#AND GOING SLEEVELESS MAYHAPS????????????????

[akkivee]

all this kuukou FOOD—

[andro-dino]

May I either hear more about the KyoHyoTsu madness, Sakyo’s dad and mom hcs, or mayhaps a little of the hopeless romantic DSS?? >>:3333

AUGH THREE BULLETS IMMEDIATELY STRAIGHT TO THE HEART YES

kyohyotsu. augh i missed them so bad. another comic idea that I’ve had for a while that I don’t think I’ll ever get around to drawing is the three of them going for a walk, and Hyoma gets cold, and immediately the other two wanna give him a jacket but they realize three very important things very immediately

1. Kyoya’s jackets are sleeveless

2. Tsubasa doesn’t even wear a jacket in the first place

3. Really, Hyoma’s dressed the warmest out of the three of them

and they scramble. both of them are so disappointed in themselves as partners. ultimately they just settle on the double arm around the shoulder. Hyoma is 100% okay with this solution.

Also @ ur tags on my last post of them,,, we’ve already established that kyoya smells like dirt (/pos) to both Tsubasa and Hyoma. To Tsubasa, Hyoma mostly smells like fresh air and occasionally clean laundry. Kyoya thinks Tsubasa smells like lavender, but he can’t quite place what Hyoma’s scent reminds him of. It bothers him. He’s forced to bury his face into Hyoma’s shoulder occasionally to try and figure it out but he can never get it. This is also an arrangement Hyoma is 100% fine with

Bit of a hurt/comf one that is mostly kinda me projecting, but Hyoma very frequently gets waves of random sadness and a lot of the times when this gets bad, he gets really bad at communicating verbally, but also requires more attention. I think they have their own little way of going about it but usually this results in the other two cuddling and reassuring him when he needs it. It doesn’t make it go away completely but it helps and Hyoma appreciates it.

Tobio and dss,,,,, man I haven’t thought about them in ages either I miss them too!!!! Tobio is a character I love so dearly I love him so much. Him being a hopeless romantic is an idea I love so much but it’s even better when you pair it with his super cool guy persona. and I mean it’s barely even a persona bc he’s actually just kinda awesome and I love that for him. but like, he’s so flashy and charismatic and has this air of mystique to him all the time, and just imagine that contrasted with him being the biggest lover boy of all time. it’s great I truly do adore it. I can imagine it causing some hijinks as well because I like to think of both Tetsuya and ryutaro on the aroace spectrum and while they’re not completely without romantic attraction, it’s also not something that they’re entirely familiar with or know how to go about dealing with, so that paired with ultra romantic Tobio is just very silly. I imagine sometimes he gets a little overexcited when it comes to romance and tends to move a little too fast at times and has to physically hold himself back so as to not push the others too far. It’s not something he minds, just that he needs to adjust to properly. The others, for their part, I think both admire Tobio in their own ways. Ryutaro is very fond of him as a whole and appreciates having someone else who can share the braincell from time to time, and Tetsuya is totally enamored by how cool he is. Tetsuya and Tobio are definitely my fav individual duo between all of them (the movie definitely contributed to this) and I just think the idea of Tetsuya genuinely admiring Tobio and thinking he’s really cool but never fully expressing that is so sweet. Tetsuya tends to be very goofy a lot of the times but I think tobio’s presence inspires him to muster on his more genuine, affectionate feelings a lot more and I just really enjoy that dynamic. The three of them are all so silly and different but it’s in such a way that I really do think that they’re all just kind of perfect for each other and I really love that about them.

AND OH BOY. RYOMA AND VICTORIA KURAYAMI MY BELOVEDS.

I don’t know how much I’ll go into about them because recently I mentioned in a server wanting to write a full kurayami family lore doc and honestly I think I might actually get to that soon but like god there’s so much.

I do feel a bit bad because of the two of them, I think I’ve developed Victoria a little less than Ryoma just bc most of the thoughts I’ve had about them center around the dragon clan specifically and the themes they present but ourghh. ourgh. I’ll save the angstier stuff for the lore doc I think.

The two of them met as young adults. Victoria was a prolific blader and adventurer, constantly in search of new horizons and stronger opponents, yk pretty typical blader stuff. She’s a very vibrant character and very friendly, though always preferred to travel on her own. She enjoys taking in a lot of different scenery and exploring and learning as much as she can about every new place she comes by. A lot of the connections she makes on her travels are temporary, and she’s okay with that. She journals a lot so she never forgets anywhere she’s been or anyone she’s met there.

Ryoma meanwhile was one of the very few living members of the dragon clan, and those guys have never been all too familial in the first place. I’ve been thinking about his specific relations to Ryuga and Ryuto recently, as of right now I’m settling on the three of them being cousins. He was never close with them, both with him being a fair bit older than them and all of them being very independent individuals. Ryoma I think more than most other dragon clan members tended to stay pretty close to home, not really having any certain path he wanted to follow besides the general ideas of being as strong as possible and taking down strong opponents that were generally upheld by the dragon clan.

Their first meeting was on a volcanic mountain top. Dragon clan members are naturally drawn to volcanic areas, so Ryoma was just wandering a little further from home than usual, mostly just trying to clear his head. Victoria was traveling Japan at the time, again just taking in the scenery, enjoying a little bit of danger, when their paths crossed. The way I’ve pictured it in my head, I’ve described as very similar to Sakyo and Shinobu’s first battle. They lock eyes and almost immediately recognize each other as bladers both understanding that they’re about to battle. The battle itself I still haven’t decided concretely on the results of but the important take away is that they’re evenly matched, and both of them leave it very fascinated with each other. Ryoma is still very gruff and closed off at the time, so rather than lingering for long, turns to walk away. Victoria asks if she’ll meet him again, and Ryoma assures that she will.

And lo and behold, she does. They meet and battle several more times after that. At first, Ryoma thinks that maybe this is the destiny he was meant to follow, that she is his ultimate rival that he was destined to defeat/surpass, but gradually, the more they battle, the more they learn about each other as well. And eventually, it’s Victoria who first suggests that the two just. Talk. Hang out a bit. And they do. And it’s foreign to Ryoma. He’s not used to casual dynamics. He’s not used to feeling comfortable with someone else. But Victoria’s been steadily chipping at his walls and he’s welcoming this. For Victoria’s part, this is the most attached she’s ever been to anyone she’s met while traveling, but something about Ryoma keeps drawing her back in.

Ryoma doesnt disclose much about himself or the clan specifically, but as they do start becoming closer, and eventually falling in love, he does let her in on a little bit about his family being overbearing and disapproving of their relationship. Victoria doesn’t fully understand the extent of this and gives the best advice she can, and eventually, Ryoma ends up gaining the confidence to fully run away with her. It’s the most free he’s ever felt and it’s the first major step into allowing himself to become more of a person.

Their domestic life together is very comfortable. It has its bumps, especially at the end, but for what there is, it’s the best thing either of them have had in their lives. Both of them work together to take care of themselves and each other more, which is what eventually leads up to them having Sakyo. Ryoma loves him more than anything in the world, and is so relieved that he can give his son a better upbringing he had without the same expectations of the dragon clan (dramatic irony and all that haha). Both him and Victoria are such loving, hardworking parents who truly wish nothing more than to give their son the world.

I’ve already said a lot and it’s hard to go further from here without getting angsty ahshshd. I will say, in the manga-compliant version, Victoria, still alive, is very proud of her son and heavily encourages him to pursue both ballet and beyblade. She sees a lot of her younger self in him and holds great faith that in letting him go off on his own (with takanosuke)(I’m very quickly making childhood friend hcs about manga takasakyo bc there’s nothing stopping me now), he’ll be able to build similar strong, important connections as well.

IM REALLY WRITING TOO MUCH AND I PROMISE IM GONNA WRAP IT UP SOON but the one other thing I wanted to mention is that I do have a slightly less angsty au for Victoria and Ryoma where they meet as teens instead of adults. In this version, I think Victoria is able to more quickly get Ryoma to open up and break away from the dragon clan before their toxic ideals get fully ingrained into him, and it gives him more of an opportunity to be a kid and be able to enjoy his life more and I just think it’s very sweet and comforting. here’s some doods I’ve made of them bc I love them <3

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

I just realized how much I love cathie bc I literally read like posts of yours unprompted with so much info, I didn't even realize how much I read until I finally caught myself giggling and kicking my feet🧍🏻‍♀️

Anyways would you mind👉🏻👈🏻 telling me👉🏻👈🏻 how was their first date?👉🏻👈🏻 or their first kiss?👉🏻👈🏻 or mayhaps both?👉🏻👈🏻

Hello Mah! ☆

Ahhhh it makes me so happy that you love Cathie!! ♡♡♡ I honestly can't believe how many people like my OC x Canon and wanna hear about them, I appreciate it so much!! I'm so happy and grateful ♡

OH MY GOSH I got so excited when I saw your ask!! Cathie first date, Cathie first kiss!!! Ahhhhhh this is gonna be so fun to talk about!! ♡

Cathie First Date:

As much as I know Cater would be thinking and debating on where to go for their first date (looking online and asking others for recommendations), they would end up going where they would usually go, and that place would end up being considered "their spot" It's a small Japanese restaurant, a cozy place with food that suits both of their tastes. For Cater, not only do they have the spicy ramen he loves, but they also have a "spice challenge", every week adding a new spicy dish to their menu (for a limited time) to see who can take the heat! For Ruthie, they have a variety of parfaits and desserts that are not only sweet, but adorable too, ranging in different designs and flavors. (Of course, she gets regular food too. She doesn't just eat sweets lol) I'm going to describe what they're wearing cause I have imagined this so much (Not just for their first date but what they'd wear on dates in general) Cater is in a stylish, baggy fit. Oversized hoodie, either loose fit pants or denim jeans, his hair like how he has it in his club wear card. Ughhh he'd look so good ♡ Ruthie is in a cute, dressy casual look. A knee length sleeveless floral dress, a cardigan on top to cover her arms, her hair half up half down. She'd look so good ahhhh ♡ Since they're so used to hanging out and spending time together, their first date was very natural, no stress or awkwardness to worry about. It was essentially the same as usual, except with the addition of more physical affection, romantic gestures/language, and kisses ♡ Speaking of kisses...

Cathie First Kiss:

Their first kiss happens on their first date, when Cater feels the urge to kiss her and realizes he actually can kiss her, he doesn't just have to long for it like he always had. They were walking down the street, on their way to the restaurant. They were making conversation as they walked, Cater looking down at Ruthie holding onto his arm. Ruthie meets his eyes once she realized he was staring, smiling up at him. Cater slowly comes to a stop, Ruthie wondering if something was wrong as he shifts, placing a hand on her cheek as he leans down. The kiss is gentle at first but filled with longing, Ruthie catching herself as she takes a slight step back, knees weak. Cater follows her, his lips never leaving hers as she lets go of his arm, moving to wrap her arms around his neck. With his other arm now free he moves to wrap it around her waist, neither breaking the kiss until they were out of breath. His lips would be shiny and slightly pink due to her lip gloss, her own lips smudged. She would be in a daze for a moment, before pulling him down for another ♡

Ahhhhh thank you again Mah!

This was so much fun to talk about!! I love Cathie so much!! ♡♡

Thank you! ♡

[itsonlydana]

foolish bff to lovers mayhaps?

"I'm falling in love with your favorite song" ➷ Foolish

➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader

➛ request/idea: It's never easy to develop feelings for your best friend, something you had to learn the hard way after you and Foolish went to the school dance as a joke. But at one of George's house parties, you have to ask yourself what's worse: never finding out if it could have turned into something, or putting your friendship at risk by jumping into the unknown?

➛ word count: 6k+

➛ tags/warnings: college!au, mention of alcohol but all main characters are sober, swearing, fluff, some anxiety about love, suggestive themes, dancing together/ ft: dream team, sbi and other familiar faces

➛ an: No idea when i answered a request with such a long fic, had fun writing it tho! I used this song (dance with somebody by mando dio) as inspiration since i can't get it out of my head. As always we have style-icon Eret, because there isn't a fic of mine where he isn't one (the streamer awards by qt speak for themselves), and football player Foolish as the best friend who is a bit more than that.

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are always appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing, especially when it comes to longer fics like this one <3

You should have known from the beginning that one of your two best friends, Eret, was up to something, and most likely to no good. Normally and to everyone else, he and his expression were unreadable, even more so when he didn't want to share his thoughts with the world, so when he picked you up for George and his closest friends Dream and Sapnap's house party, and you opened the door to the biggest grin in the world, you should have been skeptical.

But you pushed aside all doubts of his surely only pure intentions of distraction and celebration of the last exam at the anticipation of an evening far from your school material, with which you struggled for weeks to prepare for your now finished exams.

As before every party, the afternoon consisted of mostly chit-chat about the last days of school while Eret made himself comfortable on your bed and helped you decide on an outfit while painting his nails black with white, french tips. This time he had opted for black cloth pants with a high waist and long wide legs, and a sleeveless white blouse with a deep neckline, to which he wore shiny black docs; a "casual" outfit, as he had mentioned in a passing sentence. Yeah right, casual.. -for Eret, it might have been casual, others would break out those clothes for a trip to the opera or an important meeting, and not for a college party where spilling drinks was bound to happen.

After you too had found something you'd not only feel comfortable in for the rest of the evening but also one that looked "damn hot" according to Eret's whistling, you had posed in your mirror, decorated with many polaroid pictures, one last time for a photo and had headed out.

sIt was a warm summer night, the chirping of crickets in the gardens accompanied you on the walk from your house down the street towards George's. You didn't know when you last caught an evening like this in the last few weeks, every day had been filled with books and study notes for exams, but now that you had that behind you, you wanted to get back to enjoying life, summer and all that this time brought.

"I think I want to do something outside of my comfort zone today," you surprised yourself by stating your thoughts directly. Normally -even in Eret's company- you preferred to think everything over before you rode yourself into some crap, like that one time you had accidentally agreed too quickly to an evening you regretted afterward. Yeah, you definitely didn't want to go through that again.

Eret seemed puzzled as well, then a grin spread across his face like you had seen it a few hours ago. You couldn't place it there, but now that he looked like he knew something you didn't, you first noticed the mischievousness in his eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

Slightly skeptical, you eyed him. "Yeaaah?" you drawled out the word, your excitement and genuine enthusiasm beginning to wane, making you think three times about whether you still stood behind your words. "Why?" you pecked because Eret didn't look like he was going to share his thoughts directly with you.

The bastard lived on the control he had over people, thanks to his mysterious nature. You loved him, in a friendly way, but sometimes you wanted to pull his ears when he kept something from you and waited for you to try getting it out of him.

Eret slowed his steps so you could keep up better and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. "What did you have in mind?"

His question sounded so innocent, so well-behaved as if he actually wanted to hear your plans, but you knew full well that he was just waiting for the perfect moment, preferably one where you weren't prepared for it, to drop the bombshell of information that was so clearly on the tip of his tongue. He might have been able to fool others, but you were always prepared after the many years of friendship.

You quickly went through all the typical college must-do moments that the other party people always talked about. "I don't know, maybe I'll jump in the pool with my clothes on or run away from the cops," you cringed even at the ideas that had first occurred to you, because first, you would never jump in a pool where half of the attendees had probably already dumped their alcohol, and second, George's friend Bad's dad was a cop, which meant no cops would be crashing the party like in the movies either.

It was at that moment, though, while you were still stuck in your thoughts, that Eret's grin fell and he sighed without batting an eye. "Oh, and I thought you were finally going to tell Foolish about your feelings."

You almost tripped over your own feet and would have most likely made acquaintance with the hard floor rather than your brain would have followed along and processed Eret's words, but fortunately, it didn't even come to that, because Eret put an arm around your shoulders.

"You know," he began, while you were still searching for your tongue. "There's nothing that screams 'out of my comfort zone and college party moment' more than the long-anticipated conversation between two blind best friends who are too stubborn to talk about their feelings."

"Excuse me?" you gasped. He'd done it. Eret had actually managed to bring up the one subject you were usually always armed for, asking the one question you usually could, wanted, and would avoid!

Of course Foolish wasn't a taboo subject between you, he was part of your trio and your best friend since kindergarten. However, your feelings for him were something completely different, they were silenced by you and revived by Eret, because he was firmly convinced that he would reciprocate them. Total nonsense, in your opinion. It was absolutely impossible that Foolish had fallen in love with you too. With you it had been unintentional, an accident, to be exact. When Foolish had asked you to the prom last year, you had both agreed you would go as friends, at most as a fake date to cause a bit of chaos and not asked by others.

No feelings other than friendship, you had both agreed on that.

The only pity was that your brain and heart hadn't gotten along well once the first slow dance was called, and suddenly you'd seen him with very different eyes.

"I'm serious, (y/n)" Eret took his arm back to wave at a group of teenagers on bicycles who rode past you, the crates and bottles in their baskets jingling at the dramatic serpentine lines they lightheartedly made across the street, saying quite a bit about the party you would be joining as well.

"How long are you going to sigh to yourself and do nothing about it?" he asked you once the boys were out of earshot.

Slightly miffed, you snorted. "I am doing something about it!" you protested.

"Crying about romance movies and books while you read a guidebook on: how do I fall out of love isn't helpful, it's avoiding the issue."

You turned your head from the floor to Eret, your lips slightly parted in renewed protest and a hint of anger that he was now using your evening routine, which you had entrusted to him, against you.

He beat you to it though, shaking his head, "I'm just saying. Neither of you will ever be happy if you two keep sneaking around each other. Why don't you take your chance today, talk to him. You know Foolish will never mean you any harm if you confide in him."

As usual, you ignored every part where he talked about Foolish's feelings. Eret did that more often, saying "you two" or "sneaking around each other" or telling you something about "not unrequited." Yes yes, Eret could drill for a long time, you wouldn't fall for such tricks.

The rest of the way you chewed on his words like an old piece of chewing gum, they were tough and left a funny taste of "maybe he's right" in your mouth, while Eret himself kept the conversation alive. Fortunately, he dropped the "Foolish" topic and instead talked about how lucky George was, after all, because his parents regularly flew back to their home in England for their business, thus leaving the boy in charge of the entire house. None of the parties their son and his friends threw every time they put their feet out of the threshold interested them, they were so relaxed.

And George organized many parties, well his best friends Sapnap and Dream did it and the brit let them do it, as long as everything was cleaned up at the end.

Their trio resembled that of your friend group.

Dream, like Eret, was the emotional support to whom you could always complain about anything and be sure they wouldn't tell anyone. Both would throw everything down if you needed help, mostly this was used by Sapnap and Foolish.

The two seemed to share a brain cell at times, from what you heard at the parties or from their football practice. Sometimes you would sit with Eret for a relaxing movie night, until suddenly the phone would ring and Foolish would end up hesitantly asking how to -purely theoretically- get a bicycle out of a tree.

Then there was you and George. Most of the time you were rather quieter, matching your energy to that of the people around you and helping Dream and Eret help your idiot friends out of clumsy, ill-conceived situations.

Except you'd never regularly throw parties at your place like the ones George did and planned. Things never really went right, the mess spread to every inch of the property and the hours it took to clean up afterward alone were hours you could spend in your bed.

The loud music could be heard almost a whole block before, some typical party song with lots of instrumentals and similar lyrics about the many freedoms of summer and even though 90% of the songs on the radio right now sounded almost exactly like this one, you couldn't help but bob your head a little.

That must have been the magic of these songs, they got the adrenaline pumping through your veins and you believed time would be yours forever if you just kept singing and dancing along.

Eret's steps became bouncier as well, making you pick up the pace to keep up with the much taller one.

George's house was at the end of the street and if you wondered why none of the neighbors complained about the more than loud music, it was because they were all there. Even on the street itself, teenagers and young adults were standing together in groups, drinking beer and smoking. Some were riding around on their skateboards, sitting in open trunks or cargo areas of the cars that had parked up the entire turning circle in front of George's house.

You were glad to be out with Eret, because not only was he the perfect companion through the crowd thanks to his size, but he seemed to know everyone enough that they made room for you, greeted you, or even offered you a ride back, for which Eret thanked you with a laugh while already pushing you along in front of him.

It took you a while to get from the street to the house itself, constantly being stopped on all sides, many more plans for the summer made than there was time for, and many more promises of reunion made than could be kept.

In the front yard, you ran a zigzag course around the many bikes tossed onto the lawn and squeezed past a group of juniors sitting on the porch who were just happy to be there, even if they weren't allowed in the house. It had once been a joke that George's parents should declare the house the English Embassy so that people could follow the English Protection Act on the property, which allowed drinking over 16, but in the end, that was just always that: a joke.

And one of the two big rules for George's parties:

no high schoolers were allowed in the house

anyone who breaks anything gets kicked out

Sapnap also once wanted to kick out anyone who beat him at beer pong, but the rule was quickly scrapped by Dream after a series of losses and some heated discussion.

Both rules were strictly supervised by the group and so the younger ones were always sitting around outside or in the garden behind the house. Usually Bad or Callahan would stand at the front door and control who was allowed in and who wasn't, but as you climbed up the porch today, you encountered two familiar faces.

"Techno! Phil!" you exclaimed at the sight of the two siblings in the doorway, and joyfully you took two steps at once.

"Hey mate!", Phil, the older of the two greeted you and Techno nodded at you too with a friendly smile.

Despite the few words, you were pulled into a short hug by both of them, but it didn't last long, as one of the younger ones used the moment to rush past you into the house, whereupon Techno just smiled back at you before running after the boy.

Phil laughed as the cheers of the guests could be heard from inside, a chorus of "Techno! Techno! Techno!" resounded over the music, commenting on the pink-haired man's chase of his latest victim.

Techno and Phil were the older siblings of one of your friends Wilbur and had graduated last year. After that, the two of them had moved farther away to go to a university where they were both now studying history. Although Techno and Will were twins, the pink-haired one and Phil had always been closer, and you'd hardly seen them apart even in school. So you weren't surprised to see them here at the door as bouncers, there was something very very intimidating about them both when you didn't know them personally, but only from stories. Stories that Will exaggerated a lot most of the time, but that had only helped with their reputation.

While Eret lapsed into a conversation about college, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly typed a message to Foolish.

You: standing outside at georges. U there yet?

Foosh <3: WINNING BEER PONG RN COME IN TO LIVING ROOM

You shook your head with a grin at his message, the accidental capitalization and disregard for any comma placement was nothing new in the communication with your other best friend. Foolish had said several times that he had far too little time for meticulous grammar when you two were so on the same wavelength that you always knew exactly what he was going to say.

Since Eret was still talking to Phil about his university and its offerings, you just tapped him lightly. "I'm going in already, okay? Foolish says he's in the living room if you're looking for us," you let him know and then turned to Phil: "It's really nice to have you and Techno here again. I'm sure we'll see each other a time or two today!"

You pushed past Phil into the house and immediately the whole atmosphere changed. Apart from the fact that you already had to weave your way through the people in the entrance hall, which seemed a hundred times harder without Eret, the house looked more like a nightclub in the light of the many lanterns and LED lights than the friendly family home with the large open windows, the family photos and the freshly baked treats that George's mother provided at study dates before exams. You passed the kitchen first, where an array of snacks, store-bought but also a great many homemade, lay ready on the large kitchen island. The kitchen seemed a bit quieter, with people sitting on the counters and chatting.

You kept walking, cell phone clutched to your chest so you had a quick excuse if someone approached you that you didn't want to start a conversation with. Luckily, you got through to the living room easier than you did through the entryway, even though you felt like you were stuck to the floor, no sooner did your searching eyes find Foolish.

It wasn't hard to find him, the beer pong table was in both the loudest and most crowded corner of the large living room, probably thanks to the football team playing. As always, the guys had the attention of all the girls, who were standing around the table in flocks, just waiting to catch one of the glances with their giggles, or even to be approached. You could understand them somewhere, the football team was really attractive.

At one side of the table, Dream, Sapnap, Quackity and Bad were dueling with Sam, Puffy (the only girl on the football team), Ponk and, of course, Foolish, who was currently holding the white ping-pong ball between his thumb, index and middle fingers in high concentration and aiming for the last red cup on the opposing side. Sapnap was facing him, a white bandana holding his brown hair out of his face so that he wouldn't miss Foolish's throw by a distracting strand of hair, and his dark eyes were fixed on your best friend.

There were still 5 full cups on the table by Foolish's side, while there was only the one last one on the other, which Sapnap was trying to defend with his life. You wandered over to the table, expecting Foolish to finish the game so you could say hello to him, but it turned out differently. Foolish's previously focused gaze shifted as you stepped closer to the table, nearly black eyes darting to you the moment Foolish cocked his arm, let it shoot forward and let go of the ball.

He smiled at you until the white ball flew just past the edge of the red cup and was knocked away by Sapnap. The smile didn't last, Sapnap's team cheered at the blown chance of a win and Foolish's head snapped back into play.

You, however, were back on cloud nine. That smile, albeit brief, would drive you out of your mind!

With a sigh, you turned away from the table and the crowd and, with the cheers of Sapnap hitting a ball behind you, walked to the long gray sofa at the other end of the room. You were joined by two boys you didn't know and a couple engaged in a heated make-out session, allowing you to sink into your thoughts undisturbed as you continued to watch the game from a distance.

After a while of just watching Foolish's team lose cup after cup, someone dropped down on the couch next to you with a groan. You didn't have to look to the side, you felt the meaningful, slightly appraising look.

"Well, what does Phil say about-"

"What would you do if Foolish found someone else?", Eret interrupted you. Your head sure did snap around now, nervous eyes darting over Eret's serious face. "What would you do if Foolish met someone today?" he repeated his question as you just looked at him with your mouth slightly open.

"I...I don't know. Eret, why would you ask me something like that?"

The brunette shook his head. "You can't talk your way out of this one with I don't know. You know the answer, you know how you feel. Let me ask you again, what would you do if you came back to school at the end of the summer and Foolish was there cozying up to a partner at the lockers?"

You lapse into silence, in pure protest because you didn't want to answer him to such a stupid question, and because your mind was projecting thousands of painful images to that stupid question.

You saw the hallway of the school in front of you, feeling the excitement and nervousness of being once again back in the classrooms after a liberating summer, instead of spending time outside. Then you saw Foolish, leaning against the blue lockers he usually waited in front of to escort you to your class, but he wasn't standing alone. Leaning against your locker was another person, someone clearly more popular and handsome, with your best friend's jacket tied around their hips.

You bit your lower lip until it was about to pop open and looked away from the image into Eret's warm eyes. "Why not me? I would wonder why this isn't me and wish to be in this place," your voice didn't really sound like yourself, lost was the excited zest in your words and you were a little annoyed at this mood kill from Eret. "You're such a killjoy, Eret," you cursed your best friend. "Couldn't I have just enjoyed the party and forgotten about that stupid crush for once? It brings me nothing but heartache and shitty rhetoric questions don't really help me get over him."

"But you don't want to get over him at all." Eret soothingly put a hand on your thigh, thus stopping the up and down bobbing of your leg, which you had started oblivious to. "You asked yourself why you couldn´t be the person with him, so you're already hoping for something out of your crush."

You snorted. "At most, that it will disappear soon."

You almost thought you heard an "Unbelievable you two" from Eret's murmurs, but the loud music and cheering from the beer pong table quickly drew your attention back to the other side of the room.

There stood Foolish, or rather there he was leaping straight up into the air, hands clenched into fists in a victory pose as if he was about to hit the ceiling and was then lifted up by a screaming Sam holding onto his middle.

You couldn't help but grin, Foolish laughing loudly and heartily at their team's victory and jumping up and down so joyously, arms wrapped around his friends; his energy just infected you along with it, even if you had been thinking about heartbreak until a few seconds ago.

That was probably the other side of the coin, the benefit of your crush. Foolish's cheerful outlook on life, as well as his enthusiasm for even the tiniest things that others wouldn't even give a second thought, made you thrilled, too. There was nothing that cheered you up more after a day than walking around with Foolish, listening to him rave about the architecture of the houses, and then completely forget what he was talking about in the next second because a dog came towards you, which of course he had to pet.

All he had to do was smile at you, and you wouldn't even care if the world ended in front of you.

His laughter lit up not only the room, but your soul like nothing had ever done before.

Your sudden change of mood didn't escape Eret's notice either, as he had only quietly watched your whole posture relax, barely having looked at Foolish, everything about you had loosened up and any tension from before had fallen off, disappeared from the face of the earth, solely through a smile.

His hand, still on your thigh, patted your leg as Foolish hugged his friends one last time, giving a pissed off looking Sapnap a thumbs up and a "Maybe next time" before pushing two girls aside, his target: you guys, more likely you. Eret wasn't even sure if Foolish had noticed him at all.

Eret leaned toward you, placing his other hand on your glowing cheeks. "You'll never find out if it could have been you if you don't risk it, darling," he said softly enough that it could be swallowed by the music, but you heard his every word despite the bass and the loud pounding of your heart in your ears.

"I don't want to mess anything up," your voice broke, so softly you whispered your fears as you continued to smile at the approaching Foolish.

The hand on your cheek stroked your burning skin, the cool gold of Eret's many rings sending a pleasant and soothing chill through you, drawing you into the touch. Then Eret breathed a gentle kiss on your cheek, light as a feather and at the same time with so much strength behind it that for a moment no worries could get through to you and your best friend.

"You won't mess anything up," Eret reassured you, lips painted with lip gloss leaving a cool imprint on your skin.

You turned your head to him, watching as he stood up and then smiled, smearing away the remnants of pink lip gloss with his thumb.

Foolish had finally made his way over to you, his grin and euphoric aura of victory radiating off him, not even a little bit shaken by the threat thrown after him by Sapnap to kick him out for cheating -how can you even cheat at beer pong?!-.

He had just arrived at the couch when Eret turned around, only a cloud of sweet perfume and the slow onset of his words were signs that he had been there, at which point he had disappeared into the crowd, his curly brown head bobbing above the heads of the others in the direction of the kitchen.

You didn't have a moment to think about his words, in a whirlwind of a stormy greeting and overlapping sentences spoken far too quickly from, "Did you see my last throw? We won with that!" to "I'm so glad you're here! Techno and Phil are here too, did you meet them at the door?" and "I like your outfit, did you do something with your hair? It's all sparkly!" came upon you just as surprisingly, yet not unwantedly, as Foolish himself.

Hastily he dropped onto the couch next to you, only a few millimeters lay between your legs and all you had to do was move your hand slightly to the side and your fingertips would have touched, and put an arm behind you on the backrest. Dark brown, nearly black eyes sparkled at you overjoyed, his chest still rising rapidly at his quick breaths.

You waited until he paused to catch his breath. "I didn't see the throw, unfortunately, but I'm sure it was fantastic! And certainly better than the one I saw when I came in," at your teasing nudge to his side, a slight blush spread to the tips of Foolish's ears and he turned his chin away from you, mumbling something unintelligible. It looked incredibly cute, almost twisting your thoughts, but you quickly tried to stop that. Distractedly, you pressed your knee against his thigh, "And Sapnap didn't kick you out? You seem to have really kicked their asses in the beginning."

"Oh, you should have seen us!" laughed Foolish enthusiastically "I hit the first ball right away, just like Puffy and Sam. Quackity threw so badly at that game that I didn't even have to drink. Shortly after you wrote me I broke my high score of 4 hits in a row, I guess you are and will always be my lucky charm"

Lucky charm, a word that basically spoke for itself, and yet there was much more to it than others might suspect. The first time the name had come up was when you had accompanied Foolish to a football game, whereupon the team, stuck in a losing streak, seemed to have found new strength, for they won the game by a landslide.

After that, Foolish had begun to attribute any good fortune that happened to him around you to you, an A on a test he hadn't studied for, a postponed paper he had forgotten, a found bill he had taken you out for ice cream with afterward and you had enjoyed a refreshing fruit ice cream over the nice weather.

While Foolish kept talking about the party, the summer, the sloping roof of a house two streets away, and about Sapnap's frustration about losing, and you kept interjecting "yes", "ah i know what you mean", "mhm!", you slid deeper into the back of the seat and thus closer into Foolish's open side. You didn't notice much of that, your thoughts were centered around Foolish's beaming face, the way he emphasized everything with his hands and the passion behind every single word. He could have lectured you on math, if he did it as enthusiastically as he was doing it now, you were sure you would hang on his lips even under the circumstances of the hated subject.

It was no good hanging on his lips. It happened automatically, when he pronounced a word in a special way or his tongue moistened the lips dried from speaking your eyes automatically fell on his mouth, wandered over the pink, curved lips in a certain longing for closeness. You couldn't help it, your body and brain had detached themselves from rationality.

Damn it Eret, what kind of madness have you put in my head? you asked yourself as you caught yourself staring at Foolish's lips again, Eret's encouraging words now a mockery of your childish feelings over which you had lost all control. Before that night, you had always been well able to contain it all, to ignore that turmoil in your stomach when Foolish was present, and you certainly wouldn't have allowed yourself to so obviously fall prey to those nagging thoughts and hopes.

Although you didn't have any rational thoughts while listening, you knew exactly how dangerous it could become if the two of you continued to squat on each other here and not join the party. After all, you were here to party, to let go, and not to sit on the couch all evening pining over a love with no prospect of reciprocation.

In keeping with your decision to suppress your feelings, as usual, the song echoing through the house ended, of which you hadn't even noticed that it had drawn a large portion of the guests down to you and now significantly more young people were standing pressed together, singing along loudly to the music, and the melody faded into another one that was very familiar to you.

Your eyes opened wide, as did your lips, as you grabbed Foolish's hand, gasping for air, and shouting "Oh my God Foolish we have to dance!" you dragged him up off the couch. Laughing, he followed you, his warm hand in yours and close on your heels, as otherwise you would surely have gotten lost in the thickening crowd.

You found your place quite centrally, a narrow gap that practically forced you to stand chest to chest, but you were still firmly convinced it wouldn't matter to you, after all you had often danced close together as friends.

The people around you began to sing along with the lyrics, a wave of electric tension settled over the room smoky from a fog machine that had suddenly started and the smell mixed with that of sweat, alcohol and despite these infusions, you could only smell Foolish. His perfume was not really strong, it reminded you of trips to nature where you talked about God and the world, summer nights like this one where you walked an extra detour through the gardens after parties and fir trees where you used to climb up. It took over your senses, and with every breath, you became dizzier in the most delightful way.

Someone turned the music up louder, how that even worked at the previous volume was a wonder to you, but you immediately felt the effect the now floor-shaking bass had on everyone. The chorus became louder as well, bodies pressed against each other, crouching slightly to feel the dramatically rising song, and when a push in your back pushed you right up against Foolish and his hands placed themselves on your hips as if of their own accord, you were too immersed in singing along to think twice about it.

Foolish swayed along with the music, chest pressed to chest, your heartbeat one with the fast beat of the song.

The dance was different than usual, more intimate, closer, more willing than it should be, had the right to be. Every fiber of your body yearned for the feeling of being in his arms forever, and in a moment when Foolish pressed his forehead against yours, black eyes blazing with the white flickering lights of the room dancing along with you, focused on you alone, and you were held by his hands in a way so possessive you thought the world would never stop spinning, the urge to be his burned away any worries.

You wanted to be the person standing with him at the lockers after summer, his jacket against your body and your heart in his hands.

It was his dilated pupils as you wrapped your arms around his neck and the brief falter in the text before he caught himself again that made you braver.

You won't mess up

The way you and Foolish had initially bonded over enthusiastic conversations about architecture and coffee-infused nights of almost-forgotten school projects always had a special, platonic, and loving place in your memories and in your heart, but your closeness now, albeit in the heated arms of a balmy summer night and the overflowing influences of a student party, was a different ardency all altogether, much more intimate and deeper in a way that you couldn't help but tilt your head slightly closer to him, guided by that brewing feeling inside you. Your lips lightly brushed his before you pulled back, if only enough to look into his onyx eyes, eyes that silently yet so clearly screamed at you to get closer to him again.

There it was. The clear threshold between friendship and something more, which you were usually afraid of. One step over it and there would be no turning back, not for you or your heart.

His breath met your slightly parted lips with heat. Foolish looked at you intensely, his grip loosening as if to give you the chance to break away from him. He leaned to your side, pressed his mouth to your ear and his voice, rough from singing chased a pleasant shiver over your body. "I think I just fell in love with your favorite song" Foolish laughed "Ironic isn't it?" Even if his words sounded sarcastic, there wasn't a bit of evil behind them, if it was uncertainty. "I think, no I know that I fell in love with that song because you always seem to be another person when you hear it. You are... I will sound stupid so please don't laugh. When that song comes on you are happy, without a care for anything else going on. That's why I put it more than ten times in the playlist that George send around."

Surprised, you turned your head so you could look at him again. The butterflies in your stomach turned into fireworks, exploding at the loving gesture, which you had not expected. That Foolish had even noticed how much you liked the song was news to you, although it might explain why it had been played at every party so far. Had that all been him? Had Eret, that mysterious bastard actually been right and the two of you had been blindly prancing around each other without even once thinking of the possibility that the other might feel the same way? Great, you felt pretty stupid, even if those thoughts were quickly dispelled by a pair of lips at the corner of your mouth.

Your breath caught in your throat. "I wish I had some liquid courage for this, though I'm intoxicated by your mere proximity," Foolish continued talking, caught in his typical flow of speech "You're my best friend, and without you, life is boring and dull, you're like a drug I take to see the world in its most beautiful colors. You know what I mean? You make my head spin, I don't know what to think when you enter the room. Even just now I dropped the ball because you suddenly stood in the room and looked so incredibly good- you still and actually always look good."

His tongue ran across his lips nervously once more.

"If you say no, I understand and I'll never ask again, but I want to kiss you so bad right now"

Your foot hovered over the threshold.

"Do it" you shouted over the music and Foolish sped forward. Your lips met in an explosion from the loud singing of people continuing to dance, all completely blind to the fact that your lives had just completely changed.

The threshold of friendship had been behind you for quite some time, it was only now that you had finally been able to see it.

tagging: @icarusthefoolish

[pockcock]

for the A-Z headcanons...

S for levi and reiner 🤤

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST <3333 I'm sorry it's taking so long :((

dirty a-z headcanon game (aot)

MINORS DNI

Levi Ackerman and Reiner Braun & Sleepy

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

Levi Ackerman

Levi. Send tweet.

Levi. Send tweet.

Isayama himself said that Levi sleeps only for 2-3 hours a day

That changed when he started eating you out before he sleeps

We all know Levi is a clean freak

But this man eats you, sorry DEVOURS YOU

He is not gonna let you cum so soon

Quote "I'm the kind of person who saves the best bite for last."

He will eat you out like it's his last day on earth

His tongue goes in your wet hole and he hums to vibrate it

HE WANTS TO HEAR YOU BEG

"Levi, p-please! I can't handle it anymore! Please!"

How can you expect him to stay calm after hearing your sweet moans?

He replaces his tongue with his long fingers

This man knows your sweet spot like the back of his hand and you don't know how he does it

Whenever his fingers come into contact with your walls, they find it

It's like a reflex for him

I don't feel like he would talk a lot since he is busy getting drunk on you

He is the type of man who gets pleasure from your pleasure

The king <3

When you cum, he wants you to crush his head with your thighs

He licks his lips after he is done with you, chin glistening with your juices but he doesn't care

He likes sleeping on top of you, nose buried into the crook of your neck

His "I love you"s are caressing your cheek with his thumb until he sleeps

Levi gets so emotional after a very heated moment

Mornings with him... whole another story

Wanna see him begging, trembling, shaking?

Suck. Him. Off.

Slowly go down on him by kissing, starts from his forehead to his neck, then his collarbones and his v-line

"uh-brat..."

Don't mind him, he doesn't like cute pet names

Maybe "baby"?

Mayhaps

Kiss his balls and let him show you the sound of the gods

His usual deep voice becomes soft and high pitched once he gets close

"Fuck!"

He doesn't say much but you know how close he is by the buckling of his hips

Ah, this man

Pushes himself all the way down when he cums so he doesn't make a mess

And THIS BITCH

If you're late, he'll fuck you

Oh boy he is a smug

"It's your fault."

He marks visible areas and makes sure you can't cover his mark

You're wearing a lowcut? Your chest. A regular shirt? Your neck. Sleeveless turtleneck? Your shoulders.

He just loves you.

Reiner Braun

King of sleepy sex

Soft boy calling you "dove" in the mornings

He is a war chief and you're warrior so don't expect week-day-sex

Saturday mornings and nights

Sunday mornings

He loves Sunday mornings

Sun kissing your skin with a golden color

He would giggle seeing you scrunch your face with discomfort to the feeling of the sun

"Close the blinds...."

"Morning to you too, dove."

Leaning on his elbow, his fist under his chin, Reiner watches you waking up

He pulls your hair away from your face

HIS SMILE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He kisses your lips, mumbling sweet nothings

Mostly pet names

"Lovebird"

"Budgie"

His fave is "Dove"

His fingers drawing circles on your arm

Then he holds your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing softly

Everything is just soft with Reiner

You don't even realize he put a finger in you

"So wet, so soft, so warm... Just for me."

He loves putting your panties aside and sliding in

The sound he makes....

You both are too sleepy to pick a better position so you stick with missionary (but he can put you in 7 positions for 70 minutes too)

His cock is so good

His thrusts become more erratic as he frees himself from the sweet arms of sleep

"Reiner!"

He would do anything for your scream

He loves your scream, please be louder

He hits your cervix. every. single. damn. time.

He likes seeing your eyes rolled back

He'll make you cum with him, he likes it better that way

His morning voice is now raspier and huskier with arousal

He growls when he cums inside of you

Prepare yourself for a nice bath afterward

He'll clean you up

He'll hug you tight

Your back to his chest, he is in love

He'd do anything for you

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i'm not sure if you're still taking requests (and if not that's perfectly fine! i know you've already got your hands full as is with so many prompts) but if you ever have the time or interest, perhaps i might request Ye Old Elezen Hubs + Hien + Zenos with a strong fem WoL who unintentionally flexes? Like. They take their shirt off: flex. They pick up a box: flex. They get out of a primal fight with the sleeves torn to shit because Flex. Lyse may or may not have called them Swol Wol once.

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Aymeric

The warrior blinks down at the long rectangular box that Aymeric had set in front of them.

"For me?" They ask, lifting the lid. Inside is a long pair of gloves very much similar to the pair that Aymeric wore himself.

"Gloves?"

Aymeric clears his throat, leaning forward with steepled fingers as he watches them with that intense gaze. "Aye. You did say you liked them, did you not?"

"First a cloak similar to yours, and now gloves as well?" They chuckle. "Are you marking your territory by dressing me in your fashion, good Ser?"

Aymeric ducks his head, lips quirking with his bashful laugh. "Ah, forgive me that. I only thought you might look fetching in them. Are they not to your taste? If not..."

They shake their head and whip off their long sleeved shirt, leaving them only in their sleeveless undershirt— layering was necessary in these cold climes—and pluck a glove from the box to slide up over their hand. The fabric is soft but warm, molding to the curve of their musculature perfectly. They admire the one for a moment, twisting their wrist and bending their arm, and decide to try on the other as well.

A shadow blocks out the light and they look up to find Aymeric intimately close.

"May I?" He asks in a voice pitched low, extending his hands out towards you.

They nod their head, a smile quirking their lips at the flush on his face and the gleam in his eye, and place their hands in his.

Aymeric exhales noisily, and they do not miss the way his hands faintly tremble as he drags his fingers up from theirs, skimming ticklishly at the undersides of their arms before curling over to squeeze at their biceps. The gloves fit to them perfectly, snug, form fitting, and doing much to bring attention to how toned their arms are.

"They...," the Lord Commander's voice cracks and he clears his throat, "They suit you very much."

He has yet to let go. His palms lingering curved over their arms, and fingers still very much kneading at their muscles like a cat with pleasing finery under their paws.

The warrior smiles slow. "I think they require more testing, my lord."

Aymeric's lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them, those blue eyes bright behind unfairly long and pretty lashes. "Do you?"

"Oh yes. Shall we put them to the test?"

...

Estinien

"You call this hard, Estinien?" The warrior teases, laughing.

Estinien grunts from his spot on top of them. "Keep going. I didn't say you could stop."

They sigh, and keep going. Up, down. Up, down. "How much longer?" They ask, a little cheeky. And mayhap just a tad bored.

"Until I say to stop," Estinien replies, his tone of voice telling enough that they were beginning to frustrate him.

The warrior rolls their eyes, sighing. "I'm hardly working up a sweat."

"You want more difficulty?" Estinien grouses. "You can only use one hand now."

They roll their eyes on with even more feeling. "What? Like it's hard?"

Estinien growls. "One finger."

Ok, that was a little more like it. All their focus directed to one point of contact. Their breath coming a little faster. Up, down. Up, down.

"Ok, ok," they huff, laughing a little. "Sorry for continually sassing you, Estinien, but... It's just still too easy."

Estinien sighs, hopping off of the warrior's back. "Fine, enough push ups."

They jump to their feet, stretching out their arms. Estinien stares at them, lingering.

"What?" They ask, smiling.

Estinien presses close, taking their wrists in his hands, and massages up and over their arms.

The warrior hums, groaning low. That felt nice.

Estinien curls his hands around their biceps, his eyes flicking up to stare intently into theirs.

The warrior feels their face flush, and watch as Estinien's face reddens, too.

He clears his throat roughly and steps back.

"It's important to take care of yourself. Massage is very important."

The hero snorts, forcing a light laugh. "Take care of myself? Sounds funny coming from you."

Estinien coughs, muttering something about doing better now with someone's constant nagging.

....

Foulques

"You're a little clumsy, aren't you?" The warrior teases, laughing as they catch Foulques in their arms. A failed dragoon jump that might have made the duskwight lancer eat shite if they hadn't sprung forward in their own more precise jump to catch him just in time.

Foulques stares at them, wide eyed and clearly flustered as he squeezes at their arms. Squeezing, and staring, and lingering overlong. If they didn't know any better, they'd say the lancer was feeling at the muscles in their arms. Just shy of calling it pawing. But that was ridiculous, right?

They help the duskwight lancer find his feet, feeling flustered at his intense, thoughtful stare. What was going on in that head of his?

"Ah," the hero rubs at their neck, very aware of the flexing of muscles in their arms as they rub bashfully at the back of their neck. Foulques' lingering gaze burning into them. "...Want to try that again?"

Foulques eyes them, a peculiar smile tugging his lips, and nods his head.

...They have catch him three more times.

....

Haurchefant

The hero grins, their elbow propped up on the table, hand held open in a ready position. Ready to lock onto the next unfortunate knight who wanted to try their hand at winning an arm wrestling match against the Warrior of Light.

Several knights had already tried and spectacularly failed. Some smart enough to decline, knowing it for what it was. A bit of tomfoolery.

The Lord of Camp Dragonhead takes a seat across from them, smile a malm wide, and places his hand in theirs.

Several knights cheer him on. Other only wince and murmur in sympathy, rubbing at their aching arms, wrists, hands, and elbows.

Haurchefant puts up a good fight, they'll give him that. And he certainly seems to enjoy himself, laughing and breathing heavily and complimenting the hero's muscles.

"Trying to distract me with flattery?" The warrior teases, adjusting their grip and slowly forcing his arm down.

Haurchefant's eyes are very blue, wide and manic with glee as they beat him.

"Again," he breathes.

They stare at him, smiling at how ridiculous he was, and readjust back to the starting position.

This time —just as they're about to pin his arm again —Haurchefant leans across the table and kisses them.

They falter, freezing in fluster, and in their distraction Haurchefant takes advantage. Winning.

They gape at him, dumbfounded at the gall. The audacity. Impressed, but mad about it.

They snatch him by the collar and steal a kiss of their own.

Haurchefant is flushed when they pull away. Starry eyed and practically swooning.

"That was far from a fair win," They say, licking at their lower lip. Haurchefant must be wearing some sort of sweet balm on his lips, they can still taste it.

"Was it not?" Haurchefant grins so adoringly they can almost see flowers floating through the air. Or was that just his knights tossing flower petals in celebration of they two finally kissing?? "Your strength far exceeds my own, my dear. One must use every advantage when dealing with a stronger adversary."

"Oh, you do this with all your opponents?" The hero asks with a snort.

Haurchefant winks. "Only the ones I invite to my chambers," he says, and oh, what a delight to make the warrior of light blush. The hero glancing to the onlooking knights who suddenly pretend to not have heard them by talking amongst themselves. Hahh, they were good people...

"Best two out of three?" The lord says eagerly.

The hero laughs, unable to help but be charmed by him.

...

Urianger

The hero had been caught by surprise as much as Uruanger had as his footwear had caught on a loose stone, sending the scholarly scion stumbling and straight into the warrior's arms.

They catch him, far too steady to be knocked off balance by one almost fall.

"You ok?" They ask as Urianger clings to their arms with tight, grasping fingers and wide golden eyes. His lips part soundlessly, kneading at the muscle there. The usual verbose man struck speechless as his face reddens before their eyes, from cheeks to to eartips.

The hero coughs gently.

Urianger hurriedly straightens, making to move away, only to fall into them again with a wounded sound.

The warrior tsks, sweeping the man up into their arms lest he fall again a third time and injure himself worse. "Sprained your ankle, huh?"

Urianger is clearly flustered. Embarrassed. His muttered, "So it may seem," a little sullen. The red of his blush making the purple markings on his face stand out all the more attractively.

"It happens to the best of us," the hero says, squeezing their arms around him gently in a bid to comfort. "I've got you."

Urianger ducks his head, flustering further. "Indeed. So you do."

....

Hien

"What are you doing?" The hero asks, quirking a brow as Hien grasps at their wrist and bends their arm, pressing himself up to their side as he flexes his other arm and glances between them.

"I am simply wondering," the king of doma says with a twinkle of mischief in his pretty eyes, "just what is it that your muscles are made of that makes you so much stronger than anyone I have ever met?"

The hero snorts, flexing for him and watching the man as he curls a his hand over their bicep and squeezes. His palm is warm, his fingers long and calloused. "I am flesh and blood the same as you."

Hien chuckles, tossing his head, that majestic black hair swishing and tickling against them with the samurai pressed so close. "But you were magnificent and—!"

"—Not a little terrifying?" The warrior says with humor. Repeating words Hien had already said to them. "I get that a lot," they chuckle. "Do you find me intimidating?"

Hien grins. "Oh, undoubtedly. You have a power about you on the battlefield that strikes fear in a man's heart."

The hero lays a hand over his, gazing into his eyes. "How about now? Are you terrified?"

Hien pauses, swallowing as the warrior leans closer, curling his hair in their fingers. "Beyond belief, but... I will not lie by saying it is not all the more thrilling."

The hero smiles and Hien forgets how to breathe as their face draws nearer to his.

...

Zenos

"You've grown stronger, my friend, my enemy," Zenos crows with ecstatic, strangled delight as he is slammed once, twice, three times into the ground, the hero's hand on his throat fairly crushing his windpipe. His blood rushes with excitement and adrenaline, the lack of oxygen not stopping him from feeling magic glee to finally be reunited with his beloved enemy.

The warrior stares him down with bloodthirst in their eyes, as if they could very easily and happily tear his head from his shoulders. Zenos groans throatily, his hands grasping at their arms and kneading. Pulling them in instead of pushing away, as if he wished to goad them on to destroy him.

"I can feel it, my beast," Zenos gasps as their hold on him tightens. "Your hunger has grown... just as much!"

The hero growls at him like they did indeed want to bite down on his jugular, to rip his throat out with their teeth if only to shut him up.

It only makes Zenos smile all the more, laughter wheezing out of him as the hero squeezes.

.....

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OH?!?! if youre up to writing any snippets mayhaps 13 and jonnit and or dref???? you k n o w im thinkin about them theyre my little g u y y y y s

13. Down By The Water by The Decemberists

This is such a Travis song to me but it was fun to reimagine!!! I hope you enjoyyyyy <3

Dref is struggling with the too-stiff too-close texture of the clothing Orimar asked him to wear to this negotiation. Internally, of course; he’d been raised to resist the discomfort of finery, and he’d done so for many years before becoming the ship doctor for the Uhuru.

It’s just been so long since he’s had to wear anything like this. The high collar sits firmly around his neck, pressing against his skin no matter how he adjusts the set of his shoulders in an attempt to provide release. The button-down front fits him perfectly. It sits against his ribs and on his hips in a way that makes him uncomfortably conscious of his every move.

Nothing about this outfit restricts his movement; Orimar would never do that to him, knows the value of freedom in every sense. But Dref longs for the loose cotton comfort of his usual shirt and pants, the thin wool of his vest, the swathe of canvas and pockets that is his coat.

Dref is startled from his wistful wishing by a nudge at his elbow. He looks down to his side to where Jonnit stands at his side.

Jonnit is also dressed nicer than usual; his usual sleeveless shirt and billowy pocketed pants are replaced by slightly ill-fitting but acceptable dress clothes. The deep yellow shirt has its sleeves cuffed at his wrists, tucked into fitted pants in a slightly faded black. His boots are actually laced and tied to the top, for once.

The younger boy has his arms folded casually across his chest, feet shoulder width apart in a confident but comfortable manner. Dref frowns a little at the lack of decorum, but is distracted by another poke to his elbow. He looks down further to see Jonnit has a small piece of paper hidden between his fingers.

Hands clasped behind his back, Dref side-steps a little closer to Jonnit to take the note without showing the rest of the room. Seeing that no one’s attention is on them, rather on the table situated in front of them where Orimar and Travis sit at the negotiation table, Dref brings his hands forward. He tilts up his palm in order to read Jonnit’s messy handwriting.

Gable says we’re not needed anymore

Dref’s brow furrows, and he looks up to meet Gable’s eyes across the room. They flicker their eyes to Jonnit, then back to him, then lift their chin with a short quick motion. Go.

Dref sighs with relief, signing a quick thanks. He steps quietly backwards towards the door.

Jonnit bounces on his toes before following Dref’s path to the exit. Three paces from the door he grabs Dref’s hand in his own and pulls him out. Dref squeaks at the sudden motion, then they’re out in the fresh night air.

“Oh thank the stars,” Jonnit groans, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and stretching his neck. “That was dead boring, and there’s so much other stuff we could be doing! Look at this place!” He gestures to the busy main drag stretched out in front of them, and Dref has to admit that it’s more appealing than the professional scene they’ve left behind the door.

This port is built around a dried up riverbed, the packed dirt rock hard and now serving as an easy footpath. The street is lined with shops decorated with banners and glowing lanterns, happy patrons bustling in and out cast in orange-gold light and purple shadows, and songs and laughter drifting out of tavern doors. Dref smiles down at his young friend as he gratefully unbuttons the collar of his shirt. “Y-yes, it’s quite nice.” He breathes a sigh of relief, the night air sweet and cool in his lungs.

Jonnit grabs his hand again, tugging him persistently into the flowing crowd with a grin. “C’mon, I know we passed a sweet shop on the way into town. Let’s grab something on the way back to the ship, Gable gave me some copper and I’ve still got a watch or two from Travis we could trade!”

Dref leans down to speak in Jonnit’s ear as they weave their way through the masses. “I-I believe I have a few w-watches as well, in the pockets of my coat.”

Jonnit nods enthusiastically, keeping his eyes fixed ahead. “That’s a good idea,” he calls back, “We can go back to the ship and get changed, then come back out and enjoy the scenery in comfort!”

Dref exhales, releasing the tension he didn’t know he was still carrying in his shoulders at the thought of spending their evening out in comfortable clothing. Jonnit must hear him, because he squeezes Dref’s hand encouragingly and laces their fingers together.

“Hold on tight! Let’s gooo!” Jonnit breaks out into a run as a path opens in front of them, and Dref’s squeak of shock as he’s almost pulled off his feet is covered by Jonnit’s excited whoop.

[chvnnie]

tagged by @katieraven, @spicydoesntknow, @etherealinowrites <333

name: ivy

sign: cancer

height: 163cm

time: just after 2:00 PM

birthday: july 9

favorite band/artist: stray kids, ateez, bts, real friends, motionless in white, taylor swift

last movie: camp rock (thnx @rachalixie)

last show: oh fuck idk? i think friends???

when did i create this blog: april 2022

what do i post about: stray kids

other blogs: i have one that i used to use for reading/reblogging but it's inactive now. would consider this one my main!

do i get asks: yes and I'M SO SORRY I'M SO BAD AT RESPONDING TO THEM I STG I SEE THEM

average hours of sleep: anywhere between 5 and 10 hours

what i’m wearing: leggings, sleeveless top/cardigan

dream job: good fucking question - probably something in early childhood education? who knows? would love to publish a book one day tbh

dream trip: japan, somewhere tropical lie the maldives or bora bora. honestly anywhere - i love to travel

favorite songs: babes this is going to be a liiiiisssst so here are currents/all time favs:

stray kids: blueprint, placebo, sorry i love you, ex, backdoor, we go, scars, TOP, hello stranger, awkward silence, boxer, 19, fairytale, charmer, muddy water

ateez: answer, wonderland, rocky, deja vu, cyberpunk, hala hala, illusion, thanxx, wave, turbulence

bts: moon, spring day, make it right, mikrokosmos, home, answer: love myself, euphoria, anpanman, mic drop, airplane pt. 2, spine breaker, jump

real friends: mess, get by, me first, late nights in my car, i don't love you anymore, loose ends, colder quicker

motionless in white: another life, undead ahead, reincarnate, headache, eternally yours, soft, city lights, break the cycle

taylor swift: enchanted, red, ready for it?, lover, getaway car, gorgeous, all too well (10 minute, duh), mine, call it what you want, don't blame me

bonus songs: strawberry cake by xdinary heroes, sucker punch! by xdinary heroes, zitti e buoni by maneskin, mammamia by maneskin if it means a lot to you by a day to remember, the sky under the sea by pierce the veil, peach scone by hobo johnson, bulletproof heart by my chemical romance ... i'm stopping here. the former emo kid really JUMPED out

tagging: i’ve seen a bunch of people do this so ignore me if you've been tagged/don't want to but hey @rachalixie, @lix-ables? mayhaps? okay bye <3

[katlyn1948]

Only Human: Part 3

So I decided to post part 3 of the 5 part series! I just want to warn you, that because I decided to rewrite the whole part after I had written nearly a month ago, that it may contain some grammatical and spelling errors. I write almost entirely on my iPad, which is so difficult! And before you ask, no I don’t have a laptop. Why? I don’t really know, considering I got back to school in the fall as a history major....fml. Anyway I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! If you want more than 5 parts of if you want to see something different! Thanks and happy reading!

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Their travels on the high seas were less than exciting. For nearly four moons they had seen nothing but sea on the horizon. Arya was beginning to worry and although she had stocked her ship with enough supplies to last her crewmen for nearly a year without having to dock, the summer skies had proved hotter than expected, making the sailors irritable. The agreement to reserve their fresh water had not been taken lightly by some and Aries had warned Arya of a possible uprising if she didn’t reassure her crew. She affirmed that if land was not spotted by the time the next moon rises, then they would turn the ship back and sail for Westeros.

By this time, Arya was near ready to give birth. Although pregnant with babe, she would not let Aries take the helm when needed. She was a stubborn wolf, through and through, and wasn’t going to let her bulging belly get in her way. Her fellow crewman had been smart to not ask questions about her growing stomach and let the young captain command her ship.

Arya had remembered the first stares and whispers as her belly began to grow. It was easy to hide it at first, but as the moons progressed and her stomach stretched, there was no sense in trying to conceal it any further.

After their first moon at sea, Arya’s breeches were beginning to tighten around the waist, making it near impossible for her to lace them close. One of her chambermaids, Sienna, had let the seems out, giving her a few more moons of comfort. By the time her six moon drew to a close, Arya could no longer fit into her sailing breeches. They were too tight and too uncomfortable for her wear any longer. She hadn’t thought to pack any loose fitting dresses for her voyage, leaving her just her cotton blouse.

“I figured as much.” Arya remember Sienna saying after she had told her of her lack of proper clothing.

Sienna and left Arya’s chambers and brought back a small sack slung over her shoulder.

“I took the liberty of packing a few for you, considering your situation.” She rummaged through the sack and pulled out four free flowing dresses. They weren’t the kind that restricted women, but rather the kind one might wear in a sweltering heat. The sleeves were cut off of all, but one and there were buttons that ran all the way down to the hem. They looked inviting, and Arya couldn’t help but smile at the chambermaid.

Sienna couldn’t have been more than thirty and eight. Her sons were lost in the war and her husband had left soon after. She had no one and decided sailing on a journey west would benefit her the most. When Arya had told her and the other chambermaid, Alyse that she was expecting, she knew to grab a few of her garments that had treated her fair during her time of pregnancy.

“My thanks, Sienna. Without you on this voyage, I would surly be at a loss.” Arya confessed to the older woman.

Arya had shimmied out of her cotton blouse and threw one of the sleeveless dresses over her head. It was a bit long, and brushed the floor with ease. Although they were the same in width, Sienna had been much taller than Arya in her yesteryears. A few altercations were made and the dresses that Sienna had provided fit Arya perfectly.

“You look a vision, Lady Arya.” Sienna said, tears welling in her eyes. She never had a daughter and sharing this experience with Arya was the closest that she will get to ever having one.

Arya gave a small smile to the women and turned to look herself in the mirror. She looked different. Her hair was slightly longer and her face was rounder, no doubt that was the babe’s doing. It had been years since she had worn a dress and she never thought she would ever be in one again, but at this moment, she was glad that someone had thought to bring her a few.

That was nearly three moons past and Arya was near full term. The maester had warned that she could give birth at any moment. Arya was terrified of the prospect. Her anxiety had only grown with her belly. With each passing moon, she would feel more and more anxious about the birth of the babe. She feared that she wouldn’t be able to do it or that they wouldn’t be able to port near land.

Aries’ questions had lingered in the back thoughts. She was sure they would find something out here by the time it came for her to give birth. But as the moons rolled passed, so did the sea and she began to wonder if there truly was anything west of Westeros.

She was sure there was, how could it just be them in this world alone? She began to wonder if mayhap they charged wrong, but after combing through the nautical maps, Aries and Arya came to the consensus that everything was correct. It was beginning to worry her and Aries and Arya knew that sooner or later she would have to make a choice on to keep voyaging on of to turn back.

She had promised her crewmen that if there was nothing to find as the next moon rose in the night sky, then they would turn around.

Arya was staring at that moon. She had gone above deck to see the night sky and there among the stars, shone the bright light of the full moon. She looked beyond the horizon and saw nothing but blue ocean, much like his eyes that reminded her so. Nearly six moons they had been sailing and they had found nothing. Arya is true to her word and would tell Aries to begin the voyage home.

He was below deck with his lover, and she decided to wait until the morning sun rose.

She rubbed her bulging belly, fully grown. The babe had been an active one ever since Arya felt the first flutter. She remembered it as if it had happened the day prior. It hadn’t been a full day since Arya’s argument with Aries. She was angry with him and couldn’t believe his curtness. She had expected such, but she didn’t think he would be so brash about the situation.

She had walked off to go below deck and that is where she was when the first movement shocked her. It felt like little bubbles in her stomach. Different of those that came with eating a pot of stew. These bubbles felt like butterfly wings flapping gently inside her stomach. It startled Arya so much that she ran to Sienna and asked if it were normal. Sienna had assured her such, and Arya couldn’t help but smile.

Since then, she had caught herself rubbing her stomach nearly everyday, almost a if trying to protect it from the outside world. The babe was also one to no go quietly. Ever since the first flutter, the babe had been nothing short of active. There were times that it would kick Arya so hard, to would wake her in the middle of the night.

But this night was different. The babe was strangely still and calm. Arya could still feel it stirring, but the fervent moment had subsided. Arya wasn’t sure if she should be worried or relieved.

Arya looked out over the water once more to take in the moonlit ocean. It was a serene sight that most would not have the pleasure of ever seeing. The waves were oddly lively as Arya began to stare. They were crashing against the more with a slightly more intensity then that of still waters.

She looked up to the sky and noticed the clouds begin to cover the light of moon. The winds were beginning to pick up and Arya felt the lightest drop fall upon her cheek. A storm was brewing and they were about the be caught right in the middle of it.

Arya turned from the boat railing and began to make her way below deck. She hadn’t gotten two steps down when a thunderous roar boomed from the sky above. Arya let out a cry a of pain and noticed the water seeping down her leg. The babe was coming.

[weishenbwi]

MASTERLIST (part VI) - SPECIFIC POSTS - updated regularly

**A Note to Minors** 

My Fanfics

MY FICS (tumblr format) 

My FICS (AO3, preferred)

KPOP (images)

embrace male idols in crop tops

Kang Daniel feat crop top

BTS (images)

pick a Yeontan mood

vmin cursed kpop image #95

Taehyung peak baby boy culture (feat Jimin)

looking smaller than they actually are

Jungkook eyem-!

Looking at Jimin’s ethereal beauty like 

is this song about Jimin?

Jimin exposing a member series: Jungkook

BTS (videos)

lil meow meow waddle (vine)

young Taehyung (vine)

Yoongi being a tough softie in a onesie

Jimin whining cutely 

for whomst is JK this cute for

BTS as the Shark Song

vhope sunshines

RM: from daddy to dork

vmin sunshines

jikook rly bfs eyem-

Someone: Who is BTS? Me: *shows them this video*

jikook stans collect ur men

hoseok with this look

“A video of tae saying goodbye to all of the animals in english and namjoon saying "go back to the zoo!” 😂😂💕🐯🐢

Confirmed: Min Yoongi is a kitten

Hype Yoongi, Jimin not having it 

NCT (images)

Duality: Jaehyun

Looking effortlessly handsome: Johnny

Renjun was choatic since the beginning

Jungwoo v Jaehyun (difference)

NCT has no chill: Jaehyun

Taeyong and Jungwoo: battle of the subs

oKaY jAeHYuN

Jaehyun Taeyong bech the fock

NCT in collars: Taeyong

NCT (videos)

Doyoung making cute noises

Junguwu at Isac

Koala Jungwoo on Jaehyun’s back

Doyoung reads fanfics confirmed

Jaehyun breaking records at Isac

WAYV (images)

Lucas b/w (mayhaps i fainted)

Lucas is thicc

WAYV (videos)

Winwin flirting with Ten

Kun gifting us with the piano like the king he is

EXO (images)

Funshine CareBear Baekhyun

Suho came to conquer

EXO being ethereal: Jongdae

When you just want to shower with your members but they won’t let you

If there aren’t fanfics about Suho’s trip to Dubai as a multi-billion dollar CEO then what’s the point?

Female Idols (videos):

TWICE: for the gays only

TFW:

you accidentally delete files and u cant recover them

adding NCT birthdays to calendar

NCT/WAYV does anything feat my gay ass

Taeyong makes me trip like the fool i am 

when your bias posts a selfie

Black on Black comes on shuffle

Finding a fic with lots of warnings and the author’s note: “Read at your own risk.”

kpop stans with their bias

Writing a smut and wondering if it should end with all the members ejaculating on the main character. But then you realize bukkake isn’t something everyone wants. 

when you spend time on a fic that no one reads

How you feel when abandoning your going-nowhere fic

working on a fic but readers be like.. i came here for smut

Dividing up your money for comebacks when you’re multifandom

your bias skin is “accidentally” exposed

BUT HE DOES IT ON PURPOSE

when a member is written as a smoker to make them look cool

you’re deprived of smut for longer than a week

waiting for inbox notifications

you’re reading a fic and it says “… Noona” and later “Please daddy…”  and you’re like

Hobi does *anything*

Jaehyun uploads NCT daily while being a sleeveless thot

General sh*tposting

Renjun & Ten @ SM make this happen 

FICS READ 

2019: Jan, Feb, March, Apr, May

Q & A:

search #answered lmao 

[pyrokiinetic-kindflower]

RP Meme. // Accepting.

@warriore​ -  “you are hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it.”

Maybe, if mayhaps, its all on her, she did ask about a no holds barred sparring, so of course, punches were but to be expected. She was likely one of the few, who could handle such force, that strenght of his. 

After seeing Knuckles pause and speaks like so, did Meena reached upward, at what leaked ‘pon an arm of hers. She was wearing those lighter, sleeveless clothings of hers, so both blood & sap, doesn’t dirty at her discarded yukata closeby. 

In a certain way, she couldn’t help but feel amused, though not blaming the force behind his punches. 

‘‘Don’t tell me you are going soft on me now’‘, a mere jest, not an insult nor a taunt. 

Truthfully, Meena had no real objections to what he wanted to do. She can easily patch up, heal the damages but if he prefer doing the work, that was fine.

‘‘That said, i do have a medkit box inside the house’‘, it shouldn’t be hard to miss.

[xirelluniyt]

Career Paths

The roar of the crowd didn't register in Xiran’s mind. All that mattered was his opponent. The match felt like it had carried for an eternity as he tried to find a weakness. Xiran’s fists clenched. He charged forward at the man who donned a large metal shoulder guard in the shape of a bull. His fists swung precisely, but only pushed air as his opponent dodged. The Bull swung back with massive swords, one in each hand. Xiran side-stepped. He felt the wind and heard the blades slice through the air. Their exchanges were empty until he kicked the Bull in the stomach, launching him backward. One of The Bull’s swords scraped a horn during his launch. He saw a lock of his long black hair fall to the ground. 

“A close shave from The Bull of Ala Mhigo to The Demon of the East! This fight is nerve-racking!” the announcer yelled through the Coliseum. The crowd yelled louder as Xiran rubbed his thumb over the fresh carve on his horn. The Bull lived up to his reputation. Xiran charged again. The Bull poised his swords, but Xiran jumped high. The Bull didn’t have much reach above his head. Xiran took a slash to his thigh to bring his fist crashing down on the Bull’s helmet. The metal resonated from the impact. The Bull staggered back. Xiran chased and kicked upward, hitting the Bull in the chin and knocking off his helmet. Xiran stepped back as he landed, fists still ready. The Bull shook his head, regaining his senses. With a roar, The Bull rushed at Xiran. Xiran replied with a roar of his own, charging as well. The Gladiators met with a crash, dust flying around them from the impact. The crowd cheered wildly, unable to see the commotion in the cloud. As the dust settled, the men stood in the center of the ring. Xiran was covered in gashes as he held his hand around the Bull’s throat. The Bull had visible bruises on his face, his left eye swelling and his sword to Xiran’s neck. Their gazes met, and The Bull could see the ferocity in the glow of Xiran's eyes. “You fight with the heart of a griffin. Is Ala Mhigo in your blood, young one?” The Bull could scarcely utter as his lip swelled.

“My father...,” Xiran answered through heavy breaths.

The Bull chuckled hoarsely, slowly withdrawing his blade from the Au Ra’s neck. Xiran loosened his grip on the Bull. They took a step back from each other and bowed in respect. The crowd cried out, ecstatic and blown away. “It’s a draw! What a spectacle!” the announcer yelled over the crowd. “Raubahn Aldynn, The Bull of Ala Mhigo! Xiran Rayne, The Demon of the East! Men without equal!” Xiran laughed as he waved to the crowd. Raubahn patted the Au Ra’s back in approval. “Keep this up, and you could make something of yourself in here,” he suggested. 

Xiran smiled warmly at the idea. “Thank you, but this was to be my last match to make room for more steady work.”

Raubahn nodded. “Very well, young one, but don’t ever lose your heart. I’m sure your father would be proud to see the warrior you’ve become.”

“I can only hope,” Xiran replied solemnly. Raubahn smiled and raised the Au Ra’s arm, the two of them basking in the crowd.

Xiran stood in mild embarrassment, his body open and exposed save for his small clothes as the attendants saw to his cuts. Johan sighed, almost nostalgic. “What troubles you, old man?” Xiran asked sarcastically, trying to take his mind off of the hands rubbing salve on his wounds. “This place,” he answered sadly, dusting off his sleeveless robes. “So many victories and defeats felt in this dirt, it’s almost sad to leave it all.”

“After years of fighting, I’d thought you’d be happy to finally be able to stop,” Xiran replied quizzically.

“Fighting is all I’ve known, boy. From the Reach to the Coliseum, it’s kept us alive this long. To be brought to the point of being a bodyguard almost feels like failing.”

“Sir Reginald is paying us handsomely for it, though.”

“That pile of blubber wastes our skills guarding caravans and property.” Johan’s voice bore a hint of disgust.

“Gods only know where we’d be if he hadn’t picked us up in Fringes.” 

Johan sighed. “And you’ll keep bringing that up as long as it quiets me won’t you, Demon of the East?”

Xiran wasn’t fond of the moniker. “Damn right, you old fool.”

Johan growled. “Just meet me at the brothel at sunset. Do try to learn some respect along the way.” 

“Love you too, old man,” Xiran chuckled as Johan left the room. The attendants finished their work, but one stayed behind. Xiran blushed as he dressed, feeling the miqo’te girl’s eyes examining him. He buttoned his pants with his back turned to her as he spoke. “I-is there anything else you need?”

The girl chuckled at his question. “Just want to wish you luck. I’ll miss wrapping you up after a fight.” She gave his tail a quick tug as she walked away giggling. Xiran quickly finished dressing up, his Auri harness snug against his chest. He walked out of the room to find a crowd of spectators clapping and cheering, wishing him well as he walked into the streets of Ul’dah. 

The afternoon brought Xiran a well-deserved nap before starting the first guard shift. Sir Reginald had requested Xiran and Johan become bodyguards for his various endeavors in lieu of sponsorship in the Coliseum. He claimed it was more profitable for all of them. 

Xiran stood outside of the ornate gold and green door of the brothel, watching as the patrons walked out. After sunset, only special guests and “very important persons” were allowed inside. Johan stepped out from the brothel with a wrapped package. Xiran raised an eyebrow and Johan shot his curiosity down with a scoff. “Please, I’ve never had to pay for it, I wouldn’t start now,” Johan said sternly. Xiran shrugged. “Who am I to judge,” he asked with a smile. Johan mocked Xiran’s attitude as he threw the package into the Au Ra’s arms. “Eighteen summers old, and you think you know everything, don’t you?” 

“Well, certainly not everything,” he answered in curiosity as he caught the package. “What’s this?”

“Sir Reginald decided you can’t guard his most profitable venture without looking more presentable. Go inside, the Madame will show you to a room to get changed. And keep your hands to yourself.” 

Xiran wondered about the last part as he entered. He walked into a wide courtyard with a massive palm tree in the middle. Not a moment inside and he could see why Johan gave him his final instruction. The women inside were gorgeous, and they were all staring at him. Some of them looked with bewilderment, others with a familiar sort of curiosity. He could hear whispers as he looked around, walking towards the palm in the center of the courtyard. “Who is that...Those scales...Could he be related to...” 

“So you’re the new guard, I take it?” The sudden bark in the silence made Xiran jump in his shoes. He turned to see a Roegadyn woman, tall as he and just as muscular. He’d never seen one with so little clothing. She wore a white silk sash that barely covered her breasts and a yellow silk long skirt that he could almost see through. He remembered his purpose and spoke hurriedly “Um, yes, sorry! I was told to change...” 

She smiled as he spoke. “Gods, you must be a virgin. Mayhap I can convince the Master to let one of the girls make an honest man out of you. I’m Madame Sandra, follow me.” He spoke as they walked. “I’m not-”

“Save it, I’ve heard it all before. Whatever machismo you want to say to save your hide means nothing to me. You’re here to do a job and that’s that.” She stopped in front of a room and turned to him. “Hurry up, I need this room for a guest in twenty minutes. Chop chop, handsome.” He hurried into the room and quickly undressed. Upon tearing open the package he could hardly believe what he saw. He held up a black Eastern Lord’s togi. The fabric looked new but didn’t feel stiff as he put it on. He smoothed out the folds and decided to check his suspicions. He lifted the front sash. Finding the hidden pocket nearly drew him to tears. Xiran’s father had a habit of hiding little candies in the pocket to satiate his sweet tooth at gatherings. Damn it, old man... he thought, quickly putting on the rest of his clothes; black trousers with white in-laid fabric on the thighs and white archaeoskin boots. The final pieces were a pair of malleable gold chains that wrapped around his arms. The chain for the left arm sported a large flair piece. Xiran thought it looked like a wing, which went with the dragon design on the back of the togi. He fought back tears again as he thought of his father. One day, this togi will be your’s, and you’ll look as majestic as the dragon that flies on it...

Xiran gathered his effects and walked out of the room. The ladies that were still walking about stared at him again, this time in pleasant approval. “Mmm, are you here for me, handsome?” asked a blonde miqo’te as she walked with a midlander compatriot. “Why not both of us?” giggled the midlander. Xiran chuckled nervously as he walked back to the palm. He folded up his clothing, sensing someone else was staring at him. He could see the ladies on the first floor. There were a few on the second. Looking up to the third floor, he could make out a silhouette but was interrupted by the Madame again. “Now that’s much better! Even with the horns, you’re still able to turn heads for the right reasons and no one would suspect you’d kick them into the Seven Hells. I’ll take these...” She took the clothes and pointed him to the front door. “Go to your post, Johan has the list. After the last one comes in, no one else does; after he leaves no one else does. Simple, yeah?” Xiran nodded and she smiled again. “Oh, do lighten up. No need for such a handsome man to be sour. I’ll definitely have to ask the Master to let you have a girl.”

“Uh- I- It’s not really-” Xiran could barely utter a word in response. 

“Just teasing, love! Out you go!” She slapped his butt and walked off. Xiran took a breath to calm himself, looking back up at the third floor. The silhouette was gone. He walked out the door to see Johan standing with arm’s crossed. “Was this your idea?” he asked.

Johan turned and smiled slightly. “After the Fist fell, I had a message sent to an old friend of mine. I had asked if he could find anything left of your family’s belongings. Besides heaping piles of ash, he found the togi buried under rubble and half burnt.” Johan examined the togi, brushing off the Au Ra’s shoulders. “I asked Sir Reginald if he would be able to have it restored, as a gift for your retirement from the Coliseum.”

“I only fought for a year,” Xiran scoffed back.

“Perhaps, but thanks to your exemplary progress with Holyfist, and what I could manage to teach you in my old age, we’re bodyguards. It’s not the most exciting work, nor do I like the idea of working for that sack of wine, but you’re right. I’m not getting any younger.” Johan put on a hand on Xiran’s shoulder. “It’s probably not the future your parents may have wanted for you, but I think they cared more to make sure you had a life you built with your own hands. At least I could deliver that for them, and you.”

“Thank you, Johan,” Xiran said in a low tone. Johan gave Xiran’s shoulder a light punch. “Think nothing of it, you earned it. Now, here’s the list. I’m off to escort a caravan to The Black Shroud.” Johan turned and walked towards the Gate of Thal.

“Don’t work too hard!” Xiran yelled after Johan. The old monk turned around. “We’re Ala Mhigans, hard work is all we know!” he called back raising a fist. Xiran smiled, opening the list and reading the names on it. 

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Slipping Through Your Fingers

Characters/Pairings: established Mal/Evie, eventual Mal/Evie/Reader (Quim) Mal, Evie, really allll the characters bc it’s my longest Descendants insert, but for this part just you and the girls.

Summary: Well, this is 103 and 104 and technically a tiny piece of the dramatic/confrontation reunion. I question if the emotional impact will be the same without the build up, but mayhaps it will make you invested/curious???

Word Count: 1.0k

Notes: I am using a sideblog that is empty and not tagging bc this is only for your eyes, so no need to reblog/like, etc.

Again, they only know you as ‘Shadow’ (which is reflected in their pov), but you in your pov know your name. The technically learn your name in 105.

This is slightly newer writing than the other...so yay???

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“You have each other. You have Carlos and Jay along with any other Auradon friends you've made. Why get greedy?" "You know it's not the same." The sleeve of her shirt is bunched up so it is almost a navy blue sleeveless tank top now. Inked words form an elegant band around her right upper bicep that spell out what Shadow first said to her: 'I am sorry.' While Mal tends to cover hers', especially the words from Shadow, she is proud to bear the soul marks, even if one was more bittersweet than the other. They found her, so can't they just be together? "I have your words on my arm; we're soulmates," Evie reveals. Denying the pull would be much easier without such specific, incriminating evidence... Wanting to run her fingers over each curve and dip that composes the words to see if they are smooth, indented, or slightly raised crosses her mind vividly. Quim does not remember what she first said to Evie. The midnight black ink is apparent even from this far away, and yet it looks more like a bracelet that she would need to examine more closely to gain comprehension of the mark. But she can't.  She can't do this. Quim will make them leave, if she has to. Her eyes slide away from Evie's arm as she tries to summon a veneer of reproach to mask the curiosity. "Do we just live happily ever after in this scenario?" She questions, trying to infuse venom in her words by allowing mocking to suffuse her. Her chin raises as she regards Evie critically, knowing that she is likely immune to it given her mother's inspections, but it would still hurt by dredging that up. Asking them to leave is not working, so maybe making it the only option will. "You're wrong, both of you are wrong, and wasted your time." Evie shakes her head slowly, trying to ignore the pangs of hurt by maintaining her composure. She does not step forward or back, but holds her ground. "You have to have ours," she asserts, meeting the analytical gaze head on, because they are both trying to figure the other out. A scoff. "I can prove that you are wrong."

Shadow isn't bluffing. Evie's stance shifts as this is concluded, because there was conviction in the statement that causes her heart to clench at the possibility she never considered. Mal getting off the desk to come stand quietly behind her for support is thanked by linking their hands loosely. "Show us then, please." The brittle quality to Evie's beautiful voice almost causes her to hesitate, but this is needed. Baring her soulmarks to her soulmates is not something she ever thought she would be doing after all this time. The sleeve of her shirt is rolled up methodically to only expose the required amount of skin, before a leather bracelet is snapped off and set on the bed. Her hand is presented, though she keeps the distance between them since it is not necessary for them to be close. "See? It's different." There is no shock of black ink against her skin. A silvered quality to the words nestled along her right wrist make them look unnatural and more like faded scar tissue than a tattoo. 'Get away' stands out against her skin in elegant script, it is also cooler to the touch than the surrounding flesh. "Is that...?" Mal hesitates to finish the question. "No, it's Evie's, but they are the same." "Can I see mine?" Mal's voice is so soft and unsure, while Evie's golden brown eyes are still trained on the soulmark, taking it in like it is a mystery that must be solved. Did they build up their being soulmates? It feels like she just crushed some unspoken hope or dream that the two shared, which was the goal, but them being so affected is hard to watch. Denying the request is her immediate thought, but instinct is telling her otherwise when Mal is looking at her so gingerly, even if her eyes are a blazing emerald. It was always hard to refuse them... Baring the second soulmark is made more difficult by the injury, plus it is in a more intimate position that makes her hyperaware. Quim can't deny that Mal has an innate right to it. "Let me change, then yes," she relents, snapping her bracelet back on without a second glance. "Stay quiet." This is warned over her shoulder before closing the door to the bathroom. "M..." "I know." Arms are around her in a hug, before Mal can elaborate on what she knows, but it is accepted all the same. This is not at all how she thought it would go; this coldness is unlike what she remembers, but there had to be something that caused it. They both know the treatment by Alistair had to have had an impact, it would be stupid to think otherwise; however, now their bond is being cast off by Shadow as well like it is all in the past. There was no hope for a future. "It will be fine," she lies, attempting to be a source of strength. "It was silvered, like a wound...Like my words actually cut her." "We don't know what that means, we didn't even know what they were until Fairy Godmother explained." Evie does not acknowledge the counterpoint, still focused on what she just saw. 'Get away' was practically carved into the delicate skin of Shadow's wrist, so unlike the near royal worthy script that circles her bicep. Aesthetics aside, the substance of the words are eating at her. Tucking her face into Mal is made difficult by their height difference, but she still hides for a moment, using the dyed strands as a momentary barrier from the rest of the world. The door unlatching has her break the hold, but stick close to Mal. They both wait to let Shadow make the first move...

End Note: Guessssss where Mal’s words are??? <3 <--- hint.

[xx-enthuzimuzzy-xx]

stuff I'll do when I reach my goal body (so probably never)

👚 Wear literally every shirt I've ever dreamt of wearing without feeling fat and bloated. Maybe try a crop top! I'd look good in one if I were skinny

👗 wear old cute clothes that I've grown out of

👚Sleeveless clothes! And ones with a good neckline

👕 casual T-shirts that don't look weird on me

👘 get a hoodie for God's sake. I've wanted one since 2017.

👖 all kinda jeans and pants! And tuck my top in.

👗 wear my skirt higher in my waist showing off my waistline 

👓⌚👒 get better accessories 

👠wear cute shoes instead of the ugly ones I have rn 

🥀 dress up for special occasions

🏵 have a sense of fashion.an aesthetic.

👖 get red pants. Or purple pants. Paint an old pair of jeans. IDK just make a good fashion statement

💄 maybe I'll look good in makeup! At least I should try eyeliner everyday 

💅 paint my nails every 2 weeks. 

👁 actually look pretty effortlessly lol

📷 take photos of places I go to. And selfies. 

🚿 actually start self care. 

📱 have a phone. Manage it. Have social media. Mayhaps I'll be popular if I'm skinny. 

🎶 listen to music you actually like instead of the FM. 

🎨 start an art account already you're good enough... no honestly. 

🗨🗯webtoon. Start working on that fucking webtoon. It's been 2 years.im sure it'll work out amazing. 

You'll have supporters. You'll have love, even though it's from strangers. You'll feel better

💃 become a better dancer

🏃 become healthier in general

🍽 eat at restaurants without worrying about getting fat. 

👥 become more confident, which can help make more friends

🗣let my 😎 cool and mysterious personality shine through instead of putting on that dumb "Meek, naive Lil bitch" persona on. Maybe piss a few people off. Low-key inspired by shinoa, shinya and ferid(ons) and Xerxes or Vincent from Pandora hearts. Oh and komui Lee from dgm. I feel like I can resonate with those characters. Basically try and make a good first impression.

👥go to places with my friends. Restaurants, shopping, movies... With your own money. And you're gonna look good asf 

📚 at the top of my class