#500 follower event

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Day One- Gale of Waterdeep

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Relic, Tender, Petrichor, Gale (BG3) Pairing: Gale x Reader Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Slightly Suggestive, Gale Route Spoilers, BG3 Spoilers Word Count: 741

Gale’s dark eyes sweep languidly across the page, no doubt committing to memory the poetic verses written within. You watch from the doorway, comfortably warm in the threshold between cozy library and chilly balcony, a mug of tea slowly cooling in your hands. It brings joy to your heart to see Gale this relaxed. He’s reclined in a loveseat, dressed in his usual soft sleeping clothes and donning a pair of new slippers. The book he’s absorbed in is tome-like in appearance: leather-bound, some sort of ancient relic etched in gold leaf on the cover, a hefty clasp hanging loosely on the edges. You smile to yourself as Gale cautiously turns an onion-skin page, brows furrowed in concentration as he scans the next verse. 

With a small sigh, you lean against the doorframe, looking out to the churning sea beyond. There is something deeply nourishing about your days in Waterdeep. Perhaps it’s the way light rushes across the surface of the sea on clear days, sun glinting brilliantly in the sky, seagulls calling out to one another on the drifting ocean breeze. Maybe it’s the twinkling stars mirrored on the water at night, waves crashing gently to shore and the world silent as can be. It could be the hustle and bustle of the town around you, the familiar sounds of a peaceful life you’d almost forgotten in your adventuring days. Or perhaps it’s the unwavering gentility, the steadfast adoration of the wizard before you. 

Gale catches you staring, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight at the sight of you. 

“Care to join me?” his voice breaks through your silent musing, eyes softening when you meet his gaze, “Books are always better with company.” 

“Of course,” you return, for how could you refuse such an invitation? You abandon your mug on the coffee table, shivering when a gust of wind brushes through the balcony. With it comes a pleasant whiff of petrichor and brine, a scent you’ll probably forever associate this tranquil afternoon with. 

“Darling, you’re freezing,” Gale worries, shifting in his spot to give you room to lay next to him. The loveseat is hardly big enough for two, but all the more reason to cuddle, you think to yourself. And that was most certainly Gale’s plan, for as soon as you sit down, he draws you into his warm embrace. He’s quick to take one of your freezing hands in his, drawing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. He warms it with his breath before sneaking in another kiss to your palm.

“Better?” he ventures, a gentle beam breaking through the gloomy grey of the afternoon. 

“Much,” you softly chuckle, letting your forehead rest against his. This moment is suspended in time, the balcony suddenly a realm of its own. Beyond the soft sound of Gale’s exhales, you can hear a drizzle of rain pitter-pattering on the rooftop, droplets bouncing off the railing and landing in tiny ripples on the water’s surface below. Gale holds your hand to his chest, his other arm drawing you close. Beneath your fingertips is the velvety texture of his shirt, the gentle thrum of his heart. This is nourishment in its purest form: Gale Dekarios, his love silently enveloping you, body and soul. 

You angle yourself to better reach his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them, lingering for a long while. Gale’s tongue softly traces the part in your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair. He moves to press tiny kiss after kiss against your cheeks, eyelids, and jawline. 

“Hmmm,” you hum, when he dips to give some much needed attention to your neck, “You can keep reading if you’d like. I don’t want to interrupt you.”

Gale’s book is long abandoned somewhere on the loveseat. You suspect he might be sitting on it, far too engrossed in you to pay attention to the tome digging into his leg. 

A small chuckle reverberates through Gale’s chest when you inadvertently gasp, his lips ghosting down to your collarbone.

“You’ve well and thoroughly distracted me, my darling,” he admits, “I’d much rather you be the subject of my studies this dreary afternoon.”

“Then you are easily distractible,” you return with an impish smirk. Gale quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Or is it that you and your irresistible charm are incredibly distracting?” he teasingly returns, laughing as he pulls you closer and lays his lips to yours once again.

A/N: I adore Gale. Honestly, I adore all of the companions in BG3. And many of the NPC's haha. I want to write more for him, so maybe a fic in the future? Time permitting, of course. Thank you for reading! Up next in this event will be Portia Devorak from The Arcana!

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Iwaizumi Hajime

↳ requested by @moondust-lore

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Congrats on the followers 🥳

For the self aware au with Malleus's thing about not being invited to events what about reader making sure he gets an invite by inviting him to the dance with them

Writing this one sure was a roller coaster! I wrote half of it with some random plot that I had no plans for. I'm glad I got a sudden inspiration on how to tie it together! Thanks for joining my event. I hope you like it!

You’d never have suspected that you’d become a member of the fashion police in another world.  Not that you’d put in any effort into it.  People just seemed to ask your opinion on things.  Ever since the dance was announced, the number of random students who would stop you in the hall to pull out a handkerchief or pair of socks and eagerly request your opinion on the color or material was growing.  You weren’t sure you were even qualified to give expert opinions on otherworldly fashion, but it didn’t seem to matter.  Any item you deemed nice was shown off like a treasure.  If you should happen to pause or trail off instead, the article in question was quickly hidden from view and the unfortunate student requesting evaluation of such an inferior item scurried off equally as quick. 

It surprised you greatly when the requests began and even more when you started to notice some of the names requesting a moment of your time.  Azul asked you to weigh in on a tie.  Kalim came with an armful of bangles that only you could possibly select the best from.  Even Vil had one day haughtily remarked he was going to wear his hair up to the dance and subtly prodded you for an opinion on that.  You had no business giving Savanaclaw A advice on his fashion, let alone Vil, but each time you were requested an opinion, you answered honestly.  Overtime, you’d come to give just about every member of the main cast advice, including the teachers!

Professor Crewel smiled at you like you’d preformed a wonderful trick, “Well done, pup.”  You smiled back indulgently, used to the unique way he addressed his students.  “You may go, Prefect,” Crewel replied, still gazing at the boots you’d said suit him well.  You’d almost made it to the door when Crewel’s voice stopped you, “Matching colors.”  You paused and turned toward him, “What was that?”  Crewel turned his sharp gaze to you, “Everyone is waiting to see whom you attempt to coordinate with.  Such a show of favoritism means a great deal to a young man.  And if it’s with you…”  Oh, well.  That was a complication you didn’t need.

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“Get this junk out of here!” Grim complained for the third time tonight.  You look up from the assortment of notes you have spread out over the floor and remind him, “I can’t do that Grim.  If I pick someone to favor, I’m only going to trigger…I don’t know what.  Mass overblot?  Chaos in the streets?  Who knows!”  Grim opens his mouth to disagree but then appears to think twice about it.  “So, what are you gonna do about it then?” he asks softly.  You gesture to the massive network of notes, “I just have to find it here; a color that no one is wearing and pick that one.  Then no one can get offended or misunderstand.” 

From all the fashion advice you’d been giving out, you had a vague idea of what each character of the main cast and good portion of the general student body would be wearing.  That information was spread out on notecards across the Ramshackle Dorm’s floor.  Only, finding the thing you needed was harder than you anticipated.  You’d tried organizing the students by color family, school years and dorms before looking for that elusive missing shade.  Maybe it was Grim walking over your notes or perhaps it was the Ramshackle ghosts playing tricks but every time you think you have it; a card will turn up with your chosen color, turning your unique shade into a matching pair.  

“Ugh,” you toss a handful of cards up, “This is hopeless.”  Grim looks at you from the table where he eats his tuna, avoiding your little project as much as he is able, “So don’t go then.”  You sit up and consider, is that an option?  You tried to picture it.  ‘What do you mean They aren’t coming!  Let’s start a riot!  Everyone to Ramshackle, let’s drag Them out!’  Ok, you were probably being dramatic but still, people in this world weren’t normal about you.  “So, I guess everyone has to go then,” you say as you throw an arm across your eyes and moan to Grim about your ordeal.  He endures your antics for a moment before he mutters, “Not everyone,” under his breath.

You drop your arm and look at him, “What do you mean, Grim?”  He gestures with his eating utensil to your pile of cards, “Tsunataro isn’t there.  Why do I hafta attend a dance if he doesn’t?” Grim scrunches his face and shouts, “I only wanna go to the banquet!  The party ends when the food is gone!”  You’d already tuned out Grim’s complaint on food, instead focusing on Malleus’s omission.  That can’t be right.  You’d have noticed if Malleus wasn’t in your notes, wouldn’t you?  You head over to the Diasomina stack and rifle through them, no Malleus.  Could it be mis-sorted?  You check the entire collection again but still no Malleus.    “How can this happen?  I get that he doesn’t get invited in the game but why didn’t I notice?” you gesture dramatically, “I mean I even sorted them by dorm, for crying out loud!”  Grim slowly chews a bite of tuna as he watches you, “You know, I don’t like to bring it up since you are who you are and all but…why do you think you are so special that you can go against the Will of the World?” 

You consider that point.  When you’d first met Grim, well, you’d sort of freaked out at him.  He’d listened to your ravings about games and characters before calming you down.  He was the only ‘person’ you actually spoke to about the game world and, somehow, he seemed to both believe you and guide you through your unusual situation.  So, when Grim suggests that you are also being restricted by the game plot, you have to give the idea merit and it made you profoundly sad.  You had a soft spot for Malleus, he was one of your favorite characters, and now you might end up forgetting about him like the rest of the cast? 

You put aside your quest for the perfect color, having grown frustrated with that anyway, and pulled out your phone.  Unsurprisingly, you didn’t have Malleus’s number.  Nor Lilia’s, which was odder considering what a social butterfly he was.  You scrolled through your contacts, searching for someone you thought might know his number and settled on Cater.  You seemed to recall a vignette where Cater forgot to invite Malleus to a party, which was not the best of signs, but at least it suggested he had a method of contacting him.

[Hey, Cater!  It’s just me.]

[YES]

[I mean hi there Great One]

[I mean buddy…great buddy]

[What can Cay-Cay do for you?]

[Do you have Malleus’s number by chance?]

[Oh noes!  I don’t!  So sorry!]

[But I do have Lills number!]

[Want Cay-Cay to hook you up?]

If you texted Lilia, then he’d have your number.  He can be…rather odd sometimes.  Perhaps it was best not to let more people have access to your number.

[Can you just pass a message along?  Ask him to make sure Malleus is invited to the dance?]

[Sure!  You can count on me!]

You couldn’t count on him.  It wasn’t until the very night of the dance that you pulled out your phone to plan where to meet up with your friends and saw the old text.  You felt a foreboding sense of dread for you had fully forgotten about the situation until that very moment.  The power of the plot was no joke.

[Hey Cater]

[Hiiii]

[Are you here?]

[Where are you?]

[Do you need me?  I’ll do anything you need]

Of course, he was freaking out.  You interrupted his text stream.

[Focus!]

[Did you get that message to Malleus about the dance?]

[Ah, Malleus.  Of course.  Let me check]

You didn’t consider texting to be particularly personal, but you can feel disappointment through the text.  You’d have to make it up to him.  While you were waiting, you took a selfie and sent it to Cater. #readytodance.  There, that should cheer him up a bit.

[Ah!  You look so cute in that!]

[I’m totes jealous of your style]

You can picture him making his signature v hand sign as he says that.  At least you could count on Cater to be easy to distract.

[Lils says Malleus was out when he got the text and he forgot]

[I’m SOOOO sorry!]

Dammit.  So, after all your bravado, you’d let him get left out of a social event again.  Some all-knowing Player you were. You sigh and look at the ceiling for a long moment until you hear your phone’s notification chime again.

[So…are you still coming?]

You look at the question puzzled.  What else would you be doing?  You’d spent all this time finding this horrid shade of pink to wear just to attend.  Why did he think your plans might change?  Then you had it.  A smile came over your lips as you knew exactly what you should be doing instead.

[Yeah, tell the guys I’m just going to be a little late.]

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The towers of Diasomnia gave off an imposing aura, like that of their master.  The sudden and frequent lightning strikes did nothing to tone down the atmosphere.  He clearly realized he’d been forgotten again and was deep into a sulk.  You kept a wary eye on the sky as you crept closer to the castle gates and finally felt less dread once you were inside.  You didn’t exactly know where Malleus would be but sort of figured you’d try the top of the tallest tower and see how that went.  This was a storybook inspired world, after all.  True to tale, that was where you found him, gazing deep into the darkening night from his window with a sever frown set upon his face.

You knocked carefully on the doorframe.  “Hey,” you called out gently, gaining his attention.  “It’s you,” he says in surprise, “Why, whatever are you doing here alone?” You give him a mournful smile, “That’s what I was going to ask you.”  He clicks his teeth in annoyance, “Where else would I be?  I’m not wanted at their little celebration.  I’ve not such bad manners to attend a party I’m not invited to.  Even if everyone else has been.  The royalty, the nobility, the gentry…” You gesture to yourself and finish for him, “Even the rabble.”   At that, he looks upset, “Certainly not.  I’ll let no one refer to you so.”  You waive your hand, calming down the ire of your draconian friend.

“It was a joke!” you assure him, “I just…thought this color didn’t suit me is all.”  He considers your pink formal wear.  “Is it not to your liking?” he asks musingly.  “Hmm, I don’t know if I’d say that.  It’s more that I didn’t really pick it out totally myself,” you sigh, “There was a whole situation there.  I couldn’t let anyone think I was showing favor or inviting a date or…”  You trailed off, getting an idea.  “Actually, Malleus, what do you think if we…”

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You stood at the door to the gardens where the ballroom venue had been set up.  You smiled at Malleus, who stands by your side, and give his hand a nervous squeeze.  “Are you ready for this?”  You were worried about the reaction this entrance is going to cause but apparently Malleus is unphased, “With you by my side, Prefect, I am prepared for anything.”  Perhaps this should have made you happy to hear but all it did was to remind you that even a great dragon mage like Malleus believed ordinary you were capable of amazing feats because you were the famed Player.  Well, if you manage to open this door without setting off a riot, maybe he was right.  You stepped in front of the door, grasped the handle, pulled it open and entered the ballroom.

Two things happened immediately.  Firstly, you looked in shock at the sea of pink filling the ballroom.  You’d spent weeks helping the students of NRC choose outfits and sneakily collecting notes on what they planned to wear only to have basically everyone change their formal wear last minute.  And to pink, surprisingly.  At the same time you were entering the ballroom and taking in the array of pink, the gathered students were noticing you.  And how you weren’t wearing pink.

“GREEN!” Epel shouts, “Why’m I wearin’ PINK if the Prefect is wearin’ GREEN!”  The aggravated boy isn’t alone.  A crowd of angry students gather around Cater.  Azul pushes his glasses up and peers at Cater from between his fingers as he speaks enquiringly, “Were you attempting to make fools of us, Cater?”  The nervous third year glances at the menacing Leech twins that accompany Azul, all three in matching pink suits and fedoras.  “Of course not!” Cater stammers with his hands up, “Why would I be dressed like this otherwise?”  The formidable crowd of pink adorned students considers Cater and his equally pink formal wear carefully.

“Hey guys,” you say as you carefully push your way through the crowd, Malleus following in your wake, “What…what’s going on here?”  Cater clutches onto your sleeve and exclaims, “PREFECT!  I’m SO GLAD to see you HERE.  In…in green.  Wha, what happened to the pink from that pic?  You…you looked so good in that.”  You give him a sheepish smile, “Ah yes, about that…”  You gesture to Malleus who smiles proudly at your side, “I thought it would be better to match with Malleus, since he is always getting left out of things like this.  So, I had him use some color-changing magic to change my clothes to Diasomnia green!” 

There is a moment of silence as everyone takes that in.  Then that silence is broken when Jamil smiles a most devious smile and remarks, “Color-changing magic?  Is that so?”  Then several other students look slyly at each other and draw their magic pens.  “Hey,” you say backing away slowly, “Let’s not go crazy here…”  It’s not surprising when Deuce, who rarely thinks things over, is first to shout his spell.  It is unfortunate though, that his magic is so unpracticed, resulting in your garment taking over a spattered pattern of blue; much like paint covering the cloth. 

“That won’t do,” you hear Riddle tut from the side of you, “I’ll fix that up for you.  My apologies, Prefect.”  With that, a much firmer wave of magic washes over you and you see that your formal wear is now a vibrant red.  “Red?” you say questioningly before looking up to see a sly smiling Riddle has also changed his own garment back to the original Queen’s Red.  “I see how you want to play this,” Vil remarks sharply, “Well, if you want a challenge, you’ve got one! Rook!” The deviously smiling huntsman barely joins the Dorm leader of Pomefiore before an utter cacophony of spells begins.  In just a few moments, you were hit with at least fifty spells, causing you no harm but nearly knocking you off your feet. 

Malleus catches you, lending you a supporting hand and you look up at him gratefully.  Then you sadly consider the state of your formal wear.  So many spells landing at once seems to have caused an unexpected reaction.  Now, instead of your garment being one color, it shifted from one to the next as each spell fought for dominance over your clothes.  You look beseechingly at Crowley, who is chaperoning the dance.  He sighs, “There isn’t anything to be done until it settles, I’m afraid.”  You look at Malleus for confirmation but he only frowns, not able to meet your disappointed gaze.  You feel a pat on your back and Lilia remarks, “You know, it has a certain charm this way.  Yes, I rather like it.” 

You give him an exasperated sigh, shaking the hem of your color shifting garment, “I can barely look at it.”  Lilia laughs and suggests, “Well then don’t look!  You’re not meant to look down when dancing anyway.”  Such practical advice from Lilia makes you snort at him, but his words have reached you.  Fine then, you can’t change the situation, but you could control how the rest of the night went.  The three fae waited patiently for you to respond.   You turn and calmly ask, “Malleus, may I invite you to dance?”  With a glad smile, he takes your hand and leads you to the floor.  You glide through the dance with your prince and color changing garment.  First pink, then green and now blue.  It’s a sight like something from a tale you’d heard long ago.  A tale you’d make end happily ever after.  It was up to you to decide; you were the Player, after all.

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Malleus happily opens his shrine to the Player and adds a scrap of unusual color shifting fabric to the collection.  For now, his treasure would sparkle and change; offering him a reminder of the first dance he’d ever been invited to (and by the Player, no less!).  Someday, he knew the magic would fade and the small scrap of fabric would settle on one color.  No matter what color that was, Malleus knew that he’d change it to green.  Afterall, it didn’t matter how the story began, just that it ended with you and him paired in Diasomnia green.  He had to honor your decisions.  You’d chosen him and you were the Player, after all.

[channelinglament]

500 follower event!

It's matchups!

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Name:

Age: You can just write that you're a minor or an adult, that's okay too

(basically, if in game main cast are both, minors and adults then age is required. If the game is more teens oriented, then no need.)

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Can be yandere cuz I'm a yandere blog, can be just fluff and normal stuff cuz I like it too. Just specify ;)

Unsure about mbti type but it might help! ;D☆

Fandoms:

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Yet again, thank you all so much for your support 💗😭

[chronically-ghosted]

✨stopping by on this chilly morning to swing around lightposts and pick up puppies and fall into fields with my arms open wide.✨ thank you all so, so, so very much -- the community i found here has been such a support, a surprise, and a source of so much joy. it's been lovely to meet you all! aaand the results of the celebration poll are in:

Thank you to everyone who voted! I'll be working on creating the upcoming polls during this week, and hopefully release them next week. If you'd like to be tagged when those polls go live so you can be sure you vote in all of them, lemme know! @gasolinerainbowpuddles has created a BEAUTIFUL header for this special occasion and I can't wait to share it with you all!

As for our regularly scheduled programming, I'm working on a few holiday-themed fics (one of which that centered around Marcus Pike I posted last week) and should hopefully have the one where Dieter meets your family for the first time coming out later today!

With this big milestone, I'm really at y'all's beck and call. My ask box is wide open: requests, thoughts (or thots 😉), questions, comments, or concerns -- I'm an open book 🤍🤍🤍

[pit-and-the-pen]

I saw your follower post. Are there any head canons you haven’t seen someone share or talk about on a character you like?

Oh I had to think for this one. I came up with a few for a few direct characters and they might already be floating around but if they are I don’t see them talked about enough

Azriel

-firm believer that when Azriel is in love, he would never stop talking around them. Whether it’s little things he sees or the things he likes. Our boy has a lot of pent up feelings for sure and when with a group he prefers to stay out of the way more often than not but when he’s alone with his significant other, he will not shut up (in the best way possible)

-pinky holding. Whenever you two are in a room together he’ll link your pinkies. He feels it’s a little less showy or touchy feely as fully holding hands but still keeps you close.

Eris

- don’t ask me why but I feel like Eris loves bubble baths??? Like boy is wound so tight with stress all the time that it helps him relax after long days. His mom used to make him bubble baths when he was little to calm him down and the habit just stayed as he got older.

-also I always picture Eris with longer hair. And it’s slightly wavy. He kept it short when his father was alive but once Beron passes I think he keeps it about shoulder length.

Lucien:

- boy gets the worst migraines after long days. I’m legally blind (technically because of my glasses prescription strength) and have a muscle problem in my right eye and I know when I spend too long doing something, my head starts to kill me so I can only imagine he gets something similar.

Cassian:

-you can’t tell me this man has no chest hair. I literally don’t care what SJM says about this. He might keep it cleaned up but he has chest hair that you could play with. And he loves it when you do

I could probably go on but these are ones I for sure haven’t seen talked about much. (Except maybe the hairless/hair debate but I will die on that hill especially for Cas)

[mamamittens]

500+ follower event!

As decided by popular vote, a food themed ask box event!

Running from 9-12-23 to 9-19-23, hopefully the menu makes sense!

Milkshake themed!

Here’s our menu for the special 500+ follower event running from 9-12-23 to 9-19-23! To enter your order, just put it in my ask box! I may suspend the ask box if I get overwhelmed, but all asks put in during this time frame are eligible for this event.

Who can go on an order? Why, you and a character of your choice as long as they are +18. Please clarify if this is a character from a specific fandom, otherwise I will assume One Piece as that’s my most active fandom at this time.

For yourself, please include a short description for your pronouns (F!, M!, GN!, AFAB, and AMAB), appearance, style, and personality. I just need a reasonable amount of information to write your stand in with. If there’s a particular quirk or detail you want focus put on, please do include it!

If I’ve written for you before, an OC may go in your place! I’m sticking to just what’s in the ask box, so if you don’t include it, I won’t know!

All I ask is that you keep it relatively simple, polite, and short since I don’t know if there’s a character limit to the ask box. Should you need multiple asks, make it clear which are yours.

If you intend to ask for a +18 order (smut), I advise you to be at least 18 as I voluntarily flag all my +18 content. In this particular context, I especially need to know AFAB/AMAB so I may write appropriately.

Flavor – Universe

Vanilla – Canon

Chocolate – Modern

Toffee – coffee shop au

Vanilla swirl – Office au

Strawberry – Fantasy

Cake – royal au

Chunks – fantasy creature au (feel free to specify who is what)

Add ins – Relationship

Caramel syrup – Childhood friends

Chocolate syrup – Strangers

Strawberry syrup – Unbalanced relationship

Fruit – Arranged marriage

Gummy candy – Enemies to lovers

Cookies – Coworkers

Flambe (on fire) – Fling

Powdered sugar – One sided crush

Toppings – Reception?

Sprinkles – Nervous

Whip cream – Confident

Cherry – Sweet

Fries - Casual

Additional shots* - Get a room!

NSFW+18 ONLY

Alcoholic shots (kinks) to be added to your milkshake or your partners! Please phrase it as “shot of X for (A)/me” to identify who receives the act. There is no limit but bear in mind a complicated order could take much longer! And some shots may interact in unusual ways, so if you have a squick please bear that in mind.

To specifically request something not be present when it is otherwise implied, please ask “to hold X”.

White Russian – Creampie/Cum play

Hot Damn – Praise kink

Mind Eraser – Degradation

Afterburner – Choking/breathplay

Jell-o shot – Edging

Pineapple Upside Down Cake – Oral

Alice in Wonderland – Size Kink

Motor Oil – Marking

Kamikaze – Temperature play (Served hot or cold for temp preferences)

Jager Bomb – Rough Sex (Extra strong is hate sex)

Green Tea shot – Soft Sex

Pink Schnapps – Dom/Sub (The person receiving this shot will be designated the ‘Sub’)

Black Jack – Restraints

Brain Hemorrhage - Overstimulation

Special side treat (totally optional!)

Mochi Ice Cream – Yandere

Vanilla – Obsessive

Red bean – Possessive

Grean tea – Delusional

Strawberry – Protective

Coffee – Manipulative

An example of an order would be as follows:

“Hi! Doffy and I would like a strawberry cake milkshake with strawberry, caramel syrup and powdered sugar (for me!). Whip cream and a cherry on top, please! A red bean mochi would also be nice! Add in an Alice in wonderland, black jack (for me), pink schnapps (also me), and a hot damn too! I go by “Sky” and I’m a short but lanky guy (masc pronouns please) with black curls, tan skin, and dark eyes. I’m nervous and tend to freeze when shocked before rambling. I blush really easily too… unfortunately.”

[aluraveil]

IMPORTANT NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR :

- Hey everyone! I just wanted to say thank you so much for over 500 followers. I decided to host an event for this! Thank you so much for your continued support, it means a lot to me! 💗

WARNINGS:

- This will contain a ton of smut/nsfw works and possibly even a couple of Yandere ones. I will include trigger warnings. Also minors aren’t allowed to interact with my blog at all!

SMUT:

Threesome w/ Alhaitham & Kaveh

Threesome w/ Ayato & Thoma

Threesome w/ Dottore & Pantalone

Threesome w/ Columbina & Arlecchino

Threesome w/ FL Childe & RL Zhongli

YANDERE:

More to be added!

[gaystims]

Cat ear Lumina edit

Inspired by creaturing-your-faves | Divider credit | Requested by anon

[bakuliwrites]

Day Nine- Zevlor

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Grass, Pallid, Brown Sugar, Zevlor (BG3) Pairing: Zevlor x Tav Tags: Smut, Fluff, Oral Sex, 2nd Person POV, Zevlor struggling with his faith, BG3 Spoilers, Act 2 Spoilers, Not super graphic Word Count: 636

Zevlor’s tail coils around your leg, wrapping tight enough to pull you close but not so tight that he’s restricted your movement. You’re tangled in each other’s limbs, cool blades of grass tickling your overheated skin. Zevlor’s motions had been awkward at first, his hands hesitant, ears down, and gaze averted. Until you patiently guided him, gently laying his hand to your bare chest, feeling heat bloom throughout his body at the contact, and smiling softly against him when he had taken the plunge and pressed his lips to yours. In the distance, you can hear your traveling companions bedding down for the night (perhaps by themselves, perhaps with another). After the hell that was Moonrise Towers and the Mind Flayer Colony, everyone is utterly exhausted. You and Zevlor snuck off long ago, concealed by the forest and the vast blanket of stars above. It feels like it’s been ages since you saw one another at the Grove. And he is more troubled than ever before. 

Yet, despite his upset, his kisses are soft, deep. He drinks you in like you’re the first sip of water he’s had in ages. His calloused hands smooth along every angle, every curve of your body, worshipping as they explore. You feel venerated by his touch. His warmth spreads through you, flame licking your inner thighs as he buries himself between them. The delighted hum he makes when you grasp his horns for purchase sends shivers up and down your spine. His talons drag along the supple flesh of your thighs, rough but not so rough as to break skin. When you draw him up to hungrily press your lips against his, he tastes of you. 

Gently, you lay him back against the grass, trailing kisses down the center of his chest, delighting in his constrained huffs and whispered adorations. He looks shocked when you return his loving murmurs with equal affection. If he could turn any more red, he would when you purr a simple, “That feels amazing,” at his touch. Praise after praise falls from your lips, simple prayers hushed in secrecy. The way your tongue grazes the shell of his ear, the way your teeth leave their hallowed marks on his skin- Zevlor feels that he does not deserve such grace. Such mercy. And yet, upon rescuing him from the colony, you were quick to throw your arms around the soldier and hold him close. At least there is one person grateful to see him. 

Your ecstasy is muffled against his lips, his hushed when he buries his face in the crook of your neck. In the afterglow, you lay in Zevlor’s arms, fingernails dragging gently over the ridges on his arms. You talk of the future, what you each want from life, and imagine a quiet existence together. A house made of stone, either pallid as bleached bone or earthy red like clay, with smoke from a fire in the hearth floating wispy into the night air. The scent of brown sugar and butter pervades every inch of the kitchen, a kitchen you and Zevlor can slow dance in while putting off dinner. A home that he can return to after a day of teaching, retired from his soldiering days. He’s so good with children, you assure him that he’ll be their favorite instructor.

Zevlor can’t imagine this life for himself. He doesn’t deserve it, he posits to you, a notion that makes you frown. 

“Of course you do,” you reassure with such conviction, Zevlor wonders if you’ve rattled the very stars above. He looks to you through the darkness, cupping your face in one hand and tenderly smoothing his thumb along your cheek. In your eyes, you hold a future he can only pray for. He hopes he has faith enough for it to come to fruition.

A/N: Please, Larian, just let me at least kiss himmmmmmm. I love Zevlor so much. Just one kiss, that's all (or, you know, more. That's cool too). This man needs rest. He needs a hug and a blanket and a smooch and some peace and quiet. I do want to write a longer version of this fic (that gets more detailed). I'll get around to that eventually. Maybe once I'm done with this event? Thank you so much for reading! Up next is our favorite sassy vampire, Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3!

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Dabi

↳ requested by @roronoua​

[rendy-a]

I’m so excited! I loved your last event can’t wait to see all the ones for this one!

Could you do asking for a dance, self-aware, with Jade? I hope you have a great day!

I’m glad you have enjoyed my events!  Here is your request.  As a reminder, the Self-Aware AU is a yandere AU.

You had never pictured going to a school dance at NRC.  For one, it didn’t really seem like the sort of event they’d hold.  You’d seen the sort of thing NRC did instead; hunting each other down with bean blasters or hosting events with the townspeople like Halloween.  So, this dance had caught you completely off-guard.  So much so that your first instinct was to panic about who you’d ask to the dance as though it were a normal school dance in your world.

You’d turned to Deuce after hearing the news from your homeroom teacher Prof Crewel and exclaimed, “Oh my gosh!  Who should I ask to go with me?”  That one innocent remark had a profound impact on your class.  Deuce’s eyes got wide as saucers, and you heard a gasp from the seat behind you.  You looked around to realize that the entire class’s focus was on you.  That’s right, you were like a bizarrely famous celebrity here.  “I mean…I think I’ll go alone.  Just…hang out with everyone equally.  You know?” you finish lamely. 

From the sighs and laments you heard your declaration prompt; you knew you’d made the right call.  It really would have been a big thing if you asked someone to the dance.  And that was just with the students of NRC who were used to you!  You weren’t sure what to expect of the students of the other schools; would they know you as well or is this phenomenon limited to NRC? 

On the night of the dance, you’d dressed in the formal wear you’d purchased from town with your friends.  Then you tied a special bow around Grim’s neck and declared yourself ready to depart.  Grim in tow, you headed to the main campus down Main Street.  When you passed the first group of students from Royal Sword and Fair Maiden Academies, you saw some poking and hushed whispers.  Then the stares started.  Yes, it appeared you were just as famous across all of Twisted Wonderland for whatever mysterious reason.

No worries, you thought, as you met up with the First-Year crew at the entrance to the lunchroom-turned reception area.  You had found that your reputation kept people away as much as it made them stare, so let them stare so long as they kept their distance.  You stayed in your group as you sampled the treats you had worked on with the Second-Year class to prepare, smiling at how it had all turned out.  When the First-Year group started to break up a bit to mingle with friends from their dorms and clubs, you held back; choosing to be a wallflower instead. 

You smiled from the back of the room, just enjoying some people-watching until you jumped from feeling a tap on your elbow.  You turned to find Prof Crewel had garnered your attention by tapping you with the riding crop he carried in place of a pointer.  “Pup, I see you understand the situation you are in,” he replied calmly, “However, I hope you realize everyone will expect you to lead the first dance later.”  Your expression must have confirmed the Professor’s suspicions as to your ignorance.  Crewel cracks his crop on his hand for emphasis and goes on, “it has always been custom for royalty and other dignitaries to be the highlight of the first dance at a ball.  And you…” he trails off then, no one being quite willing to discuss your unique situation.  The implication was clear though; the Player would hold a place equal to royalty in TWST and that included leading the dance.  You were going to need a partner after all.

You immediately ruled out those that you thought might already be invited to join in the tradition; Leona, Malleus, Vil; all the seniors who’d helped you learn to dance were famous in their own right.  Then there were your friends who were just a little too casual for such a thing; you needed to make sure you upheld the dignity of your school to your rivals!  Who did you think could dance but also have that air of dignity?  Riddle?  You saw him speaking to Ace across the room.  He certainly could dance and was the most proper person you knew but… Even now, you can see his face turning red as he yelled at Ace.  No, maybe not Riddle.  Your gaze traveled further and landed on Jamil.  He could dance.  Then, as though feeling your gaze, Jamil turned to meet your eye and a very knowing expression crossed his face.  Sometimes, Jamil just sort of creeps you out with that scheming look.  Perhaps not him…

A clack of a cane echoes around the hall.  “Attention please!  Attention!” a voice calls from the dais, “We would like to welcome all our distinguished guests to NRC!  I hope you have enjoyed this fine food and symbol of my generosity!  Now, please, head out to the courtyard where we will start the dance!”  The attention Crowely had commanded at the speech slowly drifted from him and towards you.  No one moved to head to the courtyard.  Everyone was watching and waiting; waiting for the main character to lead the way.  And somehow, that was you.

Panic.  You look around rapidly for anyone nearby you know who could possibly do this with you.  Forget standards, you need someone now!  That is when your eyes alight on Jade standing just a few steps away.  Proper and professional Jade who always seemed to effortlessly complete any task.  Plus, he could easily be convinced to help a poor soul like yourself for the trade of a favor.  When you meet his eye, he places a hand to his chest and offers you a shallow bow.  You smile at the gesture and hurry to his side.

“Jade,” you begin breathlessly, “I realize this is rather abrupt, but won’t you please be my partner for the first dance?”  He smiles at you gently.  Then, as though he cannot contain his excitement, his smile grows until it displays an alarming number of sharp teeth.  You hesitate and the action seems to spur him to reign in his enthusiasm.  He resumes a mask of calculated politeness and bows again, “Apologies, Prefect, I appear to have gotten a tad exuberant over the thought of sharing such a moving custom with you.  Please do allow me to escort you in this traditional dance.”  You might have backed down if Crowley, at that very moment, hadn’t cleared his throat as though to say, ‘Let’s get a move on, Prefect!’  So, you returned Jade’s feigned smile and placed your hand in his own.  “Shall we?” you asked.

He was an ambush hunter by nature.  Being in the right place to create opportunities for yourself was just a part of living as an eel.  Rarely though, did he hunt as rare a query as you, the Player themselves.  When he followed silently behind you, he had merely hoped for the opportunity to hear your voice and perhaps learn something new about you.  For this to happen, it was a success far beyond what he had hoped.  So much so that he’d nearly forgotten himself and frightened his prey away.  That wouldn’t do at all.  He’d need to be more prepared in the future for when he’d certainly catch your attention again. 

For now, he’d have to satisfy himself with this small moment of your regard.  When he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss on the back of the hand, your eyes raised to his own.  For that brief moment, he had every last drop of your attention focused entirely on him.  It was enough to make his heart beat quicker and the only price he required of you.  For now.  Someday though, he’d bind you tightly enough that he possessed you mind, body and soul.  “Let’s begin with this dance, Prefect,” Jade says.  Both a plan and a dance beginning with a single step.

[devildomditzy]

DevildomDitzy’s 500 Follower Event

A-Z dates - E (Escape Room) W/ Mammon

Thanks for the request, @potatoqueengabi 💖

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“Oh fuck MC, we’re gonna die in here! The Great Mammon’s too young to die. I’ve still got at least another 900 millennia left in me!”

The shrill screams of your lovely boyfriend do little to help you solve the puzzle in front of you. Of course he’d be claustrophobic; Honestly you’re shocked he even agreed to accompany you on such a date, being the similarities between it and haunted houses.

“Mams, you’re fine. It’s an escape room, the point is to escape. Besides, they can’t hold us in here forever, we only paid for the hour.”

You peer even closer at the code in front of you, trying your best to decipher it’s meaning, made all the harder by the demon’s constant pacing around the room.

“You know, we’d get out of here even faster if you’d help me try to figure this out. Put that braincell of yours to work”, you tease, not feigning to rip your eyes away from the text scrawled out on the wall.

“Oi! Ya got a lot of nerve talkin’ to me like that when you’re trapped in here with me! I outta eat ya for that!”, he responds, cleared riled up. You laugh softly to yourself, the empty threat making you smile.

“You’d never do that, you’re too soft. Plus, you love me.”

The avatar of greed simply huffs at your response, before coming closer, kneeling besides you to get a peak at what you’re looking at.

“I think I recognize some-a these symbols. I might be able to help ya out, but my price is high, and it’s gonna cost ya!”, he states, turning his gaze towards you, smirk plastered across his face.

“How about you tell me and we beat this thing before the timer runs out, and I won’t tell your brothers about how the Little D dressed as a mummy in the last room made you cry.”

“Deal.”

[lyranova]

Order: 1 Vanilla cake with the topping “I’m Here” with YamiChar!

Word Count: 453

Charlotte stretched her arms above her head as she walked towards her home that she shared with Yami Sukehiro. The two had been dating for a while now, so the two decided to take the next big step and that was to move in together.

It had been a little rocky at first, but they quickly found their groove and were able to adjust to each other's quirks quickly.

Charlotte walked up to the door, twisted the knob, and pushed it open. She quickly looked around before calling out to her boyfriend.

“ Yami? Are you home?”

She received no answer.

The blonde haired woman quickly frowned as she walked into the house and began looking around. This was stange. Usually Yami was home before she was, and if he was ever supposed to get in late he usually contacted her through their communication devices.

As she walked she heard a faint crunch under her shoes. She looked down with a frown and noticed that there were red rose petals scattered across the floor. As she looked up she noticed there was a trail of them leading to the back of their home where their bedroom was.

Charlotte smiled before continuing to follow the flower path that Yami laid out for her.

She walked slowly and softly as she approached the door, since Yami had decided to surprise her, she thought it would be a good idea to surprise him back. So, she quietly gripped the door knob in her hand and slowly turned it before throwing it open and announcing loudly.

“ I’m here!”

But what greeted her made her eyes widen in surprise.

Laying on the bed, sound asleep, was Yami. Charlotte blinked rapidly. There were rose petals on the bed and floor, there were a couple of candles lit, and there was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on the bedside table. But in the center of the bed lay Yami, snoring softly, and sound asleep.

Charlotte laughed and quickly walked over to him. She had taken longer finishing up Squad duties than she normally did, so he probably fell asleep while waiting for her to arrive. She quickly blew out the candles, knocked the rose petals onto the floor, and laid down beside her boyfriend who must’ve sensed her presence because as soon as she laid down he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close, and snuggled his face into the crook of her neck.

Charlotte smiled softly before wrapping her arms around him as well. This may not have been the evening that Yami had intended it to be, but Charlotte was still happy as she and Yami held each other in their arms.

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[sw1mmingfoolz]

🌙 my love is the sun, the moon and the stars - wen junhui (500 follower special)🌙

ask: 'hello congrats on 500!!!!!!!! im an anon that’s been thinking of coming off anon and asking if u wanna be moots but im shy lol but this event i might go slightly crazy lol ive been in such a fluffy mood as well // ok first request! can i please have husband jun at four am who’s pouring out his love for the reader thinking they’re asleep but they’re not so they hear and it’s super fluffy?' - anonymous

genre: maybe the most tender fluff i have ever written

content warnings: none :)

pairing: jun x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

a/n: thank you anon for requesting and for your sweet words!! i am always down for more moots but if you're shy you can have an anon tag so ik it's you sending asks if that's easier! regardless thank you for your support, sorry it took a little to get to this :) i hope you like it, this might top my bang chan narcolepsy drabble for the softest thing i have literally ever written hahaha 💞💞 feedback is of course always very appreciated and very encouraged 💞

In the fuzzy headed state between sleep and wakefulness, everything seems so muted. The click of the door is hushed; barely audible. The rustling sounds of your husband changing out of his sweat doused dance clothes are like a gentle whisper. The dip in the bed as he hurries to join you under newly washed linens is so slight you hardly register it. All muffled by your brain trying to lure you into the land of dreams, entirely still as he settles behind you, propped up on his side by a single elbow.

Jun's warm hand grazing its way up your arm brought you a little further to consciousness, eventually settling on your shoulders and rubbing soft circles into the flesh with the pad of his thumb. His movements were careful as he slid down the cool sheets a little, a strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull your back flush against his chest. His body cradled yours, curled into one another like matching puzzle pieces, his strong form radiating warmth to simmer trapped under the duvet and tickle the exposed skin of your legs and midriff. Your hairs stood on end, goosebumps raising briefly only to melt back into your skin as if bathed in sunlight under only the tender touch of his fingertips. You didn't know what time it was, but as you tried to wake up enough to ask, he began to whisper shyly.

"Sorry I'm back so late, my love," his breath tickled the shell of your ear, warm and inviting, and while you kept your eyes shut you subconsciously tilted your head back a little to nuzzle into his shoulder. It was easier to hear him that way, and he didn't seem to notice you were listening, for he continued without hesitation. "It's already nearly morning, ah. I feel like I'm always home late these days. Comeback and all," he let out a small exhale of a chuckle at his own words; a mildly defeated one, as he continued his ghosting ministrations over your arm. Lithe fingers glided down to your hand, playing slightly with your fingers before moving back up, his lips placing a tentative kiss to your shoulder. So gentle; afraid of stirring you yet unwilling to hold back his bubbling affection.

He felt his heart flutter as he watched you, ready to explode in an exultant display of golden confetti and handmade paper hearts, wishing you could enter his mind for even a moment to truly grasp the way he felt. Words never felt enough, but it didn't stop him speaking more. "But you remain so patient, so supportive," Another, slightly stronger kiss to the nape of your neck, the smell of your freshly washed hair hitching his breath momentarily as he took a moment to simply inhale. To be, to exist - to allow himself to be entirely consumed by you. "You never ask me for more, even though I'm sure falling asleep alone isn't what you want. I mean, if you feel the same about me that I do about you, I'd assume so, because whenever I'm not with you I feel like a part of me is missing," he continued, his smile obvious as he spoke. You listened in complete silence, flickering your eyes behind their lids to appear asleep still, even though he wasn't looking at them. You let out a content sigh to further the illusion, to which he grinned.

He wondered if you knew how unbearably cute he found you, for as much as he tried to appear cool even still after marriage, he found his fond gaze fixed on you any time you were in his presence. The other members teased him, sure, but it was a small price to pay to get to look upon someone he could only consider a celestial being among mere mortals, painstakingly crafted from the stars that sparkled the brightest and shining brilliantly like the moon shone upon the two of you through ajar curtains. He followed the trail of it as it filtered, a thin stripe growing broader at your shoulder to accentuate the features of your face. In a word, angelic, he thought, brushing the side of your cheek with the backs of his fingers.

"I think I hit the jackpot, honestly. Such a beautiful spouse, such a patient one, such a kind person who looks at everyone as a potential friend." He sighed softly, his lips now gracing your upper arm. "And you take such good care of me, asking for nothing in return, just knowing I'm doing my best too," The arm around your waist tightened ever so slightly, and this time you braved turning to face him, movements slightly awkward under his hold and eyes remaining closed the entire time as you buried your face in his chest. Immediately, he brought his other arm to nestle under your neck, hand drawing circles on your shoulder. No, you thought; not circles but small hearts, traced lovingly into your skin. You too allowed his scent to engulf you; fresh laundry and hints of warm spiced vanilla from lingering cologne, and it took every ounce of strength you possessed not to give up the game and kiss his neck as lightly as he did yours earlier. "Your laugh lights up the entire room, and my entire being… I hope I can give you endless reasons to laugh and smile forever. I wish I were better able to show you how much I love you, better able to speak when you're actually awake to hear it, better at being here next to you when you settle to sleep. I know you knew what you were getting into - you reassure me all the time - but still… I want to be good enough for you, and I hope you know I will never stop trying, because you genuinely deserve the world."

"Baby," You cooed against his skin, slightly muffled by it. His body stiffened a little beneath your touch, and so you moved your arm to circle his waist and held him as tightly as he was holding you. "I don't want to hear you doubting yourself so much. You do more than enough. You're the reason for most of my smiles and my laughs, you're the reason I wake up every morning excited to even open my eyes, you're the reason my heart and my stomach are overtaken by butterflies even after so many years together. You give me so much just by existing, and I love you so much, so please don't put pressure on yourself that I would never even imagine to."

His muscles gradually relaxed at your words, and you finally opened your eyes and tilted your head up to look at him. You took his face in your palms as your eyes adjusted to the dark, his striking, somewhat cat-like features becoming slowly more visible. His eyes were shining, a light film of tears glazing them, stars twinkling within his pupils as they scanned your own face. "Thank you," you hummed, pressing your lips to his in a featherlight kiss. Your thumb grazed over a sharp cheekbone and your forehead rested against his. You nuzzled your nose against his with a breathy giggle, which he mirrored gladly. "I know how you feel, you don't need any fancy words, or to sacrifice all your time, or to fetch me the sun to show me your love,"

"I don't think I could do such a thing anyway, for my sun is right here," he murmured, his lips grazing yours as he spoke. Your breath fanned over one another's lips, minty yet warming. "My sun, my moon, my stars; you're my whole universe."

"And you say you're not good with words," you teased gently, the two of you smiling against one another. "You are everything to me, darling, my support is unconditional."

"And mine to you, my sweetheart," you both fell hushed for a moment, relishing in a moment so tender it swelled your full hearts to beat in sync, listening to one another's steady breathing. "I can't believe you were pretending to be asleep, though," he whispered after a moment, breaking the tension by causing you to laugh louder than intended.

"If you usually talk to me like this when I sleep, I'll have to become better at acting," you grinned, melting against him as he pulled you in for a more passionate kiss, laced with the many more words he didn't think he'd find himself able to say anytime soon. You didn't mind, though - you had more than enough to fill the gap.

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