#foxes go like AAA AAA AAA

[magickedhat]

                              @theaterism​​   /    continued.

wren couldn’t say what their dream had been about.   it had dispersed like smoke parts for a swinging hand, yet they knew bits of reality had slipped into it as well, a fleeting dream that had started wren into wakefulness, bleary and disoriented.   something moved beside them, twisted and groaned.

wren was on their feet in moments.   light spilled across the room as they flicked a lamp, allowing themself to take in foxtrot’s shape: tangled in blankets like an acrobat with no grace, he jerked and gasped in ways that sent wren’s heart pounding.   they reached for him, an unrestrained instinct, calling his name---only realizing their mistake when tearful eyes stared right through them and trembling hands smacked them away.   wren’s heart skipped a beat, but they remained, and his apologies fell on deaf ears.

“it’s okay!   it didn’t hurt, it’s okay.   god, i---  are you okay?”

their entire body ran on electricity.   a million thoughts raced through their mind at once, of things they ought to do or say on top of things they should not do or say, but at last they climbed onto the tumbled sheets to brush his cheek.   it was sleek with sweat; he was drenched, drowning.  “d’you want me to get you anything?   water, or tea, or---?” 

[ladyaster]

I can’t take people who say that Sneasler is the worst pokemon ever designed seriously when Aromatisse has existed since 2013. Especially since Sneasler is kind of the poster child of video essays regarding why “Legends Arceus bad”.

Let’s be real here, if Blaziken and Lucario were 8th/9th gen pokemon rather than 3rd and 4th gen respectively, they would be loathed and reviled instead of seen as untouchable and iconic.

[alicedyerappreciator]

waking up early:

pros: awake and functional by reasonable times, I got really close to a robin, you see the sun rise, you have time to do the things you want

cons: my partner(who i love dearly)(and want to share my life with) does not wake up early.

[mamayan]

Aaa!!can I request NSFW with Yandere! toji? I was thinking... Reader is binding from Toji and he's taunting her even though he already knows where she isz going "here,kitty,kitty" thank you for reading!!💗💗

Yandere Toji is 100% into the neko franchise. Absolutely I will! Darling in this will already be broken by Toji. Enjoy★彡

★ RUN BUT DON’T HIDE ☆

Yandere! Toji x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW•Implied kidnapping•Stockholm Syndrome•Dom/Sub relationship•Edging•Fingering•Size Kink•Penetration (V)•Patronizing•Pet Names•Spanking

What started as something that should’ve been fun has now turned into a small nightmare.

He’d been smug that morning staring down at you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed with a familiar mischievous glint in their depths. Standing barefoot in the kitchen wearing only his silk pajama pants, he’d made you a proposition you couldn’t turn down. You evade capture for 10 minutes, and he’ll take you out to the mall for the entire day tomorrow. It’s clearly impossible to win against him, and you were suspicious in accepting such a deal because even 10 minutes seemed to too long… but he offered a head start of 5 minutes.

Foolishly, like always, you believed for just a moment you stood a chance.

You were given one rule though. Toji told you very specifically, “Run all you like baby, but don’t you dare try and play hide and seek with me. I’m not in the mood for that.”

He blindfolded you and drove silently to an unknown destination, and when you’d taken off the blindfold, you realized you were at some sort of abandoned factory surrounded by forest.

Toji was dressed casually, but even then his muscles strained beneath his black shirt and jeans, his sunglasses pushed on top his head as he eyed his watch and then you curiously.

“Not gonna run? Time has already started baby. If I catch you before ten minutes… well, you’ll find out won’t you?” You didn’t waste anymore time, his smile telling you he’s up to nothing good, taking off in a pair of sneakers not meant for this sort of activity. Your goal was to make it to the forest line and use the trees as cover.

You had severely underestimated your own stamina and how big this site actually was. How could you possibly run the entire time? You barely walked around the house, because despite Toji’s insistence that you’re a little brat, he never hesitates to carry you and baby you.

You really intended to listen, you weren’t trying to disobey him, but you had panicked the first time his voice had sounded close, it’d been instinctual to hide.

You’d ducked inside one of the warehouses, enormous and filled with heavy machinery haphazardly hidden by yellowing tarps. You’d unintentionally trapped yourself, and when you realized it too late, you’d heard his voice.

“What’d I say kitten?” His normally cool or somewhat boastful voice was deathly neutral and had you struggling to pull air into your lungs. The fight or flight instinct within you choosing flight despite knowing what happened last time you’d disobeyed so blatantly. You fled deeper into the warehouse, passing equipment and conveyer belts and the like until you reached an area with a plethora of crates and forgotten trash.

It was so silent in the building it made you briefly wonder if he turned around to search for you elsewhere. You knew better though, Toji is a careful man and by no means foolish. You could only pray he was being lax in this game, his senses not sharpened like when he works. You could just hide for a little, until you’re sure he’s not inside anymore, and then escape out to the forest as planned and pretend to win.

Easy enough, in theory.

You really can’t be faulted. Whether intentionally or not Toji Fushiguro is a man who radiates danger. You running and hiding is as natural as a rabbit avoiding a fox.

Crouched down between some crates that concealed you very well, you held your breath for a moment and waited. You’d count to 100 and then you’d-

“Here Kitty Kitty…” Despite the playful twist of his words, you felt your spine tingle in anticipation as sweat dotted your hairline. It was slightly humid inside, no cool breeze blowing like outside. The musky scent surrounding you hopefully concealed your natural odor, Toji quite familiar with it. Heavy footsteps and a casual pace, Toji searched leisurely. You just wished he’d hurry up and call a quits to look somewhere else.

He started whistling.

A soft little tune, he paced just around your little hiding spot. You wished you could keep an eye on him, but it’d give your location away immediately.

“Not gonna come out?” He asked as if you had a choice. You would be getting punished no matter what now, and even as tears pricked your eyes a little at the unfairness of the situation. His punishment severity usually rested on his mood but today it was hard to get a read on him. You just didn’t know. It left you shaky and uneasy inside.

It was deathly silent for a moment, and as you finally counted to a 100 and found no more signs of him, you took a small peak around the crate to your right.

Empty. Your head barely had time to turn before Toji’s face appeared right before you, ripping a small shriek from your throat as you fell back on your ass in panic.

“What’s wrong? Don’t look so scared. This is what you wanted, I was pretty clear on the rule wasn’t I?” He’s standing to his full height, looking down at you with a condescending sneer.

“Get up” you’re scrambling to obey, shaking lightly and eyes watering just a hint as you keep your head down. Eyes glued to his dark sandals, anything to not look at his face right now.

“Turn around, hands on the wood.” Confusion and fear mingle as you turn to face the stacked wooden crates, putting your hands on the one directly in front of you.

Nothing happens for a moment, dread sinking deeper as you try to fathom what he’s planning. He’s likely going to fuck you, his favorite pastime using you as a cock-sleeve isn’t anything new, but he’s sadistic on occasions like this. You squeak pathetically when his large hands grip your hips and manhandle your pants down to your knees, underwear included. A hand is placed in the middle of your back, pushing you forward to lean slightly against the crate in front of you. “Put your thighs together” he’s kicking your feet despite his order, not giving you time to really catch your balance as you fall further forward.

His own clothing rustling alerts you, and you wonder if he’s really planning to shove all of himself inside you when you’ve had zero prep like this.

Toji can certainly be cruel, but he’s never done that before. It’d likely tear you-

You’re sniffling and crying before you know it. Shaking like a wounded fawn, so much it draws a deep frown on Toji’s lips, scar pulling, as he eyes you. What was going on in your head? It was irritating to him.

“Stop fucking crying” his crude words punctuated by a hand weaving into your hair and gripping tight enough to sting. Toji spits on his already aching hard cock, lubing it up a little, before slotting his cock not inside you, but between your closed thighs. You startle for a moment, whining as he twists your head back around to prevent you from looking as he pulls back and pushing forward again.

Oh

“T-Toji-”

“What’s got you crying, hmm? You sorry for something?” He sets a slow pace, just letting his cock slowly grow more lubricated from your dripping cunt by the second. His tip so generously brushing your clit but only lightly and nowhere near enough to get you off.

“I-I didn’t mean to…to hide, oh…” a little sigh leaves you, as does the adrenaline rush you’d been on. It was leaving you slightly limp in his hold as you calmed. Toji uses it as a chance to yank you softly back against him. His hand leaving your hair and moving to circle your waist, hoisting you up to dangle in his hold. His thick thighs cage your own, forcing yours together so your soft inner thighs become an even tighter place to fuck. Your back to his chest allows him to watch his fat leaking tip poke out as he thrusts forward between your slick soft thighs. Groaning, his pace increases, and as do your whimpers and the need to cum. Your hands hold onto his forearm keeping you up, and you feel like a doll for his pleasure more than ever. He moans and pumps his twitching cock in between your thighs over and over, riling you up as your own hips move to grind back against him. It’s not enough, but it feels good and has you heating up and craving just a little more than he’s giving. As you wiggle and whine in his hold, Toji merely chuckles and enjoys the sight as he uses you.

“Need something kitten?” He’s teasing, his free hand moving to touch lightly just above your clit. You jolt in pleasure as he so softly brushes your puffy little bundle of nerves. A sweet moan filling the musky air and echoing. You can’t get enough, your muscles tensing up and clamping even tighter around his cock sporadically, rubbing and trying for any sort of more.

“Please!” You break, finally begging despite knowing what would come next.

He chuckles, not changing a thing as his finger just barely applies pressure to your clit, somehow pulling away even as you buck and try to get more, keeping it constant. “I don’t think that’s how I taught you to beg.” As if to show you how pathetic your plea was, he leaves your clit and moves under your shirt to pinch your nipple harshly.

It has the opposite affect as your pussy seizes and gushes over his cock, soaking him enough it causes his hips to stutter as he takes a moment to process what you just did.

Your shaking in his arms, your whiny moan lessening to a small whimper as Toji stills between your legs.

“Did you just cum?” He’s not angry, more amazed and shocked than anything that this small amount of stimulus was enough to have you squirting all over his cock and down both of your legs.

“I-I’m sorry…” you wanted to die of embarrassment, but it was too late as Toji burst into a boisterous laugh.

“Fuck, you came so much, did that feel good kitten?” His tone shifted, causing you to tense up. It didn’t matter, he was marching you forward and pushing the heavy crates off one another until a flat surface was created. Ironically it was perfect height to fuck you while he stood.

He was stripping you naked and throwing you on top of the crates, yanking your poor hips to the edge and bringing his face to your sloppy cunt.

“You don’t deserve a reward for disobeying, but you just can’t help yourself can you?” He’s breathing directly over your sensitive wet cunt, causing you to shift and arch your spine. Dragging his thumb over your drenched hole, he brought it slowly through your folds to your clit, softly swirling and chuckling as you jerked against his iron hold on your hip. He repeated the motion a few times before becoming silently impatient, finally sinking a thick finger inside of you. The noises you were making sounded louder due to your location, causing an odd sort of embarrassment.

It wasn’t long before Toji was leaning over your form, pumping two fingers inside your pussy while crashing his lips to yours. His kisses were always dominant, possessive, and filled with hunger. His tongue invading every inch and turning you stupid beneath him as he stole your breath. Only when you become a panting sweet mess beneath him does he let up as you come for the second time on his fingers.

He looks sinful staring down at you, watching you fall apart and cling to him for comfort as you do.

Licking his fingers clean, Toji can’t help groaning, reminded of his neglected cock that didn’t get to finish due to your little surprise.

“Spread your legs, yes fuck, just like that.” He’s slotting himself easily between your thighs held open by your pretty hands. Lining his cock up with your entrance, Toji is enraptured by the way you stretch and suck him in. He slips into you easily due to the mess you’ve made.

“Still so tight, made to take my cock, aren’t you?” His teeth are gritted and bared as he finally sinks all the way inside you, loving how your little cunt looks stuffed of him. “Keep your legs open, don’t fucking close them.” You don’t have a choice anyway, as he grips your thighs himself and keeps your spread as he begins a slow rolling pace. His hips angling to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

“F-fuck Toji-!” His name on your lips sounds sinful moaned like that.

“Poor thing… you can’t even run properly, are you struggling to take my cock now too?” He meanly sinks a little too deep, causing you to squeal in surprise before he drops the act and begins to fuck you for real. Watching in fascination as your tits move with each powerful thrust inside you, ignoring the way you claw at his chest. “T-Toji gentle p-please!” He’s not listening, instead one hand drops from your thigh to your clit to begin rubbing circles.

“You disobey and now you want to give me orders?” You can’t think as he jackhammers his cock inside you and stimulates your clit at the same time. Your eyes cross a bit as another fierce orgasm rips through you, clamping down on his cock and eliciting a sharp hiss from him. He doesn’t slow down, too drunk on the feeling of your tight hot gummy walls massaging his cock to care that you’re clearly overstimulated.

“I’m gonna fill you up fuck” Toji’s head rolls back before he’s leaning over you and taking your lips again, rutting into you with shorter thrusts now to stay as deep inside you as possible. He doesn’t let your voice escape, devouring your mouth as his cock twitches and he stills to come deep inside you. His hot seed shooting in spurts as he coats your walls.

You’re a sweaty tired mess as he finally peels himself off you, looked at your fucked out form so cutely struggling to regain composure he’s already obtained.

He doesn’t want to admit how adorable you look, limp and compliant under him, still hot come dribbling out of your pussy as he lets your legs drop and observes.

He’s hard instantly again at the sight, chest heaving for a different reason than being out of breath.

You’re flipped on your stomach, realization dawning too late again before he’s sinking inside of you once more.

“N-no! I can’t anymore Toji please- ngh!” His hand comes down hard across your ass, your pussy clamping down around his cock and causing your stomach to ache from the stretch and burn.

“You can’t?” He’s laughing as his hips pull back, cock nearly popping free from your tight embrace before slamming so deep your toes curl and nails dig into the wood. His hand comes down again on the other cheek as he thrusts inside again. You’re a whining pathetic mess as Toji pushes your head down, smashing your cheek against the wood too and holding you there as he picks a brutal pace.

You have no where to go, trapped by the crates and Toji behind you, forced to take all of it. You feel like you’re breaking as his huge cock bullies your insides.

It’s not your fault you come again, unable to resist the pleasure and pain of Toji’s passion.

“You keep that pretty cunt gushing baby and I’m gonna fill you again.” It’s not a threat but a promise but it hardly matters because you’re forced to come again before he finally finishes.

“Fuck you take me so well…” his forehead rests against your back as he composes himself.

He’s not the least bit concerned that you’re so overstimulated you’re crying. Softly sniffling as he slowly drags his sticky cock from your messy cunt. Strings of your combined release still attached to him before breaking as he takes a step back to admire you.

“Now… since I’ve caught you before the ten minutes…” you tiredly turn your head a little to eye him. He doesn’t look the least bit tired, if anything he looks too good. His hair slicked back now to keep it off his face while fucking you senseless.

You make eye contact. “Don’t I deserve my reward now?”

Your eyes widen, connecting the dots immediately as you realize this was a trap and you’d foolishly fallen into it all.

It’s useless even as you struggle onto the crate to crawl away. He’s got your ankle instantly, yanking you back on your stomach and positioning his cock back at your entrance even as you beg.

“I-I’m sorry I d-disobeyed! I promise to do better, promise, please Toji, I’m sorry-hiii!” He’s sinking back inside before you’re done pleading. You’re left to grit your teeth as the pleasure and pain mingle so deliciously it has your mind and vision going fuzzy.

“I know you’re sorry kitten, but not sorry enough.” You can’t see the victorious grin on his face, you don’t know about his internal bet he’d placed either.

If you ran and did as he told you, he was going to take you to the mall regardless if you won or not.

If you ran and hid though? He was going to have his complete fill of you. Your body not able to handle as many rounds as he normally can, he was eager to really show you how long he can go.

This was your punishment and his reward.

Still, sweetly petting your head and moving the hairs in your face away, he’s kissing your cheek and murmuring in your ear soft praises. Fucking you slower and more sensually than the last two rounds.

He’s so gently holding you in his strong arms as you sob and come apart beneath him.

Eventually, the sun sets and the warehouse is dark. Illuminated only by the moon.

It’s pity that releases you, not his stamina.

You’d fallen unconscious after the fifth round, and Toji was kind enough to put your clothes back on and carry you back to the car.

You would really be sorry tomorrow when you couldn’t walk.

At least you’d gotten out of the house he kept you locked up in without any broken bones this time.

[factual-fantasy]

24 ASKS! :D THANK YOU!! 🧀

Not in my AU she's not! For 2 reasons-

For 1, my AU is built from Mario games and media I personally know/am familiar with. I know a little bit about Mario sunshine and saw a comic where Delfino island was Daisy's vacation island. So I took that info and crafted it into my AU lore! My Daisy's kingdom is populated by Delfino's, and it sits along the coast nearby the Mushroom Kingdom.

The other reason is I only heard of what Sarasaland was like two days ago. I've never played any of the games its from and had no idea it existed. So I didn't add it to my AU and I definitely cant add it now-

But even if I did, I'd have the same problem. Why is Daisy the ruler of these little.. dancing.. skeleton.. guys..?? If she isn't one of them?

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD And yeah, that was Wendy and Roy! Though her exact reasoning for crying hasn't been fully thought out yet. I was thinking that she was having trouble putting on her make-up and ribbons.. maybe that was something the Koopalings mom would help her with before she.. well.. :( (Also, I do intend to finish/expand on that comic/idea very soon! :}} )

As for Iggy and Lemmy, they're not twins in my AU! Though they are close, they are very apart in age. I don't know what "older lore" you're talking about.. if you're referring to a game or a show, I have never seen it. :( All the Koopalings personalities and dynamics are just going to be made up/decided by me :)

As for their closeness, what brings them together is their eyes and their love for magic/Kamek.

I had this idea that Iggy was born blind, and Lemmy was born with a lazy eye/cross eyed. Kamek was able to use his magic to restore a fair bit of Iggy's sight and reposition Lemmy's eye. The result is their eyes and faces have unusual colors and patterns.. but they can see! And they are very thankful to Kamek for that.

Also that exposure to magic at such a young age has really drawn them into it.. they're both supposed to be really interested in magic and learning how to use it. Thus their closeness with each other and Kamek!

@tallchest13-blog (Sent after this post I believe..?.. orr was it this one-- maybe this one??)

XDD Thank you so much!! I'm glad to see so many folks are interested in my interpretation of the Mario bros!! :DD And good luck with your discord RPG! :}

Well since there are a ton of pirate/seafaring cookies in the game, I assume water isn't a problem. :0 Though it is for Louis becuase he cant swim- (His claw arm is very heavy so he sinks-)

(Link in question)

GOLDEN FREDDY??? XDDD

Tbh that gets a bit of an eye roll form me. I miss the old days when Golden Freddy was just a terrifying Easter egg in the first game.. things were so simple back then.. 😭

@jaybleu25 Ah no worries, I understand. Here, take a look at my 1:AM red scribblings XD

And if its not clear, the last 4 images of that post are all Roy and Wendy :} Hope this helped!

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD And yup yup! That's Wendy! :DDD

(Link/video in ask)

Oooo :00 what a beautiful song! :DDDD

(Post in question)

I can see the braid refusing to stay together and eventually unweaving itself. Its all flowy and free~~💫💫

<XDD ?? Huh??

I suppose in the actual games the treasure is like that. But I like to imagine my crew finds actual gold treasures 🤩✨✨

The only version of Robin hood I'm familiar with is the Disney Fox version. I'm not sure what you mean by his "merry band".. 😅

Hmm.. I don't think so. But maybe Tuna has..? Or maybe that's how Louis could have lost his original arm-

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

Probably Seafoam's love.. 🥺💙

(Link in question)

I feel like Coco would be the one to get pied trying to protect Red. And Tuna would have been the one to set up the trap XDD

@couchwow

XDD All I could think is of how terrifying the brown creature in the second image is. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!-

WHAT IS THAT??? XDDD

@neo-metalscottic (Mario bros post in question) (Princess post in question)

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :D I'm glad you like them! Though I wonder what about the old designs I would combine the new ones.. I fixed/altered all the flaws I saw with the old designs. I'm not sure what I'd keep-

As for Luigi and the Poltergust, he doesn't ever get that. Since Mario is never captured by the Boos, why would he need it? And I haven't decided what to do with E.Gadd yet, if anything at all..

As for Mario and Bowser.. I was thinking that Mario kind'a just said that in the heat of the moment. But he would be willing to take him down permamntly if he ever showed his face again.. but right now Bowser is definitely not causing any more problems for a while.

Mario and Luigi scared the daylights outa him. The hero's of Legend are real, and they're here. Bowser is probably scrambling for means of defense atm and wouldn't dare send anyone over there to cause trouble.

As for the Chain Chomp.. even if Bowser wanted to release it and wreak havoc on the bros/the mushroom kingdom.. I don't think he could. Kamek was unable to control Petey Piranha and rein him back in when he escaped. What make's him think they'll have any control over the Chain Chomp if they release it? It'll probably just turn around and eat Bowser's castle instead- and once its out, how will they trap it again?

And oh yeah, they could beat it. All they'd need is 1 super star and the Chain Chomp would be flattened in a matter of seconds. ⭐💪

@yoylecake420

I know absolutely nothing about him or the game he's from. :( He's made of wood I think..?

@astaherussy (Post in question)

WAAAHAHAGH THAK YOU!! :DDD

And don't worry! I don't intend to rush anything <XDD --I'm trying to take my time thinking the lore through and filling in plot holes-

(Post in question)

<XD Well I don't wanna ramble about the lore until its a little more set and stone. I don't wanna say "this is my idea!" and then 15 minutes later go "well actuallyyyy...."

Maybe so! XD I wonder if its like that in the games.. 🤔

Ooooo I could see that! :00 That could be Urchins weapon maybe!

(Post in question)

XD I guess great minds think alike? That, or Rosalina is just really cool-

@sparkdrawsstuff

I'm sure they've faced all that and more! :00 Also thank you!! :))

[amandacanwrite]

The Violet Thread of Fate || Part Four: A Bath, A Temptation

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POV || 3rd Person Alternating Between Gale and Elinna (tav)

Scenario|| Elinna Inklynn is an orphan with an uncanny ability to mess up even the simplest of spells. It's not her fault; she hasn't ever had access to a proper teacher. But she has had access to books, and she's read about a certain gentleman wizard in Waterdeep that may just be willing to help her.

She books passage on a ship from the Moonshae Islands and sails to Waterdeep, only to be rejected by Gale Dekarios. He doesn't take on apprentices.

But their paths become inextricably intertwined when an enormous Nautiloid targets the City of Splendors.

Word Count || About 5,300 Words

Warnings || Age gap (about ten years, both adults) description of pining for someone's body (Gale pining for Elinna.) Mentions of abuse and neglect.

A/N || I hope you all like this installment of Violet Thread of Fate! Apologies for what seems like a relatively low-stakes set of chapters, I am trying to do some set up for bring Halsin, Astarion and The Fox into the narrative, but I needed to get Elinna and Gale just a smiiiidgen more established for it to go the way I'd like it to!

Taglist || @verba-writing @softvampirewhump @horizonstride @thoughts-of-bear @mymybirdie @tiedyedghoulette @drabblesandimagines @madwomansapologist @hijirikaww @tryingtowritestuff24 @laserlope @auroraesmeraldarose @puckprimrose @dont-try-pesticide @cherifrog @circusofthelastdays  @nourangul @crucibelle @fan-aaa-tic

A Bath

It was a cold breeze that woke Elinna. 

It slipped in from under the old wooden door; through the window, if it could be called that. It was just an opening in the decrepit masonry of the castle where she’d been left to rest. 

It took her a moment for her to realize that the lumpy hay mattress and the damp, threadbare blanket on top of her were not her lumpy mattress and damp blanket from The Nest.  For a moment she thought meeting Gale and winding up on the nautiloid was a dream; albeit a long winded one. 

But when she rolled over in the bed and pulled the blanket tighter around her to fight off the bitter cold of the coastal breeze, she opened her eyes for a moment. There in the moon-gray dark of the night she found a room she was not at all familiar with. 

She scanned the room in a half-awoken state, not thinking any real thoughts–more like bursts of impulse between the undulating waves of sleep that threatened to take her away in their churn. 

She saw the usual desk. The privacy drape. The almost melted candle. Her waistcoat had been taken off and neatly folded, set on the writing desk. Her bloodied boots sat in a pile not far away from there; her gloves tossed down with them, also bloodied.. This room wasn’t her room…so what…ah–that’s right. 

She’d been so exhausted she didn’t feel herself drift off to sleep. Gale had been carrying her on his back. Where was he? 

Another breeze blew into the room and set her teeth to chattering. Gods above, how was it colder here than at The Nest?

She rose to her bare feet, keeping the blanket tight around her as she shuffled over to the desk. 

She knew very few spells, of course. And most of them, she only knew with very little command–but there was one she was decent at, because she used it nearly every day. She could produce a flame.

Nothing terribly impressive, mind you–but it was more convenient than having to ask the ArchLibrarian for matches; more convenient than having him ask her why she was going through so many of them and finding out that she’d been sneaking books into her room to read while the others slept. 

She breathed into her cold hands before shaking them, encouraging her blood flow into her fingertips. After giving her hands a few moments to catch up with the rest of her, she focused on the fingertips of her dominant hand, she took a deep breath and plucked at the same little flicker of magic she always used for this little party trick. She snapped her fingers, and sure enough, a single flame engulfed the farthest knuckle of her index finger, as if her two middle fingers had been a flint struck by her thumb. 

She lowered that finger to the wick of the single candle in the room before shaking the flame off her fingertip the same way one might do with a matchstick. 

It was hardly enough light for human eyes, but Elinna didn’t need much. She’d been lucky to pick up darkvision from her half-drow lineage; an appreciated perk despite how much she hated the violet tinge of her scars and freckles. 

She caught a glimpse of those old scars on the inside of her arm and wondered idly if Gale had seen them. Wondered if he’d made any judgements of her based off of them.

The doorknob jangled and turned and Gale appeared in the doorway. Elinna looked over at him and was surprised at the flood of relief that filled her lungs. She hadn’t realized she was worried that he’d left her there and gone off on his own, but that was the only explanation she had for the shift in her sense of ease. 

He was holding two tin plates with porridge, boiled fish, and roasted carrots piled in small, tidy quantities. They met eyes and Gale’s eye’s flicked about her. 

“Oh–you’re awake,” Gale said, voice a bit choked with something she couldn’t identify.. “Are you feeling better?”

“Is your…hair wet?” she asked him. 

He was newly dressed in a similar robe to before, but this one was slightly different. It had a shorter length with a more open panel in the front. He was wearing some more sturdy leather boots as well, and he had a new multi-layered belt with a knife and short sword holstered to it. He carried two small packs over one shoulder, which he dropped onto the ground near the desk. 

“Oh, ah, yes,” he said, hurrying over to the writing desk to set down the plates. The scent of lavender and bay leaf rolled off of his warmer body with him in such close proximity.  “I went to refresh myself and see if I couldn’t conjure a few comforts to get us through the night. While searching, I happened to find a natural hot spring.”

“You’re kidding!” she said, feeling a swell of relief all over again. Not only would she get to have a bath but a warm bath? What a treat. “You have to show me where it is! I’m dying for a hot bath.”

“It’s not far–just a hop and a skip behind the–”

A click sounded from the door and they both looked toward it. Gale’s brow tensed before he walked back over to the door, testing the knob. A willowy voice came through the door a moment later. 

“Seeing as supper has been served and your lodgings are in order, we will be locking the door to prevent any unfortunate mishaps through the night,” it said. 

“Absolutely not–we’re guests, not prisoners!” Gale shouted through the door. “Unlock this door right now.”

There was no answer. 

“Open the door!” Gale demanded again. 

“Don’t bother,” Elinna sighed. “He’s probably already gone–don’t you have a spell that could unlock it?”

“Under other circumstances, but I’m afraid my capacity to reach into the weave is utterly tapped out until I get a proper night of sleep,” he said a bit sourly. “How did you ever put up with conditions like this?” Gale griped, turning to her, his brow still furrowed. “I’ve never met such learned men who were so…so…asinine.”

Elinna shrugged and leaned against the edge of the desk, her ample hips displacing one of the unfortunate looking plates. “You get used to it, I guess,” she said. “They never locked us in when I was at The Nest, but we also never really got visitors…maybe it’s standard protocol.”

“You’d think they had Karsus’s Grimoire locked up in their archives,” he said, smearing a hand down his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. 

While Gale had his conniption, Elinna was realizing with no shortage of disappointment that her hopes for a hot bath were all but dashed. Unless…

“Hey Gale…” She said as looked over toward the bath with a little pout. “I know you said you’re tapped out…but do you think you have the energy for a little cantrip?”

“Probably,” he said, looking skeptically at the plate of food and pushing the boiled fish with one of the wooden utensils given to them. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…do  you think you could conjure up some hot water for me to take a bath?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, what?” Gale said as he blinked, his brows shooting up. “With me in the room?”

“Please,” she begged gently. “I feel so disgusting. If I have to sleep like this while you’re sitting in here looking all sparkly and smelling nice, I’m going to feel even worse.”

“Absolutely not,” he said. “Elinna, you shouldn’t take baths with strange men you just met. Er–rather–with them nearby.”

“You’re not strange! You’re Gale Dekarios! And there are drapes for privacy,” she said insistently. “It’s not like I’ll be putting on a show for you or something.” 

“A Drape! Singular! And it’s holding onto its sorry, threadbare life by a thread!”

“Gale, what else am I supposed to do?” she asked. “I’m still covered in blood and sweat–I need a bath.”

“You can wait until tomorrow,” he said. “We’ll have our very bland supper–get some sleep, and–”

He met her eyes again and she wasn’t sure what he saw there, but whatever it was it seemed to pull on his heart strings. He rubbed the back of his neck before using the same hand to smear down his face. 

“Fine,” he said. “I got my chance to clean up, it seems only fair that you get yours. I can only imagine how wrong it feels with myself being properly tidied up and you still…well… I must emphasize, however, that this falls squarely outside of the usual confines of propriety.”

Elinna beamed and nodded eagerly, thankfully.

“Duly noted,” Elinna said. “I promise I won’t tell your mother.”

He leveled her a deadpan look. “Don’t patronize me,” he said. “It’s not about being afraid of my mother it’s–”

“I’m just teasing you,” Elinna said. “Don’t worry, Gale. I trust you to be a gentleman. And besides that–I’m pretty sure that you don’t see me as…well– I just mean–it’s not as if I’m trying to seduce you. If I thought at all that I was a temptation to you, I promise, I would wait until tomorrow.”

“Of course,” he agreed quickly. 

“I’ll be quick,” she said. “I promise.”

Gale heaved a sigh and picked up the other plate, handing it over to her.

“Let’s eat this unfortunate meal and then I’ll get your bath ready,” he said. “It looks utterly inedible, but we’ll need whatever strength we can get for the journey tomorrow.”

She smiled and nodded, taking a bite of the familiar mush on her plate.

A Temptation

Gale had always been told that hunger was the best seasoning–he supposed that didn’t apply to the fare served at The Scribe’s Guild. Yet he choked down every bite of those roasted carrots; that boiled fish–in hopes of prolonging the inevitable. 

If I thought at all that I was a temptation to you, I promise, I would wait until tomorrow.

Why hadn’t he spoken up then? Why hadn’t he argued with her further?

Well, likely because, in order for him to object to what she’d said, he would have to admit his own embarrassing thoughts of attraction to the young woman. Admit that he had been having plenty of improprietous thoughts about her as he had her hoisted up on his back–when his hand had supported the softness of her waist.

He told himself it was a strategic move. That he needed her in order to safeguard against what might be catastrophic down the road. The true resurrection in his possession would do little good without someone available to cast it, after all. He needed an ally and he wouldn't risk losing one because he was touch starved and lonesome and…er… long deprived.

He told himself that the sooner she bathed, the sooner she would be properly dressed. The less he would have to remind himself to look away from the delicate skin of her chest and the way the neckline of her muslin dress fell off her shoulders despite the number of times she pushed her sleeves back up where it was meant to sit. 

Now that he thought about it–very little of her clothing seemed to fit properly. Her waistcoat fit well enough, but her dress was oddly loose; she seemed to swim in it. 

He was glad he’d been able to find something for her to wear, hoped that they fit properly and that she didn’t mind wearing Mystra’s colors–and slightly outdated fashions. Then again, he doubted The Nest cared much about the current trends in women’s clothing. 

When they were finally finished eating, Gale begrudgingly prepared a hot bath for Elinna, the act simple, really–even with the majority of his energy spent. It was a simple enough process and, if he was honest, seeing her face brighten when it was done was almost enough to make it worth the discomfort of feeling like a rakish cad. He conjured some light in the room to make it look more like a lodging and less like they were thieves sneaking around by candlelight.

She was practically buzzing with excitement to get in, so he leaned over and handed her the smaller of the two packs he’d put together. 

“I put a change of clothes in here, I think it should fit, but let me know if it doesn’t,” he said. 

“Oh! You…just have women’s clothes laying around?” she asked.

He gave her a withering look. “It sounds awful when you say it like that. No, not just lying around. It’s an old gift from…a friend. It’s one of the old cleric robes that followers of Mystra used to wear.”

“Really?” Elinna said, green eyes widening. 

“Don’t get too excited,” he said. “Any imbued magic is, unfortunately, long gone. But it should be a little nicer than the leathers and canvases you’ve been wearing. They don’t seem well suited for travel…”

A lie, of course. Aside from Elinna’s boots, her clothing was more than suitable enough for traveling. But the longer he’d thought about the scars on the delicate skin of her wrist and forearm, the more his stomach churned at the idea of her putting those garments back on. 

He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much, but it did. It still did–even while she was dressed down to her tan dress and leather trousers; even as she barely looked like she belonged to the strange order that was putting them up for the night. 

He was still trying to figure it out as she hurried behind the privacy curtain and started to undress. 

He wouldn’t have known she was undressing–except the lighting he’d created in the room was just placed well enough that her shadow cast against the threadbare drape as she pulled her muslin dress up and over her head. The light caught the softness of her waist, the gentle, sloping curve of her breast before it peaked at her nipple.

He forced himself to tear his eyes away from her. He would just need to distract himself. 

He told himself it wasn’t Elinna in particular that was pulling this silly desire out of him; that if could have been any member of the fairer sex that had this effect on him. Elinna just happened to be the convenient, ever present option. 

He insisted that had to be the case as he heard the quiet slosh of Elinna stepping into the hot water and heaving out a comforted sigh. He took a book out of his pack to distract himself from imagining what she looked like flushed across her shoulders and her chest from the hot bath water. He glared down at his book about foraging in the wild as he tried not to wonder if the comforted sounds she made in the bath would be the same if she were touched in just the right places. 

“So–shall we get to know each other better?” Elinna asked from her bath. 

Gale nearly jumped out of his skin, teeth grinding. 

“Elinna, don’t speak to me while you’re bathing,” he said, his tone clipped. 

“Why not?” she asked him. 

He heaved a sigh while bunting the heel of his hand against his forehead. Mystra grant him strength. “Elinna, I don’t want to be an ass, but are you so far removed from civilization that you can’t glean why it’s not appropriate for a bathing woman to be holding casual conversation with a man?”

There was a moment of silence, the sound of water being poured, the faint trickle of movement in the tub. “I mean–not that far removed, no,” she said. “I used to sing in the taverns back in Moonshae. Plenty a drunken man has told me what parts of me he wanted to see and well…they weren't my eyes, let me just say that.”

“So then why the play at naivety?” Gale asked, resisting the urge to turn toward her. “You clearly know why it could be a problem to talk to a man while you’re nude. The…intimacy of it.”

“I suppose I just…thought you were above such things,” she said. “I just thought that our unique circumstances lent themselves to bending the rules of propriety just a bit.”

Gale sighed. She was right–he should be able to act with a little more decorum than the drunks at the taverns. He should be able to extract a more distilled version of his maturity and be able to speak to a young woman without thinking so much about the shape of her body and what it would be like to feel it under his hands. 

“Gale?” she asked. “Are you angry?”

“No,” he said, turning a page in the book he was reading without really seeing it. “Sorry, it’s just been a while since I’ve had such constant company. Most of the time it was just me and my tressym, Tara. She was stimulating company to be sure, but it’s been a while since I’ve had more human companionship. I admit I’m not used to it.”

“I’ve never really had it,” she said. “I guess that’s why I’m so keen to fill the silence. It’s hard not to be excited to have a friend.”

“A friend…” he said, repeating that word again. It was the second time she’d called him that since they’d met. 

“Oh–” she said, her voice getting smaller. “I suppose that is a bit presumptive…I’ve done it a couple times already, too. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Gale said. “If I’m honest–I just feel a bit guilty because I’ve hardly been a good friend to you. It doesn’t feel like I’ve earned the title.”

“You’ve been a splendid friend–perhaps not at our first meeting, but every moment since,” she said. “You tried your best to keep me safe from the Nautiloid even though you barely knew me. And then you offered to accompany me to try and figure out what to do about these parasites…”

“To be fair, you’ve been a great help to me, as well,” he said. “You helped me out of that pocket realm and found this place; got us room and board for the night.”

“That’s what friends do,” Elinna said easily. 

“Elinna,” he said. “Since we’re friends…can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure,” she said. 

“Those scars on the inside of your wrist–”

There was an abrupt sound of something heavy plunking into the water, like she’d dropped her hands into the tub to hide the scars he’d mentioned. 

“I don’t have to ask about them if you’d rather not talk about it,” he said. “I’m not trying to pry, or to bring up something painful…”

“No, it’s okay. I suppose it’s only fair that I be honest about it if we’re going to be traveling together,” she said. “Mm–what’s your question about them?”

“Did your caretakers at The Nest do that to you?” he asked. 

“Tney did,” she said. “A long time ago, the ArchLibrarian at The Nest wasn’t very kind. When I was six and he was teaching me how to read, he used it as a method to deter me from failing.”

“Hells,” Gale said under his breath. “I can only imagine how well that worked…”

He heard her laugh a little and for some reason it hurt his heart. “Not terribly well,” she admitted. “But I needed to learn to read in order to be able to return the archives to their homes on the shelves. That was when I started sneaking literature into my room at night, so I could practice reading on my own.”

“Did the punishments stop after that?” Gale asked. 

“Well–that particular ArchLibrarian died and a new one took over,” she said. “So the caning stopped, but other punishments took its place. Sometimes I’d be sent to bed without supper, or if I really made an error I’d be tasked with handling the rats and spiders in the cellars. It only took one bout of paralysis for me to do everything I could to avoid that particular punishment.”

“How did you make it out of there with all of the…earnest fervor you have? If I was in such a situation, I feel like I would have disappeared within myself.”

“You see my overcoat out there?” Elinna asked. 

“Yes.”

“If you open the breast pocket there’s a little locket inside.”

Gale hesitated for a moment, feeling odd about rifling through her things, but he finally carefully looked through the folds of canvas and leather until he found the piece of jewelry. 

It was a lovely, delicate little thing. It was about the size of a gold piece and fastened to a velvet choker that was worn threadbare in some places. It had been handled a lot, almost like someone had rubbed their thumb against the plush fabric habitually. The pendant was a dark metal with almost a violet sheen to it. There was a thin sliver of a crescent moon on it with a couple sitting on it as if it were a hammock, cradling a child between them. 

Elinna’s name was written in Drowic on the seam of the locket. 

“It’s imbued with drow magic,” Gale said. 

“Mhmn,” she responded. “Powerful stuff, too. I’ve never been able to find someone to open it. That locket is the last thing my mother gave me before leaving me on the steps of The Nest.”

“Why not just find a wizard to do it for you?” Gale asked. 

“I tried to,” she said. “But the last one I spoke to told me it may have some sort of bond with my blood–that I’d have to be the one to open it.”

Gale examined the piece a little closer, feeling out the weave and the threads of magic, following their winding paths. 

Whomever Elinna had spoken to had spoken true, the threads all coalesced on her. Any wizard worth his salt would know that trying to manipulate that magic might destroy the item all together. 

“Do you think your mother was a wizard?” Gale asked. 

“I don’t know,” Elinna said. “I think I’ve just always hoped that if I could get it open, I could find where I really belong.”

The orb in Gale’s chest reached out for the thrumming weave in Elinna’s locket. He rubbed his free hand over his chest where the bundle of magic growled for the item, as if a bit of petting could soothe the burning hunger there. 

Not this one, he told the netherese shred of magic in his chest, just a bit longer and I’ll get you something we can use.

“So that’s why you came looking for a teacher,” he said. “And why you wouldn’t settle for someone who could teach you simple folk magic or healing magic.”

“Yes,” she said. “And why I was hesitant about your offer to introduce me to another teacher…but…well beggars, choosers.”

Gale heard her take in a deep breath and then a small splash as Elinna dipped beneath the surface of the water. While she soaked out of earshot, he carefully put the locket beneath layers of fabric, careful not to leave it out for the sun to get to it and hurt the magic sourced from the underdark. 

He was having a hard time not getting distracted by this girl. This was always his plight; he was always far too empathetic to deal with stories like Elinna’s. He was a bleeding heart for people who were unlucky and downtrodden–people who were alone in life and had no one to encourage them. 

Gale had the sudden wish to take her back to Waterdeep–to introduce her to his mother who somehow always had extra love to spare. It wouldn’t have been the first time his mother made up for a lack of love in one of his friends’ lives, but Elinna perhaps deserved it more than anyone else. 

He heard Elinna resurface and heave out a sigh before starting to get out of the tub. 

“Done already?” he asked. 

“I promised I would go quick,” she said. “Besides, it feels strange to talk to you without looking at you.”

He focused down on his book as he listened to the faint shift and twinkle of the clothes he’d fetched for her. He heard the faint little grunt as she dressed, the sound of belts being unbuckled and buckled once more, and then she came around the privacy drape, newly clothed. 

Her amber hair fell in damp ribbons down past her waist, her face was faintly flushed with the warmth from the bath. She looked comfortable and at ease in her new clothes, though he somewhat regretted the reminder of Mystra on the tapered ends of her skirt and the collar of the leather padding. 

“Feel better?” he asked. 

“Oh, so much better,” she said with a soft breath. “The clothes are a bit tight but…I also don’t have many clothes that properly fit me. Does it look okay?”

She turned this way and that. 

The truth was, she looked fetching in it. The greens and tans of the Scribe’s Guild livery may have done more for the verdant quality of her eyes, but the pale violets and ashen chainmail of the cleric’s robes made the color of her coppery hair all the more vibrant, and paired nicely with the almost mauve quality to her freckles. 

He chose not to think of the ways the openings of the skirt cleared a path all the way up to her thigh, and thought even less on how well the lines of her violet trousers followed the full curve of said thigh. 

“It fits you like a glove,” Gale finally said. “Nothing looks too tight from where I’m sitting. 

She smiled at him and heaved a happy breath. “Thank you again for giving me something new to wear,” she said. “It feels good to be clean again. I was worried I’d be stuck in blood stained clothes.”

“Happy to help,” he said with a pressed smile. “When I have a bit more energy, I’ll get some more comfortable lounging clothes for you to wear so you don’t have to sleep in armor.”

“It’s not so bad,” she said. “At least, I can put up with it for now–probably better to be safe than sorry anyway.”

“You should never underestimate the importance of a good night’s rest,” Gale said. 

“Speaking of which, you should probably get to bed, don’t you think?” she suggested. 

“Me?” he asked. “No, I meant you.”

“I’ve already gotten some sleep, I’ll remind you–you on the other hand, have not,” she said. “And besides, there’s only one bed.”

“I’ll sleep on a bedroll on the floor,” he said. “You take the bed.”

“I’m not tired,” she said. 

“First of all, yes you are, I can see it in your face. Second of all, this is likely the last full night of sleep we’ll get for a while, considering soon enough we will have to take turns keeping watch. So you take the bed.”

“I think I may be able to out-last you,” she said. 

“Do not,” Gale said. “Make this a competition.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll lose?” she teased. 

“Afraid neither of us will get the sleep we need because I’m terribly competitive. My mother won’t even look at a lanceboard anymore,” he said. 

She laughed and the sound brushed up against some long forgotten impulse in the back of his mind–one he’d put away a long time ago. 

“Okay, fine,” she said. “I’ll take the bed, but I still haven’t gotten much of a chance to get to know you better–you already have a full catalog of my childhood and all of the piteous stories that go along with it.”

She walked over to the bed and sat back down on it. 

“Lie down and I promise to tell you all about my childhood–though I’m afraid it’s not nearly as tragic as yours….it may feel more like I’m bragging, actually,” Gale said. 

“Hmm,” she said. “I think I can put up with a bit of bragging. I like listening to you talk.”

She laid herself down on the bed and turned onto her side to look at him, folding her arm under her head to use as a makeshift pillow. “Regale me,” she said. “No pun intended.”

He barked a soft laugh. “Careful with telling a man like me that you enjoy listening to me talk,” he said. “I’ll take far too much advantage of something like that.”

“I do, though,” she said. “After a life spent in a library, you can’t blame me for enjoying the simple pleasure of a good conversation.”

“Well–there will be no shortage of good conversation with me,” he said. “The only thing I’m better at than magic is talking–gratuitously.”

She chuckled and his heart fluttered a little as she looked at him with sleepy eyes. He got started talking before he let his mind drift to the last time a woman looked at him like that and what activities may have preceded or followed that look.. 

He told her about his youth–about how he was such a gifted young wizard that he’d caught the attention of Elminster, and then Mystra herself. He left out the part about taking Mystra as a lover. He skipped his inevitable folly and luckily, by the time he got to that part of his story, Elinna had already started gently dozing off between sounds of acknowledgement in regards to what he was saying. 

With time, her quiet mhmn’s and uh-huh’s ceased and he was almost certain that she was crossing the threshold into a proper, restful sleep. 

He swapped from talking about himself to reading out of the foraging book to fill the quiet room so that she didn’t automatically wake in the new silence that took the place of his prattling. When her breaths became slow and steady, though, he set the book aside and got his bedroll ready for the floor. 

He’d be feeling the ache in his bones the next day, of course, but it was only what could be considered right for their sleeping arrangements. An older man shouldn’t share a bed with a young woman–least of all one he’d spent the better part of a day trying not to have improper thoughts about.

He dropped his concentration on his light evocations and sent a little gust of air to blow out the candle that more resembled a pool of melted tallow. His bedroll was close enough to the bed that he could hear Elinna’s rhythmic inhalations and exhalations. He looked outside as the moon hovered. Far away, he could hear the hush of waves crashing on the shore and for a moment he almost felt like he was back at home. 

He closed his eyes and let himself imagine that he was laid in bed with Tara curled up next to him and the promise of a warm cup of tea in the very near future. 

He couldn’t decide, however, if he was quite as homesick as he should be. 

As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but admit to himself that it was nice to have the warm presence of another person near him. He couldn’t help but admit that he had missed the closeness of another body–the camaraderie of a shared experience, however terrible this one had turned out to be. 

Maybe he could try taking on an apprentice again afterall.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Heyoo!! I was wondering if Yandere Sanemi or Yandere Giyuu with a darling whose like Thorn from the hex girls?? AAA!! Im talkin bout pretty goth/alt girl whose in a rock band-! plays guitar and is just absoluetely feral!! (+Bonus points if shes a riot grrrl!!) GAHH! thank you for your time<33

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: why not both ;)? Hope you enjoy, darling <3

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

This man is absolutely feral for you. No matter how many times he sees you. Your singing, rock on attitude, and ALT style makes him incredibly confident.

Loves to show you off. Your hair, the obvious piercings, and clothing style often keeps people away, which he likes. But he loves to tell others quietly that you belong to him. Though, it’s not a secret with the obvious love marks on your neck and arms.

Any creepy mail or dudes who try to get in your pants are immediately confronted by Sanemi. He’s especially there during World Tours, which makes him more protective than ever; he takes his guard job very seriously.

Not one to scream your lyrics and show his support loudly, but Sanemi listens to every song – knows it by heart and loves to come to your rehearsals or concerts. Definitely acts like a bodyguard while you play on stage, and makes sure he has water on him at all times.

Names you all types of nicknames, some include: fox, girly, and magpie. Though, his favorite is obviously dumbass and love.

Your bandmates surprisingly like him, other than his possessive and clingy behavior – they can see he loves you, which lets him often come to your practice sessions.

Giyu Tomioka:

Your biggest fan. He makes sure to always come to your practices and be there in the crowd, frequently supporting you with his gentle smile.

Much like Sanemi, he’s not one to loudly scream that he loves you but rather shows his support and love through acts of service. Giyuu often gives you water, suggests taking a break when he senses you’re tired, and surprises you with your favorite homemade food he made just for you. All he asks is a kiss and a hug.

The band knows Giyuu and regularly teases you. Not rudely but rather poking at you for fun because of his shy and distant behavior, rarely does he talk to any other mates but you.

Loves it when you hum at home or around him. If he could, he’d fall asleep in your lap; it’s a beautiful tone, just a perfect pitch that he’s able to swoon with his eyes.

Frequently recommends you go solo. While he doesn’t understand the risks, you’d be taking that, and you admire your bandmates a lot – though, that doesn’t stop Giyuu from asking you to teach him some of your equipment.

Gets a bit disappointed when you want to go on World Tours, but quickly shoves his own feelings down as he knows this means a bunch to you. He promises that after he talks to the Head-Master, he’d come to you as fast as he can

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My Masterlist :)

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[shuchu]

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ terms of endearment with luxiem + shoto ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; ike eveland ; shu yamino ; shoto

warnings: slightly suggestive w/ vox’s? 

author notes: aaa first post! i hope i did well ..・ヾ(。＞＜)シ writing this made me all blushy hehe, i love them sm ♡ feel free to give me feedback on this post and/or send in ideas for my next posts!! decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

vox

                              “sweet thing”, “darling”, “gorgeous”, “love”, “my love”

vox is very good with his words, well, he is the voice demon after all

vox is such a romantic and i just imagine him being all soft when he’s with you. he’d do anything for you, literally

i feel like vox would absently trace shapes on your thigh when you’re sitting next to him while he’s working on stuff for stream or on projects. if you wanna move somewhere else or just go to the bathroom he’d be like, “where’re you going my love?”

after a night of passion (hehe) he’d definitely hold you close, stroke your hair and say, “you did so well for me today gorgeous. i love you, my sweet thing…” 

mysta

                          “babe”, “baby”, “cutie”, “mommy” (if he’s feeling cheeky)

mysta is so goofy and playful when interacting with others but around you, he quite literally becomes a puddle or even a cat (well he is a fox so…)

if mysta’s feeling frisky he’d call you “mommy” just to see how you’d react. when you reply, calling him a bo’om he’d laugh and tell you to shut up (he secretly likes calling you mommy)

when you’re in the kitchen cooking up dinner for the both of you, he’d pop in after he’s done with streaming and say, “hey cutie, what’s for dinner?” while learning against the counter, looking at you with his adorable smile

luca

                                                     “babe”, “baby”, “honey”

i just have this feeling that luca wouldn’t use as many terms of endearment compared to the others

he likes calling you “babe” most of the time, though the thought of him calling you “honey” the minute he wakes up??? like imagine morning voice luca saying, “good morning honey” and giving that sleepy smile…im gone. hana has ascended (//▽//)

ike

             “babe”, “sweetheart”, “sweetie”, “ älskling” (darling in swedish), “my love”

i imagine that ike would be the type to just stop what he’s doing and admire you. when you catch him, he smiles and says, “i’m just admiring you sweetheart...and thinking about how lucky i am”

now i’m thinking about morning voice ike, he’d pull you close and say, “good morning my love, did you sleep well?” while stroking your cheek and again, admiring you

ike tends to stay up later than you so after you’ve dozed off, he slips into bed quietly, kisses your forehead and whispers, “sleep well älskling, i love you”. 

GAAAAHHH IKE EVELAND, he has me in a chokehold (//ω//)

shu

                               “babe”, “baby”, “darling” (married life shu brainrot aa)

like luca, i feel like shu would mostly call you “babe”

i’d imagine him calling you “baby” with the pien face and it makes you wanna squish his cheeks, he’s so cute i can’t

but also, imagine after both of you get married, you’d come back from work, he’d greet you at the door to give you a peck on the lips and a hug saying, “okaerinasai anata (welcome home darling)”. hana is now deadge (＾་།＾)

                                               “babe”, “baby”, “darling”, “honey”

all these are pretty much canon because he uses them with vox #voxto

but i think, like shu and luca he’d use “babe” the most

shoto is such a massive cuddler

he acts all tough on stream but when he’s with you he gets all soft and mushy, asking for cuddles and kisses from you all the time

you’d be playing a game on your pc, he’d come in and start whining saying, “darling…can we go to bed and cuddle now? please?”

in the morning you’d wake up and hear shoto cooking it up in the kitchen

you walk into the kitchen to see shoto making his favourite breakfast food, pancakes

you walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, he’ll then say, “oh, good morning honey, the pancakes will be done soon okay?” ugh i love shoto, he’s adorable (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) 

[averagesizedperson]

what your favorite wrestling company says about you

wwe: you think all wrestling is the wwe. either that or you are below the age of 12 aew: you're queer and/or British. you have a rant about cm punk in your drafts somewhere impact wrestling/tna: you miss when they had the six sided ring and when they were on a network people actually watched. you despise vince russo with a passion new japan pro wrestling: you have torrents of every tokyo dome show and at least 5 different Bullet Club shirts. you may have wept tears of joy when the first forbidden door was announced ring of honor: you always like to remind people that this was where every great american pro wrestler of the 21st century got their start. for you seth rollins will always be tyler black. you kind of resent that they spent the 2010s being new japan's bitch before becoming AEW's bitch aaa: you really miss lucha underground cmll: you actually are really into lucha libre and hate that nobody talks about the oldest company devoted to it chikara: you think wrestling should lean into the fakeness more. the slow motion match always makes you laugh. you will never forgive mike quackenbush for what he did. combat zone/game changer: you like to watch people bleed. you downloaded cameo just so you can pay nick gage's rent. he's been through a lot, he needs it. ddt: like the chikara fans but without the resentment of the company founder's horrible actions. pro wrestling noah: every time someone mentions wrestling, you always bring up that kenta kobashi did the Go To Sleep first. all japan pro wrestling: whenever you talk about wrestling, you always have to preface with "yes, all japan still exists!" you miss fighting opera hustle. wcw: you hate vince russo even more than the impact wrestling fan. ecw: you are 30 or 40 years old and get misty eyed whenever you hear "enter sandman". nwa: you're either really into wrestling history or you're a smashing pumpkins fan who just found out billy corgan owns a wrestling company. you wish nick aldis got the championship instead of fox news pundit tyrus mlw: you are jim cornette. global force wrestling/xwf/control your narrative/wrestling society x/heroes of wrestling: your favorite website is the lost media wiki

[wisehearts]

the words 'insatiable little bunwill' are burned into my brain now

this has been my breaking point. the fact that its also EASTER? and that i have barely celebrated easter beyond a chocolate egg here or there for years but am now remembering the magic of easter time, spring flowers, new beginnings, little animals being born, sweetness and the promise of summer to come??? why has this headcanon got me feeling broody and cosy af lol

im obsessed. why is bunwill sooooo cute??? how does mike cope? fr

please give us more, and also maybe some wolf!mike x bunwill, oh my actual goddddd. can we have an actual easter story?? omg is there bunwill fic???????????? helppp

i need wolfmike details like

you dont understand

dont make me go over to twitter, pleaseeeeeee

AAA this has ME hopping around sksjs he's the cutest!!! you get it! Im so happy to hear this HAHA

You bring up a good point - canon mike already finds canon will cute - how the hell does any mike deal with an even more adorable version? he's just so smitten with bunwill, you know in s4 when mike says "you didn't have to" to will and he smiles and huffs a laugh at the same time? that's human!mike @ bunwill #real

there is one bunwill fic I know of that my hc's gave a lovely person enough brainrot to write 💪 it is in first person pov and isn't completed yet but it's called piece of (carrot) cake (maybe if they got more kudos and comments they'd be reminded of interest for more 👀). a lot of my bunwill is sadly on twt but I definitely plan to post some of those here as I go!

I would never make you go over there though 🫶 Hmm I'd say wolf!mike is the most primal of all the bunwill partners, so the most dominant in the bedroom when he's really feeling it. compared to say fox!mike who I see as kind of cheekier so he gets sexually overwhelmed easier and it's cute 😋 wolf!mike is just so so loyal, obviously a protector and loves resting a hand on will's waist.

I think wolf!mike manhandles bunwill more, he noses at his more sensitive spots and it gets bunwill squirming. he growls when he feels good and it turns bunwill on - mike feeling good because of will's body always does. bunwill's good at quickening the pace and wolf!mike's grip just tightens around him because he didn't expect to be hit with the extra pleasure

wolf!mike has the biggest knot that makes bunwill feel SO full and bred he whinessss, his ears twitch and shake like crazy and then he sighs contentedly 🥰

Oh and if I can swing back to canon byler for a second... I'm sure somewhere over the years into their relationship mike has curled a finger under will's chin, given it a little scratch and called him an "insatiable little bunny" too......

[romantichore]

my partner convinced me to give Palworld a try and I can't believe I'm saying this but it's such a good game? like, I'm shocked.

I was not a Pokémon kid and never even tried playing the games, so when I read that it was like a copycat I thought I'd hate it.

here we are 35 levels and lots of hours later and I have explored like maybe 25% of the map, I'm still having a blast, and I legit can't believe it's still in early access. it has features, already well implemented, that some AAA games had to have modders create.

oh yeah, and you can customize your experience at any time by just changing the settings to your world. want to make things more difficult? sure. want to have everything spawn on you at once? go ahead. play it as a farming simulator or min max the shit out of it, you can do either or both. like👌 ggs devs

plus, you know. I can give my sheep a machine gun and use my fox as a flamethrower. 10/10 for that alone

[houseofbrat]

The contrast between the KP and BP statement was stark. One a celebrity style thirsty appeal for max sympathy and the other was ROYAL. Something seems very fishy about KP’s story imho.

Of course the British media is clowning themselves with hyperbolic front pages and trying to pretend that tours that were never confirmed are being rescheduled 😂

It doesn't have anything to do with celebrity vs royal. It has everything to do with the word "fishy" or, as you said, "very fishy."

When triaging conditions for surgery, there were three categories when I worked in a surgical clinic: routine, urgent, and emergency. Emergency is what it means--right now! Urgent is a soon as possible but not immediately. Routine is whenever time is available.

All surgeries are elective unless they are emergent conditions. Go ask any surgeon in a medical school or chief of surgery, and they will admit that more than half of the surgeries done (at least in the US) are not necessary. A man can have a hiatal hernia for more than fifty years and not ever "need" surgery, as long as the hernia is not incarcerating his organs. Same with inguinal hernias. It might be fucking painful, but unless that inguinal hernia is incarcerating the internal organs, it's not an emergency. It doesn't have to be done right away. Both of those are "abdominal surgeries."

The Kensington Palace comms team wrote, "Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales was admitted to The London Clinic yesterday for planned abdominal surgery." They didn't use the word "routine" in their statement. Other UK media have used the word "routine," such as Sky News.

For routine surgeries, i.e. non-emergencies, aka elective surgeries, in the US, typically a patient will need to get blood work completed, chest x-ray, ekg/ecg, and a full history & physical (H&P) completed within 30 days prior to the surgery. Certain medications need to be stopped prior to surgeries such as blood thinning medications like aspirin, coumadin/warfarin, and plavix/clopidogrel. Patients must be NPO 8 hours prior to surgery, i.e. no food or drink, due to the anesthesia.

So, KP is telling us with the "planned abdominal surgery" comment that Kate went through the entire pre-operative requirements, fasted, abstained from possible medications, showed up on schedule for a surgery that was "planned" but wouldn't be released from the hospital for another ten days? And yet they couldn't inform the press and public about this prior to this alleged surgery happening?

Bullshit.

It totally screams Leslie Nielsen doing this:

If it was "planned," then why didn't they announce yesterday? "Planned" means it was on the schedule. They could have announced yesterday when she was at the hospital, and nothing would have been any different. Why didn't they announce Monday, if it was indeed "planned." The whole debacle doesn't appear to be "planned" when you're announcing it the day after it happened. It looks like everyone was caught by surprise by Kate allegedly needing such major surgery that she needs AT LEAST THREE MONTHS to recuperate from.

In the age of laparoscopic surgeries, Kate needs three months to recuperate? She can't be seen in public until April? And it's such major surgery that she needs to stay in the hospital longer than most other abdominal surgeries?

Dr Deborah Lee, from Dr Fox Online Pharmacy, told Express.co.uk about why Kate might be in hospital for so long. She said: "For abdominal surgery, most people stay in the hospital for four to seven days. After laparoscopic surgery [a type of keyhole surgery], this is reduced to two to four days.

Once the KP staffers told the press that this isn't cancer-related, KP has lost all credibility. A 42-year-old woman with no publicly known health issues should not normally need to stay in the ten to fourteen days for "routine" surgeries. Even people who get surgery for an AAA--abdominal aortic aneurysm--only stay in the hospital for a few days and return to normal activities far faster than the three months The Princess of Wales will be taking.

You only need to stay in the hospital for observation and monitoring for that long a period if you are unstable. Again, you only need that much time in the hospital for a routine surgery if you are UNSTABLE.

And William taking several weeks off his light schedule basically proves that she is unstable. Because what would prove to the world that The Princess of Wales is not unstable would be her husband doing his job like a normal person. Except he isn't. He's not going to be working until mid-February, at the earliest.

And the Wales fandom will keep making excuses until their world comes crashing down.

[scienceandstorytelling]

I would love to hear about your experience as a park ranger! I'm trying to shift my work into park stuff (and nature stuff in general) and I don't know much about park rangers

Aaa hello!

So I was an interpreter at a state park, it was a small park with nothing too dramatic happening (@wild-west-wind is a ranger at a National Park and has more experience than me and talks about it in their park ranger tag). The best part about my park was that it was in a fairly suburban area, about an hour away from a major city, so I feel like it was really valuable for people to find this area of nature that was preserved right here near their homes. One of my goals was to show them that some of the nature there could be found at their own homes as well.

Idk what kind of things you want to know and whether I have the experience to answer it, but I want to say that my main goal was to connect people both to nature in general and, as I said, the nature around them at home. The suburbs can both feel like and actually be somewhat of a wasteland sometimes (this is a main theme in the book of short stories I’m working on). But nature cannot be erased entirely. People’s lawns are made of manicured monoculture grass, but that grass is still a plant. There may be a small group of trees on the corner, but they’re still trees. Butterflies, bees, and other pollinating bugs still come to the exotic and ornamental flowers they plant in their yards. Coyotes, raccoons, and foxes sniff around their trash cans at night. Birds, squirrels, moss, lichen, and countless bugs live in those few trees on the corner. Hawks sit on the backyard fences, and ospreys and herons fly overhead, commuting from fish pond to reservoir. And that’s only the life we’re capable of seeing. The local ecosystem may not be healthy, but it’s always there.

I want to connect people to that kind of thing. I want them to pay attention to the plants and animals that share their neighborhood. They don’t even have to learn species names, it’s enough just to notice that there’s moss on that tree or that there are multiple types of weeds in the crack on the sidewalk or that that one bush is always full of birds in the morning. And the start of that journey might be having me point out wildlife in a slightly more wild setting, teaching them to notice and think about and wonder about various different things. If I point out how the male dragonflies are guarding prime egg-laying spots if you only stop to watch, maybe they’ll wonder what else they can notice if they stop and pay attention to the bugs in their yard. If I show them the little spring flowers under their feet that they didn’t even notice, maybe they’ll look for them as they walk to their mailbox at home. If I teach them to listen to the alarm calls that birds make, maybe it will unlock a whole new soundscape in their backyard.

Connecting to nature is important both for conservation and for our own physical and mental health. The more we care about something, or at least understand it, the more we protect it. People don’t need to come away from my hikes loving vultures, but if they come away understanding that every living thing is connected in our ecosystem, that’s what’s important. They don’t have to like vultures to see the importance of that interconnectedness and consider their own role in it (although liking vultures is always encouraged). And not only is our health linked to the health of the planet, we are also a species that evolved in nature like every other and it is genuinely good for our health to engage with it. Exercise is one thing, but then also just being in the sun improves the quality of sleep you get and increases the production of dopamine and serotonin in your brain. Exposure to nature makes you more relaxed. Being aware of the living things around you is mentally stimulating and makes you feel less alone, and more engaged with the passage of time and the things going on around you. This is why nature accessibility is so important, both in terms of having natural spaces available to people of all income levels and in a way that works with our capitalist work and life schedules and in terms of making it accessible to disabled people, especially those who can’t leave the house. (Side note, I really admire how @geopsych gets people that nature exposure and connection through their photography)

So idk, that’s my mission as a nature educator. Yes, I love infodumping and getting to show people coyote pelts and baby bugs and all the little nature secrets. But that’s the larger goal I carry beyond the self-satisfaction of talking about nature facts. It’s a very big goal but like everything in an ecosystem, little impacts add up, and I hope I’ll be able to make lots of those little impacts throughout my life.

[calamity-aims]

20 questions!

thanks for the tags @gaeasun @saltsanford @purgetrooperfox <3 love you guys

How many works do you have on AO3?

75

What’s your total AO3 word count?

238,592 (ooh I'mma celebrate when I hit a quarter million)

What fandoms do you write for?

mostly Star Wars! I wrote fic for some other fandoms early on but we don't talk about those

What are your top five fics by kudos?

your heartbeat's a countdown - crack fic in which the Jedi know the clones are a trap and try to avoid them at all costs

Necessary - a whumpy Voltron Klance fic I wrote after the first season (before the show went to hell)

their days are darker - in which Wolffe doesn't know how to drop anything and Fox is having the worst two days of his life

the broken-hearted rang their steeple bells - tropey Witcher kinkmeme fill that for some baffling reason has tons of kudos

exploitation, hesitation - short oneshot in which Fox assumes General Kenobi is just like his natborn superior officers and reacts accordingly

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to reply to every single one (unless it was just emojis) but then I fell off and now I feel bad :( I read them all though! and they are so treasured! one day I will make it through the backlog

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ooh see despite writing a lot of angst, I almost always write happy endings, so maybe I'll take no gold, I'll take no silver (please read the tags on that one). maybe spit some blood at the camera is pretty sad too, actually

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

all of them!! yayyyy! even if it's not spelled out, I usually resolve things because that's the world I want to live in! every fic is a fix-it fic

Do you get hate on fics?

not really, mostly just people asking when I'm going to finish, although I have seen people complaining that my version of Fox/Corries is banal and overdone which like yeah. I agree. but my brain won't let me move on.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

hell yeah I do! I don't know what "what kind" means - I write characters fucking, never x reader and rarely OCs; and it's usually somewhat kinky because I just can't not

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've written a few fusions/AUs - elysium is as far as to is a Gladiator AU, everyone wants a double feature is a Pacific Rim AU, and more human than human is a Bladerunner AU. but I've never done a straight-up crossover, although there are a few bouncing around in my brain (namely, the GAR joins the Decepticons and another where Boromir meets Rex and falls in love)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah I've had real problems with people plagiarizing fics, from lifting whole sections of dialogue to copying really specific scenes

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, but one got a podfic

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

yeah I cowrote hold me like a grudge and sometimes a parrot talks (unfinished) with the fabulous @postapocalyptic-cryptic!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

oh man. I love Quinlan/Fox to death. but I will admit that I was Stucky trash from the very beginning.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

ooh there's a lot. Mace/Fox fic, sometimes a parrot talks, deaged Corries, chroma...

What are your writing strengths?

hm. I don't know. I think I'm good at characterization and dialogue?

What are your writing weaknesses?

fukcin plot beyond "there is hurt and then there is comfort". and also explaining more about people's emotions, like, I know what they're feeling but I need to tell other people

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I just use google translate, I'm sorry

First fandom you wrote for?

oh boy oh fuck. The first fandom I ever wrote for was Phantom of the Opera when I was in eighth grade. go ahead and laugh

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

uhhh. aaa? um. probably unexplain the unforgivable, but I also really liked how a once and future sun turned out

no pressure tags for @postapocalyptic-cryptic @meerlichtz @milfmisspiggy @catboydogma @jaigeye

[darlingpwease]

What?? I'm not even trying to escape this time 😭😭 she sounds so cool tho,, I don't know anyone irl who reads those kind of novels, and the people online who write about them are small so I always get excited when I see people talk/write about it lmao,, so she sounds amazing to talk to (I bet she was wonderful either way but I think you know what I mean)

That's alright <333 I absolutely love reading web novels,, so I read those kind of stories a lot

From me??? I just don't think it was ever brought up before for me to mention it. I think they're safe <333 /t ...👀 they're really good I'd suggest reading them some time

KNOW this novel? I practically BREATHED it when I first read it /j

🎉🎉

AAA so good so good <<333

He'd be so adorable clinging to you. When you first met him (again), you originally thought that it would be you following him, not the other way around. Maybe getting jealous over your past self, so whenever you go and take Xie Lian on a date, you do so to replace those memories with who you are now. Xie Lian has even caught on to it after a while, but he can't bare to tell you that not only do you have no reason to be jealous over yourself, but also that you're already doing something you've done before <//333

That doesn't make him any less happy though, he happily indulges you. Every new object you buy him is always similar to one you've done before, every festival you take him to, you both have already celebrated, every mountain to camp in and river to swim in, there's always a trace of you two. Not that either are complaining though.

Yes yes,, I agree I agree. Both are good, very good.

-panna cotta

🤨🤨🤨I can't trust you. the only thing I can do is believe that if I grab you by your fox tail, you won't run any further🙄 /t /j yes yes~ she was very absorbed in what she liked and passionate, and although she was too perfectionist, she was very sweet and loving to talk about her thoughts. we stopped communicating after I gave up my old works, but I still hope that everything is fine with her and she is now doing what she loves<3 (bad for them, though, I sympathize with everyone who doesn't know my cute flower boy<///3)

mhm,,, I prefer novels about transmigrators and the like than exclusively xiaxia — with rare exceptions</3 luo binghe my beloved<//3

I mean, you can enter topics without me having to raise the green flag🤨 our relationship is now an imbalance of power I see🙄😒 /t /hj I almost finished reading svsss at the time and accidentally found the 'blessing', but I could not bring myself to read the demonic cultivator, although it looks the most interesting and tragic,,, but I will accept your words, just because of your not completely fox-like authority, and at least some faith in your words.

🎤🎤🎤 tell me something else, I'm listening carefully, I don't trust simple words on the Internet!!! /t /j who are your favorite characters??? /gen

husband material<3333 im so so so in love with him until yuuta does not appear in front of me</33333

xie lian looks,,,, looks like a puppy. the very obsessive, emotional, sensitive and gentle puppy who puts chin on your palm and smiles like the july midday sun when everything around you seems to shine, emphasizing his extraterrestrial beauty, — only to be able to protect you from everything by more than cruel and ferocious methods, not allowing anything else and no one to take you away from him, going against what should happen when xie lian finds you again and again, eventually becoming so good at it that he begins to feel when you reappear and be yours a shadow by the time you were already mature enough that the thread of your destiny began to weave — and was cut and intertwined into one where he would be the only thing in your life.

the Gods cannot interfere with what is about to happen, but he has already sunk down enough and has been overthrown not only and not so much by heaven, but also by you, kissing you while your fingers slide along his neck, stroking the marks on his thin skin, almost forgetting that he is a God, that he is much stronger and powerful than you when xie lian looks at you from the bottom up, touching your palms with lips and letting you let his hair down, enjoying the painfully familiar unfamiliar look; for a moment you see the most gentle and kind young man, looking with bright naive eyes, kind and impulsive, spoiled by the world and fate itself, not yet knowing either the dirt or the sadness of the world — eccentric, but divine, like only a soaring bird or the first ray of the sun after a hundred years of harsh winter. he was like a kaleidoscope of colors, unblemished by nothing but his morality, desire and you, stealing kisses from you while no one is looking, timidly intertwining his fingers with you, learning something like this for the first time — your prince was bright, colorful, intense and loud, he was everywhere and always with you, while your god was gentle, quiet and calm, like a gentle timid wildflower, much more beautiful than any decorative ones, but at the same time not at all the way you remembered the one who scratched your heart like a kitten with a claw. and you know that he sees it in your eyes, for a moment kissing more jealously and rudely, as if forcing you to think about him now, about what he is doing now, childishly hating when he saw in your eyes not himself now, but the prince who caused your death,

who killed you.

he tells you that you've met before, he knows you even when he was a prince, like a demon whispering to you about the time when you were almost lovers, and he promised that you would become Gods together and be always together, that he would protect you from everything and you would make this world perfect, — and you have strangely detailed dreams about a kingdom that no longer exists, and a facial craze, forcing you to wake up in a cold sweat while xie lian lies nearby, not needing sleep, but just wanting to be there with you — and immediately feeling that your heartbeat is going crazy while you're breathing hoarse, loud, scared, and he's gently soothing you, without asking what you dreamed, as if not for the first time encountering this,

and for a moment you are bitter that you may not be his first "you".

while he goes further, sees more, hears more, while you only look back, seeing that he has become different, and each time your memories are more and more mixed — when you were the child of a rich peasant, when you were the child of a rich merchant's concubine, when you were the eldest child of a high-ranking general, when you were a member of the royal family, when you became the child of a famous scholar from the city — and there he is, always he is, always leading you away from how it should be, as if already at the moment when you were born, your fate was intertwined with his, no matter in which state you were born or where, he will always find you. and the more memories mixed about it, the more thoughts mixed with others, the more glances, no longer understanding whether he looks at you or at that peasant, or at that townsperson, or at that heir to the kingdom — or as his future spouse, as if you can only be his spouse, to be with him like mandarin ducks, whom everyone is trying to separate with the help of blows of a stick on the water.

you are devoted to him, he is the only God in whom you believe, you know that you will never leave him and you will never stop believing in him — but you have limits when you no longer understand what you are doing, while xie lian only becomes even more clingy and needy, bringing you to your home, where it is very conveniently, he takes care that the house in the forest is comfortable and clean when you return, even if can't cook you anything delicious despite all attempts.

when he almost obsessively tries to make you understand that this is a beautiful house, with beautiful things, in a beautiful place, very beautiful and nice, as you love, he knows how you love, and you just... you get... tired. knowing that you are constantly repeating yourself, because you do not change the same way as he does, do not remember everything, do not know what you did and did not do until deja vu pounces on you, as if humiliating you in the fact that you constantly go to the same places. this is good at first, but the period of your reincarnation is painfully short, as if you are just floating around the world until you find a suitable body instead of passing the circle of reincarnation; and although xie lian becomes even more and more obsessive with you every time, even more dependent, feeling how his world becomes stable and correct while you are around, it hurts you to understand that you have nothing to give him.

you adore him, you are absolutely loyal to him and absolutely devoted, and you know how painful your lives are without him, and how you remember all your lives and his when you see his gentle soft figure, but maybe that's why you will never be equal to him.

because you are so full of love for him and his love for you that you will never be able to ascend until you feel everything that is meant for you.

hehehe~ panna cotta of culture, I see<3333

[amandacanwrite]

Hey Guys, remember that Halsin one shot I wrote?

I've been thinking of...putting Halsin and The Fox (yet to be named) into my Violet Thread of Fate series, since people have been enjoying the little OC vibes I've given Elinna and The Fox.

Will also allow for a party to form, which will be v cool.

but idk--want to know what you guys think because I wanna make sure people will like it. I could also just keep things kinda episodic for Halsin and Fox, continue making little one shots for it.

I'm sorry if these constant interest checks are annoying.

Going to tag the tag list from the halsin oneshot and for VTF since you guys are the ones I'm primarily writing for!! (aside from me lol.) What do you think? Merge the stories together so they're all in the same "party?" or keep it separate?

@itty-bitty-dancer @thoughts-of-bear @tryingtowritestuff24 @drabblesandimagines @soupaisu @ladyoakenshield157 @ladytesla @incrediblethirst @baldurs-gate-simp @themidnighttiger @rayskittles33 @hippiewrites @whisperingwillowxox @ethereal-sk1es @cosywinterevenings @themartiansdaughter @brain-has-left @any59 @madwomansapologist @midnightmoonytales @unaliveoni @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @kellerybird @tiedyedghoulette @jenn-duncan @thelittledoe @esotericeribos @robingreysantos @erwinmybeloved @itdobe-foggy @witchywannabe3263 @kaimxri @cryingoverpixelsetc @theoriginalannoyingbird @softvampirewhump @horizonstridee @thoughts-of-bearr @mymybirdiee @tiedyedghoulettee @madwomansapologistt @hijirikawww @tryingtowritestuff244 @laserlopee @auroraesmeraldarosee @puckprimrosee @dont-try-pesticidee @cherifrotteng @circusofthelastdayss  @nourangull @crucibelle @fan-aaa-tic