#dynamic behaviour

[duckysprouts]

book jaime lannister is the funniest boy because from birth he’s constructed a grand narrative in his mind that he is the perfect knight to his sister-wife’s perfect maiden, a relationship that exists solely to fuel their mutual narcissism and help him cope with his chronic identity crisis/trauma, only to see a buff girl naked for the first time and come to the subconscious realization that it’s actually HIM who is the maiden to brienne’s knight and proceeds to spend the rest of their trip using preschool tactics of annoying her to death so that she can notice him and sweep him off his feet (it works)

[ninakoll]

i hope that they add lezzing out to the next dbd update

[dkettchen]

guess who finally got around to drawing some opla zosan

[gunstellations]

In the world I love

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In a different world

[aventurineswife]

Dan heng aven and jiaoqiu with fem lover who is an extremely wild sleeper

Like shell go to bed under the blankets with her night gown on

And then the next morning shell be in the farthest corner of the room, wrapped up like a hotdog in the blanket with her gown of the floor and char be like wth

Tangled Sheets and Silent Words

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Romantic Humor, Sleep Disorder (Wild Sleeper), Playful Dynamic, Comfort, Affectionate Behavior, Character Growth (for Jiaoqiu's internal development), Slow Burn (in terms of emotional closeness).

Warnings: Mild Humor (due to wild sleeping habits), Some Mature Themes (light teasing, some suggestive undertones), Injury/Discomfort Mentions (Jiaoqiu's blindness and minor struggles with his trauma), Fluff Heavy.

Dan Heng had always been a man of precision, of careful routines and steady habits. So, when he first started sharing a bed with you, your unrestrained sleep patterns were a source of endless confusion and mild frustration.

It started innocently enough. You’d both prepare for bed, winding down after a long day aboard the Astral Express. Dan Heng would usually settle into his side of the bed with a book or in quiet reflection, and you’d do the same. But then, as sleep claimed you, all semblance of composure vanished.

Every morning, without fail, Dan Heng would awaken to find the bed in disarray. Where you had once been peacefully resting beside him, you were now tangled in the sheets, half of your nightgown missing, and your body sprawled out in the farthest corner of the room as if some invisible force had tried to pull you there. It was always a spectacle, like an oddly endearing disaster.

The first time it happened, he found you in a ball of blankets, your gown discarded on the floor and your hair a mess. His brow furrowed in confusion as he made his way to you, carefully untangling the fabric from your limbs. "What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning the disarray.

You stirred, blinking sleepily, unaware of the chaos your nocturnal adventures had caused. "Did I... do it again?" you asked, your voice barely audible but tinged with amusement.

Dan Heng sighed, kneeling beside you, his voice soft despite the bemusement. "You’ve practically destroyed the bed again." He helped you back to your feet, his hands gently guiding you as you adjusted your disheveled nightgown.

"I can’t help it," you said with a teasing smile, trying to pull the gown back up. "I sleep... wild."

"I can see that," he replied, shaking his head but secretly finding it endearing. "Just... try to stay in the bed next time, please."

You smiled up at him, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "No promises."

Aventurine always seemed to know what to expect. But he never anticipated this.

It was an unspoken rule between you two that after long days of business meetings, adventures, and playing the high-stakes game that was your life, there would be quiet moments when you could relax together, unwind, and sleep. And, despite his experience in strategy and manipulation, Aventurine had not calculated your nocturnal escapades.

The first time it happened, Aventurine awoke to the sound of rustling. He thought maybe you had simply turned in your sleep. But when he looked over, he saw you had somehow managed to roll halfway across the room, tightly wrapped in the blanket, only your feet sticking out like a little hotdog.

His usual calm demeanor cracked. “What the hell…?” His voice, though smooth and collected, held a tinge of disbelief. He stood, crossing the room to unravel you from your blanket cocoon, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "You... don’t you sleep like a normal person?"

You looked up at him, eyes heavy with sleep, and gave him an innocent smile. “Did I do it again?” you mumbled, barely comprehending your surroundings.

Aventurine sighed, crouching down to gently pull you back into bed, his hand brushing over your hair with an almost tender touch. "You seem to think sleep is some sort of adventure."

"I suppose it is,” you teased, trying to adjust the blanket, which was tangled like a web around your body. “I just like to... keep things interesting."

He chuckled softly, more to himself than anything. “Well, you’ve certainly done that.”

Aventurine climbed back into bed, adjusting the blankets around you. His smile was faint but sincere as he pulled you close, despite your wild sleeping habits. “Let’s keep the games to the waking hours, yes?”

"Only if you insist," you replied, your voice dripping with playfulness.

Jiaoqiu’s life had never been easy. He’d seen enough suffering in his life to know that peace was fleeting, and yet, in the quiet of his chambers, there was one thing he always looked forward to—his time with you.

Despite his blindness, Jiaoqiu’s awareness of the world around him was incredibly sharp. He could hear the rustling of fabric as you settled into bed, the soft sigh of contentment as sleep overtook you. And yet, every single night, it was the same thing: you would somehow wriggle free of the covers, your nightgown tangled in the sheets, and end up in the farthest corner of the room, wrapped like a hotdog.

The first time it happened, Jiaoqiu had been lying awake, feeling your presence beside him. But then, as the hours passed, he felt the bed shift, heard the rustle of fabric moving with you. He held his breath, sensing the impending chaos.

By morning, he was greeted with the unmistakable sound of your movements, a tangled mess of blankets, your gown slipping from your body. He chuckled softly to himself, despite the slight frustration bubbling up. "What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, though the slight amusement in his tone made it clear he wasn’t truly upset.

His fingers carefully reached out, brushing against the blanket that encased you like a cocoon. "You always end up like this, don’t you?" he asked with a knowing smile, though his voice was soft.

You stirred, blinking sleepily and letting out a small, apologetic laugh. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a wild sleeper…”

Jiaoqiu had long since memorized the sound of your voice and the little nuances of your actions. He carefully helped you untangle yourself from the blankets, his hands gentle as they guided you back into bed.

“Perhaps,” he began softly, his voice laced with a mix of affection and exhaustion, “we should find a way to keep you in the bed tonight.”

You smiled playfully, wrapping your arms around him, “Maybe, but I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Jiaoqiu let out a soft laugh, his fingers gently brushing your hair as he settled back into bed. "I’ll take that as a challenge."

Despite the chaos of your sleep, he couldn’t help but find comfort in the unpredictability. It was a reminder that, even in the wildest of times, he wasn’t truly alone.

[r-biter]

Just read a 'shen yuan is yue qingyuans reincarnation and transmigrates into his body' oneshot and it fully hit me with how firstly shen yuans name is almost the equivalent of yqy doodling mr shen qingyuan into the margins of his notes like a dork, and secondly how funny that concept is in general. Like assuming shen yuan looks a bit like sqq like is often fanon, yqy thought so hard abt a dude he popped out into the reincarnation cycle looking just like him, proceeded to be so weird abt that guy in a new different way and then immediately after came BACK to the world to keep being weird abt that guy. The brain worms are eternal. Incredible

[maydays-big-day]

Based on:

[kindaorangey]

"are you asking me or making me?" is soooooo interesting to me because i think armand only asks it when he can't gauge whether he's letting louis down. it's barely even sexual - it's a hail mary. it's a show of trust, indirectly admitting that he wants to do something other than what louis expects of him, but that he's willing to obey louis anyway, for the sake of their relationship. it's sort of heartbreaking watching them at the sacré-cœur, because if louis had said "i'm making you" armand would've done it in a heartbeat. he would've taken it as a show of committment on louis' part, and he wouldn't have betrayed him. but louis takes the question just as an expression of disagreement, and so he doesn't play the game. ironically, he respects armand's independence too much to make him turn madeleine if he doesn't want to. and so armand isn't convinced of louis' commitment to him, and he betrays him.

and by the time we see them in san fransisco, louis knows what the question means now, and answers "no, arun, i'm not asking" without question. and armand accepts it without complaint, even as it pains him. companionship really is the most important thing in the world to armand, just like it is for lestat, and he's willing to do any number of horrible things to louis and himself just to keep him as a companion, just like lestat. louis' biggest mistake is not realising how to use that to his advantage sooner.

edit: HELP people are reblogging this again. i misremembered the context of the scene - louis is asking armand to witness the turning, not do it himself. still, if armand had gone along to witness, that would have 100% been taken as implicit permission for louis to turn madeleine (thereby adhering to the first of the great laws) and, in essence, "agreeing" with her turning where before he ordered claudia to drive madeleine out of town. this hypocrisy, and the further bending of the rules for louis' sake (he's given permission to turn a mortal despite neither of them being in the coven), would have been seen by the coven as betrayal. armand knows this; he doesn't think madeleiene should be turned for these reasons; that's why he asks, "are you asking me or making me?"

still. if louis had said "i'm making you" i think armand would've gone along to witness, implicitly giving his permission for madeleine to be turned and functionally changing his allegiance from the coven to louis once and for all. so the core point of the post still stands.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Sam holding hands with Eileen cutely at the farmers market, minding his own business

Dean, accosting him from several yards away: Sam are you holding hands??! Ha! Girl!

Sam: oh my god. Dean, you are literally holding hands with Cas right now.

Dean: So?? That's just 'cause if I let go he's gonna wander off.

Cas, nodding but not looking up from the spider he'd stopped to examine: I do have a tendancy to wander off. I have many and varied interests. It's very charming.

Eileen, tuning into the conversation and letting go of Sam's hands briefly to sign along with verbal speech: what are you saying?

Sam: Dean's calling me a girl for holding hands.

Eileen: hm. At least you're a cute girl.

She takes Sam's hand again and kisses it like a knight before swinging it casually between them, and Sam blushes so hard and smiles so big his face hurts 💕

[smallidarityfan]

we should talk more about smallidarity's dynamic i think.

Like, c!Joel clearly loves c!Jimmy a lot in canon (either /p or /r) but never really explicitly says it with his words yk? like his mannerisms and the way he treats Jimmy is so subtly tender and caring, and the only way he kind of expresses it to Jimmy is by flirting or bullying. goes both ways really

( see: the whole smallidarity armour stand statue on hermitcraft. Joel doesn't talk about why he wanted something with Jimmy in the first place at all other than "it makes the place look better" "fills up the empty space" . But like, the whole scenario by itself silently screams it so loud how much he treasures his relationship with Jimmy yk?? )

( Another evidence: Joel in Limited Life when he silently promised to himself that he would sacrifice himself for Jimmy, with no mention about the intended sacrifice before Jimmy died. And then a year later, wholely remembers his silent promise, then claims it to be an "illogical day". Okay mr beans. just admit your feelings. its okay.)

( Another Another evidence: esmp 2. so so soo much hours and extra unprompted thoughts and steps put into the 'toy' bit Joel himself started. All just to see how Jimmy reacts to them. As well as the giant Best Buds mural of course. please kiss already. gosh.)

[aventurineswife]

hear me out, aventurine wraps himself up in ribbons or something (with help ofc (how is he supposed to tie himself in ribbons by himself)) for reader, for christmas

i just had this thought bc of your status thing :3

hes the only present we will ever need :3

I WANT AVENTURINE TO BE A REAL PERSON SO I CAN LOVE AND SPOIL HIM😭

(maybe it's also bc i wanna wrap myself up as aventurines christmas present.. BUT NOT IN THAT WAY)

-:3 anon

The Greatest Present Awaits You

Summary: As Christmas approaches, Aventurine decides to surprise you with the most unique gift he can think of—himself, wrapped in silk ribbons and nestled beneath the tree. His charm and flamboyant flair shine through as he turns an ordinary holiday into an unforgettable evening. But the question remains: will you unwrap the greatest gamble of the season?

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Romance, Winter Special, Playful Banter, Gift-Giving, Suggestive Undertones, Wrapped-Up Present, Over-the-Top Gestures, Flirty and Fun Dynamic.

Warnings: Mild Suggestiveness (by the end), Mischievous Behavior(it's Aventurine we are talking about💀).

A/N: Funny thing is, I had something planned like this for other characters on Christmas but I lost motivation to write all of them so whoops🫣🤧

Snow cascaded gently outside the frosted windows, cloaking the world in a serene white. Inside, the room was warm and filled with the glow of the crackling fire and the twinkle of fairy lights. The towering Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, its branches adorned with ornaments, garlands, and a star shining atop it. Beneath it sat an array of presents, but one, in particular, stood out—a large, expertly wrapped box with shimmering green and gold paper.

The evening had been calm, but you noticed Aventurine's absence more acutely as the hours ticked by. He had been unusually secretive for the past few days, dodging your questions with a mischievous grin and cryptic remarks about “the ultimate gamble of the season.” It wasn’t unusual for him to keep you guessing, but tonight, the suspense felt deliberate.

As you approached the oversized gift by the tree, a soft laugh echoed inside the gift.

“Ah, my dear, I see your curiosity is as keen as ever,” Aventurine’s voice purred.

Turning toward the sound, you were met with his signature smirk and sparkling eyes peeking out from inside the box. His tousled hair shimmered in the light, and his presence alone was enough to quicken your heartbeat.

“I had some help preparing this,” he said, his tone teasing. “And I promise, it’s a gift you’ll treasure.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion until he gestured toward the box. “Open it.” he urged, his smile widening with barely contained amusement.

Kneeling by the tree, you carefully untied the golden bow and peeled back the wrapping paper. The box opened with an exaggerated flourish, revealing a sight that took your breath away.

Aventurine sat inside, wrapped in vibrant red and green silk ribbons, his arms crossed casually over his chest. The ends of the ribbons formed an intricate bow around his neck, and his white trousers were tucked neatly under the glimmering coils. His blazer was nowhere in sight, leaving his spade-cut shirt to reveal glimpses of his toned chest beneath the crisscrossing ribbons.

“Well?” he drawled, leaning forward slightly with an amused gleam in his eye. “Am I everything you hoped for this Christmas?”

You blinked, stunned, before laughter bubbled out of you. “Aventurine, what—”

“Ah, ah,” he interrupted, holding up a ribbon-bound finger. “Don’t ruin the moment, darling. You see, I’ve been thinking. This year, I wanted to give you something truly irreplaceable. And, well...” He spread his arms in a theatrical gesture. “I am rather one of a kind, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your laughter softened into a fond smile as you reached out, gently tugging on one of the ribbons wrapped around his wrist. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” he replied smoothly, his grin widening. “Now, I must confess, getting wrapped up like this was no small feat. It took several attempts and a very patient co-worker of mine. But for you, my dear, no gamble is too great.”

He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. “Of course,” he added, his voice dipping into a suggestive murmur, “unwrapping me is entirely up to you. Take your time—or don’t. The choice is yours.”

Your cheeks warmed at his tone, but the twinkle in his eye revealed his playful intentions. It was classic Aventurine—charming, ostentatious, and utterly devoted to making you smile.

“Well,” you said, matching his smirk with one of your own as you tugged on another ribbon, “I suppose I should see if this gift is as ‘irreplaceable’ as you claim.”

“Careful, darling,” he murmured, leaning in even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “The best surprises are always at the end.”

And as the ribbons began to unravel, Aventurine’s smile remained as enigmatic and captivating as ever—a gambler who had staked it all on this moment, and somehow, against all odds, had won once again.

[blood-orange-juice]

I suddenly groked why Childe's friendship with the Traveler is important to me. It makes him look more inhuman.

Same with his attachments in general. It all looks so sweet on the surface but this is *not* how humans handle attachments.

Humans are awkward, and afraid to admit they like someone, and they want reciprocity, and they are careful about how a new person will affect their life. They are very cautious about placing their trust in someone even if they like them. They often lie for the sake of maintaining the relationship.

And then there's this guy who loudly declares you a friend the moment he starts liking you enough, expects nothing in return and seems to trust almost blindly (personally, I think it's calculated risk rather than that, but it still removes the usual weight of trusting someone). Who is honest and straightforward in ways that don't really benefit him. And it's not exactly hero worship (he has that towards Skirk and Capitano and we know it looks differently), he just sees someone like himself in the main character.

His other relationships (siblings and Her Majesty) could have been interpreted in multiple ways but his attachment to the Traveler establishes those as genuine and more on the warm side too.

(and more weird)

We also get reminded that he isn't nice even when he likes a person, he still has his weird ideals and obligations and doesn't compromise on those.

If he was a brooding loner or someone more sociopathic in his approach it would be too easy to clock him as a traumatised kid or at least a flawed human. The way he relates to the Traveler very clearly establishes him as more than that.

I've also seen takes on how he doesn't really love his siblings, he just wants to be the best in everything and that includes being the best older brother. That would be awfully human, too, I think.

It's a subtle distinction, fae beings can be obsessed with beauty and perfection but not with being the best. A desire to be the best is a narcissistic dynamic, it's painfully human and rooted in insecurity.

(he says and shows multiple times how he doesn't seek narcissistic fuel at all, even on an average human level. he seeks improvement but doesn't really care about winning or impressing other people

he's also committed to doing the best he can without being worried about perfection in the current moment)

He loves them dearly and he's doing what's best for them as he understands it, but it doesn't matter whether they love him or whether anyone else including them thinks he's a good brother.

So we once again get a lovely paradox with him. Everything is the opposite of what it seems.

Could be read as a different form of trauma or just arrogance, of course, but also it connects him to other Abyssal beings (Elynas, Durin, Caribert to an extent too. one could say Enjou as well). Horrors of Teyvat love with no reservations but also it doesn't mean what you think it means.

[skyrim-said-that]

Dragonborn: you came?

Odahviing: you called.

[lilithschosen]

Agatha packing a new strap and Rio not realizing the new one vibrates 😬😅

ehehehehehehe wait this one was fun ehehehehehehe

She smacks the emergency stop button on the elevator and shoves Agatha into the wall. Agatha laughs, the wind knocking out of her lungs as Rio closes the gap between them and kisses her. Her hands pull and lift, grabbing at the belt buckle securing her slacks around her waist.

"Couldn't wait til we get to the room?" she asks, "Literally had to jump me in the elevator? We're only a floor up from everyone."

Rio rips the belt free from Agatha's pants, tossing it to the floor before she looks back to her face. "Don't care."

Agatha grabs her by the hips in a quick, fluid motion, and spins her around. She pulls Rio back, hand running up her spine as she pushes her down to bend at the waist. Rio whimpers, her ass firmly against the bulge beneath Agatha's pants.

"I felt it earlier, you know," Rio says, looking over her shoulder as she grinds into the harness, feeling Agatha's fingers grip tighter around her hips. "When I squeezed your thigh under the table when Chief Jones was giving you that acknowledgement. I thought I was imagining things, that you wouldn't have packed for this. God, I'm happy to be wrong."

Agatha gasps, corners of her mouth lifting in a subtle smile as she feigns surprise. "I never would've imagined hearing "I'm happy to be wrong" come from Agent Rio Vidal's lips."

Rio rolls her eyes, bouncing her backside off of the bulge in Agatha's pants before grinding back down harder. Agatha groans, moving her hand from Rio's hips and slipping it under the waistband. Rio clenches in anticipation, expecting Agatha to hike her dress up and rut into her in the stopped elevator. But she doesn't.

Instead she feels something different, hears something.

A gentle buzz, a vibration?

Agatha places her hand back on Rio's hip and thrusts the bulge into her, curling over her bent position to take her earlobe between her teeth. She bites down, tugging it back as she thrusts a second time.

"It's fucking vibrates?"

Agatha nods, pressing a sloppy kiss to Rio's pulse point. "Think we can break it in before the elevator starts again?"

"Shut up, take your pants off, and fuck me."

[whatwasoncewas]

The literal embodiment of the "sunshine and sunshine protector": Luffy = sunshine (literally, will put the sun in shame with his brightness) Zoro & Sanji = sunshine protector (must protect rubber boi at all costs)

[kirkwallguy]

i think everyone from the mage underground openly hates marcus. not for any logical reason he's just annoying / not a mage so they're suspicious