#and also requested gen

[mikoworks]

Cowboy hat Curly

[opt1mistic]

TORMENT ME 𓋜 ft. mean bbf!ellie williams

cw. nsfw, kind of exhibitionism, slight dubcon, ellie isn’t really mean she’s just a tease, loser ellie implied bc i can’t help myself lol, reader has a brother bc duh, and is afab but gn. wc. 1.6k. based on this request

it was about 11 in the morning, you are in your kitchen getting breakfast, ‘the most important meal of the day’ they say. but you could care less about getting breakfast with this leech constantly hovering over you at a distance that should be considered too close.

ellie. where do i even start? she’s just like a stray cat, you feed her once, one time and she’s here again begging for more. but instead of feeding her once, you may have slept with her... it was one time and you were both drunk. you barely remember it. so why is she always here reminding you that she was knuckles deep inside of you?

your eyes drilling holes into the fridge, so many options, but none that fill your needs. you’re not even hungry, if you were to be honest. you just came down here to see her. as much as you hate to admit it you like ellie. you’ve always liked her. she’s been your brother's best friend since, like, forever, you can’t quite recall a moment where she wasn’t here. on the couch in your living room, your brother's room, or the kitchen, the fridge specifically.

you knew ellie liked you as well, she’s made that fact very obvious. she is constantly reminding you of it, but not in a desperate way, no, ellie isn’t desperate at all, well maybe a little, she’s just really persistent. she knows you like her so what is the problem with the two of you finally having something, at least?

your brother doesn’t even seem to care if the two of you date. because you how it’s always when you fall for your brother's best friend. the same: ‘uhhh no you can’t date my friends.’(pretend that was said with a very forced imitating voice). or something like ‘fuck no, my friends are off limits.’

but no, not with your brother. he could give less of a fuck about whatever it was going on between you and ellie.

you were the real problem here. so stubborn about admitting your feelings and so, so bratty every time ellie makes a pass at you that clearly has an effect on you.

and here she was again. you, still trying to find something to eat, mind coming up blank of mostly anything only being occupied by the toned biceps that you got a glimpse of when you walked into the kitchen. she was already there making breakfast for herself as your brother sat at the dining table with his back towards the kitchen and a pair of headphones plugged into his ears, eating what seemed to be the biggest breakfast you’ve ever seen.

you walked past her trying not to stare too hard at her arms as you made your way towards the fridge.

it’s been a good minute and a half of looking at some jar(that’s filled with something of a very strange colour…)in the fridge trying to think of what you should eat, so you decide on the same thing you have almost every morning; toast. everything you needed was already on the kitchen counter.

you whip around, fridge door slamming shut behind you. she’s still in the kitchen, you were hoping she would’ve left by the time you finished your staring contest with the insides of the fridge. and she’s got that damn lopsided smirk like she just won something. with her elbow perched up on the counter right next to the bread and butter.

“found what you were looking for in there?” ellie asks.

you roll your eyes “i wasn't looking for anything.”

it was a stupid question because she knows you weren’t pay attention to anything that laid upon the shelves of the fridge. she did, however, catch your attention on her arms. and ellie was really hoping that was what had you so distracted.

she laughs at your obviously annoyed answer. you walk over to grab a plate from the cabinet, setting it down on the counter right next to her. you reach for the bread, ellies eyes following your every movement, they have been since you entered the kitchen.

she shrugs. “could’ve fooled me. you were in there like it owed you money or something.” again with her dumb jokes, does she seriously think she’s funny?

you shoot her a sharp glance, but it only makes her grin widen.

“or maybe you were just buying time. needed a minute to cool off,” she adds, voice lower, more pointed. “you always get like that when i’m around?”

you continue trying to make your toast, putting the bread in the toaster pulling the small lever of it down watching the two pieces of bread disappear.

“bet it’s exhausting,” ellie continues. “pretending you’re not obsessed with me.”

“you’re delusional.”

“mm, probably.” you didn’t dare to look at her, to look at that grin of hers that makes you weak in the knees. “still doesn’t change the fact you’re thinking about that night every time you look at me.”

is she crazy? you slam your palms onto the counter very lightly though, afraid your brother might hear.

“what do you want, ellie?”

she leans in just a little moving behind you now, enough for you to feel her breath on your cheek and you could still see her from the corner of your eye, but still keeping your gaze on the toaster before you.

“you.”

you almost choke out a gasp, it wouldnt really sound like one anyway, more of a silent gag. you push it all down, can’t be feeding into her ego too much. and before you could respond you feel ellie’s hands grip your hips.

as soon as her palms make contact with you, your eyes fly up to look at your brother. what if he sees? is she serious right now?

her face peaking from the side of you shoulder, right next to your face. your butt is right in her crotch pressed firmly against her.

ellie leans in, her voice dropping to that stupid low whisper she knows gets under your skin.

“y’know, if you keep pressing back like that, i’m gonna start thinking you want something.”

how did i get here??????

you exhale sharply through your nose, refusing to flinch. “get your hands off me.”

“say please.”

you whip your head toward her, eyes narrowed, and for a second, she just watches you with that insufferable half-lidded gaze—like she’s already won, like she always wins.

“ellie. i’m serious.”

her grip tightens just a bit, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips. “so am i.”

the toaster pops.

“you’re lucky he’s got those headphones on,” you mutter, trying to pretend your hands aren’t shaking as you reach for your freshly toasted bread when you feel ellie’s hands move upward from your hips to your waist.

she snorts behind you.

“yeah?” she echoes, voice laced with something smug and hushed. “i’d be luckier if he wasn’t here at all.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, grab the toast with a little too much force to put it down on your plate. “and what? you’re still doing the same shit with him right if front is us.”

she hums, dragging her fingers just beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing the skin there. “you’re right.”

you stiffen. your breath catches.

“but i’d just be less discrete about it.”

her voice is low and honey-slick, curling against your ear like smoke. palm by palm creeping upward under your shirt more, brushing warm fingers over bare skin.

“ellie…” you warn, but it comes out breathless.

“mm,” she hums, all mock innocence, fingers dragging lightly over your ribs, “what? just warming you up. kitchen’s cold this mornin’.”

you hate how you don’t push her away. hate even more how your stomach flutters when her thumbs graze the curve of your under boobs.

you roll your eyes, lips curling in something like a smirk. “you’re so full of shit.” you almost whimper as you speak.

“maybe,” she murmurs, ducking in closer, lips brushing your jaw now, “but you’re letting me touch you.”

you scoff, but it’s weak. you’re trying not to arch into her palms when her fingertips press into your hardened nipples. and you also can’t bark anything back at her when her fingers start to play around with the buds of your nipples, pinching them, twisting them, trying to get a noise out of you.

and it works.

you moan in shame as your head looks the opposite way from ellie, who's now kissing down your neck. her palms go to grip your breasts, messaging them, needing them like dough.

“so soft…” she whispers out against your pulse.

ellie’s hands now start to make their way back down your body, feeling the hem of your bottoms dipping her thumbs under to feel the lining of your panties.

and before things could escalate any further your brother sneezes, causing you to flinch.

your body feels empty all of a sudden as ellie moves her hands off of you. you turn your face to look at her as she’s moving away from you and grabbing her plate of food and leaving you, but not before whispering “you gonna let me finish that later, or are you just gonna keep playing pretend?” into your ear.

all empty and unfulfilled. so hot and bothered, worked up, your face flushed with heat. how could she just do that and walk away like nothing happened?

but truth be told, ellie is freaking the fuck out right now. face red, mind going crazy. all she hopes for is that you let her finish later.

[mosaickiwi]

Hey hey !!! Just wanted to say I really appreciate your writing, reading a fic of yours always brings me comfort :D

I was wondering if you’d be okay doing a body swap! AU between Angel and Ren/Redacted. You’re welcome to take whatever approach you deem fit, I’m curious as to what you come up with

thank you !!!

Thank you very much <33 Taking this as a warm up so I can remember wtf i'm doing!! So it's a HC list with a little blurb :3c most of my writing the past four months has been for my own projects/personal use lmao

Also happy day 5 yayyy yippee 🎉

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Body Swap!!

[REDACTED] in your body?? Thriving

Fascinated and loving it. Since they've been studying you for years he knows all the little physical quirks you have, but now he gets to experience them himself and it's weirdly exciting.

Additionally, NO ONE would realize anything was wrong. Acting like you would be even easier than getting into character for Haruko. Except he might not be able to help himself and do a little friendship sabotaging.

He's being extremely weird in private if you give him permission lmao

A little unsure of physical affection at first because of the self loathing. Of course he still wants it, but being on the other side of things has his thoughts all "that's how my scars feel to you? my hands are really this cold?" Notes for himself to keep plenty of hand warmers in his pockets.

Puts the collar of their shirt over his mouth like he's cold… but it's really just a quick excuse to sniff your clothes outright in public I'm so sorry.

You in his body?? Suffering

You bump your head on door frames, constantly hit your hip on counters, trip in your platform shoes if you're not used to them.

You're tired all the time??? You knew they hardly slept but it was THIS bad? The constant coffee and energy drinks are the only reason you don't fall asleep in the middle of conversations.

Piercings feel weird too if your angel doesn't have them. Constantly touching your tongue to the roof of your mouth, fiddling with your ears, etc. 

Unaware of your new strength. Picking up furniture is surprisingly easy. You probably broke a door lock when turning the key with a little too much force. 

Your friends are dismissive and standoffish with you. Can you blame them? At best he ignores them, and at worst you have to be physically between them (but closer to [REDACTED]) to keep both parties happy.

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"Watch your head," you heard from in front of you. 

You carefully ducked into the doorway to your apartment. It was hard to get used to your new height — and almost as hard to get used to hearing someone else use your voice.

The same couldn't be said of your partner. Not even thirty minutes had passed since the unfortunate incident, but [REDACTED] already seemed at home in your body. As if it was natural to him. 

While you panicked about suddenly swapping bodies in the middle of a hangout with your friends, he calmly made a plan. All you could do was follow along.

You'd observed them, dumbfounded as they perfectly mimicked your personality and mannerisms. He'd excused you both from the carnival early, and gotten you home without a hint of suspicion from anyone. It was unexpected and illogical, but his obsession with you clearly paid off.

No one seemed to notice — or care, since they weren't friends with him — that the pissed off emo their friend dragged around looked crazier than usual as you both left.

The door shut as you stumbled into the living room like a newborn fawn, your now shorter partner hovering at your side. How did he manage to wear three-inch platform boots while this tall? You tripped your way over to the couch with a sigh.

"I'm calling in sick tomorrow," you groaned into the armrest. The couch felt even more uncomfortable in his body. Inviting him over just to let him sleep on the couch one too many times probably warranted an apology. 

"We should be back t'normal in a few hours."

"Is that what WebDR said?" There was no response, but you threw out another question. "I guess we could kill time and watch a movie, what do you think?"

Again, he didn't answer. You heard the faintest sound of your phone vibrating and searched every inch of your outfit. When you found his phone instead, you sat up to look for him. 

The temporary owner of your body was standing just beside the couch, your phone still ringing in their hand, but his thumb hovering dangerously close to the screen. There was an annoyed frown on his face… your face? 

"Leon's calling," he finally said.

"Oh my god." You jumped up to snatch the phone away and hurriedly declined the call. 

Your partner's frown quickly turned to amusement at the situation. "Y'don't trust me t'play nice with him?"

"When you're using my voice? Fuck no." You texted an apology to Leon for leaving early, lied about your throat hurting so he wouldn't call back, then hid the device in one of your many pockets. "Oh wow." 

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing, I guess."

Staring down at your own face this closely was… off. You reached forward and grabbed their chin, turning it every which way as if something about it would change. 

"You really get to look at me from all the worst angles when you're this tall, huh?" you hummed to yourself. 

"And y'look perfect at every single one, love."

God, he was awful. "Ignoring you."

[sengenism]

nothing is going to beat gen doing insane mathematics and calculating senku's birthday to surprise him with an observatory... but let's talk about how senku had an entire thought process to surprise gen with his homemade cola too!

senku's guide on how to surprise a mentalist:

1) drop some hints that a certain mentalist's favourite cola is going to be made but don't be an idiot who makes it too obvious

2) leave the mentalist alone to find the carbonated water and raise his stupid hopes up

3) tease him further for getting them up in the first place, taking a page out of his (literal trashy) book...

4) predict his decision on staying behind and leave the last subtle hint that will push him to the right direction

5) ... and if you end up with a satisfied mentalist who will never leave your side, well, don't say you weren't warned!

[nextgenfoals]

Cosmos (Discord's ex in the comics) x Ditzy Doo!

Half Scarlet Kingsnake, half albino hyena, and all demigod of malice, one could reasonably assume Collateral is a malevolent creature… but he’s really not. It’s swoops in, speaks exclusively in tongue twisters, breaks a couple laws of physics, and then leaves. He doesn’t take anything seriously, but he’s only mildly annoying at worst.

~ Mod Ace ♥️

[fishgills]

some silly pokemon character blinkies i’ve made for myself & some friends :3 feel free to use/edit. no credit or link-back necessary

[iizuumi]

At least get cleaned up first!!

[psilliguykai]

soul threatening to turn the car around on the way to McWhole's

Ended up with them at the drive through because I thought having The Whole himself there would be funny lol.

Sorry it’s kinda shitty but uhhh here you go 😭

Same as last time, these requests are still open! If anyone wants to send in any CJ related (HMS or otherwise!) designs feel free to put them in my ask box :]

Scenes are alright too, but I’m less likely to do them since they’re a decent bit more time consuming for me and I’m gonna be busy as school picks back up.

[this was fun, tysm for the art req.!]

[jishthefish23]

haiii, if your taking requests rn, can i ask for a reader whos super stealthy and good at martial arts as stanley's lil sister?

and sometimes reader does sneak up on him now and then (which he sometimes can't detect) and has her hand or leg almost hitting pressure points on his body that could immobilise or potentially kill him? (but ofc reader knows not to dot hat)

they only have an age gap of 2 yrs btw

just general headcanons or a drabble or anything that you think is fitting

✰ challenge accepted ✰

notes: MY FIRST REQUEST OMG HEHEHE, OFC I CAN DO THAT <3 i’ll do a one-shot type thing, hope you enjoy and thanks for the request! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

warnings: anime watcher only so i’m basing his personality on that alone, but i’ll do my best to keep him in character >:3

word count: 2220

“STANLEY,” Xeno began talking to the man polishing his gun across the workshop table. “Could you perhaps grab a glass of water for me?”

The blonde was tempted to be snarky, but he also could use a drink after staring at the shiny weapon for the last hour.

“I could,” he placed the gun down gently, looking at the hard-at-work genius. “But don’t we have that kid to be our butler now?”

Xeno paused mid-pour of some chemical Stanley wasn’t paid enough to care about. Glancing up with a raised brow, it clicked what the soldier meant.

The doctor chuckled briefly. “If you’re referring to Gen, I’d rather not let the enemy handle something I’m ingesting.”

Stanley couldn’t argue with that, and Xeno knew that. That’s why the former shrugged and got up from his seat.

“Oh, and could you be a dear and hand me my screwdriver?”

Stanley shot him a look. “Whatever the princess wants,” he sarcastically replied, handing the (inanimate) tool to the (animate) tool.

After that exchange, the ex-military officer walked off.

When his partner-in-crime was out of earshot, Xeno evilly chuckled. He really surprised himself with his own sleigh of hand.

It was now officially all set up.

Making his way into the castle’s large kitchen, Stanley immediately noticed all the lights were off, which was highly unusual.

“Hm?” He tried to find the switch on the wall, but fell short.

A red light went off in his military-trained mind. Something was wrong. As he walked forward to find the light switch, the questions piled up.

‘Did that brat break his friends in?’

‘If so, how many are there?’

‘What weapons do they have?’

Before his thoughts could run away from him too much, the lights came back on, making him stop in his tracks and turn around.

He narrowed his eyes at the sneaky little (unconfirmed) traitor.

“Orry-say! I didn’t realize you were in here, I’m just so ungry-hay I had to search for some food,” the foreigner apologized in seamless English, crossing his arms over his stomach.

Stanley looked past him and saw his guard standing watch at the doorway. Good, that means he can go back to his original mission: getting the quack doctor and him some drinks.

“Okay..? Don’t care, kid.”

Turning his back to them, he opened some spotless cabinets, feeling calmer but still slightly on edge for some reason.

Gen had a smooth comeback ready as Stanley grabbed two glasses.

In the same moment, both got shattered to peices when a figure leapt down from the top of the cabinets and landed behind the gunslinger.

Stanley felt the wind and saw it from his peripheral. Meanwhile, Gen stumbled back on instinct, wondering if somehow Kohaku or Homura had snuck in to ambush the madmen.

Stanley ducked under the first swing, countering with an elbow jab of his own, but the person somersaulted backwards, uppercutting his chin with their foot in the process.

Whoever it was clearly had skills on par—no, better than Gen’s two allies. They were definitely trained in some form of martial art. Though, the mentalist wasn’t sure which one, that was Tsukasa’s specialty after all, not his.

Asagiri only knew two things. ‘I have an ad-bay feeling about this… and I really deserve some more cola.’

Snapping out of his head and tuning back into the fight, Stanley’s head jolted backwards and while he recovered, Gen’s guard bolted to take out the black-clothed ninja.

Of course, after daring to approach the masked assailant, they shot out their hands and harshly jabbed the guard’s arms, making both fall limp at his side.

Dropping low and sweeping his legs in one fluid move was also followed up by two fingers digging into pressure points on the guard’s knees.

Two piercing eyes were the only thing that could be seen from the potential assassin, while the rest was covered by clothing.

Both irises snapped up towards Gen, who stood there like a deer in headlights, until… they winked?

Now the psychology king was really confused.

But the fear came rushing back when a metallic click changed the entire tide of the fight.

Stanley had regained his equilibrium and retrieved the spare gun from his thigh holster. The safety had gotten thrown off, and he was ready to fire.

“Stay down,” he ordered, slowly walking over to the attacker still crouched on one knee.

The intruder listened, raising their hands in surrender—though Gen was positive their eyes revealed not once trace of giving up. Can he run for cover somewhere or…?

"Thread your fingers together behind your head."

Stanley stayed cautious at the person he was close to approaching, gun still raised towards their skull.

By now, Gen saw their strangely familiar eyes close, as if they were smiling behind their mask.

The wheels in his brain were turning slowly with the threat of being caught in crossfire (again.) But still.. his gut instinct told him to stay put.

"You deaf? Move already," the brown-eyed man barked out the order again, sharply.

A small chuckle sounded from the figure, causing a zap of concern snap through Stanley's body. He knew that voice.

"Wait—" his hold on the trigger loosened right as the perpetrator dropped their hands to the floor in front of them, kicking their leg up to disarm the gunman in one fell swoop.

“Hey!”

The metal of it clattered onto the cold tiles, sliding into the wall harshly. Stanley was reeling from the pain in his hand, while Gen thanked God that the potentially rickety stone-world gun didn't go off.

Spinning around and sending a kick to the tough man's torso, the attacker didn't fail to notice what little it did. Right—he was always a solid wall when it came to typical combat.

Stanley gave a short and gruff laugh as he jumped back, assuming a fighting stance. "Is this 'cause I used your favorite shirt as target practice, huh sis?"

‘IS-SAY?!’

Grinning under the mask, the woman hooked a finger on the rim, pulling it down to reveal her indeed familiar features—reminiscent of the man in front of her.

"Wrong as usual, y'dumb blonde," she snorted, lacing her fingers to crack them all at once.

Gen slowly reached for the cabinet beside him, where he remembered their bags of homegrown popcorn stayed. Scratch everything he thought before—this just! got! interesting!

Sibling drama? Sign him up. Whatever the kingdom of science was up to right now was not as entertaining as this.

"So you gonna tell me the reason for your tantrum, then? I mean, was paralyzing the guard really necessary?"

"No, Stan, I guess it wasn’t,” she thoughtfully replied, before shrugging. “But then again…”

The younger sister cheekily smirked, hands on her hips. “Neither was roping Xeno into this either.”

Gen gasped quietly into his sleeve, shoving more popcorn in. On no she did—n’t!

Stanley squinted his eyes at (who he assumed was) the liar in the family. “Xeno wouldn’t be involved in a stupid ploy like this.”

“He would if he’s getting data figures on how we react to unexpected invaders,” she pointed out, revealing a sensor around her wrist placed there by the mad scientist.

Clicked her tongue while shaking her head, she spoke. “You didn’t even realize he planted one on your wrist either, did you?”

Stanley instantly dropped his gaze to where Xeno barely made contact earlier, when taking the screwdriver from him—that little piece of shi—

“We both know he can’t resist a good experiment,” the younger sister chuckled, stretching her arms above her head.

“You’re such a good evil minion, though! Coming in here to fetch Doc Ock his drink only to get ambushed by me!” she hollered, swiftly running forward now.

Stanley prepared for the unavoidable kitchen confrontation, taking it in stride. Might as well get in some training.

“To answer your question,” the swift sibling paused as her hands just barely missed Stanley, before turning on her heel, sticking again.

And landing that one.

She grinned, sharp canines sparkling as his dominant hand went limp from her paralyzing his arm.

“I just need to get you back for when you forcibly made me your paintball target last week.” Her voice held little to no malice as she lunged forward again.

This was just how they always were together. Neither minded at the end of the day.

"You have no decorum in your old age,” Stanley scoffed out, bending backwards to avoid a jab to his neck—that would paralyze his entire body for a good hour.

“I’m literally two years younger than you,” she reminded, a smirk still tugging at the corner of her lips. “You were alive when Clinton was in office, y’old man!”

She jabbed her fingers into his other arm, earning a small hiss, mostly out of annoyance that she got another hit in. He couldn’t argue she was better at this type of combat than him—unfortunately.

If this was a shootout, he’d have her pinned down in seconds.

But, “Oh ear-day, that couldn’t have felt good…” it was not a shootout, it was a blowout.

With a jump into a scissor kick, Stanley was forced to the ground like that.

A brief grunt came from the older sibling as his face came in contact with the floor. Well that didn’t feel great—it slightly reminded him of his cadet days when he regularly got his backside handed to him.

A low whistle was let out by the fight’s victor. “It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had such an overwhelming victory.”

She leaned her boot into his mid back, keeping him down, simply causing Stanley to sigh.

“You literally won our sparring match two days ago. Idiot.”

“Oh? Sounds like someone is an ore-say oser-lay,” a certain trashy magician piped up smugly, finished with his popcorn.

Stabbing Gen with his razor sharp side-eye, the younger boy quietly yelped hiding his face behind his sleeves. “I mean! You did.. amazing! Marvelous! Spectacular!”

A snicker came from the twenty-seven year old. “You don’t have to lie to us, we both know I’m unmatched in combat."

"Yeah, only if you fight dirty," Stanley scoffed, pulling away to stand on his own. "Using a sneak attack to get my gun away from me is hardly a fair fight."

Peeling the wrist sensor off, the commander shoved it in his sisters hands and pushed past her with a restrained smirk.

"You got lucky, kid; don't get cocky just yet."

Brushing past the shorter mentalist, he glanced over his shoulder, golden eyes boring into the capable girl.

"You only get that right when you beat me at my strongest."

She smirked. “Alright then,” the confident girl replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Challenge accepted."

With a nod, the blond exited the kitchen and disappeared into the castle hallways—most likely to go strangle Xeno for involving him in one of his a wack-job experiments.

Now, the martial artist was alone with the kingdom of science's most loyal liar, making her walk right up to him.

Gen almost backed up out of self-preservation, but he got ahold of his nerves, putting on a million dollar smile that no one could see through.

"Yes, dear?"

"I'd like to join your pirate crew," she smiled with her eyes closed, hands swinging to connect behind her back.

“…”

‘AT-WHAY?!’ the twenty-two-year-old’s inside voice cracked at the request. Luckily for him, his external response was a different story.

“Bold of you to assume my loyalties are even slightly aligned with the—”

Gen so much as blinked and the woman in front of him was gone, followed by a sharp pain in his left hand.

The numbness infiltrated the wrist immediately, making it impossible for him to move it.

“I told you: you don’t have to lie,” she spoke through an eerie smile from behind the younger boy.

He whipped around and nervously laughed, holding his wrist with his right hand. Gen opened his mouth to spout more nonsense, but was once again cut off.

“You heard my numbskull brother, he wants a challenge, right?”

A dark look casted over her gleaming face, and Gen could only think how much she looked like Senku and himself when planning something that will ‘ten billion percent’ get them thrown to Hell.

“Well,” she took a step forward, lowering her face as she looked up at the mentalist. “I’ve been needing some new sparring partners since I’m pretty much unbeatable against the folks ‘round here.”

“So, riddle me this, Houdini,” she paused, walking behind Gen and hooking an arm around his neck. “What’s more challenging than teaming up with the enemies?”

After thinking it over, the magician let an evil smile.

“What’s more challenging, indeed?”

Senku was going to love this.

Fighter capable of taking Stanley down: ACQUIRED!

hi hiii <3 this was so fun to write! i’m so down to write more requests for anyone with ideas >:3

alright that’s all i got for you today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later!

-love, logan ꨄ

[cupids-rainbows]

Could I get an Edgar Electric Dreams 1984 stimboard?

Here it is! I hope you like it! (ˆ꒳ˆ)

Edgar (Electric Dreams 1984) stimboard !

💛 💛 💛 / 🖥️ 🖥️ 🖥️ / 🔌 🔌 🔌

[glitterrosesnzz]

can I ask something with a sick venti?i miss him trying to hide his wings even when he feels bad(imagine if he accidentally slaps the traveler with them)

as usual when it comes to me writing m/ondstadt, a bunch of characters who weren't intended to be here ended up showing up anyways-

~

When Aether entered the Dawn Winery, per the request of Diluc's message (which had been urgently sent via bird), the first thing he saw was Kaeya standing in the foyer.

"...Shouldn't you be upstairs helping out?" Aether asked. Kaeya avoided his eyes for a moment, then fixed him with an award winning smile that Aether was not the least bit fooled by.

"I got kicked out. ...For reasons." Kaeya said- and it was at this point that Aether belatedly noticed the layer of frost slowly melting off of the cavalry captain's hands.

"For reasons, huh?" Aether deadpanned, reaching into his pocket dimension and rummaging around for a moment. Eventually he seemed to find what he was looking for, as he pulled out a small bag. "Well- I guess you can do this then- I got some leaves from the Windrise tree and some other... tea stuff. At the very least adding the Windrise leaves to it should help Venti a little. ...I think."

"Ah, reduced to the job of boiling water." Kaeya took the offered bag and started walking in the direction of the kitchen.

"Don't burn it!" Aether called after him.

"Is it even possible to burn water?"

"I'm sure there are ways." A vivid memory of the last time the Raiden Shogun had tried cooking sprung to mind. Aether shook the thought out of his head, and turned and headed upstairs to the bedrooms. As soon as he got up there, he could make out the sound of voices coming from the guest room.

"Bard, get back in that bed right now or so help me-"

"I didn't take you as the type to infringe on other's freedoms, Master Diluc-"

"Alright, that's it-"

Aether opened the door at just the right time to witness Diluc grab Venti by the waist and lift him up and away from the window the anemo archon had clearly been trying to get to. Venti barely even struggled, although he did kick his legs a little bit, clearly trying half-heartedly to hit Diluc and not at all succeeding.

A quick glance to the side revealed that Jean was also in the room, her hand against her forehead in barely restrained frustration.

"Diluc, please be gentle with him." She said, quietly acknowledging the Traveler's presence with a small nod. Diluc didn't verbally respond to her, but Aether could've sworn he saw him roll his eyes.

Venti was practically pouting as he was placed back down onto the bed, crossing his arms and glaring at Diluc, which the other pointedly ignored. Aether finally got a chance to take in Venti's appearance- his hair was all mussed up, and one of his braids was coming undone. The ends of his hair were glowing with the teal of anemo, and that, combined with the flush on his face, was all the information Aether needed to know that Venti was most likely running a fever.

It was only once Aether was standing directly beside the bed that Venti finally took notice of him.

"Oh, hey Traveler!" Venti sniffled a little, rubbing his nose against his sleeve. "Would you mind telling these two that I am perfectly fine enough to make a lil trip to Old Mondstadt?"

"Ha, nice try." Aether said, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside Venti. "Diluc specifically called me in as reinforcement."

"Oh c'mon, I'm clearly fi-ihh...hIH-" The teal glow in Venti's hair flared brighter as his eyes slipped shut. Jean and Diluc hurriedly stepped back away from the bed-

Aether didn't quite get the memo in time.

"Hh'NGkT-chiew!!" Venti doubled over with a stifled sneeze, his wings appearing and unfolding- smacking Aether in the face and knocking him off the bed. The Traveler remained on the floor for a moment, stunned. After a second, he pushed himself up, catching the moment Venti's wings drooped down with exhaustion- and a bit of guilt.

"...Sorry, Traveler." He muttered, retracting his wings with a visible grimace, his body shuddering. Aether frowned, re-taking his position of sitting on the bed- albeit in a spot he was less likely to get smacked by a wing.

"It's fine." Aether said, "Wouldn't it be easier if you just left your wings out, though?"

"Uhh..." Venti rubbed at his nose again, tilting his head to the side a little and avoiding eye contact. Off to the side, Jean and Diluc let out near identical sighs.

"We've been trying to tell him that for the past two hours." Jean said, "He hasn't listened."

Venti fully looked away from them, muttering something about the possibilities of maids walking in at any time. Diluc opened his mouth, clearly about to say something about how he'd sent all the Dawn Winery staff home for the day-

There was a loud crash from the kitchen, startling everyone, followed by a curse that was surprisingly loud enough to reach up to the second floor.

"...I gave Kaeya the job of making tea." Aether said, "How could you possibly mess up at making tea?"

Diluc glanced upwards as though he was praying for a miracle- though he likely wasn't actually praying, considering his god was sitting sick directly in front of him. He turned and marched out of the room, Jean hurriedly moving to follow him- briefly glancing back and silently asking with her expression if Aether could handle Venti on his own. The Traveler gave her a nod in return, and she quickly followed Diluc down the stairs.

Venti stared at Aether.

Aether stared at Venti.

Slowly, as though Aether wasn't staring directly at him, Venti got off of the bed, and on somewhat shaky legs, started making his way towards the window.

Aether patiently waited until Venti was right in front of the window before he launched off of the bed, quickly grabbing onto Venti's shoulders, pulling him back away from the window.

"Aw, c'mon!" Venti whined as Aether started gently pushing him back towards the bed. "Just a tiny trip to Ol-hH-.... Old MondstahH-"

Venti's hands started moving up to his face-

Aether spun Venti around so that he was facing him, grabbing hold of one of Venti's wrist with one hand, and placing his other hand against the back of Venti's head, gently bringing Venti closer to him. Venti squirmed, shaking his head and trying to choke back hitching breaths.

"Hey, it's okay." Aether said, "Trust me."

Even if Venti wanted to protest to that, he didn't really get much choice in the matter.

"Hihh-hH'ISsH-iew!! Hh...hEH'EtSHchiew!!" Venti had no choice but to sneeze into Aether's shoulder, his wings unfurling, one of them smacking into the wall of the room. Aether winced a little at that, figuring it was definitely bruised at least. Venti's wings twitched, and then he was surging forwards with three more sneezes. "Heh- hEH'Tt-shiew! Hh'EtSHiew!! Hh- hihH- hH'ITsHhiew!!"

Aether barely held back a shiver at the sensation of anemo energy that now filled his veins, smirking a little as Venti pulled back, clear surprise on his face.

"...Um." Venti blinked slowly, seemingly processing, and Aether used the opportunity to guide him back to the bed, carefully maneuvering around Venti's wings.

"There we go." Aether said once Venti was sitting down, "You don't have to go to Old Mondstadt anymore, right?"

"....I... guess not?" Venti said, just the slightest bit dazed. A thought seemed to cross his mind, clearing some of the haze from his eyes. "Ah- but, you'll get sick if I keep-"

"Oh, please." Aether scoffed, "I don't get sick."

Venti stared at him with something in between disbelief and being completely and utterly unimpressed.

"No, seriously, I've never been sick in my life." Aether continued, "Never."

Venti opened his mouth, ready to question him-

Another crash, much louder than before, rang out from the kitchen, followed by three different panicked shouts, along with what Aether was certain was the sound of Diluc summoning his claymore. Aether threw his hands up in frustration.

"It is not that hard to make tea! They've literally all done it before!" He said, making his way to the door. He paused in the doorframe, turned around, and pointed at Venti.

"Stay there. I'll be back in a second." He said, and then vanished down the hall. Venti stared unblinkingly at the door for a solid minute, and then sighed, laying down on his side, his wing folding overtop of him like a blanket. If he was going to have to stay here, he might as well get comfortable...

He must've fallen asleep at some point, cause when he next opened his eyes, there was a cup of tea on the nightstand beside him, and Aether was sitting there, looking slightly singed.

"...The art of making tea is more complicated than you'd think." He said, and Venti made a mental note to himself to later ask what in Teyvat had happened in that kitchen.

[arachnidcakery]

tosses these near you like pamphlets and runs away <3

[scruffedknife]

greetingssss do you kind drawing a ship of mine, cheesy x bow? not sure how I came up whit that but I love it and really wanted to see them in yur style/nf

[nextgenfoals]

Zephyr Breeze and Feather Bangs maybe?

True Self moonlights as a drag queen every other night in Manehattan. He emphasizes self care and love in his performances, and loves doing his makeup and painting his hooves even when he’s not onstage.

Also, I’m keeping him. I love him so much <3

~ Mod Ace ♥️

[originalvisual]

hi friends! like i promised, i'm finally opening gg requests here!

what you can request:

mv sets (full mvs)

idol + facecam (give me date or let me pick)

ending fairy comps (1 or 2 members per set)

you can ask for any groups/soloists i like/know - it's okay if i'm not a fan but i will refuse if it's someone i dislike or i'm uncomfortable giffing (the list includes groups with mostly miniors like nj or illit, and idols like soyeon, hyuna + ppl who recently supported her etc etc. if you follow me, you probably know).

you can request multiple things, just send separate asks for each one!

i will update this post when i close requests (and it's gonna happen when i decide i got enough).

i'm slow and i have a lot going on irl atm so please don't get upset if you have to wait a bit.

done sets will be tagged with #requests.

[iizuumi]

They're flirting sparring