#but they're very beautiful and feel very sturdy!!

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

THE WAYFARERS by Becky Chambers. This is one of my all-time fave go-to fluffy comfort series (with just enough heart crimes to keep things intense), and therefore is also my first ever Illumicrate order. I am Weak™ for painted edges.

[irndad]

walter- s.r.

a/n: can be read as a stand alone!! but this is in the same universe as "in every other life", when they're still in the pining phase, if you want to see them end up together read that one!

“Your middle name is Walter?”

She’s grinning like the Cheshire cat, a grand grin spread across her lovely features. Spencer in both equal measures embarrassed by her question and charmed by her disposition. 

She’s beautiful today, dressed smartly and her dainty fingers almost brush his on his desk as she stands over him. He can smell her perfume, sweet and pleasant. He wants to hold her hand. 

“Who told you that?” He ask, trepidation seeped in his tone. 

“Walter?”

Shame licks at his spine, a familiar sense of embarrassment and rejection looming. He liked his name fine- his mother often would tell him that it’s a sturdy, honest name. He liked it because his mother had liked it, but Spencer he is under no illusion that it Spencer Walter Reid is a particularly attractive name. 

He does like how she says his name, though. 

There’s ways she says it. When she’s at work, she always asks him questions punctuated by his name. What do you think is right, Spencer? What do you think, Spencer? 

It’s lovely to be acknowledged. She has so much intentionality, her doe eyes trained on his with fondness and something like respect. Sometimes, he imagines that she likes him. How he likes her. 

They spend Friday nights together sometimes, when she said that she’s been working through a Doctor Who rewatch- 

“Morgan must have told you,” he muses, fond despite his insecurity. She looks like she’s found out a secret about him, like there’s some conspiracy that has now lost, and now she knows his middle name. 

“It’s cute!” 

Cute is not dreamy- it’s not the romance novel cover that she left on her desk one time (which she’d be mortified if she knew he’d seen) and cute is certainly not boyfriend material. Not that he has a shot at that, but still- he’d like to be an option. 

Spencer juts out his bottom lip in a pout he can’t control. 

“It’s not cute! It’s a very masculine name. I believe its origin is in Olde English.”

“Spencer,” she says, and leans down to his level, and she’s so close to him. SHe’s been this close before- hazy nights under the light of his cheap lamp, when she’s fallen asleep on his couch. He’s not sure she’s told anyone about those nights, about the moments where time slips into the ether and becomes something else entirely. 

“Spencer Walter Reid,” she says, pausing with intention on every piece of his name. He’s never liked it this much, his name. She’s leaning in at the office, which means that she probably won’t kiss him, but he thinks about it. She’s never kissed him before- they’re friends, he needs to remember that. It’s hard to sometimes.  He tries not to stare at her lips. “Your name is just the tip of the iceberg of things that are adorable about you.”

He feels himself involuntarily flush a bright red. It’s not enough to be adorable to her- he’d like to be attractive, like to be the thing she pictures at night when she’s scared of the dark. He wants to be her solace, the person she find comfort- light, love in. 

Adorable is good too, though. He’ll take what he can get. 

[starrierknight]

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

pairing— dom!gn!reader x sub!getou wc— 2.1k cws/tags— established relationship, AFAB!reader, praise kink, fingering, thigh jobs, underwear stealing & m!masturbation, mirror sex, (unprotected) p -> v, various positions, edging, voyeurism, oral (reader & character receiving), free use, toys, restraints (shibari)

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐀 is for 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 (what they’re like after sex)

Suguru likes to be pampered, and he likes to shower you with as much praise and reassurance as he can, even if his throat is a little raw.

He likes to cuddle and admire you immediately after, but he finds it difficult to be totally comfortable until both of you have bathed, eaten, and rehydrated. For Suguru, aftercare is as much as a ritual as sex is. He needs to see that you're taking care of yourself, that you're taking care of him, that you're being kind to yourself, that you're being kind to him.

It's very give and take—very, "I'll wash your back because I know you'll wash mine." Speaking of which, he likes taking a long soak in a hot bath with you as a form of aftercare. The skin-to-skin contact, the intimacy, and the routine appeal to him. He wants to count on you.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐁 is for 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

𝐇𝐈𝐒: hands

Suguru's hands, in his eyes, have much to do with him as a human being. They're strong, sturdy, large, capable—he knows that if you permit him to lay his hands on you, he can be good to you. He loves the way his long, thick fingers look as they rhythmically bury and retract themselves from inside you, the way you moan and clench around him while whispering praise through clenched teeth.

That being said, he discovered that he has come to like the way his hands shake and tremble when you bring him to bliss, the way a few veins bulge as he grips he bedsheets or your hair. He never considered that he might enjoy this side of himself, but you seem to see the beauty in it... So, why shouldn't he?

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: thighs

He can't help but love the way your thighs tremble when they are wrapped around his waist your his head when you're about to cum, knowing that he's doing well for you. The feeling if being wanted so viscerally by your body that it shudders is a reward, in his eyes.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐂 is for 𝐂𝐔𝐌 (anything to do with cum, basically)

Suguru loves to fuck your thighs. He loves the knowledge that he just so close to your pussy, to feeling you from the inside, and yet not quite there. It feels so good to tease himself and you, to watch how your eyes light up as his hips stutter and his fingers dig into the softness of your body.

And then finally, that sweet moment afterwards when his cum soaks the innermost softness of your thighs, and you're all his. Like his own, personal trophy—a testament to how much he wants you. That you're all messy, just because of him.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐃 is for 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Suguru steals your underwear, and he'd sooner die than admit it—regardless of whether you catch him in the act or not.

There's something attractive to him about how taboo it is that intrigues him, and that's why it begins. He had heard that some people stole their partner's underwear and never really thought too much about it until he gave it a try.

And then one afternoon, when you're not there, he wraps the softness of the then material around his cock and strokes. He imagines you wearing it, how it's been so close to you for such an extended period, rubbing against you so intimately, how it smells like you... And he cums so much faster than he usually would.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐄 is for 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced. Knows what he likes and what he expects, and he expects you to be as up-front with needs as he is.

Suguru was (canonically) popular in high school, even more so than Gojo was, so he definitely knows his way around the human body.

That being said, he has less experience with toys, other than vibrators. He's willing to learn if you'd teach him more, though. He's definitely curious.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐅 is for 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (this goes without saying)

Suguru is relaxed when it comes to different positions, so long as he can hold eye contact with you.

That being said, he really does love when you both fuck in front of a mirror and force him to watch it all happen. The added angle, the new perspective of how you ruin him so deliciously has him needy on a whole new level.

Roughly grabbing his chin to make him watch, or slowly coaxing him to see with sweet nothings—there's just something about having to confront his desperation for you that makes him moan just that little bit louder.

Honourable mention: cowgirl. He likes when he can feel the weight of you pressed against him and he can clearly see your face. The way he can hear your breathing pick up, and your hands scratching his shoulders.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐆 is for 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐘 (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? e.t.c.)

As it goes, Suguru is so focused on the moment that he isn't really inclined to make jokes or get the giggles. He takes his role in making you feel good seriously, and not much breaks his concentration. He'll save anything funny he thinks of to mumble to you during aftercare when he's half-asleep.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐇 is for 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? e.t.c.)

It matches. He's more inclined to grow out his pubes, but sometimes he'll just feel like shaving them for the hell of it. If you have any particular preference, then he'll make an effort to go with that most of the time. He's easygoing.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐈 is for 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Suguru wants to feel you everywhere, he can't get you close enough. He could kiss you more, touch you more, feel you more. He can't keep his hands to himself, caressing every inch of you he can reach, mumbling praise that gets increasingly incoherent the more he moans your name.

He would always have the intimacy over mindless sex. So, with this in mind, he does not do 'casual' well. Hook-ups feel unnatural. Sure, they satisfy that craving like you'd scratch an itch, but that's it. He wants to feel connected, he's searching for connection in every crevice of your body, whether he wants to or not. Suguru just can't bring himself to leave.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐉 is for 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅 (masturbation headcanon)

It's already been mentioned that he's an underwear thief, so let's expand.

Suguru cums too fast when he's got the soft cotton wrapped around his dick, his hips instinctively pushing into his fist and oh, God, it feels too good and he's made such a mess. His cum drips down his palm, sticky and wasted on the fabric, darkening the cloth and he's ashamed. How has it got to this point? He can't let it happen again.

But then it happens again—he's not the kind of man to learn his lesson the first time. He cums too fast, he regrets it, he wants to be inside you, he wants to hide from himself.

Again.

He shows more restraint, he barely lets the cotton or the lace brush against the leaking head of his cock, straining and weeping and so needy. He's good this time. Suguru is doing this for you. He knows you'd never let him cum so quickly. So he edges himself, gingerly curling his fingers around the length of it, his free hand caressing his chest as he slowly, slowly, slowly loses himself to you. But you're not there.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐊 is for 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 (one or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism. There's something about you existing freely, unaware of his gaze on you, in your natural state, that fascinates him. Suguru can't look away, not that he even wants to. It doesn't cross his mind.

But you do.

What are you thinking? He wants to know.

Suguru sees you and he wants to walk around in your mind, picking up each thought like an exhibit in a museum. He's watched you so much he can discern what subtlest of micro-expressions mean. It's only a matter of time before your thoughts orbit back to him, and then he'll be there, all smiles, all lips, all tongue. All you.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐋 is for 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere you won't be interrupted.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐌 is for 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (what turns them on, gets them going)

Suguru is the kind if guy to offer help and be reliable, and he's used to being there for others. The moment that you, unprompted, step up and help him with a task that he could do himself, he wants to give you the world. Because you thought of him.

You saw him, you thought of him, and the idea that he could be on your mind, you choose to do this for him, and now he'll give you the world. Or head.

He'll definitely give you head.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐍 is for 𝐍𝐎 (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unsanitary, excessive pain play (he's not up for getting a black eye) & spanking you, being suspended in the air, and orgies.

More specifically, Suguru gets turned off when his partner is obsessed with their own performance to the point where they seek constant validation. He dishes out praise with no problems, his reactions speak for themselves—if he feels good, he'll let you know. You need to trust yourself as much as he trusts you.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐎 is for 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 (preference in giving or receiving, skill, e.t.c.)

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆: <- his preference

Suguru won't be rushed, he needs to have you as a whole, and just a taste won't do. Pious ministrations between your thighs that leave you gasping, keening out his name because you can't do anything else.

That's it, just keep your eyes on him, your mind on him. He's all yours, all you've ever wanted. Strong hands that grip your hips, urging you to press harder—begging you to indulge in the same hunger as him. Or maybe it's a thirst.

He licks his lips and savours each drop of you enough that it might be a thirst, but who knows? He'll have you raw.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆:

Moans and squirms away from you, good luck holding him down—he's strong. His face flushes with embarrassment. He doesn't know where to put his hands—your hair, your face—do you even want his hands on you? Will you punish him for it? Suguru loves you, it feels good, but he needs to be where you are.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐏 is for 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? e.t.c.)

The man oozes sensuality, regardless of pace, though do take your time with him.

Like, when you've got that look in your eyes, that desperate thirst to touch more than just his body—that's what drives him wild. Feeling wanted. Being wanted. It makes him want you just that much more, too.

Just hearing those quiet little gasps as he touches you in just the right place that drives him wild. Seeing your head tilted back as you close your eyes in pleasure, breath ragged and skin flushed—everything is worship if you're devoted enough.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐐 is for 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 (their opinions on quickies, how often, e.t.c.)

Quick and easy, no fuss, but low on his list of preferences. Prefers longer sessions where he can explore his partner and savour their reactions.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐑 is for 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? e.t.c.)

Yeah, he may or may not have, you know, massacred a village. However, he was just in a silly goofy mood. But not for sex. He's a fan of routine, and is slow to adjust to new changes. If you suggest something, be ready to explain in great detail why you like it.

(He may be playing dumb just so he can hear you explain why it turns you on.)

(He wants to hear what you'd do to him.)

(Won't you tell him?)

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐒 is for 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends. How long can you last?

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐓 is for 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Suguru is a big fan of vibrators, but particularly if you decide to use a bullet vibrator on him. If you feel like using toys on yourself, he's keen on touching you so he can feel your body tremble.

Paradoxically, he's a big fan of ropes (shibari) and being tied up. It's artful, it's vulnerable, and he's at your mercy. He can't get enough of it.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐔 is for 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 (how much they like to tease)

He takes it as a challenge to see how much teasing you can take before you cave in and fuck him. Every time.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐕 is for 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 (how loud they are, what sounds they make, e.t.c.)

Gasping out your name, loud groans when he tries to hold back from cumming too quickly, and breathy pleas and moans for you are very common. He talks as much as he can throughout it, letting you know how he's feeling and checking in to see how you are. So much praise, he'll do anything to spur you on.

Not loud enough to wake up a house, but loud enough to hear from the next room—if you live in an apartment building, then let's hope the neighbours are away often.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐖 is for 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 (a random headcanon for the character)

Free use. The trust of being freely available to you turns him on, it keeps him guessing, and the edge of unexpectedness because he'll be left wondering if he's on your mind. Suguru—for all the strength he possesses—is weak for that: you wanting him, and seeing you become desperate for him.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐗 is for 𝐗-𝐑𝐀𝐘 (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇: #BE9E8A 𝐓𝐈𝐏: #E5BDBD

Fully hard, he's 6.3 inches long (16cm) and 4.7 inches thick (11.9cm).

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐘 is for 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 (how high is their sex drive?)

It fluctuates, some days he can want to have sex multiple times a day, and other times it just won't be there at all.

⋆ ˚｡★ 𝐙 is for 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it were possible/hygienic, Suguru would fall asleep immediately. Still, after the whole aftercare ritual has finished and you've both cleaned up and unwinded, he'll cuddle up to you.

While he's quickly falling asleep, he might murmur a few funny things that crossed his mind while you both fucked. Good luck trying to discern what he's saying, though! He won't repeat it and he'll deny it if you ask him later. Spoilsport.

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[bhaalsdeepbat]

Hellspawn idea that hit me like a religious vision

Astarion can't stop thinking of the color of this flower Karlach found during one of the more idyllic moments of traveling to Baldur's Gate, and it should have been such an inconsequential moment. It was just a flower. But the delight burning in the embers of her mirthful eyes just sticks with him. And it's mostly annoying how happy she is about everything, but he also can't hold it against her when she, too, is adjusting to sudden, newfound freedom, and hers is much more limited than his.

And it isn't even a romantic moment or anything, right? Karlach just sees it on the edge of where the last bit of life was able to grow between the Shadow Curse and the land beyond it. She's STOKED. Bellowing in that way she does about this flower. She just takes a moment to enjoy it, then moves on. Doesn't pick it. Doesn't touch it. Just moves on with her day.

but this moment sticks with him and he thinks about it when they're curled together under the stars that night, his body fitting against the curve of hers, his cold weight soaking up every bit of warmth her overheated body will give him, and her arms are SO strong, but so gentle in the way she holds him.

The immortal forced to reckon with mortality bc this woman, who truly believe deserves a much better lot in life, only has a finite amount of time to appreciate the flowers and the sunrise and just. everything.

He'll still be able to live his life from the shadows and find beauty in the darkness, but Karlach?

He can see her death coming on the horizon and there's so much he actually wants to do, now that they're trying to make things real. and he just. is feeling the pressure bc he did waste time trying to get Karlach into a position to protect him and he'll forever feel bad about it (but not say anything bc that's his burden to carry).

So the immortal keeps thinking about this flower and what Karlach would look like adorned in beautifully crafted items accented in blue: gilded chains and cuffs adorning her hair and horns, sturdy leather dyed and stamped, fine silk embroidered with expensive floss, of all the nice things he wishes she could experience - because he promised her new experiences once they returned - and just.

When everyone's sleeping, he just spends that time sneakily embroidering this doublet he stole from a vendor the moment they entered the city. He's working against time, too, cus this is a gift he HAS to give her before her time is up. So, his skilled fingers move quickly, embroidering this black doublet with the most beautiful embroidery done mostly in blue, but accented with red, orange, and yellow.

He's almost done when Karlach tells him one night that she thinks she doesn't have much longer. Her heart is in overdrive and she can feel her body beginning to give out, to fail her when freedom was so close she could taste it. and it isn't fair. Astarion is SO angry at the world and at the Gods because he FINALLY has someone and. Time is running out. he feels even more powerless here because it really is just up to Karlach and whether she wants to keep going or not. He tries to talk to her about it, but usually they just end up fighting because they're both stubborn.

So, he avoids the conversation, mostly. Just tries to pretend the end isn't peeking over the horizon.

He doesn't give her the doublet right away. He doesn't want that finality, to give it to her and to know this may very well be the last time he gets to give her something he put his time into for her like this. and he has other gifts for her. a new owlbear to go with clive (even if he thinks that's juvenile, but he's not going to judge....well. he will, but not as much as if it were Gale who still had his stuffies). but he just. cannot bring himself give her this doublet bc he knows it's the first and last time she'll be adorned in something that he put together for her. the embroidered doublet is his labor of love, and the man does NOT like to labor.

embroidering isn't even necessarily his favorite thing to do, it's just one of his skills he actually has. he lacks self-confidence when it comes to what qualities he thinks he has that make him worthy of a relationship, but he can make sure his partners' clothes are mended and presentable.

When he finally gives it to her, it's after they take down Gortash. Karlach spends that very night alone, and Astarion cannot take it. He hasn't spent a single night away from Karlach since before they arrived at the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and now they're literally counting the days until they're taken from one another. He's big mad, seething, but very respectful to her bc he understands. he's not mat at HER, he's mad at everyone that took everything they could from her.

That's the first night he actually sits down and starts coming up with a plan. And it's a genuinely good one, but it's the first good one he's had in almost two-centuries. This is when he comes up with how he wants to convince Karlach to let him go to Avernus with her. He's not ready to let go and he is willing to murder his way through the Hells with her if he gets to see her smile about inconsequential things again.

He gives her the doublet the night before they plan to head for the Morphic Pool. They know it may be their last night together, so after a group meal, when everyone is winding down to turn in for the night, they make their way up to the roof of the tavern. They sit beneath the stars, side by side, but they're just sitting and refusing to look at one another.

Karlach is unusually still and silent. She's exhausted. Astarion swears she had his undead heart beating again, but seeing her like that had it stop cold in his chest. He tries to break the silence, to cut off his own thoughts so he doesn't spiral into despair thinking of the unknown, but just ends up reaching out to take her hand.

She's hot to the touch. He can feel that her temperature IS increasing and just. imagining what she's feeling and how she's been pent up this entire trip. like no fucking release from the pressure of this shitty heart that only does its job in the right environment.

She's the one who breaks it first. to thank him for his company. to tell him that he was a little fucking SHIT when she first met him, but she always could see something good behind the veneer of mischief hiding the fear in his piercing eyes. but she loves him and she's so, so happy to have been given a chance to love someone, to touch them freely, to feel loved in return. it was something she was missing in the last 10 years of the loneliness of being simple cannon fodder in an endless war.

and she doesn't want to talk abt this. she had been avoiding it, took him on their date to pretend like he wasn't doomed to be left alone in his eternity. And neither of them even MENTION the elephant in the room. like they're both talking circles around what's going to happen, but they're being honest about the feelings they have for one another. like the only thing they even voice concern for is not being able to take out the Absolute.

Under the stars, accompanied by declarations of love spilling from their lips, Astarion produces the doublet. Karlach is just ecstatic that she received a gift, but when she realizes HE embroidered it, she's just kinda like.

This is. the most beautiful gift i've ever received, fangs.

and her calloused fingers, fingers that had seen more war and death than anyone her age should have to, gently touch the floss, follow the design, and she realizes the particular shades of orange, red, and yellow are in her eyes, in her body, in her chest, all complimented by the blue thread he used as the main color of the design.

It's a design made of the sun, moon, and stars, trailing up the front, across the broad shoulders, and down the back yoke.

she's his sun. She's the gentle warmth of the sun's rays comforting him when he would rather recede to the shadows and fall back on old habits. she's his moon and his stars, his guiding light when everything seems like it may crash down and suffocate him. She's everything good in this world if you look for it. She's proof that you can be put through shit and still come out a decent person.

Karlach does cry, but it's nothing dramatic. It's a few tears, her own stomach and chest twisting with an overwhelming sense of loss and yearning; the loss of time when her light inevitably extinguishes and a deep yearning to stay. it's in direct opposition to her desire to die in the place she loves simply so she can keep living this life with the man she loves.

She puts the doublet on, wearing it that night while he cuddled against her side. They held each other beneath the stars, until it was time for Karlach to get some rest for the upcoming battle. Astarion spends that entire night just watching her, playing with her hair, getting every last touch he can, then makes a vow that he WILL save Karlach, just as she saved him.

[sumarak]

I really enjoyed the new episode! rambling first impressions below:

I like how when Max is opening up he does it very monotone, mater-of-fact and kind of struggles through it, I see that as a natural progression for someone very new to expressing their discomfort. I also like how they dealt with Max's aversion to change immediately as opposed to dragging it into a whole arc because the previous season already dealt a lot with that aspect of his character. like he still has a tendency to regress but he's better at managing it. speaking of, I like how all the lessons about growing into a better more open person last summer have a legitimate effect on him and he didn't just revert. I like that you still get to see how the camp is a safe space for him, and how he struggles outside of it. I like how they didn't show him doing the gymnastics because it is simply something the audience is not supposed to witness. (and David being proud of him but not crowding him for it)

I like how Nikkie didn't realise why no dinner for anyone is bad and has to take social cues from Max and Neil. I love how her friend's moods still very much affect hers, she and Max are essentially having parallel fears -> he fears he hasn't changed and is thus behind, she fears that being different will lead to her being left behind. I like how when she hugs him he reciprocates with one sturdy tap, it's such a small action but for Max that is an unprecedented amount of affection. Neil trying to have "a thing" was also really fucking funny to me. even funnier that no one reacted to it in the slightest. I like Nerf leaning more into pop-therapy speak direction, it was already there in previous seasons and it's a great way to expand. Nerris multiclassing is real and beautiful. (i didn't understand the joke CJ made about that when he said "is that THEIR word" if someone can fill me in on that) . I like that they're setting up a clear arc for Ered as well.

CJ is going to be a fucking menace I can tell. I'm glad Gwen is back too but her being gone? and then coming back at the end was confusing tbh idk what they were trying to accomplish with that.

and lastly, the animation was noticeably better and I liked it a lot. i think they overused the dutch angles with Max a little bit other then that it was beautiful. my favorite jokes were for sure the visual ones.

it for sure has a season 1 vibe again, where it feels like a new chapter and like they're figuring out the dynamics vibes and pacing all over again. it was a decent episode and made me excited to see what's going to happen in the rest of the season but it didn't blow me away or anything.

(also the whole season being behind a paywall sucks ass i feel like the majority of the fandom is going to pirate that shit)

[dwarf-hat-enjoyer]

🌼Favorite Flowers🌼 (Bachelors' V.)

synopsis: Favorite flowers of all six Stardew bachelors! No farmer mentioned, headcanons. SFW.

w.c.: 1.2k words!

content warnings: None!

A.N.: shoutout to @jellyaris for inspo on the Shane section! Hope everyone enjoys these little snippety snippets...Suuure, some of these headcanons kind of diverge from canon (yeah, yeah. Alex is neutral to dandelions ingame. Sue me, LOL.) But who cares, it's Tumblr! Might make a bachelorettes' version too.

Alex

He's a simple man with simple tastes. DANDELIONS suit him well! He has fond memories of picking dandelions with his mother and blowing the seeds away, and even vaguely remembers how to make flower chains out of them. Of course, he could never get them as neat as hers, but Granny Evelyn still asks for his help when making crowns for the Flower Dance. Apart of him wonders why they have to use nicer-looking flowers for the formal crowns when dandelions work just fine. They're sturdy yet flexible- not nearly as fragile as the more 'beautiful' flowers, and as an athlete, he can admire that about them.

On a deeper level, there are many similarities to be found between Alex and his favorite flower. First impressions can be deceiving- just like most people think of dandelions as pests, Alex can come on a bit strong and even arrogant. But looking beneath the surface, they both share the same physical and mental will to push forward and survive in even the most difficult circumstances. They both go through drastic changes as well. Just as the bright and spiky bloom of a dandelion becomes softer and more delicate, Alex's spirit softens too. His own changes, though, won't float away on the wind anytime soon :P

Elliott

As obvious as it would be to say red roses, SNAPDRAGONS would be his favorites instead! As much as he is a romantic, he's just as much a daydreamer, and snapdragons would provide his imagination with ample opportunity to run wild, both with their fantastical name and lush, delicate appearance. They remind him of adventures in far-off lands, harkening reveries of ancient castles filled with wondrous secrets and the brave heroes set out to uncover them. He's a homebody at heart, but nothing is stopping him from holing up in his cabin and writing about any of it! (Or, well, fantasizing about writing about it, in most cases. <3)

But just as established, he's a romantic. Elliott is definitely well-versed in the language of flowers, and the meaning behind snapdragons in particular hardly eludes him. They symbolize grace, earnestness and strength under pressure, but are also known to represent something less than well-intentioned. Emulating the former qualities is something Elliott has done effortlessly, but in a way, the last one entices him the most. To create something beautiful, strong and mysterious; something that draws one in and sparks love and fear and longing for an endless more- isn't that what every writer wants? What every writer dreams of?

Harvey

A little like Elliott in this regard, Harvey is the sentimental type. FORGET-ME-NOTS hold a special place in his heart. It's a simple flower in appearance with an almost childlike name, but he likes them just the same. Maybe it's because of those traits that he does- they remind him of the carefree days he's missed out on, since moving to the valley. On top of his doctoral duties, he's a very lonely person overall. Forget-Me-Nots, with their hopeful pale blue, almost cheer him up to see on days where he feels less like a member of the community and more like a robot with a stethoscope and scrubs.

It's also their name that connects with him in a way...Forget-Me-Not. On top of the way they look, they cheer him up with that name. On the rare instance that the flower comes up in conversation, he jokes that the person who named it must've had terrible memory, as cheesy as it sounds. But all jokes aside, it's comforting to him that a flower otherwise unremarkable would have a name that insists to the listening ear that it shouldn't be forgotten. Almost inspiring, even. It makes him feel as if one day, he won't be another face-in-the-crowd. Somebody important, though to whom in particular...? Well, time will tell!

Sam

For Sam, it's DAISIES all the way! He constantly flip-flops between spring and summer as his favorite seasons, but daisies give him the best of both worlds. Seeing them dotting the fields in the warmer months always brings a smile to his face. Whether or not he's close with him, Sam definitely got Alex to teach him how to make flower chains one late spring...Of course, Alex may or may not have been mildly jealous of how easily Sam picked up on the skill, but when spending time together outside, Sam's restless hands sometimes find themselves picking daisies from the grass while Abigail and Sebastian chat and bicker and making the both of them bracelets!

When he still lived in the city with his mother, father and a much younger Vincent, he'd sometimes see them poking out of cracks in the sidewalk. While they weren't as common as dandelions, they still always caught his attention. While Jodi chatted aimlessly with her fellow PTA moms outside one of the countless Zuzu City JojaMarts, he'd busy himself, plucking daisies and dandelions from whatever nooks and crannies he could find and playing with them however he wanted. Back then, he didn't think much of it, but he looks at those times with almost a fond nostalgia. Things changed, but that doesn't mean it all has to be sad, right?

Sebastian

He doesn't think about this sort of thing very often, being the lovable terminally-online dork that he is. But if you ask, Sebastian's favorite flower would have to be BLACK TULIPS. It's not a very deep answer, really. Sure, tulips are more of a spring flower, but he finds the pitch purple color to be one of the more interesting colors that plants can have. They stick out among the cheerier colors that most other breeds of tulips display- the goths of their genus, if you will, and that's small part of why he likes them!

He entertained the idea of gardening, at one point, even prior to the farmer's arrival. Though he plans to move out eventually, he thought it would be a good way to get outside and get some exercise, though it wasn't ever really anything he thought to commit to. Though, he does chat with Evelyn on occasion- their shared affinity for tulips and his occasional fantasy of maintaining a small garden has ended up providing a lot more conversation than he's used to, or even expected! Even if most people see him as an asocial shut-in, it's comforting for him to recognize his softer side.

Shane

Look at him. All gruff and mean. His favorite flower is probably a thistle of some sort, or something poisonous. All things considered, his favorite flowers are FAIRY ROSES. Don't give him that look- it's just because Jas likes them so much! Seeing the way she lights up when she sees them is contagious for this gold-hearted curmudgeon. She'd spent two entire weeks planning out a one-woman recital for him and Marnie once, and when he handed her a little JojaMart bouquet of them afterwards...Well, the look on her face made the price tag worth it. Although, her excited squeal did leave his ears ringing for the rest of the evening.

The flowers are native to the valley, too...Sometimes, he feels as if he doesn't belong. Why would he? It's not as if he was born there or has any particularly close friends. If Pelican Town was a garden, he'd just be a weed. But Jas seems to have taken like a duck to water, although she's still shy as ever. Shane can be self-defeating and pessimistic at times, but he's not made of stone. He's grateful that she's in a place where she can flourish, just like the fairy roses she adores so much.

~FIN~

[balkanradfem]

So I decided to learn to knit! I've never before found a way to ethically and cheaply get yarn. I found a little ball of yarn outside at some point, as one does, and saved it, but beyond that I didn't have any other tools. Then I saw a video showing how you can take a thrifted machine-knit sweater, and undo it back into yarn, and then just knit with that. Incredible, since I have a full box of old sweaters, I just need to figure out which ones are easily undone.

So I grabbed my little ball of found yarn, and then I needed some needles. I looked up what I could use instead, and found there's plenty of alternatives; pencils, chopsticks, wooden sticks for barbecue. Looking around my room I realized I had some very long paintbrushes; I tried to use them, and immediately realized they need to have a pointy end. I grabbed a pencil sharpener and sharpened them; only this made them very rough and splintered. I needed to sand them down, but I had no sandpaper, and then I remembered that recently someone gave me a flat tool that removes dry skin from feet. I sanded them down with that, and it actually worked, they worked perfectly like knitting needles. They're even the same size.

The knitters probably already know this, but if you start knitting for the first time, especially if it's winter and you're under a blanket, some ancient human instinct will activate and you will feel that you are doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing and everything is well and right with the world. Creating fabric is a powerful thing to do, in a society where everyone needs fabric to stay alive, and go outside, and I like having this power to myself.

I found out there are two basic types of stitches; knit stitch, and purl stitch. I liked the knit stitch better, on the basis that purl stitch had 'bad vibes'.

It knew before that most fabric will be woven, or knitted, or in some cases, crochet, so I got little curious, and studied each layer of clothing on me, and every single item of clothing was knit, and it was all a purl stitch. I got fascinated by this, wondering if this is true for most clothing, or if I just somehow prefer knit things on me because they're nice and stretchy. Looking into other fabrics, I could easily tell that all of the sheets, pillowcases and kitchen cloths were woven, and that they were much sturdier and less stretchy for it.

I looked at stuff in my closet, and found that I had a scarf, hat, and pants that were woven, but in very soft and warm fabric, and they were very sturdy and non-stretchy as well. I then wondered what was the logic behind it, and is there a traditional type of things that will be woven, that isn't just bedsheets and cloths?

I tried to find a video on youtube detailing that stuff, but no female-made video was found, so I'm now downloading several women-written audibooks on the topic of history of textiles. I think we should just take the power to make textiles back to us, because back when women were the maker of the cloth, it was just something we 'did out of the goodness of our hearts for our families' but it was also environmentally friendly, practical, sustainable and a beautiful, powerful craft. Now that m*n decided it's something to make money off, they created fast fashion, tons of waste and environmental damage, new types of slavery for workers, and the clothing isn't even practical anymore, it's made to fall apart.

So, back to my knitting, I have to say it's not happening very fast, I thought by the end of the day I would be done with that little ball of yarn and be able to tell how much fabric it can make, nope, did not happen, in fact I've been working on it two days and by this time I've barely made any progress. Apparently the 'purl stitch' is faster, well, I'm still refusing to do it. Boo purl stitch. The yarn I found outside is some of the worst quality yarn I've ever seen, not only it's different in thickness everywhere, but in some places there are 3-4 different threads distangled from each other, and it confused me so much while knitting that I kept adding stitches on the brush unnecessarily, until the entire thing could barely fit on one.

One thing that surprised me was how incredibly soft, stretchy and comfortable the fabric feels when made. I genuinely expected the fabric to be as horrifying as the yarn quality, nope, it's nice and comfy I absolutely love it.

There is a movement in online spaces for being mindful of environment when purchasing clothing, and making our own wardrobes, which is absolutely delightful; seeing people gain new respect and fascination for clothing, sewing and textile making, and then doing it themselves and becoming non-dependent on capitalism, it's the change the world needs. I didn't think I would try to join in, because I get so much discarded and unwanted clothing from others, I wouldn't need to buy any ever, but I did get fascinated by looms, natural fibers, and women doing all that work, that I can't resist trying it out.

[hms-tardimpala]

Ficbinding: the Cultivation series

Over the weekend I bound the Cultivation series by xxSparksxx.

The fic: The Hobbit, bagginshield, rated G and T, 25.8k The series is composed of Roots and the sequel Branches. Synopsis for Roots:

Here in Erebor, among the Dwarves who had reclaimed their home with blood and sweat, Bilbo could almost forget that he was a Hobbit of the Shire. He could almost forget that Hobbits were not as other beings of Middle-earth, and that a mountain devoid of rich plant life was not the place for one such as he.

The fics are set post Battle of the Five Armies. Thorin and his nephews survived, and Bilbo settled in the rebuilding Erebor, but it starts to affect his health in a dire way. In the second fic, a certain Frodo Baggins appears... These fics are incredibly well-written, they're about cultural differences a lot, and that's one of the things I like the most about Thorin and Bilbo. The secondary characters are great too, special mention to Tauriel. And I loved Bilbo in this story, and I have a really hard time finding versions of him I like in fics (even in the book and movies, tbh, I'm a more of a Thorin guy).

The bind: I'm continuing my foray into smaller books (smaller than an A6 format) with this. I chose green for the cover and bookmark and brown for the headbands to go with the nature theme of the story. As usual, no titles on my books.

Things I'm happy about:

the margins: I'm learning to use my guillotine well and this is the first book I'm very happy with regarding margins. I tend to cut too much and struggle to cut straight, but this is a beauty.

the well-rounded spine

the decorations at the beginning and end of the stories, and next to the page numbers

the typesetting in general, with the drop caps and fonts.

All the things I'm less happy about are linked to the material I used for the cover. It's too-thick pleather that's not made for bookbinding, so I can't make a crease near the spine with it, I can't make elegant corners, and other minor flaws. The thing is bookbinding materials are expensive, and I can't put too much money into what is ultimately a hobby, so I have to use my stock of cheap and not great materials first.

But I really like this one! It's sturdy and small and nice, and it'll make rereading this series very pleasant.

Feel free to ask me about materials and fonts, it won't bother me at all to tell you what I used, but I'm too lazy rn to write it in this post that's long enough already.

[cherrythepuppet]

Corpse puppet [Part 11]

ehshshrbauska can't believe I've made it this far ha ha, Forgot to mentions (like 10 chapters ago-) but the Pronouns I use for (Y/n) are She/They, another [A/n]! All questions about Cherry I will answear at the end :) so don't worry dear @sketchquill

After cherry had finished throwing books at (Y/n) (after frank left so he wouldn't yell at her) she then disappeared from the tower, Cherry looked around town for Wally and found him sitting on a stool to a piano

"Maybe they're right...Maybe we are too different" He mumbled "Maybe they should have their head examined" Cherry said "l could do it!" Home exclaimed 

"Or perhaps They do belong with him....Little Mr Living With his rosy cheeks and beating heart" Wally grumbled "Oh, those guys are ten a penny! You've got so much more!" Cherry exclaimed 

"You've got- You've got-...." home trailed off "You've got a wonderful personality" Cherry told him

"What does that wispy little brat have That you don't have double?" Home asked "he can't hold a candle To the beauty of your smile" Cherry said

"How about a pulse?" Wally asked as he turned away from the two "Overrated by a mile" home muttered "Overvalued, Overblown!" He added

"If They only knew The you that we know" Cherry said "And that silly little creature isn't wearing Their ring" Cherry grinned "And I bet he doesn't play piano Or dance, or sing" home said 

"No, he doesn't compare!" Cherry exclaimed "But he still breathes air" Wally said "Well Who cares?" Home asked

"Unimportant, Overrated, Overblown" He said "If only They could see How special you can be! If they only knew The you that we know!" Both Cherry and home exclaimed 

"If I touch a burning candle...I can feel no pain If you cut me with a knife It's still the same And I know his heart is beating And I know that I am dead Yet the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it's not real And it seems that I still have A tears to shed" Wally mumbled 

"The sole redeeming feature From that little creature Is that he's alive" home said "Overrated, Overblown" he added

"Everybody knows That's just a temporary state Which is cured very quickly When we meet our fate" Cherry told them "Who cares?" Wally asked

"If only They could see How special you can be! If They only knew The you that we know" Both home and Cherry exclaimed 

"In the ice or in the sun It's all the same Yet I feel my heart is aching Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking And the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it's not real I know that I am dead Yet it seems that I still have Some tears to shed" Wally mumbled as he started crying again 

"Want me to go throw more books at (Y/n)?" Cherry asked and Home gave her a 'Really?' Look 

~

"lt's true, Mother! (Y/n) is married to a dead man! l saw him! A corpse! Standing right here with (Y/n)!" Howdy yelled

"(Y/n) was in your room?" Lord piller asked "l have to help her" Howdy said "Come sit in your chair, dearie...You're shaking like a leaf" The maid said as she grabbed a blanket 

"he's completely mad!" Lady piller mumbled "We dont have time for this" She mumbled "Just...go to bed" She told him "But mother-" Howdy was cut off "ENOUGH!" Lady piller yelled as she, lord piller and the maid all left

As soon as they left Howdy grabbed some blankets and sewn them together to make sure they were sturdy, once that was done he had grabbed a coat and threw the blankets off the balcony 

He climbed down but as he was climbing the blanket ripped and he fell to the ground, He quickly got up and ran to the church

"What in heaven's name? Who could that be at this hour?" Pastor Kermit asked as he opened the church doors and saw Howdy "Mr Piller! What are you doing here? You should be at home prostrate with grief" the pastor said

"Pastor Kermit!, l have to ask you something" Howdy told him "This is most irregular" Pastor Kermit mumbled  "Please, l beg of you! You are the only one in the village who knows of what awaits beyond the grave!" Howdy said

"A grim topic for a Groom-to-be" Pastor Kermit muttered as he stared at howdy "lt is a groom l fear! which is why l must know...Can the living marry the dead?" Howdy asked "What on earth are you speaking about?!" Pastor Kermit asked as he looked at Howdy as if he was crazy

"Please, it's (Y/n)! They're married to a corpse! They has a corpse Groom! There must be some way to undo what's been done!" Howdy told him

Pastor Kermit was silent for a moment "l believe l know the thing to do...Come with me" He said

Pastor Kermit brought Howdy back to his house and when he knocked on the door howdy's parents opened it

"Pastor Kermit? Howdy?" Lady piller asked "he's speaking in tongues! Of unholy alliances His mind has come undone, l fear!" Pastor Kermit told them "lt's not true! Let me go! Let me go!" Howdy yelled

"Thank you, Pastor Kermit Thank you so very much" lord piller said as he grabbed Howdy's arm and brought him inside "Take him to his room!" Lady Piller yeed

"No! l'm telling the truth! (Y/n) needs my help!" Howdy yelled as the maid brought him to his room

"Mother, Father, please!" He yelled "Seal the doors and bar the windows. See to it that he doesn't escape again!" Lady piller told them "They need our help! Oh, let me go! Let me go!" Howdy yelled as he thrown into his room and the door was locked

"When will the mortification cease?" Lady piller asked "lt will be years before we can show ourselves in public again!" She groaned "What shall we do?" Lady piller asked

"We shall continue as planned with or without (Wrong name)" lord piller said "(Y/n)" lady piller corrected "Whatever" lord piller mumbled 

"For that girl to toss aside a young man like howdy it's positively criminal! Why, if l had a man like your son on my arm l would lavish him with riches! befitting royalty" Julie said as she appeared behind a wall

"Your husband is a most fortunate man" lady piller mumbled "Alas, l am not married l was betrothed ages ago but tragedy snatched my young Groom away" julie told them

Lord and lady piller unlocked Howdy's door and opened it unaware by the fact that Howdy was trying to break open the door with a crowbar-

"Marvelous news Howdy! there'll be a wedding after all" lord piller exclaimed "You found her?" Howdy asked relieved "Make haste, my dear, our relatives will arrive at any moment. We must have you looking presentable for Miss Joyful" lady piller told him

Howdy froze "Lady Joyful?" He asked "She will make a fine wife!" Lady piller said "Aye. A fortuitous turn of events indeed A far better prospect this time" Lord piller mumbled 

"But l do not love her...You cannot make me do this!" Howdy yelled "We must" lady piller said "Please, l beg of you! There must be another way!" Howdy begged

"Without your marriage to Miss Joyful we shall be forced, penniless, into the street! We are destitute" lord piller told him "But (Y/n)-" Howdy started but was cut off 

"(Y/n) (L/n) is gone, child! You shall marry Miss Joyful tomorrow" lady piller told him.....

[raina-clipse423]

Cat Doki! (Pt 3)

Here's Monika Sayori and Natsuki!

*Feral sounds and pointing aggressively* HERRR!! It's cat Yuri~! :DD

She's a lynx point Siamese × Himalayan, her default is Himalayan, but get her comfy she turns into a Siamese lmao. She was the first one I made, and her warrior name basically came by me automatically especially after learning her name's etymology, and it's LilyPool!!

I also forgot to put extra descriptions of what fur markings they specifically have, Sayori is an agouti/ticked tabby, Natsuki is a spotted tabby!

(warriors info for those interested below the cut)

A reserved decipherer from ThunderClan. It's one of the rarest clan roles since a healer is usually capable of deciphering prophecies on their own, but not every healer can decipher their prophecies quickly–honestly most of them takes some time, but once LilyPool got given this responsibility, Thunderclan gets an up to date prophecy very quickly and they're able to maintain their clan quite well.

It's well known how timid she is, especially in clan gatherings where she stays somewhere, nervously shuffling her paws. She's often found observing many things be it a small animal or her surroundings, like her head is up there in the clouds. It must be this quite times she has that made her the smartest cat of the clan.

They'd say she has the wisdom and knowledge of an Elder–won't be helped that she spends time with them often, even if she doesn't have any duty in the Elders den–they'd come to her if an Elder wasn't being to helpful about something, then she chatters away. For quite a long period of time, until she catches herself then apologizes for talking too much.

LilyPool is considered the prettiest cat in all of Thunderclan for her elegant demeanor and silky long fur, and is also known to have the sharpest and most beautiful pearly claws. She always takes the time to clean them, she never fought and would resort to gently talking her way out of tension, and she doesn't hunt that often either–as she stays most of her time in the Healers den, so her claws would sparkle as she stretches then they catch the light of the sun or moon. They're quite long too to the point they stick out of her paws even if sheathed. She uses these sturdy claws to carve pictures from prophecies on trees and wood barks, or some other poetic things that some of her clanmates stop to admire every once in a while.

However, because of these claws, many outsiders who crosses paths with her by chance would bristle–how much would those claws hurt? Definitely 10 times the normal amount. So they'd turn away immediately, though in reality LilyPool was more afraid of them and she does feel bad very often, especially when this underweight looking kit carrying so many plants on her sprinted away, dropping some of it. She tried to tell her about it but that kit was scary fast. There was one outsider that wasn't afraid of her claws, showing off that she has as equally well cared claws on her too–and this she-cat was very clean and smelled a little strange. But she didn't stay long to chat and said she needed to go back to her... "House folks"? Before they get worried.

... what's a house folk?

[ghouljams]

I just saw your post about what plant/herb Witch and Price would be. I'm really curious on what you think the rest of the darlings and Fea!boys would be 💗.

Ghost is a Willow for sorrow and mourning, but also for the beauty of it. As a tree he's sturdy and recognizable, but also well loved. He could also be Gladiolus, which is meant to represent piercing the heart, a very literal take on the way he hunts.

Soap is a hydrangea, big and flashy, the Victorians used it as a symbol of pridefulness and being too focused on one's appearance. I also see it as a flower that's very changeable since the color is so dependent on the soil quality and the environment it's in.

Gaz is... monkshod. Which can both represent gallantry and also symbol that a deadly foe is near. He's a knight hiding a dagger in his boot. He's beautiful but deadly. Also hugely magical.

König would be... idk maybe fern? Fern is seen as a magical plant, it grows in wet areas but it's leaves are water resistant. It also feels the most natural to me. On the other hand he could be foxglove, unlucky if picked, housing fairies, deadly.... König is very versatile.

For the darlings:

Threat is a datura or devil's trumpet. Beautiful but extremely deadly. They lure you in with their charm and you never escape.

Love is a crocus, the first flower to break through winter's snow. Vibrant and cheerful, the first harbinger of spring. They represent cheerfulness and youthful glee.

Liebling is a clematis, which represents ingenuity and cleverness, but also consumes the things that it grows over. Clematis never fails to find its way up and over difficult terrain, it finds its hold and holds on tight.Liebling is very smart, and when she decides to hold on Konig she holds on TIGHT.

Sunny is a tulip, highly valued and sought after. Supposedly in floriography tulips were used as a declaration of love. Although tulips aren't the golden flower they used to be today, they're still incredibly well loved and carry that history with them. If anyone is going to know value when they see it, it's Gaz.

Crybaby is baby's breath, representative of innocence. Sort of a callback to the way they never should have been involved with the fae. They're an innocent in this that's gotten in too deep and can no longer get out.

[superconductivebean]

im here to yap about poppy x imelda (what i was put on this good planet to do) what do you think each of them finds the most attractive about the other? physically, emotionally & personality wise? i have my theories but i would LOOOOOVE to know yours <3

hmmmmmm we may call it then,

imelda x poppy headcanons - 3

Prolly a tw for graphic physical descriptions. Nothing sexual, just: scars, injures, and other things I think was logical for them to have.

To place it somewhere right away: my mc Julia's scar plays well in what Imaboutta share.

Physical:

Poppy looks… innocuous enough to suspect she has a very firm grip, a good amount of stamina, that she is very hard to tire down with long walks or other activities, not to mention Poppy has permanent skin discolourations, scars and other signs of working with beasts and creatures, plants and Herbology miscellanea. For Imelda, Poppy therefore is a reminder and a validation; a girl can look not just how she likes but also wear scars as a part of herself, a honeysuckle history mark left on her skin she shouldn't be afraid of. Imelda's quest for validation originates from the more conventionally or, no, another word: contemporary thinking people. To them, she somehow must look conventionally attractive and have no physical defect to herself. Otherwise, she's less… seen, less heard of, because people can't bear the thought of people being anything more than an embodiment of the whatever thing someone else has declared the beauty standard.

Anyone who deliberately abandons the idea of following the mob has her utmost attention. They're not living in the times when an open wear, however, but Hogwarts doesn't accommodate muggles. In Potions and Herbology students are encouraged to roll the sleeves up and doff robes; in Charms and DADA students get their clothing destroyed all the time; nobody remains in the day clothes at dorms. Yet, Imelda has side-eyes for how her arms look like, for example, and same goes to Poppy.

Imelda, as a Quidditch player, a chaser, has a sturdy build and she has her share of signs for once broken bones and skin torn open.

But she doesn't have quite the muscle mass; it is rather detrimental for Quidditch players to gain lots of it nor specifically train to acquire it, as they have to manoeuvre in the air and part of it lies in how they feel their own centre of mass, besides, the broom has its own not capacity but mind, if you will. Like on a horse, any change in mass of its rider will have it acclimatised for a while, even if it's short, it's still time. Which means, Quidditch players usually aren't deliberately shaping their bodies to a certain physique -- a detail often forgotten by the a-little-too-much aroused Quidditch public.

To Poppy it looks like Quidditch players are seemingly unaffected by the fulsome, if not downright filthy remarks. Poppy seeks this confidence about one's appearance, and Imelda seems a good teacher in how to let these comments slide. They can wear clothes with however much coverage they like but at the end of the day, nasty pieces of work with unsavoury made-up observations never shut up about how does one looks beneath it all -- nor they care for how much it starts to weigh on the mind with all these thoughts of "will she say anything after seeing that ugly mole?" or "how large that awful belly roll will grow, I need to change the diet" or "they're too big, no too small, no they're just atrociously looking pair" or -- you get the idea and it only get worse over time.

Their perception of each other creates a silly contrast of Imelda seeking something she thinks Poppy has while Poppy is all eyes for something Imelda simply must possess, and while they're at it, they don't realise they create these qualities to themselves by just admiring each other in a respectful -- and consensual -- manner.

I'll say, they thought a compliment or a validation like this absolutely couldn't sweep someone like her. THEY WERE VERY WRONG.

Sillies.

Emotionally:

They're both introverted, collected individuals but to each their own, passionate about things and respectful of each other needs in space and privacy. Imelda can be hot-heated, however, and Poppy can act surprisingly cold, it could lead to conflicts but would only last until they learnt why were they acting like that sometimes.

Imelda is open and feels free to tell what she thinks, but she may not necessarily mean anything, well, mean. That's how she was raised and although social interaction with poshhhh Slytherins had sanded her edges crudely, left places of her mind that splinter people on accident, she tries to work on it; which doesn't mean she will abandon being a little bit abrasive or brash.

She aims to be the person who says 'bitch' [affectionate] and if it'll irk people funnily, prompting their curiosity, she'll feel content.

Poppy, reserved and thoughtful, but also quite insightful, gradually helped her on her little quest on how to remain an outspoken girl. Because, well, one of the rare few quirks Poppy adopted from her parents was to be intimidatingly straightforward yet teasingly spleen with words.

Don't underestimate Poppy's sass, she has some wild lines in the game files, look, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN🤧🤧🤧:

There are so many things I'd rather do with my time.

Fight like you mean it or don't fight at all.

I shan't cower to you.

(laughs) Is this the first time you've held a wand?

May I suggest we not be here?

Oh goody. Undesirables.

That was brilliant! Do it again.

The music room is so disruptive with all those bells ringing again.

What are you doing here? Especially during the day.

Imelda has a thing for sassy people. She finds them similar to her and therefore she is sure they're able to tell when she's just herself and when she's actually mean anything other than what she wants to say.

Also, the House dynamics mention: idk who decided badgers are harmless, they quite literally eat snakes. Can not to mention that eagles can be as fierce and just chop off snake's head.

To conclude all this, their personalities are harmonious.

They are conversing, speaking, sharing things, all the time; problems and issues are never hidden and the fangs are never out; they've something -- or an illusion of it -- they crave to have, but it's not there, but instead of sighing and moving on, they grow into who they aspired to be or what they desired to have to themselves.

Their relationship is mutually beneficial I'll say; they're also very, mmmm, not clingy but affectionate people, cuddly, too.

Better together -- it's them.

P.S.

Brainrot: A song!

I've only the weirdest choices for the ship songs, but that one is also a choice for the narrative I sort of want each ship I have to adjust to.

It's a conversation. It's a deep yearning for connection and is only satiated after they start talking only to realise that feeling isn't going anywhere, that its magical fires aren't to be snuffed out; that it is the basis of the relationship, on so many levels, and something I might even call Fantasy for how rare I see of people doing just that -- talk.

To truly conclude the post, at why 'Echoes', David Gilmour's quote:

Echoes is a musical conversation between two people, Rick [Wright] and me. Sadly Rick is dead, and that's a conversation I can no longer have.

[kokitschi]

ok ok i know the 4th chapter is fucked up but. u gotta appreciate the way kokichi set this whole thing up. like, it's kind of beautiful, actually.

one thing kokichi repeats several times during the game is "the process of elimination" and that's exactly how this whole case is build up.

every domino piece has been set up so they could all perfectly fall over in the trial. and kokichis the one who did the pushing nonetheless.

like. look at it like this.

(aight uh so this unintentionally turned into a canon compliant fanfic...? don't ask me how that happened.)

you have made yourself isolated and generally disliked by most of the group for various reasons. you've already been stressing about the situation and then you (most likely) see something that just makes you freak out (the card key motive). so, you've admittedly become a bit erratic. there isn't really anyone to reel you in either.

your almost-ally is very doing worse than you though. she's clearly losing it. it doesn't take long for you to figure out that she's planning to murder you. you wouldn't call eachother friends but this still probably feels like betrayal. or maybe you're just frustrated that despite everything - the remote control, the electro hammers and bombs, the bugvac - everything you've trusted her to build and she still thinks that murder is the better option. okay, fuck you too then.

most of your classmates are stupid or complacent or both. they've mostly stopped thinking for themselves and would rather leave everything to the detective. who, to be fair, isn't incompetent but it has been incredibly frustrating to watch how easily he's swept up in that one idiots empty platitudes. logic alone should get them through these trials - acting on emotions is dangerous. (the irony probably isn't lost on you but you've always been upfront about being a hypocrite. so whatever.)

you want to teach those idiots a lesson. blindly believing in people will get them killed. so, you come up with a plan that could perhaps be compared to a bowline knot - very sturdy but also very easy to unravel.

you've already decided on your main piece - in fact he's been begging, genuinely begging to be used since the beginning but especially lately. so, befitting to your title, you shall make use of him.

(it's his own fault for being so gullible and kind. you've been telling him - everyone but especially him - that he's gonna get himself killed like this. this is a killing game, why won't anyone accept this reality already?? why won't anyone heed his warnings? but most people are unable to seperate the words from the person who's saying them.)

her plan is easy to usurp - in fact it takes care of the important things. the other pieces are set up in a way that would make it impossible for them to commit the crime you are planning. you and your sacrifice are the only pieces left. her intended advantage over you is ironically what will protect you.

things go smoothly. for the most part, anyway.

you might've underestimated just how much the detective dislikes you, is what you think as he doesn't give your proposition even a single thought before he leaves. oh well, you've never been one to easily give up.

you force yourself into the role of his partner. your nerves are definitely strung high at this point but you tell yourself that it's all just part of the game. so you continue to push everyones buttons. you needle and twist the knife wherever possible. (it's just a game. it's just a game. it's just a game.) nobody has any sympathy left for you at this point. it's okay, it's all part of your long term strategy anyway. (perhaps one could argue that you've been dealt awful cards from the beginning but is that really an excuse?)

you lead the trial, you make sure that they're doing things in the right order and that they won't miss a thing. it needs to be uncovered in this way because otherwise they won't listen to the evidence anymore. if they shall act like children, then you shall talk to them as if they are.

the first part of the trial moves along sluggishly but atleast all the facts of the crime are now laid open. all they need to do at this point is to use the process of elimination, really.

the detective looks at you uneasily. time for the fun part! questions and accusations fly around the room, it's about what you expected.

and then the detective lies. he's done this before. everyone believes him over you. that's to be expected. but something inside you cannot forgive this hypocrisy today. so you decide to be cruel and rip off the band aid.

chaos. disbelief. objections!

it could've been so fun. if it wasn't for your unwilling partner in crime to be completely dumbfounded - not because he's been betrayed but.. because he doesn't seem to know what you're talking about? huh? huh?

you thought at first that maybe this was just his last effort to try to get away with it. but he seems so genuine. you can't detect a lie but clearly what he is saying cannot be true. it cannot be. he's got to be lying. which means that you've underestimated him. you've been played. your classmates are clamoring to defend him. he will get away with this. he can't- it wasn't supposed to go that way. they will all vote for you. all because they believe in him hahahhaha no no no no nonononononono

he doesn't remember. ah. that makes sense.

you're still agitated and you feel as if you're about to snap.

you and the detective leave no holes in the explanation. it's a simple process of elimination - you've made sure of that after all.

the despair on your classmates faces is apparent. your sacrifice accepts his fate. you can't handle this. it's all too much. why did you do this? why? why? why? everyones badgering you. the look on his face- his voice- and despite everything he still cared about you. you stupid awful disgusting horrible miserable monster. nobody will ever forgive you for this. you knew that. perhaps you didn't think it would hurt so bad though.

gontas last wish will never come true. the very least you can do is to not let his death go to waste.

so it's double down or nothing.

[kookiecrumb]

pjm || panty droppa

pairing: jimin x fem!reader

summary: you pleasure your successful husband after a long day of work, and he's sure to return the favor.

tags: established relationship au (husband and wife)

warnings: smut (18+), oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex* (don't do this), soft lingerie kink, some dirty talk, some praise, light ass-slappin', creampie.

a/n: this right here a baby makerrrr~ (inspired by that one trey songz song)

don't mind if it's a little sloppy~ i wrote this just now and it's like 2 AM.

Jimin has had a long day at work. Simple as that. He comes home exhausted, and ready for some intense baby-making now that he has that security from his fancy new job as chief financial director of some big name company across the road from where he used to work at.

He thinks he's all that...but that cocky attitude is very hot on him, so you let it slide.

He's sitting at the edge of the bed with his jeans on still and his dress shirt, his collar open and his necklace dangling below his chest.

You're at the door, in a stunning set of red lingerie that he had delivered to you just this morning. Thing is, as beautiful as it looks on your body, he's itching to get it off of you.

"No, baby...drop those panties right in front of the bedroom. They're not allowed in here. I'm eating your pussy tonight..." he teases, as you carefully remove them and leave them by the door.

You bend over to pick them up, giving him a view before turning and walking into your shared bedroom.

He licks his lips as you walk in with your brand new lingerie, just like he asked you to be wearing when he got home.

His decorated fingers gesture for you to come forward, naked from the bottom down. His sturdy hands squeeze your thighs as he smiles proudly up at your face.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me tonight, yeah? Suck my cock because I earned us good money...I want my baby in you tonight..." he hums, kissing your abdomen adoringly.

"Ohh yeah~" you card your fingers through his hair, returning his loving gaze before pushing him down onto the bed and getting on top of him. He guides you into a slow, sensual kiss as you maneuver his belt, your anticipation building indefinitely.

He loves teasing you so much. There's something about seeing the result of his actions on your body and your cute reaction that drives him wild. It makes him want to do more.

He dips his tongue into your cunt and pumps into you for a few strokes before spreading it on your folds and swiping all the way to your clit again, closing his lips around the bud and humming. "Mmm~"

He smiles against your skin and helps you peel his work clothes off, his body exposed to you as you kiss and suck at his neck. "Oh, baby~!" you moan, running your hands up his sides in adoration.

Jimin hugs your waist and places a small kiss between your thighs, his tongue peeking from his mouth as he teases your clit with the tip. "Mmh~" he groans, playfully.

You gasp sharply, surprised by the warm feeling. He attaches his mouth to your needy cunt, sucking it with intention. "Ohh fuck~! Jimin!" you mewl, flustered.

"Ahhh~ ahh-- ahhh..." you breathe, trying to keep from riding his face too roughly. It's nearly impossible in this position. Your knees shake from how numbingly good his hot mouth feels on your needy clit.

You mewl, biting your lip softly as you allow your hips to take control and move freely, following his tongue. "Ooohhh so so good...so good, Jimin~" you encourage enthralled by your husband's skilled tongue.

Jimin grabs two handfuls of your ass and swirls his tongue back inside of you and then drags it upwards again, coating you with your own delicious arousal.

You'd marry him all over again right this minute for the head he's giving you. You squirm in need, ready to cream from his mouth alone.

He tightens his grip on you, moving to your thighs as he encourages you to coat his long, wet tongue with your cum.

Fuck! Your orgasm is already so close...if he knows where to hit the spot...

Jimin takes your clit between his pretty lips and closes around it, sucking hard before releasing it and teasing it with the end of his tongue.

"Aahh...fuck, fuuuck,, fuck~" you whimper as your orgasm washes over you, relieving you of your most intense cravings.

Jimin smacks your ass as a signal for you to face him as he sits up against the pillows. "Come suck it," he asks, pleased with his work.Is there anything more that you'd like than your pretty husband's dick down your throat right now?

Obediently, you lay between his thick thighs with your legs kicked up in the air as you excitedly pull out his dick, admiring how hot he looks from this angle. His dick is so satisfying to handle. The girth is perfect to wrap your hands around, and he's already beading with precum for your tasting.

You hum in pleasure before taking it between your lips, kissing it a few times and teasing your tongue on the head and on the slit. "Mmm~"

Jimin poses casually for you, trying to appear calm but on the inside he is burning up, impatiently waiting for you to take him in the back of your throat and swallow him like a good girl.

"Honey~" he whines. "Stop teasing...I want it badly...so don't make me wait too long," he thrums in a soothing voice.

You bob your head cheekily, wanting to make him whine.

"Shhh-- fuck, baby!"

He grants your wish, whining with need as you take him, his slightly salty taste lingering on your tongue.

You pop off of him, kitten-licking the tip.Jimin presses his hips to your beautiful lips and groans desperately.

Jimin pants softly.

His eyes plead for you, a deep-ridden lust shining in his eyes as his body opens towards you.

In a sudden tangent, he rises from the bed and pulls you below him, kissing you with passion as he rolls his hips against you.

His hand wraps around his spit-coated cock and finds the entrance to your cunt before sinking in, fluidly.

"!!" Your legs twitch as you feel him split you, framed by his strong arms. His flexibility is incredible. He's a dancer, so his agility is beyond that of a regular person and at times like these it really shows.

That stretch is amazing. The way he moves his hips inside of you makes you melt instantly. His face is buried in your neck as he languidly thrusts in, in careful circles before he starts pounding against your cervix.

Your legs wrap below his ass as you scratch his back encouragingly, feeling each careful thrust in a rhythm before he gets comfortable with it.

You gasp quietly, letting each sensation wash over you as he prepares to cover you with his hot cum.

He captures your lips in a kiss, his forehead briefly pressing against yours before he picks up the pace and properly hits the spot.

You melt under him, dumbified by the mesmerizing feeling of being filled by your husband. There's nothing you want more than to take his cum.

He quickens suddenly, then he staggers-- his body stuttering as he fills you with his cum. Your legs twitch hard and you lift your body from the mattress, fluttering around him as your orgasm consumes you.

a/n: I wrote this at 1 AM in @warm-nut 's dms.

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[athousandbyeol]

"it’s because they take care of each other and they are a source of comfort to each other. especially when they’re feeling nervous, you’ll see that they’re the clingiest." - this what you said is so true remember the bungee jumping where they kept confessing their love for each other I cried

"but it’s very rarely flashy or exaggerated. and 97% of what people think is fan service is really just how their friendship is." - you literally just took the words out of my mouth and of am not wrong they even mention this in one of those abaab interview that what others/fans think is a cute lovely moment between them is actually normal for them just their genuine deep loving friendship showing

i will never get tired of saying how very PROUD i am of them after everything they've been through together their every growth ups and downs with their relationship with each other their career and their success i love them with my whole heart and i've never been in love this much i am in love with them being in love with each other be it whatever kind its pure its genuine its beautiful its heartbreaking its celestial its destiny its a match made in heaven and i will never shut up about this its some soulmate/twinflame shit right there

sorry for the rant i just wanted to share it

op, these words are spoken by @laowen actually. as the president of forcebook society here on tumblr, she's very spot-on :) //i'm sorry if you thought it was me ㅠㅠ i'm not that good at expressing my feelings. i'm just a mess in this forcebook discourse hahaha

but yes. yes to everything. forcebook's interaction is organic and homey. although i do believe some gestures are spiced to taste (because let's face it, they're in the entertainment industry. of course there's in need of some ✨️pizzazz✨️), those touches, every word, the loving stare, comes from the heart and are sincere. i believe what they have even before they're in the industry plays an important role in their sturdy relationship. because whatever it is, forcebook are friends before everything. they've known each other half of their lives. what more can we ever say about them? love and trust are an understatement. they're so much more.

i dearly hold onto that notion because friends— good friends— don't come by all the time. but the universe somehow aligned these two souls to reunite again. and they've become inseparable, it seems. somehow, they're soul partners that would laugh at each other, record all those embarrassing moments, but will stand up for each other whenever things get messy. forcebook aren't meant for people who crave grand gestures. what they do every day is normal to them and i think it's what most foxmochis adore about their relationship. the normalcy. the quietness. the tender assurance. whatever forcebook have; it's beautiful. it's behind the scenes. it's sincere. it's home.

also, i personally think, if shippers that go beyond the comfortable context of 'liking two individuals', and start having weird ideas about them, they will definitely nitpick everything forcebook do as 'romantic'. everyone is open to ship or support their favourite artists. but there must be boundaries set. after all, we're all humans. p'book and p'force are humans. i hope these people won't hyperfixate whatever's inappropriate about forcebook's beautiful relationship and expect more than what they're willing to share with us.

yes, i can't deny, they're quite sugary together. people might have ideas. but i humbly hope, for as long as forcebook don't categorise or say anything about their relationship, we don't assume instances that could make them less comfortable with us. it takes so much guts for p'book to open up, and more trust for p'force to shed tears in front of the fans. i can't imagine if they start feeling icky once these 'so-called fans' go overboard. forcebook are each other's safe zones, and we are their family and friends, so, we should treasure this trust between us. don't break it.

the bungee-jump episode really got me shed happy tears. i questioned, just how much they love each other? it's crazy to imagine they're so emotionally dependent on each other— especially during hard/stressful times. that already speaks a lot about their relationship. they're just... they're just so soulmate-coded, don't you think?

op, it's ok. i totally understand. forcebook's genuine relationship is so fresh and heartwarming. of course, we can't get enough of these chaotic and idiotic besties! they spread so much joy and sincerity to everyone. it's so precious. they're so precious and loved. you can love them and cherish them and support them all you want. the door is always open. some of my friends here, mj (@/laowen, @forcebookish, @ellasaru12 and others) are very cool and they love forcebook too so, welcome aboard! <3

to more happier and glorious days with forcebook, op! ✨️

[s3raphh]

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 !

*they're getting ready for the weddings HAHA aw*

this oneshot is also available to read on my wattpad! @seraphhhhhhhh! that's 7 hs by the way!

enjoy!

CONTENT WARNING: contains alcohol consumption (zhongchi) and mild sexual content (jeanluc), very mild though. throw up when i see smut, promise y'all it doesnt go quite so far ✋

beidou and ningguang !

a dance on the deck and a kiss on a cheek...

"As long as the oceans breathe, we will stand together, braving the troubles and hardships that blow our way. The life of a pirate is risky, and unsure but the promise of the woman I dearly love waiting for me back at home, is more perfect than anything I could ever ask for. Whatever the world throws at us, we'll be together through it all. Through sickness and through health, I am yours and you are mine."  — The Captain of the Crux Fleet, Beidou. Her oath to her lover recorded by her good friend, Kaedehara Kazuha. It is written with careful strokes of a brush.

"As long as my heart beats and my soul lingers, I shall be yours. Loving you with no more fear, but with passion and care, with hope and joy. I will fiercely protect you, that I know. For the love we share is as sturdy as the jade of mountains, and as lovely as a lily. Our lives are unclear, and the paths we take are unprecendented, but nothing compares to you. For richer or for poorer, we belong together."  — The Tianquan of the Seven Qixing, Lady Ningguang. Her wedding vows recorded by Lady Ganyu of Yuehai Pavillion, it is written with utmost care and emotion, stained with tears of joy.

The moon was round and clear that night, giving limelight to the lovers. The light showed their smiles and their kisses, their laughter and their dance. A quiet ceremony was held with the couple's closest confidants, the serenity of the wedding only perfected by a slow ballad performance by a certain musician; requested by Beidou. The lovers throughly enjoyed their night, dancing on the decks to Xinyan's soulful singing and drinking wine and eating foods catered by Xiangling. 

Beidou took Ningguang by the hip and swung her around for a dance, she snickered at her newly wed wife's small gasps as Beidou twirled her around. 

"Oh Captain, do slow down." Ningguang laughed softly into her ear, "We're going to trip if you're not so careful." 

Beidou laughed, she spun her around by the arm and pulled her back close. "You're so beautiful in this dress, looking all fancy and married."

Ningguang smirked, "Still can't believe it, Beidou? That's adorable of you." 

"You really can read my mind," Beidou spinned her one last time, and pulled away. She looked down at her garments, a bridal qi pao. "But I can finally kiss you in public." 

Ningguang scoffed, an air of playfulness in her tone, "Mm, don't get too comfortable, dear." the couple sat on the tables, "It sets a mood, your way of kissing me. I don't think it'll do my business any good if you distract me with such sweet words." 

"Aha! Really now?" the dark-haired captain smiled coyly, she turned to Xinyan. "You hear what she's sayin' to me, kid?"

"I hear her loud and clear, cap'n. I'm not one to butt in, but y'all like bantering like that, huh?" she chuckled, "I'm happy for you two, finally married! We were all waitin' on you."

Kazuha sat next to the spiky haired girl, "It's true. We weren't counting on an immediate marriage, though it does gladden my heart to see our captain so happy."

"Thank you for your kind words, dear Kaedehara." Ningguang smiled softly, she held Beidou's hand under the table, "I think we'll be very happy from now on, won't we?" 

"Yeah... we will." she grinned.

For the first time, Ningguang and Beidou felt like lovers and not like some dirty secret that should be hidden away. They were wives. 

ei and yae miko !

underneath the sakura tree , an eternal marriage takes root .

"Ever since the moment our eyes met, a deep thunderous feeling resounded in my heart. And that feeling was love. Our land of lightning and sakura shall bear witness to our union, and it will be eternal and great. But the desire I have is a simple one. All I want is to... remain with you, sharing food and drinks made with care. I will be very happy to spend my life with you, my Miko."  — The Electro Archon, Raiden Ei. Her wedding vows recorded by shrine maiden, Inagi Hotomi. Written on a scroll, a great deal of reverence and excitement is sensed from the erratic style.

"Ei, my dear stubborn and sweet warrior, I have waited long for this. Ever since you left your Plane of Euthymia, I have felt a great deal of neverending happiness and elation. Though I'd rather not admit my weaknesses, you are mine. My weakness, and my god. So let us see this imperfect world together and enjoy its obsessions with love and hate, with meetings and partings. Not a single soul shall forget our story, I will make sure of that." — Guuji Yae of Grand Narukami Shrine and Editor-In-Chief of Yae Publishing House. Her wedding vows also recorded by Inagi Hotomi.

The wedding reception was everything Miko could hope for. Fried Tofu on the table, paired with her favorite sauce... a good serving of Rainbow Aster on the table plus some delicious pizza. Oh and her wife! 

She was now Raiden Miko, or was her dear wife now Yae Ei? 

Either way, the love of her life was here. Finally here in her arms as they danced to the traditional Inazuman wedding songs, no longer having to wait for her. For five hundred years, she'd been waiting for Ei to make good on her love confession, and it was finally here. Five hundred years late, but she was happy enough.

"Ah, everything feels perfect, doesn't it? I only wish we'd done this sooner..." the pink-haired kitsune said to Ei as they sat on the chairs, watching the Yashiro Commissioner and his housekeeper dance along. Yae Miko turned to her, "I'm happy, Ei. I really am."

Ei smiled deeply, "I'm glad you are. I must say, you look stunning in the garments the shrine maidens prepared for you."

"You're too sweet to me, Ei." Miko's ears twitched as she laughed fondly, "Ah... Nights like this remind me of when we'd have late night picnics, reading the novels of bygone ages."

"It does." Ei remarked. "It'd be a perfect night to read those highly entertaining light novels you have hidden away. What was one of those Liyue love novels called?"

"You mean that teenage love fantasy?" Miko laughed again, "Alright then, I'll get Young and Hopelessly Smitten for you," she stood up, "Wait here, dear."

Miko walked through the her private chambers in the shrine, she looked through her cabinets and noticed a picture frame tucked away. As she took a look at it, she smiled fondly. 

"Ei, I have it!" Yae walked to the table, Ei lit up as she saw her and gave her a small wave. "I also found something else, would you like to see?" she set the picture frame on the table.

"Oh?" Ei took it into her hands, "What's... oh." 

The picture was a small painting of Makoto, Ei and Yae Miko in their youth. The trio sat on a picnic mat underneath a sakura tree, its leaves falling on Makoto's umbrella as Miko lay on her lap. Ei was holding a cheesecake on her lap with a serious expression. 

 "My, you were so solemn back in the day!" Miko giggled, "How I remember this so well, Makoto was so very adamant about dragging you away from your martial arts training."

"I..." Ei spoke, "I remember this too, it was the time Makoto joked about us being lovers."

"Now how do you remember that?" Miko asked, "I remember you getting highly embarrassed and blushing all over, you were practically squriming after I pecked you on the cheek."

"It's because Makoto wouldn't stop joking about it either..." Ei rolled her eyes, "Even now I feel my cheeks getting red."

"Don't get embarrassed, we're married now!" Yae said cheekily, "You can't do anything about it now." she flashed her ring in Ei's face.

 "Ah, I suppose so..." Ei said.

"Now don't say it with such a disappointed tone! Makes it sound like I forced it on you..." the kitsune cried out mockingly.

"Miko! I'm merely teasing." Ei laughed, not softly like she always did but with dorky snorts and a wide grin. Miko had been waiting to see that face in forever, seeing that meant she was home. 

"You wound me, Ei..." Miko sighed dramatically, "Words hit like lightning, you know?"

Ei merely giggled uncontrollably, "Alright, alright!"

Miko finally felt content, she was right where she wanted to be. With Ei.

zhongli and tartaglia !

weirdly warm wine and stories to be told . (dont mind the p0rnhub colors...)

"Zhongli, since the day we met in that little town street, I haven't been able to keep you off my mind. I don't think I've ever cared for anyone the way I have for you, not even a little bit. If the world ever burns to the ground, know that I'll stay and love you like a warrior. Nothing can turn me away from you. I swear by the Tsaritsa's glory that I will be your husband, faithfully and loyally yours."  — The Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, Tartaglia. His wedding vows recorded by their legal advisor, Yanfei. The style is formally written like a legal document.

"I remember when we first kissed, it was a sunny and warm day. The sea breeze rolled in as we stood on the beach's white sand, collecting those blue seashells you do adore. I believe that was the day I fell in love, and every moment with you after that has sent my heart into a flurry of desires. No one compares to you, I admire your resilience and it gladdens my heart that I can be with you now.  I shall swear by the law, that I will love and protect you till the day Death takes us." — Funeral Consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Zhongli. His oath to his lover, Yanfei records this as well.

"I never knew the sea of Snezhnaya was this freezing..." Zhongli whispered to Tartaglia, they sat on a boat headed for his now husband's homeland. They dressed in dull coats with fur of vicious monsters that Tartaglia had hunted down and turned into a coat, the fur itself was white. Tartaglia proudly presented it to him after they arranged the marital contract.

"I did warn you, didn't I..." he chuckled in response, "I hope you're not too cold though, wouldn't want you to catch a fever before you meet my family. Are you?" Tartaglia suddenly looked concerned and put the palm of his head on Zhongli's forehead to feel for a cold.

"Alright, no need to be so worrisome about it." Zhongli said with a flippant laugh, he took his hand and held it, "I have layers upon layers of thick fabric on, this is more than enough."

Tartaglia huffed lightly, "You're not used to the cold like I am..."

"This is bound to be a long trip, dear. I'm perfectly fine." Zhongli sighed, rubbing his mittens together. A puff of cold wind rushed outside.

"Well, at least drink the hot cocoa I made." he insisted. There was no sense in arguing with him, such a stubborn man. Zhongli sighed, motioning for Tartaglia to get it for him. 

As Tartaglia grabbed the bag to get the bottle, Zhongli thought for a moment. He was coming to visit Tartaglia's family, yet he knew close to nothing about its history, all he knew about them was his little siblings. "So while we're on our way, why don't you tell me more about your family?" Zhongli asked, "I mean, your family's ancestors and such."

His face instantly lit up, "Sure thing! Here, have the cocoa." he laid it on Zhongli's lap, "Ah, where do I begin?"

"My great-great-great grandfather was a toymaker, one day while he was out delivering the toys for his customers, he met a mysterious woman..." he said, getting into the story. "She was dressed in a long, flowing white garment. Her eyes were icy blue and spoke with a regal voice."

"The Tsaritsa?" Zhongli asked, equally into the story. He sipped from the bottle, tasting the drink.

"Yes! My father told me that story, and apparently Grandfather Maxim met the Tsaritsa a little before the Cataclysm." said Tartaglia, "Zhongli, you were there right? What was it like?"

"It was... horrifying." Zhongli trailed off, thinking of how to describe it. "...So much bloodshed and, uh, death all around. Things you would enjoy, I'm sure." he said casually, taking another sip of the cocoa. "It was a catastrophe, like the books say."

"Hmm... is that so..." Tartaglia seemed to be thinking too. Probably of how much people there was to fight.

"Speaking of catastrophe, Tonia keeps sending me recommendations of these trashy love novels!" Tartaglia sighed, he pulled out a book with a... rather inappropriate cover. "Look at this! She's only 14 and she's already reading this... this crap!" 

Zhongli peeked at the title, "Fifty Shades of Gray? I've heard of this book, a Mondstadter friend of mine went to Inazuma and drunkenly sent me a package with its sequels. It was strangely entertaining."

"Not you too!" The ginger cried out, "What's so good about it anyway? I didn't think a well-read person like yourself would even consider this remotely decent... quite the opposite, really."

"Literature doesn't have to be good or complex to be enter... entertaining." Zhongli hiccuped, "Ahem... besides, you read those fan works of light novels from Inazuma, I can't imagine that it's almost any better than the books Tonia reads." 

"I thought married couples were supposed to be nice to each other..." Tartaglia said with a pout.

Zhongli nearly choked on his cocoa, he couldn't help but laugh at the adorably dumb way he said that. 

"Hey! Now you're laughing!" Tartaglia huffed, "Zhongli!"

"How am I supposed to not laugh at you, dear?" Zhongli laughed wholeheartedly, for some reason he sounded like he was slurring, "Heh... you can be so very cute sometimes."

"Zhongli... did you drink the wine?" Tartaglia said slowly, he took the bottle from his hands. He opened it and took a whiff, it was the wine he packed. He turned to Zhongli who was suddenly yawning, "Oh. Well, it wouldn't hurt to have a nap, would it?"

"It wouldn't." Zhongli muttered. 

Zhongli laid on Tartaglia's lap, and they stayed together like that until the boat docked at Snezhnaya's ports.

The warm feeling in his heart as he woke up from the nap was deeper than he could ever imagine. Zhongli didn't think he'd find another love like this, one that actually stood a chance. No longer would he have to kill himself praying that his beloved would come back home alive, no longer would he have to bury somebody he loved so dearly. 

Yes, he was now mortal. And he was allowed to be selfish and keep this love. 

that's so gay 💀🥱

jean and diluc !

the knight in shining armor and her dearly beloved .

"Falling in love always seemed like an impossible thing for me. I always sought out the kind of romance from unrealistic novels, so I was immature and thought that love was something I would stumble over and find like a rock on the street. But now I know that love is nutured and that it takes more than a feeling or a spark, because now I have Diluc. I've been searching for love for so long, and I realize now that the thing I was looking for was right here all along. Diluc Ragnvindr, take my heart and keep it like a promise, for I am yours."  — The Acting Grandmaster, Jean Gunnhildr. Recorded by the Deaconess Barbara, she smiles with great joy as the ceremony commences.

"I've always had feelings for you,ever since the day we first met as young knights. We were much different then, but the emotion I felt then still remains. You are the woman I want to spend my life with, the woman I choose to cherish and love forever. Despite my many flaws, you chose to be there for me, to be the one to care and tell me what I needed to do make it right. Being with you... I think it makes me a better person. A better man. Jean Gunnhildr, you are my knight, my wonderful and brilliant wife. I promise to be the lover you deserve." — Owner of Dawn Winery, Diluc Ragnvindr. Kaeya tearfully claps next to him as his best man. 

Diluc and Jean laid on the couch, slouching in their wedding attire. The wedding, the reception and the afterparty Kaeya and Venti threw for the couple had just finished. It was an exhausting day. Diluc noticed the moon outside, that's how late it was. It had taken almost every nerve in Diluc not to smack Kaeya in the face after he convinced Venti to sing a largely inappropriate song from another world Venti called, "Earth."

 Regardless, Jean had enjoyed the celebrations and  the weird song so he supposed  it was worth the trouble. 

He looked over at Jean, she had her hair in beautiful curled hair and it was tied up with a bow Lisa had bought her as a gift. A very lazy gift, Diluc noted. She was wearing a white suit, especially tailored by the Knights as a sort of thank-you present for all her hard work. Eula Lawrence had taken her shopping around town for the rest of the outfit, and it made her looks stunning. 

Despite the eyebags.

Meanwhile Kaeya had taken him on the most catastrophic "boys' night out" for his wedding suit, he'd rather not recall the moment Kaeya started belly dancing in the middle of the town square. It was far too embarrassing but at least he had something to remind Kaeya about now. 

He was dressed in a comically 'fancy' suit with far too many ruffles and designs all over it, he didn't have the time to buy another one thanks to a certain brother. Regardless, Jean seemed to love it so much. She giggled the moment he stepped into the church, Diluc blushed at the memory. He had his hair up in a ponytail, with elaborate braiding by Kaeya himself. He said it was Khaenri'ahn style, he seemed so proud of himself.

"Diluc..." Jean sighed happily, "Today was amazing."

"I'm glad you think so." Diluc smiled, she took his hand and held it. 

"I love you." she whispered so gently, kissing his hand.

"I..." he trailed off,  his cheeks slightly red.

"Hey, let's go to bed." Jean took her hand off his face and stood up, she began taking off her suit. "Don't keep me waiting."

Jean went up the stairs without another word, Diluc felt... strange to say the least. Almost as if he wanted her to...

Maybe don't read too hard into it. Diluc thought. Despite warning himself not to think about it, he still felt his face getting hot at the thought of... whatever Jean wanted. 

 He went up the stairs and turned the knob of their bedroom door.

Jean sat there on the windowsill in putting her black lacy nightgown on, her lingerie was still visible. Her hair was down and messy. She gave him a small wave. 

"Oh, Diluc." she smiled at him as she slipped the nightgown on. She looked down at his clothes. "Come on, let me help you change, the stuff on that ridiculous outfit can be hard to unbutton."

"Ah... yeah." he sat next to her, taking off the suit jacket. "Hah... you know how Kaeya can be with fashion, he bought me this."

Jean chuckled, "Honestly, I don't think his uniform is hardly appropriate for knightly attire. But I wouldn't want to be a buzzkill," she unbuttoned his shirt, tracing her hand along his chest. "Would I, sir?"

"A-ah... yes, it really is..." Diluc trailed off as Jean began pinning him down the bed, her breathing becoming more hot and heavy, "Jean...?"

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You can stay still for me, can't you?"

Diluc couldn't get the words out of his mouth. But both of them knew what he could. He simply nodded.

"Good." She said, "Don't back out too soon."

(ew)

ANYWAYS THATS THE ONESHOT BYE 💯