#hnnn this is... Not Great

[luv-again]

oughhhh thought i'd bowl out this draft today (WRONG). might be halfway thru. which sucks bc i want my weekend. however, this piece does feel manageable so long as i keep things brief. it's so low effort but idc. it's not my fanfic, so love and care is reduced by 75%

[moechies]

riding toji ; what a pain ! 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。

finger in butt :o , riding , faux dubcon , anal mention

ever since he asked you to get on top, he was whipped. he doesn’t think there’s anything better than this, pretty tits bouncing up in his face, your twitching cunny fervently around his cock, and your desperate grapples at his arm for help. oh, this is perfect; this is what life is all about.

he especially loves when you give up, your soft body plaint against his bulky, hot one as you hide your flushed face in the cove of his shoulder. you feel his hard stomach under yours, abs and pecs pressing into your skin.

he can’t help but scale his fingers down your figure in your moment of rest, admiring each and every cell that forms your gorgeous shape, gentle fingers pinching the skin of your waist.

he sets his eyes on the mound of your butt, his trailing finger slowly crawling against a forbidden region; your butthole.

you’re dazed and fucked out of your mind, yearning for nothing more but to fall asleep with a click, but the heavy cock that lays within your gummy walls prevents you from doing so. while you’re distracted, you feel a singular ragged finger drag its way along the crevice of your mound, pressing against the puckered, virgin hole above your tainted cunny;

“n—no ! not there toji…” you whine, shaking your head against his shoulder. it’s hard for you to scramble away despite your tried efforts, his lodged cock keeping you still.

you know he would take you however he desired to, despite your little begs of no. nothing you say matters when you’re laying against him without a single ounce of strength remaining in your body, solely waiting for the man to get impatient and end up fucking you to sleep.

his thick finger relentlessly presses into the resisting hole, making you cry out. your nails dig into the sweat-gleaming muscle of the man, causing him to let out a light hiss.

“damn tight, little girl .” he chuckles, bucking his hips up into your cunt, readjusting your position on top. you squeal, pounding your fist against his chest with a complaining mewl. he’s so abrupt. he continues your efforts, a hand laid against your back to keep you pliant against him as he rocks his hips gently against your warmth. a thick finger prodding itself in and out of your butthole, and it’s all too much.

“noooo—“ you cry, humping your ass back into his palm. “hnnn… h—hurts back there.” he laughs at the irony of it all; he knows you’re feeling good, what can he say ? he knows how to make you feel great. he knows it’s all a ploy in able to get him to praise you, praise you for being such a good girl, for taking everything he’s giving you, and it works.

“shh, my sweet girl. takin’ m’finger so well. good, good girl .”

you let out a wanton moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure, just as the chubby tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. his finger pumps a tad faster, a tad deeper and it fills you so wrongfully well.

“y’gonna take my cock in here next time, hm? that’s what the best girls do.”

[martiansodas-blog]

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

standford!art who’s your best friend finds out no guy has ever hit your gspot before :(

“are you being serious?”

but it's so fuckin easy! he thinks

your cheeks get warm. you focus on the various hangnails you have instead of making eye contact.

“um...yeah.” you say quietly.

he immediately regrets having such a big reaction and scolds himself.

those rotten frat guys, they only care about one thing.

“hey, hey,” he touches your cheek and crouches a little so he's no longer towering over you. “i didn’t mean to embarrass you, sweetheart. it’s not your fault. they’re just inattentive."

“thanks.” you mutter with no expression in your voice.

he was too curious not to ask,

“have you ever found it by yourself?”

a laugh involuntary escaped.

“i’ve never tried.”

art fake pouts.

“you poor girl,” he coos, putting it on thick.

you scoff, but the heat in your cheeks only gets worse and you cant help but smile. he’s way too good at breaking your walls down, and he knew it

“i can show you, if you like.”

your body becomes unmoving.

"what?"

the most logical explanation you can think of is that he spoke a different language and it was lost in translation. because surely he wasn't offering what you think he was offering.

“what kind of friend would i be if i didn’t?”

he had that stupid smirk on his face.

“wait, you’re serious?? wha-”

he steps closer to you, close enough you can feel his body heat.

“we’ve always been closer than most friends, no?”

you shake your head.

“i mean, yeah, but that’s-“

his body goes stiff, eyebrows furrowed like that's the worst news you could've given him.

now he's the one shaking his head. his mostly blue eyes become fixed on the ground. he looked like a kicked puppy.

“that was a stupid idea. you're right. m'sorry. i don’t know why i brought it up."

he begins to walk off.

are you actually going to reject this offer from your insanely handsome best friend? half the girls at stanford would kill for this opportunity. and here it is, falling into your lap.

“wait!”

he wipes the smile off his face before turning around.

“yeah, uh… i’d like that.”

he breaks into a smile.

"really? i truly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

there's still a frown gracing his features.

"you didn't! you didn't. i was just caught off guard. that's all."

"...okay" he smirks slightly.

"okay."

another awkward silence presents itself. what should you-

"come over to my dorm at 8 tonight. that is of course unless you want to do it at yours and risk your roommate catching a free peep show."

his sudden confidence caught you off guard. he's giving you whiplash at this point.

"uh, no. no. yours is great."

who the hell can afford a private dorm as a sophomore?

oh right. tennis champions...

before he goes, he kisses you on the cheek. the first of many that would occur that day. his lips are the perfect proportion for his face and they feel like being touched by a pink cloud.

3 hours later

''FUCK, art, please"

"aww, i know baby. no one can treat you like i can."

its relentless. the entire time. the top half of him babys you while the bottom half tries to leave an imprint.

you didn't know your back could arch this much.

"are you gonna cry from how good it is? poor girl."

and you do. saltwater flows down your cheek and he wipes it off and cradles your head, showing you some mercy.

"you can do it, babygirl. you can give me one more, cant you?"

you nod fervently. it wasn't even about orgasming (of which you've done twice) anymore it was about making him happy.

"yes," you pant "ill come for you, artie, shit hnnn."

once you started babbling you couldn't stop. he thought it was adorable, honestly. he's never made a girl dumb on his cock this quickly. you really needed it.

you're gonna be so fun to play with. he thought.

he pecked your cheek while coaxing you through it.

"atta girl, make my cock all creamy for me. you can do it."

you feel every muscle, no. every atom in your body relaxes. and where your bodies met was so warm and slick and art might slip if he's not careful.

"there you go" he whispered into your neck. "so beautiful. such a good girl, im so proud of you. knew you could do it."

you think he is peppering kisses across your face and chest but you cant will your eyes to open yet and every inch of your skin is tingling.

your semiconsciousness works to his advantage because he loves resting inside you. he could fall asleep just like this but you probably wouldn't like that.

he strokes your hair and stares at you while you recover. he wants to let you fall asleep right away but knows that's not wise.

"c'mon, angel," he says softly as he scoops you up. "lets get you cleaned up."

[2kiran]

゛ KEEGAN P RUSS ⸝⸝ “damn, kid, who taught you that?”

synopsis. a man who's too starved of attention and a man who's low on patience. you two make a great pair, in spite of the prominent presence of your denial. | word count. 0,9k // 978 ◞

caution. bratty keegan. top male reader. mentioned spanking. gun play. degradation kink. dumbification. rough anal sex. no use of protection (wrap it before you tap it). namecalling (whore, slut).

3KVENT NAVI ﹑ MAIN MASTERLIST

keegan russ who's the epitome of need. he'll shamelessly yearn for your presence, grabby hands clinging onto your shoulder to feign friendliness with the gesture. he grips harsher than necessary, stepping a little bit too close. it's normal; unordinary out of sight, until his clothed cock purposely brushes against your thigh and you decide that act alone is your final straw.

his face nuzzling the pillow within his arms, muffling the high-pitched whimpers that fleed his quivering lips. “please- haah.. don' be a tease.” keegan russ who lazily pushes himself back into your face when your harsh hand relents it's assault on his ass, now replaced with your mellow and wet tongue tracing the red prints.

spittle dribbles down your chin, gathering on his lower cheek. it stung, tears prickling keegan russ' lashes. the angry head of his cock spat out pre, weeping at the feeling of the pink muscle lapping at him. you were right there, his muscles contracting around nothing as he felt your breath hit his hole. if only he knew how to make you move closer.

“or what?” cold and deadly. something so familiar trailing down and down until it heavily rested against the base of his dick.

he's internally panicking, heart skipping beats until his hips gently rock, pursuing that sensation. keegan russ' mouth is lost and locked on his face. “you're fuckin' pathetic. are you not ashamed? a man like you gets so wet from a gun.”

he loves when you use that tone on him. he tilts his head enough, eyes peeking above his shoulder and he nearly cums on polished wood when his stare lands on your kneeling form. your teeth grazes him, tickles his flesh, injecting into his skin and you're suddenly a drug that's inscribed into his being. engraved into that distant heart of his, pounding with life solely for you.

“that's your doin'.” keegan russ states, matter-of-factly. he lets out a drawled whine when you pull away, saliva sticking to him and it's concerning how he doesn't feel an ounce of disgust. the sight has you itching to snap an image of his ass matching the crimson on his flushed face. “did i say you could speak, whore?”

you rise to your feet, fingers wrapping themselves in his strands and tugging him closer to you. he's like an obedient dog, well trained to know the signal, locking his lips onto yours. an intimate tangle, shoving your tongue into his awaiting mouth and swallowing down his surprised moan.

pressing your straining cock against his sensitive backside, it's as if you're sucking the air out of his lungs. he's the first to free himself from the kiss, panting harshly to recover.

“you - hnnn - asked me a question, and 'm not ashamed. i want it, want you.” he's murmuring through dreamy breaths, hips gently rolling to wordlessly convince you to finally fuck him.

the muzzle of your gun coaxes out a bone-chilling pattern up his length, rubbing along the underside of his tip. your jaw tenses, clenches, attempting not to lose your temper and give in immediately. his teasing undeniably worked on you, the memory of that daring look he passed you too tempting for you to rid of.

the hard structures built in his mouth dug into the silk case of the pillow, drool seeping and smearing across the material. his groans barely dulled, sobbing freely to eradicate the blur in his vision. keegan russ reduced to a stupefied slut, bent to your will as he's teetering both on the edge and your last nerve.

“is that th - the best you can do?” he gasps, clenching around you.

you grind inside of him, cock caressing his prostate with slow, smooth motions. drawing out, rim taut around the thickness. “shut it.” your hips slam forward, jolting the man and it has pain striking his abdomen when the edge of the desk jabs him.

the pistol sits neatly within your hold, pointed to the back of his head. it sends an abrupt shiver to his spine, the sense of death overwhelming him. “shit, you're so tight. what, you don't want me to pull out that badly?” he doesn't get to answer. you don't let him.

keegan russ who almost shrieks when your other hand grabs his hip, the bruising grip failing to genuinely hurt as you force him to fuck himself on your dick. “hnnngh! it's—” he interrupts himself with a loud gasping-moan, muzzle pressing on him harder.

“not your fault? just look at yourself.” you guide him, hole clinging onto you desperately, as if he's keeping you in - begging you to stay inside of him. he's never felt so full, unable to form rational sentences that would defend his current state. “all dumb 'cause of my cock. can't believe it took a few touches to get you like this.”

the pace quickens, body numbing from the force. you wrap an arm around his middle, yanking him upwards. the weapon against his temple, reminding him of it's presence, a weak whimper falling in between the pleasure-blinding moments. “what a slut you are.”

your leaky tip repeatedly rammed his sweet spot, his walls carrying the shape of your size. keegan russ cries out, hands reaching your forearm to ground himself to reality. a zip of ecstasy runs through him and up to cut his train of thoughts. brain idly sensing how your finger was centimeters away from the trigger.

his dick twitches, pearly, thick ropes spurting from his neglected slit. he would've doubled over if it wasn't for your strong hold keeping him in place, lowering the gun and kissing his cheek whilst he comes down from his high.

keegan russ groans out, the sound mixing with a half-whine. he was needy, and you lacked the copious amount required of patience to tolerate it. he had to have more. “why'd you stop?”

[k-looking-glass-house]

Happy (fanon) Birthday Chenya'!

Yes....it's happening, ...Did I gave fanon birthday to the twiwon's cast leftover.....Yes!

And what better than the only day which can appear or disappear every 4 years for our dear chescha'cat!

Yes ....it means Riddle tells everyone that Chenya is only 4/5 because it's true.... Ruuuuuuullllleeeeeee *p&s ref*

I didn't have enough time to finish this one... sorry Alchemi Alchemivinch Pinka... sketch...only sketch colo

Pat pat it's like a Disneyland's GRWM outfit!

ALCHEMI ALCHEMIVICH PINKA~ SSR We're all mad here

Summon Line: “Nyaachulululuuu, aren't we all mad here? If you're looking for a rabbit you got it wrong~” Groooovy!!: "We're all mad here! I'm mad, you're mad! *grinning*" Home: "Alchemi Alchemivich Pinka!! Say it ONCE again!" Home Idle 1: "Can you stand on your head? *disappearing*" Home Idle 2: "My birthday is a mystery, isn't it great, dealing with a desk and nyot a crow?" Home Idle 3:" In the Queendom of Roses, unyhappy birthday are great, but happy birthday are even better!" Home Idle - Login: "I'm stranger, you're stranger...Together we are.... strangers! Nyahihihihi" Home Idle - Groovy: "I wannya meet Riddle and Trey, hihihihi let's surprise them together!" Home Tap 1: "*humming* *floating head*" Home Tap 2: "It's always tea time, but right now I want a pinkitty drinkitty! Nya~" Home tap 3: "My age? Hnnn hihihi I'm 5! You don't believe me?? Ask Riddle~" Home Tap 4: "Oh... how was.... I able to enter Nyaght Raven College? Actually your headmaster is very "yashashii"! It's true! I told him he had a sweet hat goodbye!" Home Tap 5: "My grandpa is so excited every 4 years to celebrate this special day with me! How great, how great! *purring* (kill this headcanon of my brain now)" Home Tap - Groovy: "*appearing* Boo!!! Nyahahaha did I startled you? Ahhwww sorry sorry, let me headpat you! *humming*"

Bonus: MAGIC DUO

Chenya': This way, that way? Nyakufufu~ Yuu(sona): Happy birthday Chenya'!

[wolven91]

It's the Law

"But it's illegal!" Pointed out the canid, quickly checking over his shoulder, then the other one, ears twitching and nose shuffling.  A canid, even an adolescent like Olio. Max just grinned his mischievous grin. They all but adults and about to leave education behind to pick up jobs themselves, it felt like the end of an era.

Like if they didn't start breaking the rules now, they never would later. A childhood inside the ever-present metal hull of the GC station had been both of their 'worlds' for as long as they could walk. It was pretty hard to commit crimes outside of organised crime on these things thanks to the incredible control that the GC had over these artificial worlds.

"And? You always follow the law?" Asked Max, gently rocking himself in the hammock that had been tied up between two pipes. Olio and he were currently in their 'clubhouse'. What had started as a 'den' of sorts when they were actual kids had turned into a pretty damn good place to go hide when they wanted to be assured, they weren't being spied on.

No security strips could see into their space, but that didn't stop the canid from being paranoid. Max couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for Olio. His biology compelled him, instinctually, to follow instructions and seek authority. To be the authority, or at least it's arm.

"Yes!" The canid replied, worry etched on his features. Max merely reached out and gently held Olio's oversized head before bringing him in to rest his head on top of his stomach. The canid had grown rapidly as of late; he was already so big that they had to raise Max's hammock just so the canid could talk to him without being sat on the ground. It was a bit daunting to climb out on his own, but for the most part Olio just lifted Max in and out of the hammock as and when. 

"Bah. Time to break the law then." Max declared, shrugging happily, gently scratching his nails into the skull of the canid who's eyes rolled back and upwards, his eyelids dropping down.

Max couldn't help but chuckle at the tiny pink tongue tip that appeared at the very end of Olio's muzzle.

"Hnnn... but you can just give me permission?" Olio pointed out, cracking an eyelid, although the eyeball rolled around a moment before focusing on the lounging human. Max merely shook his head.

"No. You're gonna' break the law so you can say you did. Do it, without my permission." Max retorted, "You really want to go to basic without being able to say you've pulled at the lease at least once? You know you can't lie for shit." Max grinned down at the canid.

He wasn't going away forever, Christ, he was going to be coming home every night except when mandated to stay in the barracks. But the other canids were likely able to say they stole something, or smoked or drank something they weren't allowed to.

How many canids could say that they had gotten close enough to a human to touch them, without the guardian pulling their arm off?

Olio stood up, blinking away the dopamine of scratches and shook himself, the great canid mane ruffling in the enclosed space. Max always loved how it looked like a rockstar's hairdo. Olio would love metal music if Max could ever get his hands on some.

"Alright. I'm not asking permission." Declared Olio, Max raising a single eyebrow in response, but said nothing.

A giant clawed hand rose up and approached Max's head. It hovered for a moment, before the leather pads made contact with Max's head. They stood there, frozen for a moment before Olio found the confidence to curl his fingers slightly and scratch at Max's scalp.

The human had expected it to be clumsy and painful, even by accident, but Olio's care meant that he was purely focused on actually petting Max. Eventually, the canid's hand started to gently stroke Max's hair, going with the grain before the leather pads brushed down the side of his face, touching the beginnings of a scraggly beard, grown only by the pubescent.

Max had his eyes closed before flinching as a leather thumb pad stroked along his eyebrows.

"The hell?"

"I'm stroking your fur."

"Not my eyebrows you dork."

"It's fur, isn't it?"

"No!"

"What do you mean no?!"

[cyberrose2001]

hnnn I don’t normally ask for requests but my TFP fixation came back swinging, your drabbles have been a great read, and I have a mIGHTY NEEEED.. feel free to ignore this one, though!

Could I possibly request human fem reader that’s usually quiet and laid-back and laughs off their problems, getting caught breaking down because they’ve grown very attached to TFP Optimus (or Ratchet, I’d be happy with either) despite not having a guardian of their own (those two are busy mechs after all😩) and even though they’re ready to fight anyone and anything that threatens the ones they care about they realize they’re too small and weak to help protect them if it came down to it?

TFP Optimus x reader

Hi!! Thank you for requesting! This was very nice to write, I hope that this is something you were looking for… enjoy!! <3

Warnings: SFW/Fluff, very brief description of death, reader has slight crush on OP if you squint hard enough.

Word count: 1046

The problem with happy, go lucky people like yourself is that the highs are high, and the lows are low. Yeah, you’re content with whatever life hurls at you and tend to shake the dust off your shoulders, not bothered by grievances. But sometimes, you wonder what purpose you bring to this surreal life you’ve found yourself cushioned in. It’s a blessing and, unfortunately, a curse.

You met the Autobots about a year ago, another heavy boulder that life had hurled at you, but instead of shattering it into a million pieces just so you could brush it off your back, you found comfort and love in it. Especially Optimus, who of which was the one that suggested you join them after a near miss with Starscream. A robust yet imperturbable mech that you would lay down your life for, a life that is relatively minuscule in comparison to your larger Cybertronian companion.

That’s when your mind tends to drift to your purpose. What was the point of being a part of the Autobots aside from protection? When it comes down to it, there’s really not much you can do to help them significantly. You can’t cock a shotgun and run head-first into a hoard of Decepticons; one wrong step from one of them, and you’d be dead, reduced to smush in the dirt and most likely forgotten.

So you sulk. That’s all you can do. You sulk in one of the many corridors of the silo you’ve tended to call home because there is nothing that you could possibly do to safeguard him or at least return the favour for providing you with sanctuary. The floor is cold, but your tears provide a distracting warmth as they pool onto the arms you’ve buried your head in.

You’ve been sitting here for some time now, and your back is tingly from not moving. You’re entirely focused on crying your heart out that you don’t even notice the rumbling footsteps approaching your pathetic form.

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Oh shit. It’s Optimus. You can’t face him right now, and you don’t want to. He doesn’t need to see how much you’ve been crying. So, you keep your head in your arms, hoping and praying that he’ll walk away, forget about you like your mind thinks he should.

He doesn’t, which you had expected. Instead, you hear the hydraulics of his pedes in what you’d suspect to be him crouching down and the gentle cold touch of a digit gently prying your arms away from your face.

“Has something happened to you? Why are you upset?” The gentle baritone of his voice is so soothing, yet painful to hear because at least he’s pretending to care about you.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You croak, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. It does nothing but smear the salty drops into your hairline. You take the opportunity to glance into his optics, and shit, does he have the most sympathetic look on his face you’ve ever seen from him.

Optimus quirks an optic ridge, then proceeds to sit beside you against the wall with a twang, vibrating the floor beneath you, “I believe I have been around your kind long enough to know that you are hurting,” he turns to face you, “I would not be troubled if you were to indulge me.”

There’s no getting out of this. You need to do what you do best and shrug this off your shoulders.

“I uh,” You sniffle before another barrage of tears flows down your face, “God, Optimus, I’m sorry about this.”

“Do not be,” Optimus reaches down to press a digit to the palm of your hand, an attempt that makes your heart skip a beat, “This is clearly something that is significant to you; take your time and breathe.”

You nod, taking a shaky breath as he orders, “Why do you care so much about me- I mean, us? Why risk your life for a human when you know there’s nothing we can do for you,” Another shaky breath, and you grip his digit, “Why do you do it?”

Optimus’ optics hover over your form, clearly thinking through your words in deep thought. He hums, then turns his helm to the wall before you both, “Tell me, why do you think we protect your kind?”

“Well, we’re pathetic, tiny, primitive meat bags who can’t even-“

“No,” Optimus interrupts you, shaking his helm. A small smile creeps onto his face, “In fact, it is quite the opposite.”

“But how?” You crane your neck to look at him, red, irritated eyes on full display, “How can you say that when we’ve done literally nothing to help your cause?” A pause, and you glance down to the digit that you still cling onto, “I mean- just look. My hand doesn’t even begin to compare to one of your fingers.”

Optimus follows your eyes to his servo, staring at it curiously. He then cups your hand around it, ultimately holding your hand, “It is not the physical differences I am referring to, but the selflessness of providing for us.”

You suck in a breath, blinking away the rest of your tears, “W-What?”

“I do not think you realise your importance to our cause. If not for the valiant efforts to provide us with crucial resources in our battle with the Decepticons, well, we would have no safe place for sanctuary.” Optimus gently squeezes your hand and looks into your reddened windows to your soul, “No place to call home.”

You stare up at him in shock. You never considered that there wouldn’t be a safe place for you to stay if humans hadn't given the Autobots a safe place in the first place. You’re not useless and weak like you think you are. The feeling of relief and disbelief is all too much for you to handle, and you let your tears fall once again, leaning down to rest your head on his servo.

Optimus is unfazed and lets you pour your heart and soul onto him. He closes his optics, basking in your presence as your sobs turn blissful. Content that he can provide you comfort and a safe space, as you have done for him.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

ill have u know i binged read all 26 chapters of jd AND redownloaded tumblr all during my finals week bc of ur amazing story alsjjdh. i actually found myself pleasantly surprised when i (stalked) your account and saw that you wrote many other stories that i bookmarked! you have such an exquisite and enthralling way of writing its amazing.

anyways some of my favorite moments were childe (of course) simping over zhongli’s not-smile which was literally the cutest thing ever esp when zhongli tried to hide it with a leaf. it was also a great (yet bittersweet) callback to him being insecure over his fake smile and teeth. persevere, childe. the crush may seem one sided but slowly but surely it’ll pay off 🫡. also everyone being able to tell what zhongli’s feeling bc of his eyes is so sweet and sad as well. just makes me wonder how he felt ruling liyue especially since guizhong was dead and he was pretty much alone for the most part (well, same situation here but still…)

speaking of, i wonder if we ever get to find out what happened to teyvat liyue? the gnosis is under the sea and presumably childe wont set off osial since thatd be uh. certainly a move. or maybe the explosion prematurely loosened his seal? and the sudden disappearance of the well loved consultant zhongli is definitely not going to be unnoticed, either. anyways i saw the happy endings tag so yay!! whether or not he’s back in teyvat or sticks with the gang here is a happy enough ending in my boat.

sorry for the yapping (and i AM a yapper) but thanks for all of your hard work <3

hnnn thank you;;

a couple of asks did wonder how things would play out in the liyue archon quest w/o zhongli there n the tl;dr is that since everyone saw rex lapis get killed the fatui (or anyone else for that matter) wouldn't be put under suspicion of anything, so it would end up being a mystery investigation quest of the qixing + adepti + the fatui all collaborating to figure out what even happened and where tf the gnosis is. childe indeed wouldn't release osial n he'd be the only one mad enough to go dive into the now abyss-corrupted depths of guyun to fish for the gnosis lmao the contract between the tsaritsa n zl had no clauses for this scenario, so since it wasn't fulfilled but technically not broken either, she never tells childe the truth n signora thinks its hilarious that he'll never know n so accidentally takes the secret to the grave and i say mystery investigation quest but i think that would be happening in the background, the main plotline/gameplay would probably be hu tao making the funeral for rex lapis. she would be the only one to make the connection that mr zhongli was morax n thus would spend the entire quest trying to talk her way through the funeral rites being made to mr zhongli's liking without making it obvious that that's what's happening hahah

[salternateunreality2]

You all have Tumblr crushes on each other

PSA: ALL YOU SHY DORKS ARE SO ADORABLE AND I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE ALL SHY ABOUT EACH OTHER

If you want to talk to someone on here, there is a HIGH LIKELIHOOD they want to talk to you too. The magic trick to go from "hnnn Tumblerina12 is so cool and I love their writing/art/whatever and want to talk to them about Blorbo13" to "TUMBLERINA12 AND I TALKED ABOUT BLORBO13 AND IT WAS GREAT" is TALKING TO THEM.

You can do it. I believe in you. There are so many awesome and lovely people on here who feel just as awkward as you do and want to talk to you just as much. DO IT.

It doesn't have to be over DMs, you can comment on things and reblog and tag and ask.

I shit you not, at least five of you have come to me saying you really like someone else's stuff but haven't talked to them because you're shy. IT IS SOMETIMES ABOUT EACH OTHER. YOU ARE MUTUALLY SHY.

This is both of you talking about each other (sailor moon) while I get more and more salty about my friends not realizing how awesome they all are (black hair).

[daniel-oneiroi]

A kimono dealer in Japan mentioned that he might, potentially, possibly maybe, get a small spot on a news show about his shop.

"Estate Sale" style lots of assorted items to bid on is not common in Japan like it is here. So odd lots of old kimono are very cheap, often $100 USD or less for half a dozen items. But they aren't necessarily items that would be worn together, if someone has a sense of formality, colours, types of kimono, etc. They're great for mixing with yofuku or maybe photoshoots as-is, but if using as intended...

Look y'all. The autistic gaijin kimono collector most certainly didn't take this as a sign to make review photos as perfect as possible. Right?

The first set:

The kimono + fan came from Kazuma. The other items are from my collection.

The single-layer synthetic kimono reads as an odori piece, so it's paired with a gold odori obi and bold red accessories. The collar and obiage match in fabric type (ro) but I don't have a red summer obijime (the cord on the obi belt.) I thought one might not have the right effect if this were on stage anyways. The fan is also for dance performances.

I think now, I should have done bunka musubi, but I went with a long hanging obi inspired by geisha in Tokyo area.

For this, I chose entirely summer items, ro whenever possible to match the juban. This only features the summer obijime from the lot.

The nearly-black colour with pampass grass is a symbol of deep summer and a hope for coming coolness. Dark eggplant purple and brilliant gold is another summer choice, linking with January references to eggplant and a desire for cool weather. The obi is tied in a big, airy otaiko in an asymmetric knot, a reference to days of kitsuke long gone by.

The brilliant red obiage is a classic pairing, and the nearly-white blue obijime is the colour of snow. They stand out against the colour of the obi very well. The obijime very nearly matches the grass pattern.

The fan tucked into the obi is made of light-coloured wood (dark wood is for autumn and winter) and has a simple pattern of swirling green maple leaves, tinged in gold. Momiji (maple) will not become gold until later in Autumn. Right now, green and black are vibrant, and the gold in the fan pairs with the gold in the obi. Hints of a breeze also evoke a cool feeling.

For the last set, the fukuro obi and michiyuki is from Kazuma.

I picked a bold floral hitoe kimono with komono (accessories, lit. "small things") that were bright and cheerful. The collar and obijime match here, pulling from the purple details in the flowers. The obi also has elements of orange and gold, akin to the orange and yellow in the flowers. The white silk obiage has cute triangles of bright colours, in pinks, yellow, orange, and turquoise.

I wanted to make something a fun 20-something would wear out with friends.

Since the kimono is so youthful, as are the coordinating pieces, I wanted to do something ... not boring.

A musubi that is not ginza/tsunodashi, otaiko, or ribon (ribbon). Something cute! Fluffy looking! Effeminate! Something that in passing, is layered and has curves like the tiny flowers in the kimono. Maybe I was successful.

The obiage too, I wanted to be youthful but not childish or too "formal" like a furisode. Especially since the "creative" musubi (knot in the back of the obi) are too often reserved only for the long-sleeved formal kimono. Hnnn. I wrapped it in a way to show off the colourful patterns and tucked in one side to make a cute ruffle, again to mimic the obi and kimono pattern.

A plain obijime then, would be boring by contrast... so maybe don't make it TOO showy, like it's a furisode, but a little bit wavy and fanciful.

How did I do?

[live-from-flaturn]

From that prompt list: #41. But can I add to it? Not just overhearing the other person talk about their feelings, but these people know they like each other already (possibly already dating). But the one doesn't usually communicate those types of feelings to the other (not their love language) and the other overhears and is just rush of butterflies, glowing skin, heart flips and isnt mad because the one shows their affection in other ways. I hope this makes sense.

Oooooh this was a really fun idea to play with. I hope you enjoy this sappy character study that might be partially based on a true story about my stepmom asking my dad (her husband) where her husband had gone after surgery.

tw: medical environment, side effects of anesthesia

wordcount: approx. 750

Title: "Goodnight Kiss"

Chay’s leg won’t quit bouncing no matter how hard he tries, but he can’t help himself.

The sight of Kim in a hospital bed never fails to make his heart race. Even if the operation was successful and his boyfriend’s burst appendix has been entirely removed, Chay can’t seem to calm down. He knows that Kim is safe. He understands perfectly well that Kim is alive and breathing. His heartbeat forms a steady beep beep beep through the machine that almost soothes Chay’s frazzled nerves. Almost.

He won’t be truly calm until–

“Hnnn.”

Chay’s full attention snaps to Kim’s face. His perfectly manicured eyebrows have scrunched together at the center of his forehead and his mouth is pulled into a pale, thin line. The pattern of beeps coming from his heart-rate monitor speeds up by an increment only noticeable to Chay’s finely tuned ears. 

“Kim?” Chay barely holds back a grin as he leans closer. “Are you awake?”

Kim grumbles something unintelligible and his frown grows thunderous. Worry dives headfirst into the rushing current of Chay’s thoughts. 

“Are you alright, P’Kim?”

“Didn’t you hear me?” he slurs. Still half-asleep and doped on painkillers, Kim’s tongue struggles to form each angry syllable. “Go away. I want my boyfriend.”

Chay bites the inside of his cheek and takes a moment to ponder whether he should call Tankhun for moral support. Drugged Kim is already a handful (Chay still giggles fondly at his memories of The Great Halloween Tranq Dart Incident), but he also can’t be sure if Kim is asking for him or someone from before. 

Before that fateful open house. Before their guitar lessons. Before they’d started dating. Before–

“Ugh, where the hell is Chay?!” 

“Oh, uh. Babe, I’m right here.”

Kim either doesn’t understand or doesn’t hear him. The morphine has his boyfriend in its clutches and is not letting go.

“How does he expect me to feel better when I can’t see his beautiful smile, huh?” Kim is immediately belligerent. “How am I supposed to heal without Chay singing me to sleep and playing with my hair? He’s so good at it, too. Hey, do you like head scratches?”

 Chay startles at the accusing finger pointed toward his chest. He nods hesitantly, “Yeah…”

“Then you should meet my boyfriend ‘cause he’s awesome at them.” Kim smirks triumphantly and then jerks as if he’s been electrocuted. His glazed eyes narrow into threatening slits, “Actually, forget I said that. I’m taking back my offer and shredding it for good measure. You should stay far away from my sweet, vicious angel. He’s mine and nobody else can ever have him or I’ll…” 

Kim tears up so fast he’s barely able to rasp out the final part of his statement: 

“I’ll make sure they never find the bodies.”

Well that’s… nice?

“You’re very sweet, P’Kim.” Chay stands and pushes his patient’s shoulders back against the bed. “But I think you need a bit more rest before you wake up properly.”

“I can’t sleep without a goodnight kiss,” Kim pouts. “And I only accept goodnight kisses from my boyfriend, so don’t even try.”

Chay thinks back on all the times he’s taken care of Porsche after anesthesia and puts on his most serious Medical Professional Face. “One moment, Khun Kim. I’ll go and fetch Khun Chay for you.”

“Hmph. Thank you.”

Chay walks to the door, slips outside, spins around for the hell of it (and to amuse the single evening nurse behind her station) and walks back inside. “P’Kim, the nurse told me you woke up?”

“There you are! Where have you been?!”

“I needed to use the restroom.”

“Oh…” Kim’s confusion is adorable. Especially when his bottom lip sticks out like it is. “I guess that’s okay, then.”

“Thank you. What can I do to make you more comfortable?”

“Give me a goodnight kiss,” Kim demands, ever the little prince. “And… And play with my hair so I can sleep?”

“Alright, P’Kim,” Chay smiles warmly. His heart damn near explodes at the unrestrained grin Kim sends back, too loopy to hide a single drop of his obvious joy. “I’m happy to do that. Would you like a sip of water first?”

“Yeah, my mouth is gross.”

“I bet.”

Chay gently presses his lips against Kim’s warm forehead and thanks every star in the universe for second chances. 

[jellykyunnie]

Can I just say you have the most wonderful fics with the best words that make me giggle and enjoy them so hard.

AH I LOVE YOUR JINWOO FICS SM

Please take care of yourself and have a very very very great day ahead:D <333

awee tyyy><!!! ur so sweet:DD, i'm currently recovering from hay fever so im sluggish rn but hnnn, u make me feel better<333!!! I'm so glad my silly brainrots got u swooning>:33!! I aim to make more wonderful woowoo fics!

[wellthebardsdead]

Falûne: *staring at the huge spread of food laid out before the group as flaming fists, harpers and refugees gather in and take their share* Miss Aura made all of this??

Halsin: Oh yes, she hasn’t lost her touch for feeding an army and feeding them well. A whole century and it still looks and smells just as I remember. When it was her turn to cook, the whole grove would gather outside the kitchen hoping to be first to get a bite.

Falûne: I-I can tell, it looks amazing, I… *looks at his empty plate before scooping a little portion of each onto it, only for Aura to appear and pile his plate up high* Ah?? B-but the others-

Aura: There’s enough for everyone honey. There’s a lot of folks depending on you staying alive and you’re no good to us starved. *pats his hair and walks over to join Halsin at their table*

Falûne: *nervously looks at his plate seeing more food than he’d ever dream of having in one day never mind one meal* gods what I’d give for a halfling stomach right now…

*half an hour later*

Aura: h-honey are you alright?

Falûne: *nearly in tears trying to clean his plate* hnnn

Gale: Ah, don’t mind him, hes improved a great deal since we first met, he was thin as a rake and content with eating cold porridge or leftovers.

Aura: what?!

Karlach: aye, the fancy pants priests at his cloister made him eat all alone an only after they were done eating. Even though he was the one cooking the food.

Astarion: his blood was tragically thin when I had my first feed but since he’s been well fed by our dear Gale it’s improved greatly~

Aura: *glares at him before looking at Lûne and gently taking the plate away* honey it’s alright, whatever you don’t eat I’ll give to your furry companions. *looks to scratch and the owlbear* you’re not going to be in trouble if you don’t finish it.

Falûne: *looking more green than blue as he sits there regretting the last several bites* I’m already being punished- nobody touch me- I’ll pop.

[anawrites3]

I’m writing a one shot omegaverse Sladick fic atm bc I’m revisiting my old obsessions basically the fic is about Slade accidentally biting Dick’s scent glands when he’s unpresented and far too young to mate and it basically fucks Dick’s secondary gender up at lot. Bc he presents as an alpha, and it’s impossible for a pair of Alphas to mate bond. The only reason why they did mate bond is bc they’re both extremely obsessed with each other and Slade bit him (out of rage not lust) when Dick was much much too young for his instincts to know what not to accept and consider a mate. In that moment, his instincts recognised his obsession and the need to submit to the older, stronger alpha. But now Dick is this broken alpha who’s either too aggressive and dominant or too emotional and needy. And without slade there to stabilise him through the bond, he’s constantly swinging between either ends of the spectrum. And slade has to kind of accept that he’s mated himself to a pup and that he can’t just touch and have and take when he wants bc Dick is still a literal child in the eyes of society and the law until he presents. And when he does present as an alpha, Slade doesnt know what to do with an alpha mate (how does one share a rut with another alpha?). But he gets over that quite quickly because he ends up finding himself really attached to Dick and the bond (bc deep down he missed having a mate - Slade Wilson is a family (pack) man after all).

Only in this version of omegaverse, there is a way to dissolve a mating bond. But it’s an illegal process to undertake as its fatality rate is considered too high. Adeline, who was known to be an extremely strong and sturdy Beta, was bed ridden for months after she used it on herself and Slade (she placed it the liquid used in the procedure in the bullet she used to shoot his eye out with) and nearly died twice on her way to the hospital. The only thing that saved Slade for a similar fate or worse was his healing factor.

As Dick grows up into a big strong alpha, Bruce keeps pushing for him to consider taking the bond dissolvent drug and freeing himself from Slade before the mating bond grew stronger and/or Bruce could consider Dick compromised and has to take him off of field duty for life.

So Dick has to decide between ruining his mate bond with Slade or basically being kicked out of this pack with the Batfam and the titans.

This is so delicious!! Such a great idea, anon, I love it!! I love how conflicted Dick will have to be with himself because he's presented with a bad and worse choice. Hnnn I can already imagine him hating being bonded to Slade - hating Slade for mating him in the first place even if it wasn't intentional - and at the same time knowing that only Slade is able to stabilize him now. And of course Bruce isn't making it any easier for him!!

It's so good, anon, I would love to read it when you're done writing! 💕Also if you need help with something, maybe bouncing off ideas off each other I'm always happy to help

[toujokaname]

Just As I Am / Episode 1

Author: Kanata Haruka

Characters: Tetora, Hinata

"This time, I'll try my best to show that I'm a "man among men"!"

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Season: Winter Location: Yumenosaki Academy Garden Terrace

Tetora: Hmm~m, hmm~mm...

Hinata: My, my~? Why're you staring at your phone? I mean, you'd usually be all over the delicious food in front of you, Tetsu-kun.

Today's special is the galbi[1] set meal, which made a triumphant comeback thanks to your passionate request, right?

I thought you'd be overjoyed since you kept sending requests to the cafeteria saying you wanted to eat it again.

Tetora: Of course I'm happy! I've been grieving the way it disappeared from the cafeteria menu all this time!

So I really am happy they brought back the galbi special!

I'm really happy, yet... Hnnn.

Hinata: Oh dear, now you've started worrying again...

Hellooo~? Your meal will get cold if you keep at it like this~ If you don't want it, then I'll take it~

Tetora: Woagh?! This is my galbi!

When the galbi's gone, it turns into just a regular meal set! Spare me from that, at least!

Hinata: Tch~ I thought I could have one more dish for lunch, bummer...~

Well, joking aside. What the heck are you so worried about you'd even ignore your beloved galbi?

Tetora: ...Actually, I got a message from Anzu-anego saying that my "Feature Live" has been decided.

Hinata: Oh, that's great news!

I see, I see, so that's why you were staring at your phone instead of eating.

If that's the case, then you're troubled 'cause of that "Feature Live," right, Tetsu-kun?

Tetora: That's exactly it. This time, it's my solo live, huh.

So, I've been thinking about it again. What kinda "Feature Live" do I wanna do as the current me?

Hinata: I see~ But it's a little surprising that you're worried about such things.

If it were the usual Tetsu-kun, I thought you'd immediately say, "I wanna make it a live that feels like a man among men! Ossu!"

Well, but surprisingly, Tetsu-kun has a sensitive side too~ Like, if you trip over a pebble, it seems like you'll keep thinking about the cause for a long time, y'know?

Tetora: ...I wish you wouldn't make such a strangely realistic analogy.

At first, just like Hinata-kun said, I wanted to make it a "man among men" live.

But when I thought again about what a "man among men" means, I kinda became unsure...

Remember when I had my personalized outfit made?

At that time, I didn't have any specific preferences other than wanting a cool outfit, right?

Hinata: Oh~ You sure said that.

Looking back now, saying "I want a manly outfit" and then answering that you don't have any specific preferences wasn't very manly at all.

Tetora: Ughh...?!

Hinata: Answering "what do you want for dinner?" with "anything's fine" is as troublesome as it gets.

In that situation, a man among men should quickly reply with "Meat!" ♪

Tetora: You've changed the subject, Hinata-kun!

Hinata: Ahaha, my bad, my bad. But you get my point, yeah?

Tetora: ...Well, I do get it.

It's hard for me to hear when, even today, I was struggling to decide between the galbi special or the ginger pork special, or perhaps katsudon...

Uuu... I'm so pathetic! Not manly at all!

Hinata: Wow, a lighthearted topic I casually brought up is making an unexpected wildfire spread?!

W-Well, Tetsu-kun, calm down.

What to have for lunch and the live are on totally different levels of importance. Though it's understandable that you're feeling troubled.

And, look. When it came to the personalized outfit, after all that, we properly organized what you wanted to do with it, and then gave the requests to Anzu-san, right?

Tetora: You helped me out a lot back then, Hinata-kun. I was seriously grateful.

...Even now, I still believe the answer I gave to Anego was correct.

The ideal image I have in my mind. The cool appearance of "a figure that keeps growing while working hard" is the same as ever.

But, wouldn't that result in the answer being the same as before? If it's identical this time, wouldn't that lead to a contradiction?

Hinata: A contradiction?

Tetora: See, I'm saying that I wanna keep growing, but the answer's the same as before. Can you really call that "growth"?

Hinata: Ah, I get it. I think I understand what you're trying to say.

In short, if nothing changes from before, then it'll look like you haven't grown.

But the part of you that says "keep working hard and keep growing" is the part that shouldn't be changed so easily.

If that part changes, then it wouldn't be Tetsu-kun anymore.

Tetora: Yeah! Yeah, that's right. Because that's a part of me I don't want to waver, I end up worrying even more.

I need to think about the direction of the pamphlet, but I'm at a loss for what to do...

Hinata: So let's do it again?

A "Meeting to Discuss Tetsu-kun's Feature Live!" Something like that, while borrowing everyone's strength!

Tetora: Hm~mm. I would like to ask for help from everyone, but for now, I wanna think a little more on my own.

We shouldn't start thinking together until I decide what kind of live I want.

I feel like I need to decide on my ideal before moving forward.

Hinata: ...I see. I get it.

Well then, I'll be waiting for the moment when you're like, "Ah, this is it!"

And if you want, you can show it to us in person at the live! It'd be like a surprise!

Tetora: Ossu! I'm really indebted to you for all the support you've given me, Hinata-kun.

This time, I'll try my best to show that I'm a "man among men"!

 Galbi is a type of grilled meat dish from Korean cuisine.

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[messydiabolical]

Who kisses who first, Thane or Steve?

Oh my god I could have sworn I answered this the day I got it but apparently I saved it to my drafts and just completely forgot?! I am SO sorry! Reading it back I can see why I drafted it, it's my usual rambly thoughts all over the place answer that I probably wanted to make it make more sense... and I still haven't made it any clearer but i'm hoping any answer is better than none. Sorry for the delay nonny: I think Thane and Steve would have lots of long deep heart to heart conversations and a lot of inching closer, closer, hands brushing, suggestive tones, lingering looks. Like I think most likely the first kiss wouldn't come out of nowhere is what i'm saying, but have had some obvious build up to it with them both showing signs of wanting it, or to have even arranged a purposeful date with the expectations it might well end with a kiss. (That said! The ol' classic post mission I-just-saw-you-nearly-die-in battle-and -I -must -snog -the- living -daylights- out -of -you- this second is still a gold standard for a reason and could totally work for them, perhaps pilot steve gets everyone safely off planet, sets a flight course, climbs into the back of the shuttle and smooches Thane silly, for example. Hmm, but he's a professional, so maybe he lets everyone clamber off the shuttle and then grabs Thane, pulls him back in, a brief eye linger, and they move move in and are kissing like their lives depend on it. hnnn.) In the game canon Shrios relationship, Shepard is the one to kind of initiate a more intimate romantic relationship by stating their want for that, then later telling Thane to be alive with them, but that's also with a Thane who is still dealing with only recently awakening from battle sleep, having just found kolyat in quite a state, and is dying of keprals. So a more healed, living to live, more established 'awake' Thane might be more bold than we've previously seen in intiating things compared with that time. Steve I believe would be unwilling to inititate romance at the start of ME3, recognising he's not ready yet. But after the memorial scene (him placing his husbands picture in the refugee camp I mean) and spending a bit of time finding himself again (plane watching, enjoying some fun driving sessions, having lots of chats with Thane and crewmembers), I can see him being the brave, bold, "I want you it'd be great if you wanted me too lets kiss about it" type. Steve I feel would take the initiative to look up drell customs and would offer Thane a frill to cheek caress (in drell would be frill to frill), a nice and loud 'I am very, very interested in being more intimate with you' even if he can't subvocalise it (I headcanon that with drell a lot of intent is communicated with subvocals, a mix of emotional feelings along with questioning tones as a form of asking for more intimacy). So you could even say that's their first 'kiss' in a way, and it would take Steve's research to do that, Thane wouldn't necessarily expect a human to understand the gesture. Perhaps Thane would be so struck by how thoughtful and romantic Steve is by offering that, Thane would be like 'oh i'm kissing the daylights out of this amazing human right now'. Bonus points if he does it so imuplisvely he doesn't stop to think about his venom at first, he didn't have time to stop and remember that, he was so caught up in the moment. (Those eidetic memories take purposeful application I reckon, they can still get caught off guard by impulisveness sometimes). Well that's all quite rambly, as you can see, I don't have any solid headcanons for this and enjoy thinking about a few different scenarios. They both have the potential to be the bold intiators, but the most likely answer is somewhere in between, a growing intimacy between them that naturally leads to an eager kiss.