#i think... you can tell when i was starting to run out of ideas lolol

[archangeldyke-all]

Hii! Wanted to say that I check your blog the second I start checking my phone every single morning! I love your blog sm and I'd like to thank you for all these wonderful sevika content. You make my day every day<<<3

So, what about sev with reader while reader is suffering from postpartum depression? Maybe reader doesn't want to hold little fucker or breastfeed her.

thank u for such a sweet note! hehe the idea that i'm part of ur morning routine is so sweet i'm like the lesbian newspaper lolol

men and minors dni

sevika knew this was a possibility.

the moment she learned you were pregnant, sevika went into Research Mode. not just for the baby-- how to babyproof a house and pick a baby name and not pass on generational trauma-- but for you too.

so while it breaks her fucking heart seeing you like this-- she's thankful for the fact that she was prepared for it, and knew what to look for.

it's been two months since you gave birth to your perfect little girl, and your postpartum blues have officially become postpartum depression.

you feel truly horrible. in all senses of the word.

physically, you're still recovering from a rough labor and delivery.

mentally, you're so exhausted and foggy that all you can find the energy to do is cry.

and emotionally, you feel like a failure.

for nine months, you were anxiously awaiting the arrival of your beautiful, healthy baby girl. and now she's here, the most important, precious thing in your life... and you can't even hold her.

sevika's been a fucking godsend.

she's constantly reminding you that this is normal. that 15% of people experience what you're experiencing after birth, that the act of giving birth is so intense and hormonal and disruptive and it's no wonder you're still out of wack afterwards, that your daughter loves you, that she loves you.

she's been dragging you to the doctors office once a week, your daughter in her carrier on her left hand, a list of concerns she has about you in her right.

she's been gently feeding you the medicine you've been prescribed each night with a nice warm cup of tea, kissing up your tears when they fall.

she knows that when this ends, what will come next is the endless guilt for being sick during your daughters first few moments. so, she's been taking endless pictures and videos for you-- little fucker throwing up, little fucker sleeping, little fucker's pooping face, and her first sink-bath, and her fast asleep on sevika's chest.

each night, sevika will crawl into bed beside you, little fucker in her arms, and the two of them will sit beside you and tell you what they did all day.

"and then after our walk, what did we do baby?" sevika asks your daughter, an adoring smile on her face. you want to cry but you've been out of tears since dinner, so instead you just reach out and hold sevika's hand. "oh, right, you took a nap and mommy washed all your new clothes from the store-- you're gettin' too big for your newborn clothes, baby girl!" she coos, running her finger against your daughter's chubby cheek.

then, she'll lay a sleeping little fucker down in her crib at the foot of your bed, and pay attention to you.

she helps you pump, holding you and kissing your head while you cry against her shoulder.

"i give it two months 'til you're back to normal babe." sevika whispers, rubbing your back.

you chuckle. "what makes you think that?"

sevika shrugs. "remember how much worse you were a month ago before you got your medicine? before you started goin' to your new-mom support group?" she asks. back then, you were sleeping more than your newborn, close to twenty hours a day, and when you were awake, you were just crying and staring at the ceiling. "look at you now, honey." sevika whispers. "went on a walk with us this morning, pumping three times a day, reading in bed instead'a sleepin'... you're coming around."

you melt into your wifes arms. "how am i ever gonna thank you for this, sev?" you ask.

"thank me?" she asks. you nod.

"for taking care of me. and our girl. holdin' down the fort with a fuckin' newborn while i get my head back on right."

"honey." sevika sighs, kissing you firmly on your forehead. "you never gotta thank me. 'm your wife, did you forget that?" she teases. you snort, pinching her side. "i'd do this forever-- 'til the end of time-- if it means i get to be spending time with my girls."

you fall asleep crying-- which isn't unusual nowadays. but, today, instead of crying from dread or anxiety or the pit of darkness in your chest-- you're crying out of love.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

@shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

@ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @realgreeniebeanie @k3n-dyll

@sevsdollette

[nemo-in-wonderland]

You know what?

While drinking my coffee just now, I was brainstorming between myself and myself regarding my own OC for Gale, and while I have *finally* a general idea of how I want her to look (palette is ready to go and also the general vibes to her)and about her personality ("A Tranquil Mischief"- I basically decided to make her Puck to her Archfey Patron Titania), when I was working on which class would she be, I was leaning to a multiclass Bard/Warlock.

But then I thought, "You have Aranea as a warlock already, are you really going for another one?"

(not even my own brain can tell me what I cannot do. I would do it out of spite, just because lol)

To which I replied to myself: "I can and I will. And you know what, I will retcon Aranea's original warlock concept, and so Gale's love is going to be a freaking Archfey Warlock - because fml it suits her mischievous personality to a T. Like, blame the fact that yesterday night I was rereading "Changeling: The Dreaming" for inspiration for something else entirely, and this morning my brain just connected everything together.

SO YEAH.

I have *finally* a concept to start building on, so now we will see where this will lead and if I will finally have an OC that sticks for Gale (I need to have an oc cuddling him fml. I need. it's a physical need at this point).

Also also, I haven't forgotten about my own Azriel and Asra, absolutely not! For Asra, I am going to pair her up with Rolan (because my no-nonsense druid can and will match his pompous energy to a T, and will bring him down to Earth when the Hubris starts flying too high). I can see them butting heads like there is no tomorrow, and EVERYONE can see that they really like each other, but they will deny this to the end of the Earth and back.

Azriel, instead is a mystery. While I want my swashbuckling tiefling to run around Faerun (because honestly, her whole design appeals to me on a whole other level) I am still pondering on HOW to use her, and part of me was actually thinking to reconnect her to be the youngest daughter of Mephisto and Aranea, born much later in life and that wants NOTHING to do with her Hellions family (which is something that is actually solidifying more and more in my mind tbh).

SO YES.

here you have your morning bulletin on what's going on in Nemo's mind before and while drinking coffee lolol

Now, if you will excuse me, I will fix myself some breakfast and doodle a bit while I am at it, because I will soon need my second coffee and I cannot do that with an empty stomach lolol

--Nemo

[strwberri-milk]

Okay!! I got the perfect idea for the req 😈

Kaeya sending his wife!reader suggestive pics when she's at work and she gets very shy seeing it but ignores him bc she has to get work done. When she gets home he's in a very revealing outfit, he pins her down on the bed & only rides her strap to get back at her. He does praise her a lot tho and promises to reward her if she's being good & stays still. ofc its dom!kaeya and subby reader🤭 (im uncomfy with being degraded so i'd appreciate it if u keep that out in the fic) thank you <3

Please tell me what u think of this ask 💗

thank you for the request <33 i love this kind of kaeya sm and i hope you like this!! i gotta start working on some of my fluff for kaeya to counteract all the smut ive been writing recently lolol

Payback's A Bitch

Kaeya x AFAB, Fem Reader || Smut || 2 641 words

“And, perfect!” 

Kaeya grins to himself as he scrolls through the photos on his phone. All of them present him scantily clad, eye hooded and hand resting delicately on his waist. His fingers toy with the hem of his sweatpants, pulling it in such a way that it begins to reveal the hair at the base of his navel while simultaneously outlining his hard cock. 

He knows that his lovely little wife is going to absolutely love the photo he’s taken, sending it to you with a grin on his face. Thankfully, you’ve left your read receipts on so he can see that you’ve seen the message. He watches excitedly to see those little bubbles pop up on the other side, anxious to see your response. 

All he gets is the slow passage of time and no response from you. It’s not like you not to respond – anything he sends you is usually at least given an emoji or something really sloppily typed. As far as he knows, you just merely glanced at it and didn’t realise fully what he sent because he had too many clothes. 

He strips down a little more, taking off his shirt and eye patch. This time, his pants are pulled down far enough to see the beginnings of his shaft, poorly hidden under his boxers. Kaeya quickly sends that off, not expecting you to see it immediately yet no response. 

At this point he tries a barrage of images, only to be left on seen. At some point you stop looking, not even when he sends a video. It’s clear to him that he’s being ignored, but unfortunately for you his cunning mind was not about to let that happen without any sort of retaliation. 

“Kaeya? I’m home,” you call out, pulling your phone out again to read his very straightforward message. 

Get ready and find me. Check the box at the door. 

The box in question contains Kaeya’s new favourite strap-on. Your face flushes a little as you imagine a needy Kaeya at your feet, clearly worked up from all the photos and videos he sent you throughout your day at work. You’re not sure what he’s got in mind but you know that he’s got you all melted down in the palm of his hand, more than just a little desperate to feel his touch against your skin. 

Quickly, you make your way up to the bedroom after doing as he asked, deciding that it would make the most sense to find him there. The door swings open, Kaeya sitting on the bed with a shit eating grin as he eyes the straps sitting on your hips above the waist of your pants, pulling you in by them and bringing you to stand between his legs when he sits back down. 

“Can’t stop staring huh?” he purrs, loving the attention you’re finally giving him. 

“I got all dressed up nice and pretty just for you. Don’t you like it?” 

He brings your hand to run down his exposed chest, button up barely buttoned and tucked underneath the almost skin tight pants that outline everything on the lower half of his body perfectly. 

You lean down for a kiss, lips slotting together perfectly and you think that he’ll just let the two of you take your time with each other. Your hands rest on his shoulder, expecting to be able to just hold him when you’re suddenly thrown down onto the sheets, staring back up at that smirk he had before. 

“W-what are you doing?” you gasp, whimpering a little as he takes off your bottoms and readjusts your strap accordingly. 

“Punishing you. I haven’t been sitting around all day waiting for you just to have nothing to show for all that effort,” he grins, quickly working to lube up the toy. 

“You’ve spent all day ignoring me sweetheart, you really think I’m going to let you off that easily?” 

Your eyes go wide at the sound of his words, letting him continue as you try to figure out what to say in response. 

“So now because you ignored me, I’m going to ignore you. But, unlike your cold shoulder I will repay your kindness for all this but only if you behave. How does that sound?”

You know that he’s asking you for your consent right now, pausing in his preparation to see if you’ll try to tell him off. When you nod in reply his playful face returns, easily straddling your hips after removing his pants. He keeps his shirt on, only unbuttoning the rest of it as he slots your cock between his cheeks, his own twitching at the thought of finally having you inside of him. 

“Anything else?” you ask him. 

“Nothing. Just keep your eyes on me, alright doll?” he replies, words turning to a soft moan as he sits down on your dick. 

Kaeya takes your hands in his, fingers tightening as he slowly begins to bounce on your lap, biting his lip as he sets his own pace. You do just as he asks, wishing he would let go of your hands so you could touch him more. The way he looks on top of you always sends a chill down your spine, absolutely enraptured with the way his gaze keeps yours as though the lewd sound of his ass smacking against your body and the bobbing of his girth against his stomach was something he wanted to show off. You’re sure he actually does want to show off, practically preening under your watchful eye as his pace begins to pick up, making the noises slipping out of his lips even louder. 

“Fuck – your cock feels so good,” he sighs, throwing his head back to show you the delicious expanse of his neck. You’ve never felt the desire to kiss him more than right now you think, wanting to feel the way his throat constricts with his needy noises and hold his waist to help guide his pace. 

Like this however, Kaeya’s got you right where he wants you. He can see the way you want him to give you your freedom back, the instinctive bucking of your hips into him to hit that spot inside of him that makes him see stars. The way your eyes linger on parts of his body isn’t missed by him, smirking as you bring them back down to watch the spot where your bodies join. 

“What are you thinking about baby?” he starts to croon, leaning over your body with your joined hands to pin them down at the sides of your head. 

“Thinking about how pretty I look sitting on your dick? Or how badly you want to wrap that sweet mouth of yours around my cock? You’re doing so good just being a toy for me, just sit tight and if you make me cum then I’ll give you anything you want, alright?” 

“Yes darling,” you manage to whimper, heart stopping at the close proximity of his face to yours. 

Your hands clenched into fists as he lets go of them, instead holding you down by your wrists as he begins to bounce in earnest. Quickly, you match his pace with your hips and fuck into him, making sure to pay close attention to the noises he makes as you shift your hips around. Kaeya’s a good teacher and you know you’ve found your spot when he almost collapses onto your body at the feeling of the blunt head hitting against his prostate. 

He presses kisses against your neck, eyes closed in bliss at the feeling of you fucking him just the way he needs without even having to ask. He’s a little proud he’s trained you so well, knowing that your reward will have to be just as sweet. His hips eagerly buck into yours, pretty noises pressed right up against your ear, stuttered words of praise making you even more anxious to please him. 

“That’s it,” he starts, cutting off his own words with a hearty moan. 

“You’re doing so good for me. I knew you could fuck me just the way I’ve been wanting you to. Now, just sit still and let me do all the work, okay? I did say it was a punishment after all.” 

He sits back up, this time taking your hands and putting them on his waist. When your fingers dig into his skin lightly he shakes his head, almost about to scold you before you loosen your grip to his approval. Once he’s got himself back in position, he gives you a wink before resuming his previous pace, fucking himself recklessly as he focuses solely on pursuing his pleasure. 

You resist the urge to buck into him, wanting to aid him but judging by the way his cock throbs as it bounces against his stomach it’s clear he’s enjoying himself. Kaeya looks back down at you, letting his moans sound even lewder as he sprinkles in calls of your name, making sure the aggressive way he slams down on your hips keeps you pinned under his weight. You try to take your hand off his hips, wanting to grab his cock to add to his pleasure but as soon as he feels your grip falter he shoots you a glare, reaching for it himself as soon as you resume your grip.

“Look how hard my dick is for you pretty doll, it’s so fucking desperate for you to touch it. See how much it’s leaking? That’s all just for you darling,” he groans, hand moving up and down his shaft quickly. 

“You’re gonna make me cum – fuck – beg me for it. Tell me how badly you want me to cum for you,” Kaeya pants, barely able to hold back his incoming orgasm. 

“Please cum,” you whine, digging your nails into him – without resistance, thankfully – as you do your best not to squirm under him. 

“I want you to cum, please,” you continue to beg, eyes unable to leave his body as he cums with a loud moan of your name. 

He seats himself fully on your dick, now grinding against it as his cock fucks into his fist. You watch his cum spill over his hand, some of it landing on both of your remaining clothes. Kaeya’s hand finally slows, beginning to languidly stroke himself, prolonging his pleasure with a satisfied groan. He shudders lightly as his body enters the post orgasmic haze, getting off of you and undressing the two of you fully. 

“You got another round in you love?” he asks, parting your legs over his waist. 

“Only if you want to,” you mutter, not wanting to force him into anything after all the effort he went through. 

“Of course I do. I told my pretty baby I’d give her a reward, didn’t I?’ 

Before you’re given the chance to respond you gasp over the feeling of his fingers teasing your soaked slit, knowing that the damp spot underneath you was purely from watching Kaeya enjoy himself on your body. He leans over and presses a kiss to your lips at the same time as his fingers enter you, easily giving him access to your mouth. His tongue slips in immediately, stroking against yours as he kisses you. You can barely focus on the way his lips and tongue move, more preoccupied with the lewd sound of your wetness being fucked by his lithe fingers. 

You moan against his mouth, hips bucking into his touch as he scissors you open in preparation for his cock. You can feel it hardening against your thigh, wanting nothing more than for him to be ramming his thick length into you. 

“You want me bad, huh,” he says lowly into your ear, rutting against your thigh as you arch into him. 

“I was good, wasn’t I? So I get my reward?” you ask, getting your response in actions, not words. 

His length sinks into you as soon as you finish speaking, bottoming out and only giving you a moment to adjust before he starts fucking you at his own pace. He still seems pent up from earlier, your moans unable to be silenced as your legs wrap around his waist and nails scratch down his back. Kaeya watches hungrily as your tits bounce wildly at the rough pace he sets, your warm and tight pussy quickly reminding him why he was so obsessed with it. 

“You did so well for me, made me cum so fucking hard. You want my cum, don’t you? Want me to fill you up all nice so you remember who you belong to? Remember why you don’t ignore me when I work so hard to make sure I look good for you?” 

“Yes, yes, thank you Kaeya – you feel so good – I’m so sorry for ignoring you,” you cry out, hips writhing in his grip. 

“It’s okay sweetheart. I know you were busy but now I have this pretty body to play with, don’t I?’ he teases, bringing both his hands to tease at your nipples.

Your pussy clenches tightly over him, making it harder for him to fuck you but he doesn’t care. He gropes at your tits, practically using them as leverage at the same time as his hips increase in pace and strength. The way he slams home inside of you every time makes you see stars behind your eyes, sobbing when you feel his tongue beginning to tease one of your stiff peaks as a finger starts to circle your clit. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathes against your chest, reveling in the fact that you’ve been reduced to whimpers. 

“Fucking me wasn’t enough for you, right? I know you were desperate to have my cock splitting you in two. You’re so cute.” 

He licks and sucks on you, the feeling of the suction against your nipple adding to your pleasure as your lower core tightens in anticipation for your rapidly approaching orgasm. Kaeya’s pace falters as you squeeze around him so tight he almost can’t pull out, only getting rougher with his mouth and fingers as he feels the sporadic way your walls clench over his girth to bring you to that peak. 

“Cum for me,” he growls against you, his words finally giving you that final push you needed to cum all over him. 

Kaeya’s glad you came quickly, unable to hold back as he folds your legs up to your tits, hands bracing themselves against the underside of your thigh and exposing your pussy to him. His eye stays trained on the way your lower lips spread to accommodate his size, fucking into you like an animal as he finally cums inside of you. You can feel his seed shooting inside of you, whimpering and moaning softly as his slowing pace draws some of it out of you, shaking under his weight and the pleasurable feeling of your orgasm as he draws it out for the two of you. Your arm rests against your eyes as you catch your breath, feeling Kaeya pull out of you and press kisses against your thigh. 

“Pretty baby,” he coos, pulling your arm back to press some kisses against your cheek. 

“You’re such a good girl, I knew you’d make it up to me despite ignoring me all day.” 

Kaeya wraps his arms around you, pulling you over his body as he runs his fingers through your hair. 

“Rest now, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up. You deserve it.”

Kaeya’s warm words have you nodding, lazily pressing kisses against his bare chest. 

“I love you so much Kaeya,” you mumble against him, brain much too murky to say anything more profound. 

“I love you too,” he replies quietly, pulling your blanket over your bodies as he falls asleep with you. 

[belit0]

Hello! So I just read the request of how many kids rhe uchiha would have and I saw that Izuna was someone who would rather be an uncle than a father.

What if Izuna became a father?

U don't have to but I was just wondering what you might come up with lolol

Could ramble about this all day sooooooooooooo:

-He doesn't consider himself emotionally capable of taking care of something as complex as this. Izuna loves to jump from bed to bed without any gender discrimination, unable to tie himself to anyone or settle down, enjoying his sexuality without restraint.

- If it happens, it's because his breeding kink got a little out of hand, and he ignored condom use because he got too caught up in the moment (dangerous, don't do it!).

- When he hears the news, he is totally paralyzed. He spends a full hour with his eyes unfocused and staring at the same spot on the wall, trapped inside his own head and seeing no reason.

- The next step is for the world to come crashing down on him, and he is consumed by panic. He considers running away, disappearing, but quickly gives up the idea because he is not a coward. He contemplates telling his brother, and musters up the strength to be congratulated as if the pregnancy was wanted.

- Madara has been urging him to settle down and think about starting a family (hypocritical as he himself does not even consider the idea of creating an heir), so he will be happy to hear it. When the initial terror wears off (after about three days), he consults with him.

- His Aniki supports him completely, and it is he who invites the future mother of his child to live with them. Izuna cannot look her in the face, and it takes him about two weeks to gather the courage to face her.

- He and the mother of his child begin to get along and beyond the initial attraction that led them to get into bed together, they discover how much they have in common. They strike up a cordial relationship that soon transforms into something more, transmuting little by little.

- When her belly starts to show, he panics again.

- Izuna spends countless nights in his older brother's room despairing of what is coming, terrified of having to deal with it, seeking comfort as if he were a small child again. He doesn't feel ready, doesn't think he's capable, and is afraid of being a terrible parent.

- Eventually, he gets used to it again, but his heart races when he puts his hands on her belly and feels the baby kick.

- He goes through those 9 months full of doubt and anxiety, dread of what's to come and desperation to turn back the clock. He regrets his decisions every night, but those feelings subside when he finally sees his baby in person.

- A gorgeous girl who inherited all of his beauty and his wonderful eyes, hair as black as night just like her father. Holding her for the first time gives him the feeling of finding stability in the world, and he will never allow anyone to hurt her.

- It is Izuna who takes care of her during all the first nights to help her mother sleep, and he often finds himself sitting in the courtyard with his baby in arms while lullabaying her under the moonlight, helping her to slumber again. He does not remember any songs from his childhood because he did not grow up in a home that welcomed lullabies, so he invents his own lyrics.

- “Go to sleep baby, go to sleep now, or the damn Senju will eat you up…!”

- He teaches her to fight and battle when she is old enough, just as Tajima and Madara taught him, doing everything he can to ensure his little girl can defend herself against the world at all times and in all places. He protects her from wars and actual combat.

- When she reaches adolescence, he asks his older brother to train her, unable to be hard on his girl. Uncle takes it upon himself to forge her into a sword, honing all her senses and giving rise to one of the best Shinobi of her generation (along with her cousins).

- He would never have expected the journey of fatherhood to end that way, so positive and wonderful, such a beautiful creation, and when his little girl is grown up, it even makes him want to have another one just to go through the same thing again.

[tickles-tea]

Miguel TK headcanons? I gotchu As a lee - he doesn't really get into a lee mood unless something happens like someone accidentally tickles him, or teases him. And he has to be in a good mood. - He snorts - light tickles will only work in very specific places (like neck or places along his back) so other times you'll need to like massage your fingers in to get him laughing - his hips and belly will WRECK this poor man - blow raspberries and he's a goner -he absolutely will cuss you out but never tell you to stop unless he means it As a ler

running or hiding from him never works, he could grab you in a split second and in the finishing half wreck you silly

he doesn't tease very often outright about tickling but he'll "chastise" or compliment you

"It's what you get for not running fast enough. Your reflexes seem to be working perfectly fine now."

he starts off with just his fingers and when you're least expecting it- BOOM -talons are out

if he initiates it, he's not gonna say anything, he's just gonna do it

however if he's not sure if you want it he will ask

afterwards he's a huge snuggle bug. Just cuddles and naps for the next long while.

THANK YOU MY MYSTERIOUS BENEFACTOR

I don’t know why but the accidental lee mood one is really getting me

The idea of someone resting their hand on Miguel’s waist/side as they lean in to point at something on his monitors- the movement obviously mindless and not meant to be ticklish- and Miguel finding that he can’t stop thinking about it even long after they’ve left

And I don’t know what I like more- Miguel acting snarkier on purpose to hopefully prompt someone to take action or him doing it without even realizing it lolol (Lyla of course notices and she’s just like “it’s one of those days, huh?” Which results in a flustered grumpy frown from Miguel)

I’ve also decided that Miguel being super weak to raspberries is just canon 😌 It’s too adorable not to be

Now as much as I prefer lee Miguel, I can absolutely admit that he’d be a monster of a ler

He’s got the swift hunting precision of a tiger and the claws to match ~ anyone at his mercy has my condolences o7

I love that he wouldn’t even give any warning either lolol the seemingly sudden attack and dry comments are just so fun

And snuggly!! Miguel!! Wonderful and incredible concept, always hits 🙏

[silvershayde]

Sharing cus tbh I feel lonely rn and I'm very confused? Feeling s bit uninspired

So today (last day of classes before mid term break) I had an eye appointment and they said my eyes produce less tears, Haven't read up on it but they also mentioned technology and how it causes headaches

I'm almost done with school so I actually have soooooooo much free time sans the studying I gotta do, but I also wanne reduce my technology usage cus I have a crippling dependency ever since I had to revise my other hobbies to not get out of track with classes, but just thinking of picking up those hobbies again feels daunting and like, I won't be able to feel the love I had for them which makes me sad :(

I already crochet and have books to draw in, but writing for fic has always been online cus it's just easier to save and preserve my writing that way (plus more secure in my case) than to write ideas in a book and run the risk of them getting lost. But I really wanna cut down tech usage so instead of just writing out the plot in full I'll use paper and pen to write out the outline of my story plots and then make notes of the misadventures or side quests the characters go through and the characteristics of the characters

Honestly, I'm talking about this to someone else cus I kinda want an alternative perspective? I realised that school has made me so dependent on someone telling me what to do and I hate it, so I wanna try and practice independence more, especially planning how I wanna do my hobbies

okay, so as someone who has written stories both online and physically in a book, i was more productive writing it down on paper. sadly i did lose the book, but that was more because i did move around quite a bit when i was younger and it was hectic and not because of negligence on my part (then again i am also known for losing things but usually i eventually find them. and i actually don't know if i would read it back or not i was like 12 when i wrote it lolol)

I don't know too much about less tears can do to your eyes other than your more prone to have irritation and straight up scratches on the eyeball (i know this because my optician told me i had this but then didn't tell me what to do about it - still haven't done anything about it but i know eyedrops help)

honestly do what you truly think is best for you. if you're struggling with what to choose i suggest doing a pros and cons list and put em side by side. that's what i do when i'm truly indecisive and other's opinions don't really help. but! i will say that even if indecisive and asking others opinions, usually you lowkey know deep down what you wanna do and all it takes is someone else's thought process to know if you would fully go for it.

if you wanna cut down tech usage, instead of going cold turkey and making it harder for yourself, use night shift/night light (or whatever is your device/phone's equivalent) so you can reduce blue light at night. I know that androids have this black and white thing that gets enabled at a time for you. ALSO!! i cannot stress this, disable notifications. You'd be surprised about how much less you'd go on apps and stuff when notifs be off. But this is all the stuff that's worked for me personally, you can try these out to see if they work.

eye strain is a very real thing. technology/screens/whatever are usually what causes this and even looking away from a screen and doing something else can make it worse if it gets that bad. when you start to get that annoying thing at the back of your eyes or you feel a light ache around your eyes, know your slowly starting to experience eye strain and you need to relax them. having dry eyes i think make it worse because of the scratching/irritation it can cause and because if your eyes are dry enough, your ability to BLINK would start to get affected. and that's just a long day

about your other hobbies, i get it feeling daunting if you havent dabbled in a while, i feel it whenever i get back to drawing after a long while. all i can say to that is slowly ease yourself back into doing it. start small, because if you go in acting as if there has been no time between the last time you've participated in your hobbies, you could start being overly harsh on yourself if it isn't going as smooth as you wanted. but trying it out, is better than not at all. and it'd help reduce screen time

[littleladymab]

@jadeoxfordrose gave me a few domaystic prompts one of which was for Elżbieta and Sorren and while i don't know if i can ever think of a situation in which they can relax enough to be domestic i did use it as an excuse to finally write that post-S1 reflection that i've been sitting on since 2021 when we finished the game. Seeing as one of the prompts they gave me was "Memento", it just fit.

Obligatory "go listen to @sagasofthesunlessreach!!" so you can learn about what i'm talking about lolol not me writing 2500 words of NOT either project i should be working on, so like, just take this i gotta go see myself out

++++

Elżbieta waits until the party is in full swing before she slips away. It’s almost too easy, but they’re drunk off success and something well aged and expensive from Aldrich’s personal stores. And Doctor Paxton is telling the story of his heroic deeds as if he’s the hero of the moment.  

Which, while not exactly true, isn’t completely wrong. It is enough to keep everyone’s attention, especially when Apricus decides to challenge him to a debate over who did more.  

They both brought back the sun, if even for a short time.  

The people of Ruel and the Rams join together in celebration, and Elżbieta slips into the shadows and up onto the ramparts overlooking the courtyard of the keep.  

She untangles the golden chain from her hair, fumbles the clasp twice with shaking fingers before freeing herself, and grips it tightly in her fist. The metal is warm from her touch — she is warm, an anger boiling just beneath the surface that she doesn’t know how to direct.  

She is not dead, or undead, or whatever else they want to think of her. She can feel the pulsing reminder with every heartbeat, and Aldrich’s words echo in her ears.  

You are just like him.  

You don’t even know what you’re giving up.  

And louder, over all of that, the busts of the family heads turning their gaze to her and calling her traitor. A family she hadn’t even known was hers, already casting scorn.  

They don’t even have the decency to do it at a family gathering.  

Elżbieta closes her fist even tighter around the locket, wondering if she should hurl it into the night or find a bottomless pit to drop it into or if the fire would melt it--  

“So this is where you’ve run off to.”  

Elżbieta jumps despite herself and turns to see Sorren leaning against the parapet several paces away, giving her enough space to not feel crowded by their presence. “I didn’t think you’d notice,” she says, hand dropping back to her lap.  

They shrug in feigned nonchalance before gesturing towards her with a flask. Their crooked grin catches in the flickering light from the bonfire in the bailey and she remembers the way their smile glinted in that brief snippet of sunlight. “If there is one other person here that would have any sort of inkling of what I’m feeling right now, I figure it would be you. So I thought, hey, maybe cheers to a job well done...?”

Honestly she has no idea what she’s feeling right now, or how it might compare to Sorren – they lived in that house, suffered beneath Aldrich’s hands. If anyone truly understood, it would be the other dhampirs and experiments they left behind in the mansion. She didn’t even know she was an Errol until just recently.  

No, that’s not true; she’s not an Errol. She’s a Wrona, just like her mother.  

And Aldrich tried to claim her the same as he claimed Ruel’s best and brightest, the same as he tried to claim Sorren, so maybe she does understand and it’s that anger mixed with a hopeless unmooring of everything she thought she knew changing before her eyes.  

“I don’t think you brought nearly enough to get drunk,” she says by way of agreement, and they push away from the parapet with the same liquid grace they bring to everything to cross the distance between them.  

“I got started without you,” they say, passing her the flask before dropping down next to her. They force her to scoot over so that they can dangle their legs through the same crenel as her. “Not interested in partying with the others? Even Ksana is enjoying her moment in the spotlight.” 

Elżbieta huffs and takes a deep pull from the flask, hissing through her teeth as the alcohol hits the back of her throat. “I’m not one for the attention. It’s sort of antithesis to my whole deal.” 

“Oh, aye? Dark and mysterious, is it?” Sorren chuckles as she nudges them with her elbow. 

“No,” she answers pointedly, holding the flask out of their reach when they try to make a grab for it. “I’m a one on one type of person. I don’t do crowds.” 

“So that’s why we’re up here on the ramparts, watching the party down below?” 

“I attempted to do this rampart business on my own, but you’re insisting on ruining that,” she teases as she finally relinquishes the flask. 

“You just said you’re not dark and mysterious so I’m trying to make sure you’re not a liar.” They pause with the flask against their lips before lowering it and meeting her gaze. “I can go, if you’d rather be alone.” 

Something shifts in her chest as she holds their gaze for a beat longer before turning to look down in the bailey below them. “No. Stay. Thank you.” 

Their shoulder is warm and solid against hers. “You know,” they start slowly, drawing her attention back to them, “I am also not fond of crowds. Not like this.” 

She wonders how long they hid their face after they escaped from the mansion, how long that fear of what they became chased after them. And what made them brave enough to finally do away with the scarf and the jacket — to show off the markings and the changes. 

She opens her mouth, the questions on the tip of her tongue, but then she closes it without asking. This is a time for celebration, not poking into old wounds made raw just because the man who carved them into bone and sinew is dead. 

Sorren lifts an eyebrow when the silence stretches on for too long between them, so Elżbieta settles by saying, “A week isn’t a very long time to get used to anything.” 

“I’ll fucking drink to that,” they grumble and take a sip before passing the flask back to her. 

Maybe she does understand how they feel better than she thought. 

For awhile they sit and pass the drink back and forth between them as they watch the celebration going on below. Sorren gives the occasional comment about one of the Rams, though from this vantage it’s hard to tell them apart. 

There’ll be dead to count and wounded to tend to, and new faces who want to help flocking to the keep. But for now, it’s a celebration. 

Elżbieta finishes off the flask and finally asks the question that has been circling around her head since the fight at the manor. “Do you recognize the name Cosmin?” 

Sorren pauses to consider, then shakes their head. After a beat, they ask, “Your father?” 

“No,” Elżbieta snorts. “Aldrich would not have given that to me for free. Another uncle, probably.” A groan works its way up her throat and out through clenched teeth as she tangles her fingers in the strands of her hair. “I go from it only ever being my mother and me to suddenly I have a whole family but they’re all a bunch of shitty uncles.” 

Sorren laughs, the sound exploding out of them before they can stifle it with the back of a hand. “Sorry. It is a shitty situation. It’s not that funny.” 

She allows for a small tired smile to tug at the corner of her lips and heaves her shoulders in a shrug. “I mean, it’s kind of funny. Just imagine the family portrait: Crowds of uncles, and then me.” 

“Surely you can’t be the only of your generation?” 

“I guess that’s part of the puzzle, isn’t it?” Elżbieta extends her hand into the empty space before her, letting the locket dangle from her fist. It swings in a lazy arc, catching the firelight at each apex. “How many are like Aldrich and Dragomir?” 

They reach out as well, catching the locket with nimble fingers and studying the crest emblazoned across the surface. “Or how many are like you.” 

Honestly, she wouldn’t wish this upon anyone else. There are newly formed dhampirs back at the house, and while she’s glad that that is all they are, it hurts to know that this was done to them. They had no choice. 

Of course, neither did she. She was born like this. 

So how much choice did her mother have? 

Elżbieta relinquishes the death grip she has on the chain and drapes it carefully over Sorren’s fingers so she can release the clasp on the locket. The lighting this far up the battlements is poor, but she can see the moment realization clicks on their expression. 

“How did you get this?” they ask, smoothing their thumb over the portrait inside. “It’s an older version of their crest, I think.” 

“A gift given in good faith,” Elżbieta quotes, though she waves it off as Sorren lifts an eyebrow in confusion. “The psychopomp of Lady Moon gave us each a gift. You saw everyone else’s — flashy things that give the people hope and reassurance.” She folds her arms over her chest and falls back against the merlon with a sigh. “This is something for me alone.” 

“Do you think it was your father’s?” 

Elżbieta doesn’t respond right away. She stares at the bonfire and thinks about the expression of the woman on the portrait — how often her mother still made the expression if Elżbieta got too curious. 

She left home to find any answers about her father since her mother refused — couldn’t, she now realizes is more likely. She’s gotten one answer and only a hundred more questions. How much of that will be answered once she goes through Aldrich’s paperwork remains to be seen, but she owes her mother those answers as well. 

“I don’t know,” she finally says, voice low and tired. “If it is, then does that mean he’s dead if the keeper of souls gave it to me? Is it a replica? Did he discard it to keep himself safe, or my mother?” 

Aldrich didn’t know who her mother was on a personal level. Just what she represented to his brother. And even then not well enough, or he wouldn’t have been so surprised to see Elżbieta. 

Sorren tilts their hand back towards her, offering up the locket. “What do you want the answer to be?” 

Good fucking question. 

She presses the tips of two fingers to the crest, the lion rampant and the vines draped across the top of the blazon. “At first, I believed I would find my father, and he would be a monster, and I would kill him. Then I learned about what happened to you, and I thought… What if the same thing had happened to my mother? If he had done something to her that made me this way, well. First I would destroy him, and then I would kill him.”  

“That’s an awful lot of murder on the mind.”  

Elżbieta huffs. “I’m a monster hunter by trade. It was easy to think about it that way.”  

Sorren watches her as they hand the locket back. “And now?”  

“And now…” She runs her thumb over the raised edges of the family crest. Traitor, the voices had called her. “Now I don’t know. I’m still no closer to an answer, except that the monsters hated him. Does that mean I can forgive him if I meet him? I don’t think I’ll really know until I’m standing in front of him.” 

They hum in thought. “Do you have any leads?” 

“Not really. Not unless there’s anything in that mansion.” She runs her thumbnail over her lower lip and stares at the far wall of the keep. A thought comes to her, and she takes a breath — then holds it, thinking. 

Sorren waits, leaning back on their hands. 

It takes another moment longer before she gathers the courage to ask, “Do you want to de-Aldrich that house with me? When there’s a moment to spare. Not that… you’ll have many of those, I’m sure. But if one comes up.” 

They give a low, appreciative whistle. “Wreck anything of that bastard’s self-aggrandizing shit? I’ll fucking make time.” 

“Like that organ?” 

“They don’t call me the Maestro for nothing,” Sorren says in a mocking impression of Aldrich’s accent. “I do wish I could have punched him in the face at least once.” 

“We didn’t get a good look around the house, but I’ve got money on him having at least seven portraits of himself.” She grins as Sorren laughs into the back of their hand. “There were busts of the family in the foyer. You can have dibs on Dragomir as a consolation prize if you teach me how to shoot.” 

They lean against the merlon to give her a considering look. “I’ve seen you shoot, and you’re plenty good already.” 

She flushes from the praise despite herself. Aldrich had critiqued her abilities, but well. He’s dead now and she’s not. And she had shot him several times despite being ‘sloppy’. “I can’t shoot like you.” 

They push away from the wall and gesture her in closer, as if preparing to confide a deep secret. “No one can shoot like me,” they tell her in a stage whisper, and it’s their turn to grin as she laughs. “But sure. I’ll teach you some tips and tricks, and we can use any Errol memorabilia as target practice. So long as I get first crack at anything with Aldrich’s face on it.” 

“Agreed.” 

Sorren holds their fist up into the space between them, and Elżbieta stares down at it. Returning the gesture means that she’s committing herself to the agreement, and she’s so used to playing things as they come, that planning for something grander than the moment to moment seems daunting.  

Misinterpreting her hesitation as confusion, Sorren reaches out with their other hand to curl her fingers into a fist, then guides it up to bump their knuckles together. “Like that.”

“I know what a fist bump is,” she says, and they laugh. “I’m not that much older.” 

“I thought maybe it was a regional thing, and you didn’t know—” 

“Give a girl time to think, would you?” 

They quirk a brow over their electric blue eye. “Were you considering turning us down? After I extended the very rare and quite generous offer to share my sharpshooting knowledge with you?” 

“No,” she answers without hesitation, serious despite their teasing. “I just… Well, I suppose it doesn’t much matter now, does it?” 

Sorren studies her, waits for a follow-up that doesn’t come, then releases a sigh. “Can you at least let me know if you change your mind? Don’t just up and disappear in the middle of the night.” 

“I’ve given you no reason to think that I would.” 

“I’ll be honest, I thought you might before we confronted the Maestro. What with the whole ‘he invited me to his house, maybe I’ll go see what he wants’ bit.”  

Elżbieta hunches her shoulders in embarrassment. “I’ll be honest, I thought I might have gone then, too.” 

“Oh? What stopped you?” 

She shrugs. “Wanted to try something new, I guess.” Not quite a lie, just not the whole truth. She’s not an Errol, she’s a Wrona, and in the end she didn’t owe Aldrich anything. 

Sorren laughs again, then clambers to their feet. Using the grip they still have on her hand, they pull her up after. 

[coffeecupandcorgi]

on repeat

i'm not great at doing tag games ahhh, but @dirigibleplumbing tagged me, so i'll give this a go -

Rules: shuffle yr "on repeat" playlist from spotify or etc. and post the first 10 tracks.

Manilla Road, "Necropolis" - the Seek & Destroy DJ Tanner must really dig this one because I've head him play it a few times now. K says the vocals sound like a sports announcer calling the Kentucky Derby lolol BUT i think they're cool. i mean, c'mon, they're absolutely giving severian in nessus in gene wolfe's shadow of the torturer-

Entombed in time without decay Never thought it would be like this It feels like I'm living inside a dream But my mind tells me I'm Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis

-but also giving that couple making out in the pit of skulls, lost in an endless cemetery going slowly insane in the iron rose (1973)?? plus this album is from '83 & i feel like eddie munson definitely liked it.

2. Dio, "Holy Diver" - yeah, classic, guess this one is pretty self-explanatory... I did just read what's currently my all time fav ST fic, this time loop fic star of the masquerade by glorious_spoon, and eddie's fav track there is holy diver.

3. Steely & Clevie, Righteous Flames, "I Was Born To Be Loved" - idk I just freaking love this dancehall track from 92, heard it on the radio a while back and put it on my 'seattle wip' playlist, which I was listening to while noodling around with a post-u mich kj/owen story that alas has not materialized beyond a set up and a few scenes. it's always gonna be a kj and owen mood for me. :')

4. Kate Bush, "Running Up That Hill" - for a while in college @dirigibleplumbing played "wuthering heights" like everyday BUT somehow i never heard/took in "running up that hill" until i started watching Pose last year - when it plays at the end of the pilot !!! while that man is picking up angel !!! I just !!!! stay away from her, get a job !!!! anyway, also, max gender, is there a more gender-y song?

5. Afsky, "Tyende Sang" - more metal. first track i heard on Seek & Destroy that gave me a fanfiction oh. moment. like, we are no longer just doing fic research, we go here now.

6. HAAi, "Baby, We're Ascending" - this song is fine/fun, i threw it on a recent playlist so i'm hearing it a lot, but i loved loved loved HAAi's recent Resident Advisor mix & listened to it a bunch. tried to put it on during a philly wedding afterparty last spring but then it was TOO LOUD and we had to leave to the hotel. :(

7. Built to Spill, "Car" - I think this is my favorite track from their early 90s album There's Nothing Wrong With Love, an all time album which i also loved as a teen. good to sing along to.

I want specifics on the general idea I want to think what I should know Want you to do me what you show

gotta just absolutely belt it out. those lyrics are all caps in my head.

8. Sevana, "Lowe Mi" - this has been playing all the time on KEXP's saturday morning reggae show. it's super catchy.

9. Leonard Cohen, "The Partisan" - as previously discussed i love a good time loop story - it's maybe one of my favorite tropes?? the melancholy and bittersweet yearning can be so exquisite, it fully KOs me - anyway, this track is used so well in Palm Springs, under that slow-mo close up on Sarah while Nyles realizes he is big time in love and needs to get his shit together -

10. Florence + The Machine, "Morning Elvis" - this is my Grey's end of season 2 song for Izzy and Denny :((((( I guess 'cause "we are trying to make it through the devastation" vibes + Denny is from Memphis.

idk idk @katiewont, @rostovs, @zombiesassy, if u wanna-

[cisthehuman]

CisLunar DevLog #4: Ginga

Aiyetoro Madzimoyo III

Another instalment of development posts is here! Today we are going to be discussion the last side character of the group--Prince Ginga Aiyetoro Madzimoyo III. Out of all of the characters, his design had the least amount of drastic changes. I refined some of the details of his character and his style.

His design stems from a doodle session I had on 4/1/22--I only know the date because I actually dated these doodles lol. As you can see, he was always thought of to be princely, but was originally just going to be a subject for a painting and never used again. It was when I decided to make CisLunar a bigger story that I thought of including him in. The idea of three shady individuals (Lunar, BonBon, and Champs) happily socializing with an extremely high ranking person intrigued me so Ginga was added along with his status.

Even at this stage, I had already given him the name Ginga. I off and on study Japanese and one of my favorite words is ginga, which means galaxy (and I believe it is used for the Milky Way as well but don't quote me on that). I just like the phonetic sounds of it. However, I wanted a strong African influence to him as well. To make a long story short, in my younger years of creating I've been embarrassed and made fun of writing things about my race. It's only in my 20s that I started finally reclaiming that part of me and embracing writing/drawing black characters. With that being said, I wanted his middle and last name to be African to tie him to the culture. Plus like afrofuturism is really cool and I wanted to dabble in creating in that genre. This is where we get his middle and last name: Aiyetoro (Nigerian meaning peace of earth) and Madzimoyo (meaning nourished by water; unfortunately I couldn't find specifically where this name originates within Africa).

He's also the 3rd because I like giving my royalty character suffixes like that.

Another thing Ginga always has is his horn. I've always found horns very magical and mystical and as the Prince of the Cosmos, I imagine Ginga to be a very magical guy lol

Ginga also has human ears. When I set him in this animal appendaged world, I didn't realize that he is the only one in the cast (outside of Cis the Parasite) that has human ears. So I came with an answer as to why: cause he's magical.

At this point, I made him BonBon's boyfriend because I thought it would be cute to have 2 couples in the story. Plus there's an opposites attract thing and I like that trope. It's my story and I get to do whatever I want lolol

Another thing was him being a run away from home for very dire reasons. I'm very poor at writing action stories, so I scratched that out. He still leaves home a lot, but now its because he won't be ruling for a long time so he's just living his life lol. I also went back and forth on his eye color. I finally settled on blue as I liked the contrast against his skin.

As I continued drawing him, a new thing started happening--I began giving him what I can only call a lizard like smile. I did it once for some reason, but I just thought he looked cute with it. So Ginga also has a little reptilian in him as well because, you know, magic. I like to think his birth is peculiar because he's ruling over the stars you know? You kinda have to have a lot things happening to rule over several planets and galaxies. At this stage in his design however, I was already ready to change some things about him. His color scheme matched with Champs, and while they are foils, I didn't want them to wear the same exact colors. I also didn't like that I didn't really try to make his royal attire look regal. So when I started redesigning everyone, I jumped at the chance to make my prince look princely.

Which brings us to our first final sketch! I based his attire based on traditional Nigerian clothing. I made the sleeves a bit puffier to add the grandeur along with a flowy sash. As you can tell, I switch colors around. It was originally orange! I'm very aware that I like using cool colors with a lot of my drawings because I favor them, and I was going to use warmer tones to add some more brightness to the group. However, the orange didn't feel like Ginga to me so I changed it to this really lovely turquoise. in this sketch I loosely mapped out where all of his embroidery and detailing is, but when I do more detailed art I'll add it in. I'm very happy with this! I wanted it to be very special but also easy enough for me to do over and over again. But we don't stop there with Ginga. He wouldn't always hang out with his underworld pals in his robes, plus he needs to blend in or else crowds will follow him. So he has two designs!

Yaaaay!

And surprise! The pearls are a headdress he wears! I made this decision before writing this post actually! For the longest time, the pearls were actually his hair, because magic, but when I sketching out his casual outfit, I really liked him without the pearls. So headdress it is!

Speaking of his outfit, I decided to base it off of some Japanese street styles I saw pics of on pinterest. Ginga is an aquatic type of alien, and I like to think his kinds needs to have some coverage to keep from drying out. I also see him as the type of guy who dresses the complete opposite of how he has to dress while attending royal things. The color scheme came about because we were missing some pastel colors in the lineup, and I think pastels show a sense of peace, calm, and naive cuteness to a character which describes Ginga to a tee. His headphones are from his magic, by the way!

Whoo! We did it! The characters for this part of the stream lore (yes there are more parts planned) are complete!

It may be a little while until the next dev log as I need to make things for it, but it will probably be about some of the artists I created that plays on Cosmic Canary radio! I'm going to actually spend some time working on one now. Here's a preliminary sketch as a teaser~

Thank you so much for reading~

Seeee youuuuu next time!

[salaciousslut]

A virgo?? August or September!? I'm an august leo so i have a bias. Also only half the shit people say about us is right hehe 🤭

Every inch of you deserves to be adored sweetheart <3 Its cute that you trace them sometimes, i really like your stretch marks. Cross my heart and hope to die i like your stretch marks and wanna kiss them 🥰

I hate how badly i need to take advantage of you, like i think thats why i like the idea of getting you drunk enough to pass out. Its the reason im crazy about somno too. I just need to either have you fighting and thrashing, trying to escape while i force my strap in your pussy and you telling me to stop or a pliant little thing that doent even know whats happening without me taking a video of it <3 I bet we could have one of the best little porn collections out there bc i know you'll be such a good porn star 🥰

Yeah i need to make you cum as many times as i can just to watch your pussy twitch and get it on video, i need that so fucking bad. I need to feel you twitching around my fingers and my teeth in your shoulder right fucking now sweetheart <3

A blue devil cow sounds so cute omg!! I need to hold the both of you so badly 🥺

Valorant seems cool, my laptop is so shitty tho i cant run it :( i also low key forgot how to play fps games with a controller bc ive neglected my gaming console and ive stuck to pc games for the better part of like 3 years. But fuck it watch me loose my temper on overwatch or apex.

I love that we both tried to learn the guitar but stopped its just funny to me that you can relate bc ppl normally dont! Also please teach me abt your special interests and your field of study im such a curious person and i love knowledge!<3

august virgo!! and i loveeeee leos especially august leos sm!! they have a soft spot in my heart. (dont tell anyone but theyre my fav fire sign overall)

god youre so hot. please take advantage of me!!! use me however u want because i want it too. deep down i want it all!!

hehe maybe one day! i have a cute lil video of my cunt too that i watch sometimes because i love it so much!! its soooo cute. if i could make out with my own pussy i would. also please be my guest. i started a orgasm log for every time i came in 2024 so if u wanna add to that let me know lolol

oooh overwatch is pretty too, i dont really understand the game play but its gorgeous! and so is apex, i just get a lil motion sick when i watch it sometimes! but the colors are sooo vibrant

hehe come into my dms whenever ur comfy and i will, i dont wanna say what i do in public but ill tell u everything if u just ask! im a good girl like that 😇!!

what do u do if u dont mind me asking?

[perla-speedofsound-adventuring]

URL Songlist Game

Rules: Spell out your URL with song names and tag 10 people

Was tagged by @anonymouse-art (omg thank you aahh) WELL this was a doozy to make but here it finally is!

Play it Loud- Black Eyed Peas

Everybody- Backstreet Boys

Reach for the Stars- Cash Cash

Level Up- Ciara

Anonymous- EmpathP ft. Kaito

|

So What- Sie7e

Pop it- Anamanaguchi

Electric Angel- Yasuo ft. Rin and Len

Endless Fantasy- Anamanaguchi

Deer in the Headlights- Owl City

Ocean Man- Ween

Fancy Footwork- Chromeo

Shooting Star- Owl City

Odds and Ends- Ryo ft. Hatsune Miku

Undercover Martyn- Two Door Cinema Club

Nobody Like You- Franco El Gorilla ft. Oneill

Diamond Fusion- Trigger

|

As You Like It- Eve

Dreams of an Absolution- Bentley Jones

Vente Pa’ Ca- Ricky Martin ft. Maluma

Endless Possibility- Jaret Reddick

No te Detengas- AkuoVocaloid ft. Maika

Todo Lo Que Quiero- Yandel ft. Becky G

Umbrella Beach- Owl City

Rooftop Run (Day)- Tomoya Ohtani

I Gotta Feeling- Black Eyed Peas

Never Turn Back- Crush 40

Ghost- Mystery Skulls

~~~

Hmmm I will tag! @supasonikku @classicdaisycalico @miguelisasir @jihyxnkim @tadokorojin @neogreenhillzone @auroblaze @askwhitecampusparka @greenyvertekins @whis

[hanafubukki]

Family Time [All in Time Part 3]

Summary: Domestic moments among family: Your daughter loves to play her pranks, Lilia loves to scare you, and Malleus is forced to sleep. 

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge X (Female) Reader

All in Time Series: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (This one)

Notes 1:  Happy Birthday Lilia!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉💝💝💝💝 (Happy New Year Everyone! 🎉🎉🎉)

Notes 2: You have no idea how excited I was to post this all day, waiting for the time to turn to the new year before posting this. I have been giddy lolol  I had parts of this written for awhile, and then inspiration hit suddenly and finished this in time for Lilia’s birthday 🙌🙌 🎉🎉  This fic is dedicated to @coraldelusiondaze​ (hope you don't mind me tagging you), thank you. I got inspiration to write more of this AU because of you 🌸🌻💚 

Fan Art: Omg, someone drew me Fan Art and I am in tears 😭😭🥺🥺💝💝💝��👏 Please, check it out! Family Time Art

MC = YN 

D/N = Daughter’s Name 

·      YN can hear giggling as she approached the living room. She could also hear the familiar bickering of her two dear friends.

·      “I don’t think that’s working Sebek.”

·      “I don’t see your idea working any better!”

·      YN opened the door and took in the scene.

·      D/N was sitting on the celling well away from Sebek and Silver.

·      Sebek was on a chair trying to grab D/N.

·      Silver standing next to him.

·      “I never expected the king’s guards to be defeated by a mere baby.”

·      “AH!” Down Sebek fell.

·      “I didn’t hear you come in YN.” Silver calmly stated while Sebek tried to collect himself.

·      “Lilia must be rubbing off on me then.” YN laughed and waved at her daughter, who waved back with a fanged grin.

·      “We’ve been trying to get her down from the ceiling. I have failed as a guard.” Sebek looked like he was about to run to Malleus and Lilia and ask them for forgiveness.

·      “Sebek, sweetie, you are fine.” YN patted him on the back. “Have you tried tomato juice?”

·      “Tomato juice?” Sebek looked at her as if she was from another world, well, he’s not wrong there.

·      Silver left and came back with a bottle filled will tomato juice.

·      “D/N, come to mommy! Look what I have.”

·      Silver and Sebek watched in amazement as D/N appeared in YN’s arms.

·      YN tapped on D/N’s cheeks, “Play nice with your brothers.”

·      D/N smiled, reaching for her bottle.

·      “Lilia, I don’t think this is a good idea!”

·      “Why not dear? I think it’s a great idea!”

·      YN was rethinking her life choices as Lilia cradled her in the middle of the sky.

·      “Says the freakishly tall bat!”

·      “But I’m your freakishly tall and handsome husband.”

·      YN had nothing to say to that but clutch tighter around Lilia’s shoulder. He laughed, while cuddling her in the air.

·      “Would I ever drop you?”

·      “Yes.” YN promptly said.

·      “I would never hurt my darling wife.” Lilia gave a fanged smile, “but I could scare her a bit.”

·      “I’ll get a divorce.”

·      “I would never let you.” Lilia bumped his forehead to hers. YN stuck out her tongue.    

·      “Won’t you sleep dear one? You must be tired from all that playing.” Malleus cradled D/N close. She patted his cheek with a sleepy grin.

·      “Are you telling me to sleep? The King of the Valley of Thorns?” Malleus laughed. “My, you are your mother’s daughter.” D/N simply cooed.

·      “That she is.” YN had been watching the scene from the doorway.

·      D/N was preciously cradled in Malleus’ arms. It was adorable seeing them so close, especially when you took in their size difference.

·      “She does have a point though Tsunotaro, you should sleep.” YN took in the fatigue he only showed to his family. It has been a tough week for him, dealing with his council and their refusal to change their ways.

·      Malleus smiled at her, “I still have much to be done.”

·      D/N did not seem to like that thought at all, and started squirming and patting his cheek firmly.

·      YN laughed gently, “My daughter disagrees, as do I.”

·      YN went behind Malleus and gently pushed him to his room, which was connected to his office.

·      “How about this? You two go to sleep right now, and I’ll keep you company while you work tomorrow. I’ll even make you your favorite ice cream and we could have a picnic.”

·      Malleus laughed, “With conditions such as those, how can I refuse?”

·      YN tucked D/N and Malleus in bed, making sure to give each of them a kiss on their forehead.

·      D/N snuggled closer to Malleus, as he smiled at your motherly actions towards them both.

·      You two were always close at NRC, and as time went on, you both became closer.

·      You were his best friend, and he even considered you, his sister.

·      Someone who he can rely on and truly be himself with.  

·      He was truly grateful for you, and the happiness you brought into his life.

·      YN sat on the edge of the bed, softly patting the banket to try to lull them to sleep.

·      “Would you like me to sing you a lullaby?”

·      “As long as it’s not one of Lilia’s, I would not mind.”

·      YN laughed, thinking of the reaction her husband would have, “I think any lullabies are better than Lilia’s screaming singing.”

·      YN started to sing a soft song, one she had always sang to her daughter.

·      And within moments, both of her precious ones were asleep.

·      YN leaned back as arms wrapped around her shoulders.

·      Warm, red eyes looked at her with affection.

·      Pulling her closer and kissing her forehead before turning to watch the children sleep.

·      “I take offense to that comment about my singing by the way.”

·      YN laughed.

·      Lilia and YN would guard the sleep of their beloved ones.  

I love Diasomnia family and their shenanigans. Yes, I am biased towards Malleus..can you tell? 😂😂😂 

Low Key, I imagined Lilia with giant bat wings as he flew with you in the sky, part because I think he would look cool like that and part because...you know he is a bat dad.

Now onto writing for a certain dragon boy for the 18th...once I can figure out what I want lolol 

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga >:) pt. 3

more and more paragraphs ahead.  BE PREPARED!

i’m also writing this at 3 am so please bear with the horrendous grammar and punctuation.

chapter 63

i know he’s probably like this with everyone but i love how excited he is bragging about his students to her.  he’s like a child telling his mother about an amazing adventure he had with his friends, making sure he mentions every detail.  in the anime, their conversation lasted for 3:41 :3 backwards 341 is 143 which means i love you.  

1 letter = i

4 letters = love

3 letters = you

chapter 63

i love her fit!  i also like how both of them like to wear baggy clothing that accentuates their collarbones `w` it’s like they’re matching in a way.  even if she did tell him to cut the crap, she still let him run his mouth to his content LOL i feel like if he didn’t compliment himself at the end, she would have said something different.  UGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY CALLING HER

 ah, let me translate the conversation just in case anyone needs it.

utahime: you wanted to talk about the investigation, right?

gojo: well, got any idea who?

utahime: i have no idea.  no one seems suspicious.  what do we do now?  should we ask the students for help?

gojo: yeah, that’s fine.  i’m busy so asking the kids would be okay.  keep looking.  i’m counting on you.

I THINK THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TRYING TO SAY.

OR it could mean that she’s asking if they should start investigating the students.  it would make sense either way because gojo says in the next panel that he doesn’t want to assume that the mole is a student, and in chapter 79, gojo sends the trio to utahime to help her.  

chapter 63

these two love their students to death.  neither of them wanted to assume that the mole was a student.  in chapter 79, when utahime is talking to the trio about the mole, nobara points out to the group that the traitor must be from kyoto because utahime is the one who’s reaching out to the tokyo side.  utahime has a dismal look on her face, almost like she’s saying, “i didn’t want it to turn out this way -- for this to be true.”  after mechamaru says his farewells to miwa on the train, mai tries to talk about what he did to which utahime says, “it doesn’t matter, he’s dead, after all,” with a similar sunken expression.  i just love how her care for the students is one of the biggest aspects of her personality that’s been showcased so far.  it’s also cool how it ties together with gojo’s belief that no child’s youth should be taken away.  i truly think these two have the capacity to understand each other to a deep level, down to the core.  seeing as utahime is also a teacher, it’s safe to assume that she also wants to raise the next generation of sorcerers to be strong.  utahime and gojo’s similarities and contrasting elements are so interwined, i really wonder if it’s intentional.  like am i looking too much into this?  are utahime and gojo really meant to be this connected?  think about it.  similar motivations, care of the kids, contrasting palettes, the bickering, long history.  IT’S JUST TOO MUCH. 

also can we mention how their phone calls and meetings must be heavily planned out?  this means they’ve talked and interacted with each other A LOT behind the scenes.  she doesn’t answer his call with “what do you want?  don’t bother me on my day off.”  she knows exactly why he’s calling her and they even speak in code.  she probably meets up with him and tells him to call her on a specific day and at a specific time.  they must know each other’s schedules very well in order to execute this investigation in complete secrecy.  when he says, “we can never be too sure who is listening in around utahime” it implies that they find calling a risk, so in order to guarantee that there is no one around, they have to meet up in person.  see where i’m getting at?  they talk A LOTTT and most likely are aware of each other’s daily lives.  

the fact that gojo is her main source of stress when he’s literally a 3 hour train ride away from her is hilarious LMAOOOO.  you know what that means, right?  he must call and text her constantly about random things to annoy her.  

chapter 65

ah yes, my favorite moment by far.  look at that smile on his face.  

chapter 65

he loves saying her name.  he probably rushed over with the sole purpose of doing something like this to her LMAOOOO like i mean, mei was in there with her so technically they both needed to be helped but judging from his words and expression, he only wanted to help utahime.  notice how mei’s not there in the debris.  could she possibly have suspected gojo’s presence or an outside force?  or was she fast enough to avoid being in the debris?  either way, her lack of presence in this scene helps highlight the fact that this is a special interaction between utahime and gojo.  he refers to her in a very familiar sense.  the most formal way to address someone is by their last name followed by the honorific, -san.  in gojo’s case, he should be calling her iori-san if they weren’t acquainted.  he doesn’t even bother to call her utahime-senpai.  granted, gojo is not the most respectful and socially competent person out there because geto points this out to him.  he isn’t even aware that she finds him annoying because he views her bad attitude toward him as her just playing along with him.  he probably thinks she’s flirting back LOLOL

since he asks her “you cryin?” that definitely means that gojo witnessed her crying on one occasion or maybe multiple.  who knows, the old utahime could have been a very emotional person.  while this is happening, mei is close to gojo, she then asks him if he would console her if she were to cry in a flirtatious manner.  gojo dismisses her attempt at flirting with him and says she won’t cry because she’s strong.  now normally, you’re supposed to face the person you’re talking to, GOJO.  he KEEPS his eyes on her even when more people come to join the conversation.  

now, we can all agree that geto, mei, and shoko are better at picking up social cues than gojo.  they probably knew the vibe of the conversation and decided to play along with gojo’s antics.  

chapter 65

WE were worried about you.

pay attention to the order of the characters that show up.  gojo makes his appearance first, then geto, followed by shoko.  based on utahime’s reaction to seeing shoko, it’s evident that these two share a close bond.  shouldn’t shoko be the one to arrive on the scene first?  she’s the closest to utahime and would therefore be more concerned about her condition, right?  i know shoko’s technique doesn’t really allow her to do anything other than treat the wounds of others, but if you heard your friend was missing, you would definitely rush to the scene.  

look at geto’s reaction when mei says, “you’re the one who’s picking on her, geto.  you don’t even know it.”  i think it’s mei who’s saying this because gojo calls geto “suguru”.  but anyway, mei is aware that they’re picking on her.  i don’t think she’s the type to legitimately bully someone for their strength.  her reaction to all of this is very playful and her “heh heh heh” is proof of that.  when geto shows up and swallows the curse before it gets to utahime, he says, “satoru.  it’s not nice to pick on the weak.”  by saying this, he pisses utahime off because he too, is joining in on gojo’s joke.  i believe he’s unaware that he’s making fun of utahime because his reaction is “gah!” with a sweatdrop.  he probably thought gojo was making fun of weak people in general.  

geto’s usually a gentleman seeing as it is canon that he is more popular with girls than gojo.  BUT WHO KNOWS...you gotta be a specific type of person to be best friends with gojo.  maybe he ain’t shit too...  okay, my point is that everyone is just playing along.  when shoko shows up, utahime is relieved to see her because shoko doesn’t tease her like this.  since utahime tells shoko to not become like those two, this implies that geto teases her as well (probably not as much as gojo).  we all know geto is really big on looking out for the weak so he probably wouldn’t have insulted her for real.  

verdict: utahime being weak is just a joke.  i’ve mentioned this so many times, sorry if it’s getting annoying and repetitive hehehehehe...

chapter 65

these three aren’t irresponsible.  geto and gojo are a troublesome duo for sure, but they’re dependable.  seems unlike them to forget something so simple and essential to pretty much every mission.   

chapter 65

here’s my headcanon.  they were hanging outside or in the car when their assistant manager got a call.  the assistant was informed that two days have elapsed since mei and utahime went on their mission (or last contacted someone).  

gojo: that’s weird.  mei’s with her so they should have finished exorcising the spirit sooner.

geto: you think something happened to them?  maybe it’s a strong special grade.

gojo: utahime probably dragged mei down with her.  poor mei-san~  

gojo gets up 

geto: where are you going?  

gojo: going to save utahime!  it’s fine i’ll put up a curtain!

manager: gojo wait!!!!!!!!!!!

geto sighs

shoko: that idiot’s always running off without us.

they pin the blame on gojo for saying that he’ll put up a curtain and leaving the assistant manager behind.  you know what this means?  he ran and the manager couldn’t catch up HEHE... why the rush, gojo?  were you actually concerned about her?  

tbh i don’t see gojo ever running to something unless it’s urgent.  the fact that he ran to save her says a lot.  

----

let me know if you have any thoughts or questions!  i forgot to add this but gojo had a more serious expression when he was explaining how they must’ve been trapped in a barrier that messes with time.  he then states, “we thought it was weird even though you’re here, mei.”  i know he was probably worried sick because if mei couldn’t be contacted then that means something must’ve happened to utahime too.  okay that’s it for now.  i’ll be bringing up this little detail i’ve noticed about utahime in the manga next :3

[dojunie]

★★★ maknae line ver.

PART 1 / YOU'RE READING PART 2

desc: more random iotas on what character from the anime 'ouran highschool host club' i think each member of nct dream would be! plus, also, what their roles/personality would be like as a host member :-D

(pov: you're a student at ouran, and these are the members of the host club! + mini confession hc!)

warning: none (a previous knowledge of ohshc, mayhaps? you can definitely still read this standalone, but the characterization might make a lil more sense lolol)

wc: 1.5k

click to continue!

lee donghyuck; hikaru hitachiin

⋆ thing 1

⋆ mischievous, mischievous, MISCHIEVOUS

⋆ prioritizes having fun over anything else

⋆ if there’s a prank in the host clubroom? It’s 100% hyuck's doing (with help from chenle for sure)

⋆ someone is screaming indignantly and making noise for seemingly no reason? also 100% hyuck

⋆ will ALWAYS find a way to get what he wants, usually through mere outsmarting, but for anyone who’s just as stubborn as him? he breaks out the pout ( and that pout? lethal... and it always gets you, which his miserable ass is aware of and definitely uses to his advantage)

⋆ smarter than everyone gives him credit for

⋆ people think he's all fast fun and no thinking, only in it for the good times, but donghyuck is actually the one who comes up with a majority of the most loved club events

⋆ school wide hide and seek, halloween costume ball, club trip to the beach, he's surprisingly business-minded when he needs to be

⋆ but all those smarts go out the window once he gets challenged

⋆ because he is COMPETITIVE

⋆ especially with you, because you never give in to his scheming. he'll die before he lets you win (and by die i mean he'll cheat like a motherfucker)

⋆ you're probably the only person who comes to the host club that hyuck can't instantly and shamelessly charm

⋆ which is so weird to him that it becomes his Mission to Capture Your Heart

⋆ (which really just means he'll pout and pout and pout until you break and officially deem him your favorite host)

⋆ (but you're surely not going to tell him that he's been your favorite since the first day he tried to woo you, because where's the fun in that?)

⋆ he's constantly making up and bringing in new games to try to defeat you in because he can't stand the idea of being tied with anyone

⋆ you're not feeling too great one afternoon when you come into the clubroom, but sure enough, hyuck is basically waiting at the door with a game of ddakji, insisting you play with him before you even have a chance to sign in

⋆ you oblige, and he's so hyped up that he doesn't notice how tired you look

⋆ he wins

⋆ obviously

⋆ because you're barely playing

⋆ but he gloats anyway, getting all up in your face about it, really hamming it up because he’s never won that quickly before, especially against you— you always give him a run for his metaphorical money

⋆ but then as he grins at you, peering up into your face catch how you usually roll your eyes, or scowl, or call him a cheater: he realizes you're crying

⋆ and his smile drops immediately

⋆ then it's like every alarm bell in the entire world has started to blare at once

⋆ '...y/n-ah?'

⋆ but you bolt out of the room, expecting him to stay behind and continue to host, like he should, but surprise! he follows you out, grabs you by your wrist when you wont stop walking away from him

⋆ he thinks that you're upset that he was being a sore winner and immediately starts to grovel, bending down to see your expression (but you keep looking away because?? who the hell wants their crush to see them cry) so hyuck just grabs your face between his palms and forces you to look up

⋆ he looks... panicked

⋆ “I was being mean, I was totally being too mean, right? Man, I really overdid it this time... C'mon, you're too pretty to be crying like this, y/n-ah… Will you cheer up if I let you flick me?”

⋆ and the shock of him saying this has your tears stopping in utter confusion— at first you assume he’s just nervous about the consequences of making a visitor cry

⋆ but it's obvious that he's being genuine, eyes huge, actually worried he hurt your feelings this time

⋆ and that's endearing enough that it makes you feel a little better, and to your surprise, when he leads you away, it’s not back to the club room, but to to the student courtyard that overlooks the grass pavilion so you can just have a moment alone (or as alone as you can be with donghyuck pressed to your side as you sit on the ledge and talk about nothing and everything)

⋆ (but you do take the offer of flicking him, which he happily takes, because the way you laugh when he yelps is definitely worth the red spot on his forehead for the next few hours.)

na jaemin; tamaki suoh

⋆ are you surprised? you absolutely should not be

⋆ because if there's one main thing jaemin and tamaki share, it is their absolute, unbridled shamelessness

⋆ because this boy is bold... but not on purpose? which gives him the unique attribute of being disgustingly charming, but also terribly naive

⋆ like hyuck, is also smarter than people give him credit for; most people just assume he's a pretty face, but he's actually rather observant, just lets a lot of things slide because his life is easier that way

⋆ jaemin is secretly Very Weird

⋆ like... Concerningly Weird

⋆ it's more like he is a weird person who happens to be beautiful, instead of just a beautiful person who's a little weird

⋆ though all the other students could never guess that from how he composes himself

⋆ it takes quite a few trips to the club for even anybody to even sneek the barest peek through his perfect, Anime Love Interest facade; which is why it startles him so badly that you saw right through it the first time you guys met

⋆ but it's also why he thinks you're his favorite visitor, because he can let the mask down for a bit and just... exist

⋆ instead of immediately starting the spiel on you when you arrive, doing all the host checklist stuff of making you feel like the only girl in the world— smiling even if he doesn’t feel like smiling, following your every beck and call, stuff even he gets tired of sometimes even though he loves hosting— when you request him it feels like a break

⋆ you come in and ask him how his day has been, instead of the other way around

⋆ you eat with him and everything is just so… relaxed, compared to the insanity of how the clubroom usually feels

⋆ he starts to get oddly protective of you

⋆ stepping in when any of the other boys are talking to you for too long (which is at all, according to jaemin), pretending that he's tugging you away from all his leering friends because they're annoying

⋆ (and totally not because he doesn't like your attention on anyone else)

⋆ it grows to the point that his odd new attitude even begins follow you out of the host club, monopolizing all your time in the classes you share (declaring you his partner, walking you to and from class, texting you whenever he can’t physically see you, butting in when students get a little to touchy with his y/n)

⋆ "Don't you think you're getting a little close... What was your name again? Moowoo? Ever heard of personal space?"

⋆ and then as your classmate hyunwoo disappears (because an agitated na jaemin is a sight you do not trifle with) you simply stare at the boy standing idly beside you, (half because wtf was that?? and half because if anyone doesn't know about personal space it is na mf jaemin)

⋆ but the most confusing part is that he doesn't even know why he's so frigid all the time when other people flirt with you

⋆ that is, until hyuck teases him, shouting that 'his little girlfriend is here' when you walk into the clubroom, and you only swat at the boy, saying nothing in response,

⋆ your dismissal of it bothers him for hours afterwards

⋆ you, of course, already know of his crush on you even if he hasn’t yet (the poor boy is as obvious as a green sky)

⋆ but you allow him to figure it out on his own

⋆ (mostly for your own convenience)

⋆ (because once he realizes that he likes you, his presence in your world will probably quadruple, and no matter how cute he is, that is something you're going to have to prepare for)

⋆ (because if aloof jaemin was already stuck to your side?)

⋆ (in-love-with-you jaemin is going to be even better worse)

zhong chenle; hikaru hitachiin

⋆ thing 2 to donghyuck's thing 1

⋆ half the time he cannot be bothered, the other half he's certifiably insane

⋆ either watching the drama silently, munching on chips, as the entire clubroom descends into chaos around him, merely keeping points on who's winning

⋆ or he's in the center of it, shrill voice screaming, the sole perpetrator of whatever world-ending event is taking place

⋆ host chenle stands by the mantra of Do First, Think Later

⋆ the rest of the host members sic chenle on people like he's some sort of scary bodyguard, simply because his resting bitch face goes CRAZY

⋆ even though he's truly the most easily fluster-able person in the whole host club

⋆ and to prove this point, you realized a while ago that zhong chenle has one fatal crutch: physical contact

⋆ he'll tease and tease and tease his visitor, insistent on being annoying because that's how he gets under people's skin and his favorite pastime is bothering people, but if you want him to cut it out?

⋆ just touch him

⋆ put your hand on his arm, he'll get quiet (which in and of itself is a feat, because chenle? voluntarily quiet? and it only takes you patting him and asking him to simmer down a bit? magical)

⋆ you’re about to leave, and chenle does what he always does when you tell him you’ve got to go: he’ll beg and nudge and pester you, because he knows the quickest way to get him to stop is to just give in to his antics

⋆ “Can’t you stay just a little longer? It’s only four, you’re really going to go? You can’t, you can’t, you can’t! What will I do if you’re not here? I’ll die of boredom and it will be all your fault!”

⋆ but you actually need to go, you can’t placate him this time, so guess what?

⋆ you pull him down into a hug, patting his head before you bow and leave

⋆ “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lele. Stay strong!”

⋆ chenle does not murmur another word above 10 decibels for the next 12 hours

⋆ the next time you visit, for the first time (ever) he doesn’t scream your name the moment you walk into the room

⋆ merely nods sheepishly when you sit next to him, and it's like that for the next few times you visit

⋆ (tell me this boy doesn’t do a total 180 the moment he realizes he likes you a little more than he should)

⋆ but this is Not a permanent change, because as soon as he realizes you like him too? prepare to be terrorized (with love) as he focuses all his energy on you

⋆ though you can't say you'd have it any other way

park jisung; honey mitsukuni

⋆ baby vibes but actually WAY stronger than you think he is; can and will actually fuck you up if he needs to (but he'll be crying and apologizing the whole time)

⋆ uses the cute image to get his way sometimes, but always feels bad about it afterward so he doesn't do it often

⋆ sweet tooth

⋆ does not think before he talks; is always asking seemingly stupid questions because he genuinely does not understand, doesn't always catch onto the obvious, understands the joke fifteen seconds later

⋆ quickest way into his heart is to feed him because this boy is Always Hungry

⋆ and that's initially how he starts to find interest in you

⋆ because you initially requested him not because you found him attractive or wanted to get to know him better, but because you’d heard around school that the host club had the best snacks, and that he was the boy to request if you wanted to know what was tastiest

⋆ eventually, after you’ve both eaten through everything on the club cafe menu, you start to bring him interesting things to try from outside

⋆ special chocolates, delicious cakes, rare flavors of candy boba from places he’s never even heard of before

⋆ and park jisung is about as oblivious as mark is, which is why he thinks for quite a while that his odd perception of you is just because you always bring him the best snacks

⋆ because why else would he get so happy when he sees you walk into the clubroom? why else would his heart jump when you request to eat with him over the other club members?

⋆ but on the one day all you can do is drop off a lunchbox cake for him, another arrangement already planned for that afternoon— so you can’t stay and eat it together— he's oddly irritated for the rest of the evening

⋆ (he'll still moodily scarf down the lunchbox cake though, and make sure to tell you how it just didn’t taste as good without you there)

⋆ he is definitely the type to follow you around outside of the clubroom too, from class to class, during outside activities, chattering endlessly with you the whole time, not even realizing that the interest he's showing in you is Not Normal Host Behavior

⋆ it takes the rest of his members mentioning offhandedly how much he lights up when you come around, and how they've never seen him so happy around someone that wasn't his own host club (or the food delivery man)

⋆ but he just shrugs it off, not understanding what they mean because duh? he likes having you around

⋆ but the true realization comes when you mention that you just love chocolate mocha cupcakes, which is awesome, because jisung loves them too! they're actually his favorite flavor out of all the cakes the club sells, and they only make a few of them a week!

⋆ but... there's only one left

⋆ and jisung immediately gives it to you, shrugging

⋆ “I can just get another one next time. This is the type you like, right, Noona? Just make sure you eat it deliciously and I’ll let you have it!”

⋆ which freezes just about everyone in the whole room, because... jisung never shares his food. ever.

⋆ (but as the pair of you try to split the tiny cupcake down the middle not even ten seconds later, giggling, completely aloof to both of your own feelings, it’s all the rest of the hosts can do to just keep their mouths shut and roll their eyes.)

PART 2 OF THIS SCENARIO

MASTERLIST

(a/n: woo! second post!)

[raspberryranpo]

another request for….really author’s choice for BL. All of them are so good and I read them all the time. The fluff helps ease the CF angst.

reacting to being told they’re going to be a father

fire emblem three houses: blue lion boys

female reader is implied!! don’t read if you aren’t particularly comfortable with the idea of pregnancy either!!

also thank you for the choice lolol & i agree :( cf is so sad for the blue lions

DIMITRI

he’s like ?? when did this happen

doesn’t say anything for quite some time. he’s silent for ages, just trying to piece together what he’s just been told

after about twenty minutes, he just starts laughing - genuinely happy laughter, showing no signs of insanity or anything

picks you up and spins you around, obviously being more careful now, and kisses all over your face, thanking you for the opportunity & for making him the man he is today

DEDUE

just responds with “ok” and thinks that’s it

on the inside, he’s elated, and his heart won’t stop thumping, but he needs time to actually process what he’s just been told before he can give you a proper reaction

after a couple of hours he comes running to wherever you are, and asks you if it’s really true, and if he’s actually really truly going to be a father

when you tell him that it’s true, the biggest smile breaks out on his face and he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing it and thanking you over and over again

SYLVAIN

his reaction comes immediately but you can literally see all of his thoughts

by that, i mean you can tell that he’s happy about it due to the way he’s yelling and smiling and laughing, but the next second he’ll be watching his shaking hands and looking at your stomach anxiously, meaning that he’s having a few second thoughts

in the end, he’s completely overjoyed & won’t let go of you ever again

talks to your stomach when he thinks you’re asleep that night & tells it all about how amazing he thinks you’re both going to be

FELIX

his database has shut down. the motherboard has snapped in half. there are so many errors that felix.exe has completely crashed

he just stands there with the most baffled look on his face for about half an hour. you can leave & come back and he’ll still be there

asks you “why?” after a long time of just standing there. it’s not even that he’s upset, he’s just genuinely confused

is really weirded out by it for the first two months or so, but eventually he turns around & is the most caring father there is… unlike someone

ASHE

passes out there and then

when he wakes up, he runs straight into your arms, still on his knees, and presses the side of his face into your stomach

“YOU’RE SERIOUS? YOU’RE NOT KIDDING?!” - everyone within a forty mile radius can probably hear his ecstatic screaming

by the end of the day you’ve been kissed everywhere possible & even then he isn’t going to stop

[komoreangel]

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐫𝐞𝐪)

pairings: childe x reader, scaramouche x reader, xingqiu x reader 

scenario: he’s yours, and yours alone, right? so it’s only fitting that you get to make that clear to anyone who gets close, of course. 

request: hi!! i hope requests are open! can i ask for hcs of scaramouche, childe and xingqiu with a possessive partner? like their partner is the type to get jealous easily, try to display affection in public so people won't get close etc :)) thank you so much!!

reply: help i like this a lot hjfkhgn i can just imagine them getting smug because their s/o is being clingy in public,,,,and the randoms who are flirting with them get to be all like ??? who ? where? and its just yes thank you lolol

genre: smug childe/scara/xing plus clingy reader and also maybe a bit suggestive in scaramouche’s ?? plus you get to tell everyone dont touch your mans <3

scaramouche

because of his unlikeable personality, he didn’t get hit on very often

but if he ran into someone with no idea of who he was?

they were 9 times out of 10 going to flirt with him

(and who wouldnt i mean look at him he is one fine ass man i love him sm) 

but if they tried this while you were with him they were going to be met with a WALL OF FAILURE 

how dare they try to take your man 

you might just smile at them like ‘hey bestie,,,,stfu’ 

and let them watch as you plant a huge kiss on his cheek

he’s a bit startled because while you are very affectionate you don’t often kiss him (because you know he isnt too fond of it) 

sure you hug him and hold his hand

but after you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder

he’ll get that prideful look on his face (that you almost want to slap off of him) 

like yes

theyre a simp for me >:) 

you give him another kiss and turn to look at the poor individual who decided to flirt with your boyfriend

“scara, who’s this?”

scara

you only ever call him that in private

you must be feeling really jealous right now, huh?

you then proceed to bury your face in his neck

the person is obviously a bit flustered now

their previous statement has lost ALL of its value

scaramouche looks from you to them and smiles again

“so, what was it you were going to say?”

they stumble over their words and end up just saying “oh, nothing...i’ll be going now.”

once they’re gone he turns back to you, with your head on his shoulder and your arms around him

he’s grateful you managed to get him out of that situation tbh

but he’s even more happy to give you the attention you seem to be craving right now

from the privacy of your own home, of course :)

childe

childe would be ecstatic to have a s/o who’s overly affectionate in public

no doubt he would let you do whatever you wanted

you want to pepper his face with kisses? go ahead!

you want to sit on his lap? be his guest!

so when you tell him you tend to be a bit possessive he’s all for it

plus, he’s probably the same way so he doesn’t mind

someone flirts with him? he calls you over to come do your thing

embrace him with a hug and have him play with your hair right in front of that other person

he thinks it’s hot lmao

and watching you get jealous over anyone who gets a bit too close is cute too

the look on your face when he catches you staring at him is irresistible

“ah, are you jealous darling?”

head empty just childe calling you darling

hhhhhhh

he’d also be the type to let people approach him just so he can see you in action

you’d come up behind him and hug him from the back

just to greet him

then you notice the person in front of them

hands clasped together

eyes to the ground, flushed red face

they were flirting with him

you stumble away from him and look at them

“who are you?”

your tone is harsh, and childe can’t help but smile

"i..um..."

they continue to stutter their way through their sentence

you had lost interest about five words in

you were too busy playing with childe's hair

right in front of them :))

midway into their words, you turn to look at them

the glare you aim towards them is as sharp as childe's own blades, and you say,

"why are you still here?"

they're at a loss for words

who knew someone like you could be so cruel?

of course childe doesnt mind at all

he'd be glad to let you say whatever you want out of jealousy

it fuels his ego

the automatic response to that is making sure to keep him in check

dont let his head get too big

and by that i mean remind him every now and them how lucky he is to have you :)

xingqiu

he would think you were so cute

the way you cling to him almost all the time

most passerby would think you were simply very affectionate

which you are, he won’t lie

but he knows that you have another reason besides that

so you can tell everyone that this man

is yours

not that anyone in liyue harbor approaches him anyways

they all know better

would totally be the type to push your chin up with one finger

unfortunately for the girl from the mond family visiting this week

she doesn’t know better

so when you see her walking with him you first calm yourself down

you won’t assume her intentions, and he’s allowed to have friends

but when she trails her hand up his arm

oh HELL

you stomp over in their direction

hell hath no fury like a y/n scorned

as xing says anyway

you go straight up to him and wrap your arms around his neck as a greeting

“oh, it’s you. what are you doing here?”

you don’t answer and instead place a kiss on his face

the girl stands behind i’m, shocked that this whole time he had a significant other

“sweetie, is there a reason you’re?

he trails off

you have “noticed” the other girl and glare in her direction

that’s enough to scare her off

she goes running back home

xing has the most smug look on his face

“wow, i knew you got jealous offend, but that??”

you blush as he reaches out to push your hair away from your face

he smiles at you and the two of you head for home, with you clinging to his arm and happily walking along with him

a/n: im so sorry this took like forever to get up i procrastinated for so long jhkfdng anyway requests are now open again :)) i have a diluc oneshot in progress that i started on his birthday but...well.

want to make a request? head to my ask box!