Alice believed Ian. He was her prince charming who would save her from her curse. He would never forsake her.

I think you can see where this is going.

Much like in the regular universe, time apart, popularity, and temptations of the flesh made Ian stray.

Stricken with guilt, Ian confessed what he did... and Alice couldn’t handle his betrayal.

The engagement was broken. Even if royalty aren’t exactly known for remaining loyal to their spouses, Alice’s family loved her enough to put an end to the engagement for her sake. Ian did everything he could to apologize and make amends, but Alice refused to see him. His constant visits trying to see her, gifts, and messages just made her heartbreak worse.

As word of the engagement being broken spread, there was also a rumor that Alice was going to a distant territory managed by her family to recover from her heartache. This allowed her to not only get some distance from Ian, but to lessen the risk of rumors spreading about her curse.

The place Alice went to live was a distant home surrounded by woods, isolating it from the rest of her world. Being betrayed by the person she loved and trusted the most shook her faith in people, and she insisted on living there alone, save for the occasional delivery of supplies and visitor.

Alice could have simply languished away in that place lamenting her fate, but instead she studied. She had an interest in magic that she had once been passionate about, but had to turn into an idle hobby when she wasn’t busy taking lessons as the future queen and spending time with Ian. Now she no longer had to worry about such distractions.

Perhaps it could help her find a cure for her curse when all other mages and scholars failed...

Time passed as Alice focused on improving her skills with magic and potions. Although Alice didn’t want anyone to see her in this state, she couldn’t help but feel lonely. One day, she was struck with the idea of having a familiar as a companion. Familiars are made from their master’s magic, essentially a piece of the mage given life. It could never betray her.

While engaged to the crown prince, Alice has access to the royal treasury at times. Ian would surprise her with presents that he technically shouldn’t have given away, but he was young, in love, and she was so keen to learn more about magic.

Despite the way things ended, Alice took some of those magical trinkets with her. One of those objects was a box, a medium meant to take some of her essence and create the familiar when the right ritual was performed.

Things go a little bit sideways when the box is already in use sealing away a being that is only similar to a familiar.

Luckily or unluckily, depending on your perspective, Alice just wound up releasing Jack from his box and forming a contract with him, binding them both together.

It was pretty surprising to the both of them, to put it lightly.

When ‘cubi are starved and in a weakened state, their colors are faded, and their eyes and markings won’t glow. Jack looked more like Joseph when Alice let him out, but with her magic feeding him due to their bond, he was his bright and colorful self again soon enough.

A lot of the dynamics between Alice and Jack are similar in this AU to the game universe. Jack can’t do anything Alice doesn’t want, and they can sense each other’s feelings and even thoughts. However, in this universe, Alice is aware of this, since that’s part of having a familiar, which allows her to guard her thoughts from him, if not her emotions.

While the situation is less than ideal for Jack... at the same time he finally feels what he was missing for so long. Alice is warm after he spent so many years sealed away in cold darkness, and he feels things from her that he never did from anyone else.

A pact with a familiar isn’t easily broken. Jack was also afraid that if it was broken, he would just go back into the box. He was still technically bound to it even as he was also bound to Alice. After learning about the hell he suffered when sealed away, she couldn’t bring herself to damn him like that, not when she could feel how terrified and desperate he was to never go back in there.

Jack offered to give Alice anything she wanted. He was ready to seduce her then and there.

Alice barked out a humorless laugh and told Jack that wasn’t a funny joke.

When visitors came over, Alice would wear heavy draping cloaks and veils to hide her body. When alone, she has less, so Jack saw her cursed appearance.

Jack didn’t see an issue with how Alice looked. In fact, her warmth and gentle heart drew him to her. It felt... good, but Alice had already been hurt before.

Instead of accepting sexual favors, Alice tentatively accepted his friendship instead.

So the two of them live together. Jack flirts with Alice, using his typical tactics that worked to draw people in before he got sealed away, being cheeky and seductive... and he finds that she responds when he was sincere instead. They form a genuine friendship and, as they grow closer, Jack eventually realizes that what he’s feeling for Alice, what he’s been missing all of his life, is love.

Eventually the two do fall in love after enough time getting to know and trust each other. Somehow Alice gets her curse cured as well. Maybe fitting with the fairytale theme, it could be cured through the power of true love... expressed through sex, since this is a story about incubi Jack after all.

I guess in this universe you can say Jack is a monster fucker as well as a demon?

Speaking of which, here’s a couple more ‘cubi headcanons that are on the spicier side.

The bond between them leaves a marking in Jack’s colors on Alice’s abdomen. Yes, it’s a “womb tattoo” since having some of Jack’s glowing markings being left behind as a sign of their bond would be fun.

The ‘cubi ability to appeal to their partner’s tastes isn’t just limited to appearance. The flavor of their cum can be altered to suit their tastes in a more literal sense.

Needless to say, Alice does not expect a vanilla cream finish the first time she gives Jack a blowjob.

A ‘cubi has amazing stamina and sometimes will savor their meal. Needless to say, Alice is going to have a hard time keeping up with Jack.

Though with access to magic, Alice has ways of potentially getting in some fun payback.

This is pretty much about all the headcanons I have at this time for this particular AU. I’m still unsure of Shaun and Nick’s roles in the universe, but I do know Barry is a merchant trader that Alice sometimes sells her magic potions to for extra money. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my really huge ramble about demon Jack that turned into an alternate version of Beauty and the Beast!

[josiebelladonna]

”the wandering jew”

this has been rolling around in my head for like… the last month, and all it took was ^that pic to coax it out 🫧

(takes place in the fever ‘verse)

“Hey, Alex, you want a beer?”

The words caught his attention before the photographer showed up to the bar before him, and he realized that he had been daydreaming this whole entire time. For a moment, he had had a brief lapse of memory, but one that seemed to last longer than a few seconds. It was sitting there at the bar, under the thick metallic skulls up on the shelf over the bar that made him think of the movie Alien, that brought him back to that encounter back there, in the one part of the building that no one really paid much attention to, and without any warning whatsoever. The mere sight of the interior, the way it all rose up into thick arches to make it seem as though they tucked themselves into the back part of some hideous alien like the way his feelings rose and welled up into thick arches as well...

It all happened so fast and yet it managed to etch itself into the side of his mind.

The euphoria. The intensity. The feeling of fire within him when he believed that it had died out some time prior to his twentieth birthday.

No longer a teen and now a young man, which meant the teenage dream had been laid to rest before he managed to bring it out in its entirety to the world at large. Where did the time go, he so often heard around him back home, and yet chances for him never really manifested themselves: he only had to focus on his playing as well as the band before him.

Such was the plight of the late bloomer, the boy who had the look but had his zipper all the way up to his collar, even as the lead guitarist.

He had his friends, and most of them female, but he could never gather the courage to really ask the one out on something nice. He never could gather the courage to ask any of them if they wanted to join them over there on the other side of the Pacific Rim for the next few weeks, and thus, he found himself alone most of the time. It was one of those nights on one of those long trips across the Pacific Ocean whereby the time seemed to slip sideways and he found himself a day ahead.

The culture was different. The language was different. The one thing that united him with the rest of Japan was the love of music as well as the sense of exploration. To walk the streets of Tokyo under the neon lights and find something that piqued his curiosity.

Oh, to find a loose leaf copy of Tropic of Cancer in one of the many bookstores around there in the center of town and tell Samantha all about it once they returned home. To find a copy of Tropic of Capricorn and read it to her aloud before they went to bed together.

He had no idea as to how to label his feelings for her, especially when she seemed so hung up on Cliff still, as well as her relationship with Joey. But there was no denying of the fact that whenever he looked on at her, he could feel something with her. Aside from his own unwillingness to even so much as walk on up to her, she always seemed so distant and preoccupied with something else at the moment. She had eyes for another man, anyway, and a huge piece of her heart remained six feet under. No way he could have more than a moment alone with her unless one of them cracked open a couple of brewskies and kept a back room open for each other so no one was looking in their direction.

The books would have to wait a while as he stepped out of the shop and into the cool afternoon and the bright sunshine over the crown of Tokyo. Though it wasn’t all that cold, he had wondered around the city with his hands tucked into jacket pockets and his long luxurious hair sprawled down all around his slender shoulders. The thin leather of his jacket proved to be more than enough for him as he walked up the block to the next crosswalk: somewhere in there was a view of Mount Fuji as well as the clusters of cherry trees near the edge of the city. He was told that the Giger Bar and the hotel next door were not too far from there.

The sleeves of the leather jacket were smooth with the slightest wrinkles near the elbows, and the black leather carried a gentle sheen to it courtesy of the soft neon lights of the city around him. The streets bustled with life, and he remembered that his band had pitched their tents not too far from that old red-light district as well. Not too far from the rows of adult bookstores and the brightly colored strip joints that seemed to blend in with the rest of the neighborhoods of downtown Tokyo. He gazed up to the wires stretched overhead to connect the buildings which stood across the street from each other, as if he stood at the mouth of a cave that presented him with his fate. The pearly white and bright red neon sign over his head showed off the kanji characters for all the world to see, followed by the word “Kabukichō.”

Off in the distance, past the bright neons along the sides of the street before him, the summit of Mount Fuji stood before him in all its cold power like the lines of block art, and he knew that he should have brought something with him for a snapshot back to the States. If only he could find a way to her, to confess to her of what resided within him.

“God, I wish she was here,” he muttered to himself, and he tucked a stray lock of black hair behind his ear.

Then again, the feelings seemed so far away, and he had no idea as to how to describe them, either. All he knew was something within him existed whenever he thought about her. And whenever he thought about her, there came about a deep itch inside him that he couldn’t seem to put his fingers upon.

Even with her feelings elsewhere, he still saw her as his friend, and even after the utter fiery path they took to reach the point of friendship as well. Samantha had her fingers clasped around the stems of the yellow tulips and the hat that Cliff gave her perched upon her head: it almost felt impure to break into her world with his black leather and the slender shock of silver on his head. He wasn’t anywhere the grim darkness that stood adjacent to his band and their hosted scene but he knew how they felt upon the thought of her. No lipstick, hairspray, or safety pins for him, but the shadows beckoned him, especially the ones cast by the neon lights in front of him.

A flash of wispy smoke, and the red lights dazzled before him. It felt as though he was entering the one venture of the house that was sealed off from him and his brother until they were eighteen, and he had crossed a threshold of sorts. He licked his lips and flexed his fingers inside of his coat pockets.

The ribbon of blacktop underneath his feet made him think of all those first shows, where he walked upon the stage with his guitar in hand and his black leather vest barely open to show off the plumes of dark hair on his chest. The initial feeling of nerves only to have it all subside away once the show got underway. The language barrier proved to be another ribbon for him, one that he hoped he could cut through once he had settled himself in for the time being. All the time he could ever ask for right then, and he let the zipper of his leather jacket slide down a bit. His long black curls cascaded around the crests of his shoulders like water, and the cool Japanese air caressed his skin. The smell of freshly poured bath water and burning incense followed him like the silky, forbidden feelings that lingered within him.

He stopped before the smoked glass entrance of the next place along the edge of the sidewalk. The hot pink kanji lettering struck him, while the translations remained right under the edge of the glass window. An alien boy looking on at an alien language scrawled across the glass, that is until he found something that he recognized.

“Soapland…” he muttered aloud. He looked up to the receded doorway and decided to explore things a bit. When he opened the door, the delicate aroma of matcha with the fresh soaps greeted him, as if he was meeting someone who had just climbed out of the shower. It was one of those places that made him think of burlesque but the sight of the bathtubs down in the floor made him think otherwise. The clean pink tiles under the thick soles of his shoes had been freshly scrubbed earlier that morning, and he held still out of slight concern over slipping across it all.

She sauntered on up to him with her hands tucked behind her back and a head of short black hair lined with bright red highlights around the bottom to where it resembled a tortoise shell. Her pale skin had been kissed with the caress of the sun and the summit of Mount Fuji, and her dark eyes drank him down like the back of the sunrise. She wore some little red scrubs lined with even richer red lace: her fingerless leather gloves made him think of something that he wasn’t all too familiar with.

She said something to him which beckoned a furrowing of his eyebrows to her.

“I’m sorry, I’m American,” he told her as his face grew warm with embarrassment.

She reached up and nudged his hair off his shoulder.

“So… very—kawaii.”

“Kawaii?” he echoed her, all while the corner of his mouth curled up to form a little smirk for her. She reached up and pushed a stray black ringlet over his ear, and then she fanned herself with that hand.

“Sekushī,” she remarked, and he raised his eyebrows at her.

“I don’t know much Japanese but I think I can figure out what that means,” he quipped to her, and he flashed her a wink. She giggled again, and that time, she brought a hand to her mouth. With her other hand, she caressed the top of his sleeve with nothing more than her exposed fingertips.

“Leather,” he whispered to her, to which she giggled at him again. “It’s really… sekushī when in the right context.” She showed him her gloves, to which he nodded at her.

“Nice dark red leather to go with my black,” he remarked. She clapped her hands right then, and the blinds drew over the windows behind him. She directed him to the one ground-level tub right behind them, the one with the rich royal blue floor and the still waters within.

“I wash?” she offered him with a gesture over to the pool, and he wondered as to what this place was, especially with the blinds pulled over the windows.

“Oh, yes, I would love to be scrubbed clean,” he told her in a low voice. “I’m a dirty American boy, after all.” He clasped onto the lapels of his jacket, and he tugged it off of him. She took the coat and draped it over the back of a chair closest to them. It was rather odd undressing in front of a girl, especially a girl whom he had just met and especially since he had never really done it before, either. He shivered as he kicked off his shoes and then dropped his pants down around his ankles and feet, and more so when he stripped off his shirt: it somewhat baffled him given it wasn’t very cold in that room, but he still could not ignore the feelings within his body.

“Short—too—” she advised him.

“You want me to take off my underwear, too?” he asked her with a sly grin on his face. He stuck his thumbs into the 

One foot into the water before him, followed by the next one. He followed the steps down to the very bottom of the short pool filled with warm, aromatic water.

“The water is absolutely perfect,” he told her, and stray strands of his long black curls drifted off from his shoulders onto the surface of the water before him to where he resembled a merman who had emerged from under the water. Before he could even so much as lean forward to settle into the one nook of the pool big enough for his ass, she dipped her hands into the water on either side of him and rubbed it all over his shoulders. The water trickled down over his collar bones and bare nipples with the kiss of life and death. The spicy smell of her perfume was utterly intoxicating, and for a brief moment, he had forgotten all about Samantha.

When her fingers spread over his collar bones, and more water thus trickled down the front of his chest which in turn made him lean back against the wall of the pool, he parted his lips and let out a low whistle.

“Feels good?” she asked him as she picked out a sponge from the right side of the pool right next to him.

“It does,” he replied. “Feels really good on my back, especially.” He gestured to the crest of his shoulder as she gently scrubbed down his smooth skin with some soap that smelled of dried tea leaves with one hand: with her other hand, she dropped something bright green into the water before him for some suds in the thick of the warm water.

“Ooh, what is that?” he asked her as he moved his hands about in the water to help with the suds. “It smells divine, like green tea.”

“Shōga,” she replied. “Uh… ginger.”

“Oh, ginger! That fused with green tea. It smells absolutely delicious.”

She pressed the bar of soap onto the canvas part of the sponge and rubbed it on the crest of his shoulder. She leaned him forward and moved the sponge in circles around his back.

“Oh, my god, that feels so good,” he confessed to her, and he brought his face closer to the increasing pile of suds before him. His hair dangled forward into the warm waters and the soap suds, and yet he was more than willing to be in that water forever. Such light aromas in the tea bath bomb as well as the woody feeling of the soap in the sponge, and he didn’t want to leave right then. Indeed, there was a part of him that wanted to sink down into the waters around him with his eyes closed to relish in everything. She moved his head closer to her so she could wash his chest and his neck: he sank further down the inside of the wall towards the base of the pool so he could somewhat submerge himself in there. He closed his eyes and let the water surround his head, and then he rose up from under the surface so she could give him a good washing of his neck and shoulders.

“Utsukushī kubi,” she whispered to him, and her voice almost glided over his skin like the kiss of a breeze. She picked up some more water with the sponge and she rubbed it over his chest. She then brought it under the water’s surface to the top of his belly, which in turn tickled a bit.

“Ooh, yeah—that’s the spot right there,” he said with a smirk and a chuckle. “So good, so good.”

He could feel her body moving in closer to his back: her warm soft breasts pressed against his shoulder blades and the top of his spine. He licked his lips at the feeling of the water down the middle of his back and all around his chest and his upper arms. His hair clung onto his chest and his collar bones; he never knew that being drenched and washed clean could be so arousing but he could feel something between his thighs. Something that made him twitch ever so slightly, and he hoped that she would reach down into the water for a swipe.

She kissed him on the side of the neck, and before he could do anything else, she kissed him on the rim of his ear as well. He shivered and let out a low whistle from the feeling of her lips. Her hand found its way under the water’s surface once again, down onto his belly.

“Lower—” he begged her in a broken voice. “Go lower—please—”

She reached down below the surface of the water, still with the sponge in hand, until she lost her balance and tumbled forth into the water before him, head first. With the soap suds in the way, as far as he knew, she had taken a tumble and banged her head on the rim of the pool. He held back so she could return to the surface before him: she gasped for air as she clasped onto his shoulders. Meanwhile, the sponge floated upon the water next to them, still lightly covered in a few little soap suds.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” He nudged her hair out from her eyes so he could look into her own.

But she laughed instead, and she pressed her lips onto his own as the water streamed down her face and onto her shoulders. He knew that she had hit her head but he was too enthralled by the sight of her before him, this little woman who barely spoke a word of English and the way that she touched him with the water all around them as their makeshift bed. She pointed down to the water’s surface and pinched her nose with her other hand.

“Want me to go under?” he asked her, to which she nodded. He took in a big breath of air before he held it, and then he bowed under the water’s surface. He kept his eyes closed as she did the same, and she pressed her hand onto his face and the side of his neck. Despite the soap embedded in the water around them, he could feel and taste her on his lips.

Her fingers trickled down his body to the space between his legs, right to the full length of his dick which firmed up from the feeling. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and she gave him a hearty tug. He strove not to gasp lest he lose his breath under the soapy water’s surface, but she tugged on him again and that time, he jerked his head up towards the surface for some air. She tugged on him again, and that time she slipped the tip of her finger into that small hole of his head. It tickled him so much that he burst into a fit of hearty laughter.

He steadied himself against the edge of the pool so she could better grope him with both hands. He gasped and yelped out from the delicate feeling of her fingers on his shaft and right inside of the head. He held onto the edge of the pool with both hands and breathed harder with the rich feeling of euphoria within him. He let his tongue hang out from his mouth like a dog, the dirty dog he was and was born to be.

The warm water and the soft-smelling soap only added to the feeling: if anything, it just made the feeling within him well up even more. He slid down the wall of the pool right as she surfaced from under the water with his dick in both hands: his body lay flat before her, all for her. With one hand, she reached forward and raked her fingers down his chest and his belly. He gasped, and his head nearly sank under the water again: he caught himself and coughed and chuckled from the feeling.

She did it again, and that time, a small translucent bead of precum emerged from the head.

She then ran her fingertips over the top of his thigh, and she lowered her head towards his hips. The way she lingered over him made him think of a mermaid, a girl of the sea taking him under for her own pleasure.

He closed his eyes and he let her put her mouth around his head, followed by his shaft.

Her pleasure with his own, just so neither of them were alone for the time being.

“Alex!”

To hear Chuck's voice right then shattered the glass of his memory, and he opened his eyes and shook his head about.

“Hm? What?” He raised his dark eyebrows at him, to which Eric brought a hand to his mouth and giggled like a schoolgirl or rather, like the woman in the bathhouse. Bashful, Alex bowed his head a bit and shifted his weight in the chair.

“I asked if you wanted a beer or not,” Chuck repeated, and that time with a bit of laughter as well.

“I do,” he said with a clearing of his throat. Eric’s lips quivered as he tried to keep the laughter down but it was useless, however. He and Chuck erupted into a rouse of hearty laughter.

“It's not that funny!” Alex insisted.

[sunshineandcheer]

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 ! 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃 𝙖𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩 !

// This is a roleplay account! Any message or piece of text not marked with the two slashes shown above is in-character, and is completely fictitious.

This pinned post will inform you a bit about the character, some unique circumstances regarding him, things you should be aware of when interacting, and the person who writes him! I sincerely hope you enjoy it. :)

THE CHARACTER HIMSELF.

Liam Sunshine was an OC created on a Multifandom RP server about a year ago. He started as a character that I would rarely think about, and grew to be my #1 original muse. Friends of mine interlocked their character's lore with his, so you'll probably hear vague references to it in RP. He's set in the SCP 'verse, inspired by the title of a Will Wood song, with slight influence from the game We Happy Few. However, he is his own character, and he stretches far beyond just that!

With the "backstory" set aside, I invite you to look at his 4.3k word DOCUMENT, that entails everything about the character - from personality, to backstory, to strengths and weaknesses. That can be found at the bottom of the post! PLEASE mind the TWs/CWs at the top of the doc, they are serious and important, and I just want everyone who reads it to be safe!

There's one important character missing from the backstory, but they'll be mentioned in RP and, one day, added to the doc! Keep an eye out. 👁

One final thing, before we move on;

I (the writer) am an indie dev. I hold this character very, very close to my heart, and he, the mystery character, and his story are going to be turned into a full fledged RPG/VN in the coming years. It's going to take a lot of work! ^^;

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I'd also like to keep most things about the game under wraps for the moment, so do note that when asked, I can only answer questions vaguely.

THE WRITER.

The writer of this account is a MINOR. (Which is to say; do not attempt to initiate NSFW with the author or his character.)

I'm a huge nerd, and a lover of writing, podcasts, and video games. I really love the opportunity of getting to share this MASSIVE piece of my writing with you guys!

I also am on the Autism spectrum, so please be patient if I (or Liam) doesn't understand something the first time. When speaking OOC, tone tags are greatly appreciated! /g

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The list of TWs/CWs is as follows;

Death, overdose, violence and gore (commonly associated with SCP), self-harm, suicide, forced suicide, mind-altering medication, mutilation/body horror, heavy discussion of manipulation and toxic relationships, religious trauma, hallucinations, and spiking.

That'll do it! I hope you enjoy learning about this little guy and interacting with him. Thank you for reading all this; and stay cheerful!

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(There's the aforementioned doc, by the way!)

[dvarapala]

pictured above: udyati, watching me think about her in relation to the tua characters.

i always love thinking about udyati in relation to the umbrella academy characters because she feels so at ease in the tua-verse despite the fact that it's all falling apart.

she took to klaus (@theseancekid) so fast. there's a reason she called him uncle klaus from the get go. he gets her. he gets her in a way few others do. she can ramble and mumble and mutter and he follows that stream of consciousness all the way down, from the start to the end. she likes hanging out with him. likes talking to him. he's warm hearted and funny and witty and fashionable. she's just glad to exist at the same time as him, honestly. to her, he's also one of the smartest people she knows. he's no super genius like five but there are more than one ways to be smart. i think she would not be afraid to be vulnerable with him. she knows she can talk to him about anything. about liking boys. about liking girls. about liking people. about lost loves and loves gained. about life and death. about the dead. about carrying them around with you. inside you. about the relationship with her mom - tempestuous but filled with love either way. about the expectations that parents have of you and how they can bear down upon you like a hand on your back. like a brand. like a curse. because if there's anyone who understands all of this and so much more, it's klaus.

upon first glance, she and five (@tempportal) are so different. she's sunshine, he's midnight rain. she looks older than he is, but he is older than she is even if he doesn't look like it. he's the smartest person in any room, anywhere. she relies more on brawn (fighting techniques) than brain. he's her best friend and grandfather figure rolled into one. and if she's ever in trouble, he's the first person she calls. if she needs help with her homework, he's also the first person she calls. what the handler did to him reminds me very much of what dhumorna did to her.

i like to think that she'd call diego 'uncle diego' too. that is, if he allows that. if not, then it's just diego and that's fine too. i like to think he'd be the fun uncle. or an older brother figure. that's the vibe i get from those two. he's a knife thrower; she loves knives. five would probably keel over from the stress and the shenanigans those two would get up to but in my head and in my heart, i know she would love diego so fiercely. not just because of their shared interests in knives and daggers and such but also because i think she and diego are similar in a way. not just because they're both people of color in a very white environment but also because i feel like academics have never been either of their things despite having been educated (by mr. hargreeves and having gone to college, respectively).

in my head, udyati would call allison 'miss allison' out of respect but udyati calling allison 'aunt allison' after a certain point is also very cute. much like diego, allison understands what it's like to be a person of color in a predominant white environment. much like allison, udyati's powers - if applied that way - could 'rumor' people as well: her strings and threads can turn people into puppets and she can get into their heads, if she connects a string to their temples and to her own. lila rumored allison and udyati has been a puppet for nine years so they'd have something in common there, too. aside from their powers, they have both lost a lover as well.

i think i stated somewhere that udyati can technically see ghosts but i don't quite know what happened to that piece of canon. anyway, i feel like she would be very curious about ben.

viktor would have to deal with udyati asking ten thousand questions about playing an instrument and how do you know to read the notes without throwing the sheet music across the room?! aside from that, udyati and viktor both have the capabilities to destroy. not just people, but the planet(s). and i think they could bond about a lot of things.

in my head, i can definitely see udyati sit down next to luthor and ask him about the moon. i can definitely see her ask him about his hobby's and the stuff he likes to do - i can see luthor as a writer. and udyati likes to write too.

lila is british and udyati is dutch; they're both europeans in america. they're both indian. they've both survived impossible things. the handler and lila's relationship kinda mirrors udyati and dhumorna's.

ps i also can see udyati sit with grace in the portrait gallery. or help her out in the kitchen.

[asterigos]

𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇. 𝟐𝟗. 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐄𝐒𝐓.

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

If romance isn’t specified then the plot doesn’t have to include it. The gender-pairings listed are only applicable when it comes to romantic connections, but irrelevant otherwise.

My muse for my guys is fickle which is why there are few to no plots listed for them. If you're interested in any of my guys let me know and we can create a plot together!

ALEXIS CAINE. 37. Medical examiner (mildly corrupt). F/F.

M.E./“Client”; changes the evidence to push a case into her favor for the sake of your character who is either being wrongly charged/suspected (e.g. being framed) or is on a track for receiving a harsh punishment for something that wasn’t their fault or an accident.

Coworkers-ish; she’s convinced to work with a private detective and help them with a case. Maybe the P.I. discovered what she does: tampering with evidence if she deems the case being unfair against the suspect, whom she will meet with first prior to agreeing to work together. They could’ve baited her into meeting.

Friends to lovers; your character could be the lawyer she works with on the cases which she’s altered the evidence or someone she works with (lab tech, detective, etc.). Basically sunshine/grump dynamics.

ALIZEH ROSHAN. 37. Personal assistant (aspiring chief of law). F/F.

Boss/P.A.; she’ll try to leave as soon as things heat up.

Exes/Past affair; in a chose of the relationship or her career Alizeh would pick her career. This could’ve been why things ended or not or one of many reasons.

Rivals to lovers; coworkers, working for rival companies, or your character could be CEO of a startup that’s rivaling Alizeh’s boss’ company, etc.

CAMILLA ZHU. 58. Spy / Hitman for a criminal organization. F/F.

Hitman, Spy/Target (can be a criminal, wealthy/prominent public figure, or regular civilian)

Mentor/Protégé

Rivals; whether they work with the same organization or they work on opposing sides.

Defective agent; someone who gets her to betray her organization and either work for a rivaling organization or partner up with your character and they work independently.

Betrayal (ex-friends, lovers, or something in between); current or former partners where one betrayed the other.

Enemies to friends/lovers; forced to work together for a mission, but start out hating one another.

Forced proximity; forced partnership for a mission leads to forced proximity (sharing a room/only one bed, hiding in lots of cramped spaces that puts them physically close, etc.); this can go with any of the above ideas.

ESPERANZA CORONA. 43. Councilperson. F/F, M/F.

Exes; from before she became a councilperson.

Target/Hitman; someone is targeting her for a shot at her seat.

Rivals; a rivaling politician or up and coming politician.

EVA HAWTHORNE. 47. Socialite / Artist (anonymous). F/F.

Crime; can be pulled into crime unwittingly as an art forger.

Boss’s wife/Personal Assistant; Eva is gay but very lowkey, almost secretive, about it due to being married to a prominent man for the sake of her family. This could be a legal age gap, but no one under 35.

INGRID SALINAS. 42. Head of herpetology at a museum. F/F, F/M.

Spouses; with a rocky relationship. She doesn’t know how to fix things so she focuses more on work yet at the same time fears the relationship’s ending in the same poor way her parents’ marriage did.

Chloe; something inspired by the movie about a married woman hiring someone (but doesn’t have to be an escort in our plot, they could be a PI) to find out information on her spouse.

JAIMIE KING. 31. Black Market Dealer / Hunter (post-apocalyptic setting). F/F, F/M.

Ex-best friends; someone she abandoned or betrayed to save herself.

KALANI ENNIS. 38. Hitman / Criminal informant. F/F.

Lawful/Lawless; Kalani, seeking to try and turn her life around, starts working as an informant to help your character chase down other criminals.

Hitman/Target; The target she can’t bring herself to kill.

MARCELLA ESPADA-SHIRAZI. ~300 / 40. Vampire (can be written in a non-supernatural setting as a human). Hitman. F/F.

Almost lovers

Hitman/Target

Hitman/Hitman

Ex-friend, partner, etc.; Someone who knew her in the past as a lawyer before she became the wrathful, hollow version of herself that she is now.

Platonic or Romantic anything; Someone to teach her how to let go of her grief and channel her rage into something constructive.

REGAN SLOANE. 32. Bodyguard. F/F.

Hired for a heist; but she ends up getting close to your character who could either be a team member for the heist or the target.

Bodyguard/Client; your character could be a criminal, someone of importance, etc. that Regan has to protect.

RILEY THORTON. 35. Hitman. F/F, F/M.

Past gang member; someone who was apart of the gang she brought to ruin. They could be someone who had a high position (not the leader, as they’re deceased) and want revenge for some reason.

Investigator/Hitman; Someone who’s onto Riley, but doesn’t yet have solid enough evidence that she’s behind the gang’s collapse and this could be their big break if they can crack the story open. In this scenario Riley would work as a bartender as a cover job.

Clients; someone who’s hired her past or present and starts to be a repeat client for some reason and use this opportunity to get to know her.

Hitman vs. Hitman; someone who’s been hired to target Riley for something she did to the client that crossed them enough to want her gone.

SEVERIN VOLKE. Ancient; appears 38. Angel. Hitman / Various crime. F/F, *F/M (*for a casual relationship)

Guardian angel/Charge; Severin is a terrible angel and was exiled from Heaven for their violence and disobedience. In the process of turning into a fallen angel. They could protect your character for selfish reasons, but end up coming to their rescue (or to be a nuisance) on multiple occasions.

Guardian demon/Charge; similar to the above except Severin has nearly finished the transition from fallen angel to demon. Though they’ve embraced their chaotic nature there’s still a small part of them that’s good and that part is what leads them to protect your character.

VASCO RIVAS. 30. Thief. M/M, M/F. Original verse is historical, but can be switched into another with ease.

Thief/Target (royalty, noble, commoner)

Forbidden relationship; gap in social status

VALDIS ALMAZAN SOLVEIG. 41. Werewolf. Homicide detective / Bodyguard. F/F.

Bodyguard (maybe hitman)/Client; bonus if the client is a prominent criminal, preferably one who isn’t totally cold-hearted. Valdis could come to work as a hitman or bodyguard for your character if she comes to respect them enough.

Detective/Relative or friend of victim

Detective/Lawyer

VALERIA AGUILAR. 50. Hitman. F/F. Note: she’s immortal, but doesn’t think there’s anyone else out in the world who is as well.

Another immortal person

Scientist/Subject; someone trying to capture her in order to analyze her genetic makeup and biological structure to figure out how she’s immortal, how the accelerated healing processes work, the limits of her immortality/healing, and/or how to weaponize it, etc.

Liberation; she’s captured in a science lab, being used as a test subject but your character chooses to secretly try and help her escape despite this also putting your character in danger.

Hitman/Target, Hitman, or Client

Enemies or friends with benefits to lovers

YANMEI YIN. 53. Editor-in-chief at EXPOSÉ. F/F, F/M. Can also be written further back in her lifetime when she still worked as a police detective pre- or post-coverup scandal before quitting to pursue journalism.

Target/Hunter; someone related to a person who’s had their wrongdoings exposed by Yanmei and either are going after her themselves or your character is someone who’s been hired by someone to go after Yanmei. Doesn’t necessarily have to be a hitman!

Informant; the one Yanmei goes to for advice repeatedly. She knows they don’t work exclusively for her so she’s careful around them. The price asked of her could become more dangerous and not just about money.

Ex-spouses; Yanmei was married once, though it fell apart for a variety of reasons, but in part because of her unyielding personality although she’d have been gentler in a relationship. But still stubborn and blunt with her opinions. They’re always chasing stories too.

[kamreadsandrecs]

Title: The Mark of the Midnight Manzanilla (Pink Carnation #11) Author: Lauren Willig Genre/s: romance, historical, Regency romance Content/Trigger Warning/s: period-accurate misogyny, death of parents (offpage, in a character’s past) Summary (from publisher’s website): In October of 1806, the Little Season is in full swing, and Sally Fitzhugh has had enough of the endless parties and balls. With a rampant vampire craze sparked by the novel The Convent of Orsino, it seems no one can speak of anything else. But when Sally hears a rumor that the reclusive Duke of Belliston is an actual vampire, she cannot resist the challenge of proving such nonsense false. At a ball in Belliston Square, she ventures across the gardens and encounters the mysterious Duke. Lucien, Duke of Belliston, is well versed in the trouble gossip can bring. He’s returned home to dispel the rumors of scandal surrounding his parents’ deaths, which hint at everything from treason to dark sorcery. While he searches for the truth, he welcomes his fearsome reputation—until a woman is found dead in Richmond. Her blood drained from her throat. Lucien and Sally join forces to stop the so-called vampire from killing again. Someone managed to get away with killing the last Duke of Belliston. But they won’t kill this duke—not if Sally has anything to say about it. Buy Here (publisher’s website): https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/311696/the-mark-of-the-midnight-manzanilla-by-lauren-willig/ Spoiler-Free Review: This...is a bit of an odd duck of a book, series-wise. It happens after Book 10 (Purple Plumeria), which had something incredible happen in it, and the consequences of which OUGHT to have been handled in the book immediately following it. But no: we get this book, which goes on a tangent largely unrelated to the momentous events in Purple Plumeria. I don’t know if it was the author’s decision to do this, but I highly suspect that it was the publisher’s decision, so the entire series could be finished with a round twelve books, as opposed to an awkward eleven. But putting aside that one little irritation (and it IS just little, in the grand scheme of things), there’s another thing about this book that kind of bothers me that I hadn’t really noticed when I first read this book: the unknowns regarding Lucien’s mother, specifically if she was mixed race. It’s easy to assume that she’s white because she’s described as pale, but she’s also described as having dark hair and very dark eyes, which is a color combination that white people can certainly have, but to my mind, hints that she could have been mixed race but white passing. If this was the case, I wish it had been made clearer if she was in fact mixed race, especially because she’s described as having abolitionist leanings and may have been involved in supporting the slave uprisings in Martinique. It would be even more impactful for Lucien’s characterization, because he’s described as having inherited his mother’s coloring (pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes), and it would have been fantastic to have an outright mixed race male lead in this novel. (Honestly I suspect the author of trying to dodge around the thorny history of slavery and colonization that occurred in the Caribbean and of course in North America, given that she herself is a white person and is writing about white people. That’s just me though, and not necessarily something the author should be condemned for. Something to look at them askance for, maybe, since they also kind of did this in Blood Lily, dodging around European and specifically British colonization of India.) With that being said: the actual story isn’t half-bad! I’m not much into the language of tropes, but I think this would be considered a Grumpy-Sunshine romance? Certainly feels that way, given that Lucien’s all dark and broody and Sally is the most aggressive ball of sunshine to have ever existed in this series. Actually there’s not much else I could possibly say about the romance, really: it’s pretty entertaining, and ends much as one might expect it to. Not sure what else can be said. Oh, another thing I took away from this: how the most popular books of any given period - the ones people think are going to be surefire classics - can potentially descend into obscurity as time goes by, their early status as “classics” dissolving into so much dust as they disappear into the murk of time. Even though The Convent of Orsino is a fictional book, its disappearance from literary history as time went on is something that happens all the time - and will likely happen again. While in some ways this is kind of sad, I find this rather heartening, given the reputation of a certain series about a boy wizard. Anyway: I’M IN THE HOME STRETCH BAYBEE! After this book it won’t be a reread anymore, but a first time read of the final novel of the series. I can finally put this series to bed for good and move on to something else - which...I’m going to have to decide pretty soon. Rating: four manzanilla flowers

[salvenged]

˗˗ ˚ · 👁️‍🗨️ [ 𝑿𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑿 ; ]  ... ( 𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘈𝘜 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘚. )

xerox felt lied to after finding out just who and what they were. they felt used by old man consequences, and by fredbear. as a result they took all their anger out on them and others -- innocents. 

they were then consequently thrown to the void to decay and fade. however, they heard the call of something more. something else. beyond the void they found a means of communicating with someone who wanted to discover more about the afterlife. they were happy to provide as long as they helped them out of the void.

this lead to xerox guiding henry via radios and tvs they could manipulate, assisting him and feeding him valuable information about how souls and the afterlife work as a whole. eventually, it came time for his thesis and with assistance he was able to produce a spirit. and quite a powerful one. one driven by spite. xerox.

of course, xerox made an oath to lie and act as though they were an unknown spirit. as they did not want to risk henry losing what he’d rightfully earned. from there it was all downhill. 

perhaps for a short time, life got better. the work they did together was revolutionary. though it was always clear henry was the one driving the mission, with xerox at his side whispering and chattering or lurching to the defense.

though as time passed, stagnations and stratification became far worse. the world begins to decay upon itself with xerox and henry at the top of the pile.

hawaii is lost to pollution, but that’s okay because xerox managed to save a portion of some privatized island for henry to relax at when he wants to. they do know how he loves his sunshine and beach shirts. and they love a good margarita every now and then.

all that aside, there are some differences between main verse xerox as a result of this path :

- their ichor has changed, fueled by spite and because their physical body is still alive ( or was rather ) it shifted their dark remnant into something more toxic, vile.

- while main verse xerox attempts to seem less scary and has less of a hold on their abilities as a result of not using them much. this xerox knows well what they’re capable of and always seeks to push their abilities further. they also make themselves more intimidating in front of everyone except one person ... said person being doctor miller of course. not because they care, but because they respect him and don’t what him to take it as a threat.

- they remember their own voice and thereby can attempt to use it, it’s still garbled and mixed with their distorted voice but they can do it. however, they don’t LIKE using it. they think it makes them sound human. weak. and it’s also incredibly vulnerable and way too intimate to use for anyone for their tastes. yuck.

- they’re quite used to how the partnership goes. they don’t get blood on doctor miller and they assist him in his endeavors in managing those who seek out his services. he is one of the most important people in the world. they are, however, a bit overprotective. they don’t take kindly to people who don’t have appointments, nor those who seek to waste the good doctor’s time.

- they prefer to keep dr. miller at the distance they’ve both afforded each other. it’s comfortable. it’s safe. there’s no talk of any moments of weakness either have after it’s hashed out. just the way xerox likes it.

- they don’t know about timelines like main verse xerox does. which is a good thing, because if henry turned his sights to showing the multiverse the joy of creation, they would most certainly and overly enthusiastically be at his side to take on the world and spread the message.

- they grow INCREDIBLY bored with life at the top. it’s just not as fun as it was when they were taking the world by storm, causing problems. being an ENFORCER like they enjoy to be. they want something else to chew on.

- should their Earth become uninhabitable, they would without hesitation take dr. miller back to the void to shelter him from it while they sought out another world.

- kindness is met with aggression, they do not trust in it and it freaks them out. of course, being frightened by kindness is no look for the good doctor’s head enforcer and guard dog. and anger is always a more comfortable alternative.

- all that being said, they haven’t told dr. miller everything. some things they’ve done behind his back. things that don’t concern him. things that do concern their previous life. things they have decided he doesn’t need to know.

- studying them or going through their info is off the table. xerox minds their step with allowing the doctor privacy, they expect the same treatment. they’re fine with answering some questions but to be known in any capacity is to give someone the right to kill you and they are quite done playing the fool -- unlike their main verse counterpart.

- the world is unfair. they have learned that the hard way. the world wants to be unfair? fine. they can play the game too, and they don’t intend to lose twice. no more being prey for them. they’re the hunter and they’re more than pleased with being the top dog.

one thing that hasn’t changed though is their taste in music! it’s the one thing they’re at least semi-normal about !

[ccaptain]

@vohunara: 👫 ( meme source. )

CHILDE; FATUIVERSE

   i. Kaeya would reel in admitting it, but he trusts Childe. and it's a dangerous thing to think, because trust and a better environment makes him dangerously close to something like Stockholm syndrome. he'll be able to admit it once Childe visits him in Mondstadt for real.

   ii. the cheek kiss that Childe often receives from Kaeya is both to manipulate a little in a sweet way as a conditioning, and both because he thinks the Harbinger has a very kissable face. the freckles compel him... and leave it to Kaeya to literally flirt with danger. in his defense- the danger is CUTE, has ginger hair and a bright smile, and pinned him to the wall already. it's free real estate-

   iii. once Kaeya will be able to take his first hot bath in a month, he'll become way more agreeable of a person. it'll fundamentally mellow his manipulative ass to dip in boiling water, like a lobster.

   iv. if Childe is able to spot it, there's often relief when he pops out of nowhere near Kaeya. 

CHILDE; STANDARD VERSE

   i. the fact that Childe fundamentally ( and unconsciously ) trained Kaeya into liking physical affection... it must come from Childe and Childe only, in order for him not to stiffen. the simple thing that he turned this withdrawn man into a cuddlebug around him.......... chef kiss.

   ii. could Kaeya realistically get down to cooking and improve to not burn things? yea! will he actually do it? nah. he likes when Childe corrects his mistakes in the kitchen so they have to spend longer on the dish. he's so manipulative ♥

   iii. remember that giant NSFW thread that got around 70+ notes that was our first thread on Tunglr? sometimes i still think about how desperate and soft Kaeya got when Childe removed his eyepatch and called him gorgeous. i cry a little bit remembering it. i'm a normal person-

   iv. we already discussed about this but i'm such a SLUT for the fact that Kaeya went to have an apartment all for himself to have all of his appliances shared with Childe??? they went and BOUGHT FURNITURE. half of the clothes in the closet belong to Childe... he has a toothbrush in Kaeya's bathroom... he has his own slippers near the bed... there's just so much of him in Kaeya's apartment, so much so that it became their home and that's how Kaeya calls it. i'm a little soft domestic whore...........

KAVEH

   i. i have a feel that Kaeya would try to outdrink him purely for fun, and then feel guilt as Kaveh gets absolutely mopey and shitfaced. he'd so carry the poor dude to his apartment to let him rest and give him one of Albedo's anti-hangover potions........ oops........

   ii. connecting to this, i hope that Kaveh enjoys a slighty burnt breakfast when he wakes up! if he consumes any, he's tied to Kaeya for life. it's like a binding contract and, aside from the slighty burnt taste, it's all very yummy fruit that Kaeya cuts for him.

   iii. laughing as we intertwine our Haikaveh and Chaeya: Al-Haitham coming to spoon Kaveh away from Kaeya's apartment after him not coming back to their hotel for the night with Childe peeking and waving from behind Al-Haitham like this grumpy dude is my friend now! hi babe! :D

   iv. Kaveh just wanting Kaeya to be happy in a relationship with an Harbinger ALWAYS sends me. if his friend is happy he's happy!!!!!!!!!! he cares about Kaeya so much!!!!!!!!! and Childe is actually kinda cute and polite and a sunshine!!!!!!!!!! look at how happy he makes Kaeya.................... sobs.....

[demandra]

You seem so, so sincere

Spittin’ lies all up in my ear

Thinkin’ I don’t know the score

You can mess with her

But I want more

Follow-up to this post, because it was fun to make and I wanted to do the side-by-side thing again with Cass as Jessica :) 

Although I’m a bit iffy about my song choice. It IS from the StarStruck soundtrack, and it sounds like it’s from Jessica’s perspective, and lyrically it’s fine, but the backing track sounds like music you’d hear in a meme (especially at the start of the song) ahdsjhfjhjds.

[wolf-and-bard]

Knowing Where My Glasses Went

-geraskier, ~950 words, rated T

Thank you @jaskierswolf for the idea for this!✨

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When the door slams shut hard, Geralt looks up from his tablet. He is currently a hundred pages into proof-reading Jaskier’s newest manuscript, a romance novel his husband wants to publish under his penname Dandelion, and Roach is a golden pile of fur on his lap. A glance at the clock tells him it’s past three, not an irregular occurrence in Jaskier’s line of work, but Geralt worries nonetheless. And he always stays up, waiting for him to get home from whatever gig he’s been playing, no matter the time.

Jaskier stumbles down the hallway, past their living room without so much as a glance at Geralt.

“Jaskier?” Geralt calls out, turning off the tablet and putting aside the pen he’s been marking the novel up with – a thirst-fest of hard-packed muscle and glistening skin, tailored to the tastes of Dandelion’s masses of fans. Geralt tries to be constructive, but he gets distracted so easily. “Come now, girl, get down.” He gently nudges Roach and she glares at him, jumps down when he adds ‘pretty please’.

Geralt crosses the length of their living room, bare-footed and in nothing but sweatpants, the way he is most comfortable and Jaskier likes to be greeted. Usually that is. He pops his head through the door frame, just about seeing as Jaskier emerges from their bedroom with a fresh towel and one of Geralt’s shirts. A worn one. Geralt smiles, heart warming at the sight.

“How’d your show go, love?” he asks and Jaskier glances up at him, one hand on the bathroom door handle. His hair is mussed and his glasses hang askew on his nose which is reddened and runny.

“Shower first,” he mutters. “Talk later.” And disappears into the bathroom.

Which is worrying. Usually, Jaskier likes to hop onto Geralt’s lap when he comes home, likes to snuggle up to Geralt and tell him all about his gig. Then he has a shower while Geralt makes him a hot chocolate and they go to bed, Roach already sleep-drooling onto their comforter.

“Fuck,” Geralt says and debates whether to go after his husband. He glances back into the living room at Roach who glares reproachfully at him. “You’re right, you’re right.”

Geralt approaches the bathroom door and gives a slight knock. From inside, he can hear the shower going and steam’s already curling underneath the door. He can also hear Jaskier making some stifled noises. He doesn’t reply to Geralt’s knock though and Geralt sighs.

His shoulders sag as another sob sounds over the hiss of the water, and he slips out of his sweatpants and through the bathroom door, drawing it shut behind himself.

“Jask?”

“Go away.”

Which is how Geralt knows he shouldn’t leave Jaskier alone at all. He pulls back their daisy-patterned shower curtain and steps into the tub where Jaskier’s standing in the spray, motionless. His arms hang limply at his sides and his glasses are still crooked on his nose, fogged up and speckled with water. Underneath, his tears are made invisible.

“Jask,” Geralt says, biting down on his smile. He draws the curtain shut again and reaches out to tug at Jaskier’s glasses, then deposits them with their shampoo bottles. Jaskier’s eyes widen and Geralt melts inside. The poor thing didn’t even realize.  “C’mere,” Geralt opens his arms wide for Jaskier to fall into.

“I’m such a mess,” Jaskier wails, hiccupping because he has to laugh and cry at the same time and he buries his face against Geralt’s neck, clawing at Geralt’s biceps.

“You’re my mess.” Geralt buries his nose in Jaskier’s sodden hair. It smells of smoke and sweat. “Bad crowd?”

“No, they were fine,” Jaskier says, kissing Geralt’s collarbone. It’s something he does to ground himself and to help with that, Geralt starts rubbing slow circles over Jaskier’s shoulder blades.

“Hmmm.” It’s an open-ended hum. Either Jaskier wants to talk about it or he doesn’t, Geralt knows to respect that. He kisses the top of Jaskier’s head and draws him even tighter and hopes to be the steady anchor Jaskier needs right now. Gradually, Jaskier’s mangled hiccups subside and he sighs softly.

“I wanted to play a new song,” Jaskier whispers. His grip on Geralt’s arms has loosened and he wraps his own around Geralt’s neck, drawing himself up.

That’s right, Geralt thinks, filled to the brim with pride and love and adoration for his husband. Use me for purchase, stand tall again.

“But I bailed. I wasn’t sure how it had come out and I fucking bailed. I’m so disappointed in myself.”

“You wanna sing it now?” Geralt asks, grinning as Jaskier pulls back a little to bump their noses together. His azure eyes are shot through with red, but a spot of sunshine has returned to them. He’s beautiful and messy and he’s Geralt’s. Geralt still can’t believe that on some days. “Sing it just for me?”

“My favourite audience,” Jaskier laughs. He looks at Geralt, nuzzles his cheek as he starts to hum softly under his breath, then gains confidence. The first verse is a little shaky as a few leftover sobs loosen in his chest. The second one comes out a little flat, the third is all Jaskier. Bursting with emotion and confidence and wit. He’s so witty, his husband, in a way Geralt could never be. By the time the refrain starts, Geralt’s kissing the words off Jaskier’s lips and he has to revert to humming once more. Geralt will listen to the rest of the lyrics later, right now he needs to show Jaskier how fucking much he loves him.

“Thank you,” Jaskier breathes when they part. “I needed this.”

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Kim Seokjin

Series

➮ ☘ JinHit Entertainment / ღ - ✩ - ❃

(family friends to genuine friends to lovers, arranged marriage, CEO! Seokjin)

❝ Kim Seokjin, the CEO of JinHit Entertainment and the son of the infamous businessman Kim Jinwoo and model Kang Serin, is a family friend of sorts. Though you don't know him that well despite seeing him at various family events through the years, it was safe to say your families were... well, as close as rich families could be. The idea of an arranged marriage was your parents' idea, but when seemingly everyone around you echoes their thoughts - restore reputation and the family names, as well as merge a business or two - will you find love and freedom, or be trapped in a living nightmare with the one person you'd always wanted to run away from it all with?❞

Min Yoongi

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Jung Hose

Series

➮ ☘ Of Blush Descent / ღ - ✩ - ❃

(friends to lovers, father! Hoseok, slow burn, lots of mutual pining, non-idol! Hoseok)

❝You meet Jung Hoseok in a very random way - rather, you meet his daughter. Of course you know him - the infamous Jung Hoseok, one of the most famous rappers and dancers of the Korean entertainment industry. Even if you weren't a fan, or well-versed on "what the kids are into" - you've heard of him.

Finding yourself now caught in the world of Jung Hoseok, you're left to juggle your career, budding relationship with his daughter who has taken a liking to you, as well as your maybe-there-maybe-not intrusive feelings and thoughts regarding the one and only Hoseok. Too much sunshine, and you get burned. The question really remains - do you want to?❞

Kim Namjoon

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➮ ☘ Chronicles of an IDOL / ღ - ✩ - ❃

(idol fic, coworkers to friends to lovers, age gap, idol! Namjoon)

❝You've admired Kim Namjoon for a variety of reasons since the day you debuted. Since then, being an idol has been... harder than you've ever imagined it could be. Between being told what to do, how to act, when to get inspired, when to speak, you're exhausted. When you agree to embark on a seemingly innocent collaboration project with Namjoon, you're shocked at how well you two work together and understand each other - but does the chemistry translate outside of the studio? And if it does... well, what are you supposed to do about that?❞

Park Jimin

*Stay Tuned!*

Kim Taehyung

*Stay Tuned!*

Jeon Jungkook

*Stay Tuned!*

[oldschoolhiphoplust]

Jay Electronica Keeps Hip-Hop Heads on Their Heels

Almost every year, there is something about Jay Electronica. He recently popped up on Kanye West’s DONDA with a signature verse. Signature as it is. The performance met the expectation criteria many may have of the Nation of Islam bred rapper. With bars like “As sure as the DOJ confirmed Ezekiel's Wheel,“ it is obvious Elec is set in his school of thought and will never seize an opportunity to express it to the world.

At the top of the pandemic, in March 2020, Jay Electronica released his debut album A Written Testimony. A Written Testimony was a highly anticipated project and probably one of the longest anticipated in hip-hop history. “Finally!,” is the exclamation of an abundance of hip-hop heads who have patiently waited 13 years for the “Ghost of Soulja Slim” emcee. While the album aesthetically and lyrically lived up to the ample amount of expectations, there was one thing about this album that solidified its impact and that is the presence of Jay-Z.

The rap mogul did not appear on just one track. He is featured on eight tracks including “Fruits of the Spirit” and “A.P.I.D.T.A.” Jay is featured on enough tracks to prompt any listener to assume the album was a collaborative effort. A Written Testimony has not been deemed as a collaborative album like Hov’s mash-up with Kanye West, Watch the Throne, however, it convincingly sets the tone of a brotherly affinity. The album was nominated for Best Rap Album at the 63rd Annual Grammy Awards, giving birth to Elect’s first Grammy nomination.

Aside from A Written Testimony, Electronica has released two additional projects throughout his career. His 2007 debut mixtape, Act I: Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge), and its leaked 2020 sequel, Act II: The Patents of Nobility (The Turn). Of course, “Exhibit C” the 2009 Just Blaze produced single that refined the landscape hip-hop lyricist, is among six of Electronica’s career singles.

From homeless aspirant to a rap freak of nature, Jay Electronica’s movement in hip-hop has managed to create an eventful experience for observers. As the Coronavirus pandemic heads to a point of normalcy, hip-hop acts are finally heading back to the stage.

On Wednesday, September 15, Jay Electronica will be rocking the stage at Sony Hall in New York City with Harlem’s own Smoke DZA, GRIP, and Statik Selektah. The performance is poised to be an ideal affair for the extreme hip-hop purist. It also comes a day after the unanticipated Verzuz between Fat Joe and Ja Rule which will also take place in New York City. It is pretty obvious, without much effort, New York City is reminding the world of where real rap lives.

If you are in New York City and can follow the guidelines (must be vaccinated to attend), purchase a ticket for the show right over at Sony Hall’s website.

Photo Credit: David Salafia

[stiltonbasket]

so i binged all of renouncement verse in one go and lwj sewing clothes for a-yu was so sweet i was wondering if we could see him finally do that for wwx?

(brief author’s note: please please reblog if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)

anon 2: maybe something about wwx getting things ready for the baby?? and lwj helps to feather their love nest a little more too (´• ω •`) like maybe carving a crib or making little clothes! they have advance warning about a baby for the first time ever!

anon 3: For Renouncement Verse: can we see WWX finding new hobbies such as sewing/embroidery to pass time and maybe even sewing their baby some clothes pls <3

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When Wei Wuxian was a child—about seven years old, or six—he spent a week in bed after catching a mild case of lake fever, which rarely gave children anything worse than a headache and a cough. But lake-fever requires rest to heal, so the healers confined him to his room with strict orders not to move. 

Naturally, the young Wei Ying had disliked this immensely, and soothed himself by making kites for Jiang Cheng with his uncle until Madam Yu deemed him well enough to get up again.

“Did kite-making truly keep you occupied when you were sick, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asks now, so lovingly that Wei Wuxian nearly drops his needle and thread. “I thought you would have tried to run away and fly them as soon as you were finished.”

“How do you think I learned how to sew?” he laughs, tucking up the hem of a tiny blue gown and fastening it with a line of straight stitches. “I broke my leg once when I was around nine, and then I broke my other leg the year after that, so Shijie sat with me and taught me how to mend all the clothes I ripped whenever I went out to play. It was nice, even if I thought it was boring, and then I started to like it enough to keep going.”

Lan Zhan nods and sews another clear red bead onto the garment spread across his lap. Whatever his husband is making is far too large for little A-Lan, but it doesn’t seem to be the kind of robe Lan Zhan would wear. Lan Zhan prefers gowns in blanch-white and azure blue, and this one has plenty of pale red flowers scattered among all the blue threads and silver embroidery. 

“Is that for you?” Wei Wuxian wonders, putting the finished baby dress aside. “When did you start wearing red, sweetheart?”

His husband’s lips curl up into a small smile as he shakes his head. “It’s yours. To wear to A-Lan’s full month celebration.”

He gestures to the fourteen feet of pearly silk and its glittering su xiu stitching, which Lan Zhan had done partly by hand and partly with the help of a crafting talisman. The robe is covered in sparkling flowers and soft white clouds, with most of the blossoms raised above the pale fabric in beadwork; from his vantage point on the bed, Wei Wuxian can see crimson lotuses and pale blue gentians sewn beside a flock of silver-feathered birds the size of his thumbnail, so delicate and fine that he has to squint to look at the details in their wings.

“For me?” he hears himself gasp, reaching out to touch it. “Lan Zhan!”

“A-Yu will wear the robe I made him, so I thought you might like to match,” Lan Zhan says, looking up at him with so much adoration in his eyes that Wei Wuxian’s heart turns to jelly. “I will make one for A-Lan, too, but later on. It will be much faster, and there is no telling how much she might grow in the first month.”

Lan Zhan glances at the tiny socks in Wei Wuxian’s hands—a pair of little knitted things, made in dyed pink instead of blue or white because Xiao-Yu insisted on choosing the color—and goes back to his work, adding in a pair of clear leaves and berries on the sleeves of the festival gown.

“I must hurry,” he says apologetically. “We only have another week at most, and then there will be no time for anything but tending the little one.”

Wei Wuxian sighs in wordless agreement and picks up his two long knitting needles. It hasn’t really sunk in that he’s going to have three children instead of two in less than ten days, even though the baby never lets him forget her presence even for a moment, and part of him is deathly afraid of what lies ahead even if he will have Lan Xichen’s help when it comes to giving birth to her. 

He is also afraid of doing something wrong after she arrives, since A-Yuan and A-Yu were both old enough to walk and talk by themselves when he adopted them.

“She’s going to be so tiny,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around himself. “Lan Zhan, what if we—what if I end up hurting her? What if she cries and we can’t tell what she wants, or—or what if she gets sick, and we don’t notice? I’ve never even held such a little baby before. How are we going to do this?”

Lan Zhan takes Wei Wuxian’s hands in his and kisses them. “We will do it together,” he vows—and oh, it feels as if mountains would gladly level themselves at the sound of his husband’s voice, just so Wei Wuxian could have a clear road to walk on and sunshine to light the way. “When we do not know what to do, we will ask Shufu or perhaps Jiang Wanyin. And there are always healers, and my cousins who have had children.”

“Lan Zhan…”

And then Wei Wuxian realizes exactly what his beloved had said. “We can ask your uncle for help?”

“Xiongzhang was given to him to raise when he was only eighteen,” Lan Zhan explains. “There was a nurse, of course, but Shufu insisted he should bring us up if our parents were not permitted to do so.”

Wei Wuxian relaxes a little at the thought of practiced hands being near. “You hear that, A-Lan?” he chuckles, tapping his side over the spot where he last felt a nudge from the baby. “There’s no need to worry. Your shugong is here, and he’s better at this than your A-Die is.”

“Not for long. You will learn, sweetheart, and so will I.”

“You promise?” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Promise, Lan Zhan.”

(And Lan Zhan promises, as he always does, and kisses him until the last of his fears finally melt away.)