#both for understanding lighting but also experimenting with color

[lizzie-wendigo]

Remember when Tami was a kappa? Well, now she's a kitsune! This design was one of my experiments when it was still in the making, so I decided to recycle it for aesthetics and because it's important. I did a lot of research on kitsunes, and THERE'S A LOT OF INFORMATION AND VARIATIONS ON THESE CREATURES.

So I only took the most important and relevant elements and incorporated them into the character.

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Extra facts about her:

Tami is the heiress and, to date, the last descendant of the Tomizawa family.

The Tomizawa family is a family of kitsunes dedicated to a chain of casinos in both the human world and the yokai cities. Therefore, they are a family with a lot of power and influence.

The mere fact of being kitsunes gives them status in the yokai world, as kitsunes are also seen as deities in some areas of Japan. This also applies to dragons and tengus.

Tami has four tails, which, given her young age, makes her a prodigy in the family. Very few kitsunes achieve so many tails so quickly, thanks to their disciplined magical training. Her tails can only be displayed in her divine form.

Tami, having four tails, and at her age, has powerful abilities, the main ones being shapeshifting: she can literally transform into ANYTHING and deform at will (such as changing her height or fur color); And the will-o'-the-wisp: This allows her to light and damage at will. She can control what she lights, and when she can damage others, sometimes her fire literally doesn't do any damage.

Being a shapeshifter, she has several to coexist in any situation. She has about six recurring ones (I'll draw them in the future).

The Tomizawa family symbol is a will-o'-the-wisp flame.

She got engaged to Miguel Angel after 7 days of dating. In fact, they had love at first sight, an aspect that no one takes seriously. In fact, Michelangello received some complaints from his family for daring to take such an important step in such a short time (no one understands).

They are mushy with each other, sometimes making others around them uncomfortable.

A yokai in the form of a fox-like animal is not the same as a kitsune; they are very different (for starters, the natural power they emanate).

Leo, in particular, isn't very fond of Tami, since her situation with Mikey is coincidentally the same as Splinter's with Big Mama. He fears that Tami could do the same to him and that she's just using Mikey for another purpose.

In her neutral form, Tami is twice Mikey's size, in fact, she's taller than Raph.

She's fluent in English, but her native language is Japanese (obviously).

Although she doesn't have perfect control over illusions, she can still master them with great concentration (especially if emotions are involved). She often uses them for self-defense.

She dislikes tanuki, as kitsunes and tanuki are enemies by nature, but she particularly has a personal grudge against all cat yokai, which she strongly hates them, such as bakenekos, nekomatas, neko musumes, or kashas. When she sees them, she has no patience for them and acts cold and distant. If they bother her, she can't help but growl and show her teeth.

When Mikey pets her, she can't help but twitch her tail or lightly tap it against the floor. She also makes whimpers and light fox sounds (she is a canine, after all).

Sometimes she transforms into a turtle yokai to please Mikey, but he doesn't mind at all; he loves her in any form.

Because of their natural shape-shifting power, kitsunes don't need a camouflage brooch.

Her parents wouldn't approve of Tami's relationship with Mikey, due to the fact that he isn't a yokai, but a mutant, and on top of that, he lives in a sewer in New York. The only reason they approve is because he is the genetic son of the Hamato clan. Furthermore, being the son of the great Lou Jitsu gives him an advantage, and they could have strong and powerful offspring.

Another reason Tami's parents approve is because he emanates powerful magic, enough to be worthy of being paired with a kitsune.

Big Mama is now a maid for the Tomizawa family, as she owed them certain debts, and to pay them off, she now has to work serving them.

Her favorite food is udon in almost all its forms.

When she met Mikey, she was encouraged to try pizza. Ironically, her favorite is the vegetarian pizza (just a personal preference). Whenever Mikey buys a pizza to share, he orders half pepperoni and half vegetarian.

Something they have in common is that they love to cook. Cooking together is an activity they both love to do.

When they sleep together, Mikey has a habit of hugging her tail; he loves how fluffy it is.

Never gamble with her in any game, because not only does she have luck on her side, but she also knows exactly how to bet and when to fold. After all, her family runs casinos.

The Tomizawa family is also in the lending business. They can always do business with certain powerful people and lend money and collect it when necessary, just like Big Mama did.

She's rather withdrawn and somewhat shy, due to her family's standards of strict manners and elegance. But when she is with Mikey, she can feel understood and be herself and experience new things.

Despite her shy nature, if you provoke her enough and push her boundaries, she can become very explosive and even frightening.

She is inspired by Lily Munster from The Munsters.

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Recuerdan que Tami era una kappa? bueno, ahora es una kitsune!! Este diseño era una de las experimentaciones cuando aun estaba en proceso de creacion, decidí reciclar este diseño por estetica y por importancia. Investigué mucho sobre los kitsunes y HAY MUCHA INFORMACION Y VERIONES SOBRE ESTAS CRIATURAS.

Así que solo tomé lo más importante y relevante y lo plasmé en el personaje

Datos extra sobre ella:

Tami es heredera y hasta ahora ultimo descendiente de la familia tomizawa

La familia tomizawa son una familia de kitsunes dedicados a una cadena de casinos tanto en el mundo humano como en las ciudades yokai. Así que son una familia con mucho poder e influencia

El mero echo de ser kitsunes les da estatus en el mundo yokai, ya que los kitsunes tambien son vistos como deidades en algunas zonas de japon. Esto tambien se da en los dragones y tengus

Tami tiene 4 colas, lo que para su corta edad la hace una prodigio en la familia, muy pocos kitsunes logran tantas colas tan rapido, esto gracias a su disiplina en entrenamiento magico. Sus colas solo las puede mostrar en su forma divina

Tami al tener 4 colas, y a su edad tiene habilidades poderosas, las principales son el cambio de forma: literalmente puede transformarse en CUALQUIER COSA y deformarse a voluntad (como cambiar sus estatura o color de pelaje); y el fuego fatuo: esto le permite iluminar y dañar a voluntad, ella puede controlar lo que ilumina y cuando daño puede hacer a otros, aveces su fuego literalmente no daña.

Al ser una cambiaformas, tiene varias para convivir en cualquier situacion, tiene alrededor de 6 recurrentes (las dibujaré en un futuro)

El simbolo de la familia tomizawa es una flama de fuego fatuo

Se comprometio con miguel angel a los 7 días de salir, de echo tuvieron un amor a primera vista, aspeto que nadie se toma en serio, de echo migel angel tuvo ciertas quejas de su familia por atreverse a dar un paso tan importante en tan poco tiempo (nadie lo entiende)

Son melosos el uno con el otro. Aveces incomodando a otros a su alrededor

No es lo mismo un yokai con forma de un animal zorruno a un kitsune, son muy diferentes (para empezar el poder natural que emanan)

Leo en particular no le tiene mucho cariño a Tami, ya que la situacion de ella con mikey es coincidentemente la misma que splinter con gran mama, y teme que tami pueda hacerle lo mismo y que solo este usando a mikey para otro proposito.

En su forma neutral, Tami es el doble de tamaño que mikey, de echo es más alta que rafa Domina a la perfeccion el ingles, pero su idioma madre es japones (logicamente)

Aunque no domina las ilusiones a la perfección, puede dominarlas con gran concentración (sobre todo si hay emociones involucradas). A menudo las usa para defenderse.

No le agradan los tanukis, ya que los kitsunes y los tanukis son enemigos por naturaleza, pero ella en particular tiene algo personal contra todos los yokai gatos, los repudia mucho, como son los bakenekos, nekomatas, neko musumes o kashas. Cuando los ve, no les tiene paciencia y se comporta fria y distante y si la molestan ella no puede evitar gruñir y mostrar los dientes

Cuando mikey la mima, ella no puede evitar mover la cola o golpearla ligeramente contra el piso, tambien hace gemidos y sonidos ligeros de zorro (después de todo ella es un canino)

Aveces ella se transforma en una yokai tortuga para complacer a mikey, pero eso no le importa en los absoluto, el la ama sea la forma que posea

Debido a su poder natural de cambiar forma, los kitsunes no necesitan un broche de camuflaje

Sus padres no aprobarían la relacion de tami con mikey, por el echo que el no es un yokai, si no un mutante y encima vivir en una alcantarilla en nueva york. La unica razon por la que lo aprueban es porque el es hijo por genes del clan hamato. Además ser hijo del gran lou jitsu le da ventaja y pueden tener desendencia fuerte y poderosa

Otra razon por la que los padres de tami lo aprueban es porque el emana magia poderosa, la suficiente para ser digna de ser emparejada con un kitsune

Gran mama ahora es sirvienta de la familia tomizawa, ya que ella tenía ciertas deudas con ellos, y para pagarlas ahora debe trabar sirviendoles

su comida favorita es el udon en casi todas sus presentaciones

Al conocer a mikey se animo a provar la pizza, ironicamente, su favorita es la pizza vegetariana (simple gusto personal). Siempre que mikey compra una pizza para compartir pide la mitad de pepperoni y la mitad vegetariana

Algo que tienen en comun, es que aman cocinar. Cocinar juntos es una actividad que adoran hacer

cuando duermen juntos, mikey tiene la costumbre de abrazar su cola, adora lo esponjosa que es

nunca juegues a apostar con ella en cualquier juego, pues ella no solo tiene la suerte a su favor, si no que sabe perfectamente como apostar y cuando retirarse, depués de todo su familia maneja casinos

La familia tomizawa tambien esta en el negocio del prestamismo. Siempre pueden hacer negocios con cierta gente con poder y prestar dinero y cobrarlo cuando es necesario, como lo fue gran mama

Ella es más bien algo retraida y algo timida. esto debido a los estandares de su familia que ella tiene modales estrictos y elegancia. Pero al estar con mikey, ella puede sentirse comprendida y ser ella misma y experimentar cosas nuevas

A pesar de su naturaleza timida, si la provocas lo suficiente y cruzas sus limites, ella puede llegar a ser muy explosiva e incluso dar miedo.

Ella esta inspirada en Lily Munter de Los Munsters

[chopshajen]

Did a limited palette painting of Ambessa using a palette from here!

It really made me sweat trying to figure out what colors should go where, it definitely got very Iron Man for a while before I worked it out LOL I looooove her design though and I’m pleased by how this came out! I want to do more exercises in this vein

[tarotwithavi]

Your future spouse's first impression of you

How they saw you+ how they felt

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How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

🪻๑ Your future spouse’s first impression of you is very dynamic and layered. When they first meet you, they see someone who is intelligent, independent, and intriguing , a person with depth and a story. They notice that you seem very capable and grounded, like someone who can work well with others and build something meaningful in life. They admire your ability to collaborate or connect with people, and they feel like you have a natural way of making things happen with precision and balance. You give off the energy of someone who is hardworking and focused, but at the same time, there’s something very fresh and adventurous about you that pulls them in. There’s an air of mystery about you that really catches their attention. It’s almost as if they sense you don’t reveal everything right away, and they find themselves wanting to know more. You seem like someone who has learned to protect themselves emotionally someone who doesn’t let just anyone in. They might feel like you’ve walked away from certain things in your life to grow and evolve, and this makes you seem strong and self-aware. They see you as someone who knows what they want, even if it means making tough choices to get there. At the same time, you seem very youthful and spontaneous. They feel like you have this spark an adventurous, curious side that’s full of optimism. You’re someone who isn’t afraid to take a leap of faith, and this is both exciting and inspiring to them. It’s like you bring a breath of fresh air into their life, and they’re drawn to your energy. They might see you as someone who lives life with a sense of freedom and possibility, but also with wisdom guiding your actions. Their emotional reaction to you is a mix of admiration and curiosity. They admire your intelligence and grounded energy, but they also feel a sense of lightness and playfulness around you. You make them feel like there’s a deeper layer to explore, but they also see someone who has been through challenges and come out stronger. There’s a feeling of balance they sense both your serious and playful sides, and they’re captivated by how you embody both.

🪻๑ Symbols like water, ships, or bridges might feel significant here, representing the emotional and personal journeys they sense in you. They feel like you’re someone who can transition smoothly from one stage of life to another, leaving behind what no longer serves you and moving toward brighter horizons. The number 6 feels important—it might symbolize harmony, balance, or give clues about when or how you’ll meet. Colors like deep blue, gold, and green come to mind, reflecting wisdom, abundance, and growth. On a deeper level, they might sense that you’re someone who has a strong moral compass or values someone who stands firm in what they believe, but also keeps an open mind to new experiences. They see you as a leader in your own way, someone others can look up to. Your confidence shines through, even if you don’t realize it. Emotionally, they feel a bit charmed by you, like you have a way of pulling people in without even trying. But there’s also a sense of caution they might feel like you wear a “mask” at times, not showing your full self right away. This doesn’t come across negatively; instead, it intrigues them and makes them want to understand you on a deeper level. They feel like you’re someone who values your privacy and shares your true self only with those you trust. There’s also a sense of romantic energy here. You stir something in them , a gentle, dreamy feeling that they can’t quite put into words. They might even feel like they’re being “charmed” by you, almost as if meeting you feels too good to be true. However, they also sense that you’re not easily fooled or manipulated. You come across as someone who has strong boundaries and won’t let anyone take advantage of you.

Pile 2

🪻๑ When your future spouse first meets you, their impression is powerful, almost electric. They see you as someone who stands out in a crowd, someone confident, magnetic, and radiant. You immediately catch their attention because of the way you carry yourself , there’s something commanding yet warm about your presence. You exude self-assurance and creativity, but it’s not just about appearances. They feel there’s depth to you, and this stirs a mix of admiration, attraction, and curiosity within them. One of the first things they notice is your charisma. You give off an energy that’s bold yet approachable, like you know your worth but don’t flaunt it. To them, you feel larger than life, someone who is not afraid to shine, and they’re naturally drawn to your energy. They feel inspired by your confidence and the sense that you’re someone who’s going places. Whether through your actions or the way you present yourself, you seem to have a strong sense of purpose. At the same time, they can see your softer, more nurturing side. They view you as someone who’s not only strong but also deeply caring and comforting. There’s a sense of emotional warmth about you that makes them feel at ease, like they could open up to you and feel safe. To them, you embody a perfect mix of strength and vulnerability, someone who is both a leader and a source of support.

🪻๑They feel a rush of excitement and attraction, almost like a spark that catches them off guard. But there’s also a sense of hesitation or fear perhaps they worry that you’re too good to be true or that they wouldn’t live up to your standards. They might even feel intimidated by how confident and accomplished you seem. This leaves them feeling a little unsteady, as if meeting you has made them question their own readiness or worthiness. There’s also a sense of mystery about you. They can tell that there’s more to you than meets the eye, and this leaves them wanting to learn everything about you. They might feel like you don’t reveal all of yourself at once, and that makes you even more intriguing. You give off the energy of someone who has been through challenges and comes out stronger, and this makes them respect you even more. The themes of growth and balance are strong in their impression of you. They might see you as someone who’s patient, someone who knows how to nurture both yourself and the people around you. You come across as someone who is building something meaningful in your life, whether that’s personal growth, career success, or strong relationships. They admire your ability to stay grounded while still dreaming big.

🪻๑ Symbols like fire, the moon, and lightning come through strongly, suggesting that your energy is both powerful and transformative. Fire represents your charisma and confidence, while the moon reflects the mystery and emotional depth they see in you. Lightning symbolizes the impact you make on them; it's sudden, intense, and unforgettable. Colors like gold, red, and soft silver stand out, symbolizing your warmth, vitality, and quiet strength. The number 6 feels significant, representing harmony, love, and balance, which aligns with how they see you as someone who embodies both passion and care. There’s also an interesting dynamic where they feel both a strong attraction to you and a sense of comfort, as if they’ve known you for a long time. They see potential for both romance and friendship in you, which makes their feelings even stronger. You strike them as someone who could be both their partner and their safe space a rare combination that feels incredibly special to them. While their feelings for you are intense and immediate, there’s also a layer of hesitation as they process how deeply you’ve impacted them. You make them feel alive, inspired, and maybe even a little unprepared for the kind of connection they sense is possible with you. Meeting you feels like a moment that shifts something within them, and they’ll carry that first impression with them for a long time.

Pile 3

🪻๑ When your future spouse first meets you, their impression is a beautiful mix of admiration, curiosity, and awe. They see you as someone who is both strong and graceful, with an inner calm that feels almost magnetic. You have a natural presence that makes you stand out like you’re someone who doesn’t just exist but truly *lives*. There’s a sense that you’re deeply in touch with yourself, your emotions, and your surroundings, and this is something they notice right away. Their first thought about you is that you’re unique someone who has a quiet confidence that doesn’t need to be loud or boastful. You come across as very balanced and centered, as if you’ve mastered the art of staying calm even in chaos. To them, you seem like someone who has been through life’s ups and downs but carries those experiences with grace. There’s a deep respect for the emotional and mental strength they sense in you. They also notice your creative and adventurous side. You seem to them like someone who is unafraid to take risks, step out of your comfort zone, and embrace the unknown. This free-spirited energy makes you feel fresh and exciting to them almost like a breath of fresh air. They admire the way you’re open to new experiences and willing to trust in the process of life. You give off the energy of someone who is playful yet wise, which feels incredibly refreshing to them. Meeting you stirs something deep within them. They feel intrigued by you and slightly captivated, almost as if there’s a magical quality to your energy. They might have initially admired you from afar, wondering who you are and what it would be like to get closer to you. You seem like someone who is calm on the surface but holds layers of depth and passion beneath. This contrast makes you feel mysterious to them, and it sparks their desire to know more about you.

🪻๑ They see you as someone who embodies harmony and balance, but they also sense you’re someone who doesn’t settle for less than you deserve. You come across as someone who values growth and collaboration you’re not just about your own success but also about building meaningful connections with others. This makes them see you as someone who is not only beautiful on the outside but also full of substance. On a deeper level, they might feel that meeting you is no coincidence. There’s something about your presence that feels serendipitous, almost fated. They might not understand it fully in the moment, but they feel drawn to you in a way that’s hard to explain. There’s a sense that you bring out something in them maybe a desire to grow, learn, or simply be a better person. This subtle yet powerful effect makes you unforgettable in their eyes.

🪻๑ Symbols that stand out here include the sun, flowers, and flowing water. The sun reflects your warmth and vitality the way you light up the space around you. Flowers symbolize your natural beauty and growth, while flowing water represents your calm yet ever-evolving nature. Colors like gold, green, and white feel significant, representing abundance, balance, and purity. The number 3 stands out, symbolizing creativity, connection, and new beginnings. They also feel a strong admiration for how you balance your personal strength with kindness and compassion. You’re someone who can stand firm in your beliefs without being harsh or overly rigid, and this is something they deeply respect. To them, you seem like someone who knows what you want in life and isn’t afraid to work for it but you do so with grace and humility. There’s a spark of attraction that goes beyond just physical beauty. They find themselves drawn to your energy and the way you carry yourself. They might feel like you’re a bit of a mystery a blend of someone they want to protect but also someone who doesn’t need protecting because of how strong you are. This mix of admiration, intrigue, and respect makes their first impression of you incredibly powerful. Meeting you feels almost magical to them, as if they’ve stumbled upon someone truly extraordinary. You leave a lasting impression that’s both inspiring and deeply personal, setting the stage for something meaningful in the future.

[monster-disaster]

A request for two exoskeleton aliens that are very addicted to feeling and fondling a cute squishy human they found

alien!Scad x human!Reader x alien!Talex Good to know: smut, threesome

A/N: Exoskeleton aliens were really specific and I hope my aliens are close to what you imagined. And if you wanted something more like Tarzan meets Jane type of thing, don't worry, I want to write something like that in the near future. :)

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Your breathing is ragged and uneven as you hurry along the endless corridors that lead you outside to the ship that arrived not long ago. The sharp click of your sleek black heels against the gray tiles echoes through the empty hall in perfect rhythm with your rushing steps. Each knock bounces off the tall, blank walls, mixing with the soft, desperate huffs escaping your lips as you push forward. Your bag almost falls off your shoulder, but your fingers are tight and firm around the black straps. It wrinkles the white fabric of your shirt underneath it.

"They are here," Jim says, opening the door for you when he sees you approaching. "And you are late."

You can't help but scoff. "Thanks, Captain Obvious."

"Come on," he waves. "Hurry."

Keeping your thoughts about the man to yourself, you turn your focus to the grandiose spaceship that gleams under the bright sun at the top of the clear blue sky. The metal doors are already open, and at the base of the long stairs, you can see the guests among your other co-workers.

As a Cultural Ambassador, you meet beings from different planets all the time. It’s your job to understand their customs, their ways of life, and to bridge the gap between their worlds and yours. Yet, despite all your training and experience, you are still sometimes caught off guard by how different they can appear compared to what you are used to on Earth. That’s probably one of the reasons you love your job so much. There’s always something new to learn, something unfamiliar to explore.

From this distance, their skin appears to shift colors depending on the light; a shimmering green with hints of blue and purple that ripple across their form. As you walk closer, you realize their skin is more like an armor, a natural exoskeleton that covers them from head to toe. They stand tall and lean, with long arms and legs that bend in ways unfamiliar to human anatomy. The joints at their knees curve gracefully backward, resembling the powerful hind legs of a predator built for speed and agility.

"That’s new," Jim hums beside you, easily keeping pace with the rhythmic clicks of your high heels.

"Shut up," you hiss under your breath, eyes narrowing in annoyance as you keep your focus ahead. "They have a great hearing."

The closer you get, the more details you see. Their bodies are a blend of hard, angular bones and taut muscles. Though they may seem slim, there’s no doubt in you about the immense power lurking beneath their armor-like skin. They resemble the perfect fusion of the grace and agility of prey with the raw strength and precision of a predator. They carry all the best attributes of both types, presenting a striking balance of beauty and strength.

“Wow,” Jim mutters, but you only send him a brief, sidelong glance before turning your full attention back to the aliens.

You offer a calm and friendly smile, one you’ve practiced countless times for these occasions.

“Welcome to Earth,” you greet them in their own language. The unfamiliar words roll off your tongue with a heavy accent as you approach. Your posture is relaxed and open, with your back straight and your arms hanging comfortably by your sides.

"I hope your journey was comfortable,” you say, stopping a few feet away from them. “I’m Y/N. We’ve already communicated through messages.”

“Yes,” one of them replies, reaching out his hand for you. The gesture, while surprising, isn’t entirely unfamiliar. As diplomats of their home planet, they’re also learning your customs. You accept the hand and shake it briefly. “I’m Scad, and this is Talex.” The other male gives a wave, though the motion feels unusual coming from him.

“Are we ready to go?” you ask, directing the question mostly to your co-workers. They nod, stepping back to give you space to do your job.

“Yes,” Talex responds. His voice is smooth and gentle.

“Great,” you smile warmly. “Let’s make the best of your time here.”

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The restaurant buzzes with life, rich with the soft music playing in the background and the low murmur of conversations weaving through the delicate clinking of cutlery and glasses.

You glance at Talex and Scad, who sit across from you. Their expressions are a blend of curiosity and cautious enthusiasm as they take their first bites of the steak you recommended. Their skin seems to shimmer under lights that cast a soft glow over the polished wood tables and vibrant artwork adorning the walls.

“So, what do you think?” you ask after a few quiet moments, letting them savor the flavors.

Talex hums thoughtfully, his large, all-black eyes reflecting the dim light above. “Much softer than what we are used to,” he replies. His voice is smooth and gentle, almost melodic.

Scad nods beside him, his slender fingers are still around the fork as he takes another bite. “But I miss more spice,” he adds honestly.

“More spice?” You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. When they nod in agreement, a smile spreads across your face. “Then we’ll have to try my favorite restaurant next time. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“I still feel guilty we didn’t bring some of our favorite dishes with us,” Talex says, a note of regret lacing his words. “But we weren’t sure it would be good for human digestion.”

You suppress a laugh, trying to maintain your polite demeanor. “It’s fine, really,” you assure him. From what they shared about their home planet and their culinary customs, the dishes sounded raw and rather... challenging for your human system. You imagine vibrant colors and strange textures that would likely send your stomach into a confused spiral.

Scad takes a sip of his drink, his expression brightening as he savors the wine. The tangy notes dance on his tongue, and you can see the delight in his large, dark eyes as he nods appreciatively after every sip. “We are curious about your spices,” he says, his voice smooth and melodic, carrying a hint of excitement. “What kinds of flavors do humans use usually?” He tilts his head slightly, his long limbs moving gracefully as he continues to eat, a picture of both elegance and curiosity.

"It depends on the country, really," you reply. “Each region has its own unique flavors and combinations. If you enjoy spices, you might find a lot of countries’ dishes intriguing."

“And the dessert?” Talex chimes in, his eyes widening with eager anticipation as he looks up from his plate. There’s an almost childlike excitement in his strange, alien-like expression, as if he is already envisioning the chocolate cake you mentioned a few days ago, despite the fact that he still has half of his steak left.

You can’t help but laugh. “It will come soon,” you assure him with a playful smile spreading across your face. “I promise, it’s worth the wait!”

Scad glances between you and Talex, a curious tilt to his head. “Is it… sweet?”

“Very sweet,” you reply, leaning in slightly as if sharing a delicious secret. “It’s rich and creamy, with layers of chocolate that just melt in your mouth. The texture is like velvet, and it’s often topped with a ganache that makes it even better.”

You already talked about it with Talex, and he found your human sweets and snacks really intriguing. While they enjoy tastes and meals are a significant part of their social life, the thought of eating just for fun and not for company or nutrients is strange. They don’t even have these kinds of sweet tastes where they come from, so you want to show them as much as you can while they are here.

Their stay on Earth has been without a hitch so far. The aliens are kind and polite, always eager to engage in whatever activities you suggest to show or teach them about your planet and its diverse creatures. In turn, they share fascinating stories about their home, too. They express their appreciation for the comfort and softness that Earth has to offer, especially considering that their own planet can be quite hostile. The harsh conditions there have shaped them, resulting in their armor-like skin you noticed immediately when you saw them the first time. You also discover that the differences between their males and females are strikingly minimal, limited mainly to their genitals and colors. Much like the diverse spices found on Earth, their males tend to be more colorful with vibrant hues and patterns. And while you might expect aliens from such a harsh planet to be rough themselves, they are surprisingly refined, especially in their appreciation of technology and art. They are advanced in both fields, which makes every visit to museums and galleries a delight for them. They seem genuinely fascinated by Earth’s creations, examining each piece with an almost childlike curiosity. The more you get to know them, the more ideas you gather about other places and experiences they might enjoy here.

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"So," Scad says, breaking the monotone rumble of the car as he studies the brochure you gave him. "This is… music?"

"Yes," you reply, nodding as you turn your attention from the window and the passing city to look at him. "From what you've told me, our classical music is actually quite similar to what you play on your planet."

"Do they have chocolate cakes?" Talex asks, already guessing the answer when he glances at you and sees the smile spreading across your face.

"No," you tell him, chuckling. "But we can get some after the concert. There’s a popular café near my apartment that sells cakes too."

The younger of the two smiles and nods eagerly. "I can’t wait."

Ever since Talex first tried chocolate cake at the restaurant, he’s been a little obsessed with it, much to Scad’s surprise. Scad hadn’t taken to the cake himself, but you’re determined not to give up just yet. You are sure there’s a dessert out there that will suit his tastes, too, and you are ready to help him find it.

The city is alive and buzzing with nightlife. Vibrant lights and neon signs spill through the tinted car windows, casting colored reflections over the seats. The hum of traffic mingles with the steady rumble of the engine as you make your way through the crowded streets. It’s Friday night, and the sidewalks are filled with people. Some are heading home after a long day, while others are eager to unwind with friends, ready to keep the night going until sunrise.

When you arrive at the theater, long rows of people are already lined up, chatting and shuffling impatiently, eager to get inside. The chill in the air nips through your black dress and matching jacket, which do little to guard you against the cold.

Once inside, you are greeted by a rush of warmth. The tickets are still in your hands as you watch your companions take in the opulent interior. Talex’s gaze drifts upward, transfixed by the golden details that gleam under the grand chandelier hanging from the intricately painted ceiling. The bright light dances off polished surfaces, illuminating the marble pillars and casting soft reflections across the hall.

"Your architecture is amazing," he murmurs, still staring upward as you gently take his arm to guide him through the crowd. "Our buildings are more like what you call ‘modern.’"

Scad nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on the sweeping staircases and rich wood paneling. "Our buildings are efficient to build, but not nearly as satisfying to look at."

"Come then," you say with a smile, still holding onto Talex’s arm. "I think you’re going to enjoy tonight."

Guiding them through the bustling lobby, you lead them up to the gallery. Once there, they take in the grand view from above, where the entire stage and rows of seats below spread out. The soft murmur of the crowd blends with the faint tuning of instruments from behind the curtain, building an air of anticipation.

"Amazing," Talex sighs again, and you only smile.

The short wait, until the concert begins, passes with quiet conversation as they occasionally ask you questions, but mostly, they are captivated, taking everything in while you watch them with patience and some pride. Seeing their awe gives you a renewed appreciation for it all; each detail of the theater seems more delicate, more grandiose through their eyes.

When the thick, red curtain finally parts and the first notes resonate through the hall, a flutter of anticipation stirs in your stomach. You want them to enjoy this, to feel something new.

As the night unfolds and each melody follows the next, you notice them gradually relaxing against the plush red seats, becoming immersed in the experience. Their alien expressions are subtle and hard to read, but with each passing day, you’re getting better at interpreting the quiet, telling glances they exchange and the slight shifts in their posture.

By the time the concert ends, you can tell they enjoyed it without needing to ask. There’s a lightness in their steps and a glint of excitement in their eyes as you leave the bright hall of the theater and step into the vibrant, bustling street. The black car with your chauffeur for the night is already waiting, and it merges smoothly into the flow of traffic once you are all inside.

"So," you smile, glancing at them. "I take it you enjoyed the concert?"

"It was really fascinating," Scad replies thoughtfully. "Our instruments are quite similar, but more..." He trails off, searching for the right word that doesn’t seem to come.

"Modern," Talex offers, then makes a face, clearly dissatisfied. "Not quite the word, but…" he gives a small shrug as if words are too limited.

You nod with understanding. "I get it," you say warmly, appreciating their attempt to bridge the language gap.

"Can we come back again?" Scad asks, casting a last, lingering look over his shoulder at the theater as it fades from view with a left turn.

"Of course," you reply with a smile. "There are all kinds of concerts. We can look up the ones that might interest you the most."

"And now, can I get my cake?" Talex asks, a grin spreading across his face, his dark eyes bright with anticipation.

You chuckle and nod. "Yes, absolutely."

The café is still open and lively when you arrive, the warm air rich with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the hum of conversations and the clinking of cups.

"What should I try?" Scad asks, eyeing the display, while Talex’s choice is clear from the eager look on his face.

"Well, since chocolate isn’t your favorite but you like our fruits, maybe something with berries?" you suggest, gesturing to the colorful pastries.

Then, turning to Talex, you grin. "And for you, we have something called hot chocolate."

"Oh?" Talex hums, intrigued. "It’s not like coffee, is it?"

You laugh, recalling his reactions to coffee’s bitterness. "No, nothing like coffee."

"And you might like green tea," you say, glancing back at Scad with a knowing smile. "I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it."

There’s so much you want them to try, so many flavors and experiences to share. You almost worry you will give both yourself and them a bit of a whirlwind.

"I trust your choices," Scad replies with a nod, and Talex quickly mirrors him.

When you get your order and scan the busy café, you can’t help but sigh. There’s no way you’ll find a free table anytime soon.

"Sorry," the cashier says with an apologetic smile. You give a friendly nod, reassuring her with a smile of your own, and bid her goodbye before rejoining Scad and Talex, who have stayed out of the crowd’s way.

“There’s no space here,” you tell them, handing over their boxes with drinks and cakes. “But we could go up to my apartment if you’re interested,” you offer, then quickly add, “But you’re also welcome to head home if you’re tired. I’d understand.”

"No," Talex responds immediately, only to let out a small groan as Scad nudges him with an elbow, a gesture he’s picked up since coming to Earth.

"We don’t want to be a burden, Y/N," Scad says, looking almost bashful.

"Oh, no, not at all," you insist, shaking your head. "I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. Come on, let’s go."

Your apartment is only a few minutes’ walk away, perched on the top floor with a lovely view over the city skyline. It’s nothing grand, but it’s cozy, and it’s home.

"I imagined something more... I’m not sure," Talex murmurs as he takes in the space with open curiosity. "You’re always so put together and professional, but your home is... soft and comfortable."

Scad nods in agreement. "And colorful."

Most of your furniture is secondhand, pieces you couldn’t resist picking up from flea markets or online listings. Colorful pictures and paintings fill the walls, lush plants soften the corners, and piles of blankets and pillows add texture to the couch and armchair.

“What is this?” Talex asks, pointing to a vintage birdcage hanging beside the TV.

You chuckle, feeling a bit sheepish. “It’s silly, I know. It’s an old birdcage, but I use it to hold my jewelry.”

“Birdcage?” Talex repeats, intrigued.

“People on Earth keep all kinds of animals as pets,” you explain with a smile. “But I don’t have a bird.”

“No?” Talex looks at you, flicking a necklace gently with his finger.

You shake your head. “I wouldn’t have time for a pet, and besides, I’d never keep a bird in that tiny cage.”

“It’s creative,” Talex nods thoughtfully, his face lighting up. “I like it.”

You laugh, pleased by his interest. “I’m glad you do.”

You spend the next hour gathered around your small dining table, chatting about everything from desserts to upcoming concerts as you browse tickets online.

“I think you’ll enjoy this one, too,” you murmur while confirming the order. “And how’s the chocolate?” you ask Talex, catching a glimpse of Scad as he rises from his seat to wander over to the window.

“It’s really good,” the younger alien replies with a hint of a smile. “But you already knew that.”

You laugh, barely hiding your satisfaction. “I had a feeling.”

Scad interrupts your banter, his voice thoughtful as he looks out at the city below. “Now I see why you chose this place.”

“Yeah,” you say, moving to stand beside him. The city is alive with people and traffic. Lights reflect off the glass buildings and stretch out into the night. “When I saw this view, I knew I’d want to see it every day.”

Scad turns his gaze back to you, his expression a mix of curiosity and admiration. “It’s beautiful. So much movement… so much life.”

“It’s easy to get lost in it. Sometimes, I find myself just watching the streets, the way people interact, how the city breathes.”

“It feels… different here. The energy is more vibrant than on our planet.”

Scad turns back to the window. "It’s lively… almost overwhelming.”

"It can be," you agree. "Is it so different where you come from?"

He nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on the scene outside. “It can be busy too, especially in our cities, but it’s not so vibrant. Now that we’ve started opening up to other planets, we’re seeing more species coming in, but nothing like this. All these creatures, and they can still coexist together.”

"I'm not even sure humans could survive on our planet," Talex speaks up from behind you, closer than you anticipated. "Your kind is so soft and vulnerable."

Before you can process the shift in the atmosphere, you feel the alien's hard chest pressing against your back. The sudden contact makes your breath hitch, yet it’s not enough to make you step away.

"We can be resilient too," you reply weakly, earning a chuckle from Scad.

"Hard to believe," he says, looking over you with an amused expression. There’s no malice in his words, so you don’t feel offended, even though an argument is ready to roll off your tongue. However, Talex’s long, slender fingers resting on your hips stop the train of your thoughts immediately.

"What are you doing?" you manage to ask, feeling your heart race.

"Humans are fascinating," Talex muses, his voice low and thoughtful, though it’s not the answer you wanted. "You are so fascinating."

Scad takes a step closer, his gaze locked onto you. "Soft."

You gulp, warmth flooding your chest and creeping up to your cheeks. "Yeah," you croak out. "You said that."

"And pliant," Talex adds, his breath warm against the crook of your neck, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. "And I'm really curious."

You know you shouldn’t ask, but the question slips out before you can stop yourself. "About what?"

Scad grins, a mischievous glint flickering in his large, black eyes. "Call it human anatomy."

The room feels charged, your heartbeat echoing in your ears as you try to gauge their intentions. There’s an intensity in the air, a palpable curiosity that you can’t ignore. The way they regard you sends your thoughts spiraling.

"What exactly do you want to know?"

Talex leans in slightly, his expression earnest yet playful. "How does your kind express affection? How do you communicate intimacy?"

Scad watches you closely as if assessing your reaction. "We’ve seen some of your gestures, hugs, kisses. But we want to understand more. What does it feel like?"

You take a breath, caught off guard by their candidness. "It’s… it’s a way to connect, to show trust and care," you explain, your voice steadying. "Humans often use touch to convey emotions."

"Touch," Talex repeats, his fingers brushing lightly against your hip as he absorbs your words. "Like this?"

His touch sends a shiver through you, igniting a mixture of warmth and uncertainty. "Yes, but it can mean different things depending on the context," you clarify, your heart racing. "It can be comforting, passionate, or even just friendly."

Scad tilts his head, contemplating your response. "And how do you know what kind of touch is appropriate?"

You pause, considering how to articulate the nuances of human interactions. "It depends on the relationship and the situation. You learn to read the signs; the body language, tone of voice, and the setting. It’s all part of understanding each other."

Talex's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "And is it always clear?"

"Not always," you admit. "Sometimes it can be complicated. Misunderstandings happen."

"It seems much easier for us," Talex says, his fingers still exploring the fabric of your dress. His touch is light and curious. "There are rules and customs to follow."

"We have those too," you tell him, struggling to keep your thoughts organized. "But it can get... confusing."

"Is it confusing now?" Scad asks, stepping even closer until you find yourself effectively trapped between their hard, lean bodies.

"Yes," you reply, your voice steady despite the rapid flutter of your heart.

"And how should we make it more obvious?" he asks, his hand reaching out to gently smooth over your jaw, his touch both tender and electrifying.

"It depends," you reply. "What do you want to make more obvious?"

"Our desire to get to know you more... intimately," he states, his tone steady as he maintains eye contact. The admission hangs in the air between you, charged with anticipation.

You swallow, the weight of his words sinking in. "Intimacy is a delicate thing," you say softly, feeling your heart race.

Talex nods behind you. "We will be really careful then." He reaches for the zipper of your dress, and with one smooth motion, he pulls it down. The tight fabric loosens around your body, and soon, pooling at your feet.

A shiver of surprise runs through you as the cool air brushes against your skin. You can feel your blood burning in your veins as the aliens look over you, letting their gaze linger on the soft curves of your body and the detailed lace of your underwear.

"Everyone looks like you?" Scad asks, his fingers slipping down your neck and across your collarbone.

"No," you tell them. "Some are softer, some are harder. There are no rules about how we should look." You pause, searching for the right words. "Humans come in all shapes, sizes, and styles."

"Softer?" Talex asks, his brow quirking with curiosity. "You seem soft enough."

You huff a laugh, caught slightly off guard. "Thanks?"

"You are welcome," the alien grins, his expression a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "So? What is next?"

Scad groans, exasperated. "Talex!"

"What? You are slow," Talex retorts with a smirk, clearly enjoying the banter.

You clear your throat, trying to regain some focus amid their playful bickering. "Well, sometimes people kiss."

Scad's interest piques.

"We do that too," Talex adds, his tone serious. "Though, I bet it feels different for you."

"Let’s see," Scad says, and before you can fully comprehend his words, he cups your cheeks with a gentle yet firm grip and leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

It's not the slow, tentative approach you had anticipated; no, it’s fast and intense. Scad’s lips move against yours with urgency, his mouth parting yours before you can process anything, his tongue slipping in to explore. The texture of his tongue is surprisingly rough, and his movements are demanding, taking much more than you are ready to give.

A breathless moment passes before Talex interrupts with a hint of impatience in his tone. "Now, me," he grunts, pulling you away from Scad's grasp to press his lips to yours.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Talex steals it away again. His kiss is just as fervent, if not more so. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, demanding your attention. You find yourself swept up in the intensity of the moment, feeling the heat radiating from both of them.

"Can I take these off?" Scad's voice breaks through the haze of your mind, and you have to force yourself to pull away from the kiss. Your lips feel warm and swollen, tingling from the intensity.

You know you should tell them no. You should stop this before it goes any further, but the heat of the moment is overwhelming. "Yes," you whisper, barely recognizing your own voice.

With surprising ease, the alien unclasp your bra. The delicate fabric falls away to the ground. A startled gasp escapes your lips as he pulls down your panties, too, the cool air rushing against your skin, followed immediately by the warmth of his hands gripping the softness of your ass.

"Wait," you squeak, instinctively turning to escape his touch, but instead, you inadvertently push yourself against Talex. The contact is electric, and you feel a rush of heat as your body presses against his.

"Fuck," Talex groans, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. His breath hitches as he feels your softness against his hard skin. "So soft."

The contrast between their bodies heightens your senses, and you can't help but feel a thrill at their reaction. The moment is charged with a mix of curiosity and longing, and you are caught in a whirlwind of sensations.

Talex's hands find their way to your waist, his fingers splaying out over your skin, grounding you in the overwhelming reality of the situation. You can feel the tension build as Scad watches intently, his gaze lingering on the two of you with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"We should-" you stammer, struggling to find your words as Talex's hands glide over your bare skin without pause. Scad's gaze feels like a tangible weight on you, burning with intensity. "We should sit down," you finally manage to say, hoping the suggestion will give you a moment to clear your mind.

"That's a great idea," Talex agrees, his tone laced with eagerness as he gently guides you toward the couch.

They move like predators, each step quick and graceful, their limbs fluid and poised in a way that feels both alien and mesmerizing. Their legs, so different from yours, move with elegance. The warm glow of the city lights filters through the window, casting a soft illumination over the room and highlighting every hard line of their bodies. The yellow light dances across their armor-like skin, accentuating the sleek contours and the vibrant colors that shift subtly with their movements.

They sit down at your sides, caging you between them once again.

"I want more kisses," Talex demands, cupping your jaw to turn your head so he can capture your lips once again. His kiss is insistent, a mix of urgency and longing, and your moan is muffled against him, vibrating through his chest as he swallows the soft sounds leaving your lips.

Meanwhile, Scad makes himself busy, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a tingling path of warmth that sends shivers down your spine until he reaches your breast. You can feel his curiosity as he gropes your soft flesh, exploring its weight with a gentle yet demanding touch. When he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his rough tongue over the sensitive bud, you squeak at the sudden sensation, the pleasure shocking you.

Talex pulls away briefly, peeking down at his friend with wide eyes of surprise, but it only takes a moment for him to follow suit. He pushes you back against the couch, claiming your other breast for himself. Your head falls back with a moan as they work roughly and impatiently on your sensitive flesh, their mouths moving in tandem, licking and sucking, igniting every nerve in your body.

The heat of their bodies pressed against you, combined with the dual sensations of their tongues on your nipples, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. Each flick of their tongues and each gentle bite only heightens your desire, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. You can hardly process the rush of sensations as they alternate between teasing and devouring, their fervor making it clear how much they crave you.

“Is it good?” Scad asks, his lips brushing over your nipple as he speaks. Your skin glistens with his saliva, and you can barely form a coherent thought.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, your voice airy and light, caught in the haze of pleasure.

“What else do you do?” he presses.

You can’t believe you are getting flustered even now, but the intensity of their attention has your cheeks burning. You nibble on your lip, feeling the softness swell from their kisses. A mix of embarrassment and excitement floods your senses.

“Well,” you stammer, trying to gather your thoughts. “There are other ways to be intimate… kissing, touching… exploring each other…” Your voice trails off. The heat in the room makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the warmth of their bodies pressed against you.

Scad's gaze sharpens, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “Show us,” he urges. “We want to learn.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding as you realize just how deep this exploration could go.

Slowly, you open your legs, feeling a rush of anticipation. The movement prompts Talex to tear himself away from your breast, and both aliens look down between your thighs with keen curiosity.

“Our females look different,” Scad remarks. His voice is laced with intrigue. “They are hard everywhere, protected by their skin.”

“Well,” you gulp, your heart racing as you watch Scad’s hand slip down your stomach, “we are not.”

Talex nods in understanding, his gaze locked on your exposed skin. Scad’s hand slides between your thighs, and a gasp escapes your lips when his fingers brush against your heat.

“Fuck,” Scad groans, his eyes widening as he feels your softness. “She is so soft.”

Without hesitation, Talex mirrors his friend’s movements, letting his rough fingertips glide across your wet folds. “Show us,” he says, his voice low and eager. “How do we make you feel good?”

“Okay,” you breathe out, your desire intensifying. You reach down to your pussy, your heart racing. “This is my clit,” you explain, circling the sensitive bud. “It’s really sensitive.”

Scad pushes your hand aside, eager to replicate your movements. “And this…” you continue, your voice growing shaky, “…is where a male puts his penis during… sex.”

Taking the lead, Talex lets his long, slender fingers slip inside you. “So warm,” he groans, astonished by your softness. “And you are so wet, too.”

“I’m curious,” Scad hums, his finger flicking your clit with gentle precision. “Can I taste you?”

“Yes,” you answer, the word bursting forth with urgency. “Please.”

Scad’s eyes light up with excitement as he positions himself between your thighs. You feel a shiver of anticipation course through you as he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“Just relax,” Talex encourages, watching intently, his fingers still moving within you. The sensations are overwhelming, leaving you dizzy.

Scad gently parts your folds with his fingers, and you gasp at the feeling of his touch. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as he brings his mouth closer to your core.

When his tongue finally makes contact, you arch your back. Scad’s movements are curious and eager, his tongue exploring your sensitive skin with a mix of caution and fervor. You can’t help but moan, the sound spilling from your lips as pleasure washes over you.

Talex watches intently, captivated by the sight before him. “Is it good?” he asks. There is a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yes,” you gasp, unable to contain your pleasure as Scad works expertly with his tongue, flicking and swirling in ways that leave you trembling. “It feels amazing.”

“Show us what else you like,” Talex urges, his fingers still moving inside your pussy.

With a nod, you guide Scad’s head, pressing him closer as you feel the tension building within you. “Right there,” you guide, your voice breathy and desperate.

The alien responds to your instructions, his tongue rubbing against your clit, teasing and licking with increasing pace. You feel the pressure in your core tighten, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

“Don’t stop,” you urge, your hands gripping the couch as you surrender to the sensations. “I’m so close.”

Talex watches you, mesmerized by the way your body reacts to Scad’s touch.

The combination of their attentions, Scad’s mouth, and Talex’s fingers, drives you to the edge. With a final, overwhelming wave of ecstasy, you cry out, your body trembling as you release. The world around you fades into bliss.

Scad pulls back, his mouth glistening and a satisfied grin spreading across his face. His black eyes glimmer with delight.

“How does she taste?” Talex asks, breaking the silence.

“Better than any cake,” Scad replies, licking his lips as if to savor the memory. A flutter of excitement dances in your stomach at their unabashed enthusiasm.

You scoff a breathy laugh. “Well, I’m glad I could provide some competition for dessert.”

“Competition? You’ve set a pretty high bar. I think I need a taste for myself.” Talex grins, his gaze intense as he shifts between your thighs, replacing Scad.

You can feel the tension re-borning in the air, electric and charged with anticipation. The aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through your body, but they are already ready to continue.

Before you can catch your breath, Scad captures your mouth in a searing kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating, as he thrusts into your mouth with a delicious urgency. Meanwhile, Talex’s mouth is busy between your thighs, slurping up your wetness with hunger. The sensations blend and swirl around you, making it hard to think straight.

The dual stimulation is dizzying; you can barely comprehend the delicious heat pooling in your core. Talex’s hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he feasts on you, his tongue dancing expertly over your sensitive folds. Each lick sends shivers up your spine, and you can’t help but moan against Scad’s mouth. Your body arches instinctively, craving more. Talex's warm breath against your skin mingles with the cool air of the room, heightening your awareness of every touch. His tongue flicks and swirls with a relentless need, driving you wild as he explores your softness and warmth.

"You're so responsive," Talex murmurs, glancing up at you with a wicked grin, his eyes dark with desire. "I could get used to this." The words send another thrill through you, igniting a deeper ache within.

"Me too," Scad hums, turning his attention to your breast once again. Your body arches instinctively toward Scad, craving the warmth of his mouth on your skin. His tongue flicks over your sensitive nipple, sending electric shivers coursing through you as he lavishes attention on your breasts. The combination of Talex’s relentless mouth between your thighs and Scad's eager lips has you on the brink of insanity. Your hands hold onto them desperately, tracing the hard lines of their bodies wherever you can reach them.

“Please,” you plead. “I need more.”

"I can give you more," Talex groans, his tone low and growly.

He shifts slightly between your legs, just enough for you to see the armor-like skin between his thick thighs stretching as his cock emerges from its sheath. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight. The tip of his length is more pointed than you are accustomed to, and a hard plate runs along the underside, adorned with ridges. There’s an undeniable elegance in the way the plate curves along his length, the hard texture highlighting the contours of his cock. Veins bulge beneath the softer parts of his skin, pulsating with an intensity that mirrors your own desire. The sight is both mesmerizing and intimidating.

“So different?” Scad asks, his lips popping softly as he releases your sensitive, swollen nipple with a teasing smirk.

You struggle to articulate your thoughts, your mind clouded. “Well,” you breathe, “it’s certainly… different.”

Talex's chest swells with pride at your words, and he shuffles closer. His tip brushes along your folds, prodding at your clit before teasingly slipping down to your achingly empty hole.

“Please,” you whisper again, your voice thick with desperation, and then you muster your strength to look at Scad. “Stand up on the couch.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “What?”

“Just do it,” you urge, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips even as your breath hitches at the feeling of Talex pushing inside you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

You can see the flicker of excitement in Scad’s eyes as he processes your words, his breath hitching at your offer. Without hesitation, he rises to his feet, the couch cushions sinking under his weight as he positions himself next to your head, his long, lean legs creating an enticing frame around you.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” you reply, your gaze locking onto his, filled with playful challenge and seductive confidence. “Just relax and enjoy.”

With a deep thrust, Talex fills you completely. You can feel your drenched pussy clenching around his rigid length, fluttering and stretching as he pushes in inch by inch until your lungs burn because you don't remember how to breathe. You need several seconds to adjust around him and make yourself focus on Scad. You lean closer, your heart racing with anticipation. His cock stands proudly before you, glistening with arousal and impatience. You reach out, wrapping your fingers around him, feeling the warmth and firmness of his skin under your touch. The excitement of tasting him sends a thrill coursing through your veins, and with a sultry smile, you lean forward, your mouth parting in eager anticipation.

As you wrap your lips around Scad, you savor the heat and weight of him on your tongue. He gasps softly, shocked and delighted. The taste of him is unique, a mix of salt and something distinctly alien, igniting your senses and intensifying your desire. You can feel his body respond to your touch. His hips instinctively thrust forward as you take him deeper, coaxing low groans and snarls from his lips.

Talex watches with hunger, his movements inside you becoming more deliberate and forceful. Each grind of his hips drives you closer to the edge. “You’re incredible,” he grunts.

You bob your head, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip of Scad’s cock, teasing him as you pull back just enough to watch his reaction. His eyes are wide, filled with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. “You really are the most fascinating human,” he breathes, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you as he thrusts gently into your mouth. You can feel him growing bolder, responding to your encouragement, as he begins to take control, setting a rhythm that matches the urgency building between you and Talex.

With each press of Talex’s hips, you feel the delicious friction igniting your core, pushing you closer to that tantalizing high. You moan around Scad, and at the same time, your pussy tightens, sending shockwaves through both of them. You can see the pleasure etched on their faces.

“Just like that,” Scad encourages, his voice thick with lust. “You’re perfect.”

You can feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building in your stomach.

“Close,” Talex growls, his breaths heavy and labored as he quickens his pace, each thrust pushing you toward the brink. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

With a primal roar, Talex fills you deep one last time, hitting that sweet spot that sends you spiraling over the edge. You cry out around Scad, the sound vibrating through him, and the world explodes in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. Scad releases into your mouth, and Talex follows closely behind, leaving you gasping for breath. Your body trembles in the aftermath.

You collapse back onto the couch, panting, your body glowing with satisfaction and spent energy. Scad and Talex join you, their bodies warm and comforting beside yours, their breaths mingling with yours in the heavy air.

“That was… incredible,” you breathe, still reeling from the intensity of the experience.

"Definitely better than the chocolate cake," Talex grunts, followed by the groan of yours and Scad's.

[five-rivers]

After months, if not years of missed curfews, failing grades and lies Maddie is done with her son’s behavior and decides to confront him once and for all, waiting in his room since he so rarely uses the door. Imagine her suprise the infamous Danny Phantom, injured and exhausted stumbles through the wall and detransforms into Danny Fenton.

She doesn't turn the light on. She doesn't know how Danny keeps getting past her and Jack, and that is one of things she intends to discover and put a stop to tonight, one way or another.

She'd prefer to talk, but if she has to nail his window shut from the outside, inside, or both, that is what she will do. It isn't safe out there at night. She and Jack did their best, but there are so many ghosts, and they can't do much about the more human dangers.

(The only good thing about this situation is that Danny showed no signs of taking drugs. Or, at least, Maddie hadn't found any of the related paraphernalia in his room.)

Outside the window, the light increased. Maddie frowned. The Fentonworks sign was bright, she knew, but it was also very specific neon colors. This was something paler, whiter, cleaner, and it wasn't bright enough, or coming from the right direction, to be car headlights.

Maddie hadn't brought her weapons with her. She didn't like going around unarmed, but she knew that going to what was almost certainly going to be an emotionally charged argument with a weapon close to hand - even a nonlethal one - wasn't wise. Thinking about herself that way made her nauseated, but no one thought they would do something like that until they did, a fact Maddie was familiar with from unfortunate personal experience.

But she couldn't help but regret this wisdom when the ghost came through the wall. And not just any ghost. Phantom.

She held her breath, trying to stay as still as possible. If she got away before he spotted her, she could activate the defense system, but in the same room, she wouldn't be able to get the words out fast enough.

Phantom hovered over Danny's bed, and for the first time tonight, Maddie was glad that Danny wasn't here. Who knew what Phantom had intended?

Ectoplasm dripped from Phantom's arm and nose, onto Danny's bed. She would have to clean it before he slept on it again. Thoroughly. He'd be annoyed to have to sleep in the guest bedroom, but it was a matter for his health.

Why had Phantom come here when he was this damaged?

Phantom suddenly flared bright, like a camera flash. The room was dark in its wake, and something fell heavily onto Danny's bed.

She blinked the light out of her eyes, furious and terrified. Was this the precursor to an attack? Did he know she was here?

When her eyes adapted again, she saw...

Danny.

Danny, in his pajamas, with the same injuries Phantom had.

Maddie watched and waited while Danny turned over, cocooning himself in his sheets. She would like to say that her hesitance was born from an abundance of caution, but really, she was too stunned to act.

But, finally, what felt like hours later, she walked over to Danny's bed. His chest was rising and falling, slow but steady. She put her hand on his shoulder and felt its warmth.

Her hand, slowly, moved to his throat. There was a pulse, there.

He was alive. Her son was alive.

She just--

She took a step back, away, back to the door, which she opened as quietly as possible.

She needed to understand what was happening, first, what she had seen. Then, she could start to figure out how to fix it.

[bonelyheartsclub]

♡ Poplar - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/duskyskye

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“Splendid, absolutely splendid!”

Poplar gazed at your latest piece, raising it above his head. You’d tried your best to work with the tiny watercolor canvas and brushes he had available for you, but you really thought you could have done better with this one. Especially compared to Poplar’s prowess.

“I don’t know,” you thought aloud, “I don’t think it’s really all that.”

“Nonsense! The way you rendered this flower is lovely! I love the shading you did on the petals.”

“Poplar…you and I both know I was just following a tutorial. I couldn’t do that without help.” Your tone was light as you spoke, though the creeping feeling of inadequacy was still present. Of course, Poplar wasn’t taking that from you.

“Hmm…what I know for certain is that you shouldn’t be nearly this hard on yourself. Everyone begins somewhere, after all! I think you’re off to a lovely start. Now, may I?” Poplar stood, gesturing to the wall. You gave him a shrug and a nod, trying to keep the smile on your face. Without another word, he positioned your piece just above his desk mirror.

“Well, I think that makes for a lovely centerpiece. Done by an even more lovely person.” Poplar smiled, looking at the wall.

You followed his gaze. Yep. That was your piece, alright. Next to the other paintings that he had hanging. They seemed to dwarf yours in quality, the brushwork and delicate detail reflecting Poplar’s talent in his craft. You shuddered a little bit.

Poplar seemed to pick up on your discomfort, his smile faltering as he sat back down next to you.

“Does it really bother you that much? Your painting?”

You gave him a small nod. He sighed, looking downcast for a brief moment before his sockets widened, his smile quickly returning as he turned to you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever shown you my old paintings, now, have I? Oh dear, what a shame. Though surely if you’re so bothered by someone’s early works, you’d have no interest…” Poplar made a point of acting hurt, leaning dramatically against his desk. You giggled at the theatrics. Maybe you were a bit on the theatrical side yourself with how downtrodden you were being.

“Are you acting like that because you think they’re any worse than mine?”

“Darling, I KNOW they are.” Poplar gave you a quick grin before taking his cane and walking to his dresser. With a flourish, he pulled out a well-loved folder from the top drawer.

“I suppose I should clarify before I open this, but I am showing this to you with the express purpose of helping you understand that everyone struggles when beginning in a new medium. I fully expect you to laugh, to judge, and so on. All I ask is that when you reach the life drawing section, you refrain from visibly cringing too hard.” Poplar slid back into the seat beside you, placing the file on the tabletop where you had been working.

“What’s that supposed to mean, anyway?”

“You’ll find out in just a moment.”

You opened the file, which contained a relatively thick bunch of papers. The top started with a few color studies. Each labelled with various brush styles, paint colors, and blending methods. Wet on wet, wet on dry, flat wash, gradients, glazing… all things you had a vague understanding of, but more than you think you would have the patience to complete. You could tell that the strokes and coloring were not nearly as neat as the works that were displayed above your head.

Pages turned from dedicated exercises to a few applications. Circles in various colors were shaded using the previous techniques. He was experimenting with the various colors available to him. You could tell that he had also been following guides with a few of these as he got the hang of the technique. It all seemed fairly rudimentary, but you could tell that he had put a lot of effort in.

At this point it appeared he was branching out his sketching skills as well. Leaves and flowers were a common subject, it seemed. It was at that point that he broke the silence.

“Ash was beginning to garden at around the point I started to commit to bettering myself in the visual arts. It’s interesting, trying to capture the detail in such tiny little things. Though I think you can see that the subtlety is easy to lose.” He finished with a laugh.

Sure enough, the linework was notably shaky. The symmetry he had tried to go for had been lost. The lines clearly lacked confidence, and the veins of the leaves looked more like fur than anything else, somehow. Not that you could do much better if you were going for absolute realism.

“I think you still did a good job.” You said, gesturing to a couple illustrations. “This leaf looks really nice!”

“I’m well aware that they’re wonky, darling. They were my first attempts.” Poplar offered you a smile. “You don’t need to struggle to come up with compliments.”

“No, no, I genuinely think they’re good! Especially for first attempts.”

“Then I suggest you continue onwards. Though while you do, would you mind if I make a sketch of my own while you continue to peruse?”

“Go for it.”

Poplar nodded, pulling his sketchbook and a pencil into his hand. You flipped to the next page.

Poplar had shifted from leaves and flowers to objects that you recognized from around his room. A porcelain plate with floral decoration that he displayed on the other side of the room. A plush that he had carefully mounted on top of his shelves. What you assumed was either an older bed of his, or one of his cousin’s, as it wasn’t the one you were next to currently. Each had what looked like at least an hour of work poured into them. Even if they weren’t the best sketches, you could see he was gaining a better eye for detail as he worked at it.

Then you flipped to the next piece.

You could only ASSUME that what you were looking at was his first attempt at drawing chicken. 

You looked back at Chicken, who had been fast asleep on their pillow for the majority of their visit. You turned in your seat, looking between the sketch and the real thing.

“Ah. You found it.” Poplar broke into a fit of giggles. “It’s absolutely awful, isn’t it? It’s alright to laugh.”

Well, it was…certainly an attempt. Poplar had gone VERY heavy on the wrinkles. One eye was notably misshapen compared to the other, and the muzzle was disproportionately long for a cat. The end product was what you could tell was Chicken from the approximation of feline traits and almost nothing else.

“I don’t know, I think you did ok.”

“No, I absolutely crashed and burned. There are only two reasons that that sketch isn’t in the bin. The first is that when I’m struggling with a piece, it reminds me that I could do so much worse. The second is that when I’m feeling overconfident, it humbles me.”

Hearing him talk…yeah, you knew what you sounded like now.

“Should I continue going through this, or do you think that your point came across just fine?” You asked him, a slight hint of comedy in your tone. The stack that you had left to sort through wasn’t thick.

“Oh, by all means, continue. I’m still working on what I’m doing over here. Though if you’re curious about any of the other pieces within, you only need to ask.” Poplar looked up at you from his paper, gesturing to you to continue.

So, you did.

While none of the pieces invoked the same level of shock in you that Chicken’s portrait did, you could see the purpose of these sketches was very much to learn the ropes of anatomy and shape. It wasn’t like you had much room to speak, of course. It was more of a comparison to his current work than anything else. You could see things improving as you thumbed through each sheet of canvas, each work growing more refined as you went on. By the end, you could see a couple of full pieces that started to look very nice.

“So?” Poplar eagerly piped up as he saw you close the folder. “What are your thoughts? Do be honest about it.”

“It’s your beginner’s folder. I think you showed a lot of promise even back then, even if your pieces weren’t always the best work.” You stated bluntly. Poplar smiled at your tiptoeing.

“Now, tell me: how many folders in do you think I am now?”

“…I have no clue.”

“Fifteen. All as big as this one. Plus at least three sketchbooks. It’s a hobby, but I’m quite dedicated.”

Your eyes widened. Wow, no wonder there was such a jump in quality between then and now.

“No kidding you’re, ‘dedicated.’ I can see that all that work paid off.”

“I’d like to think so. Of course, everyone has areas in which they can improve with their artwork. I’ve just been working hard enough and for long enough that things come to me more naturally than they once did. For instance:”

Poplar thumbed through the sketchbook he was holding to an earlier page. On it was a similar picture of Chicken, this time with more precise proportions. A marked improvement from what you had seen before.

“I see. You did an amazing job on that.” You reached out, gently touching the paper.

“I’m glad you think so! Though I find I’m still not the best at rendering skin folds. They look more like the folding you’d find on clothing than the kind you’d find on skin. It doesn’t help that I can’t use myself as reference, what with the bones and all.”

Poplar closed the sketchbook, looking you directly in the eye.

“I never want you to feel bad at where you’re at in your art journey, my love. We all have to start somewhere, and personally, I think yours is much better than mine. What matters is that you’re trying, because if you keep doing that, then you’ll get to where you want to be eventually.”

You looked back at the piece he’d hung up on the wall. Sure, it was more of an attempt than anything, but maybe it wasn’t so bad. You chuckled.

“Yeah, I got you. I appreciate the reassurance, Poplar.”

“Any time, my love. Now, are you curious as to what I was working on while you were distracted with my crimes against art?”

You giggled at his joke.

“Of course.”

Poplar opened the sketchbook back up, turning to a point about midway through.

What greeted you on the page was your reflection, not fully rendered due to the lack of time, but still clearly you, nonetheless. Your hair was perfectly textured, your eyes stood out brightly with a small amount of rendering, and your skin looked as light as the paper it was drawn on.

“Poplar…I’m flattered.”

“Well, you know, I think it has room for improvement. Time to shade and color, for instance. There’s SO much to improve on. After all, it’s hard to compare a pencil sketch to the TRUE work of art that it’s based on…”

“Yeah, yeah!” You shoved him, both of you laughing. “Seriously though, this is gorgeous. Thank you for this.”

“Of course, my love.” Poplar leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You know that if you ever feel as though you’re lacking confidence, I’m happy to give you any encouragement you need. Even if it means showing you my first attempts at drawing my cat.”

You smiled, not doubting his words for even a second.

“Thank you, Poplar… and you know what?” You pulled a new canvas from the paper stack Poplar had supplied you and confidently took a pencil in your hand. “I’m ready to start on my next piece.”

Poplar’s sockets sparkled; his grin widened from cheek to cheek.

“I’m excited to see what you create, darling.”

[navydoves]

╔⏤╝ Adam and Me ╚⏤╗

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In another world, he’s your Adam and you’re his Eve

✎ᝰ summary ❀ he’s just woken up from what felt like a deep slumber, now surrounded by a flourishing garden. he’s unsure what to make of it all, but that curiosity only grows when he sees your face.

✎ᝰ cw ❀ garden of eden theme but i rewrote it, sensual, gentle intimacy, erotic, curious creatures, lovey dovey, romantic, fluff, body exploration, innocent touching, light-hearted, oneshot

✎ᝰ wc ❀ 5.6k

✎ᝰ a/n ❀ okay so thought this would be a pretty cool fic idea. i was considering turning this into a series but i really don't know lmfao. depends on how much people like it and also how creative i am for individual stories. this is supposed to be extra fluffy so no (real) angst with the whole sin thing, but it is mentioned at the end. NOT PROOFREAD, im lazy! enjoy!!!

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first daylight was easy on his eyes. it neither burned nor discomforted him and was his first beacon of acceptance into this world. it was warm, and the grass he laid on was soft.

as he sat up, he quickly learned it was not just the bedded grass and the inviting light that was welcoming him, but an entire field of fauna. it was flourishing under his gaze, the colors all so much but never too much.

the critters around seemed just as curious about him as he was about them. they frolicked about for a few moments before keening in their interest onto the new animal that had surfaced in this garden.

that new animal being man.

the man rose to his feet from the floor and took a few cautious steps forward. he wasn’t sure why he wasn’t on all fours or flying like the critters around him were, but something about this movement felt right. this was his body, and it was already telling him things his mind couldn’t be sure of.

he was coated in neither fur or feathers and was nowhere near a small size like “everyone” else. he was tall, fully built of skin and flesh, with the only fur on him being the silky silver strands on his head and on his groin.

his first steps from his bed of greenery were unsure but his legs clearly wanted to move. the trees surrounding him made it difficult to see past, but it only served to make the man more curious about this world he had stepped into.

he moved through the small clearing up ahead and dodged through more trees and bushes before stumbling into more fauna. it was more of the same but somehow even more beautiful than what he woke up to. everything was a shade and hue of a certain something he couldn’t name.

man experiences color.

one flower was starkly different to another, both in size and in color, creating a warmth within his chest. there was so much to appreciate and appreciate he would. blessed he was with such a beautiful experience of life, something he wouldn’t understand until later.

his hands grazed the pathway of flowers, feeling each soft petal kiss his fingertips until he reached the end of the colourful road. it was here when something completely different but equally as beautiful greeted as the flowers greeted him. it seemed like another road, but.. not exactly. the rushing sound of it made soft crinkly sounds. the surface of it shimmered in the sunlight. it was clear and inviting despite its foreignness.

man experiences water.

with only slight apprehension, he steps to the edge of the water and dips his hand into it. it wasn’t soft like the flowers but… cool. it made his skin feel different but it was somewhat pleasant. he was quick to appreciate the stark difference between the water and the sun. both equal in beauty but different in composition.

man experiences contrast.

call it habitual, but his heart immediately sought to find another new experience in this unending, forested domain. he would come back to these things later, right now his body was being called elsewhere. now, with confidence, he walks away from the river and cuts through the main pathway.

in these long strides, man experiences various parts of the garden.

man experiences bushes and twigs, dirt and mud. man experiences fallen berries and the critters that eat them. man experiences the sweet sounds of the other living animals; chirps and scuffles. so much to intake at once and yet man does not experience being overwhelmed or scared, even with the unexpected meeting him at every corner.

life was blissful, and being blissful felt as natural as living life.

and yet, as one day turned into several days and several days turned into weeks, the man felt slightly misplaced.

he knew nothing of sadness, but he did know a bit of confusion.

all these critters, alive and thriving in with their kins, intrigued the man. it was beautiful to see them with their familiars, and yet, he wondered if he was anything like them. a bigger, more eager version of whatever they were. it was hard to say. did they have conversations inside their heads like he did? did they have the same curiosity to explore like he did? did they experience gratitude and love like had?

but the man was blissfully ignorant to what those emotions truly even felt like. at least, not yet.

a warm day like any other, flourished with endless possibilities, called to him. he enjoyed the darkness as much as he did the light, but it was only in daytime when he went out of his way to explore. he loved picking berries off the bushes and ground to try them. some of them tasted similar while others completely different, and it was a fun guessing game for him every time.

his designated berry bushes weren’t far from where he slumbered. with the guiding aid of the flowers, he always found his way back to the berries, ready to fill his stomach with sweetness. except, today his curiosity for his food vanished, and was instead directed to something that looked even sweeter.

perched and laying her on hip by the bushes was you, curiously poking and picking the fruits with a very familiar look of curiosity. immediately, the man’s breath is taken away.

it was him… but it wasn’t.

it was a form, hairless except for the head and groin, taller than the other animals, and with movements so similar to his. you smiled and looked around like he did, a similar gratitude to his as well.

it wasn’t just curiosity that rushed over him, but an intense, abiding affection, stronger than any he’s felt for the animals or flowers. your look, your body, your mannerisms, it immediately effected him. a pang in his body was drawing him to you, and once you noticed his presence, that feeling only amplified.

your eyes were wide and mirrored his. abiding affection was too simple.

man and woman experiences love.

“hello,” he whispers.

“hello,” you whisper back.

unable to communicate with anyone else, this was the first time both of you were using your voices and your words.

the man inches closer to you until he was right across from you around the bush. it takes him a moment but he smiles, star struck by you.

“you look… beautiful, like the flowers around here. have you seen them?” he asks rather eagerly. no shame or awkwardness plagued him, as they simply didn’t exist.

“flowers?” you repeat, looking around you.

“yeah… the flowers,” he points to a row across from the two of you, pink peonies growing from there, “that’s what i call them.”

“why?”

“i don’t know, i liked it.”

you tilt your head and blush slightly. he made you feel funny, a tingly sensation in your stomach that’s never been elicited. “do you call things weird names if you like them?” you ask with a gentle smile.

the man laughs and then shrugs. “i… don’t know. what’s a name?”

“i don’t know either, i just said it.”

both of you glance away and chuckle. everything about this felt right. words came out naturally and unexpectedly. language was already a given in this garden, but only your two mouths could speak it. it was about exploration, about discovery.

“well, i like you, may i call you something?” you ask shyly.

xavier’s pupils dilated slightly, he feels a sweet ache rush over him. “yes, yes,” he urges.

he sees you give a few moments of playful thought before gasping. “ahh… xavier! yes, xavier!”

“xavier?” he repeats, the smile on his face growing. he tries out the name a few more times on his lips before nodding. “xavier… it’s beautiful. i want to give you a beautiful name too, can i?”

you nod eagerly and inch a little closer to him. neither of you really noticed but your forms were getting closer and closer by the minute. “yes, i’d like that.”

xavier thinks for a few moments like you did and then leans in closer to whisper your name, like it was a gentle secret. you giggle softly at him and mimic his nod. “yes, i love it. i love it!”

xavier lights up almost immediately at your reaction. “you love it? i love it too. it’s something reserved for you.”

watching you giggle and smile triggered an indescribable feeling within xavier. all the beauty he’s seen in these last few weeks could not amount to even a fraction of what you looked like to him. you were the best place curiosity had taken him.

he scoots even closer until your legs were touching. he looks over your body and studies the various parts of you. you had longer hair, a smaller frame, a more curved figure, and well.. so much more. he couldn’t stop staring. gently, he reaches to touch your stomach and then glances up at your to gauge your reaction.

“do you experience a weird sensation here? once i eat the berries, it goes away,” xavier asks softly.

“hunger.”

he smiles, “hunger. have the berries, they’re the colorful things on the bush.” he reaches out to collect a few fallen berries and holds it up to your lips. when you bite into one and hum in satisfaction, he almost loses himself. he made the same noise too. it was almost like you were made for him. “does it taste good?”

you nod, licking the berry juice off your lips and take another one to eat. “yes, really good. may i have more?”

xavier nods quickly and begins rapidly picking off the berries from the bush to give to you. not only did he feel a strong urge of affection, but a similarly strong desire to take care of you, to make you feel good. “have more, have it all,” he insists, “if you like it then it’s yours.”

you blink at the pile of berries in front of you but think nothing of it. one berry after another, you eat until your hearts content and you could no longer continue. xavier watches you throughout, enthralled at how you seemed to enjoy every single berry with a unique love.

“ah… i can’t have anymore,” you pat your stomach with a playful frown.

xavier glances to your midsection and reaches to touch it once more. he rubs your stomach gently, causing you to laugh a little. “you’re easy on my eyes,” he whispers. “i enjoy touching you. you feel like me.”

his words prompted you a new curiosity. carefully, you begin to stroke his leg with the same reverence he had for you. “i like touching you too. i haven’t seen anything like you… like me. where did you come from?”

xavier shakes his head. “i just… was. the first thing i saw were the flowers and the sun.” he notice your confused expression, the points to the sky. “sun.”

“sun,” you repeat. “it was the same for me. i saw tbe flowers and the sun, then i left and followed the animals that move around.”

xavier smiles, already knowing what you were referring to. “animals,” he whispers.

“then i saw the river. have you seen the river? it is blue water,” you chirp.

“oh… and is it quite long? i have seen it, but i only drink from it. is there something else we do with it?” xavier asks tentatively.

you sit up and nod before standing to full height. it was then that xavier realized he hadn’t actually seen you on your feet, and looking up your body to your face was a view he very much enjoyed.

he stood alongside with you and was now looking down on your shorter form. his heart almost gave out. like it was the most natural thing ever, he couldn’t help but put his lips to your forehead in an affectionate gesture. he wasn’t entirely sure why, but every part of his body and mind knew it was right. you were definitely made for him.

“can you show me the river, then?” xavier whispers with his forehead rested against yours.

your eyes flutter up to meet his. an unknown desire flickered in you. you nod. “yes, follow me please.”

xavier watches you step back and scurry off down the path and he quickly makes after you. he’s never moved this fast before but it felt exhilarating to have the cool hit air his face. he watched your backside as you ran, hair waving in the wind as you did so.

every bit of you he enjoyed, every single bit.

you ran and ran, happily being chased by him, until you started to recognize the familiar crinkles of the river. you slow your pace until a complete stop and gesture for xavier to catch up. truthfully, he could’ve ran faster, but he was enthralled by watching you.

you point the water, “you’ve seen this, yes? a river. i drink from it too sometimes but i mostly only look at myself.”

xavier glances between you and the river. “look at yourself?” he repeats, curious.

you nod and gesture for him to follow you. at the edge of the water you peek over it and see your warped face on the river surface. for a few moments you could make out a perfect reflection but the ripples made those moments scarce. “myself,” you point, “i know that’s me because that’s my hair. that’s me right?”

xavier looks between the reflection and you, “it is… but it is not,” he murmurs. “the river distorts your beauty. your looks are much more… cohesive.”

“really? let me see your reflection then.”

xavier and you both look down at the water and stare at the ripples reflection of his face. he was right, it did no justice to his true beauty.

and xavier, for the first time, was seeing himself. shimmering blue eyes staring back at him and shaggy but silky silver hair gently covering his eyes. he wasn’t sure what to think, but he was curious as to what you thought.

“what do you think of me?” he almost whispers, now looking away from his reflection entirely and onto you.

“i think…” you smile, “i think your looks are incomparable. i prefer the face i see in front of my rather than in the water.”

xavier grins warmly. he was quickly learning your praise meant everything and the sun to him. “you know,” he mumbles, “i’ve figured that the beautiful flowers we enjoy needed this water to survive. i’ve been mending them alone for a while, but… i want to share that experience with you as well.” he steps closer, hands cupping your waist gently and pulling you fractionally closer to him. “would you like to nurture with me, darling?”

you glance up, eyes narrowing to his. the gentle blue beauty of his irises washed over you. “that’s not the name you gave me,” you whisper, “but yes, i would.”

xavier chuckles. “i know, but i give the small animals in the garden cute names, so i figured you deserved one too.”

“am i small?”

“you’re smaller than me, it makes you cute.”

“what’s cute?”

“what you are.”

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his hands were over yours, helping you gently pat down the soil that was covering a small apple seed. you two had been gardening for a few moon cycles, planting and treating any rouge fallen seeds. the progress was slowly showing and determination seemed to be rewarding.

you wipe the sweat off your brows and smile proudly at xavier. “that’s twenty-nine today!” you cheer.

xavier flashes you a toothy grin and nods. “yes, we’ve done a great job. our personal garden will be flourishing and rich in no time, all thanks to my beauty.” he wraps his arms around your waist from the back and holds you close to his skin. “thank you,” he whispers by your ear, “for being so wonderful.”

he feels you relax in his arms and lay back against him. you tilt your head up to meet his. “i could say the same. thank you, xavier.”

a healing silence simmers as the two of you gaze into each other’s eyes. xavier was gently stroking your stomach while you were idly playing with his knee.

“hey,” xavier mumurs, “you have some soil on you. shall we head to the river to clean you off?”

you glance down at your body. a few specks of dirt were stuck to your breasts and thighs from kneeling over so much. “can we plant one more?” you ask hopefully.

“we can’t,” xavier responds.

“why not?”

“because we haven’t thought of a number after twenty-nine.” he stands up and helps you to your feet. gently, he dusts your thighs. “we can ponder after we clean ourselves, my beauty. is that alright?”

you appreciated xavier’s thoughtfulness, so you nod. “yes, please.”

you always knew how to get to the river fastest, as it was one of your favorite spots in the garden, so xavier let you lead. your happy skips and gentle humming guided him every time, and he was happy to follow.

you were a sight for his eyes. every single time, without fail, xavier preferred watching you over the scenery around him. he would keep his eyes on your hair, your back, your curves, your happy expressions whenever you glanced back. every day his affection for you became more and more absolute, undeniably.

approaching the river, xavier watches you dip into the river completely and then emerge back up with wet hair and a wide grin. “the water is nice today, much warmer than a fortnight ago. won’t you come in?”

xavier sits at the edge, tilting his head with a warm smile on his face. “i am content watching you. would you like me to join you?”

you nod eagerly, gesturing for xavier to join you.

he wastes no time.

he steps into the water, slow and steady, getting used to the temperature as he goes down. once fully in, he walks toward you, a warm and inviting smile on his face. the image makes your chest flutter.

“you are right, the water is nice,” he murmurs with low-lidded eyes. “i’m glad i get to enjoy it with you.”

he closes in on your form, arms immediately going around your waist from behind and slotting your body perfectly against his.

proximity was never an issue between the two of you. it always felt right, felt natural to be with each other so closely. every embrace, every kiss, every shared mingling felt good. but it was only now that a special spark flickered within the both of you.

xavier’s hands squeezed your waist gently. he moved his hands further and further down to your hips and then back up to your waist. it was quiet with no words being exchanged, only knowing touches. you place your hands atop xavier’s and move them around your skin. he let out a small pleased noise as his hands cup the underside of your breasts.

“i’ve noticed things,” xavier murmurs by your ear, “about us. about our differences. about what they mean.”

“yeah?” you whisper breathlessly.

“mm, yeah. you’re like me, but you’re different. you have a beauty i could never possess.” xavier squeezes your breasts gently causing a surge of tingles through you. you arch into his touch slightly. “i suppose you could say i’ve had visions, but want to explore your body before i am certain of them.”

“my body is yours, as yours is mine, yes?” you ask while looking up at him.

“yes, of course.”

“so my body is yours to explore, xavier.”

xavier’s smile widens a little bit. you were so trusting because you had no reason not to trust him. and he the same.

he’d seen your body, your curves and capabilities in his visions. he’d sleep and feel an immense need for you, causing him to wake. he’d stare at you while you rested, he’d look over your body in reverence, he’d felt a new surge of something indescribable that could only be soothed with conversation between bodies.

man discovers desire.

xavier gives one more squeeze to your breast before heading directly down to your navel. he touches the pubic hair there gently and lowers his hand even more to right over your vagina.

“while you are shaped differently than i am, the main differences of our bodies are these wonderful areas. i’ve been so curious-my beauty, my darling-as to what i could discover about you here." your breath hitches and a small shudder escapes you. his fingers were gentle and juvenile, not doing anything in particular other than grazing and touching your labia. but it was all so new that you couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and your own desire. "i've thought the same," you mumble in a haze, "about discovering you. but i suppose the thought has escaped me over our time together. i've prioritized exploring everything but you, haven't i?" xavier chuckles. he turns you around to face him and places a gentle kiss to your forehead. "we've both been curious, i see. but you are more precious to me than anything else i've seen in this garden, so i know my priorities now." he guides your hand to his groin and encourages you to touch him with a warm grin. you follow suit, grinning back and gently playing with xavier's penis with your hand. he was warmer here than anywhere else.

eye contact is never broken as the mutual touching continues. your bodies get closer and closer until your chest was right up against his. a simmering, undeniable connection was forming. a love so powerful neither of you fully understood it yet. "it feels nice," you whisper with your chin on his chest, "does it feel nice for you?" "heaven's yes," xavier responds with a slightly gravely voice. "it feels wonderful, so wonderful. seeing you and touching you, my darling, invokes something powerful within me." before you could ask what, xavier was already moving you to the edge of the water where land met the river. he sat you down and stood in-between your legs, hand going back to your vagina almost immediately. you're pliant and ready, giggling at the shared eagerness between you two. "i see someone's happy," xavier teases. "how can i not be?" you respond. "i've never seen you like this, my love. you remind me of the bunnies we see scurrying all the time. i can't help but be amused." "bunnies?" xavier raises a brow. "ah, you mean the rabbits. i'm much like them? if anything you resemble them more with your big eyes and playfulness."

his fingers go lower, testing something with very careful touches. "ah, xavier," you say his name breathlessly with tinted cheeks. the sound of you almost wiped him out. he's never heard your voice like that, all sweet and aroused. it stirs him so intensely it was almost scary. "my darling," he whispers, "what are you feeling?" you spread your legs a big wider, a silent invitation for more. “i’m feeling…. huh?” you abruptly stop.

“hm?” you’re staring at xavier’s groin with wide eyes, interested. “it’s bigger,” you notice.

“it is bigger,” xavier teases, “it’s been doing that here and there, always feels good.” he moves his hand from your vagina down to his erection. gently he strokes himself, coaxing himself to grow bigger under your watchful eye. he glances up at you, low-lidded and needy eyes. “i think you know where this goes.”

“do i?” you giggle.

“mhm, yes you do,” xavier whispers. he closes in on you once more and lays you back on the damp grass. he leaves his erection nestled in-between your thighs and simply holds you for the moment. “i feel like… we’re about to do something extraordinary. i don’t know why i feel that way but the feeling is strong. do you understand?”

breathless, you nod. “i do, i feel the same way. in fact, i feel so many different things right now, all of them new and directed toward you. thank you, for giving me this new experience.”

xavier shakes his head, eyes full of adoration and reverence. “there’s no need to thank me, i’ve done nothing but love you, that’s the least you deserve my darling.”

gently, you wrap your arms around xavier’s neck and pull him down a bit closer. your lips graze each other’s momentarily, teasing, loving. you look into each others eyes, existence closing in on just each other and no other part of the garden you two grew to love.

“let’s make like the bunnies, shall we?” xavier exhales.

man and woman experience lovemaking.

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

being intimate became almost like a new hobby for the two of you. anywhere and anytime you two allowed for it, it would happen. before bed, right after waking up. during meals, while scavenging, with every moment being equally as passionate and fun as the last.

learning your body brought xavier an excitement he could get no where else. every dip and curve got his attention. the flare of your hips was enticing, the roundedness of your breasts were beautiful, the gentle look in your eye was soothing. you reminded him of the gardens, always blooming and growing with new beauty.

you had a special touch for everything it seemed.

“look, the strawberries are growing xavier,” you beam while picking the red berries off of the bush. “we just planted recently, didn’t we?”

“no, my love,” xavier responds. he holds two oranges in his hands and places them down next to you. “you planted them, i believe that’s why they’ve grown so quick.”

you turn your head to look at xavier and smile curiously, “what do you mean? you’re so silly.”

“i’m saying you’re made for this, my dearest. the crops seem to grow the fastest and healthiest when you tend to them, you outdo me.” xavier crouches to your level and takes a strawberry from your hands. he places it against your lips and encourages you to bite. “see, isn’t it nice and juicy? only you grow these.”

you smile and lick the juices off of your lips, “i can’t taste the difference, it tastes like normal strawberries.”

“is that a new color?” xavier asks.

“what is?”

“straw. we have our blueberries and blackberries, those are after the colors we gave them. is this color straw?”

“hm, no,” you ponder, “i just want to call them that. these are red.”

xavier laughs gently at your eccentricity. you were much more free spirited than he was, much more creative too. he picks up the oranges he placed down and holds them out for you. “these are new. they took a while longer to grow but i’ve decided to call the color, ‘orange’. maybe i can be funny like you and call the fruit a cute name,” he giggles.

“like what?” you ask mirthfully.

“like… orange,” xavier smiles proudly. “they are a color of orange but they are also an orange. isn’t that funny?”

you stifle a laugh, not at the name, but at xavier’s attempt at being funny. you nod very slightly in agreement. “yes… yes very funny,” you respond with a restrained voice.

xavier’s eyes soften, “i have a feeling it’s not that funny to you, but you still laugh. i’m keeping the name regardless.” he stands and helps you up from the ground. immediately he notices a difference in your look. “beautiful,” he whispers. “all these fruits we’ve been eating have made you fill out wonderfully, darling. i’d like to touch you.”

it took you a moment to understand his words but once you did you blushed. his hands were immediately on you, touching the fullness of your hips and stomach with tender squeezes. the both of you stand there in an embrace, glancing and giggling at each other.

“you always get distracted,” you murmur, “but i am no better.”

“i agree,” xavier laughs, “every time you see an animal i have to give up with your attention. that’s another thing, you are better with the animals than i am.”

you shake your head, “untrue, they adore you. the bunnies especially. have you seen? the white ones we knew have become differently colored. i’ve seen them be spotted with browns and blacks, its amazing.”

xavier releases his hold on your stomach and wraps his strong arms around your waist. in similar fashion, he’s grown more taunt over these many moon cycles. the muscle is more than welcomed by you. he was strong, attractive, and wonderfully healthy looking.

“it’s because they’re breeding,” xavier murmurs into your neck. “over the time we’ve grown to know them they’ve multiplied, haven’t they? creation is so beautiful, they’ve made more bunnies for us to play with.”

“ah, children,” you smile, “many of these animals have changed in the time we’ve been here. i suppose they’ve all found others to love and create with.”

xavier hums in agreement. he finally peels off of you and picks up the discarded oranges from the floor. he gives you a knowing and teasing look before walking down the path, leaving you to catch.

“xavier!” you laugh. you pick up the leftover strawberries before scurrying for him. “ah, what’s with the silence? that smile of yours tells me much.”

“what? it’s nothing of course,” he mumbles with a whimsical grin.

“it is!” you accuse in between laughs. “tell me, tell me what’s on your mind darling. i won’t stop until i find out.”

xavier bites his lip and holds in a few of his own giggles. he doesn’t respond but there was a shared idea between the two of you.

“say it!” you laugh while picking up speed, “say it!”

xavier doesn’t answer, he picks up speed too, easily beating your shorter frame. you’re both playing this teasing game with one another, quite literally chasing truths about your feelings.

“xavier!” you giggle-yell at him, “say it! say you want kids with me! say you want to create with me!”

immediately xavier stops his jog and throws the oranges to the side to pick you up. he brings you to the air and then embraces you, letting your legs lock around his waist as he face nuzzles into your neck.

“yes, yes, yes. yes, i want to have children with you, multiply like the rest of our garden does,” he admits with a heavenly exhale. “i’ve desired nothing more than to create life with you. would you like that too? for our love to grow on and on?”

you’re breathless but elated at the confession. the ache of love in your chest threatens to burst at xavier’s purity, you want nothing more than what he’s asking. “yes, of course. i’ve thought about it too, i want to have children with you.”

the radiance off of xavier’s smile was brighter than the sun’s. he knew you wanted it too, from the way you’ve been asking for more of his body as of late—but hearing you say it was a different thing. he spins you happily and then rests his head against your chest. “we shall think of a new word for ‘happy’, because whatever i am feeling right now surmounts that infinitely,” he whispers.

you don’t respond with words. xavier was right, language couldn’t do either of you justice right now. instead you lean down and take his lips into yours in a sweet, sweet kiss. love grows stronger more stronger between you two.

when you pull back you can’t help but stare at xavier and admire him. xavier on the hand was chattier than ever.

“our children would be perfection, absolute perfection. the way you would care for them, the way you would love them, it’s so profound isn’t it?” he gushes. “you… nurture, yes, nurture.”

“nurture?” you repeat, the word new on your tongue.

“yes. i’ve created a new word in your honor, darling. that’s your wondrous ability to grow life, to speak to nature, to create. nurturing, nurture.”

the word replays in your mind. a concept dedicated solely to you, created by the man who loves you most. you almost wanted to scream it out to the garden so every living thing there knew it.

you embrace xavier tighter. “a new word might not be enough. a new language is needed for how you make me feel,” you shudder atop his head.

xavier squeezed you once more and hoists you up higher. “i love you,” he whispers. and before you could respond in same, he’s alright moving you to a batch of grass to begin copulation.

it was a flurry of emotions and noises—kisses, sighs, giggles, moans. all before it could actually even begin. forehead to forehead, xavier almost penetrated into you once more, if it wasn’t for the distraction.

your attention was whisked away momentarily to the bush next to you. usually you wouldn’t dare take your eyes off of the man in front of you but there was something about this movement that demanded your attention. xavier follows your eyes and looks to the bush as well.

before he could dismiss it altogether and pry for you focus back, something appears out of the bush.

a snake, green and sliding around with beaded eyes, an animal unknown to the both of you. you’re wary and unsure of it, but equally curious. the snake slides up to you and it was only then you notice where you and xavier are at.

it was unrecognizable at first because neither of you expected it to grow this big, but those seeds you planted many moons ago had finally fully sprouted.

an apple tree hung tall above you.

man and woman discover sin.

[moon-mage]

I finally let myself work on something without obsessing over every wrong detail and caring so much about how I’m not as perfect and productive as everyone else around me :0 This was insanely therapeutic for I have not went so hard on a piece in a hot minute. Especially with this hard ink/soft coloring combo I used to do all the time…

Yes this AU has made a comeback in my brain because when am I not ever obsessed with vampire themes? And it just got more expansive and dramatic. I'm working on writing out like…some bulletpoints and stuff for the world for I did take some themes from BTVS but nothing major that you’d have to know the show to understand.

Also yeah, Jamil GLOWS UP in this despite me seemingly having a thing for making him struggle and suffer like all the time. All he needed was some hot vampire boyfriends to encourage him to be the baddest motherfucker ever and it worked. Yippie! :D

Anyway here’s what I got for these three so far under the cut~ I added Kalim and Rook too since they are main characters...just didnt get around to drawing them yet hehe.

Jamil Viper - Chosen vampire slayer from the Scalding Sands, Jamil was raised in preparation to fulfill his prophecy of becoming one of the most powerful Slayers to have ever lived. By that meaning, being a pawn for both the powerful witch coven of the Al-Asims and watchmen council who 'advises' the slayers. Jamil's unique power makes him damn near perfect to fight vampires for he can resist the thrall and even manipulate the minds and wills of lesser vampires. Jamil has an incredible self-awareness wants to break free of his chains but isn't sure the cost is worth it…until he runs into two powerful vampires who change his world forever.

Leona Kingscholar - Former prince of Sunset Savana and younger brother of the most cherished Slayer in history, Falena Kingscholar. Leona has a reputation of being one of the most dangerous vampires out there…that carries from his reputation from his human life. When Leona was human, he was one of the most powerful hunters out there. Unafraid to tackle any horrors in the dark which consequentiality made him feared by his own people. Rumor has it, Leona's turning was orchestrated by the Watchmen Council because of Falena's refusal to comply with them. That's why people guess he actively works against the council and their followers.

Vil Schoenheit - Vil was destined to become one of the greatest witches of his time. He started his own coven at the age of 18 which brought in a loyal following. Vil was outspoken about his work with darker and tabooer magics…which had more people seeking him out especially because he was significantly less predatory than the "trusted" Al-Asims. It was revealed upon Leona Kingscholar's turning that Vil had the ability to soothe and control a newborn vampire's innate madness. Sadly, not too long after that news spread…Vil's entire coven was slaughtered, leaving him the only survivor. Leona Kingscholar had found Vil and claimed he was already turned when he found him…no one is sure if that's entirely correct.

Kalim Al-Asim - Kalim is the successor of the archmage title of the Al-Asim family, a very prominent and influential family of witches. This is very controversial in the family because Kalim is predominately a light mage, a lot of his magic is restoration and healing which is seen as a sign of weakness by those who work in the business of eradicating the creatures of the night. Kalim has spent most of his life just going with it, not entirely sure of the dangers and horrors he was expected to face someday…and whenever he tried to ask, he was silenced or yelled at. Deep down he feels something isn't right…and it becomes more obvious when he finally starts to experience and understand Jamil's struggles. He wants to fight for the right cause but he isn't sure how without dire consequences to both himself and Jamil.

Rook Hunt - Rook is from the Hunt family, a mysterious and shady family of vampire hunters who rose to power after the dramatic fall of the Rosehearts family. The Hunt family are the Watchmen Council's most trusted hunters and Rook has been chosen to advise the Slayer and his Mage… to make sure they stay on the "right path". Rook has had his own agenda for years low key. He is all too aware of the corruption the Watchmen council bring and first hand and lost his first love due to their cruelty and negligence. He vows to seek vengeance for the beauty taken from this world at the hands of the watchmen council…and he hopes to guide the gorgeous slayer and his luminous mage into the safety of the darkness with the two beautiful vampires he swore his allegiance to.

Clarification: Leona and Vil are significantly older than Jamil but got turned in their early 20's...and they knew each other when they were alive and were even childhood...uh friends? Rivals? Annoyances? I'll elaborate more on that another time uwu

OLDER STUFF OF THIS AU

Here’s also the not textured/glowy eyed version

[shockstreet]

Moon signs

Today, I was thinking about how Lightwands once said that Aries moons are like fairies in that they experience one really big emotion at a time. Since then, I cannot seperate aries moon from this archetype! Aries moons emotions are almost too big for their own bodies. Fairies, alike aries moons, also are mischievous and sticky-fingered.

Taurus moons can be warm and inviting, but they often come off as cold to those outside of their household. They have a limited threshold for nonsense and obnoxious people.

Gemini moons center friendships in their lives. Their friends range from casual to childhood bestfriends. This does not make them extrovert or introverted, they are a little bit of both. They are likely experiencing a social boost right now with Jupiter transiting Gemini.

I find that most Cancer moons have a creative outlet and experience bursts of creativity during their natal lunar phase.

Leo moons are like cartoon characters in real life (I think of Robert Zemeckis’ Who Framed Roger Rabbit.) They are naturally animated, expressive, and entertaining. Everybody wants Leo moon to like them.

Virgo moons are ethereal. They are like stained glass on church windows; like the light reflects the glass to create beautiful colors and patterns so is the virgo moons inner world reflected into their outward environment.

Libra moon can be conformative by nature. They need to have things in common with those around them in order to feel safe so they will take an interest in your hobbies. Very emotionally reserved people even more so than Capricorn moon.

Scorpio moons, like Aries moons, wear their emotions on their face. The difference is whereas Aries moons will use cuss words and low blows while they’re angry, Scorpio moons kills with dirty looks and rejective body language. They magnetically draw people in but they can just as easily propel you away when they chose.

Sagittarius moons have visions of grandeur. Nothing feels too far fetched for them. They philosophize their emotions, having profound and meaningful insights daily.

Capricorn moons seem tough but they’re like a raw nerve. They won’t let you see it, which makes others think they’re cold or weak. They aren’t, they just have exceptional emotional willpower. Very bruding moon sign.

Aquarius moons are like those clear/transparent computers that had an online resurgence around 2021-2022; you can see slightly through their outer shell however, even if you look closely, you will just see a complex, elaborate system that only skilled technicians can understand.

Pisces moons feel like they are living inside of a movie. I think of the song Movies in My Head by the 6ths. Like the other Jupiterian moon sign, Sagittarius moon, nothing feels out of the realm of possibility for Pisces moons.

[bloodyinkandquill]

phighting x reader christmas special

sup im in Honduras right now, so ill work on this intermittently, it’ll be… something i need to decide im thinking what each phighter’s christmas activities are and what they get you, yeah that’ll work, it’ll be in menu order btw

Sword:

He spends Christmas with his dad, and you’re invited! Venomshank has been alive a while but having a son to celebrate a holiday with is a new exciting experience to him, they have a lot of traditions surrounding it. Including having dinner together the night before, then Venomshank has to put out the presents at EXACTLY 11:59 because at EXACTLY midnight Sword come barreling towards the tree, it’s funny to witness, and definitely stems from when Sword was a kid. During the day itself after presents him and his dad cook an amazing breakfast together, they would probably ask what you want because they both cook each other their favorites and want to include you since you’re part of the family now.

I think Sword would definitely go with something super personalized, something that reminded him of you in some way. Or alternatively he’d also get you something rather cheesy and overly couple-y like matching sweaters that say something super over the top. He’s very sweet and loving about it and views Christmas as a family thing and you’re part of his family now!

Skateboard:

I imagine in Playground Christmas is more of a friends thing then family thing, so Skateboard hosts a big party with his friends and you! There is a lot of food and more drinks, it’s not like a crazy high energy party buts it’s also not a dinner party, he does his best to stay by your side since you’re his lover but he keeps getting distracted and running off to a friend calling him over or doing something crazy. But he reminds you how much he loves you and that he’s glad to be spending Christmas with you!

For gifts I think he’d get you something silly and fun, that makes you laugh and groan lightheartedly. I also think he’d get you your own skateboard or even maybe roller skates/blades so you can go skating around with him, he’s bashful about it saying it was just something random and you don’t have to or whatever- then one of his friends would put a mistletoe above you both with an eye roll and he’d blush but it’s a sweet and tender kiss.

Biograft:

Bro has the dictionary definition of Christmas and that’s it, so you have to teach him a lot about it. It starts to understand, not fully but he’s getting there. Its favorite part is all the lights, he thinks they’re really pretty. Since it doesn’t exactly have its own Christmas traditions he just participates in whatever you do. It might be tad awkward if it’s his first time meeting people who don’t understand it’s sentient so you might have to explain it a couple times. He mostly sits in the corner observing, or following you around like a fucking since it doesn’t understand just yet but you do so it’s the logical conclusion.

He gets you a gift late, it doesn’t realize he was supposed to get you something but then when it does he figures the logical conclusion would be to get it after Christmas because it would be cheaper anyways. I think he’d get you some sort of technology, maybe a new computer or handheld gaming console that it specifically modified to be linked to him so it can chat with you on it even if he isn’t nearby, and would make sure it’s your favorite colors.

Katana:

He’s sort of, withdrawn from Christmas, if it was his choice he’d stay home and treat it as any other day but with cafe trio and you, his plans have been foiled. Cafe trio invite you both to their apartment to spend Christmas with them. If you’re tempted to say no just remember Slingshot owns a bakery and baked so many different Christmas pastries for the event. You and Katana stay together the whole time but it’s still nice, the food is delicious and it smells AMAZING in that apartment. Katana doesn’t have great memories of Christmas due to his past but he’s willing to make new ones with you.

I think he’d get you a really nice (rather expensive) china set. And his favorite rare teas to go with it. When I say really nice set, I mean REALLY nice, probably one of a kind. He insists you do not need to get him anything but won’t fight if you want to get him something, he thanks you really sweetly and after you leave cafe trios place gives you a super sweet kiss where he can comfortably lift up his mask.

Ban Hammer:

Similar to Sword he spends Christmas with his momma, and again you are invited to join them! Their Christmas is a lot more chaotic, full of rough housing and the servants very nervously cooking a LOT of food. They eat a lot on Christmas and play fight even more, but there’s a lot of laughter and love in the house so all is well. Even if Windforce isn’t as affectionate towards you she snickers and pushes you against her son, maybe a little too hard but he catches you and his eyes are shining as he looks at you. (Pet peeve of mine he ONLY wears his blindfold during phights to challenge himself, STOP GIVING IT HIM WHEN HE ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE WEARING IT.)

As a gift he gets you front row tickets to your favorite band, and takes you out to a REALLY nice dinner, I’m talking probably a three month wait list. He also jokes that his gift is ‘his presence’ you jokingly smack some sense into him as he chuckles. Whatever you get him if it’s something he can he displays on his desk in his office, if not he gets a really good photo of you two and put that on his desk instead. It’s really sweet and probably lit up with candles behind you under the stars.

Rocket:

Again he goes to his dad’s house for Christmas, however he doesn’t spend Christmas eve night there, you and him just head over there in the morning. Zuka isn’t a great cook, Rocket’s even worse, so you settle for some basic pancakes with maybe chocolate chips if you’re feeling fancy. Then they do gifts after breakfast, they never make a big deal about it, Zuka grew up a soldier so not much time for festivities and Rocket was a street kid, so also not much time for festivities. So they don’t do too much, just enough that it feels like a special nice day but it’s not over the top. They think of it as just a nice day to relax and spend together and with you now, Zuka approves of you since you make Rocket happy so he gets you a little something, probably just some bux honestly.

Rocket gets you a big ass plushie, I imagine he has a lot of his own so he gets you one he thinks you’ll like, of some animal you like but huge, perfectly shaped for cuddling. He’d also get you a custom candle, colored and scented to your favorites with some stupid name that’s some sort of inside joke between you two. He also gives you a handmade coupon for a kiss, it’s so cheesy and honestly embarrassing that it’s cute, he’s a dork but he’s your dork.

Slingshot:

As mentioned him and the siblings host a small get together at their apartment, you and Katana are invited, he doesn’t go so it’s just you four. He asks you to come over the day before to help, or at least offer emotional support, as he bakes a lot of stuff for the next day. Gingerbread and other holiday treats galore. He asks what your favorite cookies are, if he doesn’t already know, and bakes a batch of those as well. If you don’t have any baking skills you just sit on a part of unused counter and maybe occasionally stir something for him. If you can bake you divvy up the work 50/50 and get to it, it’s a mess of pass the flour and where’s the butter but it’s fun and sweet. You and him make sure Vinestaff and Shuriken don’t enter the kitchen to mess the pastries up or to steal batter or cooling cookies. The next day you two are beat and just enjoy sitting together on the couch eating your hard work and watching Shuriken and Vinestaff bicker as usual.

For a gift Slingshot makes you ready to bake dough in a tupperware of your favorite cookies so you can make them at home super easily whenever you want them. He also gets you some cat themed trinkets, he really likes cats, freaking cat boy. (/silly) Shuriken and Vinestaff also get you something but it’s smaller and just a peace offering since you’re dating their boss, even if they have more of a sibling relationship with him anyways.

Hyperlaser:

He doesn’t really do Christmas, it’s not that celebrated in Blackrock and his job keeps him really busy, but he still tries and makes a time for you, if not on, around Christmas to have a night together. You just enjoy a simple home cooked meal at him place, making it together as Princess walks around your feet meowing for a piece of food. Get that you sit down together on his couch, snuggle up with a blanket and watch some movie, probably some action movie most Christmas movies are far too cheesy for Hyperlaser’s tastes. After you eat you exchange presents and split a small little cheesecake he bought. It’s nothing big but it’s so distinctly him that it makes you happy anyways.

As for the aforementioned present he doesn’t do anything much, just something small but meaningful, some sort of personalized trinket of sorts. Like if you go drinking with him and Katana he gets you a small bottle of your favorite drink and maybe a small but nice cup. Again nothing big since he is rather indifferent when it comes to Christmas.

Shuriken:

Once again, the cafe trio Christmas party. This time you’re helping him cause chaos, trying to steal pastries when Slingshot isn’t looking or doing little gag pranks to Vinestaff. Can’t forget pranking each other! You arrive a little after noon once the siblings have finished with their cheesy family time, all the baked goods have been prepared already so Vinestaff is in the kitchen working on the actual dinner so it’s just you and Shuriken at first doing random stuff since Slingshot is tired and Vinestaff is busy. Though between the chaos you have some sweet moments, Shuriken can be gentle and loving when he tries to, and he tries on Christmas.

I think gift wise he’d give you an unlimited free pass to Thieves rest, Slingshot objects but it’s more for show, he knows you won’t abuse it and you make his sudo-brother happy so oh well. He also gets you a shirt that says like a cringiest cheesiest thing, like something a middle aged mom would wear or one of those fake funny ones like ‘Christian dads against cool math games’ or whatever. You laugh and bomp him on the head since it’s so stupid but sweet still.

Scythe:

The church makes something special about Christmas, it’s a big ass event that seeing as Scythe is a very high ranking person in the church she busted her ass of planning and bossing people around for it. So once Christmas finally comes around she glad to finally have more time with you since she spent so long away from you working late hours preparing for it. After she says her greetings to whoever she needs to she immediately pulls you away to the side to make out with you, specially a special spot she planned out and put a mistletoe at as an excuse, and maybe to push some underlings under it for some entertainment. She also drinks quite a bit but she’s a heavyweight so at most she gets a bit tipsy, she’s just glad to have some time to take the edge off and wind down more.

Gifting she gets you some bigger more expensive gifts, most were probably stolen or taken from her assignments. She gets you a really fancy bottle of wine, expensive jewelry, all that kind of stuff, as well as a promise to spend at least a week straight with you after New years since right after this party she has to plan the new year’s party too, oh well at least you know soon enough she’ll spend time with you and probably spoil you as an apology for how long she was busy and away from you.

Medkit:

As mentioned the church treats Christmas as a big event, which he’s not as busy as Scythe but he still has to contribute to the planning and whatever, especially if anyone gets hurt. He views it more as a chore if anything, it was never that big of a thing in Blackrock and now he has to pretend to want to be at some dumb big party. Assuming you are not also in the church he returns home rather late at night and flops down on your bed with a groan. You exchange presents in the morning and go out for a simple easy brunch together. He’s not big on celebrating it but if you want to do something he won’t complain.

He doesn’t get you anything big, probably something pertaining to a hobby you might have, it’s just a smaller thing but it’s still sweet, he thinks gifts are pointless since they can be given anytime why put so much emphasis of these ones? But he will thank you for whatever you get him.

Boombox:

As mentioned I imagine in Playground Christmas is more a friends get together holiday, so you attend Skateboard’s party he hosts. You two stick together but as the night goes on Boombox gets rowdier and louder, but you’re used to the louder and calmer sides of him. Before the party he doesn’t do anything special you just meet up in the evening and go to Skateboard’s place together, unless you want to do something but he’d prefer to do it the day after since he prefers to only do stuff half the day, or so. But he won’t fight if you want to do something together that morning.

He makes you a specialized mixtape of all your favorite songs and songs that remind him of you, and to go with it a small portable music player to listen to it, sure could it have been easier to do like a spotify playlist on your phone? Yeah, but where’s the fun in that! He also gets you your favorite candies and chocolates to go with it.

Subspace:

As I’ve said like 20 times Christmas isn’t that big of a thing in Blackrock, it’s not contributing anything so why waste time celebrating? So being the head engineer for the Blackrock government means he doesn’t really do much about Christmas. However he does invite you to his lab, something he rarely does, and shows you something he made you, after that you leave and wait for him to return home, you have some hot cocoa and go to bed.

The something he made you was a personalized small Biograft, about the size of a Chigraft, specially engineered and designed to assist you with everyday life and have a programmed personality he thought you’d like, it’s also painted to be your favorite color instead of orange, unless orange is your favorite color. He lets you name it and tells you all the intricate details of how he customized it, even if you don’t understand any of the words he’s saying.

Vinestaff:

Once again, you go to the Christmas get together at her, Shuriken and Slingshot are hosting, it’s just you four since Katana declined. When you first arrive you help her ‘give gifts’ to all her plants, which entails giving them specialized fertilizer and watching as she fawns over all of them. Then you help her in cooking dinner, it’s nothing too fancy just some traditional Thieves Den dishes and maybe one or two bonus holiday additions. She’s not amazing at cooking but she’s at least better than her brother, who’s trying to prank you two as you cook unfortunately. After dinner though you all relax and exchange gifts it’s a sweet moment the air filled with laughter as she snuggles up against you.

She gets you a starter kit to grow your favorite flowers, a special bag of soil, a cute pot, and the seeds obviously. You may have to wait until it’s the proper growing weather for the flowers but it’s still a super sweet and thoughtful gift. She also gets you a spa set, amazing creams and lotions, all in your favorite scent, not to mention a nice neck pillow specifically for a bath.

Coil:

Again, Christmas in Playground is a friend’s holiday, so you go to Skateboard’s apartment for the party he hosts that both you and Coil were invited to. You arrive some of the first and watch as Coil jokes around with Skateboard as he sets out the last of the snacks and drinks, poking fun at him in a friendly way. The party doesn’t have a ton of people but still it’s not a small thing either, so you have people to chat with whenever Coil runs off to joke around or grab snacks. You probably crash at Skateboard’s place for the night since they’re best friends and have that permission, you wake up the next morning with a headache and glitter on your face you don’t know where it came from. But it was still a fun night with your lover.

I think he’d get you, oh man Coil is tough, stuff he stole from Blackrock nobles, like maybe jewelry, items from traveling, or even a fancy ass bottle of alcohol. Or maybe a gag gift, something funny and jokey that leads you to start play fighting, I’m honestly not so sure about him my apologies.

alright and that’s a wrap! that was fun to write, i’m currently at dinner i’m not at home i’m on a cruise waiting on my steak, today we hit honduras tomorrow we hit belize! it’s been fun and i got some art i needed to get done for my best friend done, we did an art exchange for christmas on top of the pins of empires season one characters, we’re matching roseblings! i’ll hopefully have the venomshank request done and posted soon, im hoping tomorrow at the latest, have a merry christmas everyone and would you guys like me to do the same thing but for any other characters? if so send a comment with the character but if you want to be anon send it on my personal account @inkcoveredmoon !!

unfortunately i do not know much about chanukah so i will not be doing a special for it, im not christian but we celebrate the christian holidays in my household

[plaguewormart]

I wrote a one shot while in the waiting room before seeing my doctor,, on ao3 here but also posting it here 💀

Vincent tried not to think much about his past. Whenever nosy journalists or well meaning members of the Curia would ask him about his work in Afghanistan or Iraq Vincent would reply by talking about the love he had felt in those places - the way humanity seemed to be at its very best when the world around them fell apart. Vincent would never go into details.

As many things are in the church, Vincent’s PTSD was somewhat of an open secret. Many Swiss guards shared the uncomfortable experience of running into the papal rooms in the middle of the night after hearing the pope screaming as if being attacked - only to be met with a disheveled man with haunted eyes, hands shaking as he dismissed their offers of helping. The members of the Curia who were closest to the pope had slowly come to understand which subjects not to bring up around the Holy Father.

Vincent, to everyone’s dismay, refused to acknowledge his problems - constantly rejecting any mention of therapy or medication. “Compared to so many others,” he would say, “I’ve had an easy life.” He refused to listen when various members of his staff tried to remind him that serving God and the Church in active war zones most definitely counted as traumatic.

Vincent was an expert on hiding any and all feelings. He was the people’s pope - the sole man in charge of the Church - God’s representative on earth. He could not - would not - let anyone see him as weak. He had a job to do, and he had to do it well. If he was awoken by memories he’d tried to repress almost every night, then that was between him and God (and the guards who kept entering his room).

Vincent knew how to hide, how to keep secrets safe. He had plenty of experience in the field, after all. He would hide his trembling hands behind his back while walking through the Vatican. He would plan out each and every sermon well in advance, always standing hidden behind the altar as he prayed, refusing the offer of an altar boy holding the Bible for him - he would carry the weight himself, and the large book would hide his shaking hands and anxious eyes.

He couldn’t always hide. Once he had been walking through the gardens with Thomas when someone decided that the calm night needed some color, and had shot up a firework over Rome. The sound of the exploding lights had brought Vincent back to Baghdad, and in a moment of disorientation he had grabbed Thomas and thrown them both down on the ground - breathing heavily as he tried to find cover from what his brain registered as gunshots.

Two guards who had been walking a few meters behind them had rushed to their sides, thinking that the Holy Father had suffered a medical emergency or had tripped on something, and Thomas had to gently but firmly wave them away as Vincent started crawling away in fear when his panicked mind assumed the men with guns were going to hurt him.

It had taken Thomas several minutes and more than a few prayers for guidance before he managed to get Vincent to look at him, and the pope had not stopped shaking for the rest of the evening. Vincent had not allowed anyone else to tend to him after the incident, so Thomas was left to help the Holy Father change out of his dirt-stained white cassock and tend to the scrapes on his hands from the rough landing.

Vincent had refused - or been unable - to talk, yet Thomas had stayed by his side for the rest of the night, unable to do anything but watch as the figurehead of the Catholic Church broke down on the floor of the bathroom in the Casa Santa Martha.

Vincent couldn’t always hide - but he could pretend. After that night, Vincent resolutely refused to mention the incident. Whenever Thomas tried to get the Holy Father to open up, Vincent would change the subject or make his excuses to leave the room.

To absolutely everyone’s surprise, it was Tedesco who finally got through to him. Tedesco had been visiting the Vatican for Christmas celebrations, and had been keenly observing the new pope, taking long drags of his vape as he noted how the Holy Father seemed somehow even skinner and paler than he had been during the conclave that elected him.

Despite what some would assume, Tedesco didn’t disapprove of the pope entirely. He disagreed on many of the man’s moral and political views, but even he had been able to feel the Holy Spirit enter the Sistine Chapel as Vincent Benítez became Pope Innocent XIV. And he wouldn’t exactly be a good conservative Catholic if he didn’t believe the pope’s words were infallible.

So when he saw how Innocent seemed to flinch at every noise, jumping away from unexpected touches, and arrive at breakfast looking more tired than he had when retiring to bed - Tedesco understood that something was wrong.

One of the bishops in Venice, Johnathan Anderson, had been an American military officer for years before finding his true calling, and Tedesco had seen how the man would sometimes jump at seemingly nothing. He had asked the bishop about this once, mostly because he was bored out of his mind at a conference lunch, and Anderson had explained that his years in the army had left him with PTSD, that sometimes his body reacted to threats that weren’t really there, sometimes his brain created emergencies that didn’t exist, and that sometimes his mind would force him to relive his worst memories as if he was back in the war.

Tedesco - who had worked very hard for the reputation he had around the church - had cracked a slightly inappropriate joke in a mix of Italian and Latin, and then not mentioned the conversation further. However, if Tedesco’s office since then had been outfitted with an extra desk for anyone to occupy when in need to some peace and quiet, if one of the churches in Venice suddenly started holding support meetings for veterans of war, and if Anderson’s therapy sessions suddenly became a business expense, paid for by the church… well those were happy coincidences, and no one but Tedesco and God would have to know the truth.

Tedesco’s tipping point came when he watched the Holy Father in conversation with an old pilgrim, he was too far away to hear what the pair were speaking about, but close enough to see the Pope’s face turn as white as the vestments he wore, and how Benítez seemed to hastily excuse himself before walking away so quickly that Tedesco had to jog a few steps to be able to follow the man.

The Holy Father retreated into the men’s bathroom, and Tedesco felt a bit creepy as he followed the pope inside, but as he heard the unmistakable sound of reaching from the only occupied stall, he knew he had done the right thing.

He listened to the sounds of hyperventilation occasionally interrupted by gagging and the splattering of the Holy Fathers stomach contents as they met with toilet water. The sounds made him nauseous himself, but he breathed deeply and told himself that he was helping the Church by not abandoning the pope.

Tedesco stood silently at the door to the corridor, so that he would be able to intercept anyone entering the room - the Church did not need headlines about Pope Innocent throwing up in a public Vatican bathroom, God knows what the media would do with that.

It took almost ten minutes for the erratic breathing to calm, and for the toilet to flush one last time. The door to the stall clicked as the lock was opened, and out walked the Pope, his white cassock wrinkled from kneeling on the floor, his hands clenched tightly around the white zucchetto, presumably Benítez had removed it to prevent it from falling into the toilet. The Holy Father’s eyes were red, and his sweat-drenched hair stuck to his face. His eyes widened almost comedically when he noticed Tedesco staring him down.

“Your eminence?” Tedesco wanted to laugh at the tone in Benítez voice, a mix of suspicion, fear, and exhaustion. “Relax, your holiness. I won’t tell anyone, I was just making sure you didn’t drown in a toilet bowl. I fear our dean would consider becoming Protestant if he had to hold another conclave so soon.” At this the Pope’s shoulders seemed to relax a smidge, and a small pained smile appeared on his face.

“Oh well, I suppose I should be thanking you, then.” As Vincent spoke, he made his way to the line of sinks, splashing his face with water a few times before continuing, “But I really am fine now, Cardinal Tedesco.”

Tedesco didn’t even bother hiding his annoyance at the answer. “Fine? You think it’s fine for the Pope to be curled up in a public bathroom, puking his guts out because something reminded him of the past?”

Vincent went a few shades paler again, and Tedesco prayed that he hadn’t sent the Holy Father into another panic attack. Thankfully the man didn’t seem on the verge of breaking as he spoke. “How did you know?”

“I’m not stupid, your holiness. You have textbook PTSD. Like… actual textbok material, you could probably be a case study for medical students.” Vincent blinks at him, his mouth open in shock.

“Look, I’m sorry, I planned to do this in a nicer way, but unfortunately I genuinely don’t think you would understand me if I don’t speak clearly.” Tedesco stares into Benítez’s eyes, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern as he speaks, “Your Holiness… the way you are living, it’s not fine. You are suffering, and this way of living will kill you, sooner than later.” Tedesco sighs as he sees that the Pope doesn’t seem to understand how bad that would be. “And I know that you don’t really care about that. However, your premature death would make the church look bad, and even more so… it would kill your friends. Tommaso, Aldo, Ray, you would be making them suffer. Do you understand?”

Vincent finally looks shaken - Tedesco sees his adams apple bobble as he swallows nervously. Tedesco decides to press even further. “You are already making them suffer. I know you do not mean to, but they are terrified. I might not be friends with them, but I’ve known them for decades, and I can see how scared they are.” Vincent looks heartbroken, his face twisted in shock and grief. “They fear that they will find you dead one day, that a flashback will make you hurt yourself or that a panic attack will make your heart give out. Hell, we all see how thin you are - they… we’re all scared you will starve yourself to death.”

And then, to Tedesco’s surprise and horror, the Holy Father throws his arms around the cardinal and hugs him tightly. Tedesco doesn’t know what to do, yet when he feels the Pope’s shoulders shake slightly he lets his instincts take over and embraces the younger man.

They stand like that for a few minutes, and when they break apart Tedesco pretends not to see Benítez wiping tears off his face. “Thank you Goffredo, really.” Tedesco feels his face heat up at the Holy Father’s use of his first name, and immediately covers it up by taking a hit of his vape.

As they walk out of the bathroom, side by side, Vincent turns to Tedesco, a knowing smile on his face, “So, Cardinal Tedesco… you said ‘we’ are scared. Does that mean you worry about me?”

Tedesco scoffs and blows some smoke in the popes face. “You might be the pope, but you’re not that important.” Vincent just smiles, understanding the sentence as Tedesco-speak for ‘I do’.

[tarotwithavi]

What is it like to be loved by you?

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How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

Being loved by you feels like walking through a calm meadow at dusk, where the sunset warms everything it touches. It's comforting yet sometimes brings a touch of sadness, wrapping people in a mix of feelings that sway between happiness and longing. Your love is like a gentle storm, stirring hearts with whispers of desire and moments of peace. When people are with you, they find comfort, a quiet place in the midst of life's chaos. Your love is like a soft melody that plays in the background of their days, a constant feeling deep inside. It's like dancing freely, where each move follows the beat of their hearts. But your love isn't just sunshine on a clear day; it's also the rain that nurtures their soul. It's tears that cleanse and heal, washing away doubts and fears. Your love is like a beautiful song with both strong and tender parts, where every rise leads to a peaceful end. Loving you means navigating life's ups and downs, embracing imperfections, knowing you see them as both flawed and perfect. Your love is an adventure with no map, where every turn brings new discoveries, and each moment feels endless.

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Pile 2

You make people feel like they're floating in a realm of pure magic when you love them. Your love is a bright light that fills their world with pure happiness, coloring every moment with vibrant joy and wonder. Yet, in this enchanting feeling, they sometimes feel like ghosts wandering through deep emotions. Your love touches them so deeply that it stirs echoes of vulnerability and uncertainty. It's like they're dancing between different feelings, feeling both the warmth of your love and the quiet fears inside them. But in this delicate dance of emotions, there's a beauty that mixes with their worries. Your love challenges them to face their vulnerabilities and fears, guiding them through doubts towards a clearer understanding of themselves and your relationship. It's a journey where success isn't just measured by regular standards, but by the growth and courage they find within themselves. Your love encourages them to embrace every part of who they are, even the parts that might seem fleeting or unnoticed. So, I want you to know that being cherished by you is a surreal experience, a beautiful mix of pure happiness and deep self-reflection.

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Pile 3

Your love gives people a deep sense of confidence that comes from within, making them feel empowered to face life's challenges with strength and self-belief. It's more than just feeling loved; it's about finding a new assurance in who they are, guided by the warmth of your affection. Being loved by you awakens their spirit to new possibilities, like a seed bursting into bloom after a long slumber. Your love sparks growth, stirring their soul and deepening their connection to the world around them. It's a journey of self-discovery and understanding, where every step forward is lit by the comfort of your embrace. In your presence, they find a delicate balance that brings together life's joys and difficulties with grace. Your love acts as a steady anchor, keeping them grounded amid life's ups and downs, ensuring they face each day with resilience and inner peace. Your love fills them with a warmth and tenderness that words can't fully express. It envelops them completely, like a gentle hug that stays in their heart. The depth of emotion you bring overwhelms them with gratitude and joy, feelings that go beyond words. Being loved by you is a really divine experience.

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[bobacupcake]

Or! Very different! Return of the Obra Dinn

ok now THIS i have absolutely no idea. i have been thinking about her ever since it came out and i am at a complete loss. so i will do some digging

ok SO. it does something super similar to what i was speculating for sable by rendering the scene to a texture for edge detection. each individual part is given a random color so it can know what to draw lines between

it also passes lighting + some extra colors to pick which textures & dither pattern to use. red here is the lighting!

they found a way to have all that information in just one texture but i showed both of them just for claritys sake. in the actual game it only needs one!! super fast

and then we have the part that i have had nooo idea how they did, the final result with all the dithering. this is done in a full screen post process effect!

i know theres way to convert images into 1-bit dithered images using something called a dither pattern, but i dont 100% understand the technology behind it

i also know its incredibly hard to make look good when moving the camera around. and so did the guy making obra dinn! so he spent 100 hours experimenting to get it to look natural and finally cracking it by mapping the dither pattern to a sphere that follows you, and sampling the sphere from the angle you look at things from

hereee's my sources if you wanna go more in-depth !

https://forums.tigsource.com/index.php?topic=40832.msg1363742#msg1363742

https://forums.tigsource.com/index.php?topic=40832.msg1124342#msg1124342

https://forums.tigsource.com/index.php?topic=40832.msg1124342#msg1124342

[midnightshindig]

I don't know if you're taking requests, but what about a Mark with a mentor hero he can lean on? Most heroes in other comics usually have them, so why not? P.S. Can you recommend a name for an orange cat? I adopted one, but I can't think of a name.

My orange cat is named Opalite for the color Opalite makes when you shine a light through it, but we call her Opal. My grey ragmuffin cat is Winchester, but we call him Winnie. A good cat name should be relatively formal in its fullest form, but with a nickname that matches the cats vibe.

But if you just wanted a recommendation, I like Marmalade. You could call them Lade/Ladhy for a girl and Marms if they're a goofier cat (regardless of gender).

Could also name it fancy nancy but that's neither here nor there.

hcs below the cut!!

You're an adult hero (late 20s to early 30s) with powers akin to Bulletproof, generic strong, flying superhero

But you're ALSO a long time 'friend' of Nolan aka Omniman

You were briefly both superheroes in the same city in your early days, and he trusted your competency.

So when Nolan realized Mark was unresponsive to his training, he called in a favor from you

So you and Mark started training together, and it was a rocky journey

He was overzealous but insecure about his own abilities and with a deep need to prove himself

"That was good, Kid. Your time's a minute faster than it was when we started training."

Mark peeled his mask off in frustration "Agh- My Dad can circle the Earth in seven minutes- you can do it in nine! Fifteen minutes-"

"Fourteen." You corrected, holding up your phone stopwatch feature with a smile

He narrowed his eyes and sighed in exasperation "You know what I mean, Y/n. I need to be faster, stronger! Time me again."

Before you could stop him, he was off again, assumedly taking a lap around the earth.

After the events of Season One, Mark starts training with you exclusively

It's a form of bonding that only you, Art, Mark, and Debbie can really understand

To be so close with someone and have them be so different from your idea of them.

Plus, Mark's dad is no longer around for their training

"Wow, Mark, your time is so much better! Eight minutes, hell kid you're faster than me!"

Mark gritted his teeth, slumping against the mountaintop he'd flew across the earth to get back to

"Y/n... did you ever train with my dad?"

His question didn't come as much of a surprise, he'd seemed off since the event in Chicago.

"of course, we trained a handful of times. Although, you and I have trained together more than your dad and I ever did."

This answer softened him, and his crossed arms dropped to his side

"I don't know how to not be a disappointment."

His voice was shaky but knowing, this was obviously something he'd been thinking about for a while.

"Mark, of course you arent. You could never be. You just have to-"

"Be the best that I can?" Mark scoffed, pulling his knees to his chest. It was a horribly childish pose for such a grown boy "Y/n, my best got thousands of people killed. I'm not good enough."

You thought really hard about his circumstances

and about the kind of person Mark was

and sat next to him in the snow

"Then we work hard." your tone was jovial, almost casual, as if you were suggesting he unplug and replug a faulty appliance

Mark hadn't been expecting that answer, pity or encouragement, maybe. Anger or spite? Sure. but this? It was so... knowing.

"How can I work hard when the stronger I get, the more mistakes I make?"

You smiled, bumping him with your shoulder "Your powers get stronger before your mind and heart do, muscles get better with weight training and cardio, but you can't handle that power until you've had real experience." A coy, performative grin spread across your face in an attempt to soothe his worries

"I'm an adult, Mark, and I've been training superheroes for a while. If I believe in you, you gotta trust me."

Mark's face tightened once more "But- you were wrong about my dad." he looked back and away from you, trying to tip toe around being offensive or plainly rude with his reasoning

"mm, that's true." You nodded sagely, leaning back onto your arms "But, so was everybody. And I mean, if everyone was fooled, that just means we all have the chance to learn and be better judges of character in the future."

You watched the skyline contemplative, reminiscing on your memories with Nolan

"Your dad was a weird guy, he was gruff and reserved, unwilling to explore what he feared or to embrace what he loved. I always thought he was just aloof, but its an inability to connect with ones heart that leads to apathy and violence." You rested a hand on Mark's upper arm supportively "I'm glad you told me about your worries. It's good to be worried. It's good to be scared. It shows you care, and that you'll do better. You have something Omni-Man never could've, foresight. Learn from your life, Mark, its why you remember it."

In that moment, Mark could feel his tensions easing, the weight on his shoulders melting into the snow beneath him.

It had been so long since an adult was able to fully connect with him in this way, in a way his mother wasn't wholly able to due to her obligations as his mother.

But when his shoulders eased and he felt his head hit your outer arm, he knew that he could relax

and maybe trust in someone other than himself to make the right decision.

If you believed in him, maybe that was all that mattered. And maybe the two of you could figure the rest out with the knowledge you gained on the way.

[meathunt]

Parental mermaid yandere x willing reader?!?!

I'm posting this at like 2 am so sorry if it has any errors haha TW parental neglect?, light kidnapping, infantilization * . ` ✧*✧ ��� * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . You always had a fancy for the sea, in younger years, when your parents took you and your siblings into expensive resorts for fancy parties, you often couldn't wait for the go ahead sign so you could go play in the beach. Afternoons spent collecting pretty shells and rocks, and building sand castles. If you were feeling a bit daring, to go play a bit in the shallow waters.

At first you would admit you felt a little intimidated by the big stretch of blue in front of you, after all you didn’t know how to swim and the idea of momentarily losing the stability of walking freaked you out a bit, plus you couldn't hear without your hearing aids, and being disconnected from your surroundings just for some water seemed a bit silly and not worth the hassle at the time.

That's until a beach party when you were 7. The kids of some of your parent’s friends wanted to go diving, and it was decided that all of you would go as a group.

Even with a handler near you at all times, and the other boys being more entertained of playing in the water, it was a life changing experience for you. The relaxing sensation of being surrounded by water, and the wonderful view under you, all the little water critters swimming, the plants and corals surrounding you in all their beautifully explosive colors, the freedom of being able to move around, almost like flying.

It was the beginning of your love with the sea.

After that you begged your parents to let you take diving classes, they relented seeing it as something that will look good in the future resume.

So your younger years were spent near the sea, making diving almost as easy as walking. If not for the fact that you were deaf, and your parents wouldn't really approve, you could have even tried to apply for a certification. But as you grew, your "responsibilities" and the pressure of your parents also did. Even as the third born of your parents, they started to push for you to not spend as much time on an "useless hobbies", and start to focus on things that will improve your future and show off the family's prestige, whatever that meant.

You were pushed to the max, to get the best grades, to enter the most renown clubs, participate in the most popular activities and socialize with people “on your level”, no matter how demanding they were, or how uncomfortable it made you feel, and even then, you felt like you didn't get a fair acknowledgement for your efforts, they have seen all the things you had done earlier and better with your siblings, so the amazement of experiencing things with you ran a bit dry. At this point, your efforts were taken as the least they were expecting out of their children.

To the point that they were also pushed to start hiding the severity of your disability, just so your "family name" wouldn't be seen as less.

Personal time and interest were sweet privileges that became rarer the older you got. And the older you got, you could understand better what your situation was.

At 15 years old you could see clearly the future your parents were pushing you into, a pre-planned fight for their money and business when they were gone, and even with your achievements, you felt at a disadvantage, your older siblings were way more capable that you thought yourself to ever be. Already set into the world that your parents lived while you still were trying to stay afloat and let the reality of your situation fully set in.

One day after hanging out with the other people your parents approved you could have “friendships” with, you realized that this isn't what you want for yourself, not this puppet stage you have been both blessed and cursed to be born into.

Since that they, you fought to get more individuality back, keeping up with the perfect family image but pushing and carving more time for yourself. Your relationship with your family ended up a bit strained thanks to that, but you still were reaching their bottom line so they couldn't really force you into anything if they didn't want to look bad for the others around them, and after years of it, you got your silly hobby time back.

Today you could enjoy one of those hard fought moments of you time. In a little cabin, a bit out of the way near the coast. It was a beautiful place if you said so yourself, with access to a private part of the beach, perfect for swimming and diving. It was a lucky find, suddenly appearing as an ad for a vacation spot.

You felt that childish excitement bubble inside your chest at the thought of having a whole week to yourself in this place, just relaxing and playing in the water.

After a light breakfast, all you had the patience for so you could get to the water faster, you spent all your morning just enjoying the sea, at some point, a faint ringing in your ears started, confusing you and making you resurface from the water and inspect your surroundings.

You weren’t able to identify what could be making a noise, but far in the sea you could see someone, likely swimming. And they were also looking at you! And making a gesture. Too far to really read their lips or identify the gesture you decided to wave back at them.

That seemed to make them freeze and the low buzzing in your ears stopped. Suddenly after a blink they are gone, you look around but see no one so decide to go back to your cabin and get ready to get some lunch. * . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * .

The night by the sea is beautiful, perfect for a little walk before going to sleep, the sounds so gentle and relaxing, almost enough to make you forget about the stress your parents are giving your future. A fight about the major they want you to study, and you had to concede after pushing for some time away from your responsibilities. You don't regret it, what wouldn't you give up for staying here longer.

"Well, what do we have here?" You were looking up at the sky, searching for shapes in the stars when the voice takes you by surprise, making you jump a little. You turn to look at the owner of the voice. “Woah! Sorry didn’t meant to give you a big scare kiddo” they tell you with a laugh. Alluring, almost hypnotic, green eyes lock with yours, the corners of their eyes showing their age. They are taller than you by a head so you have to look up at them, making you feel shyer, and a little bit dumb for not noticing them earlier. They have a pretty smile, white teeth that look a bit pointy, but not out of the ordinary, maybe an esthetic choice? “What happen dear, cat got your tongue?” They tease you a bit. Their smooth voice takes you out of your thoughts, and you blush a bit, realizing the long time that you just spent looking at them and not answering, if your parents were here, you would have gotten at least two warnings at this point. “Oh-h! uhm, I’m sorry… I got a bit distracted” you say, breaking the eye contact out of embarrassment, that would have been your third strike. Their smile turn warmer and they look at you with an endeared expression. Not that you notice, to busy looking at the sand at your feet. “It’s no problem baby, really” Their melodic voice fills your ears, taking off your attention from all the social blunders you just committed. “It’s a little bit late to having a walk, don’t you think so? Especially when you are alone buddy, where are your parents?” They speak to you in the same tone one would speak to a scared child, but it doesn’t feel… condescending, more caring, like they are worried about you, and even if they are a stranger it makes you feel warm from the inside, really what does this says about your survival instincts? “It’s okay, really! Actually I’m here on my own” You smile at them in the most reassuring manner you can. “My accommodations are very near actually, and this is a private area, so I think it’s very safe” You don’t know why but you don’t mind sharing personal information with them, they have an air about them that makes you feel safe. They don’t look very convinced but, the answer seems to be enough, for now at least “Oh, my home is quite close dear. Seems like we are probably going to be seeing each other, quite a bit” They take a little square out of their pocket and give it to you “Here cutie, if you need anything in your mini vacation, I’m here if you need someone” You look at the little paper, a simple yet elegant design, that contains only their name and a cellphone number. Lucille…. The name rings a bell but you can’t remember when did you hear it before. “Thank you Mx. Lucille, I will keep it mind!” They look at you a bit expectantly before you connect the dots “Right! My name..” You fake cough, trying to swallow the awkwardness of your tone “ I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you” Lucille giggles a bit at your reactions, making the blush adorning your cheeks grow.  “Well cutie, it’s a bit late, you should go rest now.” The last time you saw the time it was still quite early into the night. But after that comment you felt the effort of the day grow into you, letting a yawn escape you. Yeah a bit of rest sounds nice. You say goodnight to Lucille and go back to your accommodations to rest for the day. * . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * .

The rest of your vacation you did end up meeting Lucille quite frequently, not very strange considering that the part where you were staying was a small property. Strangely enough you felt very happy in their presence, the trust between you growing quite fast, making you rely on them and tell them about your worries and family problems, without really telling them who your family actually was, scared that that knowledge would make them treat you different or just use you to get to climb the social scene. Things that sadly had happened before, so you really didn’t want to ruin the nice relationship you guys had going. After all, a nice older figure that wasn’t interested in using you for some kind of underhanded purpose was a very rare thing in your life.

They comfort you, and help you take your mind off the problems that stalk your day to day, even if you are not so gullible to say the whole situation, they get the essence of your problems. And offer a space where you can feel safe and heard, becoming a person you look up to, and before you knew it your vacation ended. You had a sense of loss at not being able to see them again. Having someone to hear you out any time you needed. You admitted that that vacation made you grow a bit spoiled, forgetting a bit how exhausting your life was. And hey, you still can talk to them, but with your tight schedule and also trying to hide your new friendship from your family, you haven’t been able to talk a lot with them.

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After 3 months you still missed them, so you were looking into maybe taking another vacation, but to your misfortune it seems that that property, and all surrounding ones just disappeared from the listing. That news bummed you out, thinking about the beautiful secret place you managed to find.

That thought accompanied you while getting ready for another of your parent’s events, some type of auction, a big name jewel collection was going up, and people were very interested in getting their hands on them.

The event was as stuffy as you expected, a practiced smile plastered in your face as you accompanied your family from side to side socializing with people. The common song and dance of this types of events, trying to one up each other in the smoothest way possible. But for some reason you felt a bit more nervous, like something in the air was trying to warn you about some trouble getting closer.

“Well are my eyes tricking me? Is that my dear y/n?”  A familiar voice reached you, taking you out of your day dreaming. Lucille was standing in front of you, making a real smile escape and plaster on your face, they look very elegant in what you could only guess is a very expensive suit, you would have never expected to see them in an event like this. “Lucille! It’s so good to s-“ “AHEM” You freeze in place, body tensing up immediately, as your parents give you a warning. They step in front of you and you take your place behind them, putting that practiced smile on your face. “We are so sorry Sir. Bonheur, you know how children are” You shrink in place at the look your mother gives you “They get over excited sometimes and forget their manners” You don’t see it, but the expression the Lucille’s face hardens as they see the silent exchange you have with your parents “It’s okay” They respond, in a more serious tone that you have ever heard from them “I was the one who started it after all” “Nonsense! Y/n knows better” They say in humorless tone “Let us treat you for this inconvenience, after all this is one of your events, we would hate to leave a bad impression”

You give an apologetic smile and look down at your feet, filling the part of the apologetic child perfectly. You start disconnecting form the scene. Your dad keeps talking with Lucille as your mother excuse the both of you, taking your hand a bit harshly as she pulls you to a more private place. * . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . You stay at the balcony way after your mother left, choking back tears as you replay the “conversation” you just had, every accusation, every insult thrown in your way about how you are nothing but a disappointment, and how regretful they were about having you, as nothing good has come from it. A hand rests on you back making you jump out of your skin and gasp loudly “Oh, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you” A familiar voice says. Lucille is standing at your side, and you try to compose yourself “O-oh Mister. Bonheur, did something happen?” They make a little face at the name “You know I don’t need those titles dear” They look you over, and you try to hide from those eyes that seem to be able to read your soul.

When you don’t answer they make another simple question “Are you okay?”

And that’s all it takes, you burry yourself in their arms, crying while telling them how tired you are of everything, you cry your heart out to them, while Lucille holds you. After some minutes you lose steam, just sobbing quietly while they comfort you. “Would you want a way out love?” they tell you after a while. You look up at them confused “Of this, your problems, from being near people that don’t know how to appreciate the treasure that you are” They start drying your tears “Of living a life that make you so unhappy” they cradle you closer, love showing clearly in the way they look at you “I could give you that, my child, I could give you the life you are dreaming of” “Would you like to stay with me?” They say with a melodic voice and loving eyes, as if it was that simple. But you started to think, what if it was? What if you could just do that? It was a nice dream, in the little time you met them they have shown more care and love for you, than your family for your whole life. You didn’t think it was possible really, but for the moment you were going to allow yourself to dream, so you said a simple yes. And something told you, you signed up for more than you expected.

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[bluemari23]

soul glow | choi seungcheol

summary: you attended your first concert, waiting a long time to see your ult group perform. unable to recognize a soul bond taking place, you leave early, leaving seungcheol to scramble to find you.

pairing: choi seungcheol x neurodivergent reader

genre: soulmates, soul bonds, idol au, angst

warnings: a cinderella moment indeed, mentions of overstimulation,

word count: 1.4k

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an: couldn't help myself. I had a dream of this and needed to write it out.

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The concert was your first, and you wouldn’t question if it was also to be your last. You were overwhelmed to say the least. You could practically feel your skin crawl as the colored lights flashed throughout the stadium. 

You had come with your best friend, wanting to see your ult group, Seventeen, while they were finally visiting a city even remotely close to you. You had both waited a long time for them to come, often writing your own prayers on social media with the hopes someone in management would see. 

And now, you’re not sure how you feel. 

“If you’re not feeling it, we can always leave early.” You friend yelled out to you over the music. You were in the front row of the bottom section, right behind the floor seats. You were to the side of the stage, but still had an amazing view of the boys as they performed. 

You loved your friend, how understanding they were, but you just shook your head. You didn’t pay all this money for you to leave early, and because you were overstimulated. You hated feeling like a burden and you knew how much your friend was also looking forward to the concert. You both had been waiting to experience the right of passage for every carat at a concert, the ten thousand aju nices that would happen at the end. 

To be fair, you might just be overstimulated by the lights surrounding the boys, particularly on your side of the stage. You couldn’t figure it out, given it was a bright golden glow and none of the colored lights going on in the stadium resembled that glow or even just the lights that lit up the stage. 

You tried to make the best of your opportunity and sung along to your favorite song once it played. Shadow held a special place in your heart and you loved the timber of the groups individual voices as they sang, particularly Mingyu and Scoups as they gave their best selves to the performance. 

Once the instrumental for To You began to play, Scoups tried his best to remember the choreo but he couldn’t help but to continue to move towards the left of the stage, something catching his eye as he turned to look at their fans. 

He couldn’t help but to falter in his steps, thankfully no one caught his mistake as he was quick to sing his lines. The bright glow of gold held his attention, more like the woman who the glow centered around. 

He could name numerous different soul bonds, from the Flower Halo to the more common Soul Mark, but never did he think he would be blessed with a Soul Glow as his bond. And never did he think he would find his soulmate during one of their concerts, where he can’t immediately move to greet his soulmate, bringing them into his embrace and holding them tight. 

He had even more vigor as he continued on with the concert, knowing that his soulmate was watching him and his brothers perform. Something that everyone seemed to notice, especially his band members. 

During one of the outfit changes, Joshua has come up to him and asked him if he was okay, and he couldn’t hold back. 

“My soulbond activated. She’s here, Shua.” He admitted, causing Joshua’s eyes to widen in shock, and for the excited shouts of his other members who had not so subtly been eavesdropping on their elder members. 

They all quickly dressed in their next set of clothes, and right before they had to go back on stage, Seungcheol has pointed you out to his fellow members and manager, who had been tasked to get a message across to his soulmate before the end of the concert, wanting to meet his soul glow. 

Despite trying their best, his members kept moving to the left of the stage, trying to get a good look at who would be their new best friend by the end of the night. Yeah, they would give you and their leader your space, but they were determined to be your friends, seeing as you would be stuck with their leader forever. 

This was something the crowd noticed as well, those on the floor moving to the left trying to get the boy’s attention and whatever way they could. It only happened for a couple of songs, but then the boys moved back to giving equal time to all sides of the stage. 

It was weird, and something you and your friend both acknowledged. 

“I wonder what happened?” You friend questioned aloud, causing you to hum your agreement. 

“Maybe something caught their eye?” Was your own reply, thinking that to be the most likely answer. 

Either way, the concert continued but not without difficulties. Mainly for you. 

You had tried your hardest, but despite that, you couldn’t help but to feel as though you had overdone your tolerance, the biting pain of your nails digging into your palm a sad reminder.

Loud noises had always been a problem for you; the pain in your head and the itching under your skin that had your scratching marks into your arm was always a reminder. You don’t know why, but too much stimulation always caused somewhat of a shutdown for you, where you couldn’t speak and your mind didn’t seem to want to focus on anything in particular. 

By the time the third Aju Nice had rolled around, you were past your limit and you friend could tell. 

“Hey, you know what, it’s okay. I can see why so many people get tired after the first round. My feet are aching and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.” Your dear friend helped you out of the aisle and towards the stairs that would lead out to the lobby of the stadium. 

You tried to protest, but even those were weak as you followed behind your best friend. You were incredibly thankful for them and knew you would need to make up for leaving the concert early, even if they are adamant about leaving.

Vernon was the first to notice you leaving, following behind the woman who had been sitting to your right. He tried his best to signal to Seungcheol, but only managed to at the end of the third Aju Nice encore. 

“She’s leaving, Cheol.” Vernon tried to be discrete, which thankfully he managed. His words caught the attention of the others, who had all huddled together near one corner of the stage, watching a couple of their fans in costume dance. They all watched the two women make their way to the stairs and out of the main stadium area.

Cheol panicked, sitting down at the edge of the stage and gesturing for his manager, making him aware of the dilemma. He could only watch as his manager had grabbed some of their security with him and started backstage, trying to catch up to you. 

His heart was racing as he tried his best to focus and make sure the concert ended like every other one, doing his best for his fans. It was like he could feel you getting further away from him, could feel the distance festering in his soul. 

As he sang the last encore, he had come up with a number of ideas, ways to track you down if you did manage to get away from him tonight. 

Once the last note played and they started to leave the stage, Seungcheol walked until he was out of sight of his fans, the proceeded to run to his dressing room, where hopefully you would be waiting with his manager. 

Disappointment and defeat coated his veins as he opened the door, the emptiness in his soul prominent as the room was empty from what he could only imagine would be your inevitable warmth. 

“I’m sorry, Seungcheol, they were driving out of the parking lot by the time we managed to get into the lot. One of the security team did manage to get their license plate number so we have that written down.” His faithful manager spoke sincerely, not wanting to upset Seungcheol more than he probably already was. 

Everyone was throwing out suggestions, some of the members even going to action as they tried to see if they could access ticket information from the stadium itself. Seungcheol remained quiet though, determination flowing through him as he followed along with Mingyu, calling their company and the stadium head to see what they could do. 

One way or another, he would find his soul glow.