#and once even succeeded!! :D <3

[reaperkiller]

christ, forgive these bones i've been hiding, and the bones i'm about to leave

[vargaslovinghours]

Requestober 2023: Vargas Edition

The playlist has returned for this year! There will be a few in between, but it should be updating at least once a week on either Wednesday or Friday or both - keep an eye out for your req(s)!

I considered a couple different lines for day 1 - there are just so many Narrator lines that could work for Scriabin! Any of the many times where the Narrator is being sadistic, it all just works. Plus, it’s fun to imagine Scriabin trapping Edgar in the same way, just shoops a wall right into his path haha

But in the end I went for one of the tags I left myself on the original TSP/Vargas crossover doodles, it does still live in my head rent-free after all. You can see in the background that those “invisible” tears were intended from the beginning as well :3c

There’s also something funny to me about Scriabin using the word “rubbish” haha ♪ How posh

Edgar, as usual, getting blame for something that was definitely his Narrator, I mean Scriabin’s fault lol

I really wasn’t sure what to do with day 2 at first - I’m too scared to watch any of the SAWs, or look them up on YouTube >~< I tried finding transcripts with stage direction or people describing them in text online but I couldn’t really find anything, I really do appreciate my friend for telling me about one haha. Even with that though, I still had to do a lot of guesswork! Something about wrists, fear, not doing well - Scriabin is very cute hiding behind Edgar but it’s still not very obvious what the theme is, huh?

I was able to find a very brief animation of I think? the trap that had been described to me but even that was a bit much for me :’D I was a very wimp that day! I didn’t even have it in me to draw the trap itself in the sketch! There’s something a bit ominous about not being able to see into the trap completely, only the blood pooling at the bottom ♪ But I’m still happy I went with what I did in the end, though I did have to change Scriabin’s dialogue from fear to accusation - though that tracks for him haha

Day 3 was silly and therefore easy to whip up haha ♪ The angst is done, the blood is done, this leaves only kisses! Any opportunity to use my pencils to make kiss-marks, I will take lol. Clearly this is what the prompt was pointing at! Obviously! Lol

If you look, Jake’s lips are painted pink and Scriabin’s red, and they have each other’s lipstick marks on their faces lol - I am attention to detail when it comes to kisses ♪

I did still end up making an alt even after pretty much decided on the first one, it’s still fun to think about Scriabin interacting with Jake before he gets his own body ♫ He’s so smug lol, at least they’re easy to cover! Ish! Mostly! Probably itch tho lol

Day 5, yaaay some Biblical Edgar <3 I have been out of practice drawing wings lately so they’re basically just Big Shapes here lol, it’s all about blocking out the space they’ll take for when it’s cleaned! I am quite happy with how he turned out digitally, his cute face ♥

Day 7 got a couple passes as well before settling! It’s a theme lol, though there were both kidverse! The prompt mentioned “brothers” but that doesn’t necessarily mean when they were kids - they can be silly and sibling-like even After, they have the range. Still, Edgar pushing him on the swing as a kid was a cute idea so I’m glad I at least scratched it down haha. Why’s he so heavy? He’s dense ♪

The alt was the winner tho! I love how much like a bug Scriabin looks here haha, how could he have possibly seen this coming??

Day 8′s sketch was done outside in the dark actually, stargazing very appropriate!  You can kinda see me go back and forth on their clothes in the moment lol, Edgar’s striped shirt visible on his upper arms underneath his long sleeves and I still ended up going with a scarf! I also planned to make their breath clouds but I forgot them in the end, that background took up a lot of my focus lol. Also how come Edgar’s feet turned out better here than in the final version >:P

Gaster! A warmup for Day 9 since it’s been a bit since I’ve drawn him, especially with the cracks in his face! Scriabin is annoying his offscreen so it still totally counts as being Vargas-themed lol

Their poses were a bit subdued initially so I knew I wanted to try again, but at the same time there are a lot of elements here that I liked! Especially their hands, Gaster holding his hands in fists at his sides rather than speaking to Scriabin through sign language, and Scriabin with his flourish-opened palm, inviting ♪

Actual pose skeletons lol, though Gaster’s was a bit top-heavy. It all worked out in the end at least :)

Day 11 was a very fun concept! Turning Scriabin into an Enderman was an especially fun idea if Edgar could figure/find out that he could hide from him using a pumpkin mask, though I’m sure that would make Scriabin mad as well once he found him haha. Just sneeaaak quietly behind him, he’ll never know! Also the pumpkin having Edgar’s glasses, goatee, and scars carved into it haha <3

All the same, I’m glad I went with what I did - Scriabin’s pose is so much more dynamic! Very fun! His hands and his legs, and the way his coat flares out! Plus putting his Ender teeth on display was a lot of fun haha ♪ Poor Edgar can’t catch a break no matter what world he’s in, at least I didn’t actually turn him into a sheep lol

Day 12, yaaaay I finally got to Uncle Jake! So nervous <3 Don’t break the baby, don’t hurt him don’t move too much ahhh! Haha, terribly cute ♥ I do still really love how confident Edgar is here - he’s usually so nervous around Jake, but oh how the tables! Dadgar with a support system <3 His FWB comes to say hi to his son, it’s very wholesome hehe ♪

Day 13 was actually drawn way of out of order, between several of the later days and even day 12 I think lol, it’s so hard to convince my brain to listen to new music haha. It was quite a lot of fun making the text not look like it’s “spoken,” outside of a text bubble hehe, I don’t do that too often! And of course still deeply inspired by his palette challenge, it is too pretty to not pull from every not and again <3

Honestly I initially had no ideas for day 14, and yet this was still the only sketch I ended up with! My earworm at the time came in clutch, honestly do listen to Everything In You it’s such pretty yearning starcrossed song ah <3 All these musical doodles haha ♪ Sweetness sweetness <3

And of course when they’re that close there has to be a kiss! Scriabin is surprised, but how much? :3c Edgar giving Scriabin kisses of his own accord 💖 That theme never really left me either hehe

Day 27, the last Vargas day! Had to get in one Snake Charmer before the end huh haha ♪ It’s too bad my Ladyverse!Naga idea was a bit too long or I would’ve done that, but I’ll never turn down the potential for pretty clothes! And spiders for that matter haha, I went with the Acanthoscurria Geniculata - Brazilian Whiteknee again :) As much as I love Scriabin as a Bold Jumper, tarantulas just have such gorgeous proportions! And of course, I always enjoy drawing Lady!Scriabin, so it was doubly fun to draw her as a spider :)

That’s all of this year’s Vargas sketches! A fun bunch! And it was fun to mix a few others in as well :D

[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Long story short: my old acc got terminated for no reason so I'm reposting all this💀👍

Summary: Soap invited Male Reader to join Ghost and his favorite documentaries about dinosaur fossils :D (Ghost very loves dinosaurs y'all cannot tell me otherwise).

Word count: 1950

Warnings: Nothing. It's all fluff this time.

You lost track of time and ended up stopping only when your whole body screamed at you to rest. Looking up from the training gears, you realized that there was no one left in the room. It was a habit of you to ignore everyone and everything surrounding you when it is not necessary, or maybe it’s more like a coping mechanism, since this little tricky skill prevented you from taking in redundant information, such as a close group of men joking around with each other.

This very common sight in the military and especially in the training ground always succeeded in rendering you uncomfortable, and a vague but stingy feeling prevails over your chest, sometimes so badly that it even made breathing difficult.

No matter how hard you tried to brush it aside, dismissing it as something trivial and irrelevant, you knew damn well the cause of it: You once wished to belong to a group of friends that were so close that you all would spend time doing everything together, going on mission, training, drinking, and getting drunk together at the bar. Obviously, it had never happened. It never would, judging from how every time it was only you who got left behind, drowning yourself in overpriced alcohol and your own overwhelming emotions.

It was pitch black outside as you left the training centre. You dragged your fatigued body back to the base of your Task Force, but surprisingly, in contrast to your current physical state, your mind felt empty for now. In a good way. No burdening streams of thoughts, not a single fuck given about how others saw you. You felt kind of free.

‘Guess it’s a good point for not being around people.’ On your sweat-strained face drew a genuine smile. Some people would think that it was weird to smile over something like this, not having any close people around you and just spending your entire day loitering around, doing something you considered to be productive but by no means enjoyable. To them, you were not living a life. You were only surviving through it.

Not that you would complain though. Nor were you in the position to be able to complain about it.

Your blurred vision and the dull pain in your chest reminded you that you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, which was almost 10 hours ago. Slowly making your way to the kitchen, you decided to turn a blind eye to the kitchen sink and approached the fridge, hoping that they’d be kind enough to leave you some leftovers.

What greeted you in the fridge confounded you as you looked at a carefully prepared dish wrapped in aluminum foil with a sticky pink note on top of it.

‘want to call ya 4 dinner earlier but ya seem to enjoy the training a lot. plz eat this when ya done with the training~’ was written on the piece of paper together with a little ugly and distorted heart shape, which made you chuckle. It was not difficult to guess who left this for you. You shook your head in amusement while putting the dish into the microwave oven.

Sitting down at the empty table in the dimly lit dining room, you slowly enjoyed the meal that Soap had saved for you. Then again, amid the quiet atmosphere that was free of any stimulations, your mind began to do the thing that it excelled in, drifting away. Your unusually calm thoughts appeared like a grainy film rolling before your eyes, replaying every delightful moment that you had shared with the Scottish and other team members, like when you, Soap, Gaz, and Roach pulled a whole prank on Price during your team’s vacation while Ghost sat behind and watched with amusement in his eyes. Or when you and Roach hid one of Price’s hats unknowing that it was a piece of memorabilia of his old teammate, and as result, making that poor old dad all stressed out finding it everywhere. Or when Price decided to catch you two and make you face the consequences of your actions that time and you were so scared that you never run that fast out of battle before. Or when you had no choice but to hide behind Ghost as he was watching his favorite boring documentaries, and he looked down at you obviously contemplating whether he should help you or not as you tried to convince him with your big puppy eyes. Or when you disobeyed Price’s orders to turn back and save Soap when he fell into the enemy’s trap and was pushed into the corner.

You laughed to yourself at this point, remembering vividly what a mess that time was. You two almost blindly fired your guns at the swarm of enemies circling you. As you barely escaped, Soap cursed very loudly in Scottish while his hand threw bombs toward your enemies. It was a mission that you would never forget, a piece of memory that you’d take to the grave, not only because of how badly injured you were and the prolonged period of time you had to spend in the hospital, but also because of how Soap looked at you. After that near-death experience, whenever your eyes and his met, his eyes evidently softened, and you enjoyed every little second of it. It made you feel like, eventually, you were special to someone, like you weren’t just anybody, but someone unique that was closely linked to a hardly forgettable remembrance. It raised your hope–something that you had thought to never regain, since at least when you died, there would still be one person who would keep the image of you inside one of their billion fragments of memory.

Of course, after the certain mission, both you and Soap were heavily reprimanded by Kate and Price, you for the obvious reason of disobeying orders, and Soap for his stupid addiction to blowing things up, which worsened you two’s already horrendous injuries because at the time of the explosion you were still too close to the spot.

“What are you smiling about?” You jumped at the sudden voice that broke the room’s silence.

Soap laughed at your reaction, “Why are you so tense?” He sat down, being so near to you that your thighs touched each other. He threw his big muscular arm over your shoulder, grinning broadly, “Temme, what is so fun that you smile like that?”

“It’s nothing.” You blushed at how close you two were, silently praying that the light of the room was too feeble for him to notice.

He pinched your face, causing you to grimace, “I don’t believe ya. It’s so rare to see ya smile so cutely like this. Must have some special reason.”

Definitely you could not tell him that you were thinking of the team, and especially him, so you decided to keep silent and enjoy your meal. Maintaining eye contact was like torture to you, so your eyes were just glued to the plate until you finished. Therefore, you also missed his eyes, along with how he looked at you.

From Soap’s point of view, all that he could see at that moment was how lovely his boy was. The way his big puppy eyes widened when he suddenly talked. The way his body which was athletic but so slender when compared to Soap’s trembled slightly as he jumped. How the faint blush quickly deepened and then spread from his handsome adorable face to his delicate neck. The nice and warm feeling that Soap’s fingers felt when he pinched the boy’s cheek. And also how his long eyelashes shadowed his eyes as he looked down at his plate of food. It was so lovely that Soap volunteered to be trapped in this moment forever.

As you’d done eating and washing the dish, you came back into the dining room and saw Soap still sitting there.

The Scot chuckled at your expression, “What is that face, Y/n? Are you that annoyed because I’m still here?”

You unknowingly pouted, which only made you look even cuter in his eyes, “No.”

“Ghost is watching his stupid boring documentaries again. Wanna join?”

“You came here from the TV room?”

“Yeah. Now do you come or not?”

You scoffed, “Are you inviting me nicely or just gonna coerce me into it anyway?”

Soap didn’t reply, just amusingly shrugged his shoulders.

“Fine, I’ll come.”

“That’s my boy!” The older man approached you, then threw his arm over your shoulder again. Judging from how you barely kept up with his pace in this awkward position, he definitely coerced you into this by all means.

When you two arrived, the light in the TV room was turned off, and the only source of light left was the TV screen. Ghost was sitting on the sofa alone, eyes glued to the screen that was playing some kind of dinosaur fossils, while Price was sleeping in his favorite spot–the single couch. You swiftly looked around to see if Gaz and Roach were here or not, only to find the two idiots hugging each other on the carpet, drooling and snoring loudly.

Ghost turned his head to look at you and Soap as you were literally pushed into the room by the Scot. His out-of-nowhere eagerness strangely made you laugh.

“Daddy chill.” You jokingly said and sat down beside Ghost, completely overlooking how Soap’s flippant expressions froze for brief seconds.

“Finished your dinner?” Ghost suddenly spoke up.

You were taken aback simply because the masked man hardly ever cared what others were doing with their life outside of missions, particularly for some trivial things like taking care of your daily needs.

“Y-yes, Sir!”

Soap burst into laughter, so hard that he fell to your side, hugging his belly.

“LMAO! What was that, Y/n??? You’re scared of Ghost that much???”

“What? What???” You frowned in confusion. You were even more confused when you heard a soft chuckle from the masked man that was sitting on your left.

“Why are you two laughing? There’s nothing funny!”

“It is funny! Do you see how you shudder like a puppy under Ghost’s glare? I wish I had recorded it!”

“Gosh! I hate you Soap!” You growled under your breath as you launched your whole body into him while Soap was still barely able to put himself together from his stupid sense of humor.

You two soon began to fight each other, giggling like two mischievous kids, completely forgetting that there was Ghost right next to you, who probably got accidental punches and kicks continuously by the unaware manchildren. However, the masked man was not mad at you two for disturbing him from enjoying his favorite show at all; instead, he often stole glances at you two with pure delight in his eyes. Seeing you finally being able to relax among the team was a sight that he wanted to witness all his life. It would take more time for you to pull down the walls you had built around yourself and let them come inside, but for now, this was already enough.

After a while, the giggling and fighting noises abated. You were sleeping soundly, face on Soap’s broad chest and arms around his waist. Soap’s eyes softened as he looked at how peaceful you were at the moment, before looking up to meet Ghost’s. The two men stayed in their position, didn’t move an inch, until Soap fell his eyelids become heavier and fell asleep as well, and Ghost turned off the TV, thereby extinguishing the only source of light in the room. He rested his head on your lower back, slowly drifting off.

To be continued...

[prodshima]

love languages (two) 𖤐

warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)

characters: kuroo & hajime

notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!

-> click here for: [ part one ]

kuroo tetsuro - acts of service

kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.

you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?

well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.

—

“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open

you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other

just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.

“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags

kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”

you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”

sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch

“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag

“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers

your mouth drops open in shock

just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours

kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.

“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips

“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”

he smirks

sneaky little shit.

iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation

it’s one of those days again.

those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people

it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.

but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.

he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head

-

“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face

how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?

you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day

it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street

and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him

“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom

hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you

and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day

hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"

he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there

perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.

[neuvillettes]

killshot | d. ragnvindr

summary | the knights of favonius celebrate their new recruits at angel’s share tavern and one of them happens to catch the owner’s eye.

pairing | diluc x fem!reader

warning | swearing, smut, degradation, spitting, dacryphilia, mean diluc, virgin!reader, thigh riding, oral {fem recieving}, exhibitionism, gagging, plugging, panty stealing, heavily unedited, i think that’s everything rip

wc | 4.3k

a/n: i am incapable of writing smut without a plot rip. pls don’t come at me for it >.<

noisy. they were all being too loud. although you guess that was par for the course for the, now, drunkards you call colleagues. most of you had just been initiated into the knights of favonius, so your superior, cavalry captain kaeya alberich, insisted on taking you all out for drinks in celebration. initially you’d declined, not one for drinking, but he insisted. kaeya was unusually persistent about it, in fact. wanting to stay on his good side, you caved. now everyone was about 3-4 drinks in and you were currently regretting your decision to join.

you huff in annoyance as you relocate yourself to the bar, trying to get away from the noise without just outright leaving. not a moment later, kaeya is very loudly asking for you and you sigh again, trying not to roll your eyes as you watch the tall man saunter over to you. you make an effort to look unbothered by his presence and by the beaming smile on the captain’s face you seem to have succeeded.

“what’re you doin’ over here, fair knight?” kaeya leans on the bar while facing you, brow raised questioningly.

you let out a soft chuckle. “ just taking a breather, not much of a drinker and i can only take so much of those drunkards. i’ll come back in a bit.”

kaeya’s attention is momentarily taken by something else behind you before his eyes connect with yours once more. “promise?”

“yeah, promise. now go, before the other recruits do something stupid.” you shoo him as he mumbles something about not being a babysitter.

you observe them for a moment, everyone flocking to kaeya, you couldn’t imagine attracting that much attention, perfectly content with being in the shadows. kaeya, however didn’t seem to mind the attention. he even seemed to thrive on the admiration being thrown his way by the other recruits. your roll your eyes, do they have no shame? admiration is one thing, but outwardly throwing yourself at a superior like some of them were was borderline pathetic.

you sigh, wishing you had a buffer here with you. you weren’t particularly close with any of your colleagues. you tended to keep to yourself, or at least you tried. it was hard to keep attention off yourself when the cavalry captain had some sort of special interest in you. he was always admiring your form and dedication to training. you never understood it, you never thought you were any better than the rest of the recruits. kaeya alberich baffled you.

“the cavalry captain seems to have taken a liking to you, fair knight.” a silky and deep voice states from behind you.

you swivel in your stool to find the most stunning man you’ve laid your eyes upon. his fluffy, long, fiery red mane is pulled up into a high ponytail, loose bangs framing his face. his ruby eyes are piercing, glowing like the embers of a fire. he’s wearing a white vest over a partially unbuttoned black dress shirt with short sleeves that are rolled up to showcase his surprisingly large biceps. your stomach twists in knots just at the sight of him.

it takes you a moment to come out of your stupor to absorb what the bartender had said and you furrow your brow. “it does seem that way, doesn’t it?” you sigh while you pick up your cup to finish off your juice.

“oh? you’re not interested?” he notices your empty glass and goes to grab an unlabeled wine glass.

you’re quick to correct his actions. “ah- i’m actually drinking-“

“grape juice. don’t worry, i noticed. kaeya was very insistent with charles and i about making a glass of juice every time he came over for another round. i took note of who it was going to, just in case someone else came for drinks. this-“ he holds up the bottle, “is from my personal stash, kaeya is aware that i keep a case of hand made grape juice here.”

you blush at the thought of him paying attention to you. “i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have assumed…”

“i’ll be the first to admit, it does look deceivingly a lot like wine. you didn’t answer my question earlier.” he raises an eyebrow at you.

you scrunch up your nose in distaste. “you caught on to that, huh? i’m not sure i’m inclined to answer that, seeing i don’t even know your name.”

“diluc. i’m diluc ragnvindr. it’s a pleasure to meet you…?”

your eyes widen at the name. you were quite familiar with it, having a mother that grew up in mondstadt. “you’re… uhm- yn ln. it’s nice to meet you as well.”

diluc watches a blush creep up onto your face, a blush his former brother was unable to make appear. despite his contempt toward the captain, diluc had to admit, kaeya had taste. you intrigued him, but more importantly, you intrigued kaeya. that made diluc want to toy with all the more.

“have you heard of me?” diluce easiy smiles and it seems to make you even more nervous.

you can’t help but to look away from his piercing gaze. “i might have heard a thing or two about you from some of the more seasoned knights. kaeya has even mentioned you by name a few times.”

“hope it was nothing bad.” the way you say kaeya’s name so easily, with a smile on your face makes diluc grind his teeth. you were so sweet and innocent, it made him want to absolutely ruin you. just then the group of knights become rowdier and burst into loud laughter and shouting. the red head observes as you cringe at the rise in volume and tap your fingers on your glass.

“you know, if you wanted to get away from all this noise for a moment, i could show you to the upstairs area. i close it off for private events like this.” your face brightens up at the mention of getting some actual peace, away from prying eyes.

you nod enthusiastically. “that would actually be amazing. i’m not one for all this noise. so to be able to escape it for a few moments? i think i’ll take you up on that offer.”

diluc nods at you with a grin before whispering something at the other bartender. the older man gives diluc a knowing look, that the both of you miss as he escorts you towards a roped off staircase. you make sure kaeya, or any of the other knights aren’t paying any attention to you as you slip away to the second floor with a man you just met. you didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression.

diluc has other ideas, however. as you ascend the staircase diluc sneaks a glance at kaeya, who just happened to be looking up in that direction, they lock eyes before kaeya’s attention is drawn away by the disappearing figure behind the former knight. diluc puts the rope back in place behind him before following you up the stairs with a smug smile. leaving kaeya downstairs to chug the rest of his wine, feeling defeated.

you didn’t know what you were expecting, but seeing diluc join you surprised you nonetheless. “oh, are you sure you want to stay up with me? i’m rather boring…”

something in the man’s demeanor has changed. it made you nervous and excited all at once. diluc strides over to you and you stumble into a table. he traps you as he leans in and places his hands on either side of you, making himself eye level with you.

“you know what’s annoying?” his voice is lowered, almost husky as his breath fans over your face. you lean back and look up at him through your lashes.

“w-what is?”

diluc hooks his finger under your chin and runs his thumb across your cheek as his eyes wander to your parted lips. “that my fraud of a brother gets to work with someone such as yourself, someone so absolutely gorgeous, every day when he doesn’t deserve it and you deserve more.”

“brother? kaeya’s your…?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, this being the first time you’ve heard of any relationship between the seemingly polar opposite men.

the man luring over you chuckles condescendingly. “you must not be from mondstadt originally, most everyone here knows my father took kaeya in when we were children. to an outsider, however, since we are no longer close, they wouldn’t know. so, pet, where are you from?”

“a-ah… that obvious?” you chuckle nervously at the name. a blush rises to your face as his scent of cinnamon wafts over you and lingers in your nose, intoxicating you, “i’m from…fontaine, b-but my mother… she’s originally from mondstadt. she taught me to fight and- and when i got my vision…i made the decision to follow in her footsteps and become a knight of favonius.”

diluc hums and pulls away from you, but he clearly has no plan of letting you go. he pulls you with him and before you know it, he has you stumbling into his lap, straddling one of his thighs as he sits with his legs spread out. you make a noise of surprise and he laughs through his nose. his hands engulf your hips and his warmth invades your very being.

the dawn winery tycoon is more intoxicating than any alcohol you could drink in this tavern. he was dangerous, and yet, you found yourself giving in. your mind is going fuzzy like the very drunkards loudly cackling down below you, all you can think about is him and you stare at his lips, wondering what they feel like, what he tastes like, how sultry can he really make you feel?

diluc pushes you further into him, as if he can hear your thoughts, and glances at your mouth before leaning himself in the rest of the way and captures your lips. the kiss is heated and rough, he takes no time in trying to be gentle with you and you don’t try and stop him. the grip diluc has on your hips tightens, bruisingly so. he moves them to bring you as close as he can.

the friction causes you to whine out in surprise, the feeling of your clothed cunt grinding on his thigh sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. diluc smirks into the kiss and takes the opportunity to sink his tongue into your mouth and teases your own. he moves your hips back and forth a few more times before you begin to do it on your own. between the stimulation of his thigh and his mouth you can’t help but to let out whimpered gasps.

your hands are planted on his broad shoulders, bracing yourself as you move desperately back and forth. your fingers gripping onto the fabric of his shirt, knuckles lightened from the pressure. you detach your mouth from diluc’s, throwing it back as you heavily pant, trying to catch your breath as you muffle your noises.

diluc snickers. “didn’t even have to keep moving you, pet, you just started doing it on your own. you just that desperate, hm? look at you panting like a bitch in heat, it’s so pathetic. look at me.”

he lets go of one of your hips to grab your jaw and forces your head down to look at him. you’re gaze is unfocused, eyes glazed over in pleasure. diluc’s words fall on deaf ears as you’re close to reaching your first climax. you let out another whine ashis grip on your jaw tightens and his other grip shoves you down harder on his thigh.

“master diluc- sir, p-please…” you’re not sure what it is, exactly, that you’re asking for, but diluc does.

his lids flutter at the name you utter while babbling, and it makes him snap even further. he squeezes your cheeks roughly. “open up. now.” he orders.

you utter out, “yes, sir, but- fuck- gonna… gonna cum, ‘m s’close. please….” before you do as you’re told, unable to miss the authority in his voice. you open your mouth, instinctually sticking your tongue out for him.

diluc hums, “so good for me, fair knight. take this first, then you can cum, alright?”

the red head doesn’t wait for your response as he tilts your head back and hovers his face over yours once again. he lets a string of spit fall into your mouth and your eyes widen at how lewd the action is. when the saliva hits your tongue you let your eyes roll back at the taste of him. he holds your mouth open letting the rest messily spill in. the last of it trailing off and drooling over your lip. diluc notices and licks up any excess then lets go of your face.

“swallow.” diluc demands and as you do so, the tightening coil inside of you finally snaps and you release a garbled moan. doing as he told and barely being able to wait to let yourself reach your peak. in your euphoria you slump over and bite into diluc’s shoulder in an attempt to mute your noises. it’s not very effective but it’s enough to keep your noises from reaching the tavern patrons below. diluc hisses at your noise canceling methods but can’t help the way his cock twitches at the feeling.

you’re still reeling from your orgasm as diluc cups your ass and picks you up. you gasp in surprise as the sudden movement catches you off guard. within the same moment, you’re being laid out on the table you were previously sitting at. despite having come down from your high, your mind is still foggy and it takes you a moment to fully register what’s happening. that is until diluc’s hands are traveling up your body and hooks his fingers at the waistband of your spandex pants that, in diluc’s mind, don’t leave much to the imagination.

as diluc peels back the clothing, exposing your skin and glistening cunt, you immediately shut your legs. you’re not used to someone gazing upon your most intimate parts. it made you weary, yet, you didn’t want to stop. diluc catches on to your actions and furrows his brow. he’s silent for a moment as the two of you just stare at one another. then something akin to a light bulb turning on brightens up diluc’s face in realization.

his voice is incredulous as he speaks, “what’s this? my fair knight, have you never been touhed before”

a blush flourishes on your features and you find it hard to keep eye contact. you turn your head in embarrassment and bring the back of your hand up to cover the bottom half of your face. “the opportunity- it’s n-never arisen, no….”

diluc hums and you see him lower to his knees from the corner of your eye. you look over to him in surprise as he grips your thighs and pulls you into him. his mouth level with your core. you can feel his warm breath fanning over your needy cunt and you squirm.

“w-what are you…”

diluc raises a brow at you in amusement. “i need to make sure your properly prepared before you can take my cock, pet.”

your eyes widen at his words. “diluc…”

“i much prefer the name you called me earlier.” he tuts, giving you a look of playful disappointment.

your eyebrows scrunched together before what he meant hits you. “sir…”

the tycoon hums in approval and darts out his tongue to lick a stripe up your drooling cunt. your hands immediately fly to his mane and tug. you’re given another hum of approval and you don’t have time to worry whether you were pulling too harshly. he repeats his previous ministrations before pulling back and scolding you.

you whine at the loss of contact, eyes flying open to gape at him. “you’re far too loud. those drunk knights down there are going to hear how much of a whore you really are. do you want that?” you shake your head. “then keep it down, or i’ll have to shove your underwear in your mouth to shut you up myself.”

you almost let out a whimper but narrowly manage to keep it in as diluc dives back in. this time his tongue is focused solely on your clit. your nails scratch at his scalp in anticipation as you feel one of his fingers poke at your entrance. he plays with your hole, gathering at much slick onto his finger as he can. when he’s satisfied with how wet his fingers are he slowly sinks one into you.

your toes curl and back arches at the feeling. diluc smiles proudly at your reaction, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly. you can’t help yourself, you let out a string of whimper moans. his finger starts pumping in and out of you at a slow pace, he’s making sure to curl the digit and rotate his wrist, focusing on touching every inch inside of you.

your grip on diluc hair tightens as he continues to explore your ticks. your whimpered moans turn into desperates ones as you feel another finger prodding at your entrance. the stretch you feel as diluc pushes the second finger into you is divine. you almost scream out. the pain of the stretch as he rubs along your velvety walls makes your head spin in the best way possible.

you let out the most sinful moan and it has diluc growing impatient as his already strained cock twitches and leaks in his pants. “diluc- sir- fuck, feels s’good… want more, please, please, please. need more of you s’bad.”

your babbling is slurred and diluc can tell you’re getting close. he leans back, mouth detaching from your clit and pumps his fingers into you a few more time before removing them as well. you let out a whine at the sudden end to your pleasure. looking up at diluc, suddenly alert, you watch as he stands up and fumbles with his pants.

the questioning look on your face dies when he successfully unbuttons his trousers and let’s them, along with his underwear, drop to the floor. he let’s a sigh of relief as his cock is finally set free. you stare at it and gulp at the sheer size and girth. your head spinning once more at the thought of him even fitting inside of you.

you look up to diluc, barely having registered that he’s moved in closer with something balled up in his fist. you’re pouting as you voice your concerns. “will-will it even fit?”

your bottom lip is trembling in anticipation and diluc coos. “of course it will, pet. don’t worry, i’ll be gentle. at first. now, as much as i would love for kaeya to hear how much of a whore you can be for me, i don’t like the thought of anyone else being able to hear those pretty noises but me. so i need you to open up for me again.”

your eyes widen at his crude words but open your mouth nonetheless. diluc reveals that the thing he had crumpled up in his hand was your panties. he grins wickedly at your gaze and stuffs the material into your mouth. “you look so pretty like this, cunt drooling and on full display, mouth gagged with your own panties. you look so scandalous, fair knight, and to think you’re only a virgin. don’t worry, pet. i’ll make sure to absolutely ruin you.”

diluc runs his shaft through your folds, mixing your juices with his and collecting them onto his cock. his thumb is pressing into your swollen clit and he makes just enough friction there to have you squirming. you let out muffled whimpers and pleas. diluc lines himself up with your entrance and halts for a moment to look at you earnestly. he shifts himself and interlocks his hand with one of yours.

“if it’s too much, squeeze my hand twice, i’ll stop.” you’re caught off guard by his change in demeanor. your heart melts at his concern and you nod, trying to convey your appreciation through your eyes.

“just relax for me now, okay?” diluc slowly sinks the head of his cock into your tight hole and your back arches and eyes prick with tears as the sting of the stretch engulfs you. diluc is true to his word and takes his time bottoming out. your breathing heavily as he stills and slowly the sting subsides and turns into pleasure.

“fuck- you’re so fuckin’ tight, pet. feel s’good wrapped around my cock like this. you ready for me to start moving?” the red head hums and looks to you expectantly. your eager to nod your head and he chuckles. “such a desperate little knight, huh? even though i just took your innocence, you want more. greedy, aren’t we? so pathetic…”

diluc pulls almost all the way only to snap his hips back into yours. you let out a muffled scream, not fully prepared for the sudden movements. now that you had adjusted, diluc didn’t waste any time with properly fucking you into the table. his cock bullying into your cunt harshly, hips crashing with yours as his pelvis brushed against your clit.

diluc reaches over to sneak an arm under your and pushes them up to press against your chest. he has you folded into a mating press and the new angle has the tip of his cock stumbling into your sweet spot with every thrust. you’re letting out muffled cries, tears flowing down your cheeks as the stimulation is almost too much.

diluc groans as quietly as he can as he feels you start to clamp down on his length. you squeeze his hand that’s still holding yours to warn him that you’re close. “gonna cum again for me? already that close, pet? just hold on a little longer for me. gotta cum with you. just hold on…”

diluc is starting to babble as he gets closer to his own release. his hips movements begin to stutter and become sloppy. your back is arched and eyes blurry with tears as you try to plead with him to let you cum. it doesn;t take long for diluc to get to the edge with you.

his words the final push you need. “gonna cum now, cum with me, be a good pet and come with me- fuck fuck fuck…”

your walls spasm and you let out a muffled wail as you come crashing down. your orgasm making your vision go white. diluc’s cock throbs as he spills his seed into your pulsing cunt. he continues to languidly thrust, stimulating you through your highs and fucking his cum into you. your completely spent as your vision returns.

diluc slumps over and onto you with a grunt. he looks up at you and reaches out to remove the cloth from your mouth. you let out a gasped pant, trying to catch your breath. diluc peppers kisses along your jawline before pushing himself back up and finally pulling out of you. he watches as some of his cum spills out of you, he collects it with your panties and stuffs them into you to plug you up. your jolt at the action, feeling far too sensitive.

diluc chuckles breathily. “sorry, darling. can’t have you making a mess of the taverns table now. wait right here for me. i need to get you some water and something to clean you up with. i’ll be right back.” he leans down and places a tender kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose and finally your lips. when he pulls back, he waits for a response and you simply nod.

diluc dresses himself and fixes his ponytail that you had successfully ruined with all your tugging. he disappears down the staircase and reappears a few minutes later. a damp towel and glass of water in hand. he carefully removes your underwear, stuffing them into his pocket to keep. he cleans you up with the warm towel and helps you put your pants back on. he sits down and pulls you into his lap once more before handing you a glass of water.

you thank him and greedily drink from the glass. “you know, kaeya approached me while i was down there.”

you look at him curiously, urging him to go on. he chuckles at how cute you look right now and tucks away a loose strand of hair from your face. “he asked me if you were feeling alright, apparently he heard some groaning.”

you splutter and almost choke on your water as diluc barks out a hearty laugh while patting your back soothingly. you wipe your mouth and look at him wide eyed and flushed. “w-what did you tell him?”

“i simply told him that your stomach was hurting. he seemed to believe it or, at the very least, that’s what he wanted to believe…” he grins at you mischievously.

you let out a dejected groan. “for my sake, i hope he actually did believe you.”

“don’t think i would mind if he didn’t. have to let him know somehow that you’re mine now and he can’t try and play with you anymore.”

you scowl at the tycoon but there’s no malice behind it. “yours? i don’t remember agreeing to that and i’m not sure i would.”

“come home with me tonight, let me change your mind with a few more rounds and breakfast in the morning.” diluc rests his chin on your shoulder and looks at you expectantly.

you make the mistake of looking at him, unable to say no to a face like that you sigh, knowing well that you’re going to cave. looks like you were going to have to break your promise of coming back to kaeya.

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[sky-kiss]

hello <3 I’ve been lurking around the raphael tag little niche and I see that a fairly popular concept is tav/durge duchess (love the concept love the energy, very big fan of it in your fic as well) and I was wondering, since raphael struggles with sort of minimising how much his mortal side is perceived in favour of appearing as much as possible as a devil with a capital D (see his celebratory paintings being all about his devil form), whether that by itself would be a peculiar choice to take a mortal as a consort. or if you think he sort of did the math and went well tav/durge is a very effective asset he can keep close and its sort of worth it take the loss of sort exposing himself to other archdevils being judgemental over it (especially since the hells seem very much like a only devils can sit at the grown up table lmao)

/Stares at you. Sighs. Sips scotch/

So, I see. You're finally here to kill me, anon.

Alright. Let's get into it. If we're being entirely honest, I do not believe that Raphael would offer Tav/Durge a place as his consort. I genuinely don't. Especially not directly after they've given him the Crown. I've done it a few times recently, mostly because it's the only place to conveniently put it. And it works for short-form posts.

But if we are talking about genuine Raphael, it's my opinion that he would not offer. He may be fond of you, but his version of fondness would translate more to like...how fond you are of a good dog, or a subcontractor who put in great work. You aren't equals. "Friends," but not equals. Raphael's interest in Tav/Durge stems from what they can provide him. Once he has the Crown, he sees himself as having succeeded. You might meet for drinks like he's promised, but he has no reason to continue the relationship.

However, there is something to be said for an adventurer's soul. And Tav/Durge would be a massive catch further down the line. By the endgame, the TadFools are a bunch of freaks if we're power scaling. They're only level 12, but the games mechanics and the psycho gear they acquire allows them to punch well above their weight class. With their stat blocks, their party of four could probably fight Zariel. And on that note, because of game mechanics, Raphael could probably take Zariel (based on her 5E statblock) in a cage match, even without the Crown. He'd at least make it close. That's how powerful the crew is by the end. So, they would be a crazy powerful asset to acquire.

To the point of offering them the role of consort: no. I don't think he'd do it. Not right after the Crown, at least. And it's something I wish I'd made clearer in my long fic. I'd clarify it in a rewrite. Raphael never actually offers Joi/Durge the role of consort. Haarlep moves for her to be in that role. Haarlep informs Mephistopheles that she's his new consort. Meph is the first one to actually state it and does this in front of Dispater to discredit his son. Raphael then plays along with it in order to build his influence with the succubi/incubi. It's self-preservation, power, and arrogance that motivates the decision, not affection.

So uh...yeah. Sorry. I don't....I don't think he'd take Tav/Durge as his consort. Maybe after he's had his assbeat for a while? And they crusade and prove themselves to be incredibly useful?

But we lie to ourselves for fiction. Sorry for the longpost.

[wackytheorist]

What if the QSMP quiz on day 3 of the puzzle was like an interview in disguise and how Mr. Bunny was chosen. Maybe they got the potential investor role since thats the highest one you can get and it makes sense since Mr. Bunny replaced the duck(I forgot their name). Further proof being that day 3s cipher is "bunny".

Now we can only get potential investor if we score forty points, and to score forty points you need to select the answer that is worth four points on every question, which is more specific then the other roles(not including D-rank worker) because the OTHER ROLES have a range. Also an interesting detail is that some 4 point choices... don't seem that much of a deal

SO using the options that are worth 4 points, we can theorize on Mr. Bunny's personality.

Q1: DIAMOND BLOCK(4points) According to the narrator, Mr. Bunny knows a thing or two about Money, and assuming he's the same person who left those messages on the lore images and established capitalism.... yeah I think it makes sense. In Qsmp, diamonds are like money.

Q2: DARK OAK PLANKS(4 POINTS) I've always wondered... why wasn't black stone bricks or even the quartz options not 4 points.... well lets look think a bit... Quartz is a signature of the federation, Blackstone bricks is the Color pallet of the resistance/rebellion. Dirt is... dirt. So the only option that doesn't really correlate make sense is dark oak plank. The room that the islanders passed out in does use dark oak planks....

Q3: Create a trapped maze that leads to the entrance to confuse unwanted visitors.(4 POINTS)- Now we don't know much about Mr. Bunny, or how this corelates to his personality. But using this, we can make a prediction that MR. Bunny's headquarters would be hard to find.

Q4: Build a gigantic mansion just for them, treat them like royalty!(4 POINTS) We know Mr. Bunny is here for the money, he also owns a business separate to federation(know this because of day 2s lore Image). Most corrupt money hungry business owners are often, A: Corrupt because Poor, Business is flopping or B: Corrupt because Business is succeeding hence greedy. We can think Mr. Bunny is B because of this answer.

Q5: PAINTING(4 POINTS): I cannot think of a lore reason, maybe they just prefer paintings or maybe there is a lore reason that we haven't discovered yet....

Q6 RED COUCH(4 POINTS) ALL (except day 5) of the lore images have a red/black gradient background. examples below. We can assume red is a correct that represents Mr. Bunny.

Q7: GOLD(4 POINTS) Again, like the first question, Mr. Bunny LOVES Money. Although this question asks to choose a thing to collect, and the answers are things you can collect from the federation: Furniture, Classified info, Rocks. Mr. "gold digger" Bunny here only for the money.

Q8: I answer their questions at the door and they leave, the rest of my day is uneventful.(4 POINTS) The question is about what you would do when Cucurucho visits... I don't think there is much lore in this but(again going to use the money point but so does the lore images) he DOESN'T CARE about Cucurucho much.... you know what he DOES care about.

Q9:A beautiful flower garden, carefully tended to!(4 POINTS) I dont know the implications in lore and the personality for Mr. Bunny . Maybe he can afford it and maybe this can be related to how beautiful the shops look. But we don't have enough evidence to call it a theory.

Q10: Once I get what I want from them, I kill them. When the investigators come, I serve them a wonderful meaty stew. There is no evidence(4 POINTS) This answer perfectly represents how Mr. Bunny thinks of the federation.... he is using them like meat bag for money, and once he has enough, we can think that he'll try to take over....

I HAVE MANY MORE THOUGHTS BUT THIS TOOK 2 HOURS AND I'M TIRREEED THANKS FOR LISTENING TO MY TED TALK

[itsajanea]

A Spark Beneath Hearts

Written by @itsajanea

Idea of creation and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Summary: A young fairy prince embarks on a dangerous quest to save his sister from the Dark Overlord of the Dark forest . Once he and the Overlord had finally met, they had a rocky start but as the prince could see through all the darkness, what he saw was something he didn't expect. But after all, good or bad, Things aren't always what they seem.

Note: Special thanks to Liz for helping me out with writing and everything else. Couldn't have done this without them :D.

NOW ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER

Chapter 3: Sunken Blue, Depths of Hate

As the pair took some steps back, the creature roared as it rubbed towards them. Tari panicked and flew away, shouting for help while poor Meggy was running for her life.

With the small dwarf already struggling to not get caught by the giant creature, considering their size and stubby legs, she was getting tired by each second.

Whilst she was screaming and running, The panicking princess called for help.

"Help! Help! Someone please!"

The humongous Axolotl gets closer to eating Meggy, and a bunch of acorns are thrown at the monster, which distracts them for a bit so the little dwarf can get away.

Both the creature and Tari looked at where the acorns came from and saw a bold figure, basking in the sunlight as they held another acorn, prepared to fight.

"I'm right here, come and get me!" Smg4 then threw the acorn at the creature, making it even more angry yet it still decided to continue pursuing the tiny dwarf.

As Meggy runs for her life, the creature and the two fairies follow. Smg4 thought of a great plan as he saw a nearby lake by the side of their current path.

"Meggy, head right!" The young prince instructed her and she followed his directions, she was getting tired and would do anything to get that giant thing off her trail.

The blue fairies got ahead of the creature to the side of the lake. Smg4 dives into the lake, making Tari scream out.

“AH 4! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!” Tari wanted to help but she didn’t want to get wet. She kept looking back and forth at Meggy and the water, waiting for her brother to come out safely.

She then sees bubbles form as a blue figure slowly starts to rise from beneath. Smg4 spreads his wings as rises from the water, like a falcon rising from below. He tried to fly but alas, the water had soaked his wings which prevented him from flying. He scoffed, slowly getting out of the water while dragging a long piece of seaweed with him. He calls out to his sister for help, as he shakes both of his wings.

“Tari! We need you!” Yelled by her older brother, trying to pull out the seaweed from his grasp. With the water splashing from the lake, SMG4 took a few breaths until he was right back on.

It took a few seconds for her to reach out with hesitation. But she managed to grab on and help him, and they both pulled the seaweed out of the water. Smg4 stretched his wings and tried to fly once again, this time he succeeded. Rising to the sky, Smg4 held on to one of the ends of the seaweed while Tari had the other end.

Meggy, who was about to give up, opened her eyes wide to see two tall figures ahead of her, seeming to be holding onto something.

“GRAB ON!” SMG4 screamed as the two royal fairies reached down to extend the length of the marine plant.

Meggy quickly sped up towards them and jumped to get a hold of the slippery seaweed, the humongous axolotl roared in discomfort with its sharp teeth exposed. “WO-AHH!!!” The orange-haired dwarf held the seaweed tightly and kicked their feet in the air.

The large creature leapt as they tried to swallow the little dwarf, but failed as the pair of fairies carried her out with the seaweed. The Axolotl then fell back into the water, their natural habitat. As the fairies slowly descend upon the ground, Meggy lets go of the leaf and jumps down.

The small orange-haired dwarf had an eerie feeling when she felt the creature staring back at them from the water, menacingly. The pinkish creature growls as they begin to rise from the water, prepared to attack. The blue princess got terrified and hid behind Meggy who was also scared but prepared to fight. Suddenly Smg4 boldly flies between the creature and the pair and roars in anger, making himself seem bigger and threatening by spreading his wings and pointing his sword at the creature.

The humongous creature whimpers and quivers in fear as it slowly sinks back into the depths of the blue lake. The blue prince sighs and then turns around to see his sister celebrating. For some reason he got angry, he stomped his way over to her and angrily spoke.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve gotten hurt!” He placed his hand on her shoulder while giving her a concerned look. “I know-” Tari tried to speak but her brother continued. “You need to be more aware of what's happening right now, instead of worrying about the things that will come later.” She took a deep breath and apologized, making Smg4 feel at ease once again knowing his sister was safe.

“Um, excuse me.” The two heard a soft voice behind them, they looked back to see the little dwarf, who was trying to say something.

“Sorry to interrupt but- isn’t there a certain ball you two should be preparing for?

“Huh? Oh RIGHT!” Tari immediately spread her wings and took off to the sky and dragged her brother along, not before waving goodbye to her friend as the two royals flew away.

The young princess was getting frustrated because of her brother, who was far behind her on the way back to the palace. She groans in frustration and turns back to confront him about his bad attitude.

“Why are you so slow? We have to get ready!” “No YOU have to get ready, I’m not going.” Smg4 flies past her, ignoring everything else. Now Tari was the one following from behind.

“Ugh, 4… Dad will be disappointed if you don’t go and you go every other year! What’s so different about this year?” She flew closer to get a better look at him but it seemed like he wasn’t in the mood this time. So the two soared the skies in silence, returning to their humble abode as they will have to be prepared for what happens next.

A couple of hours passed by and all of the fairies in the kingdom had gathered inside the palace to celebrate the spring. Tari wanders around with Meggy before an entire crowd of men surround her, offering gifts and a chance to dance, leaving Tari to deal with them as her dwarf friend gets pushed aside because of the crowd, considering her small size, she sadly walks away.

Smg4 enters the room with his father, Fairy King Smg1 by his side. Everyone was watching from the side as the two walked their way through to the main ballroom. The young prince was frustrated because he was forced to join. His father told him to smile, wave, and try to enjoy.

“Please smile, my boy.” Smg4 forced a smile on his face, which didn’t fit his personality.

“Please 4, you used to love the spring ball.”

“But that was back then, I’m just not in the mood for this right now.”

The King sighs, looking back at his son. “I just want to see my happy boy again, before the uh- Tag6 misunderstanding…”

“Don’t worry, I’m happy! I’m…happy…” Smg4 looked away from his father, staring at the distance ahead of him as they both made their way through, sadly thinking about recent events.

“Well I hope you feel better once you find a dance partner”

“Or-” A familiar voice was heard across the room. The young prince was hoping that voice did not belong to a certain person that he wished never to see. But to his surprise, It was. As he stared at HER, he was filled with shock and rage.

“Maybe somebody even better,” Tag6 smirked. Surrounded by a group that will help her get back what she wants.

END OF CHAPTER - —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Previous Chapter: New Rules

Next Chapter: [Pending]

[fractiflos]

So. Ice King Yoichi. I need to first off know if we are going to get doomed romance in this because I’ve watched Adventure Time and I know how it ended for Ice King and Betty.

Also mind elaborating a bit on what happens with Kudou and Bruce? Very interested in that.

I'll start with the second thing since it leads up to the first question.

Yoichi went crazy due to the crown and started freezing the things he liked to keep them forever. So, he started freezing things like animals, trees, lamps, basically everything. Kudou and Bruce went to stop him and kind of succeeded. They managed to snap him out of killing everything but he was still crazy, it was just more like regular Ice King crazy. Once they got him to calm down, they started trying to get him to take off the crown, but because it had AFO's essence in it, he's super possessive over it and just thinking about taking it off made him mad, so he froze them. At that point, Hikage distracted him and made him chase him all the way to the woods, where Yoichi lost sight of him, but when he went back, Kudou and Bruce were gone.

Here's where the first question is answered. AFO took them, thawed them out, and used their amnesia against them to make them work for him. To keep them from remembering, he even lied about their names and changed them to Niji and Mitsu. They do run into Yoichi a few times (who has changed his name to Ice King since that's what everyone calls him and he can't remember his real name) but neither of them remember the other. Only Hikage knows what they used to be. But all 3 of them are going to end up back together and they're going to stay that way. No matter what. So, not really as doomed a romance as Simon and Betty because I couldn't handle that.

Fun Bonus: Kudou and Bruce used the argument of "Frozen meat still goes bad" to get Yoichi to realize why freezing everything was bad. Hmmm... possible foreshadowing?

Anyway, thank you for the kind ask :D Having people ask about AUs is really fun. Maybe I should put my other ones on here.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

the fact that gojo genuinely wanted to teach him about love…… that he wanted to reach out to him and save him from his isolation.

YES!! the whole "i will remember you.." HAS ME FUCKED UP like. there's a few ways it could be interpreted but it gives me the same feeling as when you 'love' someone so much, you honour or cherish the memory of them forever.. AHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

thank you ari for the link <33 when i read the chapter I will be back to let you know my thoughts and feelings :3 I have so many photos in my camera roll of just me sobbing after jjk so :3 definitely scared :3 With 252.. you're very right it's really sad that it's actually quite far from how detailed Gege likes his fights to be. Art style and breaks are on two different spectrums. Complaining about him taking breaks is the biggest NO from me. like PLEASE let Gege release a chapter a month. Every single week is WAY too much for a mangaka - there's only so much a person can do within 6 days :// From a pure quality and marketing standpoint it'll allow him to : process his OWN thoughts, more detailed drawings and (longer) chapters, perhaps even formulate a proper plan for the manga, and the hype will be bigger as well. Especially right now where it is getting criticism and being called repetitive - there is less hype because everyone knows they'll get answers in the next week. But most importantly REST. he is not a machine and you are very right about that!!

something to look forward to :3 (tbf i was especially into it bc i love takaba and kenny lmao but i still think you’ll find it fun!! you can tell akutami was having a blast)

also!! i just thought I'd let you know.. i never really got kenny (kenny is so messed up and i dislike(d) them) but you're the blog that made me understand the lore!! and I even started reading some kenny fics.. Anyways, i think that's enough for today and I'll shut up now haha!! <33

OHHHHH ANON WE’RE HOLDING HANDS OUR BRAINS ARE SMOOCHING

i agree completely 🫂 when i saw that line i kept thinking of sukuna like. centuries into the future…. in a completely different world ….. STILL remembering gojo and no one else. it’s such a wonderful fucking line not only because sukuna looks so sincerely pleased saying it but because it’s proof that gojo DID reach him!!!! gojo wanted to prevent sukuna from feeling alone and he succeeded because sukuna will never truly be alone as long as he’s carrying gojo’s memory with him. they make me insane

PLS DO SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER ONCE YOU READ IT …. i’d love love love to hear!!!! :3 take your time though… get your tissues ready……. aaa and !!! 100% agree on the monthly chapters. that should just be a standard atp but sadly it isn’t…. :ccc i rlly do think gege deserves one long longgggg break to rest up properly.

also!! i just thought I'd let you know.. i never really got kenny (kenny is so messed up and i dislike(d) them) but you're the blog that made me understand the lore!! and I even started reading some kenny fics..

ALSO THIS !!!!!!!! ANON…….. T_T this made me so happy you have NO idea. i’m so glad i could turn you around on him!!! he’s such a silly, interesting, fun little guy :’3 (very fucked up too but that’s just another charm point imo) and aaa the kenny fics !! the world needs sm more of those … i’m working on a no curses au fic for him but i have no idea when it’s getting out …… </3 hopefully soon!!!! anyway pdhdjdj i’m just so happy that you’re a kenny enjoyer now!! welcome to the cult club !!!! 🫂🫂

[yoongisleftearring]

part twenty-five: femme fatale

D O N ’ T T E L L !

pairing: Oni!Seungmin x Werewolf!reader x Siren!Hyunjin

-> in which after witnessing something you shouldn’t have, a particularly intimidating Oni forces you to keep his secret only to tangle you up in their mess

word count: 2.7k

a/n: we have made it!! i had so much fun writing this chapter i hope you all enjoy <3

warnings: cursing, suggestive, mature themes, basically the closest thing to smut so...

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Jeongin was sick of it. 

He was so tired of all the tip-toeing and hesitancy. Every relationship that had developed within his friend group felt like it had to be some twisted mess with unnecessary drama. Why was it never easy? Well, maybe not Jisung and Changbin. They just seemed to happen, and no one is sure how they did, considering how different the two are.

Seungmin just had to go and overlogicalise everything. The man doesn't have an off button.

Nevertheless, Jeongin had to find a solution. And, through some careful meddling, he had done it.

Or, nearly, at least. 

Just one last step.

"Yang Jeongin!" you howled from your bedroom, the door flying open a second later to reveal you wearing the dress he had bought. He whistled. "Shut the fuck up," you rolled your eyes, stepping out of your room fully to look into the full-length mirror that lay against a wall in the hallway of your dorm. "Who do you think I am? A femme fatale?" 

"Tonight. You are. And you're on a mission," he replies.

"Jeongin," you groaned. "This is real life, not a movie, and I need you to tell me if this is too much."

"Trust me, it's not," he assured. "You look amazing, and when they see you-" he lets out a low whistle while he swipes imaginary sweat from his forehead. "Let's just say this plan will have a very high chance of succeeding."

You huffed out a breath at your friend's words, glancing at him in the reflection of the mirror and then back to your form. You had to admit, you looked great. And you felt confident. But even that confidence was slightly numbed by the anxiety of facing the two men at the centre of your scheme.

You could never have expected this; how could you? Last year, the names Kim Seungmin and Hwang Hyunjin were just that; names. Although you had a considerable one-sided history with the latter name, still, you didn't actually know them. Catching feelings for Hyunjin or, rather, building on your already existing feelings for him wasn't much of a surprise to you. You had always admired him, and getting to know him just solidified that admiration. It felt natural, really. 

But catching feelings for Kim Seungmin? Yeah, that was a surprise. You hadn't known much about the man before you knew too much. He tended to keep to himself, but Chan would mention how he was a loyal friend. Loyalty and reliability meant a lot to you, naturally. And Seungmin radiated warmth, and even though he was extremely hard-headed in the beginning, you appreciated how far he was willing to go to protect his relationship. It was strange. You felt like the feelings hit you all at once, even though Jeongin would argue that he had seen this coming from a mile away, and maybe he had a point; maybe you were so scared of the newness and complexity of the relationship that you had unintentionally suppressed your feelings, hoping not to become a complication for your new-found friends.

But now it was too late. You realised, and you had a feeling you weren't the only one.

Things couldn't be the same. And if this were to go wrong and the ever-so-confident Yang Jeongin happened to be incorrect, then you would take the blow with dignity and pride. That would be what a normal person would do. Though, you had a feeling that a situation like that would end up with you running away with your hopefully metaphorical tail between your legs, blocking the two men on every social media platform and spending the rest of your living days in your dorm room.

With one last spray of perfume, you called out to Jeongin to tell him that you were ready to leave, ending his constant whining about how he would be late to his own party.

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Hyunjin watched as his boyfriend furiously ripped through his wardrobe, trying to find the perfect shirt.

"Since when do you care how you look?" Hyunjin chuckles. Seungmin turns to shoot the man a glare before he goes back to rummaging. 

"I always care," he retorts. "But I don't often frequent parties, and my wardrobe is a reflection of that." Hyunjin lets out a laugh at that. "Help me," Seungmin groans.

"Here," Hyunjin quickly locates a shirt for the man, throwing it in his direction. "Wear that."

"This?" Seungmin holds up the light material, inspecting it. It was a sheer black shirt he had only seen Hyunjin wear maybe once.

"Is there a problem?" Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at him.

"Just this?"

"You could wear a vest or nothing," he shrugs, a small teasing smile on his face.

Sengmin mumbles something incoherent under his breath, and Hyunjin lets out a chuckle as the man goes back to searching, this time for a vest to put under the revealing garment.

"You're more nervous than usual, Seungmo," Hyunjin comments.

"No, I'm not."

"Could it have something to do with a certain someone attending the party tonight?"

"What are you insinuating?" 

"Oh, nothing," he smiles, opening his phone and turning his attention to it. "Just, if something funny were to happen, make sure to include me in the joke."

Seungmin knew Hyunjin well, well enough to know that there was a secondary motive behind his words, and Seungmin wasn't sure if he could deal with the consequences.

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"Oh, fuck." Hyunjin stared down at his phone. His boyfriend was in the bathroom and decided to scroll through Twitter to pass the time. Now, he regretted that decision.

Jeongin had posted a picture. Of you. 

Your face was obscured from view, so he had no choice but to focus on the lines of your body. You looked good. Infuriatingly good. The simple black dress complimented your figure, but the chain wrapped around your thigh was what drove him wild. 

Hyunjin gulped. The nerves were starting to hit him now. It felt real all of a sudden.

How had this even happened? You found out about him and his boyfriend by mistake, and then a rather questionable series of events led to Seungmin spending extended amounts of time with you. Hyunjin would be lying if he said he hadn't gotten at least a little bit jealous of how much his boyfriend was focusing on you, so he said it. He wanted to be included. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about. He watched as Seungmin slowly started to fall for you. It was the little things that he would pick up on, things that would remind him of when he and Seungmin first got together. It should have bothered him. It would bother any normal person. But, he guessed, nobody here was normal. He found it amusing. He found it cute how oblivious Seungmin was to his own feelings when they were so clear to him. He liked it. And he grew to like you too. He had always been attracted to you. He had eyes, after all. But it was after those tweets were reposted that he knew. After he read how you actually got him. How you defended him without even truly knowing him. 

He wished he knew you before, but then maybe this whole thing wouldn't have happened. But now, he needed you. 

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You stood in the surprisingly spacious living room; that's the reason they have parties here. Their dorm is huge.

Chan rambled on about how he had been scouting out places for a possible den for the pack, and you probably should have been listening, but you couldn't. Not when you were this nervous. 

"You're boring her," Lee Minho interrupts, earning a glare from the wolf. Minho's arm was wrapped around his girlfriend's waist, and you wondered if they were here this whole time.

"I'm literally talking about our futures," Chan deadpanned.

"Exactly," he retorted. "Boring." Chan all but gives up, offering you a shrug. 

"Ah, look who's here," Chan speaks again, motioning to the door with a smile. You know it's them before you see them, and your heart rate spikes. You turn to look at them as they walk through the door, being welcomed by Jeongin, who sends you a wink as he hugs Hyunjin. 

The two men meet your eye as soon as they turn to scan the room. They start making their way over to you, and you need to calm your heart which is beating erratically. 

The plan. Femme fatale. 

Your nervous expression is replaced by one of confidence, a small smile dancing on your red-coated lips.

"Hey." Hyunjin leads, leaning in to hug you, and you can't help but notice how good he smells. He pulls away, and you can't help but feel a tension pull between you as he does so. The look in his eyes is heavy, and you don't have the head to decipher it right now. Seungmin is next, following Hyunjin's lead and pulling you carefully into his arms. He smells divine too. They must share an aftershave, you notice. He mumbles a small 'hi' into your hair before he pulls away, staying by your side.

"So, the two lovebirds are back talking?" Minho questions.

"We-" Seungmin falters, confused by the question before he remembers. "We- Yes! That- that was nothing. We're all good. Great." Hyunjin feels himself grimace at the man's definitely inconspicuous response. 

"I think we could use a drink," Hyunjin speaks as he links arms with Seungmin. "Y/n, you know this place better than we do," Hyunjin motioned towards the kitchen, and your eyes widened. You swiftly nodded, ready to take a quick escape. The three of you moved quickly towards the kitchen, Hyunjin letting go of his hold on Seungmin so he could lead the pack.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast. You can't break tradition," Jisung called out, pointing up to the small plant atop the doorframe Hyunjin had just slipped through. 

"Mistletoe? It's not Christmas," Seungmin argued.

"Yeah, well. Someone had to liven the place up a bit," he explained. "I was hoping for a bit more drama than a couple, but you'll have to do for now. Now kiss."

"Oh," you chuckle, looking around to see your friends as well as a few random onlookers waiting for your reaction. "I'm sure Chan doesn't want to see that. I'm basically like his daughter." Jisung turns to Chan who seems uncomfortable with the sudden spotlight being drawn on him.

"I'm not a prude," Chan replies, slightly offended. Well shit. You really thought that would work.

"Look, you're literally dating. Just kiss so we can move on." Fuck you, Han Jisung. 

You're at a loss, and if you know anything about Han Jisung, that evil little mole rat won't rest until he's got what he wants. You look at Seungmin, who looks back at you with wide eyes, and your gaze snaps to Hyunjin, who stands not even a foot away on the other side of the door, eyes trained on the both of you, face void of emotion.

Well, this is what you're here for, right? Fuck it.

You grab the collar of the shirt Seungmin is wearing and drag him closer to your face. His eyes widen even further, and you can't help but think how cute he looks at this moment. You push your lips on his without hesitation because you thought that if you did, you would chicken out. 

Your lips met his plush ones, and you lifted one of your hands into his hair, pulling on the strands. That seemed to snap him from his shocked state, his lips working against yours. You could feel Hyunjin's gaze burning into the two of you, and you pulled away. You smirk as you see the red lipstick that is now smudged across his mouth. He doesn't say a word as you let go of the grip you had on him and take a step back. You hear Jisung let out a sound of compliance before walking away, but all you can focus on is the look in Hyunjin's eyes. He looked furious as he looked between the two of you, stepped toward you and grabbed Seungmin's face, wiping the red from his lips with the sleeve of his silk shirt. The deep red colour stained the white of his shirt, but he didn't seem to care. 

Nobody was paying attention to whatever the three of you were doing now.

Hyunjin turned his back, looking over his shoulder to tell you both to follow him. He walked through into Jeongin's room, letting you both through the door before closing it.

"Look, I'm sor-" you began, only to be interrupted by the furious siren.

"You. Shut the fuck up," he growls as he steps closer to you. All that was going through your head was:

What the fuck.

"You come here wearing that. And then you kiss my boyfriend right in front of me," Hyunjin pants, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged the closer he comes to you. Seungmin watched his boyfriend's every move with bated breath, waiting to see what would happen. He doesn't think he's ever seen his boyfriend like this before. 

"Well, when you put it like that-" you replied as you stared into Hyunjin's dark irises. Something in them egged you on, made you want to push, to give in finally. "What if I levelled the playing field?" you say, your fingers trailing up the length of his arm, dancing across his chest to rest upon his collarbone exposed by his shirt that he hadn't managed to button up very far. Hyunjin just watched you, letting you tell him what to do next, giving you the control to decide what would happen tonight. "That's what you wanted, right? Why else would you drag us into the closest bedroom?" Hyunjin's face held little to no emotion, but his eyes danced; he was enjoying this. You glanced down at his full lips, which were so close to your own. He was all you could see, all you could smell, and you couldn't resist any further. You closed the gap between your lips, and Hyunjin responded immediately, kissing you with desperation and hunger. One of his hands travelled to your cheek while the other slipped down the small of your back, forcefully grabbing your ass through the fabric of your dress. You heard a quiet moan beside you, making you pull from Hyunjin to look to your side. Seungmin stood, his eyes almost black as he stared at the two of you. No words were exchanged as Seungmin stepped closer, not hesitating to put his lips on yours. Hyunjin still held you. His lips travelled from your jaw to your neck, biting and sucking on the tender skin as he watched the two of you. It was addictive.

The sound of the door handle managed to evade your senses, but the small panicked squeak didn't. You broke away from Seungmin, looking between the two men to the now-opened door. Lee Felix stood with wide eyes, trying to comprehend the scene before him. Seungmin's lips swollen, his hair messy, and Hyunjin, with his lips still attached to your skin, shirt now almost falling off his shoulders . With red stains across your mouth, the blotches of colour leading down to where Hyunjin's face was buried, you panted, staring back at the fairy.

"I'm- I- I'm gonna go. Go-good luck," he grimaced before swiftly shutting the door behind him. You watched where the man had just disappeared from, your gaze then sweeping back to the two men, you let out a muted chuckle, and the two men followed. 

"Oh my god," you laughed breathily. Seungmin shook his head, a small smile on his face. He turned to his boyfriend.

"Hyunjin, lock the door," he spoke, his voice low as his small smile slowly faded as he looked back at you. Hyunjin wore an amused smirk as he quickly moved to turn the lock on the door.

"Now, where were we?"

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"Jisung, have you seen y/n around? I swear if she left, I'll kill her," Jeongin shouted over the booming music.

"I dunno, haven't seen her since she went into your room with Seungmin and Jinnie," he shrugged in response.

"Ah, okay. Thanks," he replied. Then stopped.  "They went into my room?"

"Uh, yeah? Last I saw."

"Oh, my god," he cried. "I'll fucking kill all of them."

"If you need help, I got you," Jisung offered. Jeongin gave no reaction to the man, walking away with a look of pure disgust plastered on his face. 

[krchov]

top 5 apple cultivars

I love you so much I'm kissing you on the lips LET ME TELL YOU

okay so first thing first. You might know the infamous comedic apple ranking website. And while the ranking criteria is relatively sound (things like flesh, sweetness, skin, taste etc) the author has a palate of geriatric pangolin who would probably die if he tasted anything that's not insultingly bland. Proper ranking apple cultivars ranking has no damn point system bc it isn't rigid, acknowledges that not all apples are tasted in the same condition/ripeness and in no way would call it call Granny Smith a shitty apple.

So here comes my objective top five apple cultivars. Some of them might come from similar cross breeds (and what does it say about Red D*licious that the thing we most do with it is to try for it to not taste like itself), but all of them sans ones are their own protected and in some cases trademarked breeds.

1) Kanzi

For the longest time it was not available on the Czech market, by which i mean that the first time I had a Kanzi apple I had to take three different trains to an "organic" orchard two hours from my house just to be able to buy one. On the way there I forgot to buy a ticket for the last leg of the journey, got caught by the conductor and was told that I can either get off the next station, or pay 40€ fine. As the orchard would be closed for business if I had to get off and wait for the next train, this officially makes kanzi the most expensive apple I've ever eaten.

It's small and sometimes mottled, but don't let it's visage fool you. It's firm, juicy, the perfect of sweet and sour and the flesh has a smooth texture. The skin isn't too thick and has a great taste on its own. Perfect rucksack apple to take with you on hikes.

2) that one apple I bought on a farmers market at Zelňák in Brno and that when asked about the cultivar was told "idk, my grandma has two trees in her backyard". Unlike anything I've ever tasted, with sweet, soft flesh that was all that other fully red apples desire to be. It keeps me up at night thinking about what sort of crossbreed it could be

3) Granny Smith. The MILF of the apples. I'd eat this juicy, spicy Australian grandma any time. All that libel you see written online is just people being unable to appreciate a good, firm sour apple. True it might be little bit hard on the teeth sometimes but the way the flesh breaks off gives you the option to go truly hog wild on it. Staple apple (stapple, if you will) of any kitchen, ready to be snacked on any time.

4) pink lady. I first bought this at this corner store in Bødo and then I've spent the following month going through every single grocer in Norway trying to find it again, with no luck. When they rolled them into Czech rep few years back I nearly creamed my pants right there in the Lidl fruit section. They are crunchy, sweet but fresh, the perfect inoffensive apple that is good to go with anything. Maybe little overpriced when compared to other apples, but a classic anyway. I'm not calling them a stapple only for the fact that they rippen up pretty quickly and unlike granny Smith make it hard to see visually if they are past the good texture point.

5) Halloween Apples©. I'm so angry that I can get them only once a year and if Lidl ever discontinues them I'm gonna go on a warpath. Because somehow while they were trying to breed an apple with red flesh, they not only succeeded but they created a cultivar that tastes exactly like pomegranates. I can, will and did gorge myself on them till I was sick. So low only because of their criminal unavailability.

Cosmic Crisp didn't make the cut because even though it's The Apple, let's be honest. It's mostly marketing, and it tastes like more juicy pink lady. Had to stick the one I had in a fridge for a moment just so the flesh would firm up into a decent texture.

[yourbpdgf]

purrs of delight and embarrassment

"tighnari," ignored. "tighnari," ignored. "tighnariiiii-"

"what do you need now, y/n?" tighnari sighs, finally responding. there isnt any point in ignoring you, youll just get more annoying.

"you know what im gonna ask you, so whats your answer?" you smile, trying to look as convincing as possible.

tighnari glares back at you, why cant you take no for an answer? he wouldve let you later but hes busy and theres ppl around. "no y/n, you cant pet me right now. one its dehumanizing and two im busy." he finally responds, only succeeding in making your smile fade, your resolve isnt broken yet.

"but think about it foxy! i get to pet your ears and tail and you get to be pet, its a win win deal!" you try your best to reason with him and you swear you see him contemplate it, but alas his response barely differs,

"y/n there are people around." you quickly catch onto whats going on, so you do your best to tease him, "oooh i get it! your shy arent you foxy ;D?"

"y/n stop calling me foxy!" he hurried to hush you but failed.

"if you were shy you coulda just told me yknow! ill get us out of here ;)!" you wink at tighnari before making an automated vine bot to do his work for him using your dendro vision.

(reader has a dendro vision that can make vine people or animals that do wtv she wants. lmk if u wanna see more of that concept ;p)

you smile, proud of your creation. you also snicker at tighnaris shock, "now your workll be done and you can come home with me! lets get going foxy!"

"y/n since when could you-"

"since forever, now come with me!"

you and tighnari set off to go to your house. when you get there both of you take showers, change into comfy clothes tighnari stays over alot so he has clothes at ur place ;) and crash on your bed.

once you get comfortable on your back you open your arms, waiting for him. tighnari wordlessly settles in on top of you, laying with his head on your chest and his arms circling your waist. this position gives you full access to his ears and even his tail and he knows that, thats why he did it. you smile at him knowingly, but all he does is scrunch his eyes shut.

with a giggle you place one hand on his ear, rubbing circles into the base of it. your other hand is on his tail petting it. you think a little bit about what would happen if you gave it a tug but dismiss the thought in favor of enjoying this moment with tighnari.

and then... he starts... PURRING!

your beloved foxy is purring, you need to engrave this moment into your mind forever, but then he quickly stops. tighnari burrows his face further into your bust in his embarrasment.

"awe, didnt i tell you you dont need to be shy? its just us, no one elses here. its just me and you at home foxy <3." you reassure tighnari to the best of your ability and slowly he starts to pur again.

after 15 minutes of staying like this tighnari falls asleep. you smile down at his sleeping form, glad that he feels comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable like this. you fall asleep a little bit after him with your face snuggled in between tighnaris ears <3.

i was so close to making this smut, but i decided on fluff. maybe ill make a tighnari smut post later idk. i have a bunch of drafts and a few requests im working on so ill probably be posting more <3.

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[sophsship]

Avatar: The Way Of Water🌊🐠

!SPOILER WARNING!

Do not proceed if you haven’t seen the movie yet.

Hi.

So yesterday I saw this little 3 hour and 12 minutes long movie in 3D.

And I gotta say that it is a pearl.

I have to admit that my expectations were high for this movie, and they have been more than satisfied.

James Cameron did it again.

He succeeded in catapulting us in the beautiful world of Pandora, digging deeper into its story by exploring the water Na’vi’s territory and mysteries.

The visuals of this movie are extremely wholesome and captivating, guaranteeing a fully immersive experience.

Metkayina, the territory outside of the riff, and of course the Omaticaya’s forest, that we get to see again, are mesmerising.

But what I really liked about this movie, was the character development of both old and new characters.

Jake has become stronger than before, giving his role as a family leader strong importance.

The strength he and Neytiri have, are inherited by their children, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk.

I like this reused trope between Neteyam and Lo’ak of the ambitious older brother and the younger brother that gets often into trouble and is often alone.

I also liked Lo’ak’s interactions with Payakan.

Kiri, on the other hand, is the more cautious sister. I find it interesting that she is Grace’s daughter, and I am curious why she is connected to Eywa and who her father is.

(See? The hype for the third movie is kicking in.)

Then there’s Tuk.

She’s simply the cutest.

I liked the way the family also cares about Spider. He is also an interesting character, because though his hatred for Quaritch and love towards the Sullys, he still rescues him. So I am curious how this will affect his later actions in the future movies.

Then there’s Quaritch….

Nothing to say about him, he’s still an idiot.

I’m telling you, if Lord Beckett from POTC and Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter had a child, it would be him.

(No hate towards Quaritch lovers.)

However I have to say that I am IN LOVE with the water Na’vis.

They are just cool.

Even though Aonung is a bit of d!ck at the beginning.

Tonowari and Ronal are great, him being a good leader and she being the tsahìk.

I also love the girl power in this movie.

(I mean, Kate Winslet and Zoe Saldana RULED).

Also the FEELING between Tsireya and Lo’ak was just so heartwarming.

The sea creatures are all so fascinating, and I am glad that once again they showed us how the harmony between creatures and Na’vis work.

However, I want to admit that although the amount of adrenaline that was given us during the action scenes, they kinda bored me a little.

I’m not really the “long action scene” type.

But generally, I found them entertaining.

Then, what happened to Neteyam was heartbreaking, but I think that it will help the family to strengthen their links between them.

What I would like to add, is that this movie has left me speechless, and in my opinion, it has become worthy of being above its predecessor.

Thank you for reading.

Have a good day!

“The way of water has no beginning and no end.

The sea is around you and in you.

The sea is your home before your birth and after your death.

Our hearts beat in the womb of the world.

Our breath burns in the shadows of the deep.

The sea gives and the sea takes. Water connects all things, life to death.

Darkness to light.”

-Tsireya

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Dr. Drakken also confuses me. In the first episode he is her arch-foe but then in a few more episodes Kim is meeting him for the first time. Is this just a mistake or is that important to the plot? And I see in fanart that a lot of people are thirsty for him but he is like a middle-aged zombie geek or something?

ohhkay lol i'll assume you're the same newbie who asked about Shego's powers?

looks like you're in season one. okay so the episodes did not air chronologically. you need to watch in production order. the best way to find that is to go on wikipedia, (not KP wiki just wiki), and it will have a column in the episode list for production order. things like 101, 102, 103 etc etc... follow THAT order for watching the show. until you get to the movie "So the Drama" which is listed incorrectly. watch that at the very end of season 3. then after So the Drama you watch season 4.

that's the best way to watch it, i think fandom generally agrees. someone can correct me if i'm wrong.

meanwhile, as you watch the show... well, i don't want to spoil things. but Drakken is often played for comic relief yes, but i'll put it to you... think about it... actually pay attention to his scheming, his execution... and think about this question... if not for Kim, would that plan have succeeded?

and no he's not a zombie lol, just has an aesthetic. and is he a geek? yes. so is james possible. so is wade. what's wrong with being a nerd? if the only wrong with it is that he's a bad guy, well...

and as for people thirsting after him? personally i like the villain get-up, but take that off and put him in regular clothes. which the show does more than once, you shall see. we even get him shirtless, with his hair down... Dr. D. brings the goods, just saying. just cuz his overall vibe is a 9 year old boy who didn't take his ADHD meds at school doesn't mean fandom can't see the potential.

keep an open mind, dear newbie. i did. i have friends who can tell you about convos years ago where i said, "i just don't find drakken attractive." one can change one's mind, haha.

thanks for the ask, and happy watching :)

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Hey is it okay if I request headcanons of Yasuo with fem reader who loves traveling and music (feel free to save for when request slots are open :D )

✿ Prompt: Your relationship with Yasuo ✿

♡ champion focus: yasuo ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hi anon! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) It's my first time writing Yasuo, so I hope you don't mind the approach I took with how I envisioned him! Poor man just needs a big hug tbh (♡´𓋰`♡) PS. I did a short story and put some headcanons at the end. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to request more <3

Intro ♡

For far too long, Yasuo has been on the run. Running from things that scared him and things he knew he was too much of a pacifist to face head-on. In fact, it had grown painstakingly exhausting to always be on the move.

Struggling to fulfill basic necessities that used to come so easy resulted in him growing tired of life. He drank himself into black-out comas most days. On other days, Yasuo was wondering when he'll get the chance to bathe and if he'll have enough to afford a warm meal or a place to sleep. He succeeded in evading the consequences of his actions- or so the crimes he was accused of committing- but he certainly wasn't happy. It's been a long time since he's been happy.

How You Met ♡

It was the day you found him passed out at a table in your favorite local tavern that his life, and your own, changed forever.

You just returned home after a rather lengthy journey through the Freljord, a bag stuffed with scrolls attached to your back, filled with Freljordian recipes, songs, and survival tips you gathered from locals. While you didn't have many artifacts from the region, besides painted skull heads, a flute, and stone arrowheads you were gifted, just being able to connect with the locals was enough.

And when you returned home, you didn't expect your "welcome home package" to include you 1. Defending a homeless man you never even met from an irritated tavern keeper and 2. Bring that homeless man back home with you.

Sure, formal introductions didn’t proceed until the next morning, when the wanderer woke in a cozy bed, with unruly hair cascading down his shoulders and back.

How long has it been since he felt this degree of satisfaction?

The girl at the end of the bed shifted, surprising the man with a pounding headache. It didn't help that she was humming an unfamiliar melody, before finally turning her head, a soft smile gracing her lips. She was... beautiful.

“Good morning,” you greeted him quietly, standing now so you could offer him the cup. Hands out, he slowly took it, confused as ever. "You must be wondering where you are. Still in Bilgewater, just near the better parts. You were at a tavern the night before and... heh.... you sure know how to hold your drink." snickering, Yasuo hummed in response, staring into the cup. The exotic purple color made him... uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous if that's what you're wondering. Its rehydrated junji leaves with kottemarin root. Herbs I got from Ixtal and Ionia." You informed him, stirring your own tea and watching as he drew the cup to his lips. Hands wrapped around the cup, Yasuo tipped the mug up. The warm, bittersweet taste resulted in his shoulders sinking, eyes shut as he inhaled a generous amount of the aromatic tea's sweet scent. It was... the best tea he's ever tasted.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were reading my mind." his tone was low and raspy. You felt your heart sink at his mellow voice- Sure, he looked attractive, but the voice really added to his inherent magnificence.

"Not a mind reader, really... I just meet a lot of people is all." you clarify. "And do you always bring black-out drunks home and allow them to sleep in your bed?" he asked, his brow raised which compelled you to chuckle, shaking your head.

"No, only the cute homeless men."

At that, the stranger smirked, eyes shutting once more as he shook his own head. And, without a second thought, the traveler finally stuck his hand out to you, "I'm Yasuo. Pleased to meet you, stranger."

Bonus: Your Relationship ♡

Yasuo grew really protective of you, to the extent that it became even more common for the both of you to travel together.

You had your ways of keeping him away from the drink; And frankly, Yasuo was grateful for it. While he missed the occasional binge, at the very least it kept him out of trouble... And kept him from waking up in places he shouldn't have been!

He absolutely adores it whenever you lay your head on his lap while he plays the flute!

Whenever the two of you travel together, you are always the one that ends up protecting him (even though he insists that he was the one watching out for you).

Normally, Yasuo was never invested in communities and connecting with others wherever he went. But things changed when you came into his life. You are a lively individual, always seeking out markets and chatting up locals.

Hell, you joined music circles some evenings everywhere new the two of you went to learn new instruments, new melodies, and sounds, along with their cultural importance! And sometimes, Yasuo was willing to try his hand at something new; although, he would rather just stick to his flute!

Expect lots of cuddles and naps whenever you return home with him! It's rare for him to sleep in a comfortable bed, so he'll take every single chance he'll get- especially if it means he gets the opportunity to snuggle up to you!

If Yasuo has nightmares, you always wake up first and are quick to comfort him. Sure, it might not help, considering each time he wakes up in the same sweaty, scared, and forlorn state. At the very least, you can provide him the comfort and kisses he needs to soothe him back to bed.