#a3! drabble

[omirice]

happy valentines day omi

(slight nsfw)

"oh you're finally awake" i heard omi's husky voice first thing in the morning. sounds like he just woke up too.

"good morning"

i finally opened my eyes. there he was, the love of my life. the man i wanted to spend the rest of my life with. he looks so adorable with his bed hair. his face was so close. his hand was rough yet felt so soft as he was caressing my cheek. the look on his eyes were so endearing as it pierced right through mine.

"your eyes are swollen..ill have to take responsibility for making you cry last night" he smiled brightly.

"omi!” i chuckled. “stop teasing me we just woke up" i felt my face turn red. i covered my face with the blanket out of embarrassment as i remembered the screams of pleasure i let out last night.

he laughed then he took the blanket off my face. he was suddenly on top of me, feeling his warm breath as he lightly placed his lips on my bare shoulder, giving it a soft peck, tracing his lips up to my neck until he found his way to my lips. it started with a playful kiss, until it became something more passionate. he lightly squeezed my bare breasts and i let out a moan in his mouth. he drowned me in his passionate kisses, tongues sliding against each other, until we're both out of breath. he softly bit my lower lip as he slowly pulled away. my lips longed for more but there's no way im telling him, it's already embarrassing enough.

"haha you look so cute when you're embarrassed i just cant help it". he laughed as he playfully pressed my nose with his finger.

i felt my face getting redder and redder as i hid my face on his chest, embracing him tightly. Still feeling embarrassed, i quietly muttered “I love you” under my breath, hoping he heard none of that as i went back to sleep in his warm embrace. i felt him hug me back, placing a kiss on my forehead.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Flower-chan : a Kazunari Miyoshi x reader drabble

Prompt: You work in a flower shop despite being allergic to flowers and I'm a customer who is confused by that

Words: 1171

Pairings: slight Kazunari x Reader

The silvery tinfoil of the blister pack let go of its pill with a slight pop, letting the small, white tablet fall into your hand. You sighed with relief, pulling down your mask enough to allow you to pop it into your mouth, dry-swallowing it with a grimace. Once again, you found yourself wishing that your boss was a bit more lenient when it came to allowing his workers to have water bottles out on the floor. It was a stupid rule in your mind, and one you particularly hated, given how much you relied on the pills to get through your workdays. From behind you, you heard the loud tinkling of the bell over the shop’s door and you hastily yanked up your mask, pasting on your ‘retail face’ as you turned around to face the customers who had just come in.

“Yo!” you were already hearing before you were fully into the turn and, when you were able to see the customers who had just entered, your plastered on retail smile fell easily into something more natural, a smile that was genuine and true as you saw the two boys who had just entered the store. These two, then…your day was already getting better.

“Ah, welcome Rurikawa-san, Kazunari-san! What brings you in today?”

Your tone was upbeat and though your smile might have been hidden behind the black fabric of the mask; it shone through in your tone and words. These two, after all, were some of your favourite customers and not just for the repeated business they brought to the shop. Kazunari, in particular, was someone you always loved seeing come into the shop, and not just because you thought he was smoking hot. He was always so cheerful and friendly, making you smile and laugh, making even the worst days a bit brighter. He made your job fun while he was there and he always had a bright smile ready for you.

Well, almost always…

It didn’t take you too long to notice that today – today, something was off. Kazunari, who had been beaming when he had first entered was now looking at you with an odd sort of expression. You weren’t quite sure what was going on or why he was looking at you like that. It was a searching type of look, almost confused and, tilting your head a little, you stared back at him bemusedly. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but he spoke up first. That was Kazunari, after all…he never could go too long without talking.

“Are you okay, flower-chan?”

You blinked in confusion, your head tilting just a bit more. The question threw you as it wasn’t one you were expecting. Your day hadn’t been bad in any way, you’d actually been pretty okay with the thought of coming into work today, and as far as you knew, there would be nothing to suggest you weren’t okay.

“Yeah? I’m fine, Kazunari-san. Why do you ask?”

You watched Yuki and Kazunari exchange a look before Yuki answered the question.

“Are you sick again, you poor thing?”

“Ah, no…not that I know of. And what do you mean, again?”

“Every time I come in here, you have that pretty face of yours all covered by a mask,” Kazunari whined out. “And you sound all sniffly today!”

“Plus, your eyes are watery and quite red today. If you’re not sick, did you sleep poorly last night?” Yuki asked. “If so, I can recommend you something that really helps with tired eyes. I use it when I have to pull late nights designing.”

You laughed then, realizing what was going on.

“Thank you, Rurikawa-san, Kazunari-san. That’s really kind of both of you to worry, but it’s nothing,” you said cheerily, waving a hand to dismiss their worries. “It’s just allergies, that’s all.”

“Oh? What are you allergic to?” Kazunari asked.

“Flowers.”

There was silence then. You watched in almost amusement as both boys heads turned, taking in the shop around them. The shop was a veritable riot of colours, flowers of all different shapes, sizes, and colours held in pots, ready for the customers to choose what they’d like in their custom bouquets. Ready-made bouquets were already done up, held in crystal cut vases, wrapped up with ribbons, placed artistically throughout the shops. The silence hung, awkward, for several moments, your last words hanging in the air.

Finally, Yuki turned back to you, his pretty face the picture of deadpan incredulity.

“You’re allergic to flowers?”

“Yep.”

“You work in a flower shop.”

“Also yep.”

“That’s got to be one of the stupidest decisions I’ve ever heard of, which is saying a lot, considering who I live with.”

Kazunari turned quickly then, his eyes wide.

“Hey, hey, now! That’s not really cool to say…”

Kazunari’s words were gentle, his smile uneasy, but they weren’t really needed as you simply grinned at Yuki’s words. The boy wasn’t wrong after all.

“Well, it is!” Yuki insisted again

“Yeah, but I’m sure she has a reason for working here!”

“Ugh…whatever. I’m going to go start picking out the flowers we need for the photoshoot.”

You giggled softly behind your mask at the conversation as Yuki turned around, heading out to the sea of flowers, already closely inspecting them with a picky sort of focus. Kazunari’s whole body seemed to relax then.

“Sorry about Yuki there. He doesn’t mean anything by it. It’s just how he is. That sharp tongue of his can be kind of cute at times too, right?”

“It’s fine, really,” you said with a laugh. “I took no offense. Besides, Yuki’s not exactly wrong! It really isn’t the smartest thing to do, working in a flower shop when you’re allergic to flowers.”

“You seem happy here, though, so it’s all good, right? You’re a pretty smart cutie, after all, flower-chan! You gotta have your reasons for working here.”

“Besides needing to pay the bills?” you laughed.

You delighted in Kazunari’s laugh, in his bright smile, your own mouth returning it in kind.

“Hey, hey!” Kazunari burst out, his face lighting up as if he’d just realized something amazing.

“Yeah?”

“If you’re not sick, can you take your mask down for a bit? I’d love to see your whole face for once.”

You hesitated, looking into Kazunari’s expectant, hopeful face. You weren’t sure where this sudden wave of doubt was coming from. You could feel the heat rising, starting at the tips of your ears, spreading down into your face in a light blush. After a moment though, you tugged your mask down, letting it hang under your chin. Your eyes darted down to the countertop, not meeting Kazunari’s anymore.

“There! I knew it! Flower-chan is indeed the prettiest flower in here!”

Your eyes widened, darting up to look at Kazunari, to see if he was joking, only to find him looking gleeful as he stared at you, his attention a little overwhelming. And all you could do, for once, was simply blush harder.

[yuzokasu]

Guy enters the nursery. “There you are.”

Citron looks up from where he leans his head on the crib. He flashes Guy a smile.

“Your afternoon lessons will begin in fifteen minutes,” Guy tells him, walking towards him. “You have to–”

“Yes, yes, shhh.” Citron points at the baby in the crib. “Keep your voice down, Guy. You might wake up Tangerine.”

Guy goes quiet. He peers at the baby’s face.

“I might have looked like that when I was a baby, but I don’t think you or me could have known that. Do you think he’ll look more like my father when he grows up?”

“We cannot determine that yet. A week old baby’s features are still developing.”

Citron huffs. “You’re no fun.”

He gently rocks the crib. “But I think things will be different this time. If I spend as much time as I can with Tangerine, we’ll get close. And then maybe my other brothers will become close with me too.”

Guy still stays quiet. The two gaze at the youngest prince’s face, sound asleep.

Citron grabs a stool. “I want to carry him. Help me carry him, Guy.”

“It is not safe, Citronia.”

“It is!” he says in a whisper. “He’s tiny enough! And I need to learn how to carry him, anyways.”

He reaches down to grab Tangerine. Guy immediately lunges forward to support Citron’s hands as he lifts him up, making sure Tangerine won’t slip.

Citron, stubborn as he is, doesn’t let go of Tangerine as he’s out of the crib. “Come on, Guy! I can handle it.”

Guy thinks for a while, Citron staring at him as if he can see the gears turning in his head. He eventually lets go, and to their relief, Citron can support Tangerine’s weight.

“See?” Citron giggles, holding him close. “Oh, he’s so cute up close. Your big brother’s got your back always, okay Tangerine?”

Guy feels something indescribable at the sight.

[mikaelcipher]

“what do you hate OR like most about your roomie?”

misumi flips the card around in his hand, humming to himself in thought. across the circle, kumon looks at him expectantly, knowing the answer will be about him.

it's a cute little homemade card game where they all just wrote down questions and depending on who the (plastic coke) bottle lands on, they have to answer. this time, it's misumi's turn.

the question is simple!! if it were tenma and yuki, they would have a LOT to say about each other. if it were muku and kazunari, they would have a LOT to say about each other, but in a nicer sense! now, misumi, surprisingly, seems to be thinking deeply.

“which one?” he then asks, to everyone else's surprise.

“y'know,” kazunari tells him, “kumoppi? like, your roomie? you don't have other roomies do you?”

“i mean, yeah, we do!” misumi pipes up, turning to kumon with a grin. kumon, on the other hand, has eyes going wide.

“... uh, w- what do you mean, misumi-san? ah, tenma-san—”

“quit joking around!!” tenma interjects, one- no, two hands gripping onto kumon's jacket. “w-w-what are you saying you do? there's only two of you in there!!”

“nooo, we have a third roommate!” misumi says, brandishing three of his fingers. “they're a little shy but they've been there ever since i first moved in!”

“which was ages ago...” yuki notes.

“a- ah, yeah... misumi-san tells me about them, but i've never seen them!!” kumon says, looking earnestly sincere. “apparently, they didn't show much presence since i moved in but got a bit more active once they got used to me!!”

“wait, i'm confused, huh?” kazunari looks between misumi and kumon. “a third roomie?”

“yeah, we're triangular roommates!!”

“c- could it be... a- are you talking about a ghost?” muku guesses, to which tenma shrieks.

“there's no damn way!!” he claims, “w- why the hell are we just finding out about this now and since when!? and that's just not true, there's no way!!”

“yes, way!” kumon says, turning to tenma with determination to convince him. “sometimes, my stuff goes missing and i just know it's them pulling pranks on me and taking my things!”

“isn't it possible that that's just you misplacing things?” yuki says, avoiding the way tenma tries to grab onto him next when tenma realizes kumon isn't going to protect him from this ghost they're talking about.

“sometimes, the ghost takes our triangles, and sometimes brings us new ones too,” misumi adds on, “also turns lights on and off, opens the door, unlocks it too, tips things over—”

“is it a ghost cat?” yuki raises an eyebrow.

muku leans into his ear. “can ghost cats open doors?”

“they can if you believe hard enough,” yuki responds.

“that's like... totes scary though. you two aren't scared?” asks kazunari.

“at first, yeah!!” kumon nods. “but eventually, i got used to it too!! i think maybe they were as scared of me as i was of them!”

“they welcomed me from the start~ so nope, not scared at all! △△△”

“did you-” kazunari starts but stops himself, “nevermind! ☆”

“ ? ” muku makes a worried expression. “oh no... i feel bad for the ghost. they've been here for such a long time and we haven't acknowledged them at all...”

“it's fine by them, i think!! but if you wanna meet them, we can ask them in advance and let you know if they wanna talk!” misumi says with a grin.

“only misumi-san can see and hear them though,” kumon says.

“isn't this story familiar?” asks yuki, “wait...”

“that's enough!! i swear, this prank has gone on long enough! there's no way ghosts are real!”

yuki snorts. “you're trembling, though.”

“tenten, be nice!” kazunari says, “the ghost is afraid of people!!”

“I'M MORE AFRAID OF IT THAN—”

“go to sleep.”

... sakyo stands in the doorway to the living room, where they were all settled playing their game under dim lights. he's frowning, arms crossed, in his nightwear. the group apologizes before asking to stay up a bit more just to clean up and Sakyo sighs and lets them. misumi grins.

“i do like something about them, though.

“... sometimes, they say they would visit all of you too, when it's sure you cannot see them, in the morning at two...”

tenma shrieks and they're not allowed another slumber party until sakyo forgets in a month or so.

[natsu-tte-noodle]

Barbie-themed Yume Drabble (Platonic, ~2k words)

I warned you that I would not be normal about this ever

(This is incredibly self indulgent and incredibly thrown together but here we are lolol)

-

“I’m telling you, just start with the live action.  I can’t see any of us actively disliking it.”

Ran stopped spinning the desk chair she was sitting in to level Yuki with a stern glare—far too stern for the sort of conversation they were having.  “And I’m telling you, it’s too standalone.  If we start with the live action they’ll never agree to see anything else.”

Yuki let his head fall back with a groan.  “We’ve been through the other options.”

It had been a solid 20 minutes since this debate had started.  The debate being: in the case that the dorm is finally worn out by Ran’s pestering and agrees to watch one (1) Barbie movie, which would be the best to show to get them to want to watch another?  The “Barbie gateway drug,” as Kazunari had put it.

Speaking of Kazunari, he was sprawled out in one arm chair with his feet in the other, playing idly with chatsnap filters.  “Maybe there’s an angle we’re missing?  Omg, this one makes me a fish.  It’s giving Mermaid Tale.”

Yuki opened his mouth, but Ran held up a hand before he could say anything.  “You wanna subject Masumi to that song?”

“Ugh.”

They had gone through several rounds of elimination already.  The beginning was easy enough.  “No sequels” was just a given (though it tragically cut Mermaidia).  Movies that starred Barbie as herself were fine, but they didn’t fit the vibe that they were trying to go for.  That didn’t rule out movies where her name just happened to be Barbie, but unfortunately Ran was adamant about eliminating Spy Squad, and Kazunari had made the reasonable argument that, while aesthetically gorgeous, Starlight Adventure was too polarizing to rely on.

“You wanna tell me what other angle there is, Friendly McExtrovert?  Wanna put your money where your mouth is?”

Kazunari pouted.  “No fair, I’m totes contributing!”  Still, he locked his phone and sat up a bit.  “Remind me why we ruled out PatP again?  Frooch’d love that shit; it’s about paying off a debt.”

“Believe it or not, the money-grubbing yakuza isn’t one of our main concerns.” In fact, Sakyo would probably be fine with any of the 42 movies they could throw his way.  An enjoyer of bad movies, he was, and while Ran took offense to the idea that the Barbie cinematic universe had bad movies (it did, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take offense to it), it did mean he’d be willing to watch almost anything. “Didn’t we agree that it might feel a little too close to home for a certain someone?  Royal duties and all.”

“Hmm, right… not to mention idk if Tsuzuroon would find it ‘omg relatable!’ or ‘yikes, relatable.’”

Ran gave her chair another spin.  “Which sucks, because it’s one of our best bets.  They don’t even hold hands until after they’re engaged I’m pretty sure.”

Kazunari stretched his arms over his head, cracking his spine (impressive, considering he was still laying down.)  “Which reminds me, we gotta ix-nay on considering any movies with an iss-kay. Else Azamin'll bolt.”

Ran pursed her lips in thought.  “That’s what, Barbie Diaries, A Fashion Fairytale, A Fairy Secret… do they kiss in Nutcracker?”

“Doesn’t matter, those dance scenes are definitely too long for some of us.”  Yuki let out a sigh that would sound sarcastic to the untrained ear, but his companymates knew better.  “But there go my chances to watch Fashion Fairytale.  Again.”

“I keep offering to watch it with you, but you’re always busy.”

“I have entrance exams to get ready for.”

“Laaaaaame.”

Yuki ignored Ran’s whiny “owww” when he threw the stuffed hamster he was basing Kazunari’s costume off of at her.

“Come on, y’all, don’t be mean to Hamucchi!” Kazunari chided.  “Look, it’s my fault 12 Dancing Princesses is off the table; I can ignore the color palette if you think the others would like it.”

“The Hyodos would get a kick out of it for sure,” Yuki mused.  “Muku too.”

There were plenty of people who would like that one, with its focus on family and making a difference.  Plus, there were dance scenes and the music “slaps,” according to Ran. As much as Mendelssohn's Allegro Vivace from Symphony #4 Op.90 “Italian" could slap. (Again, Ran would argue that it could slap a lot. Yuki wasn't sure the rest of the dorm would agree.)

“We can probably put Princess and the Pauper back on the table too, in that case,” Ran suggested, getting up from the chair.  “Just because it’s a little relatable doesn’t mean they’d hate it.  Plus, Anneliese gets to do what she wants and Erika does pay off the debt and chase her dreams.”

The other two hummed in agreement.  Honestly, they could probably just ask Citron, since he was already in support of watching this sort of thing.

Ran clapped her hands once.  “Ok, we’ve thrown around and shot down a lot of ideas, so!”  She wheeled out a whiteboard with all the Barbie movies written out on it, which made Yuki snap his head up from his embroidery with a start.  “Let’s recap.”

“I’m sorry, what?  Where the hell did that come from?”

“It’s totally normal to have a whiteboard ready for settling debates, Yukki,” Kazunari pointed out.

“I get that, but we’re in my room?  Since when did we have that??”

Ran ignored him.  “We’re cutting out sequels, movies with kisses, and movies with Barbie as herself.”  She carefully crossed out each movie that missed the cut, with a note for why on each one.  “Thumbelina is… oh yeah, Thumbelina.  I forgot that one existed.”

“Boring,” Yuki supplied, still frowning at the whiteboard that seemingly materialized out of thin air in his dorm room.

Ran nodded and marked it off.  “True.  Not bad, but boring.  Nutcracker is similarly slow.  Mermaid Tale and—wait, fuck, they kiss in Rapunzel.  But it’s like, at the wedding.  Does that count?  Is that a problem??”

“Honestly?” Kazunari offered.  “I have no clue.”

“It’s not his thing, but I don’t think he’d be completely against watching a Barbie movie, so we can probably just ask him,” said Yuki.

“I’ll LIME him now!”

Ran continued sorting out the list in the meanwhile.  Island Princess, while a certified banger of a film, had the whole long lost parents plot point, which for some members of the company could make it their favorite or could make it too hard to watch.  They had too much self respect for Princess and the Popstar to be on the table.  And while a lot of fun, Diamond Castle had a few too many plot holes for some of the more quality-driven members like Banri and Tasuku.  (There was no real way of framing this to be for acting, they had already reluctantly conceded.)

“Ok, honestly, I think we’re being too nice.  If we’re not watching something pre-2011 we’re not doing it right.”

“You think, Yukki?”

“Yeah, just cross those out now.  Why is Princess Power still on the table?”

“Valid!  Plus it’s kinda ironic, but I’d put money on Itaroon hating Video Game Hero.”

Ran obliged by the new decision and crossed out everything remaining after Three Musketeers.  She wasn’t a big fan of the “everything after that era sucks” mindset, but she had to agree that the original, fairytale-inspired movies were for the most part the best movies.  Consider herself old-fashioned, but case in point: Yuki grew up in the modern Barbie era and he preferred the OGs too.  “That narrows it down to seven we haven’t ruled out, plus two maybes.”

“Oh, Azamin answered me!” Kazunari exclaimed.  “He said, ‘what why.’  No punctuation all lowercase.  Sounds like a good sign to me!”

“Make that six still up and three maybes.”

The three self-proclaimed (unchallenged) Barbie connoisseurs continued to discuss the movies left on the board.  There were reasons to watch each of them, but every time the answer seemed clear, something would come to mind that put a wrench in their plans.  And then, someone would provide a counter argument that managed to write off the problem and leave the movie on the board.  The very important, very academically sound debate was, once again, going nowhere.

A knock on the door startled them out of their Magic of Pegasus argument.  They turned their heads to see an unexpected face pop in.  “Hey, Izumi’s wondering if you’re planning on coming down for dinner sometime this year.”

“Oh, Itaroon!”  Kazunari flashed a greeting peace sign.  “Sorry, guess we lost track of time.  This is a majorly important topic.”

Itaru stuck his head in further to see what could possibly be so important that they were already thirty minutes late to Omi’s slow-cooked brisket.  “Operation: Get the Dorm to Watch a Barbie Movie and then Preferably More After That?  First of all, kind of a shitty operation name.  Second, you haven’t just settled for Princess and the Pauper yet?  I’m pretty sure it’s the best one.”

Yuki gave him a surprised glance.  “You’ve seen it?”

“I grew up with an older sister in the aughts.  I’ve seen most of the OGs.  Personally, I’m a Fairytopia kind of guy, but I think PatP is like the universal right answer?”

“Fairytopia’s a good one too,” Ran mumbled, glancing back at the list again.

“You're not wrong, Itaroon, but,” Kazunari frowned.  “All of these ones are good, but we wanna choose the best one, y’know?  If we ever get to this totally hypothetical situation where we carry out this plan we probably only get one chance.”

Itaru sat down on the seat previously occupied by Ran.  He laced his fingers together, studying the list intently.  “Ngl, you can probably cross out Mariposa.  Great movie, but if you don’t watch Fairytopia first, the beginning’s gonna make no sense.”

Yuki shuddered, struck by the unpleasant thought of trying to sit through a 75 minute movie with Tenma’s constant comments of “no go back who the hell is Bibble!?” ringing in his ears.

“Objectively,” Ran put a hand to her chin, “I think the best movie to convert others to the pink side is actually probably Christmas Carol.  But if it’s not around Christmas time Sakyo might see it as a personal attack.”

“I think it’s more like Azamin or Settzer might see the chance to make it a personal attack,” Kazunari corrected. "Frooch'd be chill."

“Maybe you’re thinking too much in terms of just the movie?” Itaru suggested.  “Like, maybe it’s good, but will you want to watch another one after it?”

“I’m the wrong person to answer that,” Ran noted, pushing Kazunari’s legs aside and sinking to the couch in semi-defeat.  It had been almost an hour at this point.  Why couldn’t they just pick a movie and be done with it?  Curse the Mankai Company and their “high standards” and “adult tastes.”

Kazunari patted her shoulder sympathetically, while Yuki, the most unbiased one of them when it came to this sort of thing, took the question into consideration.  “I think the only ones that fit that criteria are Princess and the Pauper, Fairytopia, and Magic of Pegasus.  Christmas Carol too, but like we said, only in the right season.”

“Well damn, Konomi loved all of those,” Itaru said in a serious tone.  “The final boss is upon us.”

—

“So do you think he like died?” Banri finally asked.  “It’s been ten minutes.”

Muku let out a soft gasp.  “Or what if a portal opened up on the way to Tenma and Yuki’s room!?”

“Or he died,” Masumi repeated.

“Nothing of the sort happened,” Sakyo snapped.  “But really, how long does it take to drag some people down for dinner?”

Silence fell over the table as they listened for any sign of their four missing members, but all was quiet.

Taichi swallowed his mouthful of food. “...so anyone wanna watch Life in the Dreamhouse after dinner tonight?”

“Ooh, sure!”  “Why not?”  “Sounds good.”  “Hell yeah.”

[squib-fandoms]

YES!! I have five actually, and while I'm still trying to fit them in a way that would make more sense for the canon story(So one director, in my own little version ig each of the troupes have their own directors, but also I know that there are some people that really don't like when the story is changed, even if it's not a drastic change, so that's why I'm trying to work on a more canon version?) I also don't have any art of them so I'll be using picrews for now, I'll give the link too ofc! I'll update this once I make art for them since the picrews won't have the colors/clothes/body types I have in mind.

Izumi Sato: She/Her, Bisexual, 22-23, January 23. She's supposed to be like Izumi from the game with a few changes to make her more like an oc of mine. All of the stuff that happens in game to make her join the Mankai company, happens to her. She's easy to get along with and extraverted, she's not afraid to embarrass herself and is great at encouraging others to be themselves as well. In my own story she encourages her younger sister, Aiko, to come stay at Mankai company with her to try and encourage her to get out and socialize more. She's sometimes a little pushy and stubborn, but she means well. She's the main director for the spring troupe. The character's I ship her with are Tsuzuru, Itaru, Citron, and Chikage. Her fashion would consist of comfy clothes that are still cute. I also think her hair would be more in between this brown and the red hair her sister has. She would wear blues the most.

Himari Asahi: She/They, Pansexual, 19-20, April 10. She's close friends with Izumi! She struggles to be as outgoing as Izumi and really admires Izumi for her personality, that's why she tries her hardest to talk to others, since she wants to be like Izumi personality wise. She loves dressing up in cute fashion, and she can be her weird true self when she trusts you enough. Izumi calls her an alien which Himari does not deny, she's not actually an alien sadly, but she thinks it'd be cool if she was. She goes to the same university as Kazunari, wanting to be an artist for video games. They're prone to disaster and bad luck, but they try their hardest, always, even if no one notices how hard they try. I ship them with Misumi, and Kazunari. They would be the director for the Summer troupe while Izumi takes care of the Spring troupe. I think their color scheme would be more of a periwinkle rather then lavender.

Chika Suzuki: She/Her, Bisexual, 25-26, November 3. Chika is a very mature woman who acts like the mother of the company, she's reliable, wise, and caring. She's also the richest of my A3 oc's, coming from a very wealthy background. She helps Izumi out with managing the Autumn trope and the finances. She's also childhood friends with Yuki, who taught Chika how to enjoy life and be herself. Despite Chika helping out a ton with the company, cooking is her kryptonite, she cannot cook a meal to save her life. She's also the tallest out of my A3 oc's, being 5'11. She first got into the Mankai company because she was interested in acting and found enjoyment in watching the plays, which caused her to donate a large sum of money. She later looked into working for the Mankai company, wanting to actually BE there. Despite having no history with management, she understood what she needed to do very quickly and adapted well. I ship her with Omi, and Sakyo. Her fashion consists of expensive, mature looking clothes that are also comfortable to wear, mainly wearing black, white, or red.

Yuki Kimura: They/She, PanDemi, 25-26, December 18. Chika's childhood friend! Yuki was a very shy child, but she always found enjoyment in the little things and was extremely grateful of the stuff that she could have as she grew up poor. Eventually Yuki's mother passed and Yuki got adopted, causing her and Chika to separate. Eventually, Chika and Yuki reunited in Mankai company and are closer then ever. To this day they still struggle with asking for things and spending their money, usually they'll spend their money on their friends rather then themselves. The people I ship them with are Tsumugi, Tasuku, Hisoka, Homare, Azuma, and Guy. They help out with managing the winter troupe. They also feel their soul leave their body when Chika cooks and therefore wastes food since it's inedible. Their fashion consists of warm, baggy, comfortable clothing. Their also chubby and have a lisp, which makes them really awkward and nervous whenever they speak. Yuki prefers to wear white clothing, but they enjoy any pastel clothing.

Aiko Sato: Any/All, 16-17, PanDemi May 5. She's Izumi's younger sister who's a total recluse. He has a really hard time socializing with others ad lives in constant fear of other people. It does not want to see people and it doesn't want others to see it. They go to school and that's their main experience with life outside of their home. She doesn't talk to anyone but her sister and even then she wants to run away when her sister tries to get her to go out. He hates himself and almost everything around him, he's extremely pessimistic and nihilistic. When it's sister makes it come to Mankai company it takes it a while before it even talks to anyone, just nodding at what they say if it's around them. However, they are a fan of fashion and after coming to Mankai company they stttarted to dress more how they wanted to, wearing cute dresses and accessorizing. With time she gets really close to the people in her age group. He helps out around Mankai company here are there, providing water bottles during training, or helping with dinner and cleaning, rather then doing any actual work. The people I ship them with are, Sakuya, Masumi, Tenma, Yuki, Muku, Kumon, Banri, Juza, Taichi, and Azami. It'd be more chubby, and have horrible eyebags. They also prefer to cover one eye because they're very insecure of their heterochromia, so sometimes they'll cover it with their hair or an eyepatch, whatever they feel like at the time. Aiko wears black and white mostly with little hints of color here and there!

Here's the picrew I used!: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1649970

Mankai March question 3!

We learned about everyone’s favorite character yesterday, now let’s learn about any characters you might have! Do you have any OCs or yumes for A3! ? Feel free to ramble about them!!

[97keanu]

"ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵐⁱˡˡⁱᵒⁿ

ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢʰⁱⁿᵉ"

Mob Boss!John Wick x Mob Wife!Reader

Premise: It's the early 2000s, New York City. You're 27 years old, your husband, John Wick, is the head of the Slavic crime syndicate in New York. Your father married you off to him 6 years ago, to end a feud between your families. You have been John's wife for so long, but still feel like you barely know how he feels about you. He's quiet, comes home bloody and bruised, tries to keep you out of the business even though this life is all you've ever known. Will John reveal his true feelings for you when a rival family kidnaps you and holds you for ransom?

Tags/CW: stoic and suave!john, possessive!john, predator coded!john, prey coded!reader, kidnapping in, drug use, canon violence for john wick series as well as the sopranos, smut, more tags to come in later chapters.

A/N: This is going to be a 3 part limited series, but I would love to write drabbles/imagines/one-shots for these two in the future! This chapter is mainly an intro to you and John's relationship and some shameless smut, more drama in the next chapter!

Words: 3k

Gold. Your favorite color as a child, the same color as your daddy's pinky ring, you can remember peeking at it over the old wooden poker table. Your daddy laughed along with all the other men in the room, like a language you couldn't understand, the cigar smoke bitter, but sweet like vanilla if you inhaled enough. You can see all sorts of shiny objects on the poker table. You spot a silver glinting metal of a few of the men's guns politely placed on the table. The liquor they're drinking is glinting in crystal glasses, sloshing around as the men get rowdier and more incoherent. Your eyes always come back to that ring, however. Embellishments of diamond inlaid into that honey colored metal. The only thing you liked better than the glint of gold was the flash of a diamond. And daddy's ring held both. You knew even then, no more than 6 or 7 years old, that that ring would be yours one day.  You were right.  Your husband John, gave it to you as an anniversary gift last year after killing the men who killed your father. It's big enough on you to fit on your ring or middle finger. Your dear old dad was a lot of things, most not things that you loved. The only other thing he gave you in life that you were truly grateful for was arranging a truce between feuding families and setting you up to marry John.  You had no idea who this man was, not to mention he was 20 years older than you, and was the head of New York City's Slavic crime syndicate. Along with his family being a family that rivaled yours for so long, the idea of marrying this man, the man they call 'Baba Yaga', was frightening. He was harsh when you met him. You only talked 3 times before you saw him at the altar.  When you did meet him, he was well kept, incredibly so. His hair was dark, a bit long, slicked back perfectly. His face though, that was what really sent cold shivers up your spine. He looked like a wolf, his eyes were hungry for something, you couldn't even say what for sure, but you hoped your father wasn't shepherding you as a helpless sheep into John's pasture.

You were surprised when he took your hand softly, all the edges of his face jagged and sharp like a freshly cut jewel, and pressed his lips into your hand. It was from then on that you knew, despite everything else, that he would take care of you. There was something in his kiss and his steeled eyes that promised so from the get go. 

From the moment you kissed him at the altar, you knew there was something those lips were hiding, however. They were so soft, but somewhere in your mind you couldn’t help but taste blood, coppery, metallic on those perfect lips. He looked at you then, having only seen you three times before, like he was looking at something as precious as gold. You felt coveted. 

Despite this, as the honeymoon waned, and you two began to settle in as husband and wife, you thought perhaps, maybe this could work for you two. And it did, for all intents and purposes. Over the years, you two have fallen into a routine, not one you're displeased with per se. You know this is the life you were born into, being able to be a pristine trophy inside John's luxurious apartment never bothered you. He treated you well, always kept your needs met. But he was cold, distant, especially about work. You know the business, you've known it your whole life so you have no idea why he feels the need to keep you so in the dark most of the time. He barely speaks when he comes home bloodied up, weak, ready to collapse into the couch and sleep off the night finally. You dutifully help clean his wounds, silent, but those piercing eyes of his look into yours, saying more than those lips ever did. 

Because of John's reluctance to allow you anywhere close to the business, you're surprised when he comes home one night and tells you that he'll be taking you to a party. 

"A party?" Your glossy lips utter, turning around to face John from your seat at the vanity as he enters the bedroom with the news. Quite frankly, after being married for six years and rarely leaving this apartment, you're shocked. "You never take me to parties?"

"It's important you come tonight." John says simple, stepping closer to you, and slowly beginning to take off his dark suit, going down to suspenders and a crisp white button up. He isn’t giving anything away just yet. 

"Finally decided to trade me in for someone newer?" You say, obviously joking even though you know it happens. These parties that men in the business go to, your father found six different wives at them after your mother, you know how women are treated in this world. You are seen as no more than a currency of status, and you know you’re not getting any younger. 

John, however, gets really serious. His head jerks towards you, and he has that wolf look in his eye again. He bores you down with his dark, almost black eyes, his jaw set. The fear you feel from that look is one you never wish to again. 

"Don't you ever joke about that." John finally says, but he doesn't soften. "I would never let anyone else have you."

If there's one thing you know for certain that John feels about you, it's possession. He always has been protective of you, to a fault most of the time. You feel as though he's set you in the world's most gilded cage most days, and at night he comes home and tears into your body like an animal. John was never soft. He wouldn't start to be in the bedroom. He would never push you away from cuddling after, however. He just didn't seek comfort from you the way you did him. But you were grateful he allowed you to have the comfort you craved from him, even if he was silent for most of it. If you were lucky, he may even pull an arm around you after a particularly aggressive fuck. 

Not to say either that you didn’t enjoy how he took you in the bedroom, taking everything from you but your blood. And you knew he could take that too if he pleased. The aggression, the rawness of his body against yours, you had to admit, it turned you on. He never made your feel like you were lesser in the bedroom, in fact, he could give just as much as he could take. There were many times he had you propped up on the pillows, spread for him, and he lapping at you with a fervor you could hardly stand. He would tease you relentlessly if you let him, if you didn’t grab that dark hair of his and pull him into your aching pussy while telling him what you need. Begging him for what you need. His black eyes would look up at you from where he supplied pleasures that made your head spin, as if to say ‘You see this? I give you this, do not forget that I can give you such pleasures.’

And Lord, did you know, that he could do just that. Even now, as you see him undressing for the night, you can feel yourself begin to ache with want. 

John can tell he has frightened you from how he has spoken, though. So he crosses what feels like the great expanse between you two, and he kneels in front of you, his hands on your thighs. 

“Listen, I need you to understand that you never have to worry. About anything, with me.” His eyes are not exactly soft, but they are trying, which counts for something. “These eyes are focused on one woman and one woman only, do not ever doubt that, my love.”

You couldn’t help but feel compelled to believe him. Not to mention it was one of the rare times that he told you, or at least implied, his love for you. You did find yourself questioning often what John’s idea of ‘love’ was, however. You aren’t so certain your vision of love matches his, but at least it seems as if he is true to you. You begin to feel foolish for the cracks of doubt that have been plaguing you lately, you have no reason to believe John would cheat on you other than that the other mob wives have to deal with it constantly from their spouses. John is different, you must remember that. 

You nod, a few tears coming to your eyes, and John’s large hands are there to wipe them away before you even have to wonder. 

“Do not cry, solnyshko.” He says, his voice gruff, but understanding. “I do not wish for you to be hurt.”

“I hurt from being locked away here for so long…” You don’t know why you feel brave enough to say it right now, but you do. John’s eyes suddenly look unusually pained, and he glances away, blinking as if to gather himself. 

“I know, I hope bringing you to this party will help. I just…” His hand on your cheek begins to tighten, not on you, but as if the muscles in it are desperate to grasp for something they know they must not. “I do not trust your safety for much of what I do, I…I cannot lose you.”

You don’t say anything, just look at him, on his knees for you right now, seemingly begging you to understand. It’s more than you’ve seen from him in the six years you’ve lived with him. It honestly causes a few more tears to fall, you’re not sure why seeing him this way does this to you. It means a lot to you. 

“Okay, John. I will go this party with you, glady.” You say, accepting the idea, and John seems relieved. 

“Good, now, no more tears,” He brushes the last few that have sullied your cheeks with his thumb. “Come, let’s go to bed my darling…” 

As he stands from where he knelt before you, his strong hands take your arms in them, pulling you off of the plush vanity stool, and into him. He smells like smoke and gunpowder, mixed with that expensive cologne he always wears, the one that smells like pine trees and reminds you of the woods. He gently, for once, takes you into the large, black silk bed. Once you’re settled, it’s like he is ready to make a feast of your body. He’s so primal, animalistic and ready to be drunk on your scent. You let him take you, his teeth already into your neck, leaving indents, leaving his mark on you. He goes slow this time, really lets you feel how much he wants you. It doesn’t take him long to completely undress you, his hands are swift, and they work quickly to fling the little you had on to the bedroom floor. 

You gasp when his hands decide to reach for your pussy next, and you hear him chuckle as he suckles on your breast, which are heavy with lust. 

“You’re already so wet for me, my dear…” He whispers into your skin, the biting and nibbling beginning again as soon as the words leave his lips.

His hands work like magic, starting with teasing your poor pussy. He doesn’t go for your clit right away, no, he works slowly, but deliberately around it, testing your want and your wetness. He continues to lower his bites along your body, going down further and further, saving your swelling clit for his tongue to savor. He spreads your legs roughly, your breath catching as you’re so suddenly exposed. You feel the cold air of the room against the heat between your legs, and watch as John looks over your body with nothing but pure hunger and satisfaction in his eyes. You can’t believe you ever thought he would look for someone else when he looks at you like this nearly every night. How foolish…

Before your thoughts can be taken by things that simple do not matter in this moment, John is plunging his tongue into your cunt, hungry to taste you, a low growl escaping his lips and vibrating the tender flesh there. You moan out, your legs trying to close, but a firm hand guiding your thigh back down to the bed, holding it there. You continue to squirm, your hands finally finding purchase in his tossled dark hair, and you feel as if you have found an anchor in the deepest depths of an angry sea, ready to consume you if you do not hold onto something. 

You breath hitches higher as he sucks on your hardening clit, pulling all of it to attention in his mouth and driving you mad. He continues to over stimulate you like this until you’re begging him, breathless and tossing your head back into the silk pillows, to stop, to let you go. Unfortunately, you are his prey, and he will have his way with you however he can, so while he releases your tender clit from his mouth for a moment, he is slipping two fingers inside you with a swiftness that causes you to see stars. You always forget how good he is at this, how could you ever underestimate his power to bring you to the edge like this?

John pumps his fingers inside you, working that spot that drives you crazy, and you can barely speak coherently. He loves making you such a mess for him, a wordless, breathless mess that tangles in John’s sheets. 

John allows you to get closer and closer like this, and just when you’re screaming out his name, finding some words that convey how close you are, how you’re so ready, does he slip his fingers out from inside of you. The whine you let out from this surprises you, even makes you blush from embarrassment. You can’t believe how badly he makes you want him.

John lifts himself to his knees, freeing his cock from his tight pants, and you’re always taken back from how long and girthy it is. You know you can take his cock, you have many times before, but you know how much it stretches you out anyways. Your stomach is in knots from how full you wish to be of him. John can see the hunger in your eyes and wastes no time, grabbing your thighs and pulling you close in one fell manuever. He lines himself up with you, then wets his cock with your juices so he can slide into you easily. He always makes sure not to rut into you dry, he wants you soaking for him at all times during this. 

John finally gives you what you want, your moan loud enough that you don’t doubt the neighbors know what this man does to you. His cock slips in so perfectly, going deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until he is at his limit inside you, your pussy completely full of him. You reach out to pull him close to you, but John stops you. 

“I want to see you touch yourself for me, darling. I need to see your face when you cum on my cock…” He is so instructional, so demanding. You know you have to give him what he wants. 

You stay laid on your back, while John keeps up on his knees, still so deep inside of you. You work your hand down to your clit, your other hand grasping at your own breast with desperation for something to hold onto. You can’t help it, you’re already losing yourself, your hands working and your moans giving a show for John. You know he loves when you really let yourself feel it, and you can feel yourself tighten around his cock as it pumps into you from how good you are feeling. 

As John continues, you look up at him, your eyebrows drawn and your face so close to ecstasy, your body so tight and close to giving you the release you desperately need. You know John's close too, his face turning from one of someone so focused on their partner's pleasure, to someone who can barely keep their eyes open from how good it feels. The thought that somehow, right now, you have a small bit of power over him, turns you on. The fact that it's your pussy that makes him devolve into a mess of breaths and soft groans is so satisfying you can feel yourself start to cum. That's all it takes for John to join you, his cock twitching and full, going deeper into you with each long thrust as you both finish together. You can feel the rush of heat as he delivers his pleasure unto you. 

John collapses beside you, spent. You move, your body sore where John held your legs open for so long. You find your way onto his sweaty chest, laying your head down onto his defined chest muscles. John wraps an arm around you, his hand gently, so slowly, petting your hair. You know he isn't the super affectionate type, but you also know that you've been together long enough that your husband cannot refuse you on much. Especially not when the two of you can relax into each other. 

You softly close your eyes and count John's breath, trying to match yours to his. You aren't sure after what count it happened, but you fall asleep in John's arms. 

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 19 October - 14 December 2024

Here’s the roundup for October 19th - December 14th, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

So sorry I’ve dropped the ball on this again. V_V

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@duointherain

https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/767277740072337409/random-gw-chatter

Random GW Chatter

@helenrourke

https://helenrourke.tumblr.com/post/769651571518849024/when-facing-things-we-turn-away-from

Fic idea

@janaverse

Pinch Hit https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/765593910487695361/fly-boy-in-the-sky

drabble

Bullshit https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/765991875282976769/bullshit-11012024-it-was-apparent-that-duo

Duo+Heero, drabble

Hopeful https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/768598919050575872/hopeful-so-much-has-changed-in-the-past-four

drabble

@ms-miserable-misery

this is getting ridiculous https://www.tumblr.com/ms-miserable-misery/764772564419641344/day-19-this-is-getting-ridiculous

Day 19

“This is getting ridiculous.” Duo glared over at Heero where he sat at the other side of their office. “You keep staring at me like you want to say something. Out with it!”

@vegalume

Welcome Home https://archiveofourown.org/works/60221575

Gen, M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei & Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei & Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei

General Audiences, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Halloween, Friendship, Ghosts, no beta we die like men, Short and hopefully sweet, English

Roommates with a twist - Written for Halloween 2024

Yoiko

The Hunter https://archiveofourown.org/works/60334918?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_836326342

M/M, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise

Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gundam Legends, Horror, English

Heero had seen hunts go badly before, and lived to tell the tale.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@cephalopadre

https://cephalopadre.tumblr.com/post/764744281247383552/mechtober-day-16-duo-maxwell-and-gundam

Duo Maxwell, Deathscythe, fanart

@fionnegan000

https://fionnegan000.tumblr.com/post/766885742733623296/i-just-want-them-to-be-happy

GW Boys with fur, fanart

@ghost-proof

https://ghost-proof.tumblr.com/post/766626952976220160/many-thanks-to-janaverse-for-the-inspiration

Duo/Heero, fanart

https://ghost-proof.tumblr.com/post/765442437028167680

Heero/Duo, fanart

@hyper-girlcrush

https://hyper-girlcrush.tumblr.com/post/767378423002906624/old-trowa-drawings-that-i-made-many-many-years

Trowa Barton, fanart

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/765545408923615232/a-vision

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@katquasar-art

https://www.tumblr.com/katquasar-art/765977311091851264/i-made-this-for-my-boyfriend-because-he-was

Tallgeese the Goose, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/765773929031909376/happy-halloween-pt1

GW Boys, halloween, fanart

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/765846116802740224/happy-halloween-pt2

Zechs, halloween, fanart

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/769303953863213056/sketching-adult-quatre

Quatre, fanart

@mio222

https://mio222.tumblr.com/post/769013037619380224/a-kiss-for-duos-braid

Heero/Duo, fanart

@phantomdive022

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765306174936596480/%E0%B8%A7-%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%94-%E0%B8%A1-%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%99%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%81

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765311185661919232/%E0%B8%94-%E0%B9%82%E0%B8%AD-%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%88-%E0%B8%81-%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%8A-%E0%B8%99-%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%82%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%94-%E0%B9%82%E0%B8%AD-%E0%B8%A1-%E0%B8%99%E0%B8%AD-%E0%B8%81%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%A7

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765309682307956736/%E0%B8%A7-%E0%B8%99-%E0%B9%86-%E0%B8%82%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%87%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%AB%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A7-%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%9A%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%AA-%E0%B8%8A-%E0%B8%95%E0%B8%95-%E0%B8%87%E0%B8%AA%E0%B8%95%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A3-%E0%B8%9A%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%AA

Duo, Heero, Trowa, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/765308995745480704/trowa-lady-unes-favorite-boy

Une, Trowa, Nichol, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/768109390766227456/wip-quatre-raberba-winner-ver-nisca-%E0%B8%9E%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%93-%E0%B8%8A%E0%B8%A2

Quatre wip

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/768326837660188672/just-some-%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%81-%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%84%E0%B8%99-%E0%B8%8A%E0%B8%AD%E0%B8%9A%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%81%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%81-%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%A5-%E0%B8%99

Trowa wip

https://www.tumblr.com/phantomdive022/768326466823946240/wip-again-chang-wufei-%E0%B8%84%E0%B8%A3%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%99-%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%94%E0%B9%80%E0%B8%AE-%E0%B8%A2%E0%B8%AD

WuFei wip

@saykamachuhirik

https://saykamachuhirik.tumblr.com/post/766503731368951808/w

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@seitou

https://seitou.tumblr.com/post/766264619640684544/home-sunlight-sky

Merch Drop! (super late V_V getting it to y’all)

@thaumazomai

https://thaumazomai.tumblr.com/post/769697798360842240/i-just-think-duo-would-absolutely-wear-a-biker

Duo Maxwell, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@catherinearbour

https://catherinearbour.tumblr.com/post/767451913123971072/santa-sandrock-and-maganac-reindeer-centerpiece

Sandrock and Maganac, photoset

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/764971959190683648/heero-and-the

Heero Yuy, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/765917336880414720/04-dressed-to-kill-1-of-ongoing-secret

Quatre Raberba Winner, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/766086367154487296/gotcha-he-does

Duo/Heero, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/767457346654961664/my-most-precious

Heero Yuy, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/767520034599911425/it-is-more-frogfei-i-wish-i-could-say-i-was

WuFei Chang, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/768318047783141376/small-and-cuddly-this-pose-makes-duo-look

Duo/Heero, Sims, screenshot

@reaper-pro-gamer-ua

https://www.tumblr.com/reaper-pro-gamer-ua/766341370058260480/deathscythe-hell-is-my-favorite-gundam-all-time-in

Deathscythe Hell, gif

@seaofolives

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/764834482972950528/yes-sir-ill-bring-him-home-by-8pm-your-son

Trowa Barton, photoset

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/766589012394868736

Quatre/Trowa, gifset

https://seaofolives.tumblr.com/post/768495348957233152/if-anyone-asks-me-why-i-like-quatre-its-bc-hes

Heero, Quatre, photoset

@vegalume

https://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/769269735984627712/five-golden-boys-in-the-tree-2024

GW Boys Tree decorations, photoset

Head Canons/Meta:

@ikuzeminna

https://www.tumblr.com/ikuzeminna/765803549594615808/is-it-tsubarov-or-tubarov

Name Meta

Fandom Discourse:

@cuteciboulette

½ NaNo Update https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/766255031847649280/12-nano-update

(I like that it can both be read as “half” and as “Heero/Duo”, lol.)

@lifeaftermeteor

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/767713720363352064/and-lets-be-honest-a-tall-goose-is-quite-a

Tallgeese etymology

@theawfulledges

https://www.tumblr.com/theawfuledges/768721449271918592/i-hate-that-there-are-no-gundam-wing-figures-of

So much this!

Quotes:

@roseunspindle

https://roseunspindle.tumblr.com/post/765931530433576960/a-rap-at-the-door-made-him-pause-as-he-was-about

Heero Yuy, WuFei Chang, Fanfic quote

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, December 20th: https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/769866163850297344/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-december

In need of prompts!

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2024

Getting Closer to the finish line!

[expanding-hyrule]

To go with our Story Spotlights community project, it's time to launch Expanding Hyrule's first community challenge: TBR BINGO!

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Rules

All works must by Original Legends to count.

You don't need to finish catching up with a work for it to count (outside of specific prompts), just enough to say a few nice things about it.

A work can only be used for one square across all cards.

Multiple cards can be submitted.

There are three ways to get entries in the prize raffle: A Single Line/Standard Bingo is 1 entry, a Full Card is 5 entries, and posting about the works you're reading is an additional entry for any completed cards. Be sure to tag @expanding-hyrule if you post about your Bingo entries so we can find it!

Completed Bingo cards need to be submitted by Jan 14th, 2025 to the included Google Form.

Challenge List

Letters are rows, numbers are columns, reading left to right

A1 - Recommended by a friend

A2 - A genre I don't normally read

A3 - Caught up on a work

A4 - An incomplete project

A5 - I made an Original Legends work!

B1 - Updated this year

B2 - Less than 5000 hits or 500 notes

B3 - Picked because of the synopsis

B4 - A comic

B5 - Subscribed to an ongoing work

C1 - A familiar creator

C2 - An Original Legends work not in the archives

C3 - Show Us Your EH TBR

C4 - By a mutual or someone I'd like to be a mutual

C5 - Multiple POVs

D1 - A new favorite

D2 - A reread

D3 - A fic

D4 - A genre I love

D5 - Picked because of the title

E1 - A compete project

E2 - Last updated more than a year ago

E3 - A new creator

E4 - Less than 1000 hits or 100 notes

E5 - Left a review in EH's Story Spotlights

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Prizes

Several of our very talented creators have volunteered their time and talent to offer the prize pool you see below. If there are any creators who would like to add a prize to our prize pool, please reach out to the blog!

The prize pool works via raffle. After the form closes, I will begin the process of contacting our winners via DM from either this blog or @amelias-hart. Winners will have 24 hours to get back to me or forfeit their prize. After which, I will help coordinate you with the prize you picked. Entry requires providing contact information, so you must be old enough to have an account to enter.

Keep in mind creators have final discretion on what they are and are not comfortable creating. Be respectful of their time.

Writing

500 word drabble (In fandom, genfic to NSFW) - @drsteggy

500-1000 word drabble (French or English) - @karama9

Art

Fullbody color character drawing - @doubtfulloser

Flats halfbody character drawing - @hummbirds

Flats halfbody character drawing (with optional animal companion) - @nayru-s-clay-tablet

3-4 server emojis - @alternate-triforce/ @doomed-era

Half-size portrait of one or two characters, with gradient flats (will need character references or details) - @aheavenscorner

Other

500 word drabble or pencil sketch - @loz-untold-myths

[the-currian]

I wrote this with this song in mind :3

Wooo long time no A3! post! Saw this in my drafts while listening to a sappy playlist and decided to finish it. Based on the prompt: “I have been in love with you for years.”

This is just tooth rotting fluff and I’m actually super happy with how it came out asdfghjlajalkl I had to take a break while writing bc I could feel myself fangirling.

Anyway, here’s a short Izumi x Sakyo scenario!

- - -

It’s a late night for Izumi and Sakyo as they sit at the dining table, working hard at balancing the logistics of the troupe.

Without warning, Izumi all but flumps her upper body on top of the table.

“Oi!” Sakyo yelps, indignant. “Don’t mess up the files with your nonsense.”

Izumi languidly adjusts her position to shift a deadpan stare at her (business) partner.

“Tired.” she grouses.

Sakyo merely sighs and leaves Izumi to wallow in her own world, resuming his work.

Minutes tick by, and just like clockwork, Izumi’s soft snores start filling in the silence of the night. Simultaneously, Sakyo starts losing his focus, eyes unconsciously drifting over to the object of his affections.

Perhaps its just him being lulled in by the quiet comfort of the early morning hours, but Sakyo feels himself more drawn to his childhood friend than usual, and slowly reaches his hand out to brush Izumi’s hair out of her face.

‘Soft…’ Sakyo’s mind so helpfully supplies him, as he carefully threads his fingers through her brown locks.

As if responding to Sakyo’s gentle actions, Izumi leans further into his touch as well as she can while still fast asleep on the table.

Sakyo suddenly feels his heart seize with a great affection and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths. He inwardly allows himself a moment of weakness - a moment of vulnerability - and lets the warmth spread throughout his body.

He is all too familiar with this feeling - this mind-blowing endearment that takes over him every so often whenever he finds himself a little too introspective.

Sakyo is snapped out of his musings when Izumi suddenly opens her eyes, her gaze fixed on his, still with some traces of sleepiness present but alert nonetheless. Sakyo is helplessly pinned by her gaze as he continues to carefully comb through her hair with his fingers.

A sleepy smile takes over Izumi’s face. “That feels nice.”

Sakyo makes a noncommittal hum in response, but doesn’t stop.

Izumi’s eyes scan his face, and Sakyo can’t find it in himself to look away. They continue like this for awhile in the silence, both of them carried away by the ambience they’ve found themselves in.

“You know, Sakyo,” Izumi elects to break the quiet, using a low voice as if being careful not to scare him off. “Treat a girl like this, and she might start to get the wrong idea.”

Sakyo’s hand stills, but he doesn’t pull away. “…What kinds of ideas?”

Izumi lightly places her hand over his hand that is still entangled in her hair. “Things that aren’t always said out loud, but things you can hear in the silence,” she bites her lip before whispering, “Ideas about… love.”

Sakyo’s heart skips a beat and he feels his face warm, probably mirroring Izumi’s own reddening face. Carefully - almost reverently - he takes her hand and entwines it in his. Sakyo slowly brings Izumi’s hand to his lips, and presses a soft kiss against it.

“And what if I told you,” Sakyo mumbles, his lips still pressed to Izumi’s hand, “That I have been in love with you for years.”

Izumi’s eyes widen, then crinkle as she beams at him, pure unadulterated affection reflected in her eyes that Sakyo has no doubt is reflecting back at her just the same in his.

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 14 May 2025

Last week was a bust (out of town again) but I tried to make up for a bit this week.   I touched  3 fics (2 new and 1 WIP) for a total of 1959 words this week - nearly all on one fic. 

On Ao3, I posted: 

 When Guardians and Asgardians Collide: A Tony Stark Bingo Round Robin - April 2025 -  Tony & Loki plus Tony & Stephen - a magical mess! 

New Kid In Town - Tony & Pepper double drabble

It’s Going to Take a Miracle (Berry) - No Powers Workplace WinterIron AU ficlet 

On Tumblr I posted: 

Tomorrow You’ll Be Worlds Away - pre-war (barely) Stucky ficlet

A Misplaced Companion - WinterHawk + Alpine domestic fluff ficlet 

I’m juggling 10-ish  active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadlines being  the  Tony Stark and Beginning  bingos.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Character A/Character B Bingo  [CACBB]   

The Character A/Character B blog () & Discord server run a bingo where you get monthly 3x3 themed cards - I managed two fills on my February Rare Pair Bingo card -  might sign up for June's card if I get my writing mojo back on a semi-consistent basis.  

Beginnings  Bingo  [BB_25]   (Ends 31 May 2025)

This new all-fandoms bingo event (courtesy of  @sweetspicybingo) celebrates beginnings. I’ve got a 3x3 card with nine fills - will be getting a blackout with using both Alt prompts - trying for at least one more square before the event ends!  

* A2 - first impression - Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF289 Blinding Gaze] for  Close Encounters of the Blue-Eyed Kind - a Stony College AU meet cute/meet ugly with Tony literally running into Steve. It came in as a double drabble (200 words) and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

* A3 - first apartment - filled with with A Misplaced Companion - another Flash Fiction Friday crossover with [#FFF303 Out Of The Box] where Bucky’s packing up to move out of his first apartment and in with Clint. Unfortunately, Alpine goes missing along the way.  It came in at 462 words.    

* B1 - first breakup - Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF302 Talk to Me ] for  We Can’t See Eye To Eye - CA;CW compliant Tony x Pepper breakup ficlet.  It came in at 238 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends. 

* C3 - first victim - May be filling this with a Tony & Bruce ficlet where they’re discussing the Winter Soldier.  It’s sitting at 123 words and will (hopefully)  get posted before the event is over. 

* Alt1 - first heartbreak - Filled this with Tomorrow You’ll Be Worlds Away - a crossover with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF304 One Day More]  that’s Steve’s POV of his and Bucky’s last day together before Sergeant Barnes ships out. It came in at 338 words.   

Tony Stark Bingo - Mark VIII [TSB_R8]  (Ends 31 May)

This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @tonystarkbingo is heading towards the finish line! I have  twenty-eight squares filled - may try to pick up another adoptable or two before the event ends. 

* T3 - KINK: praise kink Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF290 Midnight Distractions] Sweet (Tech) Talk  where a pining!Steve visits Tony’s workshop late at night and the way he’s sweet-talking his tech sends Steve’s mind right into the gutter. It came in at 456 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over. 

* Oct Adoptable: Facial Hair Bros - Posted  New Kid in Town to Ao3. It’s a double drabble that crossed over with the Flash Fic Friday prompt  [#FFF287 I Can’t Stand It]. Tony is complaining to Pepper about that so-called wizard stealing his look - she thinks Tony doth protest too much. 

*Apr Adoptable - Wingfic:  Adopted this prompt with the intent to work on/wrap up   Half of the Flesh and Blood that Makes Me Whole - my post CA:WS  canon divergent fic where Steve brings Bucky back to the Tower.  (Re)Established Stucky → Stuckony.   I pulled in my WIB O1 - Tony’s Workshop and FFB Dec B2 - FREE squares as well.    I’ve got Chapter Eight drafted at 1380 words and hope to have it posted on Friday.  

Post July Break Bingo 2024  [pJBB_24] (Ends 30 Jun 2025)

I requested two 2x3 cards for this  Discord-server only event from @julybreakbingo.  I have ten   fics posted  with a blackout on one card & 0 WIPs - need to figure out some more crossovers.

* C1_C1 - “What are we?” - Combined this with the YOTP March prompt  Florist/Tattoo Artist AU, my FFB Feb - A1- Body Art square and the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF298 Hidden Chemistry] for  More Than An Inkling, where Tony is all too aware of the trope and tries to resist the chemistry he has with his next-door business neighbor. It came in at  373 words and will get posted before this event ends. 

Hot Bucky Summer [HBS_25] (Ends 30 Aug 2025) 

This steamy event - brought to you by the fine folks over at @bucky  - is a go for this year!  Weekly themes and prompts (as well as the rules) have been posted here on Tumblr and starting June 1st  - participants can create whatever their smutty (or not so smutty) hearts desire!  I’ve picked out a few prompts to work with - my goal is to complete at least two fics/month, with a stretch goal of creating something for every week!  

Fandom Free Bingo - FFB

The @fandom-free-bingo blog offers up themed cards on a monthly basis - either 3x3 or 5x5 - you have a year to create your fanworks if you want them reblogged. 

Gingerbread Edition (December) - Ends 30 Nov 2025 

Six  of nine fills completed - no WIPs at the moment

* A2 - "I can't believe you!"  Combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF299 Stranger Than Fiction] for Caught In the Act  - a Tony & Pepper IM1 canon-compliant double drabble - expanding a bit on the scene where Pepper walks in on Tony being extricated from the armor after Gulmira.  It came in at 200 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.  

* B3 - Fake dating, real feelings - Posted Something To Talk About  as a crossover with the April YOTP prompts Pranks & “Right in front of my salad!” - Tony suggests a prank where he and Bucky pretend to have had sex with each other; it backfires in the best way.  It came in at 975 words and posted this morning. 

* C1 - Juice -  Posted  It’s Going to Take a Miracle (Berry) to Ao3 last week. This ficlet combined the  Flash Fic Friday prompt [#FFF296 Before the party’s over] and the YOTP March: “What are you doing with that?” prompt in a No Powers workplace AU where Tony brings something to experiment with at the monthly team brunch; his crush gets involved. It came in at 526 words.

Half-Baked Edition (February) - Ends 31 Jan 2026

Six of nine fills completed with one bingo - no WIPs at the moment. 

* A1- Body Art – see  pJBB C1_C1 - “What are we?” above 

* B2 - FREE - I combined this with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt   [FFF#294 - Cursed Trio] for Horning In - a SamBuckyJoaquin ficlet where Brock tries to hit on Sam’s two partners at the club.  It came in at 222 words and will get posted to Ao3 before this event ends. 

Fool's Edition (April) - Ends 31 March 2026

Three fills and 0 WIPs 

* A2 - "I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve."  - Combined this with three Flash Fic Friday prompts:   prompts:  [#FFF300 Let Me Go] [#FFF300 Burn It Down] [#FFF300 Rise and Fall]  for  A Mysterious Musician - a No Powers College AU WinterIron fic where Tony falls at first sight for the singer of a local band, only to discover that he knows him from somewhere else.  It came in at 747 words and ends on a bit of a cliffhanger. I may expand it at some point before posting to Ao3. 

* Alt 2 - Muscles - Posted Offering A Hand  last Friday.  It’s a crossover with an older Flash Fic Friday prompt [#FFF295 Help Not Wanted] for a No Powers AU where Tony happens across two hunks, one of whom might qualify for a Stark Industries program.  It came  in at  575 words.

Year of the OTP [YOTP_25]   (Ends Dec 31 2025)

Making good progress on this challenge where you create (at least) twelve works for a specific pairing by using the monthly prompts provided. I’m a bit of an over-achiever with eight prompts filled so far! 

* March - “What are you doing with that?”  - see FFB December C1 - Juice  above. 

* March - Florist/Tattoo Artist AU -   see  pJBB C1_C1 - “What are we?” above  

* April - Pranks &  “Right in front of my salad!”  See FFB Dec: * B3 - Fake dating, real feelings 

WinterIron Bingo Round 3 [WIB_R3] (Ends 16 Jan 2026)

@winterironevents is bringing back their WinterIron Bingo for a third round! I help co-mod this event and we will have pre-made cards available probably starting next month. I've got one fill and 1 WIP so far need to look for more crossovers with my active cards! . 

* O1 - Tony's workshop - see see TSB Apr Adoptable - Wingfic  

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Nine fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On  other creative fronts:  I’m working on a Spider-Gwen/Ghost-Spider figure for an upcoming con with Gamora and Wolverine on the way!  

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!  I still have one commission slot open for May - feel free to reach out via DM or to  StuffedWithCharacter@gmail.com!

[sailor-song]

old masterlist

๑ everything below is from my previous blog @loveydovey-leviathan

obey me —

best friend!levi ꒱hc

best friend!satan ꒱hc

best friend!mammon ꒱hc

best friend!diavolo ꒱hc

mc teases belphie ꒱fic

aftermath of baking with barbatos ꒱fic

mc scenting their demons ꒱hc

asmo wonders about your relationship ꒱fic

mammon calls himself 'your mammon ꒱fic

older brothers, younger brothers, dateables, barbatos crying ꒱hc

they find one of their brothers crying ꒱hc

you reject their confession ꒱hc

long hair ꒱hc

beel loves the way you make him feel ꒱drabble

beel sits at your feet ꒱drabble

belphie's cheeks are hella soft ꒱fic

you pull them by their belt and hold their waist ꒱drabbles

brothers accidentally call mc 'sister' ꒱fics

giving belphie a ring ꒱fic

'stay with me' trend with the older brothers ꒱fics

asmo loves you ꒱fic

"i want you to be the last one i love" with lucifer ꒱drabble

injuries and a worried reaper ꒱drabble

brothers with an mc who likes to be pampered ꒱hcs

you tell mammon you love him ꒱fic

brothers (minus satan) know you have a crush from the human world ꒱hc

"and i'd give up forever to touch you" with simeon ꒱drabble

mc gets jealous ꒱brothers

you kiss levi before his stream ꒱drabble

belphie gets a tattoo from you ꒱drabble

a3! —

izumi has a crush! ꒱hc

girlfriend izumi ꒱hc

the arcana —

pillow talk with asra ꒱fic

soft moments with the love interests ꒱drabble

bridal carrying them (out of the blue) ꒱hc

diabolik lovers —

accidental confession with yui ꒱fic

yui komori's type ꒱hc

cuddling with yui ꒱drabble

genshin impact —

lady ningguang as your gf ꒱hc

lady ningguang's mornings ꒱hc

blowing a kiss to them in public ꒱drabbles

tears of themis —

rosa's type ꒱hc

twisted wonderland —

malleus gives you a friendship bracelet ꒱fic

bridal carrying them (out of the blue) ꒱drabbles

yuu grew up with a negative superstition about fae (malleus, sebek, lilia) ꒱hc

hopeless romantic riddle! ꒱fic

meeting again, mistletoe and some other stuff with neige ꒱fic

fights with sebek and talking it out ꒱fic

cuddling & sleeping ꒱drabbles

leona loves you so much it scares him ꒱fic

'helping' yuuken & yuuka do their sit-ups ꒱drabbles

ramshackle is alive ꒱fic

malleus is beautiful (also he purrs) ꒱drabble

lipstick stains with malleus ꒱fic + aftermath

"my love for you transcends time" with malleus ꒱drabble

malleus wishes he never met you ꒱drabble

malleus being pathetic ꒱fic

"i love you like a rotten dog" with ruggie ꒱drabble

"promise" with leona ꒱fic

loving you is second nature for ace ꒱drabble

haikyuu —

sakusa is the clingiest bf you've ever had ꒱fic

iwaizumi likes being called pretty ꒱fic

mika & kanoka as ur gf ꒱hc

sakusa falls in love at first sight ꒱fic

various —

characters who like being pulled by the waist (haikyuu, obey me, the arcana, genshin impact, tears of themis, twisted wonderland) ꒱drabble

shy characters who want to sit on your lap -w- (haikyuu, obey me, the arcana, kuroko no basuke, genshin impact, tears of themis, twisted wonderland) ꒱drabble

my ocs —

yuu is lonely ꒱fic

laying in a patch of flowers with yuki ꒱drabble

watching the sunset with yuu ꒱fic

the stars and the moon with azure ꒱fic

kalim doesn't want yuu to leave ꒱fic

yuki spends their last night with belphie ꒱fic

satan's a hopeless romantic ꒱fic

[ciaossu-imagines]

Just the two of us : a vampire au! Masumi Usui x reader drabble

Prompt: "I think we need some time, just the two of us..."

Warnings: vampire! AU, stalking, supernatural/paranormal coercion, yandere Masumi

Words: 4734

Pairings: one-sided Masumi Usui x reader

The night was hazy through the rain, which seemed to hang suspended in the air an extra moment before it plinked onto the pavement, lazily creating puddles on the ground. It hit against the wide, plate glass windows of the café, dripping down slowly. Masumi's eyes watched one of those droplets crawl its way down the window, tracking its progress as he had earlier tracked the progress of a tear down a cheek. He swallowed, feeling as if the motion had gotten stuck in his throat, trying not to think too hard on that at the moment. No…not right yet. He’d think later. For right now, there were other things he had to concentrate on.

The café’s windows were slightly fogged against the cold wind and rain outside, but for someone like Masumi, the fog and rain were nothing that would obscure his vision. He could still clearly see the building across the street, even with the sheets of rain coming down. He’d been staring, studying it for hours now. Even when the café’s staff had come, to see if he was finished or to refresh the coffee he’d been painfully swigging down as an excuse to continue to stay, he hadn’t turned to look at them, simply staring at the building across from them. It was easier to watch now that night had firmly fallen – the glow from the lit-up window made it easier to watch.

Masumi tensed, leaning further into the window. Your figure, almost a shadow against the thin curtains of your lit-up apartment, passed back and forth across the window. He focused intently and he could almost picture you exactly at the moment – a phone to one delicate ear, speaking quickly to whoever was on the other side of the phone, pacing, your other hand gesturing empathically. He always found you so cute in those moments, loved just watching you. And watch he did, for lord knows how long. Eventually though, he knew the call had ended. He watched your shadowy form throw the phone to your left, knew you were tossing it down to your couch. You disappeared then, for a minute or two, and the light illuminating your apartment windows began to slowly dim. One last pass by the now quite dark window – you were moving about your apartment, shutting off the many little lamps and small lights that you always had going in your apartment at night. You and your ‘no big light’ rule…Masumi smiled at that thought. He knew you so well, found all your little eccentricities so adorable.

Masumi watched with bated breath as the apartment completely darkened. Straining himself, he pushed to see your figure as you moved towards your bedroom. Even through bricks walls, he could almost see you  making your way past the walls of your apartment towards your bedroom, using your phone’s flashlight until you got there. Maybe it was all his imagination…just as maybe it was all his imagination as he saw you in his head, flopping down into the bed, pulling the covers up and over your head after the long day you’d had, letting out a deep, grumbling sigh and talking to yourself before you seriously settled into the bed, made yourself comfortable. He waited, still watching the darkened apartment, focusing on the you in his head as you drifted off to sleep. He knew just how peaceful your face would look, how your lips would slightly part as your breathing became regular, how your lashes would sit, so graceful, along the curve of your cheek, how your slightly messy hair would contrast against the patterned pillowcases he’d helped you pick out only bare weeks ago. He smiled despite himself, lost in the beauty that was the you inside his head.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Masumi was startled out of his reverie, his body tensing up. A low growl rattled in the back of his throat, barely audible, but still enough to make the waitress who had come to check on him take an involuntary step back, her young body acting completely on instinct. The smile fell off her face, but only momentarily. It was a passing thing, a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ and then the fake retail smile was back on her face as she looked down at Masumi, waiting patiently for his answer. Still, she never took that step closer to him, he noted. Disgust swelled in his stomach as he looked at the young girl…god, he hated that simpering fake smile. People were often so fake; everyone pretended to be something they weren’t or faked kindness and emotion to get close to someone they wanted…but not you. You’d always been so genuine, your kindness and acceptance of him so complete and truly human. Masumi was suddenly overcome, in his revulsion, with the urge to get up, get closer and closer to the girl, watch that plastic barbie-doll smile fall from her face for good.

But no…he needed to stay here. Even with your apartment dark, even with you asleep, he needed to keep watching, just for a little while yet. He needed to sort out what happened and more importantly, he needed to figure out what to do next. And for that, he needed this café, which had the perfect vantage point for all that, and which was open 24 hours. Besides, it was one of your favourite cafes. It was the place you’d dragged him for dinners and early morning breakfasts so many times. It was an important place for the two of you…he couldn’t defile it in his anger or he’d never forgive himself. So he forced his body to relax, made his expression into something non-threatening, downplayed his aura – made himself appear completely normal, run-of-the-mill, and best of all, completely safe.

“Yeah, just another coffee, please.”

“Yes, sir! Be right on over.”

The girl bounced away but was true to her word. Within minutes, a steaming cup of coffee was set in front of Masumi, his prior cup whisked away in a quick movement. While he did his best to smile at the waitress, to put her back into calm comfort, the second her back was turned, his smile dropped and he turned to the window again, sulkily gazing up at your darkened apartment windows.

How had it come to this? How had things reached this point? With a deep, morose sigh, Masumi slid down in his chair, resting his head against the coolness of the window, taking performative sips of the coffee. God, it tasted disgusting. He hated how it felt in his mouth…he hated everything at the moment, everything but you. That was no surprise though – he could never hate you, after all. He was pretty sure he’d been in love with you from the very first second he’d seen you, after all.

He'd had a feeling about that night that he’d met you. He’d known, hadn’t he, felt it deep inside, that that night would be lucky for him? He might be misremembering…memories were fickle, lying things after all, but still, he liked to believe that was true. He’d been out alone that night. Back then, he was always alone. The karaoke bar had been crowded, full of noise and hustle and bustle, full of people all around him. That was the way he liked it – it not only soothed him, allowed him to feel like he was part of society, part of all the hustle and bustle, but it helped him out in the long run. Your friend’s had dragged you to the karaoke bar that night. They were loud, almost obnoxiously so. They yelled, cheered, and gossiped. He remembered rolling his eyes at them as he studied that little group. And then his eyes had fallen on you. You were quiet – he couldn’t hear your voice amidst theirs. You sat a bit apart from them, your body language uncomfortable. You’d seemed a little like you hadn’t wanted to be there, but he watched you interact with your friends, seen how you had a quick and ready smile for them all, how you clapped enthusiastically for even their worst performances, how you happily watched their stuff for them as they went on stage or went to the washroom.

It hadn’t taken you long to realize he was staring but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You mesmerized him, right from the first instant. It was like something clicked in his mind the second he saw you; he knew, when your eyes met his across the bar, that you were something special, yes. Special…his. It wasn’t even a question. When you’d come up to the counter to buy the next round of drinks for you and your friends, he hadn’t been able to keep himself from approaching you. Though quiet, you’d been so friendly. Talking to you felt so natural, so easy. He couldn’t get enough of it. It had been a delightful surprise when you’d invited him to join you and your friends at your table.  He got to know you that night, back when you were just a high-school student, a little adrift in the world but bright and hopeful. Though he had left the karaoke bar that night still hungry, it had been all worth it. He’d got to meet you, after all, and the two of you had exchanged numbers.

He'd wasted no time in reaching out to you via text. The conversations had been a little awkward at first, but in a good way. In the ‘butterflies in the stomach’ type of way that signaled sure twitterpation. He’d quickly become obsessed and he did every single thing he could to work himself into your life. Sure, he’d had to lie here and there, but for someone like him, that was part of life and he was sure you would have forgiven him had you ever realized. Those texts had turned into phone calls and hangouts that became more and more frequent. Within months, he’d been a daily part of your life. Within a year, he was the one you turned to for everything. Every little trouble, every triumph, every bit of loneliness, all it brought to him first. You called him your best friend, but he knew it was more than that. He’d known that from the start. The two of you were so much more than simply best friends; the two of you were soulmates. He waited patiently, biding his time, knowing deep inside his heart that you would discover and embrace that fact in time as well. He just had to be patient and understanding, to be there for you until that happened.

You’d dated throughout the years, but that was okay. It was something he dealt with, something he accepted. None of them were serious, after all. He knew that. They were just flights of fancy, just stops on the road that would lead you to him for life. The two of you would have eternity together, if only he was patient and allowed you that room to grow and develop. While he could never bring himself to lie to you so completely as to act excited about your crushes and those you dated, while he often pointed out to you how poorly they treated you (nothing like how he would treat you, nothing like how you should be treated, as if you hung the stars themselves) or why they weren’t the best of people, he still listened to every bit of gossip and excitement over your crushes. When you got rejected, it was always him you went to, him that you allowed to hug and hold you as the two of you sat on your couch, eating take-out. It was his shoulder that you always wanted to cry on after getting rejected or breaking up with some person who was never the one for you anyway. He helped you pick out your date-night outfits, listened to endless chatter about each new partner. He even feigned politeness and tolerance for your partners and, out of respect for you, he never once harmed any of them. That wasn’t to say that he never made sure the relationships ended, if they seemed to be stretching on longer than he’d like. After all, you were his and his opinion always meant the most to you, that he was sure of.

He'd been waiting ten years for you so far but that was okay, he’d thought. He’d felt he could wait another ten years for you, another twenty. He’d been so sure that you’d wake up one day, after one of your sleepovers, and the lightbulb would go off. You’d know Masumi was the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. It’s why he’d never been troubled by putting up with all your previous partners. Hell, it was why he hadn’t been at all worried about Banri, your current partner. The man was pathetic, just some thug, just some way for you to indulge in some ‘bad boy’ fantasy. It was just a phase, so Masumi had been content to let you just ride it out. How could he have known? How was he supposed to know that he’d waited too long, that it had been too late?

He'd gotten your call the previous morning now…you’d sounded so excited over the phone and he hadn’t been able to keep himself from grinning. Your sweet voice always did that to him, without fail. He was so in love with you, every part of you. He’d allowed you to chatter on, tell him something big had happened and you needed him to come over right away. He’d been full, bloated, and exhausted from last night’s supper but hey, he never refused you. Never. No was never a word he could bear to tell you so he’d rushed over to your apartment.

The ring had been so big, so gaudy. It looked ugly on your ring finger as you’d waved it in his face, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you excitedly talked.

Banri had proposed and you…you’d said yes. You looked happier than he’d ever seen you and it confused him. This was all wrong. Everything about it was wrong. You could never, ever be that happy about getting married to anyone except for him. The universe wouldn’t have let it happen. No, you simply had to be confused. You must have just gotten caught up in the moment of the proposal. You must have felt left out, with all your friend’s getting married, and yearned for what they’d had. You must have felt lonely or been swept up in the romance of the idea of marriage. Yes, that’s what it had to be. That made sense and Masumi had forgiven you for that, for your moment of foolishness in accepting the proposal.

He'd tried to explain that to you. He’d tried so hard to find the right words to tell you how unhappy Banri would make you, how this wasn’t the right step for you, how you just needed to take that ring off. God, did you need to take the ring off. It was pissing him off, seeing it flash on your finger. The argument had been a large one, full of shouting on your part. But that was fine – the two of you had fought before and you always made up. He indulged your little temper tantrums, even found them cute. This would blow over, you’d take the ring off, and you and Masumi would get back to your lives together, just the two of you.

But you’d refused to take off the ring and Masumi had slipped. He’d been so dumb. God, he hated himself, he thought, hitting his head against the window of the café, over and over, barely aware he was doing it. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to die. How had be been so stupid? He hadn’t meant to. He swore to whatever existed that he hadn’t meant to. He’d just wanted that ring off and so, when you were waving your hand in his face as you yelled at him, he’d grabbed at you. He’d never realized how delicate your wrist felt in his grasp, how very brittle you really were against his strength, until he heard the straining of bone, steps away from fracturing. Not until he saw the stark terror cross your face, overriding the anger, your eyes watering from pain and fear. He’d watched the tears as they started to slip down your face and the hoarse strain of your voice as you’d yelled at him to get out, to never come back had cut like a hot knife into his heart.

He hadn’t meant to. God, he hadn’t meant to. He would never…he never meant to. It was repeated like a mantra inside Masumi’s head as he let the memories wash over him, playing like a movie over and over in his head. He let himself wallow in them, let himself indulge in self-pity for hours as the waitress refilled his coffee cup time and time again. It wasn’t until 2 a.m. that he made himself pull his mind away from it. No, that was enough. He knew what happened. He’d played out every moment in excruciating detail. What he had to do now was figure out a way to fix it. He couldn’t lose you – you were his everything, his entire purpose for existence. You, and only you, made a man out of the monster. To let you go would be like defying the rules of the universe.

There had to be a solution.

It took him another hour. He thought of possible solutions, drawing each one of them out to the best and worst possible cases. He deliberated every small detail, every variable that would get in his way. But finally, finally he knew what he had to do. Nodding silently to himself, he settled in. He knew the best course of action now…he just simply had to wait for now.

“More coffee?” the waitress asked as she flounced back over to the table.

Masumi poured on the charm, turning a dazzling smile on the waitress. He could be exceptionally charming when he wanted to be, especially given his handsome face.

“No…no, I think I’d really like some pancakes. Banana pancakes if you have them, in a to-go container with lots of butter and syrup on the side.”

Your favourite breakfast, the one you always ordered whenever you dragged Masumi here. He knew he’d need to stuff himself full – he’d need quite a bit of food so he’d have the strength for what was to come. The waitress smiled back at him, tossed some flirtatious banter his way. Masumi returned it in kind…he wanted her under his spell, he wanted her fawning. It didn’t take too long before the waitress was returning, the Styrofoam container of pancakes in her hand, a bright smile on her face. That was no surprise. At this wee hour of the morning, Masumi was the only customer in the café and had been for hours so far. The streets outside had been deserted for hours.

There was a little bit of an extra swing in the waitress’ hips now and she played with a strand of hair coquettishly as she set the to-go container on the table.

“Here you go, sir,” she giggled out, her eyelashes fluttering as she batted her eyes at him. “Did you want to settle your check now, or is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?”

Her tone made it perfectly clear what she was suggesting and Masumi fought the bile that threatened to rise into his throat, the disgusted sneer that wanted to make it’s way onto his face. Instead, he smiled disarmingly at her as he rose from the table, taking a step towards her, his own hand reaching up to brush the strand of hair she was fiddling with.

“As a matter of fact, there is…”

It was over in a matter of seconds, sharp fangs tearing into the column of the waitress’ neck, her scream of pain cut short. Masumi’s speed had always been above average for his kind and the short-order cook out back had barely made it past the swinging door before he met the same fate as the waitress. Masumi fed greedily, not wasting even a drop. He needed his strength, that was all. Once he’d finished, his stomach full, his body now almost dancing with what felt like electricity, tight with power, he casually walked over to the door of the café. A flip of the fingers and the door was locked, the sign on the door switched to closed, the lights flicked off. It didn’t matter if there was light or not to Masumi. He functioned just as well in the dark.

One step of the plan down…now he just had to clean up. He couldn’t bear the thought of you seeing him like this. You deserved to see him only at his best, after all.

“Masumi…” you gasped out, the early morning sunlight making your silhouette in the doorway glow. He looked at you fondly, his hand falling away from where it had been steadily thumping against your door. “…What are you doing here?”

Your arms crossed against yourself, almost holding yourself as you looked up at the person you’d long considered your best friend in the world. You held yourself almost protectively as you stared at him, mistrust evident in your gaze. It hurt him to look back at you, but Masumi forced himself to do so. He deserved this, after all. He’d frightened you; he’d hurt you. He deserved your mistrust, even as it broke him inside. Besides, he’d make it right again. He would.

“Can I come in?” he asked, his voice low, apologetic, almost timid. You’d never heard Masumi sound like that before and it shocked you a little bit, leaving you blinking bemusedly at him. It almost made your defenses come down but, with a start, you remembered the previous night. You remembered his crazy behaviour, his insane ramblings about soul mates and how the two of you belonged together. What you remembered most, vividly, was the feel of his hand squeezing your wrist, the sharp pain that had shot down your arm. He’d hurt you last night…your best friend, the person you trusted most in the world, had purposefully hurt you. That served to raise your hackles again, to get your guard up and you started to swing the door closed.

“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea, Masumi.”

Masumi was quick though, his hand shooting up to grab and stop the door before it could close. It hung, half-open, and he peered in at you through the gap.

“Please. I brought breakfast…banana pancakes. Your favourite, right? I just…I just want to talk. I was stupid. Please, just let me apologize.”

“I really…I think you should go.”

“Please…” Masumi pleaded. He forced his will into the word as his eyes met yours, exerting himself. The power coursed through him and your eyes started to dim, turn hazy. Not too much…not too much too soon. He wanted you compliant, yes, but still lucid enough. Under the suggestion he’d pushed at you, your hand fell away from the door. You broke eye contact, Masumi letting you do so, turning your back to him and starting to walk into your apartment.

“Fine. You can come in…but you better have a damn good explanation for last night. What the hell was that? You really scared me last night.”

“I know…I’m so sorry. I would never, ever hurt you,” Masumi said, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind him. He knew every inch of the place, was as comfortable in it as if it were his own apartment. “Just please, let me try to explain,” he pleaded again. You still wouldn’t look at him, but he took your silence as reply enough.

Following you to the couch, he set the pancakes in front of you carefully, as if they were offerings to some mystical deity. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, staring a hole in the floor. An awkward silence hung in the air, which felt as though you could cut it with a knife. It made you antsy and you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, curling up and keeping a careful eye on him.

“So…” you said cautiously, breaking the silence.

“So,” Masumi replied, before groaning and running his hand over his face, pulling his thoughts together. He hadn’t expected to be so tongue-tied now that he’d seen you again. He hadn’t expected to feel this nervous…he just had to follow the plan. That was all. He just had to follow the plan.

“You said you wanted to explain. So, explain.”

Masumi straightened up then, taking a deep breath as he turned to face you. He stared at you, drinking in all your beloved features, the lines and curves of your body, your smell.

“I’ve come to realize something,” Masumi started, his voice cracking a little. His hand went up to cup your cheek and you flinched away. God, it felt like his heart was breaking. As much as he didn’t want to scare you again, this had to be done. But still, it didn’t feel good to do this. Why? Why hadn’t you realized on your own?

Masumi’s big hands, always cold, settled on the slope of your jawline, soft enough not to hurt, but forceful enough to make you look at him. You tried to jerk away but found yourself caught in his strong grip, his hands forcing your face up to look him in the eye. As his eyes met yours, he once again poured out his will. His fangs slipped out as he drew upon his powers, making his words come out slightly accented.

“I would never hurt you. You can relax. You know me…you know I could never hurt you.”

Your body relaxed, your eyes hazy and disoriented. Your own hands came up to cover his, just laying over top of them.

“I know,” you slurred out.

“Good…that’s good. Please, just listen to me, okay?”

“I’m listening.”

“You know Banri is no good for you, right? He could never make you happy.”

You nodded slightly, your eyes locked onto his, your mind numbly accepting the words as absolute truth.

“I can make you happy. I promise you. You’ll see. I just think…I think we need some time together, just for the two of us. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes. I couldn’t imagine my life without you, Masumi. You’re my best friend.”

Your words were quick, forceful, sounding sure as they left your mouth.

“Oh, but we’re so much more than friends, aren’t we?” the words were almost begging.

“…yes…”

Your tone changed then, the word hesitant and unsure but still, something within Masumi thrilled at the confirmation. Even though he knew, on some level, that he was implanting the answer in your head, making it come out of your mouth, he could ignore that in the moment. He could just focus on the answer, find the delight in you saying it to him. You’d come around, he knew, to saying it yourself. You just had be to led the right way. That was all. You’d come to see, once this was all over with.

“I can give us that time. I can give us forever. Come away with me…we can start someplace new together, just me and you. Every day, me and you and I’ll love you properly, the way you deserve for each and every one of those days. I promise. Just me and you, forever and ever.”

“Forever and ever…” you repeated, your eyes fluttering almost closed, your body loose and relaxed in his grip, almost nuzzling against his hands. He had you, fully and completely.

“Yes…forever and ever. Just say yes, my love.”

“Yes.”

You didn’t even feel it – Masumi made it as painless as possible as, finally, his teeth sank carefully into the smooth skin of your neck, his body pressed tightly against yours, his strong arms wrapped around you lovingly.

[darcylewisbingohq]

1. driftwood | bonfire | pyromania

2. sweater weather | a dark and stormy night| 10 days of rain

3. centaur | Sleepy Hollow, NY | bakotsu

4. Halloween virgin | Halloween veteran | Queen of Halloween

5. hidden lagoon | The Pettenedda (well monster) | a bunyip in the billabong

6. dungeon | hidden away in Hydra’s sub-basement | subterranean terror

7. supernatural harbinger (Vardøger) | bilocation (doppelgänger) | the Gothic double (Jekyll v. Hyde/Banner v. Hulk)

8. the Hanging Wood | Witches Castle | the Black Forest

9. Chinese Lantern | vampire fruit | Ghost Gum

10. sheet ghost | haunt | ghost POV

11. phobia | fear made flesh | [insert your personal fear here]

12. alienation | Hill of Crosses | “Waltzing Matilda”

13. mutation | sentient Hydra experiment | interviewing a monster

14. Sasquatch | Wild Man of the Woods | Silvanus (similar to a satyr or faun)

15. tarot cards | crystal ball | ouija board

16. a sling ring | a mystery portal | Doors of Death

17. immortal enemy(ies) to lover(s) | succubus soulmate | fiends for life

18. feline | witch’s familiar | thylacine sighting

19. dragon | La Gargouille | kaiju battle

20. enthrall | ‘like a moth to a flame’ | Mothman

21. a virgin sacrifice | fresh flesh | Drop Bear

22. cider festival | beer garden | Oktoberfest

23. rum runner | mooncusser | Half Moon Bay

24. Jersey Devil | Monster of Ravenna | La Llorona

25. costume | disguised naiad | swan maidens

26. (pre)deceased | axe murder | Fall River, Mass.

27. howl | werewolf | Forest of the Wolves

28. runic carvings | curse | a cult of witches

29. Blood Moon | The Hunt | the Wild Hunt/Santa Compaña

30. catacombs | reliquary | ossuary church

31. rich people Halloween party | a Gothic masquerade | Hydra’s Halloween Ball

Alternates

Because the Darcy Lewis Bingo Mod Team are writers and artists ourselves, we understand that not all prompts are created equal and, therefore, are not necessarily inspiring to all creators. So, for 2024-25, we are including a list of 10 fun, spooky alternate prompts you’re welcome to use on any day you get stumped by the creator prompts we’ve supplied above. Each alternate prompt may only be used once, however, so use them wisely and don’t take them for granted. These are not easier prompts by any means! And don’t forget that all of your Promptober fills must incorporate our beloved Lady of the Astrophysics Lab, Dr. Darcy Lewis!

A1. a 2-sentence horror story (req.: cannot be longer than 2 sentences & must tell a complete horror story)

A2. Darcy’s First Halloween

A3. a Halloween Darcy drabble (req.: exactly 100 words)

A4. the Avengers go out on Halloween Night in New York City

A5. an onomatopoeic story or poem (req.: must include at least 13 onomatopoetic words)

A6. a Darcy retelling of the Headless Horseman (or your favorite classic spooky story)

A7. an acrostic poem about Darcy, the Avengers, and Halloween

A8. The Mummy AU

A9. an autumnal Darcy haiku

A10. record a podfic (with permission) of a friend’s spookiest Darcy fic

With our alternates, this means every player begins this round of Promptober with a whopping 103 spooky season prompts. We can’t wait to see what you make of them in the year to come. Have a spooky time creating, Darcy Friends!

Promptober 2024 is a list of 31 this-that-or-the-other prompt themes handpicked by our mod team to cross international borders for creators to choose from to create spooky, oogie, or hygge fanworks for the autumn & Halloween season (or for Scary Christmas, Valloween/St. Guillotine’s Day, Half-Halloween, Gay Halloween!, Summerween, Scary Christmas in July, or Autumn Down Under for our Aussie creators). We continue to be not your mom so we’re not here to tell you when or how long you can celebrate your Spooky Season. Here at Darcy Lewis Bingo HQ, all your spooky holiday lifestyle choices are valid. In fact…

Important Dates & Deadlines

Promptober begins on August 3rd, 2024 this round, but you know how we feel about deadlines. 🔪 So, for this round of Promptober, we’re doing away entirely with hard deadlines and we mean it! You have from August 3rd, 2024 until our next Halloween event begins, and even beyond that, if you like! Though we do strongly recommend wrapping up this challenge before the next spooky challenge begins, this event remains open basically as long as this bingo exists. No pressure to complete, ever, just inspo and encouragement. 🧡

Promptober Challenges

Promptober Mini Challenge: choose and complete fannish works for any 13 of the prompts from this list for our mini challenge. Creators may choose 13 prompts from the list of prompts—any 13 prompts at all!

Promptober Mega Challenge: choose and complete fannish works for 31 of the listed prompts for our spooky main event! Creators may choose any 31 of the total 93 prompts listed to complete this event.

For an extra personal challenge, you may limit yourself to only posting a fanwork inspired by one of the prompts listed by the number that corresponds to each day of October for every day of the month all month long, but it’s absolutely not required for completion of this event. We want you to succeed and create, and to share new Darcy works, so our goal is always to support you in your fannish creative endeavors and make that as easy as possible.

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Promptober 2024 Guidelines

Promptober fills must prominently feature our beloved Lady of Astrophysics, Dr. Darcy Lewis!

Promptober creators have all of our 2024-2025 round to work on this event! If you want to work on it the whole year until we release the next spooky season event, we encourage you to do that. If spooky challenges are particularly your jam, we’d love to see what you do with ours when you’ve got the whole year to tackle it!

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100 words for written works or word art, with the exception of poetry with independent formatting rules (such as haikus).

1 image for artwork or handcrafts of any kind and a description for the visually impaired of the medium used and what it represents.

1 image for cosplay or character-bounding and a description for the visually impaired of cosplay or clothing and any other fashion influences incorporated into the costume or clothing (be descriptive! talk about fabrics and colors, tone and texture! describe the emotions the colors you used evoke in you as the creator!)

9 elements for moodboards (background, images, texts, ephemera) and a description for the visually impaired of the moodboard and what it represents.

6 images for social media AUs and a description for the visually impaired of the creation and what it represents.

10 songs for playlists and a text list of artists and songs to give credit to the original artists, plus a description for the visually impaired of what the playlist represents and how it relates to Darcy.

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[mikaelcipher]

“Utsuki.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. And then responds with slight surprise, “Tasuku. Isn't it late?”

“That's what I meant to tell you. I just finished grabbing a drink of water, so I'm heading back to my room.” Tasuku looks him up and down, taking in his business attire and his briefcase, where his laptop is kept. “Overtime?” he guesses.

“Mhm.” Chikage nods, leaving his shoes at the door.

“... Would you like me to carry you?”

“Huh?”

“...”

They stare at each other for a good long minute until Chikage realizes that Tasuku is serious. “Is it because—...” That one time he joked about letting Tasuku carry him? “I wasn't serious at that time, you know.”

“Still, you're probably very tired, right?”

In the darkness of the singular light in the living room, it's hard to tell whether Tasuku is wearing a sincere expression or what. “I'm not that tired,” Chikage tells him but despite that, he does bring his briefcase close to his chest. “But if you insist.”

And he meant to joke about that too but somehow, he's in Tasuku's arms, being carried through the halls of the dorm. He wasn't sure what to expect at first, maybe for Tasuku to throw him over his shoulder or to carry him on his back but — a bridal carry? Really?

They're both mostly quiet as Tasuku makes the short trip from the living room to Chikage's shared room with Chigasaki. It's an odd situation, he thinks... It's strangely calming. Usually, when his feet are off the ground, he wouldn't feel very safe.

It's a trip too short when Chikage's back on his feet again.

“See you tomorrow, Utsuki,” Tasuku says and Chikage doesn't make it show that his mind has wandered.

“Yes, thank you, Tasuku. I should make jokes like these more often if it means you'll give in to my whimsies.” He smiles a little.

“Give in to your whimsies?” echoes Tasuku, confused. “You just have to ask, really. If you want me to carry you to bed again tomorrow, just let me know.”

“... That won't be necessary, thank you.”

“Alright, well... Goodnight, Utsuki.”

“Goodnight, Tasuku.”

Maybe he'll go overtime again tomorrow.

[satrs]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 1K SMUT DRABBLE EVENT⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

ੈ ♡˳ONGOING! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ENDED!

Hihi!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I thought about spicing things up as thanks for over 1000 followers! I’m really thankful for all the nice words and the support, and I want to give something back to you guys!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You tell me via asks a kink (letter) + a dialog prompt(number) and a male character from Blue Lock or Jujutsu kaisen of your liking and I’ll write a little something about them!

Here is an example:

A3 with Toji

Kinks and prompts under the cut.

Here are the kinks you can choose from:

A ╰┈➤ ❝ SOMNOPHILIA ❞ Ness Oliver

B ╰┈➤ ❝ DACRYPHILIA ❞ Isagi

C╰┈➤ ❝ AGE GAP ❞ Gojo

D╰┈➤ ❝ BONDAGE ❞

E╰┈➤ ❝ DEGRADATION ❞ Sae

F╰┈➤ ❝ PRAISE ❞ Leonardo Luna

G╰┈➤ ❝ BLOOD PLAY ❞

H╰┈➤ ❝ ORGASM CONTROL ❞ Nagi

I╰┈➤ ❝ HUMILIATION ❞ Yuuta

J╰┈➤ ❝ CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT ❞ Toji

K╰┈➤ ❝ SIZE KINK ❞ Kaiser

L╰┈➤ ❝ CLOTHED GRINDING ❞ Rin /// Megumi

M╰┈➤ ❝ OVERSTIMULATION ❞ Shidou

N╰┈➤ ❝ EDGING ❞

O╰┈➤ ❝ CORRUPTION ❞ kunigami

Aaaaand the dialog prompts:

𝟙➥ “Let me see those eyes.” 𝟚➥ “Use your words.” 𝟛➥“Please, kiss me.” 𝟜➥“Touch yourself.” 𝟝➥“You can do better than that.” 𝟞➥“Does that feel good?” 𝟟➥“Touch me there. Right there.” 𝟠➥“Don’t make a mess, baby.” 𝟡➥“Just a little more, mkay?” 𝟙𝟘➥“Did you come already?” 𝟙𝟙➥“Slow, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” 𝟙𝟚➥ “Won’t you help me? Please?” 𝟙𝟛➥“Turn over, baby.” 𝟙𝟜➥“Shh, just look at me, baby.” 𝟙𝟝➥“Stop talking and take off your clothes.” 𝟙𝟞➥"Just like that." 𝟙𝟟➥“Wanna bet?” 𝟙𝟠➥“First one to cum is the loser.” 𝟙𝟡➥"Wait, I got a surprise." 𝟚𝟘➥"Please, stop teasing."

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ੈ♡˳Keep in mind that you should only choose one kink and two dialog prompts at max. The male characters I write for as of now would be Blue Lock and Jujutsu Kaisen.

ੈ♡˳I’ll do this for a limited time(still don’t fully know how long ups) and I also have a limit of requests.

ੈ♡˳mostly sub!reader, unless requested otherwise.

ੈ♡˳I do the requests at my own tempo and do this as long as I see fit. They all will be drabbles, no full fics.

ੈ♡˳I only do requests if I think I can fulfill your expectations.

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