#Oooh that wonderful FINAL DANCE

[rakiah]

What a thrilling dynamic (*⁰▿⁰*)

[m00mis]

happy valentines day! here's a present ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

feeding seventeen

scoups - his eyes would go wide when he sees you holding out a spoonful of food just for him and would open his mouth no questions asked, chewing with a smile and love in his eyes. but next time you ate without giving him any he would get very sulky and hold it against you

jeonghan - definitely the type of person to feed you back most of his food to make up the tiny bite that he had (”eat up! you have to stay healthy” "what about you?" "i get my strength from watching you eat")

joshua - he would refuse to eat any of your food because he feels bad taking it from you, even if he was starving . he appreciates the gesture though, and kisses you on your head as a thankyou before making sure you eat the rest (maybe he would even end up feeding you)

jun - he would gladly eat a spoon of your food and give you some of his in return but he would pretend it was an airplane, making the sound effects and everything even if you were in public. he enjoyed seeing you shy and embarrassed

hoshi - he would see you holding food for him and he would be so excited saying oooh! mmmm! yummy! before even tasting it because he knew whatever you had made was delicious. does a little dance while chewing and hangs around you for another mouthful thinking he's sly but it's so obvious, he's like a dog waiting for scraps

wonwoo - you made him all shy and he couldn’t make eye contact while you were staring at him to see whether he liked the food or not. after thoroughly chewing he would nod and agree that it was good. he would then ask if you wanted to try some of his and his hand would shake a little when feeding you

woozi - would just stare at you like... you really expect me to do this? but the moment you reacted just a little to his rejection he would swoop in and eat it and be surprised that it was good because he was scared at the mess you had made while cooking it

dk - when you held out your food he would smile so wide and open his mouth saying “aaaah” and react massively, repeatedly saying that it was the best thing he had ever tasted and that you should make him some next time because he would really, really enjoy it

mingyu - you had just made food but had to go to the bathroom, but mingyu was so hungry that he just had to try your food cuz it smelt so good. before he knew it he had devoured the entire thing so he started cooking the same meal for you to replace what he had eaten, apologising profusely when you returned to an empty plate ("listen i'm making some more right now-" "what the hell mingyu" "pLEASE i'm so sorry i'll never do it again i swear" "THATS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK")

the8 - you offer him the first bite of your meal so he can say whether its good or not. he's been doing this ever since you had a spoonful of the worst meal ever at a restaurant (you ordered it to impress him but it was so, so bad). he enjoys taking care of you and always ties your hair up for you while he decides if the food is good enough for you to eat

seungkwan - he walked past you seeing that you're eating alone so he goes to your room and starts pacing back and forth, overthinking everything and getting so worked up that he finally approaches you and half-shouts "yah aren't you going to feed me?" and you just casually offer up your food as if nothing had happened which makes him so annoyed. goes on about how he thought you didn't love him anymore "seriously i can't believe you were eating without me!"

vernon - he was being nosy and wondering what was smelling so good as you were cooking so you were constantly feeding him bits of it for him to taste and adjusting it to how he said. by the time it's on the table there's definitely not as much food as there was in the beginning but he makes up for it because he secretly bought your favourite dessert to surprise you (he shows you it with a massive smile: "tadaa!")

dino - definitely would suspect you from having 12 brothers. "seriously? i can have some? are you sure? you wont hold this against me so you can have some of mine right?" and you'd eventually get annoyed and go to eat it yourself but he would grab your arm and go "no wait don't eat it i want it, feed me :("

[fieldofdaisiies]

This may not quite be a headcanon request, but: how would the bat boys, Eris and Lucien wake you up and greet you in the morning ❤️👀

oooh I love this ❤️ here we go:

Rhysand

our High Lord of the Night Court is most mornings already awake before you wake

he will always stay in bed with you, letting you sleep with your head resting on his warm solid chest

Rhysand does not wake you, he lets you wake on your own

but he looks into your mind to make sure you are not having a nightmare - obviously he is filled with purely male pride when he finds you dreaming about him

but when you finally wake and start moving a little he will not waste a second to press his lips onto yours (he couldn't care less about morning breath)

he kisses you softly until you blink open your eyes "good morning, my beautiful darling"

you love his voice in the morning, it is hoarse and raspy and dances over your skin like a feather

it takes you a little moment to take in your mate in all his glory, lying naked (the sheets only covering close to nothing of him) next to you, his hair ruffled, his eyes aglow

you talk a little about the day ahead, your plans and dreams

later you either have breakfast or your stay tangled in the sheets for a moment longer

Cassian

Cassian loves holding you in his arms, his is this big bear and he loves nothing more than having his mate sleep in his arms

but Cassian is also one who cannot rest too long, or stay too long without moving

so he tells himself to not wake you and give you your well-deserved rest, but if he is awake long before you he will start moving lightly

in an attempt to wake you softly he will start pampering your exposed neck and shoulder with gentle kisses to your neck

his large hand will move your hips closer to him (your whole body actually) so he has better access to you skin

the general kisses your neck, your shoulders, your shoulder blades, your jaw, your ear, your cheek, your brow

and then you slowly start to wake up, having to giggle when his hand dances over your belly, circling your belly button, tickling you slightly

you wake up with a smile on your face, giggling softly an the first thing you will see is Cassian leaning over you

his dark curls topple over his forehead, sleep etched into his features, but he looks stunning

Cassian always lean down and kisses your brow, your nose and lastly your lips "good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well."

many mornings the soft and gentle kisses lead to a little more

Azriel

Azriel could sleep next to you for hours (the only time he really finds rest)

and he could also just lie next you for ours

your cheek is pressed into his palm while you sleep with your beck pressed against his front

Azriel is fully at ease in those moments

he has one arm crossed behind his head, a beautiful smile blooming on his face while he silently regards you

Azriel is also humming lowly, some sort of love song that you adore

you wake up to it, to the sweet humming of your mate, his chest softly vibrating behind your back

you often place a kiss to his palm and Azriel knows you are awake

he will remove his arm from behind his head, to curl it around you and pressing you closer to him "Good morning, beautiful. I hope your night was filled with wonderful dreams."

Azriel kisses your ear softly, then your cheek and lastly your lips

he always used to worry about morning breath until you told him you did not care one bit and love being woken by him kissing you

and so most, basically all, mornings start with you and Azriel sharing some soft, slow but nevertheless passionate kisses

Azriel takes his time devouring your, his hand softly stroking you while he tastes your mouth, making up for the time you have missed together

sometimes it turns into more, sometimes it also just stays with the kisses and you both decide to get some breakfast which you will often eat in bed

Lucien

just like it is with Azriel, Lucien also loves nothing more than having you sleep in his arms

it is the most peace and comfort he can get to have you sleeping right there in his arms

he knows he can protect you there and keep you safe and that brings him happiness

Lucien will never grow tired of admiring you and when you sleep next to him, in just the skin your were born with, he cannot stop himself from being in utter awe about how stunning his mate is

you are the most beautiful female he has ever seen, stunning and imperfectly perfect

Lucien will softly brush his hands over your skin, gently letting his finger tips dance over your skin

he loves it that the sheet has moved and slipped in the night

and he also loves to admire you, knowing how when you are awake you will always blush

Lucien also cannot stop from tickling you softly and then starting to pamper your skin with small pecks

he always starts at your belly, placing kisses to your skin, in a circle around your belly button

you will mostly like wake up then, giggling softly and your hand trying to find your mate before you even open your eyes

Lucien loves catching your hand and kissing the palm, then the back of it

you open your eyes when he sits up next to you, smiling from one ear to the other "good morning, my sunshine, I hope you are ready for the day ahead."

Lucien is one to love a good breakfast and who wants you to have a decent breakfast, for him it is the most important meal of the day and there is nothing better than sitting at the table with you, having breakfast and chatting about the day ahead, what you have planned and what you will do

Eris

when Eris allows himself to sleep longer he will mostly sleep as long as you do

he often gets woken by you either moving or shifting next to him

and if you accidentally shift away from him, he does not like it

so Eris will pull you closer again, making your snuggle up against him while burying his face in the crook of your neck

this mostly leads to you waking up and you find yourself in the warm comfort of your mate's embrace "rise and shine, my little firespike."

you have to giggle when you feel your mate's soft lips on your neck and a loud yawn parts your lips

Eris' chest rumbles behind you when he chuckles lowly

for a moment you stay entangle, talking a little about Eris' High Lord business for the day and what your plans are

Eris will pull the sheets further up just when a knock sounds from the door

just like every morning he has breakfast brought in, so that the two of you can eat in bed

actually Eris does not really like to have crumbs in bed, but for he does not care one bit

he loves sitting in bed with you, enjoying a soft and slowly morning

you will share many sweet kisses while munching on all the delicious dishes that have been brought in

[jungle-angel]

Master Of The Earth (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Out of all the Daggers, Bob has the biggest green thumb of all

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @bradshawsbaby @withahappyrefrain

It was one of those spring days where you knew summer would be right around the corner, bright and sunny, the birds singing and the fresh early morning air making its way into the house. You had been sitting out on the front steps, enjoying your morning coffee and relieved that your lesson plans for your class's sixth grade year were finally done and that all you would have to worry about were the Greek Games and the spring fair at the school you taught at.

You heard the faint playing of music coming from somewhere around the corner, just having finished a phone call with Bob's grandfather and wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you.

You wandered around the back to the backyard where the garden was already beginning to bloom, noticing that the greenhouse door was cracked open just a little to let in the fresh air. A cheeky grin played with your lips when you heard the bluetooth speaker playing "Shambala" by Three Dog Night and your eyes laying upon Bob who was dancing shirtless as he shoveled some of the bagged soil into the clay pots on the long wooden table.

"BOB!!"

"Jeebus FUCK!!!" he blurted out, jumping a little.

"Have you been in here all morning?" you asked him.

"Since five in the AM," he chuckled, drawing you in for a tight hug.

Oooh he was warm, so warm and a little sticky from the greenhouse humidity, smelling of fresh dirt and wet leaves. You kissed the curve of his neck and the tops of his pecs before he gladly and eagerly returned the kisses you had been giving.

"Oh, I've gotta show you these," he said excitedly.

He gently guided you to the bench where a whole pile of seed packets were waiting to be opened. "Oh my God," you chuckled. "Did you raid the entire Home Depot garden section?"

Bob had opened his mouth to say something. "I......ya know......it's funny you should ask that....."

"Robert Joseph......"

"(Y/n) I swear half of it was my dad's idea, I'm not lying."

You laughed and rolled your eyes. Bob, his dad Joe Floyd and Joe's father, Lowell, were the only three people on the face of the earth who would have willingly raided a Home Depot garden section and not given a single fuck hereafter. "Alright Professor Floyd," you said. "Continue with the lecture."

"Ah ok," Bob said. "Now we have here an assortment of plants that will be first put into clay pots and then gradually into bigger ones until they are ready to root in the ground. Now if you would like to flip through the pile of seed packets, you may feel free to do so."

You laughed and gladly flipped through the pile of packets, amazed at what Bob had been able to get. Calendula, oregano, cayenne pepper, chamomile, poppies, lavender, rosemary, mint, marigolds, valerian and a whole host of other herbs and flora that you swore weren't even native to where you lived.

"Ooh, yarrow," you said.

"That was always Meemaw's favorite," Bob explained. "I've also got tulsi, catnip and mugwort too."

"What else did you plant?" you asked him.

"Maybe a peach tree," Bob said, blushing a little. "For my sweet, juicy little peach of course."

You giggled, the heat filling you from head to toe.

"I've also got a few bushes too," Bob continued. "Blackberry, elderberry, raspberry.......maybe a camellia bush. Black cohosh will help with mom's hot flashes and keep the pests away. Nasturtium will grow hardy but they need wood dowels to climb up. I'd like to see about some mullein and nettle but I'm not sure where we'd put it. Hawk said he would come by later and give me some white sage seeds that he extracted from his daughter's garden too."

You could have listen to him babble on for hours about the plants and the experiments he was trying. You made a mental note to introduce him to Mr. Jenkins, the high school science teacher who was teaching his ninth graders some of the principals and techniques involved in holistic farming, as the two of them would have a day long conversation.

You and Bob set to planting the seeds, scooping the dirt and putting it into the pots along with the seeds and properly burying them just enough so they could push through to the surface when the time came. You watered and fertilized as you saw fit, taking pictures of new sprouts or buds and adding them into Bob's journal full of his drawings, writings and observations. You both had lost track of the time until you realized it was already noon and time for lunch. But thankfully, the day wasn't over yet and you could do as much more planting as the day would allow.

[solomons-poison]

#15 for kiss prompts list for ryomen sukuna?

👉👈💗

Oooh Sukuna is a bold choice, but I'm happy to try to write something sweet for him! I hope you enjoy 💜

(Requests now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out the prompt list linked below!)

Sukuna Ryomen x GN!reader

♡ sharing a surprise kiss

Kisses with Sukuna were often more a show of possessiveness than intimacy. Not that you didn't enjoy them, still, but it was a rare moment when he'd cradle you close and show you a rare moment of softness only you were privy to. Those kisses were gentle and sweet for once, rather than rough and dominating. It was just his personality causing him to be so rough, and honestly, it didn't bother you too much. But once in a while, you still craved a little more.

Sukuna wasn't stupid, either. He knew the way you melted in his arms when he kissed you like that, could hear the pounding of your heart and could practically see the hearts in your eyes as he pulled away. But he often kissed you to make a point, to show you but mostly others that you belonged to him. Nothing irked him more than seeing some loser nobody checking you out, as if they had a chance in hell. No other suitor was a match when compared to him, didn't know the spots that made you tremble, or how he loved you so good you left marks in his back, or could get you to sing his name like you were an opera singer.

But not only that, he considered you leagues above them. Sukuna insisted he was not the sentimental type, and he certainly didn't get hung up on the idea of things like soulmates or destined ones; it was a foolish thought meant for the same losers trying to court you. But damn if you weren't the closest thing to that he'd ever known. No one deserved your hand like he did. He was a possessive man, he knew that, but if he had a chance to show that you chose him, he always took it. However, you managed to make him rethink his actions, rethink what you meant to him, and unbeknownst to you, he wanted to pay you back.

That's why you were surprised tonight as you tried to enjoy some time at a nearby club with your lover. Sukuna was typically handsy, his big hands always wrapped around your hip or your shoulder, and he was always intentionally doing things to rile you up so that you'd leave early with him for more... exciting activities. But despite the ever-present hand resting on your waist, Sukuna was surprisingly obedient now. He danced with you out on the floor, got some drinks, and when you asked if he was feeling alright, he insisted he was fine. But something kept nagging at you otherwise.

Eventually you two left after a couple of hours, the thought still stuck in your mind as you entered your shared apartment that Sukuna was acting differently from usual. It sparked your anxiety, wondering if he was losing interest, so he didn't care about showing off anymore. But you barely had time to finish this thought before your boyfriend spun you around to face him, cupping your face with his huge hands and pressing his lips to yours, suppressing your gasp. When he finally pulled away, any worries that Sukuna didn't want you flew out the window the instant you saw him. Everything clicked as you saw that rare show of love burning in his eyes. In that moment, you knew he was the only one for you, just as you were his.

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Send me a type of kiss and a character!

[prettyinpikk]

What Cha' Gonna Do For Me

Part 2 of Ain't nobody. Part 1 here

Chaka Khan inspired fem!black reader x Sevika

I decided to make this a series with many different parts and a lot of tea to come 👀. I'm trying to feed y'all fr 🤭 but I hope you enjoy.♡

You enter for your next shift at the Last Drop going to the back to get ready quickly because you were already a bit late cause of your son Camron, not wanting to let you leave, having to put him to sleep while your sister watches him.

Going to the dressing room you put on your green matching set and touched up your hair and as you're walking out, you see the one and only Sevika herself kickin it with her poker friends with a cup of her favorite whiskey and a half lit blunt resting in-between her thick lips. From what you could see, she was in her element admiring her from where you stand. Your band mate had to remind you what you were really there for by calling your name to move your butt to the stage.

“Right, sorry I'm late. Baby boy wouldn't let me go.” Laughing it off as the band all dismissed it, knowing it's hard taking care of a kid by yourself.

“Alright, let's get this show started.”

At the sound of your voice being illuminated by the mic, Sevika looks up to the stage to see you getting into the song. At this point, she forgot about the card game she so easily could win. Instead, she's invested in the graceful voice that has taken up her senses. She couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous Black woman who danced and sang on the stage in front of her.

As you sang you take notice to Sevika’s staring so you take the advantage of the song changing and move to dance in the opened bar space, moving to dance towards her while singing, you realize damn near the whole bar was looking at you like you lost your last mind turing back to the stage you continue your show ending a bit early to let the band play for the rest of the night you walked over to her table and as you make you way over there everyone gave their attention to you, the group applauded for you as you thanked them shyly.

“Aww thank you. There's no need for that, really.” Smiling sweetly at them, you turn your full attention to her. “I was wondering if it was okay if I sat with you?”

Sevika takes this opportunity to really have a conversation with you without being interrupted, and she can finally ask you about that kid you’d mention. She then tells her poker friends to leave you two. “Have a sit doll face.”

“Doll face, that's new. I bet you call all the pretty ladies that, huh ya flirt.” Sending her a smirk of knowing.

“Well seeing that you are one of those pretty ladies, it seems so.”

Humming back a reply, you sit in a small silence, sensing that she wants to ask you something. “You look like you want to ask me something, so ask it.”

Sevika shifts in her seat before exhaling the smoke from her mouth. “So about that kid, how old are they?”

“Hmm straight into okay. Um, well, my boy Camron is 3, and he's turning 4 next month. How about you, got any kids?”

At this, Sevika barks out a laugh and shakes her head. “Hell no, you wouldn't catch me walking around with no brat.”

“Why they got to be a brat? What's wrong with kids away, I think they're cute.” You say with certainty, folding your arms over your chest, leaning forward on the table.

“Yeah well you just keep thinking that. They're just little pests that grow up to play loud music in the middle of the night while you try to sleep. That's what they are.”

“That sounds very specific. Are you beefin’ with a child, Sevika?” Laughing at her very serious and aggravated face.

“Beefin’ please, I despise the little maggot she's always over the place and has these mental breakdowns and expects me to fix them.” She huffed out already over it.

“Oooh let me guess, it's Jinx that you're talking about. Yeah, she's wild, but she's a sweet girl from the times I've talked to her.”

“Tch you don't know half of it.”

“Aw don't be too hard on her Vika. We used to be the same way when we were small she just trying to figure it out is all. Now give me them cards so I could kick yo ass in some spades. Oh, and don't act like I didn't see you staring at me while I was singing.” You say in a cocky tone with a smile on your face.

“Oh really now, don't go crying home when you lose love, and I was admiring the performer like everyone else.”

“Please lady I saw you looking into my soul, plus I had to go through all 7 of my uncles and my 3 of my aunties to get at least one win so I know you can't be that good because I can definitely hold my own in a game of spades.”

“Well that's not going to matter when I win. You want to put something on it?”

“HAHAAA hell no, that's my grocery money girl, you must be crazy.”

“Well it was worth a shot. So what does your kid dad do?” She asked, watching you shuffle the card deck.

You paused shuffling for a second, not expecting to go over those memories of Camron's dad again. “Don't know probably off somewhere with the broad he fucked.”

“Oh… I didn't mean to…-”

“No you're good, you were just curious and plus it was a while ago. Now back to this game don't get soft on me now.”

“Mhm you wish.”

“First one to win 5 rounds buys another one to drink.”

“Deal.”

[dustbunsinspace]

EYYYY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Here's a cute pic of my old grumpy GRUMPY man Fritz The Mini Lop from 2014. He had quite the temper and I loved him with my whole heart <3

Oooh, thank you, thank you! 🧡✨ I had no idea you were a bunny owner as well! No wonder you draw Usagi so cute! We used to have a lop buck as well, and sadly lost him too. But man are they some of the more temperamental buns, I love them so much.

Btw thank you for the kind words on my art, it made me so happy! I love your au, especially because Future Mikey finally gets to be happy 🥲 And I love the ‘And just like that’ fic, must have read it like 10 times at this point. They’re so silly, the table scene is comedy gold.

(Btw I listened to “I love you like a table’ from the Waitress on a loop so many times while drawing this, if they’d ever get married this should be their first dance, I swear, it’s so `Leochi coded).

[rendy-a]

For the event i was thinking in the self aware au that mc would probably get nervous knowing alot of eyes were going to be on them so they would want to get advice on how not to embarrass themselves and who better to go to then our resident fairest queen Vil

I was starting to think all my requests were going to end up being the “ask to dance” variety but then I thankfully started getting some different types, starting with yours!  This is a fun idea as I feel like Self-Aware AU Vil would somehow be personally invested in the publicity of the Player.  He isn’t just a fan; he is the Player’s agent, stylist, and publicist all in one!

The hot sun beat down on you as you sat in a folding chair on the lawns of NRC listening to Crowley give some sort of welcome speech.  At least, you think that was what it was supposed to be.  Crowley’s ramblings had sort of veered off into rubbing his “Goodwill Dance” success into his rival Ambrose’s face.  For at least the past thirty minutes.  It was not only the NRC students, who were long since used to Crowely’s antics, but even the polite Fair Maiden girls and kindly Royal Sword boys who seemed to be at the end of their patience. 

At least you had people watching to amuse you.  The students of NRC were mostly used to you and you to them.  These newcomers offered you a chance to observe some new things.  You enjoyed seeing how the girls of FMA wore their hair and deciding if you could see any of the trends from your own world reflected in this one.  The RSA students were also refreshing to watch.  It had been so long since you’d seen a boy your age hold the door open for someone that you’d gasped out loud when you saw a polite RSA student grab the door for Professor Trein.  Each a delightful change of pace compared to your average NRC student’s behavior. 

You weren’t the only one people watching, though.  Whatever strange interest the students of NRC had in you extended to these newcomers as well.  You’d smile and they’d panic and faint or trip down a flight of stairs.  It was alarming really, so you’d tried to limit your interactions with them outside of events like this one.  For that reason, the number of students in FMA and RSA that could recognize you was limited.  Many of the eager students were having their first opportunity to see you now, but only if they could find you.  They had a searching gaze that swept over the NRC section, and you could practically imagine the whispered conversations that matched the pointing, ‘Do you think it’s that one?  No, maybe this one?’  You smiled to yourself, there were at least a few more days of anonymity before the big dance where you were sure everyone would discover who you were. 

“And finally,” Crowely boomed out, “I’d like to thank our very special guest who is like a child to me.  I am thankful everyday that such an illustrious person as the Play..err, ahem, as Yourself chooses to call Night Raven home.” You crouch down lower in your seat, hoping the various looks you are getting from the NRC students aren’t drawing too much attention; this wasn’t your plan at all.  “In fact, where…Ah!  There you are!  RIGHT THERE!  Second row, I’m pointing right at you!  Yes, YOU!  How very grateful you are to be witness to my boundless generosity in person.  Ah, I am so wonderful.” Well, so much for anonymity.

The assembly ended and, as you had predicted, a wave of RSA and FMA students swept over to gawk at you.  You forced a polite smile on your face and greeted all your unusual fans.  “Wow!  I can’t believe it’s really you!” one boy shouted while gently patting you on the back.  “Yup, it sure is me, I guess?” you reply.  “Oooh!” cooed a long-haired girl, “I have imagined this day for so long and now I finally get to bask in your presence.  You are just so…so…ahhh…” As she trails off you gaze down at yourself and understand.  Your uniform is old enough that it is more grey than black and the treads on the edge of your shirt are unravelling slightly.  Not to mention that you are so perfectly ordinary and not say, a regal dragon prince, or anything.  “Sorry?” you awkwardly reply.

“Oh! NO! I didn’t…I mean…well your…ah…I mean…you look…hmm…” you try to smile politely at all the not-quite-compliments she attempts, “Oh! Yes, you smell wonderful.”  At this the girl heaves a sigh of relief at finding one thing she could positively focus on.  It was a strange compliment though and it left you momentarily puzzled until you remembered putting on some of the scent Vil had gifted you for your birthday.  Of course, you smell good; anything Vil picked out was bound to be top quality.  In fact, that gives you an idea.

The walls of Pomefiore towered over you as you approached the regal dorm based on the Beautiful Queen.  Inside was its own beautiful queen, Vil, and the students he guided.  You were still embarrassed by the happenings of this morning.  Sure, you’d never really tried before to measure up to the mysterious persona you’d been granted in TWST but the way you’d had to stand there as you underwhelmed everyone excited to meet you…well, you didn’t want that repeated.  There was only one thing they had found impressive and that had been due to Vil’s influence, so you reasoned that if you wanted to change their impression of you, this was the place to start.

When you entered the foyer of Pomefiore, you were touched to find a collection of students waiting for you.  They were quick to criticize the FMA and RSA students who had made light of you earlier.  You were sure this wasn’t a healthy way to address the issue, but you still felt happy to hear it.  “I don’t get where she gets off acting like the fashion police in last season’s lipstick.”  This earns the nods of several angry students.  “And that RSA goon?  He was wearing socks with sandals.  SOCKS!  With SANDALS!”  That elicited a gasp from the outraged students over such an offence.  “Come with us, Prefect, and we will give you a makeover until no one can deny the way you shine!”  The crowd gathers around you and starts to usher you into the lounge when a slow clapping is heard from the stairs.

“Je regrette, mes amis,” Rook begins from the landing of the stairs, “but Vil himself is requesting to personally handle this transformation.” There were sighs of bitter disappointment, but no one dared question the will of the Queen of Pomefiore, least of all you.  You followed Rook up the stairs and down several hallways until you reached an elaborately decorated door that, you assumed, would lead to Vil’s room.  “Would that I could follow you and see you emerge from your cocoon in person,” Rook lamented with a dramatic hand placed to his forehead, “but alas, I must remain out here.”  You give him a wide-eyed look, unsure of how to respond to his dramatics.  “Go Trickster, go and become an even more beautiful butterfly!”  Then he flings open the door and practically pushes you inside. 

You carefully crept further into the room; carefully because it was quite dark inside.  Then, with a sudden dramatic flair, the curtains were cast open and your eyes beheld Vil.  The change in light caused you to focus on the only brightest point in the room and that was where Vil stood.  It was if he’d arranged for the sun itself to be his spotlight just to impress you, but you supposed that was just you being dramatic.  Although, when you calmed down enough to really take his expression in, you wondered if that was the intention after all.  He seemed far too pleased with the way you were gazing directly and only at him.

You force yourself to look away and remark, “That was quite an entrance there, Vil.  I almost thought you were onstage.”  He clucks his tongue at you, “Sweet Potato, for those of us in our position, the entire world is a stage.  You’d do well to realize that.”  You smile sadly, “I think I learned that this morning.  You might say my act bombed.”  He approaches you quietly until he stands right before you, “I heard.  All I can say about that is How. Dare. They!”  The final words were spoken with such a hiss of venom that it took you aback.  “Well, I guess I do understand.  I mean, just look at me,” you say as you gesture to your shabby clothing.

“No.” Vil replies simply, “A star is a star, whether they play the Prince or the Pauper.  I feel personally offended that these simpletons were unable to recognize your appeal.”  It was ridiculous enough that it drags a laugh from you, “I keep my appeal hidden inside, deep inside.” Vil is not amused, “Well then, we will need to force it out and put it on display.”  You wipe the smile off your face, “Yes sir!”  He gets an evil smirk on his face, “You can mock now but you better prepare yourself for my training.  When I’m done with you, no one anywhere will be able to look down on you.” 

If you thought Vil was brutal over the boys at the Fairy Gala, it felt like nothing compared to the regimen he prepared for you.  Clothing, manners, dancing, and socializing; all these topics were part of your time with Vil.  He worked your mercilessly up until the day of the dance.  After your final lesson, he presented you with a gift.  “Heels?” you ask unsure, “I don’t know if I’m exactly the heel type.”  Vil gives you a condescending look, “Heels are for everyone, Sweet Potato, and these aren’t just heels.  They are stilettos.  Do you know what a stiletto is?” 

You take the heel from the box and point to the back of the shoe, “Its this part, right?”  He rolls his eyes, “No Potato, I mean a real stiletto.”  You shake your head no.  “A stiletto is a kind of dagger; the sort you’d pierce someone’s heart with.  Just remember that next time anyone dares insult you.  If that happens, use these heels to grind them into dust.”  You decided Vil was less like your Fairy Godmother and more like your Mafia Godfather, but you weren’t complaining.  Watchout RSA and FMA, the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm was about to make an entrance to this dance.  And this time, everyone would know it was all about you. 

[sev-on-kamino]

Congrats on 200!!

Was wondering if you could give headcanons about reader shitfaced drunkenly saying I love you and how they react either just right away or both then and the next morning

With whoever you want and however many you want ❤️ but please rex and dogma??

Thank you so much, love!!!

Oooh this is a fun prompt, thank you for sending it in 💙💙

Warnings: being drunk, passing out, but you’re safe as houses with our boys, so no worries. Minors still DNI.

Rex, Dogma, Jesse, Kix, and Fives react to you saying ‘I love you’ when you’re drunk:

Rex

He blinks several times and ??? blue screens

You definitely just said “I love you, Rex.” He’s positive because he’s perfectly sober.

He knows you care for him, but this is another level that he’s not equipped to deal with on the fly, so he just gets you back to the barracks and tucked into your bed.

The next day, he calls you into his office to talk.

After he awkwardly beats around the bush, he finally takes a deep breath, and asks if you remember the night before.

Once you assure him you do, he asks if you meant what you said.

After you make it clear that you meant it drunk, and you mean it sober then you’ll get the softest “I love you too” imaginable.

Dogma

His heart skips a beat, but he thinks you’re teasing him, and he quells the hope that you mean it.

“Did Fives put you up to this?” 😒

You insist it’s true, but it’s hard for him to take you seriously when you can’t even walk straight.

“Sure, sure, cyar’ika.” He sighs, and gets you home safely.

The next day after breakfast he asks again if Fives told you to mess with him.

You ask what the kriff he’s on about, and he tells you.

Your face heats up and you swallow hard. “No, Fives didn’t tell me to say that, I just don’t have a filter when I’m drunk…”

The pair of you stand there a moment while he processes what you just said. “Me too,” he blurts out. “I feel the same about you too I mean.”

Before you can react he kisses you desperately before saying he needs to run drills, or clean something.

Jesse

He grins at you, “Oh, you’re in a fun mood, huh, mesh’la?”

You say it again, crawling into his lap and telling him how gorgeous and perfect he is before passing out.

He holds you close for awhile thinking about how good it would feel to hear you say those words when you meant them.

The next day he takes the time to tease you about how utterly hammered you were. He details the dancing, the singing, and the bar fight you almost started, but he leaves out the “I love you.”

You tell him you just remember getting into his lap and going to sleep.

“Yeah, that’s it. Oh wait, you also told me I was gorgeous and perfect and you love me. Ring any bells?”

“I’ll accept the loving you part, because I do. But the other stuff? You made that up.”

He will definitely argue with you for a good long while before ever getting around to the fact that he loves you too.

Kix

He cups your face, “Tell me again when you’re sober, ok?”

You drunkenly protest, “No I have to tell you now, Kix. I love you.”

He kisses your forehead, and wraps you up in a hug. “Nope, I’m only accepting sober declarations of love, cyare.”

There’s pouting, whining, some tears, and then you pass right out.

The next day he strolls up to you, and hands you meds and a canteen of water before he asks, “Have you gotten all that liquid courage out of your veins? Can I hear those sweet words from my cyare, who can think straight?”

Your face heats up, but you nod and tell him again.

You get the warmest smile full of unspoken devotion before he tells you he loves you too.

Fives

He thinks you’re being playful at first, so he plays along. “Of course you do, mesh’la. Who else could be worthy?”

You get annoyed because you’re not playing, and he’s not listening. It doesn’t help that you’re leaning on him for support, and trying to keep from falling.

“Whatever, Fives. I take it back anyway,” you mutter after enduring his lighthearted teasing.

“You can’t take it back, that’s selfish 😌”

The two of you go back and forth all the way up to him getting you tucked into bed safely.

The next morning he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything before he says, “You know I love you too, right?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Are you fucking with me right now?”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t play with your heart like that, cyare. It’s too precious.”

Your gaze softens, and you lean forward to kiss him, he eagerly meets you halfway, murmuring against your lips how much he loves you.

I feel like I always forget my taglist when answering asks, but I remembered this time: @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @iamburdened @sunshinesdaydream (Hardcase will get his own post 😘) @dukeoftheblackstar @rexxdjarin @wolffegirlsunite @sleepingsun501 @808tsuika

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Cicero doing his usual "check-ins" on The Listener while getting ready to sleep at their room in the Sanctuary, only to hear some odd sounds coming from their room. He's got his knife in hand and he's ready to strike when he looks inside and sees...Oh. The Listener's naked! And the hand covering their mouth to muffle their cries is their own, and their other hand...Oh, Listener! Cicero never imagined the glorious, sacred Listener would be so...well, naughty.

Cicero never really bothered touching himself, since his personal needs/desires were less important than the Night Mother (aka, the only body he regularly worships--not his own lol). Besides, he got a special kind of bliss and release from killing anyway. Still, the Listener makes it look very fun. How can such a talented killer look so vulnerable and soft and exposed like this?

Cicero stares in wonder/excitement/amusement while the Listener touches themselves. He's giggling quietly, muttering to himself and feeling the same kind of "excitement" he gets while carrying out a kill. ("Listener, oooh Listener! Cicero caught you being naughtyyyy. And in the Sanctuary, too! What if Mother wants to speak to you while you're having your bit of fun? Whatever they're imagining behind those closed eyes/ it's making them blush and their hips start to rise~~~")

Truth be told, he's wanted to find a way to praise the Listener similar to how he cares for the Night Mother. After all, the Listener has a part of her inside their soul. Instead of fresh flowers and preventing any mold from growing in the coffin, Cicero can worship the Listener's body...well, like this! They don't need to do it themselves anymore--Humble Cicero lives to serve, after all.

The Listener already has had to deal with him doing their laundry, watching them sleep, maintaining their weapons, and even bathing them himself on occasion, so they really shouldn't be surprised when he bursts into the room and declares that he wants to "tend to their needs" and won't take no for an answer here either. He'll spread their legs further and insist on making the Listener cum; the Listener is too precious to feel the embrace of the Void yet, but the least Cicero can do is give them another kind of bliss!

He has no experience at all but he's a very curious and dedicated learner. Ooh, he can taste the Listener without biting into their skin, and they taste...quite nice! The little bud they were playing with down there is so soft, and the Listener seems to like how it feels whenever Cicero laughs while his lips are latched to it. His fingers can disappear all they way inside of them, and they're so warm on the inside. The only embrace he's ever felt was the cold, clammy embrace of the Night Mother whenever he tended to her bones; but The Listener is the exact opposite.

He's incredibly awkward and creepy without meaning to be, and way too earnest about this entirely new experience. He'll stare down at them with wide manic eyes to gauge their reaction to what he's doing, mutter the weirdest shit ("I hope Mother sees just how well Cicero's taking care of her, OUR dear Listener...") like how he wants to take some of the extra flowers he'd picked for the Night Mother and put them INSIDE the Listener ("Cicero's making you bloom, just like a bouquet of pretty Nightshade flowers! You'd look even lovelier with some of them all over the bed, covering you, maybe one inside here too...hm. Then again, they ARE poisonous...does it still make someone sick if they don't eat it with their mouth?")

Since it's a sacred ritual to him now, he'll make little prayers to Sithis and the Night Mother while worshipping them too. And when/if the Listener finally manages to cum, Cicero is SO happy! He's clapping and cheering and dancing over just how well he did, and he insists on staying the rest of the night at the Listener's side to guard them as they sleep. Watching them sleep is something he usually does anyway, but doing it after fucking them is definitely a new spin on it.

As much as he loves tending the Night Mother's body, he finds he also enjoys this new "duty" (that isn't really a duty and the Listener actively says they don't want him to do, but they just let him do it since he's so insistent) a lot too. He feels like he gets to become one with the Listener for a while when he's inside them like this, and unlike the Night Mother, he can see and feel and hear and taste just how much the Listener appreciates his dedication.

The Listener knows that Cicero is VERY hard to dissuade when he gets like this, especially regarding how he wants to treat them and the Night Mother. If he wants to worship them like this, it's just easier to let him do it. Besides, knowing him he'd just try again while they slept or he'd paralyze them with a potion so he can do his "sacred duty" to them. They're supposed to be close on a whole other level, after all! He's the Keeper, and they're the Listener. And in addition to the Night Mother, he wants to be THEIR Keeper now too. Obviously the Night Mother takes first priority, but they're an extension of her will and power. So he'll "keep" them as well, even if they don't want it.

[munacy]

Anticipation

@wolfstarmicrofic

A continuation for @stars-a-n-d-scars Part 1 (ignorance) Part 2 (duck)

There is no way this plan can go wrong. It was concocted by the ingenious James F. Potter himself, and James F. Potter does not fail, as a general rule.

"All we have to do, Wormy, is come up with a list of things that gay blokes like, and see if Remus likes those things too!"

Peter's eyes become as round as Galleons. "That's genius, Prongs!"

James is aware.

"Okay, so what goes on the list then?" Peter asks eagerly.

Well, alright, he's not thought that far.

"Hell, I dunno, Peter. How did we know with Sirius?"

"You mean besides the fact that he follows Remus around like a...well, like a puppy dog?"

"No, you're right, Sirius was too easy," James agrees grimly. Then he sighs. "Well, s'not like I'm some authority on queer culture; I've never fancied a bloke before!"

"...Not once?" Peter says slyly.

James tenses.

"...And just what are you implying?"

"That I know that you've given Regulus Black's bare arse a good peek in the lockers--"

"I WAS NOT CHECKING HIM OUT, YOU CRETIN! I WAS TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS THE SAME BIRTHMARK AS SIRIUS!!--"

"--Okay, not helping your case even a little--"

"--AND I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE, YOU BASTARD!!"

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The following morning, they decide to wing it. Winging things has worked out well for them in the past, and the timing could not be better, as Madame Pomfrey has decided to keep Sirius in the Hospital Wing until she rules out a few magical maladies (although, not once has she let James skive off after being lovesick over Lily, which is a genuine illness). It's not often that they can get Remus alone without Sirius attached like a limpet.

"Watch this," Peter hisses, holding a peach in one hand and a banana in the other. "Gay blokes love bananas."

"By Merlin, Peter, I'm beginning to suspect there's a genius hidden under all of that blue-eyed naivety."

Peter makes a pleased expression before turning to Remus at the breakfast table. "Oi, Moony, I've grabbed two fruit, one for you, one for me. Which one would you like?"

Remus barely looks up from his book before selecting the banana with a muttered "thanks".

James and Peter share a look of unbridled glee, then turn to stare at Remus as he chomps away at the benign yellow fruit. His amber eyes finally drift up to meet their combined intense gaze, and he swallows, looking uncomfortable.

"Are you two alright?...You're sort of being… really weird, right now."

James breathes out a bit shakily. "You really like bananas, don't you, Moony," he says unblinkingly.

"Erm...No, not really. Actually hate 'em,” Remus scowls, clearly disturbed by their laser-focused attention.

"What!? Why did you pick it over the peach, then, why?!" cries Peter melodramatically and clawing the air with his hands.

"Because!" Remus yells back, brows furrowing with increasing bewilderment, "Pomfrey wants me to try to get more potassium in! Says it might help with the cramps around the full!"

He looks between James' and Peter's inexplicably devastated expressions, and scoffs, picking up his tray and leaving to go sit with Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald.

"Fuck," James moans.

-----------------

"Okay, okay, this is a sure thing," James mutters at rapid-fire. "Gay blokes love ABBA."

"Brilliant," Peter nods, face open and trusting.

"Quick! I hear him coming!"

As Remus enters the dormitory to exchange his Arithmancy book for Ancient Runes, his eardrums are viciously assaulted with the bouncy strains of "Dancing Queen", blasting from their record player with enough magically-enhanced volume to rattle the window pane.

OOH, YOU CAN DANCE!

"WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS!"

YOU CAN JIVE!

"ISN'T IT WONDERFUL!" screams James.

HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!

"IT MAKES ME FEEL MY DEEP INSIDE FEELINGS ON THE OUTSIDE!" howls Peter.

OOOH, SEE THAT GIRL--

Remus casts a wordless spell that goes off with a bang, bringing the record player to a tenth of the volume.

"I fucking hate disco," he growls, storming out of the dorm and slamming the door on his way out.

Peter sighs. "Prongs, maybe he just isn't bent? Wouldn't that be such a shame for poor old--"

"PETE! P-Pete, mate, your foot!"

Peter looks down at his traitorous foot, tapping along—completely of its own accord—to ABBA. "Fuck!" he wails. "It's too catchy!"

-----------------

They have one last idea, but neither of them is enthusiastic about it.

"It's got to be you, Prongs," Peter whimpers panickily, "I haven't got the pectorals!"

And Peter, unfortunately, has never been so right.

But what if Remus falls in love with me instead? He's bound to! Doesn't that defeat the entire purpose? Poor Padfoot, he'd be so devastated.

"Don't think about the ramifications just now," Peter interrupts his internal monologue, snapping his fingers in front of his friend's gold-rimmed spectacles. "We've got no choice, Jamie. At this point, it's embarrassing we haven't been able to figure out this very basic thing about our best mate."

James nods reluctantly.

Into the breach.

That late afternoon finds James, alone in the dorm, exiting a gratuitously steamy shower once he hears that snick of the dormitory door shutting, signaling that Remus has returned from Charms Club.

Took the wanker long enough, I'm all pruney now.

"Oh, Reeemuuus!" James calls in a purr, very loosely wrapping a towel around his hips. "Could you come here a second?"

The door opens tentatively.

"Christ, Prongs, it's like a rainforest in here. How long did you shower for?" Remus accuses, his unruly tawny curls already protesting against the humidity. "And why are you showering in the middle of the day?"

James waits until Remus finally makes eye contact with him to take a few slow, deliberate steps closer, looking up at Remus (damn, but the boy just keeps shooting up) from under his dark lashes.

"And...when do you like to take long showers, Remus?" he murmurs.

"Eh? I dunno, sometimes I like to take a hot bath or two after the full." Remus' brows furrow in concern. "You feeling alright, Prongs? Maybe you've got whatever Padfoot has. Where is Padfoot, anyway?"

James steps ever closer. He could touch Remus. He's about to touch Remus. HIs mouth goes oddly dry with anticipation.

"Don't worry about Sirius. Worry about me for a second," he whispers.

Remus' intense golden eyes finally break their gaze as they subtly flick up and down James' body.

"Oh, is that why you called me in here?"

Gotcha, you lovely, queer bastard.

"Why, yes, Remus, I'm dying for you to--"

An exasperated sigh and eyeroll interrupt what would have been a surefire seduction.

"As I've told you nigh on a hundred times, Prongs, wizards don't get skin cancer. That mole on your lower back looks perfectly normal, as I've already said, and I'm not going to look at it again!"

James can only gape at Remus.

He tuts. "I don't have time for this; you're literally fine. I'm going to see if Pads is still in the Hospital Wing."

Remus exits in a whirl, leaving James reeling in the bathroom--wet, humiliated, and, if he's being completely honest with himself, just the tiniest bit aroused.

-----------------

"James! James!" Peter bursts into the dormitory with Sirius in tow, moments after James has gotten clothes back on. "Padfoot's out of the Hospital Wing and I've informed him of our mission!"

"Right, mate," Sirius follows breathlessly. "You lot are trying to figure out if Moony's gay, then?"

James moans and put his head in his hands. He feels this close to unraveling. "We've been trying to figure it out all day!"

"Really?? What have you tried?" prompts Sirius eagerly.

"POTASSIUM!" shouts James incoherently.

"Erm--"

"Disco, too, louder than eruption of Krakatoa," interjects Peter mournfully.

"Great--" James suppresses a sob--"Great, rock hard pectorals. Prize-winning pectorals. Boy's unflappable. I have no idea."

Sirius purses his lips, clearly between seeking clarification on the gibberish they've spouted and slapping them both silly. Fortunately for all involved parties, he does neither.

"Lads. Here's an idea. Why don't we just ask him?"

-----------------

Thanks to those of you that have stuck around! <3

Part 4: Thirst

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 a lil bit of zachaponi for ya bc I wanna know more about them.

Aponi groaned as she slumped in her seat in front of her vanity.

She had just finished a performance and was utterly exhausted... luckily enough, that was her final performance of the night and Val told her she could go home after.

As she took off her makeup, her mind wandered to the bartender who had been staring at her..... it had been happening for almost a week now.... everything Aponi had a performance, or even when she was just dancing, she caught a glimpse of him staring.....

And the weird thing.... it didn't creep her out.... somehow she felt that he didn't mean any harm... in fact, everything she caught him, he would turn his head away and she would get a glimpse of a blush growing on the black shadows of his cheeks.

.......

With her coat on, Aponi began to walk out of the club. Only to be stopped by the very same bartender who clearly had a crush on her.

"Hey! Aponi, right?" He asked as he leaned over the table.

Aponi stopped and stared at him before letting out a smile and sitting down.

"The one and only. And you are?" She replied.

"I'm Zachariah. I was just hired last week. You're a really good dancer," He stated.

Aponi blushed. "Oh! Uh.. thanks.."

"Would you like a drink? On the house," He offered with a lopsided smile.

"Oooh I would, but I've been sober for almost 2 years now," Aponi replied, a hint of regret in her voice at not taking his offer.

"Oh no worries! Would you wanna go out sometime? I know a really nice normal Cafe that isn't crawling with strippers and overlords," He stated.

"... actually that sounds wonderful..... How about-"

Aponi was interrupted by her phone ringing.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Darling, I need your assistance... please," the radio demon on the other line muttered, almost desperately.

Right.... October....... Aponi glanced at Zachariah before taking a breath.

"I'll be there in 15.... bye," she stated, cutting the call short. "I've gotta go... side job. My... boss needs me... but how about you give me your number and I call you?" Aponi stated with a smile as she handed her phone to the other demon.

He took it, glancing at her contacts before putting in his number.

"Not to pry, but.. the Radio demon is your other boss?" He asked.

".. something like that.... I'll call you! Bye!" Aponi exclaimed before walking out of the club, a smile plastered on her face.

[fieldofdaisiies]

If you're still doing HC requests maybe Az x reader proposal, maybe Az dancing around a proposal and reader just like "are you asking me to marry you?" or them eloping and after a significant amount of time the IC finding out and aren't sure what they are more upset about; the elopement or the amount of time it took for the couple to tell them?

oooh I will do the first one if that is fine❤️

Azriel being super nervous (obviously)

he has the ring in the pocket of his pants for around three weeks, always waiting for the right moment

but the right moment is not coming

it is never perfect, it is always good or okay, but not perfect

and Az wants it to be perfect for you

when washing your clothes you once saw the box of the ring so you know partly what is up and just highly anticipate him to make this move

but he does not and you get anxious

what if he has decided otherwise

and then Solstice nears and....Azriel does nothing

he declares his love for you, kissing you under a misteltoe and that is it

and then you decide to take matters into your own hands

it takes a little, you wait until Starfall

what you don't know that Azriel has also chosen this day

so once you stand outside on the balcony, staring up into the sky you turn to him and part your lips, seeing Azriel fumble with something behind his back

he stutters (and it is adorable as you have never seen him like that, so nervous) "So..ahm, Y/N, we have been...yeah, together for a while...and...." "Are you asking me to marry you?" you take the words from him, grinning from ear to the other. "Finally?!"

a reliefed sigh leaves Azriel and he grins when revealing the ring to you

"Yes!"

he kneels down on one knee, opening the box "You are my mate. My home. The love of my love. I love you endlessly and with every fiber of my body. Will you marry me?"

obviously you say yes and spend the most beautiful and wonderful Starfall you have ever had together

[brineffxiv]

We have been invited to a meeting of representatives of all the Alliance nations and the beast tribes.

(Wow, I wish the game would give me a better word to use, feels like a slur to call them "beasts". Also, though I realize them being 3d models would make this difficult, they should really be offered a seat at the table - literally - to make this feel like we actually respect them as equals. Having them stand at one end feels... not right.)

And the meeting is fine and dandy, and we agree to form The Grand Company of Eorzea, and Kan-E-Senna asks Alphinaud to write up a report covering his experiences with the Crystal Braves and and and none of that matters because THIS BASTARD showed up!!

I have slain gods who had committed lesser crimes than the words you just said to your children.

I don't care about the Final Days anymore; Zenos and Fandaniel can go bring about the end of the world and dance in the ashes for all I care. THIS bastard is my new target. I will make you eat those words Fourchenault Leveilleur. You should be ashamed of yourself, and as Hydaelyn is my witness I will make sure you are.

*mutters darkly*

You have a clearer head than I, G'raha, I don't remember what he said besides his being an insufferable git. If the Forum wanted to distract me, that was a masterful way to do it. I'm still fuming.

Oh dear. Looks like Fandaniel is leading a force to Carteneau. I wonder if Zenos will be accompanying him?

But before we can leave on the airship, Fordola meets us and insists we must come with her.

Oh Arenvald, I am so sorry. Is it your legs or your back? I'm sorry. How rude of me. I am glad to see you alive.

Arenvald can fight no longer, so he looks to Alphinaud to carry on where he cannot. Alphinaud doesn't feel like much of a hero, nor is he sure that he is the right person for the job, but Arenvald gives him a pep-talk and we go.

Arenvald is obviously feeling very depressed about the loss he's suffered, but I am glad he has Fordola there for support (Ship it? Ship it). And I am glad it seems that, while he might no longer be able to wield a sword, he's not out of the fight just yet. I am... potentially hopeful we might see some good disability representation through him? It's already refreshing to see the idea that being disabled makes you useless so clearly and strongly rebutted.

Aaaaaaa! Who are you making me fight as this time!?

Okay but I want those little figures. Please. Let me buy the whole set and put them on my desk.

We gotta defend the aetheric confluence. This was painful. I am unskilled with these fights. Especially the one where I had to be Urianger. PAIN.

(Fuck yes Ravana. My favorite primal!)

Please no, Fandaniel. I don't need another homoerotic violence friendship. There is only room in my heart for one muderboyfriend.

We won the day, and, while we could not save them all, we saved some. And that will have to be enough.

I think this is hope.

Yesss thank you game for appreciating my desire to make that man pay.

Omg omg is that a scythe!? Is Zenos a Reaper now? Haha sweet.

Um. What's that spiky edifice behind you there? Also, I just noticed there appear to be ruins of buildings everywhere?

Oh yeah. That's gotta be the main tower that Thancred and Urianger espied in Garlemald. Or the final boss' lair. Possibly both. Spooky fucking thing, regardless.

Opposite of hope?

Ooooo!

I kinda adore you, Zenos. You crazy bastard. I think you've fallen for me and don't know what to do with that, so express it the way you express everything else: violence!

We have assessed the aetheric currents, and determined that the towers are being fueled by drawing upon the lands' aether directly. We must inform our allies of this.

But then...

Hydaelyn?

Hydaelyn!?!? After all this time, what brings you to speak with me? To send an avatar of yourself here?

Oh shit. That's not good. Can you be a little more specific?

Oh dear.

Aaand nobody else saw the glowing lady.

Oooh and now the spooky moon is over us too.

And with that. I believe I have reached the end of Shadowbringers. The greatest expansion so far. I don't feel prepared to sum up an experience as profound as this was. Fantastic game. I am eager to get playing Endwalker.

[quoththemaiden]

What is your favorite thing about the Eric x Muriel situation?

Oooh, there’s so many reasons I love them and ship them. The first and simplest is that they’re great characters on their own. They’ve both been around since time immemorial, but they both bring such an intense energy to any new thing they’re allowed to do, no matter how unappealing it might seem on the surface. Getting to talk to a higher-ranking angel or demon, even if it results in them being dissolved in acid a few times, is such a rare opportunity that they fling themselves into it full-force. I’d love to get to see them experience some actually nice things together, and to learn for themselves what things are actually wonderful and how to create wonderfulness and niceness themselves. It would be such a scary journey, but I’d like to see them support each other through it!

The next layer is that they actually aren’t perfect people at the moment. We don’t get enough scenes with them to see much darkness, but they aren’t just fully sweetness and light. Muriel was perfectly chipper in the Job minisode about the people and animals dying and they didn’t seem to have any moral hesitation about reporting on Aziraphale and Crowley. Now, they were completely incompetent as a spy so we don’t know what they would have done if they’d actually had real proof to present, but at this point they’re clearly not tuned into the stakes and they could easily cause a lot of collateral damage. Plop them down at the crucifixion and would they even know enough to wince at Jesus’s pain or understand why anyone was mourning?

And for Eric’s part, the first thing that springs to mind is that deleted scene where he wants to punch “Aziraphale” while he’s tied up. “I’ve always wanted to hit an angel!” And, really, why not? He’s a demon. Why wouldn’t he want to hurt an angel? It reminds you that Eric Fell. Regardless of why Eric Fell or how he felt about his fellow angels before the Fall, he very likely fought against them, he had no apparent qualms about helping to kill one now, and he might well hold a totally reasonable amount of bitterness for his siblings who never got punished like he did. So, yeah, why not take the opportunity to sock one when the opportunity arises?

So how would that play out in their relationship, if Muriel is unknowingly callous and Eric has spent six thousand years in a workplace built around cruelty? They’ll learn and grow after they’re finally able to experience new things — of course they will — but how will that play out for them as individuals or as a couple? There are so many potential pitfalls. Just like the highs of Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship are sweeter because they do have the lows where their jokes don’t land, they say totally the wrong thing, or they fail a moral test in the other’s eyes, there would surely be stumbling blocks for Eric and Muriel as well. And that makes it so much more interesting.

(The layer after that is that they’re so freakin’ adorable. Absolute cutie-pies. @strophalosx3's fanart of Eric twirling Muriel around in a dance kills me every time because I cannot handle the cuteness. That takes a lower layer because of course it’s just superficial, and also because they have a lot of competition for attractiveness and charisma — our Ineffable Husbands whose love shines through in every scene, Uriel who’s so confident and drop-dead gorgeous, Dagon who manages to be adorable in a mature office lady kind of way despite the make-up, Saraqael who brings such an intense aura of competence to every scene… so many great actors and character designs! But if I had to rank them specifically for adorability, Eric and Muriel are both definitely up there at the top and that certainly adds to the fun of shipping them.)

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Man Suang Live Reaction

HEAVY SPOILER ALERTS!!!

That creepy guy from the beginning I'm kinda glad he's dead.

Wan you poor dumb boy why did you pull the knife

The intro song is epic

Damn Be on Cloud can you say Production Value!! The extras and the market sets!

Yo looser your creep nephew wasn't killed by them.

TTTTOOOONNNNGGG!! Looking fine baby that opium pipe is beautiful.

Poor Wan I want to give him a hug.

Ohh that reaction is Wan related to the Chinese gangsters.

Again Production value come through!

God even laying there Apo is beautiful.

That scene was a tad overacted.

MIIIILLEEEE or should I say.... CHATRA!!

Kitty!!!😻 Also Mile is beautiful

The dance teacher is so pretty

Oooh I see Chatra is interested... A self-trained dancer

Sir you're supposed to be undercover what see you fighting?

Tong look at you. I need him to play more serious dramas, look at him he's so elegant.

So Tong is Khun Hong.

I like the lord he's quietly menacing. Though leave Khem alone.

Ouch!

Pretty!!!

Look at him dance.

Right Miss pretty teach he's wonderful

Go Chatra with the drums.

You know they said Chatra acts sort if regal what if he's related to prince in some way. Maybe he's the prince?

Yay the official dance

PING!!

Hey the other dancer is pretty.

Yes Lord be smitten

Yeah baby boy you can do as you please. Shes right and you're undercover again!!!

Oh why are there so many creeps around our pretty boy??

Kitty, cheer him up.

Oh my god it's happening!!

You did a good job today 😭

You did a good job again 😭😭😭😭

You know for now hit him (but don't you're undercover)

Yes no whoreophobia in this house

Oh you didn't just hit Wan that's my child. Fuck them up.

Yes Chatra!!

Miss teach make them walk through coals.

Oh look it's our boys.. So cute

He is charming right.

Ok who the fuck is in charge of this translation copulate, bollocks? Even for someone who spent 6 years in Scotland it's a bit eh.

Okay Chatra is definitely important

Okay this scene is cute but the pacing feels a tad off.

Ok we're back the pacing feels right again cute but I'd have shortened the scene and skipped to this part.

Yeah I loved this scene if have played the other scene with the treasure a lot more serious

Okay Chatra might not be trusted.

Oh I have the same coffee shot cups. They're great for Ethiopian brew.

Investigation time

Oh my god well that's a gruesome way to go.do we think Khun Hong is behind this?

Yeah now he isnt!

Poor Wan

Okay I want Bas to play a very serious drama I mean breakbreak and crying serious.

Poor wan again dude please calm down

ping!

Oh no Wan.

But seriously I want Bas in a serious drama Make it happen BOC give him something to cry in.

Also why Wan what about Khem?

You know nothing Khun Heng!

BOC give Tong the Leading man status.

Noooooooo Khun Hong!!!!

Khun Hong 😭😭😭😭.

Chatra!! What the fuck?????????

Goddamn Chatra!

I mean you couldn't have said that before pulling a gun on him??

Oh god no.

Yeah Wens gonna loose it.

Tiang you bitch I know you're somehow involved in this.

I really like the villain I want to see him in more things.

Okay Tiang may not be as involved as I thought but he's still a bitch that killed his brother (and father).

TOOOOOONNNNNGG. Yes baby girl!

But that looser ass bitch up.

Yes plans plans baby

Yeah great fight a tab over acted again (some strange director decisions here).

Wan, please don't betray Khem both sides are shit here.

Apoo god he's so pretty here.

Way to make an entrance baby.

Yeah the rose is hitting me hard now

Are you sure that the ciggies aren't laced with opium? Wan seems to loose it whenever he smokes

Yes Tong for the drama!!!!!

Oh no Wan please.

Hahahhaba that superhero ass battle stations pose.wtf was that?

Ok mr overactor. Tiang pleasr leave.

Ahh the one-handed gun operation I lothe well comeback.

Not Hong leave Wan be!

No wan I want to give him a hug 😭😭😭😭😭

Waaaaaan.....noooooooooooo

And a happy ending was had (for some baby boy wan well)

Well I am to drunk to write more so lookout got my final thoughts and writing tomorrow but I'll leave you with that Bas surprised me the most and I want more of him!!!

Night everyone