#im keeping at it. i Am™

[lordsardine]

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[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live | 1x04 - What We

[sashthesloth]

Finished veilguard, I finally will go on the tag as a treat because those last 4 hours put me through so much....

[louroth]

Hello hello everybody! It is time for another months progress, and I am so excited to share with you, all the things I have gotten my grimy little gremlin hands on. First off, what we are all here for; writing. I have been on fire, to be honest! Last month I churned through the last of the first batch of erotica stories (there's 6 (!!!) of them on my patreon already) and set them up for publishing along with two more unseen ones- I'm still going over the logistics of where to publish for the best revenue (I know this sounds boring, but I have to make an income somehow, and hopefully find another audience as a smut writer on other platforms 💀 I love writing it so why not!), and I am making headway, learning the ins and outs of self publishing. On patreon, there are also two Q&A's that are written in a bit more fictional manner, in character: a more fun way than just writing answers straight up and down. I have enjoyed those so much! There's a bunch of other stuff I haven't even mentioned- honestly, I have to say, I'm really proud of my output on Patreon even though I have been really anxious about writing full time. It's going great! I have to thank my new friends and support-network on discord; you make this all worth it. I cannot express how fun it is to shoot the shit with you in vc, gaming together, or seeing your shenanigans in gen or your in depth theories (thanks for the brainworms!) or memes or staring longingly at the fanfic channel or drooling over your art (ouro related or not) or... Gah. You are just amazing people, and I will waste no opportunity in saying so. Thank you forever and ever and ever an-

When it comes to OUROBOROS, I am happy to announce that the next chapter is damn near done! I was halted because of the discovery that dashingdon is no longer supported by it's creator, and have been working on the twine version ever since, earlier than I expected- it's tough work, but I am so excited to make this an actual game made entirely by myself, and not submitting to a company that quite frankly leaves a bitter aftertaste. It is taking long to make because I want to make it mobile compatible from the start, which there isn't a lot of resources for. But I'm doing my best! The plan is that I will be posting the next chapter for Patreons in the coming month, and then treat you to a full twine release here on tumblr. I haven't made any rewrites when porting the twine build, but I would like to do that too... so we will see; this plan is not set in stone. I will just have to see how it evolves over the next month. Yes, beta-readers is still on the schedule, just holding off a little while while I wrap my head around this new coding landscape.

Other than that, I have been working on the set aesthetic for ouro, which has been really hard, a lot harder than I expected. You all know I am no wizard when it comes to graphic design, but I want to at least develop a set palette and imagery and portraits that is cohesive to the story. The work is ongoing, and I don't have much to say about it- even though it is taking a lot of my brain power. I'm hoping I can come to some kind of set and in depth conclusion that I am happy with before the twine release, because I want the game to feel like a treat to open up and play; a world to get lost in.

That's it! If you want to see weekly and more in depth dev-logs, you know where to go. I hope you have an amazing day or night, and we will see each other soon. xx

[jaarijani]

that being said, it's really been a blast hanging out with you all in the tag at finnish midnight every night for the past 24 days to scream about ass and pötsi and horrible christmas decorations and silly skits 💚

I loved drawing my silly of doodles when I did and I'm glad you've all been enjoying them as well, what an absolutely insane month 😌💚

[evanspam]

Hi friend I like talking to. And also only friend involved in fandom spaces. Plz don't hate me for the ships I like. Plz don't hate me for the fics I read. Plz don't hate me for the fandoms I'm in. Thanks so much

[mamawasatesttube]

if i manage to update the halloween fic before i have to get on the airplane tomorrow everyone has to clap and cheer and leave comments on it and be SO niceys to me about it okay 🥺👉👈

[teenagefeeling]

https://www.jstor.org/stable/1229039

anyone read this one? kind of a banger tbh

[forehead451]

stream of consciousness type deal.

[out--of--ordinary]

I know I'm just human and I'm allowed to make mistakes but ughhh how do you overcome the awful feeling when you fuck something up at work despite being there for a long time

[voidimp]

anyway. circling back to yesterday bc i was tired. if you genuinely are seeing posts from ppl saying they hate aaaaall those things. like. unfollow them? block them?? follow people that actually like the things you like??? like yeah. theres definitely people that do hate all those things. some of them maybe for genuinely just preferential reasons but a lot definitely out of prejudice. but like. heres the thing. your ten posts making generalizations about the whole damn site based off of those comparatively few people are not gonna reach them, man. they dont care. they are plugging their ears & the only people that hear you yelling are the people that already fucking agree with you. just. stop wasting your time trying to change people that dont want to change!! talk about the things you enjoy with other people who actually enjoy them!! & if you want to get other people into something youre into, look for people who are genuinely open to the concept & seeking recommendations!!! they are out there i promise!!!!!

[detective4blog]

I was nervous about class so my brain latched onto fucking Attack on Titan characters to provide a comfort and yeah it worked but now I'm rotating that stupid anime in my fucking head and am taking in just as much information about this goddamn fuckin thing as I am math and that pisses me off

[lifemod17]

no I didn't know this, hello??

brb while i go cry in the corner

so I had Hozier's debut album on my vinyl wishlist and there was a sale and it just came today and. Like. @lifemod17 you of all people already probably know but

There's a sunset inside.

[rosierin]

away with the faeries | atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis; atsumu catches (y/n) reading 'a court of mist and fury' and accidentally sparks a debate about which court everyone would belong to.

a/n; im aware this is niche af but my friend's recently gotten me into acotar and im kinda hooked

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

It started as a quiet afternoon.

The sun poured through the windows in soft, golden beams. The scent of green tea lingered in the air. Somewhere in the kitchen, Osamu was chopping vegetables for tonight's dinner. A distant playlist murmured low, mellow notes.

(Y/n) was curled up on the couch like a cat in a sunspot—blanket over her legs, mug balanced on the side table, lost somewhere between the pages of A Court of Mist and Fury.

She turned each page with bated breath, heart thudding at every stolen glance and sultry line. Her eyes darted across the text like it was oxygen—lips parted, almost grinning, shoulders creeping higher with every rising beat of tension. A soft, involuntary squeak left her mouth. Then another.

She was... excuse the pun, away with the faeries.

All was peaceful until a certain Miya brother entered the room.

“Whatcha readin’?” he asked, leaning over the back of the couch with all the grace of a Labrador.

(Y/n) flinched—actually flinched—and immediately clutched the book to her chest like it held state secrets. The grin was wiped off her face.

“Nothing.”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes. “Sure doesn’t seem like nothin’.”

“It’s just a fantasy book.”

Osamu looked up from the kitchen counter. Rolled his eyes at his twin's antics. “Tsumu, leave her alone.”

“Why?” he said, circling the couch like a vulture. “She’s bein’ real weird about it.”

“I am not being weird,” (y/n) insisted, now wedging the book under her arm like it might magically escape her. “It’s just a fantasy book. Shoo.” She waved him off with frantic little hand flaps.

That’s when Suna entered. Silent. Calculating. Dangerous.

Another predator.

If Atsumu was a vulture, circling for sport, then Suna was something worse—something patient. A fox, maybe. Or a coyote. The kind that waited for the perfect moment to strike.

He glanced at the scene—Atsumu poking, (y/n) guarding, Osamu pretending to be above it all—and made his move.

Before anyone could react, he yoinked the book right out from under her.

“Hey—!”

He read the title aloud, slow and deliberate. “A Court of Mist and… oh. Oh.”

His brows shot up. “I’ve heard of this one.”

Atsumu squinted. “Wait—is that the one with the sexy faerie men? The smutty one?”

(Y/n) turned red. Terribly, terribly red.

“No! Well—Yes... But it's not just smut—it’s plot-heavy—!”

Osamu snorted.

Atsumu’s mouth dropped open. “Yer readin' faerie smut? In our front room?!"

Suna flipped to a random page. His eyebrows raised higher. “Damn. Page 416 is crazy.”

“STOP!”

(Y/n) shrieked, scrambling for her book as Suna tossed it back onto the sofa like he was done feasting.

She turned to face the wall, clutching it to her chest in shame.

“Leave me alone,” she huffed, holding back a pout. “I just wanted something with magic and kissing and maybe a little wing action—”

Atsumu almost keeled over, cackling. "WING ACTION?!"

Suna sauntered over with a wicked grin before plopping on the armchair beside her. “So, who’s your fave? The broody one or the really broody one?”

“None of your business,” she mumbled.

“I bet it’s Rhysand, or whatever his name is,” he said with a snicker.

Atsumu nodded sagely. “Oh, one-hundred percent.”

(Y/n)'s blush deepened—if that was even possible—her face practically glowing now. “How do you even know their names?!”

Suna shrugged. “My TikTok keeps me informed. Can’t escape the content.” He shot a look at Atsumu. “Dunno about this guy though.”

Atsumu just smirked and vaguely responded, “I like to be in the know.”

(Y/n) buried her face into the couch cushion. “I just wanted peace.”

“Wait,” Osamu said suddenly, drying his hands and walking into the living room. “Is that the one with the different… what’s it called? Courts?”

(Y/n) whipped her head around. “You know the series too?!”

He shrugged, leaning against the wall. “Girl in my course is obsessed with it. Talks my ear off."

“Anyway,” Atsumu cut in, “back to Courts—”

Suna perked up. “Yeah, like Night Court. Day Court. Autumn. Summer—”

“Spring,” (y/n) mumbled into the cushion.

They all turned to her.

Suna’s eyes narrowed. “Which one’s the spicy one?”

Atsumu chuckled. “It’s Night Court, ain’t it?”

(Y/n) groaned. “Can we not—”

“No no,” Suna grinned. “I’m invested now. Let’s assign courts.”

“Hold on—” she began.

“Atsumu’s not allowed in the Night Court,” Osamu said flatly, folding his arms.

“Why not?!” Atsumu demanded.

“Too loud,” Osamu stated. “You’d get kicked out during the first solstice ritual.”

Suna hummed. “He gives Spring Court energy, actually.”

Atsumu looked deeply offended. “Take that back. Tamlin’s mid.”

“Ain't he the controllin' one?” Osamu asked absently.

(Y/n) nodded. “Even in book one, he was kinda boring,” (y/n) admitted. Then, with more brightness in her voice, “I like Lucien, though."

Suna tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he shot her a sideways glance. “(Y/n), you’re definitely a Night Court girl. All into the dark, broody types.”

(Y/n) recoiled as he exposed her. “Excuse me? I am not.”

She huffed, jutting her chin with theatrical defiance. “I just like Rhysand, that’s all. He’s got a tragic backstory and… stuff.”

Atsumu and Suna exchanged a knowing glance before Suna’s smirk deepened.

“And stuff,” he echoed, clearly amused.

Atsumu jumped on the moment, chuckling under his breath. “Pretty sure the tragic backstory ain't the reason he’s popular, but okay.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in her head. “Whatever. He’s hot—”

She caught herself, cleared her throat, and swiftly changed the subject. “Anyway! I’m one hundred percent Spring Court, if anyone still cares.”

Osamu hummed thoughtfully. “I’m Autumn. Harvest vibes. Cosy. Grounded.”

Suna nodded, matter-of-fact. “Fair.”

(Y/n) turned to Suna, smiling, voice light and curious. “What about you?”

He leaned back into the couch, all long limbs and indifference, disappearing into the dim like he belonged there. One arm slung lazily over the backrest. Eyes half-lidded. Watchful. Quiet.

“Guess.”

(Y/n) took one look at him—dark clothes, darker stare, and laced with the kind of stillness that drew attention without ever asking for it—and didn’t even need to answer.

All three of them replied in unison:

“Night Court.”

Suna’s smirk said everything else.

Atsumu scoffed. “Aight, Edgelord.”

Suna sipped from his drink like he hadn’t heard a word. “Don’t be jealous just ’cause you’d get kicked out.”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes in mock offense, about to bite back, but (y/n) jumped in with a grin before another debate could erupt.

“Okay, but seriously," she said, nudging his forearm. “What court would you pick then?”

Atsumu paused—just long enough to make it dramatic—then raised his chin with pride, a hand gesturing to his own chest like he was about to receive an award.

“Summer,” he said, with full confidence. “Hot. Dramatic. Shirtless. Beach parties. I'd thrive there.”

From across the room, Osamu let out a grunt that was halfway between a laugh and a sigh. “God, you would.”

(Y/n) let out a laugh, finally letting her head drop back against the cushions. After a while, the teasing had slowed, the tension defused. Somehow, it always circled back to this—banter, chaos, and the weird comfort of being known.

Then, a soft shuffle of pages as she reopened her book.

“Can I go back to reading now?” she asked dryly, glancing up over the top of the cover.

Atsumu raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, no one’s stoppin’ ya.”

“Enjoy your smut," Suna added.

She shot them both a look, then hid behind the book again. The edges of her mouth curled despite herself.

Peace? Not likely.

But this? This was fine too.

[luludeluluramblings]

im kinda curious what dreamer anon asked but how do you think the batfamily would feel about a reader who’s a workaholic. not to an unhealthy extent (or maybe unhealthy but just has like. superhuman stamina SPECIFICALLY when money is involved.)

reader works basically every single second they can. money is their motivation in life. batfam sneakily gets them fired? no prob, online jobs and free one off jobs that they can’t get fired from. they may only tolerate anything from the family if it’s money.

Basically the girl boss reader. (But, we'll keep it GN!)

Bestie gonna be humming money money money, but doesn't actually want the wealthy man or not to work at all. I also love the idea of Professional!Reader™. They're polite and cold, and know how to hustle. And, they don't accept any help from the family. (Self-made, honey.)

And, when the Bats get their bank account locked down, they just be stuffin cash in the mattress like Mr. Krabs.

(Dreamer gave me an idea that made me pull out a Call of Duty OC I made a while back, and it has been living in my head rent free ever since. That's the only hint I'm gonna give, but I might have another series coming. I am spiraling.)

[alwayscorvus]

( congratulations on no hiatus!! hope you have all the time in the world to do what you like and write more :D)

may i request yet another werewolf!yuanwu please,,,, i am. Starved and Famished™ for yuanwu content,,, n. need. blue husband content.

perhaps a domestic married life with werewolf!yuanwu? i am. interested and piqued to see what you might write. and i just need more yuanwu but furry and animalistic content ( no pressure, of course. take your time!)

Yuanwu as werewolf husband

malereader x werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

Ik that it's not a one long story, just a bunch of scenarios, but I wanted to use the style from my Blade posts and by doing so I could also include a lot more scenes/activities/habits. Maybe Yuanwu is a little bit too submissive in this and by that a lil out of character but... idk it just happened Dw your next request is going to be full a story!

And thank you for your wishes and for the req, im always happy to write for u!

When he gets back from work:

Late at night, while you are sitting on the couch watching some cliche tv show, you hear jiggling of the key. You quickly turn your head, aiming your gaze at the door where the noise is coming from. Without much thinking, you toss remote aside, get up and head towards hallway. Before you manage to reach your destination, you notice how wooden door begins to slowly swing open, revealing figure of a hunched Yuanwu. Tired after a full week of hard work, he laboriously slides inside. Shuffling his feet on the ground. Unaware of your presence, he slowly moves closer towards you. He slides off his shoes in a rush, and clumsily tosses his keys onto a small dresser. But they don't make it into a basket. They fall on the floor with a clash, like his bag for change of clothes.

You can hear quiet growls. Yuanwu stops at the distance of several inches from you. He furrows his eyebrows. Too exhausted to keep in touch with reality. Emptiness rings in his head. Dazed, he lets his instincts take over. The only things that fills his mind since leaving the gym are warm sheets and your comfy embrace. He struggles to understand why his path is blocked by someone else's legs.

Finally he lifts his head up. Surprised, he gently opens his mouth and focuses his attention on you. How you stand there, in a flawless state, leaning gently against the wall, with arms crossed over your chest and soft smile under your nose.

Yuanwu starts looking at you with sparkling eyes. As if you were some kind of god. His wasted state and awaiting gaze, full of hope. Like a silent plea for help. A search for care.

Oh, how much at times like this Yuanwu longs for you to take care of him. Take all the worries from his shoulders and start to pamper him. You are the only one who can do this. After all, outside the house he has to play tough. But he definitely isn't that strong.

He turns from a reserved and distinguished man to a pouty in your hands. Like a gently giant.

Before you can manage to fully open your arms in an inviting gesture, man throws himself into your embrace. Under the weight of such a big guy, you slightly lose your balance. At the last moment, you push yourself up with one leg to keep you both from falling on your back.

In your grasp, Yuanwu can finally breathe a sigh of relief. You are his home, through which he can rest. You are the one that makes him feel safe, not judged.

Man snuggles tighter into the crook of your neck, gently savoring your scent. Jasmine fragrance of shampoo starts to drug his senses. But not enough to keep him from feeling guilty. He bites his lower lip bitterly. How can you be so perfect. Well rested, freshly showered, dressed in new pajamas. He feels ashamed standing next to you like this. Worn down after a full day of work at the gym, drenched in sweat.

But you, as lovely as you are, don't care about this at all…

Scratching:

Your habit after every bad day at Yuanwu's job. When trained teenagers give him a hard time, or when, after an unexpected win, betting causes a stir among audience. You sit down on the edge of your worn-out couch, while Yuanwu lies down next to you, taking the remaining space. Wrapped in a blanket, he places his head on your thighs. Treating your lap as the best pillow.

You sink your hands into his slightly graying hair and with slow movements begin to massage his scalp. By doing so, you provoke a pleasant purrs from your man. Yuanwu can feel how tense veins on his forehead slowly begin to relax and throbbing gradualy fades away.

Man closes his eyes, completely uninterested with news that you've started to watch since you became married. He slowly drifts off into the land of sleep. But it doesn't really weaken his senses. As soon as he feels your movements begin to slacken, he immediately starts squirming and raising his head slightly in search of your touch. He doesn't stop growling till you return to work. He can't sleep without this lulling stroking.

When his transformation is incomplete:

Some full moons are more challenging than the others. Yuanwu doesn't always manage to get rid of all his accumulated emotions. His hormones run wild. And he is just too pent up.

And this has some side effects…

After full moons like these, it's difficult for him to fully transform back. To return to “normality”. Previous transformation leaves traces behind.

Whether in the form of a fluffy tail or pointy ears.

This sight always fascinates you.

It makes you laugh when his ears perk up and turn towards the side from which an interesting sound comes. A squirrel? Mailman? Or perhaps a threat? Yuanwu definitely needs to check it out…

He makes you go soft, when he starts to wag his tail at the sight of you, without ever knowing. Or when you say something nice to him. Compliment him. Praise him for doing well. He is so proud of himself at that time! And when you show him affection? Start stroking his back or scratching behind his ears? Besides the view, there is also a loud sound of bumping against the furniture. You almost begin to fear that he will bruise his tail…

You feel playful while touching his ears. Watching his reactions… At first he is surprised. His body flinches, as if an electric shock is passing through him. He looks at you. Slightly offended with betrayal. He wants to stop you. Scold you. Order you to never do such a thing again. However, before he manages to react, it's already too late. Yuanwu melts away, and you notice how he gazes at you aroused…

When he loses control:

Sometimes full moon leaves behind other side effects. Sometimes Yuanwu has his “moods.” He acts totally out of character. He turns from a true gentleman to… a beast. He starts talk back, looks for a fight. He feels like going for someone's throat.

He has some crumbs of common sense in him and knows that he is no longer a kid. Therefore he shouldn't behave like this. That's why on such days he stays at home and doesn't show himself to the public. But it doesn't change the fact that at home there is still you. Even if you spend half your time at work, eventually moment of confrontation needs to come.

Yuanwu starts to be sarcastic, adds snarky comments to each of your actions. Bored, you try to ingorge him until he gets tired. However, this rarely works. And ignored Yuanwu gets even more annoyed. Even if, he acts mean towards you his inner wolf still craves for your attention.

He starts nudging you, pulling at your sleeve, raising his voice. He whines for you to notice him. When he gets too loud and almost spills your tea, or starts accidentally destroying your papers, you can't stand it. You make a sudden move changing your positions. You pull his jaw down and expose his neck. In a confident motion, you sink your teeth into his neck. You don't let go until he calms down. Although you are not a wolf, you know that you need to assert your position. Show dominance. Even though you're aware that Yuawnu doesn't mean it, you can't let him behave this way.

That's why you don't let go even when he tries to break free from your grasp. It's only when he starts whimpering again. But this time not with pride, but rather in defeat. That's when you let him go. Checking the state of his skin in the meantime.

Yuanwu, like a startled puppy, curls up tighter and starts cuddling into you while whining softly. He tries to please you, to humor you, take you by the pity. He feels that you are the one with power, control. That you are the strong one here, that you are the one who can defend him. Therefore, he begins to seek out for your care and favor. And he knows it won't be easy after the way he just acted. How could he? Stupid Yuanwu. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You can't stand up to the alpha...

Wounds:

You're not the only one who can bite.

Yuanwu's fangs are made for that. And they can do quite a bit of harm even if they are not fully grown.

Sometimes when he is busy with something and you touch him by surprise, he bites. Without even realizing it. As in a defensive reaction. You don't mind it, but he blames himself a lot. He makes that sad puppy face, whimpers and slowly moves towards you. Yuanwu doesn't want to spook you. Even though you are not afraid of him at all, he still treats you like a wounded animal. Though in reality, his predatory side actually makes you melt. At times like this, he gives vibe of a hyperactive puppy who does something foolish while playing around and then tucks his tail, fearing his master.

He starts licking your wound vigorously. Collecting droplets of blood along the way. His sharp teeth always pierce your skin to the point of redness, which awfully annoys him. He didn't mean to hurt you. But he tries to fix it. He doesn't stop until he's fully proud of the work he's done, and until you repeat to him for the tenth time in a row that yes, really, nothing hurts you anymore.

Similar treatment also takes place in other circumstances. When you accidentally injure yourself and Yuanwu senses this, he immediately rushes to your side. He orders you to remove your shirt or expose your hand. After this words, you already know that you are about to feel that tickling sensation of his tongue. Yuanwu insists that his saliva has disinfecting and soothing effect and that he won't leave you in this state.

When he wants to be a perfect husband:

Yuanwu rarely gets back from work earlier than you, nor does he often take on time off. He refuses to goes on any unless you order him to do so.

However, when he does manage to come home earlier, he tries his best to play the role of ideal husband and prepares to pamper you. As a way of returning the favor. He wants to take care of you, just as you take care of him.

He refreshes himself, changes into something more comfortable and puts on an apron. Which is just a little bit too tight for him… He cleans up the living room, sets up a table, places new flowers in a vase and gets down to cooking. Yuanwu decides to make something simple, but with lots of healthy vegetables.

When you come back home he greets you at the entrance. Waits for you to place a brief kiss on his lips, and seats you down at the table.

Yuanwu places a steaming bowl in front of you. He is wondering if you will enjoy it. He hopes he didn't over-salt it. But at the same time, that his soup isn't too bland. With you he always becomes so clumsy. He gets worried that made some mistake.

He takes a spot next to you and watches as you eat. When you ask about his food Yuanwu assures you that he has eaten enough while preparing the meal.

You start telling him about your day. Complaining about some troublesome customer.

Yuanwu, with a face full of understanding, nods at you and gets up from his chair. He stands behind your back and then grabs your shoulders firmly. Yuanwu starts to massage you slowly, loosening every knots.

While you are groaning in satisfaction, he leans in and starts whispering tender words into your ears. Yuanwu appreciates your efforts. Says you've done a good job. Repeats what a great husband you are. How strong and brave you are.

Working out:

You are not a fan of solutions that require violence. You prefer to handle everything with talking. However, that doesn't mean you can't learn a few moves. Just in case. Especially when your husband owns the most respected gym in whole city.

Although it''s just an excuse... Truth be told, you like to watch your partner in action. How he stays in shape despite his age. How he can still move with lightning speed. How his punches don't lose their power and still leave a loud bang afterwards.

You love to wrestle with him on the mat floor. At the evenings. When no one else is around.

Love to feel his weight on you. To watch drops of sweat trickling down his neck. And enjoy his irritated growls whenever you take control.

Afterwards, you finish it all off with a massage.

Lie down on your stomach, let your husband straddle you. Close your eyes and indulge in pleasure while Yuanwu carefully tries to relax your muscles, afraid of tomorrow's soreness.

When he is jealous:

Sometimes even a calm man with such a long life experience gets carried away by his emotions. His inner wolf takes control. Instincts begin to run wild. And sight of someone else's cherry-colored fingernails on your arm makes him see red. Yuanwu's eyes get coated in a sudden glow. His irises take a predatory shapes and start to shine in intense yellow tones.

Yuanwu spares no time when it comes to reacting. After giving a brief apology to his company, he leaves them alone and confidently heads in your direction. While doing so he isn't hot-headed, he does it with grace and majesty.

He puts his arm around you and as if by accident throws off an unwanted hand. Yuanwu gives an amused smile, almost taken by pity towards your pursuer. He introduces himself with that over-sweetened, yet naturally warm voice of his. He pretends to be surprised and with faked curiosity questions who this new companion of his husband is.

However, when she starts to introduce herself slightly confused, Yuanwu focuses his attention only on his glass, that he holds in his other hand. Unfazed by woman's titles, as if deaf to her words, he slowly stirs his champagne in a circular motion. When your admirer finally finishes, Yuanwu puts his mask back on and smiles charmingly in woman's direction. Asking politely if she won't mind if he takes his husband to the dance floor.

Without waiting for an answer, he sips down rest of his drink and hands it to the confused woman. Before you can even say goodbye, you feel yourself being pulled in the opposite direction.

Yuanwu definitely needs to cover up that sickening smell left on your body. And show who you really belong to.

Nesting:

He likes to mark his territory. To leave his scent on you. He doesn't leave visible marks, he doesn't have that audacity. He's also too old for such a puppy play. But that something inside tells him to show others what belongs to him. So he chooses the least drastic way, just to satisfy his instinct.

Situation at home, however, is quite different. Here he wants to feel safe. And for that he needs the proximity of his pack.

He needs you. Your presence.

He has sensitive senses, feels all smells much more strongly. So he gets easily irritated by what's foreign.

He wants you. Only you.

So he surrounds himself with your clothes.

At first it seems that he is cleaning. In the end, he always takes over these duties at home. He collects your clothes scattered around the house. Some of them he throws into the laundry basket, some he begins to fold with great care. But at some point he makes a mistake. He takes a heavier breath and accidentally inhales your scent. Flushes appear on his face, and his head begins to spin. He slowly slides down on his bended knees.

A thought forms in his head. Everything else loses its importance.

He gathers a pile of clothes into his arms. As many as he can carry. He hurriedly heads to your bedroom. With force, throws his trophies onto a bed.

From your shirts, pants and sweatshirts he begins to compose a phenomenal collage. He pays great attention to each item, arranging the most comfortable bedding as possible.

After a good 20 minutes, he smiles proudly and lays down in the very middle. Covering himself with the nicest sweaters. Yuanwu closes his eyes and, inhaling the remains of your scent, tries to imagine that you are the one cuddling him.

Watching sports together:

When season of boxing fights begins, you always arrange movie nights together. You sit down in front of your crappy tv. While you keep an eye on a remote, Yuanwu prepares snacks for you. Although he is very organized on a daily basis and makes sure you both stay fit, this particular season is special. Healthy eating gets set aside, no time for it. You two focus only on games. Accompanied only by bowls of chips and mugs of steaming… Trine Tea.

You choose your favorites, analyze their fighting styles and bet about who will win. You argue over who is better. Bickering like some old married couple. Whoever succeeds in betting can brag about it for another week after season ends.

Despite the enthusiasm and adrenaline that accompanies you at every game, exhaustion eventually takes its toll. As midnight strikes a sleepy Yuanwu rests his head on your shoulder, gently squinting his eyes from time to time. When you sense him drifting off you scratch him behind the ear, at which he smiles dreamingly.

Previously: Bittberry Tea