#i'll probably settle for a navy blue or a white one with a navy blue inside

[beananium]

the clown-like urge to start a vocaloid kaito itabag

[300iqprower]

Ya know SMTIV, what this is actually perfect. Remember what I said about how Nasu could never be asked to show even a modicum of respect to Tezctalipoca as a figure, and how the "Tezcatlipoca" in FGO in no way has the spirit of their alleged origins?

Well I don't care much for this design either.

In fact I don't like SMT's (or more specifically Soejima's, who is still very much talented as I'll make clear) Tezcatlipoca design at all. I personally find it ugly and having an aesthetic I'm not that fond of, particularly the sort of "Bigfoot sighting" pose he has going on.

But i don't hate it, and I certainly am not morally opposed to it like FGO's, because even if I personally dislike it, ya know what it is? It's still undeniably based on Tezcatlipoca and keeps that spirit in several ways evident through design alone, let alone the way he's implemented into the game itself. It's a design that feels like it respects the culture it's taking its name from, and I'd much rather it do that than have an aesthetic I'm more fond of but lack any representation of its source material.

Just on a surface level you can see the ways in which this is meant to be Tez.

Holding a human heart with one arm, which were sacrificed to him in Aztec rituals

His body is visibly black and navy blue and made of a stony substance, which is a reference to the association many aztec gods but especially Tez had with obsidian rock, and the main symbol of Tez is an obsidian mirror.

Despite this, his other arm and legs are dissolving into smoke at the end, which is a reference to his main title of Smoking Mirror.

His skull-like head is pretty clearly meant to invokes a Calavera, which even if you didnt know the name of you've probably seen if you've ever witnessed a Day of the Dead festival.

That's all just the surface level stuff. There's plenty more if you know to look for it.

While one of his arms is visible, neither of his legs are, which fits with how Tezcatlipoca lost at least one of his legs to the giant crocodile Cipactli when the world was created

While blue isn't the primary color Tez is associated with, the use of teal/navy blue specifically fits with how he was often depicted with an almost interchangeable combination of grey-ish dark blue and black.

Despite my "bigfoot posture" remark, it very much fits Tezcatlipoca, whose spirit animal was the Jaguar, an animal well known for stalking and ambushing prey (rather than chasing it down like African big cats are known to do).

the way the smoke curls around as if forming an extremely distorted prosthetic foot matches how Tez's missing foot is specifically portrayed in the Codex Yohualli Ehécatl (AKA, the source of the image on Tez's wikipedia page), particularly with how the coloring shifts to orange-yellow at the end.

The most shaky but still worth noting claim: The emphasis on the blood flowing from the heart, combined with the gems embedded in Tez's head, could even be a reference to the Ezpitzal, which while looking very different in mesoamerican art still is no doubt connected, given how the key traits are flowing blood and embedding precious stone in [a crown above] the head.

So....do I like this design? No, personally, not really. I'm way too much of an edgelord to settle for such a toned down and subtle design for a figure like Tezcatlipoca.

Do I respect this design? Absolutely, zero question. It's the kind of design you could never get if they didn't at least TRY to research Tezcatlipoca, let alone do so well (at least i can only assume well based on the result). That's the difference between this design and "some white guy from the GAP who likes guns". You can tell they gave a shit, not just in general but specifically in regards to the culture being referenced.

(Oh, and also unlike FGO Tezcatlipoca, I don't need to be told "someone famous drew it" to be able to figure out someone talented drew it. )

[friendlylocalwhumper]

White dulls to a moody dull blue, then erupts into fiery orange. Quinn blinks dazedly up at the sky, watching the sunset. Fingers coated in dust and blood scrape and push weakly at the chunk of concrete atop their chest, pinning them to the pile of rubble.

When Major rolled the shard of building over to them and let it slam onto their chest to pin them, they were already dazed from the beating he gave them. The dizziness hasn't left since. They draw shallow, fluttery breaths, their ribs creaking in protest against the weight. A few are broken, and Quinn has been battered by waves of panic as they've felt one rib or another nearly cave under the pressure, too.

Hours of effort have done nothing to move the rock, and now their trembling fingers barely push anymore. It is only their survival instincts, not logic, keeping their efforts alive.

Crunch. Crunch.

At first they hold their breath and fear that they are hearing, but not feeling, more bones giving way. Like they're finally dying and they've gone numb. But the sound is coming from behind them.

Crunch. Scrape. Crunch.

A shadow crosses over them. A silhouette consumes the sky that's given up its rosy pink for a more suffocating navy blue.

Wide brown eyes blink up at the man who is now crouching down to look at them. He's not covered in dust. His uniform is clean, black tee and cargo pants and probably the high-laced boots with steel hidden at the front.

"I guess work is canceled for today," He says, and whether he feels amused or angry isn't clear yet. He works here, he's - a guard, a torturer? He had coworkers here, dead friends… Quinn keeps wheezing faintly, waiting for more signs of his intentions. 

He kneels beside their head and touches their cheek. Quinn swallows nervously, eyes flicking to the side in an attempt to escape his unfaltering gaze.

"Do you know who did this, warlock?"

They did. Quinn blew up this building, watched it crumble from afar, hesitated to come rescue their friends that were buried in the rubble. They were pinned here after the fact, not during. They shake their head no.

His fingers slide down their cheek to their chin. Their breaths hitch.

"You're near the front door. You made it out. Saw something, hmm?" His forefinger taps under their jaw. Will he strangle them? Quinn squeaks and shakes their head again.

His hand finds a firmer grip on their jaw, slowly turning their head to the side. His other hand crosses their chest to hold onto their shoulder. As their cheek presses against sharp stone and gravel, Quinn draws quicker panicked breaths that stir up a cloud of dust. He's in position to snap their neck, now.

"Shh. I'll put you out of your misery. Since you aren't useful."

From behind gritted teeth comes a strangled whine. "Don't, d-, don't, please…"

The man hums. "You speak! Great. What did you see?"

"I - I…" They're close to hyperventilating, but the grip on their jaw shifts so the side of his thumb can stroke small circles into their cheek, and against their will, Quinn settles down. "I saw my… couple of warlocks running away."

"Mmh." He stops shoving their face down against the gravel, allowing them breathing room and the less immediate threat of a snapped neck. "Good start. You'll tell me everything after I get this off of you."

His hands are gone, suddenly, and the silhouette moves above them. Quinn's eyes flutter shut in a muted flinch. Rubble crunches under his boots, and then the massive chunk of building atop their chest shifts, and Quinn chokes out a wretched half-scream.

"Barely even touched it," The guy mutters, half amused and half judging. Quinn draws a shuddery breath and tries to calm themself, humiliated. 

The concrete chunk rocks once, twice, and then rolls off of them. Through each heave of it Quinn tries and fails to scream. As its weight compresses the side of their ribcage to finally roll off, they suck in a noisy, reedy gasp which cuts off as the pain gets too extreme for breathing to be worth it.

They blink dazedly up at the sky, silent, with a handful of freshly broken ribs that just gave way under that rolling concrete. A mewl, then a broken sob tumbles out of them, and they lie there gasping like a gutted fish dying on dry land.

Nonplussed and moving with slow confidence, the man feels along their chest for the breaks, grunts, and then scoops them up into his arms. The last thing that Quinn sees is the night sky hurtling toward them, and then it goes black.

[ficsforeren]

🐇 anon back in!

im not sure if you’re doing requests dear but it’s my birthday in a few days and i’d love to request an sfw to nsfw eren drabble mmaybe if you have the time! ❤️ no pressure tho!

Ive just been plagued with eren and his stupid manbun and his stupid green eyes peering up at me when i either sit on his face or lap n have him call me bunny ❤️❤️❤️ bday wont as exciting with quarantine sobs so all i have left to excite myself is erens dick 😭😭 thanks honey!!

- 🐇 anon always lookin to get some of ur love

Hey there 🐇 anon! I've said this before but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! You're cute and sweet and just so lovely, I am sending you good vibes all the way from Indonesia. Have a fantastic birthday, bb!

okay so I've never taken any requests before (and I'm not planning to because I'm worried it will take years for me to answer and I’d feel bad about making you wait) so I'm not sure if this is any good but I hope you'll like this!

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Romance

Warnings: cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotected penetrative sex

WC: 2,5k

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)

"Tired?" Your boyfriend, Eren Jaeger, asks the second you plop down on the couch beside him, heaving the loudest sigh you've ever made.

"Yeah, exhausted." You can't hold back your yawn. The clock on your apartment's wall shows that it's already past two in the morning. "Do I really have that many friends?"

The last three guests that came by to your birthday party have just left (finally) and now you're alone, sitting next to your boyfriend who's dressed handsomely in black jeans and a fitted navy blue button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was wearing a matching black blazer before, but took it off so he could cover your shoulders from the cold wind as you walked home from having an early dinner with your parents. Speaking of that, your parents love him. Probably love him more than their own daughter by this point. Eren can play the role of a perfect boyfriend if he wants to—not that he’s usually less than that, it’s just he has his ‘naughty’ moments too, ones that sometimes lead to childish fights. But that’s okay. He only does that so he has an excuse to slam you against the wall and roughly take you from behind.

Eren chuckles at your words, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulls you closer until you're placed on his lap. "Happy birthday, baby," he whispers, a warm breath caressing your neck. You tilt your head to the side, answering him with a chaste kiss before you let him place his chin on your shoulder. "Did you have fun today?" he asks.

"Yeah." Your arms linger above his, idly playing with his lean fingers. "But I don't think I'll do this again next year."

"Yeah?" His lips are drawing designs on the bare skin of your shoulder, as you are now wearing a white cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. "Why not?"

You let him brush your hair to the side, laying your head on his shoulder. Your neck is exposed, giving him access to more of your sensitive skin. "I think I'd prefer to spend my day with you."

Eren hooks a finger around your strap, dragging it to the side. "Just with me?"

“Just with...” The shiver runs down from your spine all the way to your toes when you can feel his tongue pressed flat against the spot where your neck connects to your shoulder. “Y-you...” His hand begins to roam, caressing your stomach before it trails up to your chest. At the sight of you tensing in anticipation, Eren smirks to himself, refraining from cupping your breast just yet. Instead, he drags his hand up to brush his thumb across your lips. “Getting impatient, Sweetheart?"

"You're such a tease." You spin around, settling down on his lap with your thighs trapping his in between. Eren shifts in his seat, allowing you to tangle your legs around his waist, his hand naturally finds its way back to your thigh, pushing up your dress. His mouth is scorching hot against yours, and you can taste a hint of beer and the chocolate birthday cake you shared with him earlier this evening.

"You haven't given me your present yet," you say between soft moans when he maps his way down to your neck, tongue trailing above your throbbing vein.

"You didn't like the necklace I gave you?"

"Eren, I love it." You bring him back to your lips, emphasizing your words with a deep kiss. "But what about your other present?"

"Ah," he coos, and you can feel his smirk forming against your skin. "That present. What do you want me to do to you?"

You bury your fingers in his hair, untying his hair tie so you'll be able to tug on his roots whenever you want. "You already know how to please me."

"But you gotta tell me what you want." You love him when he's being mischievous. You find him to be more irresistible and he knows that too. "I'll do anything for you tonight, baby. Say the word and I'll do it."

You nip on your lower lip, feeling your cheeks burning as you pull away, peering into his beautiful, beautiful green eyes that glow like fireflies in the dimness of the room. "C-can you, uhh..."

His smirk turns even more impish. "Yes, my little bunny?"

"Can you—" Just say it, you can do this! "Can you eat me out, please?"

Your line comes rushing like an unstoppable train, louder than expected and it stuns him. But after blinking twice, Eren melts into laughter. "I would love to."

You expect him to lay you down on the couch, or better yet, carry you to the bedroom. But Eren gently brings you back to your feet, settles himself down on the couch with his head pressed against the cushion. "Come here," he gestures with both hands.

You just stand there, staring with your heart palpitating. "W-what?"

"Come sit on my face."

If your life was a cartoon, you would've had your head blown in millions of pieces. "I—"

"Baby," he calls, displaying an innocent smile that stands in stark contrast to what he's planning on doing. "I've gone down on you so many times. I know what you look like." With a cheeky grin, he adds. "Love how you taste too."

You want to bury your face in your hands. "Oh my God."

"Just come here and get your birthday present already."

You asked for this. Well, not necessarily in this way but you did. With shaky fingers, you reach for the hem of your dress.

"No, keep it on. Just take your panties off." Eren's eyes gleam as he wets his lip. "I want to fuck you in that dress later."

Oh, God... You feel like you're seconds away from combusting into flames. Your knees wobble slightly as you climb up the couch, crawling up his body, and settle down your thighs on each side of his head.

"I'll be gentle," he seductively says, eyes twinkling as his palms slide up your thighs. Pulling up the hem of your dress to your stomach, you keep it there as Eren lowers your body on him.

By the next second, you can feel his mouth pressing hotly against your heat.

"Fuck," you hiss, one hand shooting forward to grab against the armrest, desperate for support. You can feel the vibration of Eren’s little chuckles on you, you can feel the way his tongue is sliding up and down, from your clit to your hole. His fingers caress your slit, spreading you and stretching you as wide as he can until you feel so bare and exposed, even when he’s done this to you before. Now that you’re spread wide apart, he dips his tongue inside. One, twice, thrusting his slick muscle into you as deep as he can and repeats the movement until you lose count.

“Wait—” you gasp, your hand going to his head and he moans at the sensation of you grabbing a handful of his long strands. “I feel—weird—”

Eren doesn’t stop, flicking his tongue over you. By the time his mouth finds your clit, you nearly suffocate him with your legs.

He breathes heavily through his nose, his hands moving to take hold of your thighs and keep them spread apart. He stops to take a breath, his head thrown back. “Felt good?”

You sound as if you just ran thousands of miles when you answer him with, “Felt amazing...”

His smile is cocky and you usually hate boys who sport that kind of smirk but when it’s on him? My God. Honestly, is he even real? It’s been a year since you first dated him and it still feels like you’re dreaming to have him in your life (especially in this position). He teases you a lot, sure, that’s already how he was, even months before you started dating. But he’s surprisingly thoughtful too. And observant, though most of the time he pretends like he doesn’t really care. This necklace he gave you—his beautiful, emerald baguette necklace that matches the color of his eyes, is one of the examples of that. He noticed when you muttered, “So pretty,” under your breath as the two of you strolled past a jewelry store on your way to a coffee shop. He noticed the way your eyes glossed over the necklace, staring longer for a few seconds before you averted your gaze away. It’s too expensive, you thought, but if you had money to spare, you’d buy it in a heartbeat. Eren noticed that.

“Come here,” Eren calls you, effectively snaps you out of your reverie. “I still haven’t had enough of you yet.”

He repeats this thing with his tongue that has your stomach lurch in delight and you can’t help but tighten your grip around his hair. “Move your hips,” he murmurs before he darts out his tongue. Every time you grind yourself against it—tentatively, at first, but the pleasure and the feeling of having this much control over him is so much that you can’t stop yourself from moving faster—you feel like you’re getting closer to the edge. The little moans you produce excite him and he brings his index finger to your heat, teasing around your entrance.

“Oh my God.” You’re going insane, now moving your hips up and down his finger as he slides it in. He adds one more, eyes going half-lidded at the sight of you fucking yourself on his fingers. “Eren, Eren—”

“Yes, baby?” His tongue flicks against your clit again. “Are you close?”

“Fuck, yes—I—”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come, Eren, please—”

But Eren drags his mouth to the side, placing tender, playful kisses on the inner part of your thighs, drawing his fingers out of you to smear your juices on your skin.

You’re whining. You’re literally whining about it and you don’t care how embarrassing you look right now. You were so close, you even felt the knots inside your stomach tightening from the sensation.

“Why—” You choke out. It almost sounds like you’re sobbing. You fall back, sitting on his stomach with quivering legs. “Why did you stop?”

“’Cause I want us to come together.” He sits up, wiping the back of his hand to wipe the rest of you off his face. “Wouldn’t it be more romantic that way?”

You pout. “I hate you.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He raises his fingers, ones that are glistening with your juices. “Want a taste?”

You blush, looking away. “No.”

“More for me then.” He inserts one of his fingers into his mouth, releasing it with an obscene pop before he licks the rest off his digits one by one. “I wish I could describe how you taste,” he says, fingers moving to unbutton his shirt until you can see the toned muscles of his chest and the key-shaped pendant he’s wearing. “Sweet isn’t really enough to describe it. Addicting, more like.”

You can’t handle the shame. “Just shut up and fuck me, Jaeger.”

He chuckles. “Always the impatient one.” But he pushes you down to the couch, standing on his knees as he pushes your dress to your navel. “Well, gotta satisfy my queen tonight, don’t I?”

You gulp, letting him push your legs forward until your body is nearly split in half. He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down just enough to release himself from his briefs. “Wait, the condom—”

“I wanna do it without,” Eren cuts you off, already rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit. “That’s okay, right, baby?”

It’s a bad idea, probably. You’ve never done it with him without protection before. “Promise to pull out?”

He smirks, spitting to his palm to lubricate his length. “I’ll try my best.”

Eren is so... alluringly sexy. If he told you that he was actually an incubus instead of a nineteen-year-old college student who slouches in his seat during lectures, you’d buy it without a doubt. “Just do it.”

It feels different without the rubber. When he pushes his tip inside, his eyes drooping as he watches you take him in inch by inch, it feels like you’re more connected to him than usual. Seems like he’s feeling it too because all the smirks and grins he has on his face before have vanished almost instantly. “Fucking hell,” he breathes out. “Remind me again why we haven’t done this before? You feel so fucking good.”

It’s him who’s losing his mind now, already picking up the pace before he waits for you to adjust. “Sorry,” he pants, hugging one of your thighs to his chest as he sits on his heels, your leg dangling over his shoulder. “It feels so good, I can’t wait.”

“It’s—” The friction still burns but it’s not something you can’t take. The expression he has on his face is worth every bit of the pain you’re feeling. “It’s all right.”

“Yeah? Well then,” Without warning, he pulls away only to flip you to your stomach, raising your ass in the air, and slides right back in with so much force, your arms nearly give up from supporting your weight. “I’ll go harder.”

Harder than this? You think, and he does. Even when he already knocked the breath out of your lungs before, that’s still nothing compared to how he’s moving right now.

Your hands are gripping around the edge of the seat, your pants and moans turn louder but muffled by the cushion. Eren’s laughter sounds a bit dark when he confesses, “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all day. This dress you’re wearing—you look so innocent in it. Oh shit,” he throws his head back, hips stuttering at the sensation of you clenching your walls around him. “It makes me want to ruin you.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Eren, I’m close—”

“Me too—ah,” his bangs are falling over his eyes as he leans down to plant kisses along your spine, his hand sliding down to squeeze your breast and another one finding your clit. “I love you,” he breathlessly says, lips brushing your nape. “I love you—all of you—” His thrust turns deep. “You’re so fucking beautiful—”

His words did the final push and you’re falling over the edge, orgasm washes over you in a way that you’ve never experienced before. Eren groans lowly, pressing his chest to your spine as he says in your ear, “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me, darling?”

“I’m sorry—” You choke out a sob as he tries his best to finish himself off, frantic hips swaying back and forth so erratically you end up lying flat on the couch, teeth gritting against each other to contain your voice.

Keeping his promise, Eren pulls away just a few seconds before he breaks apart. He pumps himself with his right hand and spills himself on your back, sliding his cock along the crease of your ass as he rides out his orgasm.

“Fuck,” he drawls out the word, falling on top of you. Placing lazy wet kisses on the spot between your shoulder blades, he softly asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you mumble out, so spent and tired and satisfied beyond belief.

“Completely fucked out?”

“Yeah.” He laughs at your honesty. “Excuse me, Sir, you’re kinda heavy.”

“I know.” He titters but he doesn’t move and it’s okay. His warmth feels comforting even if you’re a bit crushed by his weight. “Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I give this birthday present to you every day?”

As amazing as that would be, “I’m not sure my body can hold it.”

He smirks, whispering into your ear. “With more practice, I’m sure it can.”

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[kaepop-trash]

yuta and "polka dots" please !!

Strangers to lovers trope, pining

Summary: Everyday you got on the same train car, looking at the stranger who took your umbrella on a day you left it on your seat by accident. You know it was him because he carried it with him everyday, an unmistakable smirk lighting his face up the moment you got on the train for your daily commute. One day, you swore that you'd build up the courage to confront the thief. If he wasn't so intimidatingly handsome, you probably would have done it by now.

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It was a long day and she was honestly just glad it was over. The walk to the station felt longer than usual and each step seemed to add an extra dead weight. By the time she got on the train, the music playing through her earphones was all she had to keep her awake long enough to get home.

The tap on her shoulder was unexpected, what was more unexpected was realising that she had somehow managed to fall asleep anyway. She pulled her earphones out, looking up to come face to face with the most dazzling smile she'd ever seen.

Far too bright to be directed at her at the end of a Tuesday.

"Your station is almost here." The thief told her, "I thought I'd wake you up before you missed your stop." He smiled, a familiar glint settling into his eyes soon after. He looked down at she followed his gaze, caught in the stare of the man who didn't look as intimidating with such a genuine smile on his face.

In his hand sat the umbrella that once belonged to her, navy blue with white polka dots.

"I'd thought I would give you this since it started raining while you were asleep." He scoffed, the smirk she was used to seeing on his lips returning.

"Give it back, you mean." She looked back, finally gathering the nerves she'd been searching for months.

"Whatever you want to call it." He brushed it off effortlessly.

"Won't you get wet?" She asked, brows knitting when she realised.

"I guess." He shrugged. She chewed on her bottom lip like the predicament was one to ponder on and the guy laughed.

"You're so sweet. I don't mind a little rain. Just take it." He nudged the umbrella forward but she still made no attempt to take it.

"Or," He grinned a little wider as she looked back up to him. "Come have dinner with me while we wait for the rain to stop? I'll even let you take the umbrella home if you do." He watched her with a hopeful gaze that made him look almost tentative for a moment.

"I don't eat with strangers."

He smiled at that answer, "Very smart of you." He nodded, "I'm Yuta. You can tell me your name whenever you feel comfortable, I don't mind eating with this stranger." He pointed his chin at her, grinning.

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Give me a made up title and an NCT member and I'll tell you what type of fic I'd write for it+ a summary and a dialogue.

[camels-pen]

More Danny as vlads son it’s so good I’m crying - like I love the little italicized vignettes do you have any more

😳😳

I'm glad you like it <3

And I don't really have much more written down yet, but just for you, anon, here's something new

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"Princess? Princess!" Danny yelled as he walked down the hall, literally poking his head through every door to look for the elusive cat. "You can't hide forever, you may as well give up now and accept your fate!"

Vlad was torn. He was thrilled that Danny was imitating some of his speaking habits since a few of the parenting books he read mentioned it being a sign of admiration. At the same time, he was exasperated that this was the only thing he seemed to imitate.

What Vlad wouldn't give for Danny to own at least one bow tie. Oh he'd look absolutely adorable. And they could match! And maybe he could make one with blob ghost prints. That seemed like something Danny would appreciate. Pair it with a navy blue vest or blazer and—

"-ad! Dad!"

Vlad blinked and lowered his gaze to the teenager looking at him with an annoyed look. A small feeling of fear flared in his chest, but he kept himself relaxed. "Sorry about that. What were you saying?"

"I said I can't get Princess out from under the couch without freaking her out. You get her and I'll start the bath."

Vlad raised an eyebrow. "All you're going to do is turn on the tap and get out the soaps, aren't you?"

"Don't forget I'm going to laugh while you get drenched washing her," Danny said with a smile.

"Then perhaps it's time I taught you how to wash her so I can flip the tables."

Danny's eyes practically bugged out of his head. "But she's your baby! You never let me bathe her!"

"Well, you are a reliable fourteen year old and a fantastic town hero, so I think she'll be in good hands." Danny looked away briefly, a small blush colouring his cheeks. "Though I'd suggest getting clothes you're more comfortable with getting wet than your favourite shirt."

Danny scoffed. "I'm her favourite. She'll probably be thrilled I'm washing her. Heck, she'll probably try and cuddle with me the whole time."

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Princess was wrapped up in a soft white towel and cradled to Vlad's chest. The man himself was struggling to suppress a smile at his son's predicament.

Danny held out his arms, looking almost completely drenched from head to toe and spots of specialty cat shampoo dotted across his face and hair. "Well, that's never happening again."

"Unfortunately, she needs to be bathed once a month."

"Y'know, I've decided I'm a dog person, actually."

"How about for a raise in your allow—"

"Deal."

Vlad chuckled. "Alright alright. It's settled then." Danny pumped a fist. "But please try not to spend it all on fast food. I can make meals much better than the garbage served at the-"—he wrinkled his nose— "Nasty Burger."

Danny laughed. "No promises." He grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. "I'm gonna go change, but speaking of food, can we get take out for dinner?" He asked as he walked out the door with Vlad following him.

"Normally, I would say no, but considering you survived your first bath with Princess without any scratches, I think I can make an exception."

"So, can we get—"

"But no fried foods." Danny groaned.

[ariddletobesolved]

Days We Spend Under the Sun

Written for @helsa-summer-event uwu

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Romance, Family, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Whump

Rating: T

Summary: Summer is not her favourite season, but a certain Admiral from the neighbouring kingdom is going to change that.

Sorry, it took a while. And sorry if this one isn't as good (burnout slowly creeps in, but this event will last the entire month, yay!). External links are in the notes. I hope you enjoy it! More fluff coming soon.

Prompt 6: Lettin Off Steam

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Chapter Eight

There are ways to let off some steam, and a snowball fight in the middle of summer is one of them, at least that's what Olaf said.

After breakfast, the snowman suggested the idea with glee, almost instantly backed by Hans and Kristoff. Whether it was the Admiral's way to make amends with the snowman or it was just his mischievous nature, Elsa didn't know. Next thing she knew, the trio managed to convince her—Anna had a meeting with the council that morning, so Elsa couldn't really escape.

The castle garden had become a winter wonderland in the middle of summer. The four of them were split into two groups—Elsa and Kristoff, Olaf and Hans. In mere half an hour, their laughter echoed in the open space, not caring if any of the staff glanced at them. No foreign dignitaries were present, and the council members were at a meeting with the queen. But what they had forgotten was the fact that the balcony of the meeting room was facing the garden.

"Kristoff, you aim for Olaf!" Elsa told the Prince Consort, as they hid behind an ice barrier. It was the deciding round. "I'll aim for Hans."

"Okay." Kristoff nodded, before throwing a snowball at the snowman, who couldn't even hide his bum behind the snow barrier Hans had built.

"Oh, no! I'm dead." Olaf gasped dramatically, before falling onto his back. "You're all alone, Hans."

"What? No! Come on, Olaf!" 

Hans reached out for his twig hand, only to have it detached from the snowman. He was too busy frowning that he didn't realise a giant snowball came flying at him. Olaf, who noticed it, let out a dramatic scream, eyes widened while pointing his other twig hand at the incoming attack. The Admiral thought that he was being his dramatic self—maybe he had rubbed himself off on the snowman, he didn't know—and when he turned, it was too late.

Buried under the snow, Hans couldn't help but remember the similar experience from years ago, only this time, he didn't fall straight into a pile of horse manure. He tried to move, despite the biting cold over his cotton shirt and waistcoat. He heard familiar chuckles, followed by coos. Who is she laughing at?

"Oh, hello, little guy!" It was Olaf, voice soft and child-like, as if he was addressing a newborn baby. "New brothers and sisters!"

Curious, the Admiral used all his strength to move the snow off him, before he felt something moving. He quickly got up and brushed the remaining snow, which had stained his dark purple waistcoat and white shirt. A small creature ran between his feet, followed by an excited Olaf, which of course was sensible enough to not mirror what the living snowball just did. His green eyes followed the creature he recognised as a snowgie—wait, there were more. 

"We won!" Elsa did a high five with Kristoff, before turning to the confused Admiral. Smiling, she came approaching, then wrapping her arms around his torso. "How—" But before he could continue, Elsa replied, "They came out from the giant snowball, I guess I was too excited I accidentally made some."

Turns out, excitement could also create lives—or living snowballs. So much for saying that snowball fights are for children. Shaking his head, Hans wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him. He pressed his lips on her hairline, and she slightly leaned back with her hand resting on his chest. The couple stayed like that, as they watched Olaf and Kristoff trying so hard to keep those seven newly created snowgies from climbing up the balcony. 

"Should we help them?" Hans murmured.

"You go first, and I'll watch." She teased.

The former Prince spun her around, so she was facing him. "Would there be any reward, Your Highness?" An eyebrow arched.

Elsa winked, then poking the tip of his nose with her finger. “I’ll figure something out.”

Laughter rang in Anna's ear as she tried to focus on Lord Andersen's suggestion about a new regulation for some tenants in Arendelle Plaza. Yes, her gaze might be focused on the older man, but her mind was elsewhere. She wanted to join them so badly, yet her duty as a Queen of Arendelle refrained her from that. Is this what Elsa felt back then? Ugh, this is horrible! Then again, she needed to wait patiently. Just one meeting, then she would be off.

When the laughter died down, a brief silence came. Anna smiled in contentment, knowing finally she could focus. She gave a nod of approval for the new regulation, which could possibly enhance the tenants' wellbeing.

The meeting proceeded, and the queen's attention was on the last topic they should discuss: a slight change in the Arendellian Navy. Anna smiled, gladly doing a favour for her sister's happiness. It began from her own idea, and she told Hans about it. She couldn't believe she was suggesting it in the first place, but she would do anything to keep Elsa happy, as happy as Anna often saw her whenever the Admiral was around.

"Alright, so it's settled, isn't it, Captain?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Captain Larsson nodded.

"Very well, then. Meeting adjourned."

Anna rubbed her palms in relief. She had done her part, and she couldn't wait until the following week. Nodding at a few councilmen, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar creature smiling at her from the window. A snowgie? She thought. Why would there be any—oh, is Elsa alright? The queen began to think of the worst. The last time those snow babies roaming around insinuating chaos was when Elsa got fever. Without waiting for the rest of the councilmen to pile out of the meeting room, Anna made an exit, flashing an apologetic smile on her way out.

"Your Majesty!" She heard Freya, Jensen's nanny, calling. "Queen Anna!"

Anna turned around to see the nanny curtseyed briefly, before walking closer.

"Is everything alright, Freya?"

"The prince is awake and refuses to go back to sleep, Your Majesty."

An idea popped in her head. With a smile, she followed Freya towards the nursery.

"Help me prepare the prince with light clothing, if you don't mind." Anna beamed. "We're heading out."

Anna ignored the surprised look Freya gave her. Even after she became the queen, the habit of asking if any of the staff could help her stayed with her.

"Of course I don't mind, Ma'am." Freya smiled.

Moments later, Prince Jensen was all dressed up in his white onesie with some lacy details on the torso to hide the buttons. He was now a big baby, attached to his mother's hip, while babbling. The energy radiating from him was enough to show that she was mama's boy. When the mother and son stepped into the garden to join the others, Jensen let out a squeal in delight, but not with the queen.

The grass was covered with snow, and so were the bushes. Two grown men were running after a few snowgies, each in a different direction. They got help from a talking snowman, who looked rather pleased than distressed.

"Papa!" Jensen squealed, reaching out one hand towards the Prince Consort, who was too busy to notice.

Anna took a deep breath, realising that it was more chaotic than she'd imagined. Normally, she would want to join them in snowgie chasing, but now that she was the one wearing a crown—figuratively and literally, she had an image to keep up. Her turquoise eyes scanned the surrounding, until she caught the sight of her sister, smiling at the shenanigan as she found a shelter in the pavilion. 

"Elsa!"

At the familiar voice, Elsa turned to see Anna coming approaching, while carrying Jensen. Her blue eyes were glinting with joy at the sight of her nephew—her little prince.

"Anna!" She said, before leaning in to kiss the prince's reddish cheek. "Hello, my Prince. You're finally awake, huh?"

Jensen stared at his aunt with glee. His hand went to grab a few strands of blonde hair, as he gave a little tug. Aunt Elsa had always been his favourite person, aside from Mama and Papa, obviously. Elsa gave a little yelp, but she didn't mind at all.

"Elsa, are you okay?" Anna asked, worrily put the back of her hand on her sister's forehead. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"I'm fine, Anna." Her mauve lips curved into a smile, and instantly, Anna withdrew her hand. "I was just excited, I accidentally created some snowgies."

"Thank goodness!" Anna breathed in relief. Her attention was now back at the chaos. Kristoff managed to gather two in his arms, but from the look on his face, he was determined to catch more. The queen surely enjoyed the sight, especially with him not knowing that the meeting had ended. She knew the Prince Consort meant well. "Shall we go and help them?"

"Nah, just wait for a little while." Elsa smirked mischievously, then brushing some invisible dust off her lilac skirt. That morning, Hans surprised her with a lilac dress, quite similar to the one she had when she was queen. When and how he got it, she didn't know.

"Nice dress, Elsa." Anna smiled knowingly. "I'm glad you like it."

Elsa's eyes widened in surprise. "Do you happen to know anything, Anna?"

"Probably," Anna half shrugged, "or not."

But before Elsa could respond, she heard the familiar distressed call. "Kaere, a little help please?"

Shaking her head, the former queen flashed her sister a smile. "Well, it seems like we have no choice but to help them." From her spot, she waved her hands and the snow vanished into thin air. A few snowgies that were formerly hiding in the snow, were now circling around Hans' feet.

"Come on, then!" Anna beamed. She showered the little prince with kisses, before she took off. "Let's go to Papa!" The gesture was enough to make Jensen giggle.

Her sister's glee was contagious, Elsa knew that, and it seemed like her own nephew inherited that trait from Anna. Elsa waited for another second, before stepping out under the sun. She blinked a few times, becoming more aware of the sudden change of temperature, and her eyes felt like burning. She shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing more than her tiredness that began to kick in. It's probably the heat.

Either way, Elsa needed not to worry about it, for she was surrounded by her family and they had some bonding activities to do.

[that-taters-my-tots]

Uncut Books Lead To Reading Dates Don't You Know

Nick and Gatsby sat at the small table in Nick's little kitchen reading over separate parts in the same newspaper. While Nick looked over the stock sales, Gatsby read the weather report and the headlining news. Sunlight streamed in through the windows and the smell of coffee and buttered toast filled the room. The only noise was the occasional rustling of newsprint.

The couple did this often, every Sunday to be exact. Gatsby would send a servant to get the first copy of the Sunday paper and then he would immediately go across the lawn to Nick's house where they would read it together. It was one of their little habits that the both of them enjoyed immensely. It made them feel like a real couple, because inside either of their houses, that's what they were.

Nick yawned into his hand and then folded up his piece of the paper and laid it on the table. He grabbed his cup of coffee and took a slow sip, “You know, Jay, something has been bothering me for a while.”

Gatsby looked over the top of his section of the paper, he marked his spot with his thumb and then folded it in his lap. “What's that, old sport?”

Nick paused for a moment, “Well, the first time I ever went to one of your parties, I found myself in your library and I've been wondering why you haven't read any of your books.” He could remember clearly the eventful night that party was and the little, drunken owl-eyed man raving about all the books being uncut. “Why have all those books and not read them?”

A faint, embarrassed flush crept into Gatsby's cheeks and he smoothed back his hair which was a nervous habit of his. He remembered a bespectacled man who showed up to his parties already drunk, and always commented on his library in not-so-subtle ways that lead Jay to believe that he gave the books a thorough looking at. It never bothered him that that little man knew that his books was real, but he had never suspected that anyone else had taken the time to notice, let alone Nick. “Ah well- playing the part I suppose. What's the use of a library without any books? Even if I don't take the time to read any of them, it doesn't mean I don't enjoy the thought of having the time to sit down and read one someday.”

Nick gave a nod over his cup, he knew that Gatsby probably had the enough time on his hands to read a hundred books but he didn't say anything about it. They hadn't been together long and Nick was still working his best to chip through Jay's facade and to get to know the real him underneath all the glitz and glamour. “My cousin,” They had stopped saying Daisy's name once they had officially gotten together. “She has a library too, though every single book is just a phone book with a fake cover painted on. I was actually a bit disappointed when she shoved me.”

Gatsby perked up at that last part, “Well,” He started, giving a small shrug. “My library is open to you at anytime.. I'd even be glad to read with you. There's this small nook hidden behind the list shelf with a fireplace and a sofa big enough for us both... Perfectly hidden away.”

Nick flashed a small smile and felt a heat rise in his cheeks. “I'd enjoy that a lot, Jay. Maybe we could go over later this morning?”

“Later? Why, we can go now.”

And so it was settled. The two men finished their remaining coffee and last bites of toast before they set off across the lawn to Gatsby's house.

Even though it was just across the way and that Jay was his boyfriend, Nick couldn't help but feeling undressed besides him. Nick wore a simple white button up and slacks, while Jay wore a fine golden coloured suit.

When they entered through the back door the first thing that Nick noticed was the scent of oranges, on days when there wasn't a party happening for hours on end, the large manner seemed to always smell like oranges. Nick didn't mind though, will all the time he had spent in the house, the smell of oranges had become wonderfully familiar and even somewhat comforting.

They house felt empty as they walked up a grand staircase to the floor that housed the library, the sound of their shoes tapping and the quiet chatter of their voices seemed to echo loudly around them. When they came before the large doors of the library, Jay held one open for Nick with a gentle smirk on his lips. “After you, old sport.”

Nick rolled his eyes and chuckled as he walked in first, when Gatsby entered and the door shut behind them he took a hold of his hand. “What do you feel like reading?” He asked not looking at Jay, but instead at all the towering shelves packed neatly with books around them.

Jay smiled as he watched Nick admire the room, his thumb slowly grazing the back of his hand. “I don't know, I think I might just pick something at random. Let fate pick for me.” He leaned in and placed a quick kiss to Nick's cheek. “Let me show you to the back then,” He said and started walking through the rows of books, zigging and zagging.

It occurred to Nick that the library was actually some type of twisted, literature labyrinth and that without Jay's guidance he probably would’ve been lost between the stacks. “Fate huh?” He murmured, he never really believed in such a thing. “I think I'll do that too.”

They when they arrived at the little nook, as Jay called it, Nick noticed that it looked like the place was completely unused. A plush, navy sofa with dark clawed feet was pushed up against the wall by an empty stone fire place, and there was a dark wooden table that was clear all except for two ivory handled letter openers.

“Do you even use half of the things you have in this house of yours?” Nick asked with a disbelieving smile.

“I don't even use a forth of my things, Nick, let alone half.” Gatsby shook his head.

“You're sure something, you know that?”

“So you've told me,” Jay grinned, he pulled Nick closer towards him. “But, ah, remember, you're with this ‘something’. ”

“I can't deny that,” Nick laughed and kissed Gatsby.

Jay smiled against the kiss, “I thought you wanted to read?” He asked once they pulled away.

“There's a lot of things I want to do in this world.. old sport, you included.”

Gatsby loved Nick, he really did. When he thought about how much that man made his heart soar and his face hurt from smiling he could never figure out what made him fall for Daisy, a woman who had neither have of Nick's personality nor his charm. “We can get to that later,” He raised Nick's hand in his own and kissed his knuckle. “But for now- we're reading.”

Nick nodded with a smile, then the two of them separated into the stacks to find a book.

Gatsby was the first one back to the little nook, he had walked down three rows of books, then finally at the start of the third he closed his eyes and picked one at random. The one he came back with was a small paperback with a powder blue cover. It bore no title, just a name: Hopkins. He sat down on the sofa and grabbed up one of the letter openers to cut the first page. A single flower filled the first page.

By the time Nick returned with his own book, Gatsby was a quarter of the way through his own. He perked up when Nick sat besides him, “What did you find then?”

Then held up a leather bound book, “It's called Revolutionary Sparks. What about you?” The sofa was small, both men sitting snugly next to each other, their knees and elbows touching.

“If mine has a title, I've yet to find it, bit it's a book of poems by someone named Hopkins. I've never been much for poetry but it's rather good.”

Nick peeked over Jay's shoulder to get a look at the book he was reading, “You never struck me as a poetry type of guy.”

“I never knew I enjoyed it, I always thought I hated it because Robert Frost’s work nearly always bored me to death.”

Nick snorted and picked up a letter opener from the table, “I love you, Jay, even if you are something.”

Gatsby grinned, “And I love you, Nick, even though you tease me horribly.”

[chxseungyoun]

Chen Linong ♡ 》 Ataraxy

Pairing: Condemned! Soulmates Linong x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Angst, Romance, Possible triggers.

Please don't be upset with the mature way Linong will be depicted in this imagine because this all came to me in my dream. I was thinking of substituting an older member but then decided to keep it how it originally was because Linong deserves angsty stories too. Sorry.

You were never happy with your soulmate.

It was almost like a curse that went back way deep into the roots of China's history.

What kind of curse is it?

Well, you two are cursed to be together for 2000 lifetimes.

Meaning, you two will be together as long as 2000 births and deaths.

You were bethroted to him in every single life and you could not bear that.

So you two often killed one another, at least one of you lived happily away from the other.

The enchantress who watched over both of you had often showed displeasure for why you two can never get along as well.

You would also remember one another in the next life and the frustration about how you died would keep on increasing.

It was now 2018 and the times have changed.

You two were getting too sick of killing one another so you just stayed away from each other.

"Let's just have a truce for now."

"Yeah, let's just stay away each other's paths."

It was going well.

With that, you both tried to be nice to one another.

Cooking meals for two people.

Doing laundry for one another.

Truth is, it felt good to both of you.

You felt like you were learning about each other.

It actually made both of you realize that maybe being married to one another wasn't so bad after all.

But you still tried to stay away from one another.

Your parents of this life told you that you both were to attend a party together.

Both your parents were business people and you would often attend with them to this fancy events but this was the first time where you two were introduced as an engaged...pair.

You hated these events as much as Linong. It was filled with superficial peopoe who just wanted connections to bring up their already dying businesses.

"I'm going to get a drink." Linong told his parents before vanishing away from your side.

You were left alone to explore and you came across an extremely charming man who introduced himself as Lin Yanjun.

He was the son of the Lin AI which was one of the most innovative companies in Asia.

A lot of ladies wanted to marry him but he was not the settling kind.

"I heard you were marrying the Chens' kid. Must be unfortunate to be with such a loser." He said as he took a sip from his martini.

From far away, Linong was watching you.

He strangely felt mad seeing Yanjun hit on you that he failed to notice how hard he was clenching onto his wine glass.

"He isn't that bad, really." You told him as you recalled the little things that he did for you.

"Wouldn't it be better if you were engaged to me, darling? I can make you a lot happier than he could."

You were disgusted by this and was about to retort back but then you felt a strong grip on your wrist.

You winced a bit and looked to whomever that person was.

Linong....and a very mad one at that.

"I would appreciate if you wouldn't steal my wife."

"She isn't even your wife yet."

"She has been for as long as I can recall." Linong spat and you knew it had a double meaning to it.

Linong had to explain that you two were heading home first to your parents.

And as you two were in the car, bound to your shared house...

Linong kept quiet.

There was an unnatural coldness to him.

When the driver left and you got inside, you were surprised to be faced with an angry looking Linong.

"When we said we would stay of each other's parts, I didn't mean you can go around and flirt with other men."

You were offended.

If he only knew how you wanted to defend him.

Instead, it was replaced by annoyance.

"How dare you? I wasn't flirting with him!"

"You were oggling over him!"

"I wasn't!"

You found yourself suddenly trapped against the wall and Linong's frame.

"Stop lying to me." He slammed his hand against the wall which made you flinch.

"What? Are you going to hurt me again? Are we going back to killing one another?" You started questioning him.

"Just tell me the truth that you like him, damn it!" He leaned closer to glare at you and you glared back.

"I am! I don't like him, you idi--"

Your eyes widened as you were cut off by Linong's rough kiss.

In contrast to his soft lips, the kiss was desperate but it was also confused.

You did not know why you didn't push back nor why you started to kiss back.

He did not know why either but he felt so mad seeing you with Yanjun.

He felt jealous.

And he had never felt that way before.

The next day, you two woke up in his room.

It had probably been the first time you had shared a room in your 1560 years of reincarnation.

You were snuggled up in his arms and his chin was resting on top of your head.

You could smell the faint scent of his cologne from the white polo he had worn last night.

Your navy blue dress had already been crinkled from all the kissing and hugging you two had done.

He was the first to woke up.

He was a bit surprised to see you sleeping next to him but then remembered what happened last night.

He had cupped one of your cheeks and gently stroked it with his thumb.

Had you always been this beautiful? He only noticed how you were so by being this close.

Was he in love you? He was certain he was.

All those years made it impossible not to see sides of you that may have got him interested.

When you woke up, your cheeks instantly went red when you noticed how he was staring at you.

You were about to pull away but he only tightened his embrace around your waist.

"Don't."

"But..our deal.."

"Let's set a new deal..." he mumbled as he continued circling his thumb against your cheek.

"What deal...?" You tried to look away from him but he kept turning your head back at him.

"How about we...get married for real this time? Let's live happily."

"But..."

"No buts...I am already in love with you anyway and if I have to...I'll make you fall in love with me too."

There was silence.

A comfortable one at that.

"You don't have to...maybe I feel the same way for you too."

And that was the first time you two had smiled blissfully at one another.

Far away, the enchantress smiled softly.

"You two were so close to breaking the curse but now you two chose to be together forever." She waved her hands and golden dusts spread over the roof of your house.

"May you two be blessed with more happy memories and soon children to call your own."

And it only took six years for those little blessings to come your way.