#entirely beloved crumb

[dxcstrange-stuff]

'I used to have a magpie when I was a child. I caught it myself.'

She says, 'I cannot imagine you as a child.'

He thinks, neither can I. I cannot picture myself.

- The Mirror and the Light, Hilary Mantel

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

when you mentioned in your tags that there was hardly any laughingstock i didn't believe you at first, but holy shit ur right. YOU AND @krasytoonz MADE ME INTO A LAUGHINGSTOCK BELIEVER. I WILL PAY TRIBUTE TO THESE SKRUNGLY FUCKERS SOON, MARK MY WORDS *shakes fist into the void*

no yeah Seriously though its just us out here, fighting for our lives in the fucking Trenches. in ten years someone is gonna use the word 'laughingstock' casually in conversation and im gonna have War Flashbacks

[oh-katsuki]

kicking my feet he’s so funny

[delicris]

i rewatch hunger games every single time i see the films on any fucking platform, it's an issue at this point

however, i can't help but point out the crimson rivers universe similarities, you don't understand how much more obsessed that fic made me

[sonder-paradise]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ ft. xiao, venti, kazuha, wanderer, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluff, reader teasing anemo fools

— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

he watches you carefully from the cooling shade of the tree above. whatever you're currently off doing, it seems to be entertaining you much more than usual. but there's something entirely charming about the way you find such joy in the timid moments teyvat gives you.

the gentle breeze sways past the two of you bringing in the salty scents of the nearby port and the mountainous ranges just beyond. he closes his eyes just a moment, soaking in the sound of your bubbling laughter and the symphonic winds.

"xiao!"

his eyes flicker open and, in a moment, he's at your side. he seems rather alert for a second before he realizes there is a board smile dressed across your face.

"is something the matter?"

you shake your head; that odd, little grin neglects to fade from your features. he raises an eyebrow at your behavior.

"no, just wanted to see you. oh, here."

and suddenly your hand is reaching towards him and you're leaning in a little too close and his breath catches in the back of his throat and now he's debating whether or not he should lean in too and—

"you had a leaf in your hair."

xiao turns a brilliant shade of red as your hand pulls back and you reveal a little green leaf. he stumbles through a mismatched phrase before you stop him with that stupid grin.

"what? did you want something else instead?"

you can practically see the steam burst from his ears.

— 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

another night, another set of drinks for the anemo archon and his beloved. venti belts out a brilliant set of notes for just the two of you as you plop down beside him on the grassy hillside. the moonlight streaks down on you both through the stony fingers of the statue of seven.

"do you think master diluc will notice?" he mumbles aloud.

"notice what?"

"the wine we stole!"

you laugh, waving him off. "i left some mora on the counter, i'm certain he can put two and two together."

venti joins your laughter. then he strums the strings of his favored lyre. venti feels the buzz of alcohol hit the back of his throat and he's grateful for this brief moment of mundanity the two of you have been given.

"oh, venti."

he turns as you call him and it's at that moment he realizes just how close you've gotten to his face. his eyes briefly flicker down to your lips and the buzzed gaze in your eyes.

then you pull back, having grasped the bottle of wine behind him with a grin.

"another round?" you pause, noting the pink dusting his pale cheeks and the way he looks absolutely hypnotized with you."

"oh? did you think i was going to kiss you?"

venti seems to snap out of his trance and gives you an apparent pout. "of course! why else would you get so close?!"

"to get the wine?" you shake the bottle a little, raising an eyebrow at him.

"wah! then just ask me! now kiss me properly!"

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

kazuha's grown a little tired of your constant teasing for today. perhaps you woke up a little too mischievous this morning, but he's not sure how much longer he can tolerate your behavior.

once: this morning while attempting to wake him up, he was certain he caught you trying to kiss him. and yet, he was surprised to hear that you were just brushing hair out of his eyes.

twice: early in the afternoon when you grasped his waist and looked at him from over his shoulder. he even unconsciously leaned in towards you, but instead you moved in to your right in order to pass.

and now three times: after lunch, having just watched you walk away after cupping the side of his face and leaning in, only to be met with you wiping crumbs off his face.

"kazuha, is something the matter?"

he stares at you before flashing you a smile you're certain is bound to be trouble.

"not at all, but would you like to explain your actions today?"

"what actions?"

"are you playing coy with me now, y/n?"

"whatever are you talking about?"

kazuha leans in, reaching to grasp your chin and adjusting it to match your eyes to his. his eyes flicker down to your lips and the butterflies in your stomach swarm almost violently.

then, he stops, pulling back with an overly-sweet smile.

"still don't know what i'm talking about?"

you swallow thickly, taking in the peeved expression in his eyes. whoopsies.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 / 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

he should be used to these types of long night chats. he wants to be used to the way your voice chimes about the challenges of the day or the pleasures of it. but he also finds it addicting all at the same time.

the light of the candles illuminate your face as he listens carefully to you. whatever you're talking about has to do with something he can no longer attempt to remember. but you haven't asked him any questions on his comprehension of the matter so he doesn't clarify anything.

instead he watches your lips. the way they look so kissable, so delectable, so... ah, what were you saying again?

scaramouche snaps out of his stupor upon hearing his name leave your tongue. but, even then he hopes his eyes weren't about to tell you what exactly he was paying attention to.

"what?" he spits out.

"nothing, you seem a little distracted."

"well, you're wrong. i'm just getting sleepy is all."

you chuckle, scooting just a couple inches over to him. "i think i understand what's going on."

your face grows nearer to his and he can feel his heart ready to beat out of his chest and his face turn redder by the second. his eyes flicker down to your lips once more and for just a moment, he has to snap those eyes down to prevent them from tattling on his intentions.

your lips just barely graze his own and by then his skin is bursting red. but, you stop and you grin at him.

"you want to kiss me, is that right?"

scaramouche's eyes light up in a strangling embarrassment, but instead of the words he's ought to say it comes out a sputtering mess of emotions and excuses.

"what!? no! of course not! you- i—" then he pauses, grasping onto your wrist, "stop saying stupid shit like that and just kiss me if you're gonna do it already, okay??"

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a in anniversary is for apple pie! | cl16 smau

PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: charles and y/n return from their wedding anniversary dinner to find their daughter still awake and adamant about wanting the apple pie she was promised tonight! A/N: tysm for 500 followers🥹 pls accept this entirely sweet & happy fic as a token of my appreciation🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading <3

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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charles_leclerc Happy wedding anniversary to my beautiful wife, Y/N. You hold my heart in the palm of your hands, but I couldn't imagine it safer anywhere else. I'm excited for more, mon cœur 🙏❤️

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Fumbling, you struggle to insert the key into the lock, a task made unexpectedly difficult by your husband's impatience. His gentle kisses land on the nape of your neck, his soft whispers proving to be an unwelcome distraction. "Stop it! Can't you wait until we're inside?" you scold, attempting to maintain focus. But his arms remain securely wrapped around your waist, his affectionate gestures relentless. "Remember, we have to face the babysitter the moment we open the door."

"Mhm," Charles hums against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and a suppressed smile to your lips. You curse silently at the six-inch heels you foolishly chose, your knees growing weaker with each passing second, the shoes only exacerbating the situation.

With a soft click, the door swings open, a rush of relief flooding through you as you silently thank your lucky stars. But before you can fully absorb the scene, the familiar sound of footsteps, accompanied by a beloved voice, reaches your ears.

"Maman!" Your daughter's enthusiastic embrace threatens to topple you as her tiny arms envelop your thighs. The warmth of Charles beside you momentarily dissipates as he steps back, a look of surprise crossing his features.

Running a hand through his beard, he gently tousles D/N's hair as he asks, "What are you doing up so late, love?"

Annie, your babysitter, interjects with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, I tried to get her to bed, but she insisted you guys were making apple pie tonight." She scratches the back of her neck, shrugging apologetically. "I did my best, but this little one is quite determined, as I've come to learn. Right, D/N?" Annie redirects her attention downward, addressing your daughter.

“You promised me apple pie, Maman!” D/N's insistent plea rings out, her small fingers grasping the fabric of your dress. “And I want it now! I want it now! I want it now!”

Kneeling down to her level, you gently place a finger to your lips. “Alright, D/N, I can hear you, but not so loud. Remember, at night-time, we use our inside voice, okay?” Tenderly, you intertwine your hands with hers, tracing comforting circles on the back of her hands.

D/N nods solemnly and whispers, “You promised me you’d make apple pie, and I want it now. Papa,” she turns her pleading gaze to Charles, releasing herself from your grasp and wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve been waiting all day for this, please, Papa.”

Motioning for you to handle the situation with Annie, Charles scoops D/N up, settling her on his hip before disappearing down the hallway and into the kitchen.

You straighten up, offering Annie an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about that,” you say, reaching into your bag and retrieving an envelope labelled ‘Annie’s pay’. With a gentle gesture, you extend your arm, offering it to her. “This covers today, plus a tip, of course.”

Annie shakes her head, pushing the envelope back towards you. “I can’t accept this. I mean, I failed at getting her to sleep.”

“What?” You try to keep your voice steady, but frustration seeps through. “No, absolutely not.” Determinedly, you grasp her hand, pressing the envelope into her palm before folding it closed. “This is your money; you showed up today and did amazing, as usual. I promised D/N something, so that’s on me, really.”

She tilts her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure, Mrs. Leclerc?”

You let out a hum. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s just Y/N. None of that Mrs. stuff in this house, please,” you chuckle, “you're making me feel old.”

“Right, sorry, Y/N,” Annie quickly corrects herself.

Satisfied, you nod. “We’re getting there… But yes, I am absolutely sure. You deserve every single cent. Seriously,” you emphasise, “you’re a huge help to my family.”

"Alright, thank you, Y/N," Annie retrieves her bag from the hook on the wall and opens the door. "Have a good night."

"You too, Annie. Thanks again."

With a sudden slam, the door startles you for a moment before you release a long breath. You kick off your heels, relieved to be free of the "death traps" as you call them. As your feet meet the cool marble floor, a wave of calm washes over you, releasing the tension from your shoulders. It's exactly what you needed. Feeling much better, you slip off your coat and hang it beside the door before making your way into the kitchen.

A short while later…

"Alright," you lean over the counter, your forearms resting on the cool top, a warmth spreading through your heart as you watch Charles holding D/N in his arms, gently swaying side to side as they dance.

"That's what your mum and I were doing after we finished eating," he whispers.

D/N's high-pitched giggles fill the room, her tiny hand gripping a couple of Charles' fingers. "I want to come next time," she says, turning her head towards you. "Please, please, can I come next time, Maman?"

"Yes," you smile, "of course. Next time, you'll join us for our little anniversary date, okay?"

"Yay!" your daughter raises her hands in excitement, her face beaming.

Recalling the original plan, you clap your hands together. "Alright, D/N, are you still sure you want apple pie tonight? Not tomorrow or the day af—?"

"No, no, no!" she interrupts. "I want apple pie now!"

"Okay, okay… Time to wash your hands then, honey."

D/N squirms in Charles' grip, and when he finally releases her, she races for the sink in the corner of the room, immediately flicking the tap on.

Charles chuckles at the sight before turning his attention to you, stepping closer. You straighten up from the counter just in time as his hands envelop you, trapping you between the counter and his body.

"Looks like our plans will have to wait until later, huh?" you whisper, your voice taking on a sultry tone as your fingers trail up his broad chest, halting on his black tie, starting to unravel it.

Charles leans down, his warm breath slipping into the gap between your parted lips, the sweet tinge of red wine coating your tongue. "Looks like it… But I can wait, mon cœur," his voice resonates breathily as he closes the remaining distance between your faces, his soft lips meeting yours, hungry yet gentle. The kiss is brief, barely lasting long enough for you to savour the moment, though he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it slightly before releasing his hold and pulling away.

Remembering your husband’s earlier impatience when you were struggling to open the front door, you fold his tie and set it aside before raising a single brow, asking, “Oh, can you now?”

Charles nods with a sly smile, but before he can respond, D/N beats him to it, diverting your attention as she waltzes towards you.

“Hands are washed!” she exclaims, shaking her hands dry.

"Good job, darling." You slip from Charles’ embrace, grabbing the kitchen roll off the counter and passing it to D/N. "Here."

Once you and Charles have washed your hands, you begin assigning roles. "Baby," you address your husband, pointing, "You’ll chop up the apples, and D/N…" You tilt your head down at your daughter standing in the middle of the kitchen, her smile brimming with excitement. "Do you want to make the shortcrust pastry with me, honey?"

To your surprise, D/N shakes her head and rushes to Charles’ side, her cheek pressed against him. "I want to do what Papa is doing. I don’t want to work with you, Maman."

The admission elicits laughter from you and Charles, his chuckles resonating loudly through the room as D/N pulls open a few drawers and retrieves a butter knife and a chopping board before settling down at the dining table, her back turned to you.

As you turn around, you feel Charles’ strong arms enclose around your waist, his warm hands settling onto your stomach as he whispers into your ear, "You heard the little lady. Everything's just so much more fun with her dad, you know?"

“Shut the fuck up” you quip, jabbing him with your elbow.

“I heard that!”

D/N's words cause you to pivot, fixing your gaze on the back of her head. “I’m sorry, D/N, I shouldn’t have said that,” you concede, shooting a discreet glance at Charles. “It’s just that your father has a knack for being an annoying sh—” You cut yourself off before the insult fully forms, forcing a tight-lipped smile as Charles's laughter reverberates. “Let’s just say, he can be an annoying husband sometimes, you know?”

“No! Papa is never annoying, you’re wrong,” she counters, shooting you a reproachful look before redirecting her attention to Charles, waving. “Come on, Papa, I really want apple pie. Hurry up, I’ve already started!”

“Coming, my love,” Charles murmurs softly, turning back to you and lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He places a tender kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours. “So, I’m an annoying husband, huh?”

You smile and give a nonchalant shrug. “I could've said worse, trust me.”

“Papa!” D/N's voice rings out.

Charles barely flinches at your daughter's outburst, only chuckling softly and shaking his head as he moves toward the dining table, grabbing a cutting board and a knife along the way.

“Guys, we only need about eight to ten apples!” you call out from across the kitchen.

Charles winks at you. “Perfect, we have nine.”

Without further delay, you gather the ingredients for a shortcrust pastry and begin to mix them together.

Some time later…

As you finish rolling out the second dough, D/N rushes over, balancing a large bowl of sliced apples in her arms, and exclaims, “Here, Maman! We finished!”

"Thank you so much, my love," you reply, guiding her to settle the bowl onto the counter before heading towards the oven to turn it on.

Charles lifts D/N onto the counter, and you reach into the cupboard to retrieve the cinnamon, salt, flour, and sugar, handing them to your daughter. With a few instructions, she sprinkles the ingredients into the bowl of apples and begins stirring eagerly.

As D/N continues, you feel Charles' arms wrap around you, and he mischievously pinches the side of your waist, prompting you to shriek and swat his hand away, shooting him a playful glare. "Stop that!"

Once everything's mixed together, D/N eagerly assists you in assembling the pie while Charles holds open the oven door for you to slide it in.

"Perfect," you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "We did really well."

D/N squeals with excitement, jumping up and down before extending her hand towards you, palm facing up. "High-five, Maman!"

You promptly oblige, meeting her hand with yours before she moves on to Charles.

Two hours later…

"Two scoops of vanilla ice cream on your slice?" you inquire, arching an eyebrow at your daughter, who struggles to keep her head up, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily before snapping back open.

"Huh?" she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Yes, I'm starving, Maman."

You share a knowing glance with Charles, his dimples appearing as he smiles.

With a nod of understanding, you heap two scoops of ice cream onto her slice of golden apple pie, pushing the plate towards D/N.

Both you and Charles observe quietly as she struggles to eat even a single forkful before conceding defeat with a sigh.

Looking up from her plate, D/N's eyes flit between you and Charles, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Actually... I'm not hungry anymore." Before you can respond, she hops up from her seat, declaring, "I'm tired. I’m going to bed now."

She gives Charles a goodnight hug, then comes to you, avoiding eye contact as she quickly embraces you. "Good night, Maman."

In the blink of an eye, she vanishes from the kitchen, her footsteps on the marble floor echoing faintly as she races down the corridor, until they're drowned out by the resounding slam of her bedroom door.

You and Charles share a glance, both of you unable to contain your laughter.

After the laughter subsides, you stand up, holding D/N’s plate, and remark, “I’ll pop this in the freezer.”

As you finish storing everything away, Charles rinses the final plate and settles it onto the drying rack. Patting his hands on a paper towel, he fixes you with a tender gaze.

Though you know it's irrational, a wave of insecurity washes over you, making you acutely aware of all your perceived flaws.

"I love you. Happy wedding anniversary to us, mon cœur," Charles' sweet words halt your anxious thoughts as he closes the distance between you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Your breath catches as his tongue traces patterns across your collarbone, his teeth gently nibbling at your flesh.

It takes considerable effort to suppress a moan, but you manage to respond, "I love you, baby. Here's to at least eighty more."

You feel Charles' smile against your skin before he raises his head, eliciting a whimper as the cool air grazes your now raw neck. Before the sound can fully escape, Charles silences it by pressing his lips firmly against yours. The tension that had built up earlier floods over you like a tsunami, his hands exploring your body as your tongues dance, vying for dominance, until he breaks away abruptly.

Both of you are left breathless.

Once he catches his breath, Charles extends his hand to you, which you grasp eagerly—you need all the support you can get to avoid collapsing onto the floor; your legs feel like jelly.

Noticing your predicament, Charles' lips curl into a proud smile, prompting an eye roll from you as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, bridal style, and plants a tender kiss on your cheek.

"I think we should continue this in the bedroom, mon cœur," he whispers, carrying you down the hallway, anticipation making your teeth capture your bottom lip.

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[merakiui]

Azul getting darling pregnant crumbs....? 🥺👉👈

Him, so desperate and needy to knock you up... Maybe it's during mating season, or some kind of mer equivalent... Just Azul, filling up his beloved again and again until he's sure she's pregnant 😁 and darling can't help but go along with it, he's just so good at pleasing her!!! Her mind is so foggy by the time he's done with her....

YES YES YES. OTL mindlessly rutting into you with the sole intention of knocking you up. He's done his research well in advance to determine which positions are ideal and best suited when trying for a child (you will be folded into a mating press if it's the last thing he does). You checked out by round three, unable to do much other than hold him close, raking your nails along his back, and babble in his ear about how full you feel because he's emptied so much cum into you. 🫣 he's not stopping until he's exhausted or unable to cum anymore (whichever happens first). The entire time he's rambling about how he can't wait to start a family with you, how he knows you'll be such a great mother, so loving and sweet. He can't wait until you get so soft and round with his child growing inside you. He can't wait until your tits swell and fatten with milk!!!!!

He's so very excited. Surely you feel the same? But then of course you do. You're giving him such a hazy smile. There aren't any thoughts in that pretty head of yours, but that's okay. Azul can do the thinking for you right now, and the only thought in his mind is to knock you up. <3

[olessan]

Disappointed that DD2 has no canonical male romance options? HELP FIX IT!

In Dragon's Dogma 2 you can choose almost any NPC to be your beloved/romance option, like in the first game. You can literally pick anyone, including random road guards, to shower gifts upon and raise their affinity.

However. Only two NPCs are canonical romances.

Ulrika and Wilhelmina, both human women, have unique romance quests and scenes that conclude intimately (without any platonic option). Those are the only NPCs in the entire game that have them.

No hate on the girls, they're among my arisen's best buds, but having them be the only two with fully fledged romance arcs in the entire game is a bit absurd.

Pre-release marketing highlighted Ulra, Wil, as well as Guard-Captain Brant, Prince Sven (who tbf seems pretty young), elven siblings Glyndwr and Doirieann, and Empress Nadinia of Battahl and her Guard-captain Menella (who I assumed were a couple). Any of those characters should also have had unique scenes like Wil and Ulra, but they don't. That effectively makes Ulra/Wil the canonical options.

None of the npcs care about the arisen's gender. The main issue is that there are no male options with equivalent romance quest. There's nothing but crumbs for the guy enjoyers, which is somehow a step back from the first game where there was at least Julian.

There are three dudes who would have been strong candidates according to their plot importance:

Brant is the arisen's first and most important ally in Vernworth,

Sven could have been DD2's Aelinore (young noble in need of help) and could've caused loads of plot drama,

and Glyndwr is your introduction to the elf culture through his curiosity.

Do they get unique quests beyond their initial ones? Nope.

Anyway, we can potentially influence some getting added officially instead of as mods:

Capcom has released a player feedback survey.

The survey has questions on what you like, dislike, and would like to see in future content updates. It runs until April 21 and may well influence the future additions to the game.

I laid it on thick about them adding more quests and romance quests, and also about a Bitterblack Isle-type expansion.The more people that bring it up these issues the better.

Go forth, arisen <3

[sagau-my-beloved]

Heyyy it's that drabble I said I was writing, come get your crumbs

Warnings: general sagau, heavily suggestive but doesn't go past that, heavy codependency

Pairing: Venti/reader

"Do you crave my touch?" You asked innocently, or as innocent as that question could be asked, continuing to run your hands through Venti's hair in a soothing manner as his eyes remained closed in complete bliss, barely registering you had said anything at all, completely entranced by the feelings that so effortlessly flowed from you.

"Very much so." He admitted without hesitation, as if only stating the obvious, but still with the same blissed out smile.

Venti was currently in heaven, surely that's what this was, if not then it must have been above even that. As if heaven could hold a candle to your attention.

You arch an eyebrow, pulling your hands away from his hair after growing tired of the repetitive movement, you had been at it for hours after all.

This was one of the few times you actively chose to indulge him, usually he had to fight for your attention in fifteen minutes intervals between work and important meetings. So, when you revealed that it was a rather slow day and you'd be willing to take a few hours as a well deserved break, to say that he was completely over the moon would be an understatement.

Venti's eyes snapped open immediately, his entire face contorting into one of discomfort as if you had just slapped him.

The sensation of being without your touch after hours of so greedily basking in it was unpleasant, a dull throbbing that only  intensified as the seconds ticked by, in place of what was originally so soothing.

He grabbed hold of your hand immediately and pressed your palm against his face, once again melting into your touch as if it was made of life itself, and it really might as well been.

He almost felt the need to apologize for an action so forceful, but every thought was immediately wiped from his mind as your thumb gently caressed him, his eyes once again fluttering close.

It was amazing how much just a simple touch affected him so, you never would have imagined yourself in this position months prior.

You had observed that this was a common thing amongst everyone. For some reason, it was as if you simply projected your emotions, so you weren't particularly surprised how Venti was so desperate to keep you right here where he could practically bath in how happy you were to have him so close.

That was really the kicker, the feelings of bliss and pleasure and happiness he felt stemmed directly from you, directly from how you felt as you held him near you. He was feeling exactly how you felt about him and it was the best feeling in the world, one that he would gladly drown in.

But it had been a while, and you certainly had other matters to attend to. Regrettably the title of 'creator' came with more than just status.

You let out a hum and pulled your hand away again, intending this time to get up.

That decision was met with very obvious displeasure as your beloved Archon immediately reached for you again.

What you didn't know was that you really had spoiled him too much, allowed him to indulge in the honor of the euphoria you provide just a bit too long, and you were going to have a very hard time fixing that.

Whenever your fingers weren't on his skin, whenever he couldn't physically feel your touch, it was as if his soul cried out to him to rectify it, as if a massive part of him was simply torn away.

The Archon's mind, partially hazy from being drunk off the divine feeling of you, wasn't thinking entirely logically.

"Your grace please," Venti practically whined, falling further into you, "Don't stop."

You smiled slightly, he was frankly too difficult not to give in to. You could indulge him for another minute, but only one more.

You slid your other hand into his hair once more as he continued to practically nuzzle into the first.

"You're lucky you're unreasonably cute you know."

His whole body shuddered from the complement.

You traced one of your fingers softly over his jaw and he made a noise you could only interpret as something akin to a 'thank you', face still displaying that look of pure unbridled happiness.

As much as you wanted to stay there for another hour, carefully studying all of the expressions he made, you promised yourself you would only indulge him a minute and that minute had passed.

Using a decent amount of willpower, you finally pulled yourself back, quickly dodging him acting on his innate reaction to immediately pull you back.

This time the pain was more vivid, something more than just discomfort settling in the place where the memory of your touch lingered.

His eyes were wide now, fully awake and completely conscious of every little burning sensation that danced across his skin.

Venti grabbed your hand forcefully and desperately, causing you to instinctively pull away.

"I'm sorry!" He immediately apologized, seemingly horrified with himself, horrified that he had the audacity to be even slightly forceful with something as precious as you.

Though the way his very heart ached couldn't be ignored, so he swallowed his pride and looked up at you with a pained expression.

"Please, stay right here for a little longer, please your grace, I can't begin to describe how much I need you to." He sounded as if he was trying very hard to keep his voice steady but there was a frantic undertone to it, something that coincided with the way he seemed to wince.

You gave him a cautious look while standing, eyeing the door as his expression grew scared.

"Please..." Venti begged, this time with a completely unconcealed desperate tone, "It hurts—"

You wouldn't be lying to say you were on the fence before about how honest he was being, it was Venti, and he had a bit of a tendency to dramatically play things up, but this felt different.

You finally conceited, crawling back onto the bed and pulling him into your arms.

In no time at all he wrapped his arms and legs around you, pressing his face against your neck as if seeking some sort of protection.

"I'm sorry, so so so sorry..." He repeated over and over as his hold tightened, as if he was just so deathly afraid of being away from you.

"It's alright, you'll be ok." You mumbled, placing a kiss against on his head, sending shockwaves of pure bliss through his body.

"Don't let go, please." Venti's voice was muffled from how close he was pressed against you, but you could still make out every bit of emotion it contained.

This entire thing was... strange—

It was almost as if he seemed to tense up every time you moved even slightly, occasionally mumbling completely inaudible things into your neck, words of praise or admiration you could only assume.

You moved to once again run your fingers through his hair, petting him softly both as a form of comfort and to keep your hands idle, and, as expected, your touch was enough to make him whimper.

"Please..."

You perked up at his voice, it sounded quite similar to when he first awakens in the mornings, drowsy and soft around the edges, not entirely there.

"Do that... again..." Venti managed to plead in between heavy breaths, "Just like that..."

You couldn't help but oblige, unable to stop your body from heating up slightly at how intimate the situation had become.

He finally pulled his head away from you long enough to look up at you with glazed eyes, the euphoria making him dizzy.

You smiled at his dazed state.

However, worries did edge in the back of your mind.

He had never been quite this zoned out before, quite this dazed and desperate, was it possible for someone to overdose of affection alone? Maybe not normal affection, but you were pretty far from normal...

Lost in thought, you unconsciously moved your hands away.

As if struck by lightning, all pleasant feelings immediately left the poor Archon once more, gone and replaced by a throbbing pain.

Venti yelped, grabbing hold of your hand and your attention with it.

As soon as your touch graced him again, his heartbeat evened out, feelings of both physical and mental pain completely leaving him once more.

Alcohol was nothing compared to this.

He fell limp into you, or all but his hand, which was still holding yours so tight it was almost painful.

It was obvious now what was happening, your divine touch seemed to have some unintentional side effects—

Venti was happy, as if happy even began to describe it, and because of that he was complete putty in your hands, craving only your touch and the total bliss that followed.

You wondered how he might react to you telling him the entirety of Mondstadt was up in flames, that Teyvat itself was falling to ruin. You wondered if he would react at all.

It was obvious now that if you let go he would only beg you for more, but, if you continued to hold on, he'd stay dependent on you.

This... was going to be a problem.

"Venti?" You asked softly, letting your free hand glide over his back.

He let out a sigh of contentment, "My beloved... My world, my everything..."

Venti continued to mumble terms of endearment for a few seconds longer, moving your hand, which he was still reverently holding, up to his lips to press small kisses to your fingertips, a buzz on his lips from that contact alone.

"You feel so good... If it's your will that I become completely addicted to you then so be it. Just don't stop."

He looked at you as if he was oblivious to everything else, the world itself fading to insignificance.

Venti's eyes were beautiful, of course this wasn't new information, but the way they looked at you, catching your own and holding them there, so transparent with everything he was feeling.

You couldn't help but to lean forward and press your lips against his, causing those beautiful eyes to widen and fill with metaphorical hearts.

If your touch caused him unbelievable pleasure, your kiss was a thousand times more.

The intensity of just how amazing it felt shocked him, caused him to let out a small breathy moan he was unable to stifle, not that he had any intention of trying.

You pulled away after a moment, going back to just staring at him.

Venti looked exhausted now, eyes half lidded, fading in and out of focus.

That moment was what his entire life had been for, every single thing he ever experienced all leading up to that alone. If he had to live through every hardship a thousand times over only to experience that one more time, he would do it in an instant.

"I... I think... I'm going to collapse—"

True to his word, Venti immediately fell onto the spot beside you, body limp.

It seemed as if that kiss was the final straw—

You eyes widened, it was as if your mind couldn't decide whether to laugh or be concerned. He was still breathing at least, just sleeping, with that same blissed out smile no less. Seeing that, your mind decided on the former.

So it was actually possible to overload a God. You briefly wondered if the situation would have play out the same had it been one of your more human followers in his place.

Though, now that you thought about it more, it looked as though it would be very unlikely you'd be able to even touch another person with Venti around, not if the effect was anywhere close to that...

You tentatively moved away from him, looking closely for any signs of discomfort or pain as your touch finally left him, letting out a thankful sigh when he looked no different.

Your smile did fall slightly when the reality of exactly what you had waiting for you dawned.

Dutifully deciding not to waste any more time, sparing one more glance back, you finally left the room, moving ever closer to where your unfinished paperwork sat waiting patiently. Farther away from where the Anemo Archon slept soundly, and farther still from where he would soon awaken with a clearer mind, one swimming with all the ways he could possibly compensate for the honor you bestowed upon him, and, more importantly, all the ways he could prevent others from receiving the same.

[pearlywritings]

Sunday's deal

synopsis: you just want your husband to stay in bed with you on your day off.

prompt: 5

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

tw: fluff, established relationship, domestic moment, modern AU

word count: 1.1k+ words in total

a/n: check my Token of appreciation writing event!

Sundays are both long-awaited and despicable. 

Sundays are the only days when you and your husband get to spend entirely together. 

Sundays are just like any other day when Zhongli wakes up disgustingly early (without an alarm clock!). 

Sundays are full of reading together, occupying the kitchen to try out new recipes, laughing at the stupid jokes in one of his newspaper’s pages, going grocery shopping for the week where you get to pick the stuff and your beloved to push the cart until there is something you can’t reach. 

Sundays are the days when your man sees and hears the most of your pouting, your playful glaring, your dramatic and exasperated sighs and huffs.

All because his dignified ass doesn’t laze around in bed on a day off.

When your eyes crack open and a palm smacks against the mattress - where he is supposed to be - your mood immediately turns sour. You love your husband, you absolutely, heart-clenchingly and gut-wrenchingly do. But would it kill him to drop his prim and proper habits once a week?

Ah, right, those qualities were part of the reason why you fell for the charming gentleman in the first place.

With a quiet groan you force your body to roll onto the back and lay in a starfish pose with eyes once again closed. You know he’ll eventually return to the room, because breakfast in bed is an every Saturday tradition and you can smell the fine brew of the tea and fresh pancakes from the kitchen. So, you stay just like that, savoring the last remnants of drowsiness while plotting the ways to get him back in bed for more than just eating breakfast.

Now that you think of it, Zhongli actually let go of many of his ‘prim and proper’ antics. For you. He no longer shakes his head at the probability of crumbs getting onto the sheets when you share the morning meal or the evening snack in bed. He stays up late on nights before days off just to spend extra time with you, which was foreign to him a couple of years ago when he stuck to the same schedule every day. Despite having so much to tell you, he learnt to simply stay silent, basking in the communication through touch and fond gazes rather than words (oh you remember the times when it was impossible to shut the knowledgeable history professor up).

And there are so much more of the little things he’s done for you. You have been having this conversation with yourself almost every Sunday for years, always debating between “It wouldn’t hurt him to drop one more habit, right? My morning embraces should be tempting enough” and “He is already so perfect, why am I being so harsh on him for something so silly?”

That is why it’s always a guessing game for Zhongli in which mood you will be when he eventually comes back to the bedroom with hands full of your breakfast.

“Are you awake already, my gem?” The silky voice interrupts you mid-deciding the verdict for your upcoming attitude, making your eyes snap open and blink owlishly. “Awake, I see. Wonderful.”

There is a smile in his tone, and there is one on his face when your head turns to look at him putting the tray down on the bedside table and then digging his knee into the mattress. He reaches to where you are still sprawled and leans down to press a soft kiss to your nose, chuckling when you scrunch in cutely.

“‘Wonderful’, you say? Is there really anything wonderful in waking up and not witnessing the face of my husband?” There it is, the first huff of the morning. How many there are to come, the man thinks in amusement.

“But you’ve just witnessed it, no?” He is still hovering over you with slightly squinted eyes and a content smile. You scoff. Ah, here is another one.

“Not the same,” you mutter, but allow him to kiss you on the lips, not being mad enough to rob both of you of your every morning ritual. You never truly are. “I’ve been waiting for this Sunday, you know.”

“Oh?” He draws himself back when you start sitting up, averting his eyes, trying to remember if you made an agreement to go somewhere. “Did we have something planned today? Pardon my forgetfulness if that’s really the case.”

Straightening your back, you lift your arms high and give yourself a good stretch, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a pleased yawn. Zhongli can’t help but stare at you, enamored, wistful and lowering his guard.

“Mmm, no, nothing, my love. In fact…” Abruptly turning to him, you throw your outstretched arms around his shoulders and fall backwards, pulling his body with you. Zhongli unceremoniously slumps on top of you with an obscene groan, face tucked into your neck and ass sticking out. You nearly laugh at the sight of that. 

“In fact, let’s think about it in bed.”

Your husband sighs against your shoulder and accepts his defeat, folding his legs to the side and lying down more comfortably, still in your embrace.

“What were you waiting this Sunday for though, dear?” His fingers bury into the fabric of your pajama. You hum, running yours through his dark hair, coaxing a pleased gasp from his lips, provoking the eyelashes to tremble in the eyelids’ attempt not to slide close.

“To spend the day with you of course. Hoping that I’ll get that rarest, basically non-existent moment of you lazing in bed upon waking up.”

“You’ve been at it for years, Y/n,” his chest vibrates with laughter to which you roll your eyes.

“Could’ve succumbed at least once.”

“How about this,” he rolls onto his side, bringing you with him, so you both could hold each other in your arms and look directly into each other’s eyes. “Since we don’t have any date planned, don't need to fill the fridge and all the other activities can be transferred here - how do you look at spending the whole day in bed?”

“You mean it?” The gleam in your eyes is contagious and his shine with adoration upon gazing at your elated expression.

“I mean it. But first we’ll eat breakfast. Then I am all yours, you can cuddle me to suffocation if you so desire.”

“Don’t complain if I actually do.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. So, do we have a deal?”

You kiss him. Slowly and delicately, your lips move together, sealing the unwritten pact with a supreme seal, meeting in a couple of more dances just for the good measure, until there is no breath left.

“Yes, Li,” you murmur, pecking his chin and sighing happily. “We have a deal.”

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

hiii, could i request general blitzø x reader content?? honestly anything, i’m begging for crumbs at this point, there’s like no content for him 😭

OMG YES UGHHHH BLITZø MY BELOVED AUSB i have a few other prompts of him (that aren't ask) and he is jushfgshg i love him reader is implied to be an imp but can be read as any type of hellborn

He makes me laugh | Blitzø x GN!Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: Mentions of NSFW but nothing too serious

Blitzø couldn’t understand how he got so lucky. His tail flicked behind him as he watched you interact with his daughter. Loona, who normally snarled at people to back away, was engaging in a conversation with you about a shared interest. Shockingly she was the main one talking, as you listened. That was possibly his favorite thing about you, that you lent an ear to those who believed that they didn’t have a voice. 

You were his most healthy relationship, by a long shot. Being patient with him, picking up the shattered pieces of his shell,  and helping him back together, no matter how many cuts you received. If he could compare his relationship to anyone, it would be M&M, which was a just compliment in his mind. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, before smiling at him. 

Blitzø swears that if he was capable, he would have exploded. He let out a soft purr as his tail flicked harder. He was so caught up in staring at your perfectly hand-crafted face, that he didn’t notice that a client had walked in, standing in front of him while waving their hands. It took Loona yelling his name for him to snap out of his thoughts. With a slightly embarrassed look, he took the client into his office. Loona huffed and turned to you.

“Seriously, what do you even see in him?” She asked, propping her paws on the table. She began to scroll on her phone as you plopped right onto the table and looked at the office door, trying to think of a way to answer her question. The real answer was what he didn’t see in him. 

You had met him through horse riding lessons, being the teacher. Though you normally dealt with kids, be it their parents who paid for the lessons or a school trip, there was always the odd adult who wanted to say they rode a horse once in their life. Though Bliztø was far from the regular adults, his excitement reached that of a child. Throughout his lesson, you both talked and it led to him walking away after his lesson, overjoyed to have ridden a horse and your number in his hand. 

Though it took him a couple of days, he did get back to you, inviting you to hang out with him. You agreed, thinking ‘What the hell,’ and gave it a shot. Safe to say, you woke up the next morning sore, and your clothes were everywhere. 

It didn’t take long after that for you to start falling for the imp; however, through the late-night talks you had with him anytime you two either slept with one another or you had a casual sleepover, a relationship was the last thing that he needed. So instead of rushing into one and possibly blowing the thing up, you decided to be his rock, what kept him grounded. By being there for him, you could ensure that he was able to have someone to lean on. While you had no way of knowing if you were truly helping, you could for sure count on his actions to tell you.

It started small, with Blitzø holding your hand when you went you both went out. Then it slowly escalated to small kisses, first being played off as platonic, nights in which you two would just enjoy each other's company and ended with Blitzø asking you out. While your first date with him wasn’t fancy, it was the fact that you and Blitzø had spent the night with each other, cooking and watching movies. Of course, that night there was a serious, yet open and honest conversation about your relationship moving forward. You both had put on the table that you wanted a relationship, however, Blitzø wasn’t entirely sure about the idea of it, given his track record. You were the one to propose an open relationship, which could work with the proper boundaries. Explain it as a way for him to test the waters without necessarily being tied down. He agreed to it, though he was slightly reluctant that he would do something to screw it up.

It had been a couple of years since that conversation, and you both met more people. Blitzø took you to the adoption of Loona, you were the one to break out Blitzø and Moxxie, and you were there when the I.M.P opened for business. Of course, Blitzø had his off days, where he would shut the world off and retreat into himself, but you stayed. You couldn’t leave the very demon that brought you joy and leave the little found family that was started all by him. With your answer, you look back to Loona who was scrolling on her phone. You smiled softly and said,

“He makes me laugh.”

sigh...i love u blitz...wanted to include stolas in this but i have plans for him...

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

On the element of the recent anon misconduct;

I think the reason anons got really aggressive in the hospital is because, until 00's tip, learning things was almost completely on us. Beside intermissions and the occasional wink-wink nudge-nudge from Bee, everything from how the virus works, how to spawn things, use commands, character lore, characters themselves, all had to be determined by asks testing and pushing things blindly.

And to be fair I LOVE that dynamic, it makes this blog what it is, it adds a sense of risk and realness to decisions, and in a way lets the audience progress as a character, which is why so many feel such a strong connection to the story. They haven't just facilitated a story for a fictional character, they've gone on the journey themselves. All the things they have are their own, and hard fought for.

That said, when anons realize that A, their most beloved character (& frequent source of story) has been lying to them, and B, that the real answers are right behind a door, then they may decide to take matters into their own hands, as they've learned to.

yeah i was surprised by the thing but i can't say it was entirely unexpected . being stuck with such a stubborn character who would Lie and Deny things to her own detriment and having a Golden Backstory Crumb Passage down the hall would also make me go " ooooooo what's this "

i had to throw that tip in because we gotta change things up a little if we want our favorite rag doll to survive to phase 3 LSMAIOH you have to give her Treats ( praise and words of affirmation )

[kaiju-krew]

Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I’m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

[sqnos]

loser monologue.

manjiro sano x fem!reader (1.8k)

warnings: some explicit nsfw, angst + implied tr spoilers not proof read

a/n: this is soso bad im sorry im gonna post this and ghost this site forever </33 anyways this fic follows the lyrics of loser monologue by sign crushes motorist

i stare at your pictures for hours on end

dreaming, fantasizing about holding you

feeling my hands on your bare skin

just being with you



the numbing atmosphere wrapped around manjiro's body as he sat on the edge of his bed, moonlight illuminating his pale features while he reaches for a familiar portrait. the edges of the photo have weakened, growing flimsy as the structure had deteriorated over time. despite this, manjiro saw the picture the same every time, just like how he did when it was first printed out of shinichiro's old canon camera - one he had inherited after his brother's death.

as manjiro brought the picture closer into view, your familiar face welcomed his sight. the only light flinting onto your picture was from tokyo's street lights, captivating your features etched permanently onto the photograph. his impassive black eyes skimmed the back of the paper as he flipped it, reading the date while he vividly recalled the day.



june 18th, 2006

the former blonde had always thought you were stunning. in his eyes, no one compared to your beauty. he admired everything about you - the way you looked in the mirror to style your hair or the way the sunlight touched your skin and illuminated every feature. the imperfections you saw were only human to him, the blemishes and freckles that littered your skin, and the slight crease between your eyebrows that grew from the occasional scoldings he faced when he fought.

that particular day, you had been walking along the docks manjiro always visited. he carried with him a piece of taiyaki, stuffed with red bean paste that he generously munched on while you made your commute. as you sat on the concrete structures, you looked ahead and admired the gaze of the sun. the wind grazed your hair, blowing it back to reveal more of your face as you turned to manjiro with a slight smile - one he always adored to be blessed with.

the two of you spent hours along the water, admiring the beauty of your surroundings. for you, the surroundings were the way the sun paved light against the grass, the wind blowing against the stray flowers, and the occasional wildlife that passed by. for manjiro, his admiration was solely for you. it was discreet and you were far too enamored with nature to notice how he looked in your direction. hours of talking about school, what you wanted to do when you grew up, and how you planned to stay along each other's side the whole way. you didn't know it would never happen, but it wasn't your fault. sharing earbuds and listening to each other's favorite music while you passed jokes until sunset. he remembers taking the picture. the way the light flashed and your soft laughter could be heard ringing in his ears - only now it was a faint echo, something he wouldn't allow himself to experience again. he had shared some of his taiyaki with you, something he was adamant about keeping for himself despite your pleas. but there was one thing manjiro was entirely weak for - love. so, for you he allowed you to finish his beloved snack. he had taken the picture in the middle of you eating the treat, being graced with a slight scold of how it's 'impolite' to take a picture while you're eating. he couldn't care less, though. manjiro found himself smiling at the faint crumbs around your mouth and the close-mouthed smile that stretched your lips. 

when the cold nipped at your bare skin, manjiro made sure to encase his hand in yours as he led you to his bike. he'd drive you home, peaking over his shoulder occasionally to see how you took in the night of tokyo. the way your eyes gleamed, the way he could feel your grip around his waist tighten as you buried your head into his back with a giggle. 

god, you were so beautiful.

manjiro was too busy reliving the memory to notice the way his finger brushed against the photograph, caressing your cheek while he continued to get lost in his thoughts.



but i know it'll never happen

but i can't stop myself from fantasizing



the long black locks cascaded over manjiro's face as a sigh escaped his mouth. often times late at night, his mind would drift and he would think about what could've been if he never left. but he would never know because he could never go back. he can't help but wonder if you would love him how he is now. would you still hold him tightly like you would on your late motorcycle rides? would you still comb his hair back and style it when draken didn't have the time to? would you still look at him with those eyes - the ones he can't help but feel staring back at him even through the old memories.

"'jiro, sit still!" your muffled reprimands entered his mind once more.

"god, how does draken even deal with you sometimes?" you giggled under your breath, trying to hold the hair tie between your teeth while you split manjiro's blonde hair. he could feel your nail card through his strands, leaning into your touch as he retold the events of his dream from the previous night.

"it was the best! i could feel the wind against my skin when I was racing," he chuckled as he rocked back and forth. "someday, i'll be racing on the track professionally," he added, turning his head once he felt you tug his hair into a half-up. he could see the ghost of a smile flint on your lips as you spoke.

"does that mean i get to cheer you on from the sidelines?" you asked, tilting you head with a smile.

"only if you're still buying my weekly dorayaki," he teased, his dark eyes admiring your features while you brushed any loose strands away from his face. 

you rolled your eyes, taking his hand in yours while you guided him to stand up. "come on, you'll be late for school," you reminded him, the warmth from your hands providing a blank expression of surprise across the blonde's face as you let out a soft giggle.



you're so beautiful and funny

and anytime i see your picture or even hear your name, 

my stomach flips and i get butterflies

every word you say sends goosebumps over my body



loving him must've been easier in your head. as he sits in his room - thumbing at your photograph the way he had done so many times before - he recalls his last memory of you.

it was different this time. it was so real, even when he was just reliving the past. he would do anything to touch you and drag his hands across the expanse of your body, caressing your waist and holding your hand as he slowly fucked himself into you.

"doing so good f'me," he praised as he hovered above you, stroking the stray wisps of hair that stuck to your forehead from perspiration. he let out soft groans, feeling you clench around him as his thrusts grew strategically deeper. 

"always so pretty," he grunted, his onyx eyes peering into your own as tears welded on your lash line. your hands wandered manjiro's, hugging him closer to your chest as he continued fucking your cunt. goosebumps spread across his skin at your touch, one so gentle that he could only receive from you.

"m-manjiro," you whimpered, burying your head into the crevice of his neck as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. it was desperate - the cries you wailed for him and the occasional whimper he'd let slip. you had waited so long for this moment; getting this close to him. "i'm gonna cum," the plea escaped your mouth, prompting manjiro's eyes to flicker on your glossy, abused lips. 

he grunted, shifting his eyesight away from your face as he buried himself deeper, "cum for me," he whispered, "wanna feel you come undone on my cock," 

his voice was entirely demanding but remained to carry an undertone of affection alongside it. this moment was perfect - the moonlight glistening upon your sweat-glazed bodies as occasional thuds of your bedframe roamed through the room.

you whined as your cunt constricted, clenching him tight to your walls as you felt your orgasm wash over you. desperate cries of his name fell from your lips, the feeling of him filling you up overtaking your senses.

manjiro slowly pulled out, his hands making haste to support your limp body as he guided you to lay on his chest. the heat spread satisfyingly throughout your body as you lay there alongside him, glossy eyes fluttering closed while feeling manjiro's thumb wipe away your leftover tears.

"i'll love you more than you'll ever know,"

it was the last night he ever shared with you. he knew his battle against the second generation of toman was tomorrow and he wanted nothing but you to keep you by his side. but it was wrong. it was selfish. he couldn't ridden you with his compulsive tendencies. every time he blacked out and saw more blood seeping through the wrinkles of his hands; he knew he was losing control, and he would lose you soon too.

he couldn't risk it. living with all he's lost and knowing you would just be another causality dealt with his own hands. the life you would live alongside him wasn't the one you dreamt of as children. it was violent, murderous, and dangerous. you deserved better, didn't you? 

he wants to go back. he misses you so badly - you were his comfort, his person. but it's gone now. the years of friendship - no, the years of something more that grew gradually between the two of you were wasted and thrown out. tossed to the back of the blonde's mind like nothing more than a bad dream. he'd atone for it soon, he just wasn't sure when. surely, this was the life he deserved, was it not? if he had, he couldn't guarantee the safety of you or anyone remotely close to him. so he sits in his million dollar penthouse alone. the darkness crowding the house as he sits there and stares at your photo, the one he had held so many times before but could never quite feel the warmth nor the comfort he sought. this weekly routine he followed, he was still holding onto everything he had.



i've tried for so long not to look at you

to not look at pictures of you

to cut off all contact with you

but i can't stop it

i can't stop how i feel

i don't know if i'll ever stop feeling this way

at least not for a long time

[drangercore]

Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud​

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life's work, but that's rather what they've gone and done. Now they're trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf in a cable knit cardigan. It will require the combined power of their keen intellects to get them home, if they'd stop arguing long enough to use them. As it turns out, history is just one damned accident after another.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Relationship: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Art by @gingerhuneybee​, @jjuuppiter​, @jaxxartbox​, & yours truly

My first fanbind! 

L&OHA is an impeccable story and is so very dear to me. This was the fic that made me go “I want that on my shelf!”, so here we are. 

keep reading for more binding info and to see my gushing on the fic.

QUICK SPECS

153,854 words | 571 pages | 5″ x 8.5″ 

Binding Method: 3 Piece In Boards Bradel  Body Font: Adobe Caslon Pro Decorative Font: IM Fell English

I am very proud of this book, having accomplished many firsts with it. My first book that I rounded and backed, sewed double-core endbands on, painted the edges, and used toner reactive foil and HTV on!

ON THE STORY

Sighs. What more can I say? It’s simply brilliant. A unique multifaceted story with incredible dynamics, clever foreshadowing, great character studies of Draco and Hermione, and such beloved original characters. It’s comedic and refreshing but it also takes on grief and goodbyes, and heartbreak. It’s fucking romantic and also So nuanced. I dislike stories that spoon-feed every little thing about the character, so the parlor tricks on this one? Ate every crumb of it. It was filled with implications and was misleading in the best sense. You’ve got to be an astute reader to catch some things the first round (which I definitely wasn’t). 

While it doesn’t entirely shy away from typical lovey-dovies, the regard for mundanity and the inconsequential, I just find more inherently romantic. The exploration on time travel and the vivid prose further underscores the depth of PR’s talent. She captures so eloquently, the mind of an extremely logical person in a very illogical experience. I saw myself in Hermione so many times. The story demands to be read again and revels upon doing so. Pacific Rimbaud is such an incredible writer *sobs* all her works are simply a masterpiece. 

That said, this beautiful story deserves to be turned into a physical book.

DESIGN PLAN (or lack thereof) 

This is my first fanfic project and my third book overall which I must say was quite a leap considering my very little binding experience. I think the demon small niggling part at the back of my head got the best of me and positively thought she could make a relatively fastidious book despite the lack of skill. BUT nothing can stop me when I am overly enthusiastic about something, thus began my 2 month research, soaking up every gobbet of binding info in reach. As far as my book binding journey goes, gathering supplies was the hardest part lol. Bookbinding is not a common hobby in the Philippines so it was tedious to to look for materials and/or to settle on alternatives.

I credit 70% of the 4 month stretch of this project to my indecision. The novelty and sheer excitement with a new hobby, I think, divested me to properly conceptualize heh. I redid my typeset 1 billion times because I kept switching softwares: Word→ Pages→ InDesign. I probably have 8 versions of the typeset that will never see the light of day. Anyway, I did finally get the stuff done. Here’s my little design dump:

Nothing symbolic about the design really. I just worked around elements I thought were appropriate with the regency era and time traveling aspect: vines/ flowers and the time turner. I tried to reflect PR’s elegant writing in the book so hopefully I did it some justice. I added my fave works for this fic too and even drew fanart myself, here are some of them:

BINDING

I watched DAS bookbinding religiously during my research phase and I knew then that I wanted to someday follow his in-boards 3-piece bradel tutorial, but it wasn’t supposed to be so early on in my binding journey. One look at this book however threw me off course. It was incredibly ambitious of me, so I guess I deserved all the stress I endured in the process. I was supposed to trim the edges in between glueing the spine and rounding/backing, but I only had my poorly sharpened Php145 wood chisel to finish the task. That and nursing the finger my chisel wounded took enough time for the glue to dry, so I was fiddling with a stiff textblock the entire time after. I learnt along the way that a blow dryer and bone folder will be your best friends (and plenty of patience). I’d also like to apologize to my neighbors if you heard any hammering at 1am 😳 

The covers were... finicky. For some reason, midway, I decided to make either covers differently, and all to the good because the one made following DAS’ tutorial ended up slightly warping. DAS’ was with two 1.25mm boards glued together, while my experimental one was with a single 2.5mm board of which I peeled layers off of to reduce its thickness in half as needed.  (see pictures below for reference)

A lot of how the book looks like now is either born out of impulse or a desperate remedy. The book in turn is very gold. Chapter headers were impulsively foiled with gold laser reactive foil (so much for illustrating the headers only to cover them up haha *eye twitches*). 

I accidentally stained the edges while smoothing with black sandpaper so I covered the mess with an admix of Sakura acrylic paint in black and Liquitex acrylic ink in iridescent gold (Paint order: 1 layer gold- 2 thin layers black- 3 layers gold).

 I am very proud of my sewn endbands as this was my very first attempt at doing a double-core. I used DMC cotton threads in cream (712) and gold (E3821). Below is a close-up because why not. (as you can see, I had some flaking on the paint, luckily this was on the bottom edge so I fixed the issue on the more visible sides.)

I don’t like the bookcloth selection where I’m from (if there’s anything at all) so I made my own with pastel blue eco-ramie cloth, flour paste, and 80gsm paper. I ordered my fabric online and the shade was too icing-like. It looked tacky so I bleached to lighten. The white cloth also came from the same fabric which I bleached till it paled to white.

Titling was one of my biggest worries because majority of binders I saw were using a cricut to cut HTV. I almost entertained the idea of cutting it manually or even painting or embroidery, but to my luck, I found a local shop that offers vinyl ! cutting !! service !!! I sent them my design and they cut and weeded the vinyl for me. I chose white for the title and metallic gold for the vine detail. I messed up applying the word “historical” though, but let’s pretend i did it on purpose for the vintage feel.

Four months of faffing later, I have this story in corporeal form! Overall, I’m overjoyed with the outcome and I’d like to thank PR for the opportunity to have such a wonderful story on my shelf (and free to be read by anyone!)

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! 

[shadow-is-now-sinning]

As a Ganon fan for some time (started with twilight princess he looked so fine man) it surprises me the low quantity of fics for him (same with Bowser) at the same time there isn't a doc where thxs to magic Ganon mom's come back. Like imagine meeting twinrova and them being super excited because FINALLY their son got a s/o who doesn't care if he's victorious or not. Or even they don't care if he's in his human form or not. Please could you write a fanfic where Ganon is embarrassed by his mom's being excited over his s/o? Like it would be so fluffy

Ganondorf and Bowser seem popular but it doesn't seem like it considering you have to traverse the entire internet for mere crumbs. Took so long cause I really struggled with ideas plus writing on your phone kills your fingies.

Content: Third person pov. Gerudo Ganondorf leaning towards Twilight Prince per mention in request, Ganon calls s/o dear and beloved. Mentions of marriage. Pretty short around 500 words.

S/o: s/o is written gender neutral with they/them pronouns. No physical descriptions

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As feared as Ganondorf Dragmire was, it was an immensely amusing sight to see his surrogate mothers baby the giant man. Kotake and Koume were on him the microsecond he stepped into the dwelling.

“My handsome young man,” the twin with red accents holds up her hands to the large man’s face. Similar to a grandparent squeezing their grandchild’s face to ‘see them better’

“Mother Kotake, we have a guest,” Ganondorf says, seemingly unbothered by what’s happening, moving the twins’ attention to his partner. The twins zoned in on them before looking at each other.

"Sister, I think our son has finally grown up," Kotake says, earning a huff from her son. Koume nods enthusiastically.

"Come in, Come in!" Koume guides the two further inside. The building was old, obviously just some place they chose just out of necessity. It looked well loved with rustic-worn furniture filling the space. Mystical objects and potions also filled the shelves. Along with miscellaneous creatures and substances. Ganondorf promptly guided his partner away from them, pressing lightly on their back.

Kotake waves Koume away, getting a pout from the glacial witch as she goes back to what they were doing before their son's arrival. Without prompting Ganondorf settled down, the chair creaked with protest but held up nonetheless. Sitting next to him they didn't have much time to get comfortable before Kotake offers a teacup containing something. Decidedly it wasn't tea. Ganondorf had received his own cup, miniscule in his armored hands. Looks like he's using a child's tea set Feeling his partner's eyes he looked at them with a slight tilt on his head.

"Is something the matter my dear. Are my mothers making you uncomfortable?" Ganondorf's voice carried a slight worry of the thought.

Shaking their head, Ganondorf releases a sigh of relief. Placing the now empty cup down. Kotake lingered nearby not wanting to interrupt the couple.

A few moments of silence filled the room before Koume spoke from across the room.

"So Dear, are you going to introduce your partner to your mothers?" Kotake nodded eagerly at her sister's words.

"Yes, yes, introduce them to their in-laws."

Ganondorf sighed, "We aren't yet engaged." This is why he waited so long to introduce his mothers. Koume took this time to hurry over grabbing his partner's face between her hands before her son could stop her.

"Yet, so you plan on it?" Koume says. They try to remove themselves from her grasp but she has a mean grip for an elderly woman.

"I've thought about it, Mother Koume. We haven't discussed the concept of marriage." Ganondorf relents.

"It's been ages since another monarch sat on the throne. Such a dashing pair you two would be." Kotake says with a pensive tone. The knuckle of her index finger resting on her chin.

"Come Koume we have plans to discuss," Kotake starts walking away before pausing to talk over her shoulder, "as the elder sister I will be handling wedding planning."

Koume had moved to follow a sputter in her walk at Kotake's words.

"Why I never. Lying to our son's partner. I'm the eldest by 5 minutes." Koume resta her hands on her hips and Kotake turns to give her sister a glare. Ganondorf stands holding his hand out for his partner to take.

"They are going to be a while, beloved." he says, guiding them out of the house. The twin witches squabbling louding as they did.

"So, about our marriage," they looked up at Ganondorf who refused to make eye contact.

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Rest assured more Ganondorf content is coming. Headcanons and fics alike.