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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Modern AU: CEO! Finarfin

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A/N: Back again with another Modern AU headcanon (you probably thought I gave it up). The last one I did was for the Sugar Daddies, I had a hard time deciding if I should have done one for Finarfin (maybe a next time)...here's CEO! Finarfin to continue this Modern AU.

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CEO! Finarfin who…inherited the smallest share of his father’s company after the will was read and turned out to have the most successful business ever. More successful than Feanor and easily surpassed him in the markets with a grand welcome of deals and shares. His company ran the most prolonged, longer than his father's rule.

CEO! Finarfin who…was pleased to hire you as his forensic accountant and was blown away by your credentials. There wasn’t an area on your resume that showed you being incapable of anything. This pushed him to have you as his certified forensic accountant, not wanting to have anyone else sort out all his financial reports. He needed someone with vast skills who could keep up with his business work etiquette, and you had them all.

CEO! Finarfin who…asks for you to do background research on all of the companies before he makes a deal or co-signs with them. He respects your words and looks forward to your guidance, believing in your final say about companies, their work ethics and financial history. He doesn’t have the need to consult another accountant to clarify if the data acquired is true or false.

CEO! Finarfin who…not only loves your advice in business but also in life. He looks forward to the motivational words you give him whenever he’s stressed out by his eldest brother or family problems. There are moments during meetings you would notice the stress and make a few comments here and there to relieve himself and have a break. Other times, when the meeting is over or midway, the conversation changes outside of work matters.

CEO! Finarfin who…also insists that you tag along to lunch because you do so much for him, way out of your job description, thus you deserve some time off to take away his stress (that is if you are living nearby and not overseas).

CEO! Finarfin who…can’t help but feel touched by the extra distance you’re willing to go and can’t help but wonder what your motives were. Were you trying to get closer to him because it wasn’t the first time someone attempted, plus, he was a single desirable bachelor? Many were lining up for his hand in marriage. Or were you genuinely sincere towards him? He hoped the latter, he did fancy you.

CEO! Finarfin who…takes the chance to ask you out for dinner one day out of the blue and almost walked into his office door after you told him yes. You saw the natural radiant beam of light shine out from him when realised he still had his game and charm.

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CEO! Finarfin who…takes the opportunity to bring you to his company whenever face-to-face meetings are being held. Sometimes, the chauffeur will retrieve you before him at Finarfin’s request just to have you sit and wait for his return after a morning jog. When he comes in, he’s wearing a simple thin tee and sweatpants that do not hide his physique. Thus, you are caught drooling at his body and he takes notice.

CEO! Finarfin who…loves to hold you close when kissing you so you could feel the outline of his physique through his shirt and shiver at the close contact. He runs his own hands up and down your body as the kiss escalates and lifts you onto his table to press his bulge into your core. The little gasp you would make just turns him into a little demon who walks you over to his sofa and allow you to grind over his crotch.

CEO! Finarfin who…would unbutton your shirt as you’re making out in his office and leave a litter of hickeys around your chest and neck and send you back to the accountant firm, with at least the top two buttons undone, hot and bothered. He knows that your underwear was soaked and was itching to have it off, but he’s a patient person.

CEO! Finarfin who…waits until you’ve both returned to his home, where he presses you against the walls to have his way. A passionate lover who has you speaking in tongues — he’s that good. King of aftercare and indulges in shower sex and morning sex. He tends to have more energy in the morning, so his pace is faster.

CEO! Finarfin who…doesn’t take the chance of fucking you in his office when you visit because he’s always busy and anyone could walk in, so he prefers his house. He does take back his word when he’s stressed out by his elder brother’s competitive behaviour, and you’re around to save the day with a blowjob under his desk and then riding him like no tomorrow. He lost his mind at your actions and didn’t hesitate to bend you over his desk, whispering in your ear about how good you were always for him.

CEO! Finarfin who…hates to use you as a stress reliever but loves how you feel around him when he’s stressed. His senses are heightened so he seeks you to dispel his tiredness with a nice rough fuck. Prefers when you call him affectionate names with the exception of ‘Sir’, it gets you bent over any surface. Hates and loves when you run your hand through his hair or tug him by his collar and call him Sir.

CEO! Finarfin who…invests in buying you pretty lingerie because he’s a sucker for them and loves the way you look. He’s torn between taking you in them and ripping them off your body, either way, you’re always getting a new stock. He acts like your sugar daddy even though you can more than afford the same things he purchases for you (he just wants to spoil you). Once you dropped the comment and he just raised a brow and smirked because he knew how true it was.

CEO! Finarfin who…fucks you a little rougher than usual whenever he meets with his family and complains the entire night about them as he’s fucking you — it’s the one time he’s very rough and doesn’t let you have any control. You’re literally his personal stress reliever.

CEO! Finarfin who…calls you ‘his baby’ and enjoys taking you to events, loving to see you decked out in the finest jewellery and clothes. His heart swells even more with the realisation that he’s more than just spoiling you and treating you like his sugar baby, he fancies you. Later on, asks for you to officially move in with him and make things official between you two.

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intheholler · 5 months

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Hi<3

I hope you are well! My best friend and I are working on planning a road thrip through Appalachia this summer and I was just wondering if you have any spots you recommend visiting or any tips about traveling there (ie places to stay/bars to go to, and general cultural etiquette)

Thank you so much for your time!!

(Also I have to say I really love your account)

hi there, thank you! <3

okay so, firstly, i mean this very gently, but, i wanna remind yall that appalachia is a massive region spanning across almost all of the eastern united states. even what we generally mean to discuss when we say "appalachia" (south/central appalachia) is still an expansive region that is in no way a monolith.

so like, swap out appalachia with any other region in the usa: "i'm gonna be visiting the midwest/PNW/southwest, are there any bars you recommend?" it's a similar vibe to your question, just to put it in perspective.

since it is so broad and i don't know exactly where you plan to visit, it's hard to give recommendations. especially because my experience in appalachia is restricted to the blue ridge, which is gonna be different from, say, appalachian alabama.

that said, the best advice i can give no matter where you intend to travel here is to practice "ethical" tourism (in so far as that can be a thing):

ask yourself why you want to come here/what you hope to see and experience, and make sure that it is not disruptive or exploitative. be prepared for potential cultural/social clashes and don't mock us for our ways.

support our economy. shop local while you're here. stay at local motels and inns, not chains. eat at local restaurants. shop your souveneirs or whatever at mom n pops and don't just get a keychain at hot spot that says "keep asheville weird" or what have you.

if that sounds expensive, it surely is, and if it's not something you can afford to do, then take a moment to consider how we live here, and how poor we generally are.

people who don't care--gentrifiers, snow bird tourists, et al--harm us by coming to the mountains and trying to live here like its wherever they came from, instead of respecting and strengthening what we already have going on. don't do what they do.

essentially: if you can't leave it better than you found it, it might not be the place to go.

thanks for taking time to consider these things before your trip!

#asks #appalachia

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jplupine · 9 months

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Day 5: Byakuya Kuchiki ~ Heavy Petting

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.7k Date Published: October 5, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Tengu!Byakuya, Sub!Byakuya, Small Dom/Big Sub, Exophilia, Cuddling for Warmth, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob, Heavy Petting, Praise, Teasing, Hair Pulling Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses the term 'birdie' to refer to Byakuya. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter encounters a tengu after getting lost while hunting an oni....

You can also read it on AO3!

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Sitting at the low table as the scent of tea drifted toward my nose, I watched the man pour the freshly brewed tea into two cups. But....did he really count as a man? He had a set of multi-colored wings resting on his back and a red mask over the top half of his face indicative of a tengu.

He'd found me wandering in the woods and brought me back here since I was incredibly lost. I'd been following a blue oni that had been terrorizing a village and somehow ended up on some mountain with the trees colored by autumn.

"What is your name, human?" His voice was low and smooth.

"Wynter." I answered as he passed me a cup. He clearly had been trained in etiquette and was graceful in his movements. "What's yours?" I asked out of curiosity and to try and continue the conversation. He seemed to hesitate and think about it before answering.

"Byakuya."

"And where am I?" I carefully picked up the teacup and paused to watch him take a drink first. Once he did, I tasted the tea. It was warm and mellow with an herbal scent.

"You're in the Spirit World. I advise you to stay here until I can return you to your world. It is not safe in this world for a mortal to wander." His eyes dropped to my sword. "Even if you are carrying a weapon."

"You'd really let an armed stranger stay in your home?"

"If you were aware of who I am, you would know you stand no chance of harming me."

"Because you're a tengu?"

"Because I'm a noble with more power than a mortal such as yourself could muster." His voice was steady as he looked at me. He was so matter-of-fact.

"How long will it take for me to get back home?"

"A few days. I'll have to fill out paperwork and go through the proper channels of opening a portal back to your world."

"I'm assuming just opening portals is frowned upon."

"It is for humans."

"Great." I sighed.

"How did you get here?"

"I was following an oni."

"You're a hunter?"

"Sort of. I get some extra money getting rid of yokai attacking villages." I replied before taking another drink.

"And only those that attack villages?"

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

"You did try attacking me in the forest."

"In my defense, I thought you were going to eat me then." I waved my hand, and Byakuya scoffed. His pale lips curled in a smile, and I could already tell he was pretty under his mask. "Think that's funny, do you?"

"I don't eat mortals that reek of sweat and grime." His voice didn't falter at all while he was smirking. Grabbing the front of my yukata, I pulled it up to sniff it.

"Oh." Was all I could say as my eyebrows rose. I really did stink. "I have been hunting that oni for quite some time."

"I'll have a bath run for you." Byakuya stated before taking a drink from his cup.

The hot water was soothing my aching muscles as I scrubbed away the dirt from my skin. I washed from head to toe and made sure to get under my nails as well. It felt so good to bathe in a big tub and with such fine soaps.

I had definitely lucked out having Byakuya being the one to find me. A tengu, and nobility no less, that was willing to help.

Sighing when I finally got out of the water with pruned fingers, I grabbed the plush towel hanging from a rack to dry off. I'd been given a clean yukata as well that was a few sizes too big but would work for now. Pulling on the plain black fabric, I got dressed before exiting the room.

Byakuya was already waiting in the hallway with his hands in his sleeves. He glanced down at me before turning away.

"This way. And stay close. Others here may not take kindly to your presence."

"Would they kick me out?"

"They would eat you." His response was blunt, but I appreciated it. "In here." He slid open a door, and I saw that it was a bedroom. I walked in, and Byakuya watched me closely. "You know nothing of nobility, do you?"

"Not really. Why?"

"Your behavior. You've even turned your back on me several times now."

"Oh. Well, I'll be gone in a few days. Try not to take it personally, I'm just a street rat commoner after all." I chuckled before pausing when I saw all the things in the room. From the desk to the wardrobe and other small items and furniture decorating the room told me this was not a guest room. "....Whose room is this?"

"Mine." Byakuya said while shutting the door.

"I thought-"

"I told you, some here will try to eat you, Wynter. So long as you're near me, that won't happen." He then seemed to get irritated when he saw the futons set up next to each other. "I told them to put it in the corner." Byakuya muttered before softly sighing.

"Hey, I don't stink anymore. It should be fine."

"You're still a mortal."

"So?"

"What makes you think I want you that close to me?"

"You don't have a lot of friends, do you?" I questioned, and he seemed surprised. "C'mon, they were nice enough to do all this for you. Just think of it as a sleepover." I then set my sword down next to the smaller futon.

"I can smell how nervous you are, Wynter. There's no need to pretend you're not."

"Yeah, well....it's more for me. Maybe if I pretend I'm more relaxed, I might actually relax." I muttered while pulling back the blanket. "I'm in the fucking Spirit World. That's wild enough."

"I see." Byakuya looked at me for a second before reaching up to take off his mask. It clicked as it came off from the red piece that had the mask's horns and circled around his head. And, sure enough, he was a beautiful man underneath with red markings over his eyebrows and at the outer corners of his eyes.

He set the mask down and began to take out his hair ornaments. I simply watched out of curiosity as I sat on the futon. His wings loosely hung from his back as he took off several layers and went around the feathered appendages.

Byakuya finally came toward his bed when he was stripped down to the base layer of his clothes. He didn't say a word as he laid down under his blanket and tucked in his wings close to his back. He laid on his side facing away from me, and I scoffed.

"Thanks, by the way."

"You're welcome." Byakuya responded with a quiet voice, and I laid down while rolling onto my side with my back facing him. It was silent in the dark room, and I curled up under my blanket from the chill that settled in.

I could only assume Byakuya didn't notice because of him being a tengu, but the cold mountain air filled the room. I thought the blanket would be enough to keep me warm, but it wasn't. I couldn't get to sleep and started shivering with my hands tucked under my arms and my legs pulled up closer to my chest.

I was tired from traveling and the hectic day I had, but it was impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep. The temptation to snoop around for another blanket crossed my mind. However, I didn't think Byakuya would appreciate waking up to me rifling around in his things.

A heavy sigh came from behind me before my blanket was moved and an arm snaked around my waist. I was pulled back until I was near another body and a blanket dropped over me. Before I could say anything, Byakuya was talking.

"I can't sleep with your teeth chattering."

"It's autumn in the mountains. It's freezing in here." I retorted and could feel the warmth from his body seeping through my clothes.

"Are you still cold?"

"....Not really." I cleared my throat while looking at the wall straight ahead. Byakuya sighed and pulled me closer. With my back against his chest, I could feel his body heat even more. I could also feel his breath hitting the back of my head as his wings shifted to get more comfortable.

Byakuya left his arm around my waist, and his breathing slowed as if he was drifting off to sleep. And now that I was warm, my eyelids were becoming heavy. So what if a tengu was cuddling me? I was exhausted.

Falling asleep had been much easier once I was no longer cold. However, I woke up sometime after and didn't feel as if I'd gotten much sleep. It was still dark in the room as well, so it was still nighttime.

As clarity came to my tired mind, I could feel panting against the back of my neck since Byakuya had his face pressed into my hair. I groggily wondered if he was having a nightmare from how he breathed and shook. His hand was even gripping tightly to the front of my yukata.

Slowly blinking, it was perhaps from how I was still half asleep that I decided to roll over and offer Byakuya some comfort. I just closed my eyes and slid my arm over his side while laying close to still be warm. I was going to go back to sleep, but something felt off.

It was too quiet now.

Byakuya's panting had immediately ceased and he was tense. Gradually opening my eyes to check on him, I saw that his eyes were wide open and his cheeks were dark. His pale eyes looked nearly black from how wide his pupils were, and he seemed shocked.

Even if I was half asleep, I wasn't an idiot. Looking down, I saw one of his hands pressed against his pelvis with a bump sticking out between his fingers. Byakuya seemed to snap out of his shock and quickly rolled over while wrapping his wings around himself out of shame.

"You picked me up in the woods 'cause you're a pervert, huh?" I popped off.

"I-I am not!"

"You were masturbating behind me while I was sleeping."

"That's not-"

"Do I look like an idiot? Don't answer that- You'll probably say yes." I quickly added while propping myself up on my elbow. "What happened to not even wanting me near you?"

"Go back to sleep."

"Do you have a human fetish?"

"No!" He snapped at me as he tensed even more. I felt a smirk pull at my lips. "Just go back to sleep."

"Why? So you can finish masturbating?"

"No."

"Fine." I laid down close to Byakuya's back and dropped my arm over his side.

"What are you doing?"

"It's even colder than earlier." I replied while having my chest flush against his back. He was still so tense and no doubt embarrassed. His feathers lying against my arm were also incredibly soft almost like silk.

I couldn't think of any other time a situation like this would happen, so I decided to take advantage of it.

There was a patch of skin on the back of his neck visible from his hair parting, and I brushed my lips against it. Byakuya's wings shivered, and I licked.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you what you want."

"I didn't say I wanted this." He muttered as my hand drifted down his torso without him stopping me.

"So, what? You clinging to me while touching yourself is just a coincidence?" I questioned as my fingers slowly drifted over his erection. His breath faltered, but he still didn't push my hand away. "You're so warm." My voice was low as I pushed even closer to his body and trailed my fingers closer to the tip of his cock.

Byakuya's hips bucked into my touch, and it was then that he grabbed my wrist. He took in a shaky breath and took a second to gather himself.

"I am nobility, human."

"So?"

"I can't do this."

"Why not?" I asked, and he sighed with frustration.

"As the head of my clan, I cannot risk a bastard tarnishing my name." His words made my eyebrows raise. "I know what you are, human. I can smell it."

"There are other things we can do, then." I licked the back of his neck again, and his breath faltered. "I can still help you with this." My finger traced along the shaft of his cock, making his wings shiver. Sliding one of my knees between his legs, I felt his grip on my wrist tighten.

"What....What do you propose?"

"Just touching. You won't have to worry about any bastard then."

"Why would you want to do such a thing?"

"Because you're helping me, and I'd like to show my gratitude. You're also a very beautiful man, Byakuya." My tone was close to a purr, and when I said his name, he pressed my hand against himself.

I stroked his dick through his clothes, and he slowly started to relax. His hips began to gently rock into my hand as I kissed his neck after sweeping his long hair out of the way. Byakuya grunted when my fingers went over the tip of his cock.

He then rolled over with his wings out of the way to hold me as he ground his hips into my hand. His hand was in a tight fist as he held the back of my yukata, and I kissed just beneath his jaw. He swallowed before leaning his head back to give me better access to his throat.

Byakuya had been so blunt and cold earlier, I never would've expected this to happen. Kissing down the side of his neck, I slipped my hand inside his yukata and found that he didn't have any underwear on. Byakuya's breath wavered as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

"You smell so good...." He spoke barely above a whisper, and I smiled against his neck.

"Is that why you couldn't keep from touching yourself?"

"Yes." Byakuya's throat bobbed from him swallowing. His hips bucked as he grunted.

"You can touch me." I muttered, and he gently grabbed the front of my yukata to pull it off my shoulder. His lips brushed down the side of my neck as his warm breath fanned over my skin. Byakuya trailed his hand down my side while kissing my shoulder delicately.

He found the knot of my belt and untied it before sliding the fabric back to expose more of my chest and torso. His warm palm was against my bare skin and pushed lower to grab my hip. I stopped stroking to undo his belt as well, and Byakuya pulled away from my neck to look down at my body.

He said nothing while running his hand down my hip and thigh. Byakuya grabbed the back of my knee to pull my leg over his before his fingers trailed up my inner thigh with a feather-light touch.

"How do you have so few scars?"

"I'm good at my job." I replied while opening the front of his yukata to see that he was toned and lean. "I thought nobles lazed about all day having others do things for them." My hand went down his abs, and his wings twitched.

"Don't compare me to mortal nobles. I'm a warrior still." Byakuya's hand hesitated at the apex of my thighs before touching me. His fingers slid against me from the wetness that had accumulated, and he closed his eyes for a second while letting out a slow breath.

My hand reached the base of his cock as his fingers pushed between my lips. Byakuya's fingertips gathered up slick as they stroked back and forth. When he finally pressed against my clit, I softly moaned.

"You sound sweeter than I imagined." Byakuya muttered into my skin as his lips brushed up the side of my neck. He kissed just beneath my jaw while rubbing circles over my clit, and my hips bucked when he added pressure.

Stroking his cock made him grunt near my ear. He was so hot and hard against my palm, and my thumb swiped over the tip, smearing precum across the head. Byakuya groaned before nipping my ear with his surprisingly sharp teeth.

His fingers slid back and pushed inside. I moaned since he had already started curling his two fingers. There was something about Byakuya as if he craved to touch and to be touched. His hesitations were gone as his face was now right in front of mine.

Our noses touched before his lips ghosted across mine. Byakuya slightly tilted his head and kissed me. His soft lips only intensified the pleasure as sparks danced across my skin. As he kissed me, his other hand slid into my hair to cradle the back of my head.

He leaned forward, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid into my mouth and the butt of his palm pressed against my clit. I moaned, and Byakuya devoured the sound. I nearly forgot to keep stroking his cock had it not been for the buck of his hips.

Wet sounds mixed with moans and panting filled the room with the occasional rustle of Byakuya's wings. His tongue caressed mine with a gentle hunger that made me feel weak. My hips rocked with his hand, and he pulled away from the kiss with a bridge of saliva stretching between our mouths.

"More." Byakuya muttered.

"What?"

"More." He pushed me back while moving on top of me with his wings spread and stretching across the room. Byakuya was panting as his long hair spilled over his shoulders. He had a predatory gaze, and his cock was leaking more precum.

His hips lowered toward mine, trapping his cock between his pelvis and my pussy. He faltered from feeling the heat and wetness against him. Byakuya ground his hips into mine, rubbing his shaft against my clit.

Draping my legs over his hips provided a better angle, and he moaned as his wings twitched. It took what little self-control I had left to not flip him onto his back and start fucking him. He was just so gorgeous, and I was throbbing as each sound he made went straight to my core.

Reaching up to cup his face in my hands, I guided him down into a kiss. He pressed his body against mine while still rutting and grunting from the wet friction against his cock. Byakuya found a steady rhythm that felt good for both of us, and my fingers slid into his soft hair.

"Go a little harder." I panted, and he obliged, making me moan.

"You're a hunter yet allow me to do this?" Byakuya muttered while looking at me through half-opened eyes.

"I told you, I only go after the ones terrorizing villages."

"Would you come for me even if I didn't accost villagers?"

"Why? Would you like to see me again?" I smirked, and he groaned.

"Yes."

"I think that's just your dick talking."

"I don't care." Byakuya panted while shaking his head. "You don't know how long it's been since I've been touched." He grunted and kept grinding his cock between my wet lips. "Nobility bullshit." His cursing took me by surprise, and I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip.

"We're breaking rules, aren't we?"

"Many."

"Oh? Mr. Proper really is a bad little birdie." I smirked as his wings flapped when he groaned.

"I....am a noble."

"And look at what you're doing with a human." I had a teasing tone while playing with his top lip with my thumb. Seeing his sharp teeth, I heard a sound akin to a growl coming from his chest. Byakuya licked the pad of my thumb before gently nipping. "I wouldn't mind helping you relieve stress, Byakuya." I purred his name, and he shuddered.

"You're more dangerous than I had expected."

"You know....if you can find contraceptive tomorrow- Ngh~!- you can actually fuck me." I said, and Byakuya's hips bucked.

"I'll let the house now I'll be educating you in our etiquette in the morning."

"That eager?"

"I can feel how hot....and wet you are. It's so hard to not just push inside." Byakuya groaned as his wings shivered. "I want to listen to you really moan."

"I can't wait." My response made him smirk, and I was melting beneath him. The way his lips curled upward and his eyes were so full of lust as his cock rubbed against my clit made my heart flutter.

I could get used to being Byakuya's secret fuck.

There would definitely be perks that came with it too. A hot bath, a warm bed, and good sex.

"Pull my hair, birdie." Byakuya did as told, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling to make my head tilt back. I moaned, and his mouth latched onto my neck. We were chest to chest as he kissed and licked my throat.

My toes curled as my back arched with my thighs squeezing his sides. Byakuya was clinging to me as he rutted and groaned. Even his wings couldn't stay still as they began to twitch and shudder more.

He was finally getting close and pulled away as his wings were slightly flapping. His hands gripped the futon beneath me, and he was groaning with his mouth wide open. Byakuya looked divine as he came, cock twitching and spurting cum all over my stomach. He kept thrusting until the last drop dribbled down the head of his dick.

Byakuya barely moved as he was panting just to shove his fingers into my pussy. I jolted and moaned, and he was pumping and curling his fingers with the sole purpose of making me cum. When his thumb pressed against my clit and rubbed in circles, I shuddered and came around his fingers.

He had me ride out the waves of my orgasm while prolonging it as long as possible. As I was trying to catch my breath and feeling utter bliss, Byakuya was looking down at me.

"Dangerous, indeed." He muttered before leaning down to lick some of the cum off my stomach while making eye contact. I smirked and brushed my fingers through his hair to get it out of the way as I watched him clean his mess.

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nightmaretist · 9 months

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TIMING: Backdated to when Metzli was away PARTIES: Leila @amonstrousdream & Inge @nightmaretist LOCATION: Karl Johansson's bedroom SUMMARY: Leila is about to have a lovely meal when suddenly another mare appears! The two have a bit of an awkward moment before deciding to feed together, which Leila didn't know was even a thing. Sometimes the younger grandma teaches the older grandma things. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

Well, this was awkward.

Inge had just projected herself into the bedroom of her newest intended victim, a man who had grated her so very much upon their initial meeting that she’d made careful work of figuring out where he lived. Karl Johansson deserved a good scare, that much was clear — he was a rude person, a sexist pig and had a handlebar mustache that simply belonged in a time period long gone. She didn’t often consider these things when picking her meals, but every now and then she found herself enjoying her meals even more if she could feel righteous about them.

So here she was, arriving right on time for her meal, but finding that there was already someone in the room. Someone who did not appear to be a lover by the way she was standing near his bed. She cleared her throat, softly, and when Ingeborg’s eyes met the other, red met red in the dark. This hadn’t happened to her in at least twenty years.

A finger lifted to her lips, hands then rising in surrender. Whether this was a vampire or someone like her, she wasn’t entirely sure. Either way, she was going to be a bit annoyed if she couldn’t get her feeding of the night done. Sure, she could just plop into the house one over and improvise, but she had prepped for this! Her voice was a whisper, “Well, one of us is gonna have to change.” It was an idiotic statement, but Inge wasn’t sure what to say. If there was mare etiquette, she cared little to follow it anyway.

Sometimes, being a nightmare was a good way to exact a bit of vengeance without ever being found out for it. Take Karl Johannson, for example. Perhaps it was just something with people with K names in Wicked’s Rest- Karl, Kurt, hell, Leila had even found several Karens that were, to put it politely, absolutely terrible. Though the ‘Karen’ name seemed to also be a title bestowed on people with entitlement and terrible manners…

Karl Johansson had made the grade with sexist remarks and other such misdeeds. He reminded her a bit of… well… no, she didn’t even want to think it. It didn’t matter if he acted like him, it only mattered that he acted horribly. No one so horrible deserved such a sweet night’s sleep… And so, Leila moved through the astral, following the sticky sweet scent of dreams until she found just the right one.

Just as she was about to start her meal and watch as the old man’s dreams turned to ash, Leila saw a pair of red eyes appear out of nowhere just across the room from her. Vampire? Mare? Who was she looking at here…? She watched as the woman raised a finger towards her lips, as if she were a silly child who needed shushing. She wasn’t about to wake up a perfectly terrible meal… “Change? What are you talking about- I’ve got a nightmare to give… What are you, blood or dreams?”

Sometimes she found herself longing for some kind of community with her fellow mares, but it seemed so hard to come across one another. Especially with hunters often hot on her heels, Inge found little room to mingle with others like her. But it had been glorious, to spread fear with Sanne in tow, to use their astral projection skills to their advantage to nick some small trinkets from their victims, to make the world feel like nothing but a playground. It had been the very opposite of lonely, which was a feeling she now felt more than she liked to admit.

And yet there was a tenseness in this room, wasn’t there? She looked at the other, thought she recognized her from around town – a local, like her, that was funny – and reached out her hand towards Karl. She wanted the man to stay asleep, lest he ruin this potentially fruitful interaction. “Never mind.” Her comment had been nonsensical and to explain it would make Inge feel very, very lame. “Dreams. Or, well — nightmares. Kind of awkward, this, hm? I was going to give Karl the night of his life myself, after all.”

Wicked’s Rest was proving to be the most nightmare-ridden place Leila had ever lived in. Crimson eyes burned through the darkness, scanning the other woman over before the mare finally relaxed. It wasn’t like a slayer could pretend to be a nightmare… She let go of a small sigh of relief as she moved closer to the woman, eyes flicking back to the snoring-like-a-freight-train Karl. “The same here… Nightmares.”

But… the woman knew Karl? Her curiosity was piqued, to say the least. “And how do you know this… fine specimen of humanity?” Sarcasm dripped from her whispered words as Karl let out a horrendously loud snort in his sleep. “Because, funnily enough, I was going to give him a night to remember as well… He’s earned as much with his behavior…”

Another mare. Inge’s eyes widened, more red showing, her lips spreading into a wide smile. She continued her contact with Karl to keep him asleep, but extended a hand. “Well, hey, nice to meet you. I’m Inge. And you are?,” she asked, speaking a little louder than before. She had half a mind to forget all about this human and suggest the two of them remeet in a different spot.

“Oh, I had a horrid introduction to this one the other day. In line at the bank, he was just loud and obnoxious, spouting all this nonsense. Old-school rhetoric, you know? A real backwards man.” How dull! It was 2023, for Christ’s sakes, couldn’t people come up with something new to be obnoxious about? She took in the other’s words, wondered if that was how she’d picked out her meal for the night. “So you pick out the bad guys, or …?” She glanced at Karl. “Is he one of your usuals? ‘Cause then I’ll back off.”

Karl was safe in his slumbers, trapped there by the other mare’s- Inge’s- touch. Leila sighed in relief, reaching out to shake the other mare’s hand. “Leila. Nice to meet you too… I’m sorry for the tense… intro-” A wave of hunger crashed over the mare as the sticky sweet smell of Karl’s Johansson’s sleeping thoughts rolled into her. She couldn’t quite remember the last time she’d fed. If she was being honest, she hadn’t been quite good about remembering since Metzli left. As soon as it hit it was over, Leila’s smile returning to her face.

“No, not a usual. I don’t do usuals.” It was true enough. In all her time in Wicked’s Rest, she’d avoided feeding on the same person twice. It couldn’t last- Leila was sure of it. But for now… for now, it could. “No, I’m here for the same reason as you. I had the misfortune of him coming into my shop and witnessing his horrendous behavior… and so I’m here. Consider it a bit of Dickensian Intervention. Or a scared straight program done by the undead.”

Inge let out a soft noise of amusement, waved away the apology, “No need to apologize. It’s all on me, I’m the one who arrived second.” There didn’t seem to be a thing such as mare etiquette, but first-come-first-serve was a social rule that seemed to apply in many areas of life. Maybe that could be the case here too. She had the feeling if she was to fight the other over it, though, she could possibly win.

Especially as the other referenced Dickens. “The mare of Christmas’ past?” She chuckled. So she was a righteous one after all! Inge couldn’t relate, but she supposed it was a good way to go about it for those more morally compromised than herself. “Well, how should we resolve this, hm? I’m still somewhat satiated from last night, but I had looked forward to have something of a snack. Do you want to go in together?” Oh, that had been long ago. She thought of Sanne, she and her terrorizing people together. “I’m down to share a meal. How hungry are ya?”

The Mare of Christmas’ Past… She had to admit, it was catchy. Somewhere in her possessions, she had a well loved and nearly falling apart first edition. Leila had come to the conclusion that if Dickens had written from experience, then a mare definitely had to be behind it. “I suppose so. It makes me feel less guilty when I need a big meal- speaking of,”

Red eyes flicked back to the too-soundly sleeping form of Karl. She could feel her whole body roar with the pain of hunger as he slept on, blissfully unaware of what was coming. “I’m starving- it’s been a bit of a time, but-” Could mares share meals? It was news to Leila, but she’d never had someone to share a nightmare with, so how could she know any better. “I didn’t know m- we could share dreams. I’d be happy to share. Lord knows he needs a good scare.”

Inge was quickly beginning to understand that she and this mare were fundamentally different. It was sad, she thought, when people like them couldn’t or wouldn’t embrace their nature. “Why are you so hungry? Do you not feast enough?” How sad! She never let herself go hungry, getting herself a snack near-daily (or nightly to be more precise). And guilt, well … that only existed in the most deeply buried parts of her, and certainly didn’t pertain to her sleepers.

“Oh, that’s a pity. Are you new?” She did seem young. Inge couldn’t imagine being a hardened mare who dealt with things like grief or hunger. She got up, approached the other, extended her hand with the intention of taking the other’s. Sanne and her had done this so often, transferring their previous meals. Not even because they were hungry, but because there was something caring about it. “May I? I’ll show you. And we can go into his dreams together afterwards. I like to see other mares at work.”

Feast was a strange word. She had feasted once- only once. That first night, before Leila knew what death had done and transformed her into, she had sampled as many dreams as she could. Fear had been a delicacy she had never known, sweet on her tongue and heady to her senses. But the red eyes that stared her down in the mirror put a stop to that. Disgust and loathing made hunger a common friend. Metzli had made her feel less monstrous. Less revolting to herself. Feeding was a necessity to continue her existence. But now, she wasn’t sure she cared. They were gone. She was hungry. And hunger made her an ugly thing. C'est la non-vie.

“No. Not new…” It felt ridiculous, rolling off her tongue. She wasn’t new by any stretch of the imagination- not after nearly two hundred years of un-life. “I didn’t have anyone to teach me.” The admission felt like one of defeat. But the other mare seemed excited at the prospect of teaching… Leila mustered a weak smile. “Please? I’d like to know how…”

Abstention had ruled her life, when she had been a mortal. That Christian soberness forbade Inge and all those around them from getting too greedy, living a life of soberness except for a few dates reserved for celebration. Maybe that was why she indulged so much in her unlife. She had no interest in putting limits on herself and her needs, becoming a glutton of fear and any other instinct that required feeding. She could not imagine living any other way, especially if life was to be forever.

But the other wasn’t new, which meant she was restrictive. She was still inexperienced, it seemed. Inge thought of Ariadne, whose creator had abandoned her. How unconventional Sanne had been, then, to stick around the way she had. How she missed her. “I did,” she said. “She taught me all.” She took the other’s hand, pressing her palm against the mare’s wrist. Fear was just another source of energy, and she moved the fear she’d consumed the night before to her finger tips and then onto the other. Eyes slightly closed with focus, the energy leaving her body but entering the other — it was not dissimilar to putting humans to sleep with ones fingers. Inge opened her eyes and looked at the other. “Did you feel it?”

Life. It felt like life.

The woman held her hand, and it felt as though she had become a live wire. As the energy flowed into Leila, the stabbing pain of hunger dissipated. Like snow melting under the spring sun. Her eyes shot open, wide, full of a vitality she hadn’t known in quite some time.

“I felt it!” She had to keep herself from speaking too loud, the excitement of it all entirely overwhelming. Learning. Learning about herself. It was something she had only ever been able to do alone. But now, here was this stranger, this other mare, teaching her how to be. Leila forced her voice into a whisper, hands flexing at her sides to get rid of the excited energy somehow. Karl needed to stay asleep. Yes, there was no more hunger, no more pain. But now there was a task at hand: scaring the ever-loving-hell out of a man who was, as the children put it, ‘the worst’.

“So… a nightmare for two?”

It had to be more glorious for the other as it was to her, as she was on the receiving end and Inge the mere giver. It was good, then, that she tended to feed near-nightly, even if some nights it was only a small snack — and that giving her some of her previous feeding would not starve her. Inge didn’t go hungry any more, not only out of hedonist tendency but because any ache that felt like starvation brought up bad memories.

She smiled at the other, glad to have taught a fellow mare something. “Good,” Inge said, flexing her fingers as well. The other’s excitement was infectious and she nodded. “A nightmare for two. You can take the lead, if you want.” She didn’t mind watching, and besides, the other had been here first.

Still, she moved down to crouch next to Karl, resting one knee on the ground and pressing two fingers against the man’s exposed calf. Her red eyes looked at Leila. “Just go in as usual. I’ll follow.”

Is this what it would have been like? Leila couldn’t help but wonder as she perched on the foot of the bed. Would this what she would have had two hundred years ago if whoever had made her hadn’t vanished long before the corpse of a girl had awoken into something new? Learning from another, gentle guidance in a world she didn’t know? Would she have learned to hate herself a little less?

She pushed the questions out of her mind. Now wasn’t the time for hypothetical dream worlds. There were real dreams to take care of- namely, those of a mortal whose behavior had deemed him worthy of some terrible dreams to, hopefully, set him straight.

One breath, two. Red eyes closed tight and Leila let herself fall into that place between the waking world and the silence of a dreamless sleep. As easy as falling asleep. Karl Johansson’s saccharine dreams would be stolen away by not one nightmare, but two.

Despite herself, Leila couldn’t help but grin.

#the mares of christmas past.#leila.#threads.

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cobalt-knave · 1 year

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How to Write Optional Details in Fic/Fanwork Exchanges

Fic/Fanwork exchanges on Archive Of Our Own generally include a FAQ section that explains the general rules per exchange, but it can be hard for folks new to exchanges to pick up the nuances / etiquette of them. So, I wanted to make a quick post to talk about optional details.

What are optional details?

When making a request in an exchange, you will have the option to add optional details in addition to tags (fandom, relationships and/or characters, additional tags). This is where you can put prompts, general likes, and Do Not Wants.

What are Do Not Wants?

Do Not Wants are the most important part of the optional details. They are the only element that your writer must abide by. These are whatever you really don’t want in the fic you receive.

How do you write Do Not Wants?

DNWs should be written clearly and in a nonjudgemental way.

Good example 1: “DNWs: animal cruelty/death, rape/noncon/dubcon, incest, non-canonical major character death, mundane AUs, public humiliation, xReader fic, ”

- This states specifically what tropes and warnings you don’t want without any additional fluff.

Bad example 1: “DNWs: gross sex, anything that triggers my squicks, anything that glorifies cruelty, incest because it’s disgusting”

- This is incredibly vague and judgemental.

Bad example 2: “DNWs: anything other than a coffee shop AU with Character A/Character B where Character B is a business executive who wakes up earlier than he should”

- This attempts to use DNWs to force their writer to write one specific story. This is bad sportsmanship (the idea behind exchanges is that both people are happy, not that you are commissioning a specific story). It is also against general exchange rules (generally this is explicit in the rules, but it might not be written down).

How do you write the rest of the optional details?

Here is where you can include general likes, smut likes, and/or prompts. Your writer is not required to abide by anything but the DNWs, but they may take inspiration from your prompts and likes when writing. You don’t have to include anything other than your DNWs, if you don’t want to.

Good example 1: “Likes: angst, hurt comfort, hurt no comfort, crossdressing and gender nonconformity, platonic relationships, non-linear narratives, first person POV, Trans Character A”

- Tropes, formats, subject matter, etc that you enjoy, which can be general and/or fandom specific.

Good example 2: “Prompts: Character A & Character B has great potential for angst. What would happen if they were together during [angsty event in canon]? How would Character B have reacted if [canon divergence]? I would have loved to see Character B survive and finally get to talk things through with Character A. But I would be happy with anything with these two! Go wild, mystery author!”

- Gives ideas, asks questions, still leaves the author to write what they want.

Bad example 1: “I don’t even like this fandom idk why I’m even requesting it. the writing is terrible. Just give me Character A and Character B making out. Nothing else is even worth it in this fandom.”

- Don’t insult the fandom or your writer. If you don’t like it, don’t request it.

Bad example 2: “Alright. So. Here we go. The word "Earth" comes from Old English. Old English, as a phrase, has two words: Old and English. Those words combined into one word makes Oldenglish. That is 10 letters. The number 10 has two numerals. Two multiplied by 333 is 666. 666 is the Devil. The Devil lives in hell. Hell is hot, according to Dante's portrayal of hell. Hot is associated with being attractive. Being attractive is socially acceptable. The opposite of socially acceptable is not socially acceptable. It is not socially acceptable to litter in your neighbor's driveway. Driveway and parkway sound similar. Parkway has the word "Park" in it. The word Park has the letter P. P is associated with Phosphorus. Phosphorus is flammable. Flames are associated with gas. Gas comes from farts. Farts have methane, which is a greenhouse gas. Greenhouse gases cause climate change. Climate change has the word climate. Climate is reported by the News. The News broadcasts. Broadcasting goes worldwide. The United States is part of the world. The United States was in the cold war. Freezers are cold. Dinosaur shaped nuggets go into a freezer, as they need to be kept cold.Conclusion: Earth=Dino nuggets“

- This is takes from a REAL REQUEST from a REAL EXCHANGE. It has nothing to do with the exchange, nothing to do with the request. Keep your optional details relevant to your request and the exchange. Save this stuff for your tumblr posts. It has no place here.

Bad example 3: “This is unrelated to the exchange, but here’s a youtube link [unrelated youtube link].”

- Keep your optional details relevant to the exchange.

I hope this helped a bit if you are getting into exchanges!

#archive of our own #fic exchange #faqs #fandom psa

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namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou · 2 years

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Effortful Fashion

Inspiration gripped me, and here we go with the first request! @jelliclekay, here is some fluffy Tuggerlurina for you! I hope you enjoy! As always, all my love to everyone who reads/likes/reblogs! ♥

Bombalurina frowned deeply enough to cast a metaphorical shadow over the junkyard.

There were many things that she could accept, but the Rum Tum Tugger being more fashionable than her? Now that was too much to bear.

With an elegant leap and a furious, very unelegant and noisy landing, she was at his side, enviously staring at the hot pink claw caps on her lover’s front paws.

Tugger jumped in surprise at her appearance and quickly followed her eyes, a smirk building and building until the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

“That’s not fair,” Bombalurina complained, mournfully staring at her own, perfectly ordinary claws. “What does a queen have to do to get such an alluring accessory?”

Tugger’s grin widened even further and he brushed a paw through his mane. “I shall give you a step-by-step manual.”

Bombalurina growled a little, but when he sat and offered his lap as lounge spot, she didn’t even think to hesitate, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving him her most smoldering look. The way his whiskers trembled subtly (but not subtly enough) told her that it had had its intended effect.

She could see Cassandra approaching from the corner of her eyes, also very interested in the ways and means of acquiring these desired ornaments.

“Firstly,” Tugger purred, raking a claw-capped paw along Bombalurina’s thigh, “make sure that your family’s new curtains are very expensive by trial and error.”

“By stealing them?” little Mungojerrie piped up, who had sneaked into their little group without anyone noticing.

Tugger brushed at his mane, ears flicking with irritation about being interrupted. “No, no. Just scratch at them a little, or bite, whatever you prefer. Make sure that they see you when you do it.”

The gathered cats leaned in, listening intently.

“Pay very close attention to their reactions. They will always try to stop you, by the way, no matter how expensive the curtains are, that’s just what humans do. However, I have made the experience that they will be up to one-hundred-and-fifteen percent faster to pick you up or chase you with a broom when the curtains are very new and very, very expensive.”

Cassandra snickered at the percentage. “Did you ask Jenny to calculate that for you?”

“Maybe. The point is, there may be more expensive curtains in the public rooms of a human’s house than in their bedrooms. I couldn’t tell you why, I’d certainly put the beautiful stuff into my own den so I can admire it in peace and quiet, but well, humans are humans. They have other etiquette than we do.”

The last part was mostly addressed to Mungojerrie (and Rumpleteazer, who had joined them not long after), who, albeit having been adopted by a rich human family, still rather spent their time in the nursery at the junkyard. (As they were still kittens and missed their mother, nobody scolded them for worrying their human family, even though it had taken the adult cats a long time and careful consideration to choose one that was capable of taking them in.)

“Now,” Tugger continued, “once you have located the most expensive set of curtains in the house, it is time for the last step.”

The tiger-striped kittens wiggled with excitement, and Cassandra emitted a rapturous mew, which was met with amusement from the entangled pair of lovers. She groomed her forepaws with mild shame, but she was far too sovereign to be embarrassed for very long.

“You stalk the curtains – be sure that the humans are nearby, but not in the same room – you stalk them, you search for a high place to jump off of, and then… you strike!!”

The gathered cats imagined slashing their claws through the curtain from top to bottom and purred.

Tugger thought back on himself screeching and thrashing, claws helplessly entangled in the lace, and wrinkled his nose. Very unsexy.

“Take care of yourselves, mind,” he said into Mungojerrie’s and Rumpleteazer’s direction, “some humans might rather want to declaw you than glue these pretty little trinkets on. You know your humans best, choose wisely.”

The kittens nodded seriously, ears pressed to their heads.

“Alright, off you go,” Cassandra told them importantly, “you have a mission to fulfil.”

Both pairs of black ears stood upright immediately, and they cartwheeled off the bucket they had sat on and dashed away to say goodbye to their mother and ask for an escort back to their human family.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Cassandra raised her hackles and turned to stare at Tugger, outrage blazing in her eyes.

Bombalurina blinked and nonchalantly groomed her ears, still comfortably seated on her tom’s lap.

“They stick them on your claws with glue?” Cassandra asked appalled, shuddering with horror. “I think I’ll pass. No thank you!”

With that, she was off, searching for a sunny place to lounge and look aloof and alluring, probably hoping to attract the attention of a certain black and white tomcat.

Bombalurina snorted. “She will keep her paws clean until the end of time itself. It’s almost admirable.”

Tugger raked his claws over her thigh again and buried his nose in the thick auburn fur at the nape of her neck. “Ah, everyone has their vices.”

She turned back to him, unsheathing her terribly ordinary claws and brushing through his mane. “Very true,” she purred, voice deepening even further when Tugger wrapped his arms around her and held her tight for a few moments.

“And now how do I deserve being outshone by the clutziest tomcat of the Jellicles?” she teased him, pulling one of his paws away from around her waist to admire the claw caps. Everlasting, they even sparkled.

“There, there,” Tugger huffed, pulling back from nosing through her fur and pushing down his mane so he could look her in the eye unobstructedly while she still sat on his lap, “no need to mourn what never was.”

“The audacity!”

A guffaw. “I didn’t mean it, honest!”

Bombalurina pressed a paw to her chest and the other to her forehead, feinting a dramatic faint. “From my tom, no less! The betrayal, the cruelty!”

Tugger nodded gravely, taking the paw on her chest and pressing his left cheek to her right one. “I am unreformable. Dyed-in-the-wool, even.”

“Irritating?”

“Most definitely.”

Bombalurina sat back up and wrapped both arms around his shoulders, lifting her tail to brush it along Tugger’s chin.

“Apologize or Demeter sleeps in my den tonight,” she threatened, not meaning it in the slightest.

Tugger knew that, but his face still turned sincere, and expression that was seldom seen on his handsome face. “Disregarding the claw caps, I haven’t had the privilege of being born with such a luxurious fire-red coat like yours. And even besides that, your beauty is incomparable.”

Bombalurina swallowed thickly. “You’ll make me cry,” she said, her voice a little hoarse.

“That won’t do. In what other curtains shall I get stuck for you to laugh at me again?”

“I knew it.”

“You did, didn’t you? Unreformable, as I said.”

She threw her head back and laughed.

“There we go.”

“You wonderful, dorky, clumsy tom. Sometimes I do wonder if you shut off your head as soon as you enter your human’s front door. You’re always oh so suave while you’re here...”

“No-one to impress and no-one to entice,” Tugger explained easily, batting at her tail with a sparkly, hot pink claw cap-adorned paw. “Just me and a pair of humans who’s exasperation grows every day. They might have gotten mad already if I didn’t leave to come here from time to time. It’s a very healthy balance, I assure you.”

“Evidently,” Bombalurina hummed, caressing his healthy, shining pelt with one paw. “You chose wisely. And then shut off your head.”

“I’m like a sea squirt.”

“A what?”

“A sea squirt. I search for a fitting home to stay, and then I digest my own brain,” Tugger said proudly.

Bombalurina grimaced. “That’s… I’m not sure if that’s a fitting comparison.”

Tugger shrugged. “Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Anyhow.”

He wrapped his arms around her again and she happily leaned into it, still drawing random patterns into his shiny coat with her perfectly ordinary, beautiful claws, surrounded by breathtaking auburn fur.

“Tell me this: what kind of curtains do your humans have hanging in their living room, my love?”

Yes, I normally headcanon Jerrie and Teazer to be kittens, and yes, that part about sea squirts is true. I love sea creatures. Also, I base most of my Cats stories in a vague time around the 1920s-1930s, so this is an outlier and shall not be counted XD Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ♥

#cats the musical #bombalurina #rum tum tugger #tuggerlurina #namethat-i writes #catsiversary: the sequel

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serpentarii · 1 year

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do you have any advice for growing your writeblr?

i don't know how qualified i am to answer this, but here are some of the most helpful things i've learned over the past 3+ years of being on writeblr 🫡

engage with other writeblrs

if you see someone rb an ask game, send an ask ! if you see a tag game with an open tag, do it ! if you see a post actively asking for wips like yours, rb it ! it might seem a little hard to put yourself out there at first, but when people are offering a chance at engagement you should take it. if you find yourself drawn to certain people (and maybe even become mutuals 😳) ask them if they'd like to become critique partners or even just a friend to bounce ideas off of in the dms. if that still seems a too extreme, here is loml maddie @veneritia's posts on starting your writeblr & writeblr etiquette, as well as hottie @helioselene's crash course for navigating writeblr.

post consistently

by my standards that could mean bimonthly (twice a month or once every other month) but yes, consistent content for consistent projects is the place to start. even if i'm working on multiple projects simultaneously, i only ever post about 1-2 at a time to keep things less confusing. it's also generally a green flag to your taglist that the thing they are interested in is being actively worked on.

post quality

"it's writeblr, not graphicblr" iykyk 😮‍💨 i'm not saying you have to immediately learn graphic design, digital art, etc. in fact, when i started out, i literally had no idea how to make any fancy graphics. a good moodboard can do just as much, but imho presentation matters. there can be a bit of a learning curve though, so i'll link some of the free resources i use:

photopea - it's like photoshop but on desktop

canva - has a bunch of free assets, fonts, & templates without watermarks. very beginner friendly 💞

unsplash - high quality, free-to-use photos

dafont - tons of free fonts

psds - i've linked @cavalierfou's resource navigation page, since they have a lot of free, beginner friendly templates to help you get started !

but quality content isn't all smoke and mirrors. make sure it has substance to it as well. if i post a last line tag, i am not going to ping my entire taglist just so they can look at three out-of-context lines. if i make a character moodboard on a whim, i'll be sure to add a relevant, decently-sized piece of writing/information to go with it. not every post has to be a party, but it's super important to not abuse your taglist 😤

make friends !!!

yeah ik, my intp ass hates having to say this, but it's really the most important point on this list. join discord servers ! join @welcometowriteblr ! (#notspons) slide into those dms (respectfully) ! it can be hard, it can take time, it can even seem impossible, but having a creative, supportive, & super hot friend group to hype and get hyped by really makes all the difference.

aight, that's all i've got for now. best of luck to you anon 🪄

#soz for using so many emojis but they look rlly cute on my browser LMAO #m.ask

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diablescharmants · 1 year

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❝You’re so hot.❞ // Also cana 2 Frreeeeed 👀

@soulbiinding

Freed had never been one to abstain lending a hand with things even if it meant DIRTY and possibly exhausting work although it was easy for people who didn't know him to falsely assume otherwise, judging by the proper attitude and choice of garments he displayed most of the time. Perhaps his upbringing played a huge part in this mindset; the fact that he did grow up in a wealthy household (just to be exiled at a later point in time) and practically had nothing he had to take care of himself because of servants simultaneously meant that he had lots of and absolutely no freedom at all. It had never sat right with him, this way of life and the etiquettes around it.

Thus, there had been no hesitation from him when asked if he could help with the preparations for the upcoming summer festival. There was but a single catch; traditionally the preparations had to be taken care of WITHOUT the use of magic and that meant that many of the tasks became more inconvenient. Well, more inconvenient for the one taking care of them, at least. Because s o m e o n e e l s e seemed to have a very good time watching him right now.

Strands of his bangs were stuck to his face and Freed wiped beads off sweat off his forehead. The warm whether didn't exactly help with the sweating but he'd endured worse. Hot weather was far from something he was not able to handle. He'd just paused, leaning on the axe that was stuck in the tree stump yet to be cut so it could serve as firewood for the huge summer bonfire tomorrow when Cana's comment reached his ears.

Immediately the Raijinshuu's captain turned his head towards his girlfriend and briefly noted the water bottles in her hand before he tended to the more important matter in hand. He realized that he would make for a quite cliché scenario right now (with his sleeveless shirt, the axe in grip and sweaty skin) but it was effective and what could he say? He was a fan of EFFICIENCY, so he was more than willing to go with this.

Leaving the axe where it was stuck, Freed made his way over towards Cana and came to a halt so there were only mere inches left between their bodies. "I must agree, the weather is quite warm," he teased while simultaneously stealing one of the water bottles out of her grasp, gently, fingers touching. "Thank you for bringing these, I do not wish for either of us to o v e r h e a t ." The stereotype of situation would become immaculate if he was completely shirtless and to drink and spill drops of water on his skin. The thought did amuse him for a moment. That was not the route he wanted to take, however.

Instead he gave her an all-knowing smirk and a short once-over before locking eyes with her again. He could work with his facial expression and build some TENSION. A lowered vox was appropriate as well.

"Do you want to lend me a hand or would you prefer to keep watching? Because you seem to enjoy yourself doing so." And he'd be fine with both. If she wanted to help then they would be done quicker and could possibly attend to o t h e r m a t t e r s and if she wanted to watch… W e l l , he was not opposed to playing with the situation and the outfit he was wearing for the activity; most of the time his well-toned arms were hidden beneath a layer of clothing and he knew that Cana loved his pony-tail look. Who was he to deny her any of this?

Ah and again, a proof that not shying away from work

did have its BENEFITS FOR EVERYONE.

#soulbiinding #{ ic ask }#{ interactions: freed }#the intrusive thought was there and this actually works #FEAST WELL CANA skwlqdjqfewg

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@decepit said ; 🐲🐻🦝🐙 frederick! / 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬; 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞!

🐲 ― Is your muse hot-headed? Do they have a short-temper? If so, what are some signs that they're getting to the boiling point.

Quite so; Because Frederick was born into the prestigious Kreiburg family and was a future promise in the world of music, he came to the world surrounded by constant attention, fame, and money; so everything that he asked for from a young age was granted to him. Because of this, Frederick didn't get to face other aspects of his personality because he didn't need to, at least, not until the time when his relatives stopped supporting him and noticed that he wasn't the aspiring musical prodigy that he was expected to be. As he moved to Paris, Frederick abruptly noticed how this life he was used to had begun to crumble into pieces; a little too quickly. To the uncertainty of his future, frustration was added; the frustration that no matter how much he actually practiced, nothing was meeting the expectations.

Lacking all of the comforts to which he had been given so naturally + the frustration he felt towards himself, all contributed to his temper altering. The current Frederick looks calm, however, he maintains a rather unstable temperament, which he either disguises very well to maintain an elegant etiquette or makes it very noticeable; in a pretty and petty obvious way. Not through violence but through exasperation. sighs or dry short responses, rolling of eyes, ignoring others; these are some ways in which he will be letting you aware that have touched the fine strings that maintain his temperament. Now, what things make you get to this point with him? Talking to him about his family, definitely. And music too; it's something extremely important and at the same time, equally as frustrating. Apart from this, someone invading his personal space, if you stare at him too much, jokes, small talk, lack of 'good taste', people who are naturally talented (out of jealousy and resentment), clumsy people, overly loud people, drumming fingers against surfaces, tapping of feet against the ground, the list goes on and on. In conclusion, it's easy to get on Frederick's nerves.

🐻 ― What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all?

It's not really a strange thing but he moves a lot in bed out of anxiety, to this he also has a routine he follows almost like a clock before going to bed and adding to the last point, if this routine is interrupted, he might get annoyed. Despite all of this preparation he does before going to bed, it takes him quite some time to get sleepy. He just can't stop his mind from overthinking.

🦝 ― What things have your muse gotten away with? Do they get sneak away often?

Frederick can often get away with many things because of two main reasons; 1. He is a Kreiburg and 2. He is handsome. Those are two powerful tools he uses to his advantage as it is mentioned how it's thanks to his good looks that he is able to keep leading the people of high classes in Paris into believing that he is still prestigious, rich, and talented. It is pretty easy for him to switch into this rich elegant man persona.

🐙 ― Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic?

I'm not entirely sure because he's never really been in a relationship where he genuinely loved the other person so far. He's spent quite some time mingling around in order to distract himself from his own misery but in his current state, he's grown quite tired of this quick superficial sort of gratification so by the time he came back to his apartment after those big fancy parties, it just left him feeling more lonely and miserable. He is quite distant as a form of protecting himself but If he were to fall in love genuinely and this feeling was to be shared, he would enjoy genuine affection and attention much more than what he currently believes he would.

#headcanons #;headcanons #;f.rederick #in conclusion to all of this;; f.rederick currently feels too melancholic about a lot of things and #since he has no one to rely on genuinely; he carries his baggage in whatever way he can find #by being incredibly selective and distant as well as by putting on masks and play pretend of the man he used to be #i love my sopping wet miserable french man #THANK YEW SAPPH FORSENDING THIS INNNNN #/i'll make this postprettier when i figure out what graphics to do rip

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when reader is sick hc's p2

PART 2 IS FINISHED WHOO

here's a link to part 1 uwu

so i'm still brainrotting over this and i would like to date almost every character rn~ i probably won't add more to this unprompted but if anyone wants a part 2 just shoot me an ask! <3

tags: gn!reader, xiao x reader, zhongli x reader, ningguang x reader, beidou x reader, kazuha x reader, amber x reader, keqing x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader

xiao

this man is so awkward goodbye

he’s really popping into the kitchen of wangshu inn like mr. smiley yanxiao i need an order of almond tofu and uhh whatever the hell it is sick people eat

asks cloud retainer if there’s a medicinal thing she’s created and hey can you fix my s/o

meanwhile his s/o is like xiao- xiao- XIAO- it’s a COLD i’ll SURVIVE, stop leaving me to find solutions and just come cuddle

so xiao cuddles <3 he’ll read to his partner but it’s likely he’s also just sitting there in silence holding his s/o

he likes the companionship, doesn’t talk much. comfy silence all around

his partner probably falls asleep on him at some point but he’s okay with it

he probably watches his partner while they rest and he’s super frowny because he hates seeing them in pain :(

but also the gentle forehead kisses while his partner rests <3

he tells zhongli that he needs time to be with his s/o while they’re ill. he makes it sound like his partner is dying which is...overdramatic but also he just wants to dote on them and make sure they’re okay

he asks verr goldet what things a sick person might want while his partner rests and then he tries to kinda sorta subtly ask for help getting them

tries to dote on his partner subtly but he’s so grumpy all the time LOL

n e ways he gives his partner smooches and cuddles and that’s all that matters uwu

zhongli

he doesn’t even have to really say it to hu tao, she just knows he’s about to ask for a few days off. he does ask, ofc bc he’s following the protocols of social etiquette

he goes to his partner’s home or they’re in his for the entire time they’re sick

has a shopping list of foods for a sick person, also gets tea

has no mora to purchase anything on his shopping list so he hits up tartaglia LMAO

tartaglia comes w zhongli just to visit zhongli’s s/o

hu tao also comes to visit zhongli and co but he’s so wary of her because is she about to pull a prank- really she just brings him some tea he likes and wishes his s/o well <3 she probably sings to them too but it’s a little creepy if you listen to the lyrics LOL

this man is not reading his partner stories, they’re getting histories, pov morax. he knows so many little details that are lost in time but are kept safely in his memories

the man works out, tell me otherwise. he may choose his own body and he knows he has cake but the man works out and trains. he’s a god of WAR and he keeps himself in good shape. n e way he works out in the living room or backyard while his s/o is sick and he trains w just a shirt and pants and he’s so pretty aHEm i think my asthma is acting up again hang on

okay but muscles rippling and you can see it through the clothes that aren’t even that tight BUT BRO WHY ARE YOU GRUNTING SO MUCH PLEASE NO ONE ELSE DOES

would probably get his partner toys and such and one of them is a little dragon <3 give it smooches every day

he’s distracted when he answers hu tao or the adepti because he’s thinking ab his partner instead

ningguang

the frown on her face when she finds out PHEW

she takes her partner’s temperature with the back of her hand and she’s all frowny all day. ganyu is lowkey concerned bc what’s the matter with lady ningguang-

her partner stays in ningguang’s home and she’s working from home for a while <3 there are millelith guards and members of the qixing popping into her home office and even beidou once or twice. bei is also worried ab ning’s partner, but she’s doing the hearty slap on the back and the “get well soon!”

ningguang ordering food from wanmin and xiangling personally delivering it <3 xiangling and guoba are both showing up with some hot soup and guoba is there for cuddles pls he’s so cute

ningguang will read to her partner, probably tells them about her day and entertains small talk until they fall asleep

she cooks some of her qiankun mora meat and tries to make her partner soup <3 the millelith and the qixing have never seen their tianquan in a kitchen working before but she would only ever do it for the people she loves

keqing is in the corner quietly shipping while munching golden shrimp balls goodbye

i think ningguang respects ganyu too much to force her to run around for stuff but ganyu probably likes ning’s partner enough to do it anyway

ning and cuddles and temple kisses and she won’t give her partner smooches on the lips :( but she’s soft for them so they get cheek kisses and spooning them to sleep

beidou

she stays at her partner’s place while they’re sick because the crux might make them feel seasick instead

but she goes back and forth to the crux to get her things and take care of business and such. her crew probably loves her partner so they have things for bei to bring back <3

bei doesn’t even leave her partner’s town but she’s got sango pearls, cecilias, qingxin, cor lapis jewelry, dendrobiums (even though those are like. blood flowers. they’re pretty it’s fine) and many many fruits

xiangling comes by with food for bei and co and sticks around to hear beidou telling her partner stories about her time at sea

beidou is. she’s so buff okay. she carries her partner in and out of the room and to the living room or kitchen or brings everything to her partner and you can see how defined her muscles are bye i’m in love with her

we already know bei learned to cook a little bit from xiangling but beidou is absolutely learning to cook more while her partner is sick. xiangling is there giving her cooking lessons while beidou’s partner watches <3 bei with that look of concentration and she’s so quick with the knives too i’m- okay but her spoonfeeding her partner?? *chef’s kiss* ;)

beidou puts too much pepper in a dish and it deffo clears sinuses LMAO but she tried and it actually does taste very good if you can handle your spice 🤷‍♀️ i cannot so find me with a gallon of milk later

n e ways beidou cuddles her partner to sleep and falls asleep as soon as she knows they’re resting <3 many cuddles and many kisses, even if they insist not to because cooties will get u sick bei 🥺

visits bubu’s pharmacy to get her partner’s medicine herself but also has remedies from other places too! zhongli deffo helps her with some other gifts for convalescents so it’s historically, traditionally and socially acceptable

kazuha

is so worried omg

wherever his ass is, he’s going to his partner as soon as he finds out they’re sick. he’s so frowny and worried it’s almost cute but also,,,kazu it’s a cold, it’s FINE

he goes to collect qingxin and sweet flowers and stuff himself and makes his own poultices and soups and such <3

he shows up at his partner’s home with arms and buckets of flowers and herbs as soon as he possibly can. bei understands if he has to go tho, she gives him leave uwu

makes his partner soup and dried fish and gives them many smooches <3 they are not allowed out of bed LOL they just have to stay there and wait for him to dote on them

many many cuddles and smooches. he plays leaves and grass and recites poems for them he’s so cute <3 sigh, this man plays grass and i’m out here simping

also comes bearing gifts from wherever he was last tho. if he was on the crux, he’s probably got gifts from beidou and the crew even if they don’t really know kazu’s partner, they just know he’s happy and that’s what matters. if he’s not on the crux, his boss probably gives him leave and a gift or smth even if it’s just like a tea or a bottle of wine or smth

he’ll cuddle and be a blanket. but he’s also got fabrics that beidou picked up in inazuma and he uses that as a blanket for his partner <3

will tell his s/o stories of his childhood, his time wandering, his time with the crew, his work. anything they want to know or have questions about, he’ll tell them.

forehead kisses, temple kisses, holding his partner’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand ugh i love him

deffo gets sick because he can’t deny his partner smooches on the lips smh. and then it’s his partner’s turn to play nursemaid

the crew from the crux probably drops by to check on kazoo man and co. they bring some regional delicacies and blankets and their best cold remedies with a slap on the back for kazu and a gentler pat for his partner. like w ningguang’s partner, bei probably gives kazu’s s/o a hearty slap but it’s not enough to hurt them

anyway i’m in love with him

amber

she’s so worried she’s such a sweetie omg

she goes to her partner immediately and fusses over them before they have to gently tell her that they’re fine

she goes to collect sweet flowers and stuff and goes to ohm, albedo and barbara for help making medicines and such

doesn’t want to leave her duties unattended to but jean also knows that amber wants to be with her s/o so she tells amber that she has fewer duties for her <3

jean tells kaeya to go make sure amber is doing okay and doesn’t need help or anything so he drags ohm, diluc, albedo and lisa too LOL

lisa was planning on going anyway, she just used diluc to carry her books w this opportunity <3 albedo is just treating amber’s partner w meds and potions and things and lisa takes a peek at that too

she’s so sad she doesn’t have ohm’s super cold skin so she can’t be a human cooling pack for her partner </3 but she gives them many smooches on cheeks and foreheads and temples

barely resists giving her partner kisses on the lips bc she still wants to go to work but also wants to give her partner what they need and sigh. it’s a struggle for amber

she wears pajamas and cuddles with her s/o <3

cooks her partner some (fully cooked!!) meals, not her specialty steak. but she makes soup and goes to good hunter and gets good hot food there too

keqing

wants to take some time off to help her partner feel better but also doesn’t want to leave work. ningguang probably sends her home at some point because she’s fretting and working and stop feeling so bad keqing, you have sick days

she still goes to work but she’s just taking marginally shorter days sigh, she goes home early instead but brings work home so she can do it while sitting with her partner

wears leisure clothes when at home with her partner but the fact that she has clothes she doesn’t use for work is shocking LMAO the cat ears stay tho ;) catgirl always

ganyu comes by with keqing’s work, some wanmin takeout and a card and gift for her partner <3

xiangling hears that keqing is home with her partner while they’re sick and brings food over to keqing’s. she’s got extra golden shrimp balls for keqing. AND AGAIN. GUOBA CUDDLES ❤️❤️❤️

keqing feels so bad for not doing as much work, she’s making herself almost as sick as her partner </3

ningguang comes over one night with beidou while keqing is doing work in bed while her partner is resting and she sees keqing stressed as all hell. she just gives keqing some food and tells her to actually rest. soft!ning and bei being moms god i love them

okay but keqing tucking her partner in with a sweet kiss before retreating to her work in the corner, the lamps turned to the lowest they can possibly be because keqing refuses to leave her beloved but can’t not do work

keqing trying to cook food for her partner that isn’t meant specifically for survival but for taste is so cute. she’s trying to cook golden shrimp balls and soup and stuff and she’s not bad at it! she took a single night of giving her s/o hot tea and some wanmin soup before she learned the whole cookbook so she can be the one to cook for them <3

venti

he brings his partner wine u cannot tell me otherwise

he goes to diluc’s. not the tavern but straight up dawn winery and asks diluc if he can get a bottle of wine for his s/o and please please please he’ll go fight some of those slimes for you, please? with the big 🥺 and staying outside diluc’s window to beg bye

diluc just gives him the wine with a glare but won’t make venti do the commission <3 venti legit says “thank barbatos” and gives diluc an ~ehe~ before he gets ready to glide away. he turns around and asks diluc if he’s sure he can’t do the comm but diluc just glares at him all broody~

diluc comes by to check on venti’s partner too bc where does venti live- venti is just camping out at his partner’s place for now and feeding them and giving them wine and diluc just kinda goes a little pink but glares while he says “get well soon” and leaves a windwheel aster from near the winery

venti makes soup and many vegetable/fruity foods because “they’re good for you! have some wine with that ehe”

jean comes by at some point with barbara to check on venti and co. they’ve got other foods and some hydro healing for venti’s partner <3

ohm comes over to see his friend and brings him some medicines, food and wine. he gets to witness the anemo god get all soft and squooshy for his s/o it’s so sweet

he uses anemo to entertain his partner with some gentle breezes playing through leaves <3 but he also plays his lyre for them and gives them smooches in between and during songs because he’s a god ofc he isn’t gonna get sick, pay the bard with kisses. and where’s his gratuity :( 😗

he doesn’t read to his s/o but he does tell them stories with a musical accompaniment. sometimes his partner will fall asleep so he just smiles so softly and tucks them in and continues playing his lyre at the window while they sleep <3

but also brushing his partner’s hair back and giving them a kiss on the forehead please i love my beloved kinnie

n e ways venti forehead smooches and playing the lyre for his s/o <3 no cough meds ehe, just dandelion wine and whatever ohm gave him (that was, in fact, the cough medicine)

scaramouche

bro this dude looks like he CANNOT be assed but he really cares <3<3

his work schedule doesn’t change but he’s going to his s/o’s home super often with soup and food and medicine and extra blankets

even to his partner, scara looks broody but he always looks like that LOL

tartaglia finds out where scara is going and he brings food and toys and stuff too <3 scara later has to read one of the kids books tartaglia brought and he refuses to voices but it’s very sweet anyway

scara probably asks sandrone if his doctor brother can get him some good cold medicine but would never admit that he asked ohm for help LOL. ohm shows up anyway and finds out <3

can and will cook soup but that’s all you’re getting from him. the takeout he brought is most definitely not something he made, no sir’am he would never do something as soft as cook for them. soup doesn’t count, it’s oboiling water with some added flavor, shut up tartagalicious he’s not soft

will give his partner kisses only after he thinks they’re asleep. refuses to give them any affection besides a headpat or two and maybe one hug when he shows real concern. his partner isn’t quite yet asleep one time and then feigns sleeping when they hear scara’s whispered “i love you” and he presses a kiss to their forehead 🥺❤️

he takes off his hat inside the house but will go around with a blanket around his shoulders to mock his partner smh. the blanket is on his head like a hood and he fake sniffles with an almost derisive laugh but he gives his partner a real smile at the end <3

9/10 times will never admit that he’s soft unless it’s a Very Serious Moment but he’s a squishy dood for his s/o and his s/o only

will not read or sing to his partner but he’ll sorta cuddle if they ask very nicely and many times. it’s just kind of him sitting next to them and they kind of have to muzzle before he’ll move his arm for his own comfort LMAO

will bring his partner gifts and food, a few flowers but he’ll just claim he’s delivering it from someone else with a look of fake disgust </3 maybe like two of those are actually from other ppl and not him

when his partner is actually feeling really sick, he won’t be a big smol meanie and he actually looks so concerned~ his partner means a lot to him and he doesn’t want them to feel sick or in pain so he’ll cuddle them unprompted and rub their back, run his hand thru their hair, soft forehead and temple kisses and “i’m here, baby” and “i love you” and falling asleep with his partner tucked under his chin <3 he’s actually so sweet bye 😭

thoma

thoma feels so bad when his partner is sick. it isn’t even his fault but he feels so bad because he wants to protect them, even from tiny little germs 😭 i’m sorry u can’t be my immune system thoma it’s FINE

he asks to take off work and ayaka just kinda sighs but smiles and waves a hand to dismiss him bc yes ofc you can, simp

ayato just laughs when he sees this LMAO BYE

thoma’s partner stays at his home, in his bed or a guest room (idk if he has his own place or stays w the kamisatos as their literal live-in maid but anyway)

his partner gets his care, any doctors or caretakers around ritou, the medic from the crux, the kamisato family doctor- this man is using some of his favors for medicine and then cuddling his s/o, ugh i want to date him sm

both kamisatos come by with some food for thoma and co but poor ayato can’t even keep his grin contained, poor thoma is conditioned to be nervous ab what ayato feeds him LOL

he’s cooking for his partner, legit gives them a list of options and an “anything you want, my love?”

cuddles his s/o even tho they might protest but it takes like 0.2 seconds to stop protesting bc that man is comfy

tells his partner stories about what it was like back home in mondstadt and his journey to inazuma and why he’s there as well as his stories about all the different kinds of people he’s met

taroumaru coming w kozue to the kamisato estate to get some hot tea to thoma 🥺 and the cuddles and nuzzles from this great doggo for thoma before he turns to his partner too 😭 straight up jumps in the bed and licks their faces a little before nuzzling in for a hug

n e way thoma gives a lot of hugs and kisses and cuddles and i think he’s hella touchy-feely and misses home and treasures his partner even more because of it

my beautiful red shield ❤️

#genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #kazuha x reader #amber x reader #keqing x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #thoma x reader #genshin fluff #hc's #lyz.writes #part deux was fun i wanted to add more to thoma's lol #i'm so in love w him help

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Inventory - Daryl Dixon

Request: you can write anything tbh! just something small and sweet, if you don’t mind :) (daryl anon)

A/N: This is honestly just random established relationship fluff or something.

The Walking Dead Masterlist

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You weren’t entirely sure that you liked Alexandria. It felt like someone had captured the old world in a time capsule and you were viewing all the things that you had forgotten about. Shower pressure and hot water and actual running water weren’t things that you took for granted and you’d practically cried in the bathroom when the toilet flushed but all the other parts felt uncomfortable. Like clothing that didn’t fit you anymore. You weren’t Daryl, waiting with his hand on a gun for the moment everything went to shit, but you certainly weren’t about to done a cardigan and act like a soccer mom getting ready for a bake sale either. You would let Carol handle the assimilating and gossip. Or at least the former, the latter, you couldn’t escape.

“I wouldn’t’ve pegged him as your type.” Olivia mentioned, hellbent on making inventory a gossip session.

“What?” You looked away from the open garage door to where Olivia was stacking cans of corn and writing down their number in her composition book.

“Daryl. I noticed you watch him a lot...is that like, you guys got a thing going on or you just looking?” She asked.

You paused in your rearranging of cans to look back out the garage door again. Daryl was across the street talking to Aaron and Michonne and you tried to formulate an answer that made sense for Olivia and for you. She hadn’t technically asked if you were ‘together’ (that ominous word that felt so weighty when you said it to yourself) but she was definitely asking for a definition. Were you more than friends, absolutely. That wasn’t even something you needed to think about. You certainly weren’t sharing beds with your friends the way you did with Daryl. But he’d never given any definition to your togetherness and somehow, even defining it felt like such an archaic thing. Another piece of the old world pulled from the time capsule.

“I mean...” you shrugged, “both I guess?” There was a thing, for lack of a more concrete term, but you also liked looking at him a whole lot. You’d been enjoying looking at him for a while now and sometimes on the road you’d thought, if something happened, who would you look for in a crowd. It wasn’t just that you liked the view, it was that feeling of something that anchored you into the moment, made your head a little less dizzy, made all this more bearable.

“I guess he’s not bad looking.” Olivia laughed a little, her cheeks reddening at the thought and you wanted to agree. He most certainly was not bad looking. And you had told him so plenty of times, in the privacy of your own room. “He doesn’t seem very...” she paused, looking over at you as if she had caught herself speaking out of turn.

Small talk and social etiquettes felt like something you’d left behind too, far too used to being direct with people. It almost felt odd for her to be so unforthcoming.

“Friendly?” You asked. She didn’t need to say it for you to know what she was thinking. It seemed to be a consensus throughout Alexandria. The community had differing opinions about all of you but the one thing they all agreed on was Daryl’s lack of acceptable behavior. He wasn’t particularly friendly with any of them (aside from Aaron maybe) and he acted more like a caged animal than someone who was grateful for shelter and protection.

“Uh, yeah.” Olivia nodded, pink cheeks staining darker, “I mean, I’m sure he talks to you, of course...it’s just, I’ve never found him to be particularly...warm.”

Warm, you felt like the word echoed in your mind once she said it. You’d never really spent too much time thinking about the way you would describe Daryl, he was just, himself, and that was it. You didn’t linger on what he was, what you expected him to be. Even if you didn’t ever think of yourselves as ‘together’ you knew exactly what you were.

You thought about offering up a defense for him, explaining that he was warm. He was being wrapped in a blanket on a cold night or feeling the sun on your shoulders in the early morning. It wasn’t something you considered often, that you felt like you needed to name, but you knew it right away. The words came on the tip of your tongue, like you’d been waiting to think them. But you didn’t get the chance.

Daryl came up the driveway while you were staring at him and the softest of smiles graced your features as you watched him, giving a small wave. Maybe you wouldn’t have thought about it if you hadn’t been talking to Olivia but, as Daryl held your gaze the whole up the drive, you were reminded of when you might’ve categorised his behaviour as more shy than reserved. Now it felt like he held back because he chose to, deciding what parts of himself other people got to see. When you’d first known him it was more a defense mechanism than an ordinary occurrence, and he’d never been comfortable meeting your eye.

“Did you come to help with inventory?” You teased, already hearing the grumbled response in your mind before he said it.

“Just passing by,” he replied, glancing over to the far corner where Olivia was still sitting, notebook open in her lap. “Morning.”

You wondered if she was scrutinising the interaction. Trying to see for herself what you saw in Daryl, as if that was possible.

“I’ll go check to make sure we’ve got all the dry foods from upstairs.” Olivia announced, standing from her spot and bumping her chair back against the sorting table. It rattled but nothing fell over and she went so quickly out of the room she looked like she was power-walking.

“What’s a matter with her?” Daryl asked, taking your water bottle from the ground by your chair and unscrewing the cap so he could drink some.

“She was asking about you, weren’t your ears burning?” You joked.

He glanced down at you, unamused, before finally taking the bait, “why’s she asking?”

“Said I stare at you all the time.”

“So quit staring.” He capped the water bottle and set it back in its place before fiddling with different cans on the shelves, pulling them off and reading the labels.

“Easier said then done,” you replied, grabbing your notebook off the shelf in front of you, “besides, I don’t wanna forget what you look like.”

“Why? You going somewhere?”

You scrunched your nose at his words and shook your head, “no, but you are right…saw you talking to Aaron.”

“Think ya watch me just ta spy on what I’m doing.”

“I’m right though, you two are headed out?” You asked.

“Don’t make it something it ain’t…I’ll be back in a few days time.”

Daryl was good at coming back when he left, you knew it from experience. He’d come back when he’d left with Merle, he’d come back when he’d left to find Beth, when he went off on his own to hunt he always came back. As sure as you were that he would leave, you were just as sure he would find his way back again. It wasn’t something you had to think about or reassure yourself of but sometimes it was easier to give in to that worst case scenario that sat in the back of your mind.

“I know,” you said it like you were promising him, “but that’s a few days without seeing you…who am I supposed to look for?”

Daryl set down the can of beets he was looking at and walked the short distance back to you. His hand wrapped around the end of your ponytail and he gave a gentle tug, guiding your head all the way back so you were looking straight up at him. You thought it was probably a good thing Olivia wasn’t here, she’d seemed scandalised enough at his presence in the room, you could imagine all the things she’s knock over if she saw him now, one hand holding your ponytail and the other on your neck as he leaned down and kissed you.

It was a softer kiss than the hold implied and you considered the juxtaposition of Daryl’s softness and roughness your favorite thing about him. It’d taken a while, to see the soft bits, but now you saw them all the time. How he kissed you so comfortably, like he’d always been doing it. His tongue brushing your bottom lip almost teasingly but he pulled away before you could do more, standing back up straight and dropping his hands. He gripped the back of your folding chair and you leaned against his hand, feeling them press into the skin between your shoulder blades, bare from your tank top. You kept your head tilted back, a little more comfortably though.

“When do you leave?” You asked, half expecting him to tell you he was headed to the gate now. Your brain still felt a little dizzy from the kiss but that was a normal occurrence.

“Tomorrow morning.” He replied, letting go of the chair to run his knuckles along your spine. “Shouldn’t be longer than a day or two.”

There was a quieter bumping noise and a soft curse as Olivia peeked back into the doorway, a few boxes of pasta haphazardly held in her arms. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s alright,” you replied but truthfully you were just being nice. Because Daryl had already retracted his hand you felt goosebumps on your skin in his absence, as if your body was trying to chase the sensation of him.

“Ya need help?” He asked, motioning to the boxes as she dropped them onto the sorting table.

“Would you mind? I’ve got another laundry basket full of them to bring down here and I dropped like five on the staircase.” She explained, following after him to point them out.

Daryl disappeared through the door, Olivia right behind him, and you went back to organising the latter half of the alphabetically arranged cans. Olivia tended to be more loose-lipped than her other Alexandria counterparts and you couldn’t help imagining her asking him questions, trying to dig out some part of a person under the cold exterior he’d given off while he was here. Searching for the warmth she thought was lacking. They weren’t gone long, Olivia’s chipper voice carrying down the stairs.

Daryl came through first, laundry basket piled high and the slightest hint of a glare as his eyes met yours, as if you’d somehow put him up to the task of helping.

“You can set them on the sorting table,” Olivia instructed, “I’ll go through them once I’m finished the canned goods.”

Setting them down, Daryl just nodded in agreement. You stopped from saying you’d see him tonight, in case that information was somehow on a need to know basis. But he was obviously being less purposefully withdrawn than you’d thought because he took another sip from your water bottle before telling you the exact thing you’d been too reserved to say.

“I’ll see ya tonight,” he promised, putting your water bottle back and giving your ponytail a playful tug before leaving back down the driveway.

You watched after him until he turned the corner and was out of eyesight.

“I can see why you like him so much…” Olivia finally said, getting your attention as you looked back at her.

“What?” You asked, wondering if he’d said something to her that changed her mind.

Her cheeks tinged pink again and she looked down at her notebook, “I wasn’t trying to spy or anything…just, you know, wanted to bring those boxes in.”

You nodded, prompting her to continue.

“I saw him kissing you…” she let out an airy sigh, “I’d be staring at somebody all day if they kissed me like that.”

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Mermaids exist in stardew, yes? So imagine a mermaid farmer for Zhongli, Kaeya and Diluc it could be in Yandere setting or not. I just wanna know their reaction when they found out and how it’ll effect their relationship. Will it brew angst, love, or both

Part of your world [Genshin x Mermaid!Reader]{Stardew Impact series}

Synopsis: You came from the sea and he takes you through a journey of what it was like to live on land despite your differences.

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli

"I threw in Childe because I had an idea for him xD It's fluff month so everything is going to be happy from now on >.>"

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{Diluc}

It was a hot summer day when Diluc first found you lying unconscious ashore. You had just swam far and wide from the ocean world, the climate deemed unideal for your case. With no one else around, he took the initiative to help you out of your situation.

He shortly found out by the slight appearances of scales gracing your legs that you were neither a human or someone coming from the town nearby. As legendary as mermaids are, Diluc wanted nothing to do with you. His beginning plan was to find your relatives and send you out of his house (Additional work isn’t welcomed when he has so much already). However, you latched onto him pretty quickly since he was the one who saved you.

Here stands a human, a creature that you always wanted to interact with, in your perspective he may look a little stern but he must have plenty of knowledge to offer based on all the antiques he owns.

The only problem was that you two had no way to communicate. Different worlds meant different languages. Whenever Diluc told you that you couldn’t stay, all you did was tilt your head and whenever you tried expressing what you wanted to say, well, normally bubbles would come out of your mouth since they were an indication for your words.

He gave up on trying to kick you out and simply allowed you to take residence as long as you stayed out of his workaholic life. You would tend to his farm while he was absent on other matters and feeding animals in the barn (a lot to do but a win-win situation now that you were able to discover what it was like to live on land at the same time). Though you were also a handful, most of the time Diluc had to excuse himself from his desk when you thought the rake was some sort of hair brush and he forbade you from using the bulldozer. Quite honestly you caused him a lot of stress. He spent most of his hours teaching you and before he knew, it was already a habit of his.

The only words you knew were three words. If you wanted to eat you would say ‘fish’. If you were thirsty, you would say ‘water’. If it was anything else, you would say ‘Diluc.’

He allows you to take long baths since he knows how hydrated mermaids must stay at all times. Orders a pool to be built in his front yard (at least this way helps him save his costly electricity bills). Diluc also borrows books from the library museum for you to read, anything that you would find interesting, (mostly they were about alphabets and picture-based stories (it felt like he was raising a child).)

Easily gets worried when you step into town with him, he keeps a watchful eye in case you collapse and extra bottles when you need a drink. Most of the time, he had to keep an eye on you since you had the natural instinct to waltz into whatever interested you, such as dancing in annual festivities (which you dragged him along of course). It was how he grew attached to your presence because you truly knew how to appreciate the world around you when he himself was too busy to do so.

Two worlds merged and he was learning how to live in yours too, how you perceive things. Building sandcastles, collecting seashells, listening to the echoes resounding within them. Activities he thought were unnecessary suddenly gained the meaning he had lost long ago. Diluc grew too fast at maximum speed, trying to get as many things done as he could, until he was pulled back by the emotional waves of your kindness and compassion, onto the shore he failed to live on. How ironic reality can be.

{Childe}

Everyone knew how much Childe loved to fish. He sets out at sea every evening to capture a batch of flounders, hopefully stumbling upon a legendary one.

In a way, he did. Just not what he expected. What he pulled out of the waters seemed to be a human-sized fish sitting upon the other residues caught in between. ‘A mermaid…?’ he thought, still digesting the fact in front of him. (No wonder the net felt so heavy).

At the same time he wanted to take you with and sell you for a good price but knew how mad Tonia would get when she found out. So he lets you go free. The thing is, you swam behind his boat and followed him back to land. This was how your relationship with Childe started, to this day he continues to jest upon that memory.

Tonia took most of the responsibility to coach you about human life. One of them was table etiquette, before you ate with only your hands which caused a mess. Childe would laugh hysterically at it until Tonia reminded him, “This is also what happens when you use chopsticks, big brother.”

Teucer invites you to basically anything since you have so much patience. Childe shortly realizes that he was soon going to be replaced as the eldest caretaker and you couldn’t even talk at that time. So it was only fair that he included himself in the circle while interacting with your way of communicating: sign language (Surprisingly, he was naturally good at it. Though his movements are rather exaggerated and...ungraceful).

You were nice enough to accompany him to his fishing tasks and soon enough became your daily activities. Childe takes the lead as you follow him from the side, sometimes he lets go of the steering wheel and allows you to push the boat instead (he kept a note to himself that in your mermaid mode, your strength multiplied by a large number). Other times he felt a little risky and decided to jump in the ocean with you for a swimming session. It worried you immensely but your anxiety subsided when you saw how much fun he was having and for the rest of the time, you both explored what the ocean had to offer.

Childe used to be a fish-cook enthusiast. Not anymore (since that day you cried when glancing at the flounder dish he placed on the table). He had to stick to seaweed or any other plant-based meals with a little bit of meat but too much would cause your stomach to churn. Since his siblings complained at the sudden change, he had to make a separate meal plan for them. With a mermaid in the house was certainly high-maintenance indeed.

Cuddling with you in front of the cracking fire blazing under the chimney was one of the calmest moments indulged himself in. He often chooses the life where the waves crash constantly, anticipating a thrilling storm that comes ahead. But you were just a lull at the sea, the mediator he needed in times where his siblings needed a mother-figure. Sometimes he fears that you would leave him and return to where your true family lives but he was grateful that you chose him above all else. He was grateful that by chance, he captured you at sea. One thing he loved about life was the unpredictability the future brings, including the blessings. Even if you were a creature from far away, in your presence he felt like he was truly at home.

{Kaeya}

When the tides rose above his head, Kaeya was sure that he was done for. The surfboard he recently stood upon slips off beneath his feet and he falls into the ocean’s merciless waves. No oxygen, no time to catch his breath amidst the impact, his eyes were slowly closing and the last thing he saw was the sun’s light beyond the heavy surface, along with the murky visual of someone swimming in front of it.

Although he almost drowned, the idea of being saved by a pretty mermaid makes up for the fact (He has a natural tendency to flirt at anything eye-catching even if you were an outlandish being). You on the other hand was confused by his advances as you couldn’t understand a word he was saying, hence you swam away.

Those beginning days when you chose to explore the land, Kaeya remembers how much trouble you had with walking using your new legs. He had to hold both your hands while leading you forward, he found it rather cute when you tighten your grip the moment you felt that he was going to let go (he was only bluffing of course but you still hissed at him). Still, Kaeya ensures that you don’t fall to the ground, he catches you in time when you collapse while laughing, “You’re doing great sweetheart.”

In return you teach him how to read the ocean’s movements so that he won’t drown again. Kaeya spends more time around the beach since he knows that the water bodies are where you were most comfortable with. He tells you that you always smell like saltwater whenever he buries his face in your hair, perhaps that was how he grew attached to the ocean as well.

In summer seasons there were several days where you had to sleep in his bathtub because the air was so dry. As a mermaid, he had to tolerate many of your unique quirks, in this case he had to deal with showering in cold water since you took up all the electricity. Another case was your wine tolerance, no one could challenge you to a drinking contest when your body could sustain large amounts of liquids. Kaeya sometimes jokes if you could turn him into a merman like those in fairytale books so he can have the same experience. You take it as a joke while he was also being half-serious.

When you have to take a temporary trip home, Kaeya visits the dock every evening and waits for you to come back, trying to see any signs of your colourful tail. He glances at the ocean he grew to love, knowing where he stood is as far as he could go and anywhere beyond the boundary was out of his reach. So many people left him in his life and even though he knew you wouldn’t do the same, he still worries. Uncertain if you would abandon him too.

Your existence became the center of his life the moment you chose to walk upon land with him. Side by side, through small hurdles the seashore and hurdles as big as the wave that almost killed him the day he met you, Kaeya keeps them all as if they were the most precious treasure a pirate could find. It didn’t matter if you were different from everyone else because despite your tail, all he could see was you.

{Zhongli}

While Zhongli strolls along the sandy beach, he follows the alluring sound of your singing voice. You sat upon the rock while humming along what seems to be an old folk tune, similar to what Guizhong once sang. The man folds his arms and closes his eyes. Many years have passed since he last heard something like this, “Your voice, it’s very lovely.”

He was a geologist who worked by the museum, collecting different types of rocks and seashells that would wash up shore. You became very familiar with his daily routine that before he pays a visit to the beach again, a pile of interesting rocks would be waiting for him by the docks. It was a gift. And Zhongli would bring snacks like seaweed soup as an accommodation for your kindness.

Unlike Kaeya, when you couldn’t walk because your legs were too weak to be used, Zhongli helps you with every step along the way even if the trip was a slow one. He even offered to have you carried when he saw you were having too much trouble but you insisted on trying. The whole trip that usually took ten minutes was a three hour walk.

Even though he knew many things, your language was not one of them. However he was willing to learn. Both of you have study sessions regarding each other’s culture. For you it’s the way humans drink with cups because of Zhongli being a tea fanatic himself, he even showed you how to hold a tea cup properly. You taught him how to swim since he had been so occupied on land that swimming never crossed his mind. Thankfully he was naturally good at it due to his tall stature (albeit a little scared when diving into an environment unknown and different to him).

Zhongli loves the way you sing and he would ask every time he wanted to read a book. Either under the tree on a warm spring day or on the couch when it was storming outside. Although he intended to get some reading done, Zhongli can’t help but fall asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up (and you could carry him if you wanted to thanks to your mega-mermaid strength) so by morning, you’d find yourselves in the same spot and your lap feeling numb.

Earth and sea were separated for a reason so that the creatures may stay upon the place where they belong. That wasn’t enough to separate you from him though. Zhongli would travel to the sea to see you and you mustered the courage to walk upon the hard surface of land. The two were only parts of the world but together they are part of the world, connected to form a whole new life.

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radexchangeprogram · 3 years

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This is a random one but can I request head cannons of the Brothers and Dateables reacting to an MC that’s actually a half demon but was really great at hiding her demon side since she grew up in the human world? They see a demon man just bounding towards MC before the boys could do anything MC’s like “DAD! 😃” before jumping in his arms like a child. Around her Dad she gains fangs and horns like him but she reverts back to normal when she wants to. The boys are like “Why didn’t you say anything?” And she’s like “I’m just used to my human side” or “You never asked 🤷🏾‍♀️”

Of course! I love this idea. I didn’t get a chance to proof read this so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Author’s notes at the end (marked by *s)

Spoiler warning for up to chapter 17 to be safe. Especially with Belphie.

Half Demon GN!MC Headcanons

General

Everyone noticed that you never seemed too bothered by the fact that you were surrounded by demons, but figured you were just rather good at adapting.

This theory was proven wrong at a party Lord Diavolo hosted.

As you chatted with the brothers, a large demon with griffon wings, a lion’s mane, and horns similar to a gazelle began to head in the direction of your group.

The demon, who the others instantly recognized as Duke Vapula, walked up to them with a cheeky grin.

The brothers were instantly on guard, Mammon even growling slightly, as it was extremely uncommon for anyone to approach them so casually.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all took notice and were prepared to intervine should something happen.

You turned around to see what the issue was and let out a loud gasp.

“DAD!”

Lucifer

Absolutely dumbfounded. How did he not know about this? He read your files to the point of practically memorizing them before you came here and he swears there was nothing about you being a half demon.

He was honestly a bit embarrassed that he didn’t know about something this major.

When confronting you, all you did was say that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that you figured they already knew.

You really give him a migraine sometimes.

He feels a bit relieved that he doesn’t have to worry as much about you dying, though.

If you wish, he may start teaching you demonic etiquette, such as having you shift form at formal events.

If you prefer your human heritage, he won’t pressure you to conform to your demonic ancestory.

Mammon

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HIS HUMAN ISN’T ENTIRELY HUMAN?!?

The loudest about his displeasure about not knowing.

“I’m your first man! I’m supposed to know everything about you!”

When you explain to him that you’re more comfortable with your human half, he calms down a little.

Tries to call you ‘stupid half-demon’ but it doesn’t feel the same as ‘stupid human’ :(

You tell him he can just keep calling you ‘stupid human’ :D

Wonders if he can get your dad to pay him for ‘providing his child with such incredible protection’.

You immediately tell him no.

Leviathan

Holy shit this sounds like something straight out of an anime!!!

Very upset that you didn’t tell him, you’re his Henry! You’re supposed to tell him these kind of things!

When you shrug and simply say that no one asked, he gets even more pouty.

You make up with him quickly by offering to play games with him all night.

Extremely curious about your demonic form for the primary purpose of cosplay. Do you know how many more characters you can be if you have a tail or wings?!?

You might inspire some fanfiction. (half demon Henry x Lord of Shadows au slow burn 100k words, def not Leviathan projecting no not at all-)

Satan

He is extremely shocked. Not only did he have no idea, but half demons are extremely rare.

From what he’s read, most half-human half-demon offspring don’t survive past birth and all documented cases that have survived reside in the Devildom so that their powers can be better managed.

He asks you about this and you reply that you’re actually quite good at controlling your powers, but that you prefer living as a normal human.

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, but he has a billion questions.

How long is your lifespan? Do you take more after your demonic father or your human mother in terms of power?What are your weaknesses?

He really wants to learn more about human-demon hybrids and will ask you to help in his studies.

Also a bit excited as your father is well known for some for his knowledge and writing about the sciences. He wants to discuss some of it with you, assuming you’ve read what your father has written.*

Asmodeus

Oh he is so excited.

A bit relieved that his charm isn’t wearing off, it just doesn’t work because you’re the child of a demonic duke!

You know those boiling hot springs he talks about visiting? Well he’s happy to learn that you actually can join him without fear of your skin melting off!

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, getting mad over stuff like that can cause wrinkles.

He will absolutely want to help you groom your horns/wings/scales/tail.

He already has shown you a lot about demonic fashion trends, such as extra clothing that can be fitted around demonic extremities, but now he actually can actually have you try on some! Do you prefer gold tail bangles or jeweled horn cuffs?

Beelzebub

Relieved that Duke Vapula wasn’t looking for a fight.

He can’t help but smile a little when you hug your dad. It makes him happy that you love your family.

When you blush and tell him that it just slipped your mind to tell everyone about your heritage, he isn’t upset.

Happy that he doesn’t have to be so scared of accidentally hurting you with how strong he is.

If you’re able to safely eat some more demonic food, he will absolutely get you to try some of his favorite foods that normal humans would die upon eating.

Overall, you’re still the MC he has grown to love and doesn’t treat you too differently.

Belphegor

Is now more awake than he has been the entire evening.

Half demon? Nah this is just some dream.

Is understanding when you explain to him that you prefer being human and living as a human.

He’s happy he found out after making amends with you. He used to despise half-demons just as much as normal humans, seeing them as repulsive.

He still very much treats you the same, but is a bit annoyed with his brothers.

With knowledge of your demonic blood coming to light, they drag you out even more often and naps with you are becoming rarer.

If you get too overwhelmed with his brothers constantly wanting to try things they thought would previously kill you, he will be more than happy to lend you some of his hiding spots. He does charge the small fee of getting to take a nap with you though.

Diavolo

Similar to Lucifer, is shocked that he didn’t know before you came to the Devildom.

You aren’t the first half-demon he’s met, but he is surprised that a demon of Duke Vapula’s rank had a child with a human.

He’s actually very excited to learn that you’re a half-demon who is in more in touch with your human side. He feels a lot more relieved that you aren’t as defenseless as previously thought.

He does, however, make absolute sure that you have full control over your demonic powers. Every other half-demon lives in the Devildom for a reason and he can’t have someone who is technically one of his subjects accidentally cause mass destruction.

He invites you for tea more frequently, asking so many questions about how being raised in the human world as a half-demon was.

He likes to exchange stories with you about your younger years and the power fluxes you both struggled with as you grew.

Tells you that should you ever wish to live in the Devildom that he would be more than happy to make the needed arrangements.

Barbatos

He knew the whole time. When Diavolo asked him to look into the success of the program, he made note of your heritage right away.

However, he decided that keeping this information hidden when he saw that you were raised human and preferred to be seen as human.

When he explains this to everyone, you can’t help but feel thankful.

While some of the others make no effort to hide how annoyed this makes them, he doesn’t mind. He knows he made the right choice keeping this from everyone and doesn’t regret it at all.

Barbatos is actually a pretty good friend of your father’s and grew up with him. He actually met you when you were a baby because of this.*

Solomon

He has seen a lot in his years in the world of magic, but nothing like this.

Usually, half-demons were very easy to spot as they struggled to control their powers, but you practically had it down to an art!

You explain to him that you’re actually pretty good at keeping your powers under control. He’s rather impressed by this and will ask to see your spell work.

Thinks it’s a little funny that he has a pact with your dad.*

Like Satan, he wants to know all about you. Unlike Satan, he is going to actually conduct experiments instead of stick to interviews.

He has a new potion that he wants you to try almost every day now.

Can half-demons make pacts? If so, you have now been added to the list of demonic beings he wants to make a pact with.

Simeon

Very surprised considering he’s blessed you before.

Blessings aren’t supposed to work on anything of demonic nature so he’s baffled.

When you explain to him that you were raised human and prefer to live as human, he smiles.

He comes to the conclusion that you being a good person must be greater than the demonic blood in your veins.

He treats you the same overall, knowing that you’re still you no matter your heritage.

Luke

Absolute denial.

There is no way someone as nice as you is part demon! He refuses to believe it!

Gets upset and accuses you of trying to manipulate him, which you quickly deny.

When you explain to him that you prefer being human, he huffs.

Simeon gives him a bit of a talking to, about how you’re still the same MC who he sees as a big sibling.

He bakes you some apology cupcakes for being rude to you.

You sometimes shift form to mess around with him, it never fails to make him let out a shocked yelp before he snaps at you for picking on him.

Everyone (except Luke) thinks it’s funny tbh.

Author’s Notes:

*Duke Vapula is described as being able to bestow knowledge about all science contained in books.

*Barbatos is also a duke in The Goetia. I thought a fun nod to this would be to have them as friends.

*The Goetia talks about the 72 demons that King Solomon evoked. Vapula is one of the demons that he evoked. The game actually references this by talking about his 72 pacts. Asmodeus and Barbatos are both included in the 72 demons which is why he has pacts with both of them in the game :)

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mcmoth · 3 years

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Dream SMP fandom etiquette

So. This post is probably too little, too late, considering the fandom and the issues I'm about to talk about have existed for so long now, and a lot of the people who need to hear this probably aren't on tumblr anyways, but I just wanted to dedicate a quick post to talk about fandom etiquette. Mostly pertaining to discourse, and interactions with people outside of our circle. These are just going to be my own personal thoughts, of course, but I felt it could be good to bring some of this to attention. So without further introduction:

Where to (not) talk about discourse:

Don't go into other streamer's vods to only focus about a different character. If you want to analyse, for example, c!Techno, do it in Techno's stream. Don't go into unrelated streams, like Tommy's, Tubbo's etc. to do it, even if they were a part of the event in question. This is, of course, with the exception if the character in question didn't stream their own pov. But otherwise, stay in your own space. This is to prevent cluttering a streamer's comments about unrelated discussion. To give further example: Tubbo's vod comments should primarily focus on Tubbo's character. Not Tommy's, Ranboo's, Techno's or whoever else's.

Don't start discourse in the comments of animatics. Seriously, stop that. Animatics aren't discussion boards. The comments are there to analyse and appreciate the video presented, not argue. It's especially rude if you pick a small detail, that wasn't even the focus of the animatic, or even a completely unrelated issue to rant out your frustrations about. To give examples: starting disc discourse in an animatic of Tommy talking to Wilbur, or rambling about how tragic Techno's character is in an animatic focused on clingy duo, etc.

This applies to fan songs as well.

Video essays are the exception to these rules. I think it's safe to say they're the place to bring your hot takes, if you really feel so inclined to argue in youtube comment sections (Though I'd personally advise to still keep the topic relevant).

Keep negativity out of fanfic comments. This isn't nearly as big of an issue as the last points, but I've seen it happen a couple times, so I'm deciding to mention it. Fanfics are written for fun. Even if you disagree with the characterisation or something else, unless the author is clear in accepting critique, keep criticism to yourself. And definitely don't rant about how you dislike a character unrelated to the fanfic. Sharing your thoughts on the fanfic itself is of course fine and welcomed, but when it turns from discussing the author's story to talking about how you dislike a character in canon, that's when it crosses a line. Example: comment talking about what you don't like about c!Tommy on a Bench Trio fanfiction.

When commenting on art, keep the feedback positive. Even if you dislike any presented character, keep that to yourself. Example: Don't say things like "I hate x character, but this art is good". You might think the author would feel honoured, but it's actually just hurtful.

How to deal with discourse:

This is gonna be a shorter section, because I think we all chose to do it in different ways, and that's valid. Also, it's just that I, myself, am still learning how to do this well, but I thought it could be good to try to lay it out anyways.

Try to scroll past takes you disagree with instead of arguing if you don't think you'd be able to keep your cool. Noone likes a random person yelling at them through a screen, and if you rant, you'll get an equally frustrated reply back, and noone will be happy. Either explain your point in a calm manner, or scroll past/ unfollow/block.

On the keeping cool thing, remember to just step away. Take a deep breath and calm yourself down before proceeding. To minimize the frustration you feel on a daily basis, filter tags, block people, avoid videos and youtube comment sections that you know will upset you, and leave certain internet spaces if you find yourself unable to escape negativity even with all those steps. Remember: in the end, it's all a game played by friends, a story, and your enjoyment of it lies in what you take from it. Abandon what makes you unhappy. Marie Kondo your fandom experience.

Also, here's your reminder, to whom this is relevant, to take care of yourself. Hydrate, eat, sleep, clean up, get fresh air, remember the things outside of all this. There's plenty to do outside of this fandom, and what you can do here can wait. There is no pressure, or obligation. Not for the content you create, not for the discussions you bring, not for responding to discourse, not for anything. Fandom is meant purely for fun, so take care <3

Interacting with people outside of the fandom:

This is something that I've seen a bit of talk about, and I thought I'd drop in my own thoughts on this as well. No matter the differences, we're all just trying to vibe, and I think these are important things to keep in mind to leave both sides better off:

Don't interact with hate posts. Just don't. You don't want to see them, they don't want to see you. Even if your response is lighthearted, their animosity is not. They will feel frustrated regardless, and the grudge will only grow. And if they're being agressive, calm discussion most likely won't happen even if you're being polite. Just leave it, please.

Correct misinformation calmly. I completely get how it can be frustrating to see blatant lies and all, but with our reputation, people will not listen if you're being antagonistic. Provide sources, explain, and leave it at that.

Don't be hateful, send death threats, or assume privilege or whatever else. That's stepping into the same shoes of the people you hate. Misunderstandings go both ways, and the fact of the matter is, I think most people who dislike DSMP, even the ones who are agressive about it, don't have their stance rooted in maliciousness. To expand on why the situation became what it is today, taken from a discussion on discord:

I think it's just a combination of Dream growing so insanely quickly + how internet spaces have changed over the years. When ccs like jackstepticeye or pewdiepie etc. grew popular, activism wasn't as prevalent and held to such importance. Now it's thankfully more talked about, but that also leads to Dream being more scrutinized in comparision. Add twitter trends and the general prevalence of the fandom, and you've got everyone feeling tired and frustrated and paranoid. People also tend not to fact check stuff, especially when it comes to celebrities and stuff they're not really interested in, so rumors spread fast.

And actually, I think there's absolutely valid reasons to be made uncomfortable by Dream SMP, either in it's creators, content or fandom, and there is, of course, stuff to criticise in general. The problem is the hate and misinformation and overexposure, but we are not going to solve any of that by being aggressive in return.

(This is, by the way, not talking about more serious cases. Like doxxing, or leaving gore images in hashtags, or similar instances. That's a whole different complicated issue that I don't feel qualified to tackle.)

And finally, don't overwhelm outsiders who merely mention the Dream SMP. Don't send asks asking them to watch it, don't write paragraphs explaining the lore, don't confuse them with inside jokes, just... Don't jump on people like that. Unless they're explicitly clear in wanting interaction and getting into the fandom, that kind of thing will just drive them away. This is in no way exclusive to the Dream SMP fandom, pretty much every fandom has people enthiastic to have more people involved, but since there are so unbelievably many of us, it's especially easy to go overboard with this stuff. Just... be polite, and don't pressure anyone. Be nice, please.

So.... ya! This would be it for this one, I think. Sorry that it's kinda long, thank you if you read it at all. Hope y'all have pleasant days ^^

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