#its nice to do soft shading sometimes

[magical-girl-04]

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[slayedpoet]

some random Joost headcanons

i've had a few over the past months so i've decided to compile them into a list, but then the list grew exponentially so i thought that maybe i could share ☺️; they are mostly tooth rotting domestic fluff, with some hints here and there, but nothing too explicit.

(pardon any possible grammar or syntax errors)

[ALSO WARNING RPF UNDER THE CUT for anyone who gets too worked up by it, or the thought of it, please stay fucking clear, thank you bye 😌]

‌he ‌doesn't know how to cook but he's willing to learn if you know how to, though expect it to get messy, like flour on your or his cheeks; he also might try and "eat" the raw batter, which would earn him a few slaps on his hands.

BONUS: finding him sitting on the floor checking cakes and biscuits baking in the oven

he’s a golden retriever mixed with a great dane

like a big dog that is not aware of his size (affectionate)

he’d ‌plop down on you while you’re laying on the couch, and loves laying his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat; you’d put a hand on his scalp and he'd be out like lightning. you'd hear light snoring and he'd have the most peaceful smile plastered all over his face

‌does it even when you're in bed

‌super cuddly, straight up koala style, big or small spoon it doesn't matter as long as he gets his cuddles

‌he'll crack the worst jokes EVER, you're laughing though 😏

‌uses his height to his advantage some times

‌you'd be laying in bed late at night trying to sleep and he'd start speaking in different ways like he sometimes does, the noise box strikes again, and you’d end up laughing with tears in your eyes, "you love me anyway though liefde"

if you go to the beach then prepare to get ABSOLUTELY FUCKING drenched, dog in action again; knows he has to put sunscreen on but he’ll give you hell for it, running around like a toddler and you’d have to force him to sit under the umbrella to put him on him; when you are on your towel drying and tanning he'd just come back from the water and shake himself on top of you like a dog, drenching you, or simply laying on top of you while wet

‌pebbling, and it goes both ways

you love exchanging clothes, specially before he goes on tour: like t-shirts and hoodies; you sometimes like to hide one of your shirts in his suitcase as a surprise

if he has to leave early in the morning for tour he’ll leave little scribbled messages on post-its all over the place for when you wake up

‌pillow fort for movie nights (but even random nights); although he's too tall for it, but if he sits he fits

‌soft™ and warm

absolutely loves ‌scratches, specially behind his ears

BONUS: if you keep it up for enough time he might actually purr

sometimes when he kisses you on the cheek ends up licking all over it

randomly bites your upper arm mid conversation

‌if you try shutting him up by putting a hand on his mouth he'll either bite it, spit on it or lick it

‌loves staring at you (not in a creepy way), just watch you as you do random, domestic stuff, but don't catch him please or he'll blush a nice shade of pink

‌when laying in bed together he sometimes lets his intrusive thoughts win and blows raspberries on your tummy, you’ll try getting him off of you, but he has a strong grip over your midriff so there’s no escaping him (if you to do the same to him he'll screech so loud)

tickling competition that ends with both of you on the ground with short breaths and happy tears streaming down your faces

oh so you’re ‌eating dessert and accidentally have cream around your mouth? he’ll lick it up no worries

‌something something oral fixation ok...

‌a literal menace™ and obnoxious (affectionate)

once he slapped your ‌butt playfully and you ended up running around the whole house chasing him to retaliate

‌he’s very clingy while drunk, cheeks soft pink and slurring dutch words

‌overly excited guy, if you’ve been apart for some time he’d greet you by lifting you up and spinning you around

‌writes you letters and sends you postcards while he’s out on tour, and adds little doodles all around

you’re definitely ‌getting woken up by some different music every day, although it's rare that he wakes up before you (it's the most random stuff ever too)

‌once you catch him doodling you, IT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER, god he's as red as a tomato cause he tried to hide it from you, but then you asked him so nicely and he crumbled so easily

he’s a ‌blushing mess if praised

‌leans into your touch a lot cause he’s a bit touch starved (just a bit yeah…)

‌can, and will, get himself out of situations thanks to his insane puppy eyes

‌tries teaching you Dutch in the most random ways

‌loves LOVES to hear you laugh/make you laugh, so he'll go jester mode some times, specially if you're feeling down and need to be cheered up

‌will go feral if he sees you wearing any of his albino stuff

‌fan of the good old calls, he insists specially during tour or if you've happened to be long distance

CONS: sometimes he calls at ungodly hours, but you'll listen anyway

‌dorkiest of all

‌takes his glasses off when at home, which leads to him having to squint every once in a while, at you and at things; which is like THE CUTEST THING EVER

‌sometimes you get home and he's laying on the sofa with his dogs on top of him in a cuddle pile

‌LISTEN LISTEN MUSEUM DATES he'd be sooo down for it

‌you take Polaroids of each other, some are cute, some well…less 😏

‌cheesy motherfucker named joost klein, specially during the most inopportune moments (more so during THOSE moments), so you’d slap him and roll your eyes at him while blushing and he’d grin like a cat who's got the cream

sleeps on his stomach, probably starfish so he occupies a good ¾ of the bed cause he’s so tall and lanky, and you’ll have no option but to adjust

(btw i forgot one thing: if any of you lovely writers wants to take any of these and put them in fics, go ahead 🙏🥹)

[flwerswrld]

relationship headcannons ୨୧ | hsr men

cw: lowercase intended, tooth rottingly fluffy, slight crack if u squint, gender neutral!reader, established relationship for all characters, grumpy x sunshine if you squint (caelus), sick!reader (dan heng), dan heng being a worrywart, marriage #4lifers >_< (welt), flustered geppie, ooc for probably all of them...😞 whoopsies i haven't written fanfic in like 4-5 yrs

character/s included: caelus, dan heng, welt, gepard landau

caelus ♡

- biiiiig cuddler :3

- like this man is ON YOU.

- march has multiple photos of you two attached to the hip (one where u guys were literally HANDCUFFED to each other. caelus wanted to try the idea out, might write a whole other fic just on that)

- literally anything could remind him of you

- he sees a bag of chips? oh, they're y/n's fav, oh i'm thinking of my partner now, oh how i love my partner :3

- ^ literally his thought process

- adding to the last point, he'll find or buy random things to give to you because he thought you'd like it/it reminded him of you

"caelus, are these... cat keychains?" you ask, the gift random, but definitely not unwelcomed, conveyed by the growing smile on your face. "they reminded me of us." he replies, his shoulders moving up and down in a noncommittal shrug. "i'm the orange cat, and you're the black cat."

well... now that you look at it, the keychains do remind you of you and caelus' relationship dynamic. the ginger cat— a tabby, it seems, is laying on the black cat's belly affectionately, the aforementioned feline having an annoyed frown on its face.

"it's cute." pressing a kiss to his cheek, your then soft smile grows into something more joyful. "thank you for the sweet gift, caelus."

and caelus swore to the aeons themselves that he was having heart palpitations from the feeling of your lips on his cheek.

dan heng ♡

- way less affectionate compared to how caelus is, not because he doesn't love you, but because he's more reserved

- doesn't mean he doesn't cuddle, he loves it when you and him have a nice snuggle sesh after a stressful day (but shhhh don't tell him i told you, it's supposed to be a secret 🤫)

"you're sure you don't need more tea?"

- prefers to show you his affections through acts of service rather than words or physical touch

- he's so dorky ugh i want him so bad

"dan heng, i'll be fine—" another coughing fit ensued, the hacking so intense dan heng backs away. "yep, more tea for you." he mumbles under his breath. "and more soup."

he reminds me of a mother hen... you think, sipping on your mug of tea that your lovely boyfriend had made for you. the beverage is hot and relaxing, feeling like a smoldering fire was in your belly whenever you swallow it.

"you know..." you start when he comes back inside your room, looking at your boyfriend with a hint of a smirk on your face. "you remind me of a mother hen, sometimes."

and you almost laugh at the disgruntled expression that appears on his stupidly handsome face. "i do not act like a mother hen—"

"oh, come on! you know you do, babe!"

with his cheeks turning a shade of light pink at the nickname, he sighs. "you can call me whatever you want, just drink your tea, for the love of aeons." he replied begrudgingly. "then give me a kiss!" you shoot back, weakly puckering your lips. "then i'll drink my tea, eat my soup, and then take a niiiiiice long nap."

dan heng stands there for a second, weighing his options. on one hand, he gets to kiss his partner — whom he loves very dearly he might add — to get them to eat their soup and drink the tea he had prepared for them. the only problem is that they're sick.

oh, fuck it.

pressing a kiss to your lips, he sighs into it, pulling away after a few seconds. "there. better now?" he asks.

he got sick two days later, but to him it was worth it.

welt ♡

- this man KNOWS how to treat someone right. i just know it in the deepest parts of my soul.

- shows you the animations that he made when he worked as an animator (it probably has 12 episodes, only 1 season, and ended on a cliffhanger 😞)

- HE DRAWS YOU. IDC. his sketchbook is full of drawings of you, random things he sees while out on his travels with you and the express, and other random doodles

- loves sightseeing with you. every time you go to a new planet you guys take pictures together at every tourist spot

- slow dancing w/ him to frank sinatra... it'd be so cute??? STOP STOP EVERYONE SHUT UP FOR 2 SECONDS. ☹️☹️

you felt like life was perfect right now.

with all the drama on penacony being over, you and welt finally had some free time to just chill out and take a breather.

"this is so nice..." you mumble to yourself, the metal of your ring softly pressing against the skin of your finger as your hands rest on welt's shoulders. "slow dancing is so romantic, don't you think?" welt asks, smiling down at you as frank sinatra records play in the background.

"are you trying to seduce me, mr. yang? even after years of marriage?" you ask, smiling when he spins you around slowly to the soft voice of frank sinatra, and the romantic melodies of the instruments. "and what if i am, mx yang?" he leans down in your ear to mumble, his tone teasing, maybe a bit... mischievous?

when the record stops spinning, welt holds you close to him, heat radiating off of him like a radiator. "hm, you're warm." you mumble, letting out a yawn. "like a heater."

hearing your husband let out a little chuckle, he smiles down at you. "you say this every time we hug."

"is it romantic, though?"

there was a pregnant pause, as if welt was deciding on what to say.

"do you want me to be honest or nice...?"

"welt!"

gepard landau ♡

- he's soooo protective ik it :[ like he's always keeping an eye on you while he's on patrol to make sure you're safe (not in a stalker way, just looking out for you bc he cares (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠))

- gets you something on every holiday, even if it doesn't count as a ‘holiday’. for every valentine's day he buys you chocolates and a cute little teddy bear 🥹🥹 he's so cute

- bc he's so busy with belobog duties(??), he doesn't have much time for dates

- so for the time he does have off, he'll spend with you!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

- serval is also you and gepard's biggest supporter, and lowkey played matchmaker with you two so you guys could get together

"aww, geppie! this is so cute!" you say, smiling at the rose bouquet and chocolates he had gotten you for valentine's day.

"serval actually suggested for me to buy you them..." the blonde replied, a mixed pile of mush and flustered mumblings underneath his breath. "she said your favourite flowers are roses, so i tried to find the best ones in belobog for you."

you actually think your heart is going to explode. or that you're going to squeeze your boyfriend to death from his cuteness.

and that's exactly what you do, making a mental note to thank serval the next time you see her.

"gepard, you're the best!" you exclaim, leaning your head onto his chest.

"don't mention it, y/n..." he mumbles, praying to qilpoth that you can't hear the relentless beating of his heart, the thumpity thump of it so profound he can feel it in his ears. "it's my duty as your boyfriend to give you gifts."

you also make another mental note: to wife this man up as soon as possible.

[codgod]

y’know generally i try to limit colour palettes to as few colours as possible to make things more cohesive but despite my best efforts only jay ended up being able to stick to that </3

ANYWAYS here’s the as-of-right-now fully updated designs for these dickheads. these will no doubt undergo even more tweaking as i draw them more but this is a start i guess. also pls open the pictures to look at them properly i worked so hard LOL

some random notes under the cut yaaaay

chip —

he jingles when he walks. somehow he’s still stealthy. i do not know how

kept the platinum ring that bonded him to gillion in the block! because hey he doesn’t really have a reason to take it off (and it’s a nice reminder of how much gill cares about him, and how far their friendship has come since that ice arena)

his tattoos shift and flicker like actual flames, and sometimes (harmless, purely aesthetic) sparks fly off them when he’s excited

i just think smoke coming out of his mouth when he’s angry would be cool :]

chipped teeth from biting rocks and coins all the time :/

he has scars from the red lightning, they’re just mostly contained to his back and shoulders. they’re a similar red to his coat even once they’ve healed

gillion —

the tail sleeve thing is so he can rest it on the ground without damaging his scales, he doesn’t usually wear it when he’s just on the ship because the wood is soft enough that it’s usually fine + it can hinder swimming a bit. it’s mostly meant for places where there’s cobblestone or gravel streets and such. i think his armour would probably have a version that looks similar but covers the whole tail minus the fins, maybe with some armour plating of its own. i didn’t draw it because there wasn’t any room lol

his scars from the lightning are pink mostly because red stood out too much tbh. they softly glow in the dark the same as his coral and the pink parts of his fins

also kept his ring! his hands aren’t really made for jewellery, though, because the webbing means it won’t sit very secure on his finger. so he keeps it on the same chain as the necklace he got from aslana to keep it safe

tried to make him look a bit bulkier and more his age than in my original design? i feel like i was leaning too much into the naivety and. shortness. originally lol. he also has thicker eyebrows now and i’m still trying to decide how i feel about them but i think? i like it? i don’t tend to give many character thin eyebrows so it could’ve been a unique thing for him but alas

i think i made the sword too small but like ignore that

also forgor to include pretzel </3 that’s okay though she can get her own design sheet later. she’s special like that

jay —

i believe in tall jay supremacy

blue magic! i was considering gold but that’d look a bit more like a canary than i wanted for her wings so. blue jay :]

her hair is supposed to look kinda like fire to mimic her dad ! kinda showing that even if she runs from her family and the navy they’ll always be a part of her. and also i just like drawing messy hair

i gave her sturdier gloves just because i feel like it fits her better. also changed up the shirt to more of a button up solely because i don’t like tank tops very much LOL

i did WANT to make her outfit a bit flashier to match the boys better but i couldn’t quite figure out where to Put the flash. maybe that’ll come later, the way the story’s going i might get to design some cool prosthetics for her or something

overall —

because there’s just so many fucking colours i triiied to add at least one or two colours from each of them into the others designs. jay has her necklace with each of their main colours on it, her wings are the same blue as gillions eyes, her jacket and right eye are the same dark blue as destiny’s blade, her hair is the same orange as the lighter part of chips tattoos. chip has a dark green sash under all the belts, the same as the hilt of destiny’s blade. they all use the same shades of black, gold, and brown

the only real exception is gillion doesn’t have anything from the other two because he has Such a specific colour palette and he already had so much going on as-is orz jay was obviously the easiest to do this with because she has both warm and cool colours in her palette by default lol (and i did her design last, so that helps)

[notyashiro128]

Depressed sick Megumi x reader ~

Fluff/ happy/ nsfw in the end

Megumi is currently unwell with a fever, and to make matters worse, he is also feeling depressed. This is likely due to the traumatic experiences he went through during his childhood, which have left him with a constant feeling of guilt and self-doubt. He believes that his parents left because he is a bad person, and this has made him feel very anxious. Your job here is to take care of your depressed boyfriend

As he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, he couldn't help but feel miserable as he hoped for a message from you. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening caught his attention and his heart began to race. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he saw you walking towards him and his face lit up with a smile. He quickly stood up and rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. He whispered softly in your ear, "Babe~" as he held you tightly, savoring the moment.

"how is my sweet boy doing?" You asked while hugging him back

As you called Megumi a sweet boy, his cheeks turned a shade of pink and he smiled softly. He leaned into the warm embrace and whispered, "I'm okay, love. Just feeling a bit down today. But it's nice to see you". His voice was soft and gentle, conveying a sense of vulnerability and trust. The hug seemed to be a comforting embrace for both of you.

"Felling down again?" you asked gently, You took off your jacket and hung it up, Megumi nodded slowly, "mm", his voice barely above a whisper he was sitting on the couch.

You went towards him "It's okay to be not okay and I am here if you want to talk about something bothering you" You sat next to him kiss him on his cheek "here I Got you medicine and your favourite candies"

"who needs medicine when I have you" he said softly as you blushed .

"Mmm here I'll change my clothes" and. As you said you changed into your pajamas

•••••••••••

Now you and Megumi are lying on the bed he Wraps his arms around you tightly and breathes in your scent, smiling softly "You always know how to cheer me up I love you"... Megumi sighs

Megumi looks at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your presence "I know it's hard for me to express myself sometimes, but please believe me when I say that I love you more than anything in this world. You're my haven..."

"Awwww. Babe that's so sweet from Youu~" You hugged him

His voice softens and his eyes become misty " I know I haven't always been the best boyfriend, but you're all I have. I promise to work on myself and be better for you. You deserve someone who can make you happy every day. I just-" you interrupted him

"Please don't say that. You are already perfect for me just the way you are," you exclaimed. As you looked at him, you realized that you had fallen in love with him from the very first moment you laid eyes on him.

Tears form in his eyes as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips "I can't imagine going through life without you by my side. Thank you for being there for me, even when I'm not always the best version of myself. "

""awwww shhh babe it's okay its okay" You hugged him, making sure to put his head on your chest. "You can cry as long as you want, babe. You're the best."

Feeling your warmth and the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat, megumi's tears flow freely as he leans into the comforting embrace. He clings to you tightly, taking in the familiar scent of lavender that always seems to surround you.

Sobs into your chest, unable to control the flood of emotions that pour out. He clings to you tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance "I love you so much... You're all I have in this world."

"And I love you more" You put your hand behind his back and started to pat his back gently

Feeling your words wash over him, Megumi's sobs begin to subside. He lifts his head slightly, looking into your eyes filled with tears and love. He smiles weakly, his voice barely above a whisper "Thank you... for everything. You are the only one who understands me"

You kiss his forehead gently, your thumbs brushing away the tears that still cling to his cheeks. "It's okay, baby. I'm here for you," you whisper softly, your heart breaking at the pain etched on his face.

Megumi buries his face in your chest again, his body shaking slightly as he tries to calm down. He holds onto you tightly, feeling the warmth of your skin against his own. After a few moments, he slowly pulls away, wiping the remaining tears from his eye

"I'm sorry for making you worry like that," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... sometimes it all feels too much." He takes a deep breath and forces a small smile.

"babe no need to be sorry for real and I understand everything you feel," you said softly

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace as he feels your tears on his skin. He kisses the top of your head gently, his heart racing with love for you.

Megumi's heart swells with warmth. He holds you tightly, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roam over your body, pulling you closer as if trying to merge into one being.

"Baby I'm in love with you don't be sad please I wanna see your pretty smile. To be honest, I know that it's hard for you and I can see on your face it was rough but I wish I could do something for you cuz you deserve everything " you said

"I love you too, more than anything in this world. You're my everything." He whispers between kisses, his hands trailing down your back to gently squeeze your rear end before pulling you even closer.Feeling the warmth and love radiating from you,

Megumi couldn't help but smile softly. He held onto these moments tightly, trying to remember them when he felt down again

his hands gently caressing your cheeks. He whispers against your lips, " i wanna make love w you right now princess"

And done give me more requests of any Characters 🐢✨

[kiatheinsomniac]

──── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒! ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I've been itching to write another sex pollen fic so I decided to do it for the dragon man hehe <3 // repost bc the first one stopped showing up in the tags // a request from anon 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Zhongli x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.7k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, marathon sex, sex pollen (so slight dubcon?), aphrodisiacs

The weather in Liyue was particularly beautiful today and so you and your lover Zhongli had left Liyue Harbour in order to take a walk through Guili Plains instead. You had found a nice little shady spot under a tree where you laid out the little picnic you had brought with you. The two of you simply chatted and cuddled, feeding each other little bites of food (you often stealing said bites from Zhongli’s plate the moment he looked away). He would always catch you though and would give you a stern look that you saw right through because there was always a little smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. 

Your little picnic is interrupted, however, when a butterfly comes and lands on the blanket right beside your stretched out legs. Upon closer inspection, it was a crystalfly. You’d never seen one out in the open before. A little gasp is torn from your lips as you sit up and lean forwards to try and get a closer look at its glittering, golden wings, but it takes one look at you and instantly begins to fly off. 

“Ah-!” You look between the in-flight crystalfly and your lover with a look of disappointment and a silent request if he minds whether or not you chase after it to get a better look at it. Zhongli simply nods his head once, slowly, and you’re off running after it, dry grass crunching under your feet and dress catching between your thighs with the wind resistance, blowing out behind you. 

While you chase after the beautiful little creature, Zhongli watches you with a look of amusement. It was a childlike sight, almost, but it was adorable to watch you from the shade beneath the tree. You approach a pond that houses a few fish and some lotus heads and suddenly you pause as you look all around but realise you have lost sight of the little crystalfly. 

You don’t have much time to be disappointed though as your eyes soon land on some pink flowers that are growing on the bank. The bloomed ones are about the side of your hand when stretched out. The petals are a pale and supple pink, looking so soft and smelling so sweet that they’re almost beckoning you to rub a petal between your thumb and forefingers just so you can see for yourself whether or not your eyes are deceiving you. The petals are large, slightly overlapping each other and rounded – almost like a buttercup.They’re thick with a faint yellow stigma and anther so full of a dusty red pollen that the centre of each flower almost seems to glow red upon its own pink petals. You lean in even closer to them as their sweet, sticky scent invades your nose, right down to your lungs. You have grown wary of big patches of flowers in the wild after one too many whopperflower encounters. 

But isn’t it funny how sometimes you can be so focused on not doing something that it somehow causes you to do it? 

In telling yourself over and over to not touch them occupying the forefront of your mind, your balance failed to be taken into recognition and you leaned too far forwards, resulting in you falling face-first into the patch of sweet pink flowers, kicking up a little cloud of red pollen around you. Your hands reach out to break your fall and land in the squelching mud of the pond’s bank and you let out a huff when you realise your dress will now be muddy too.But you make a quick recovery and return to your feet in time to prevent any further staining of your dress. 

You crouch down by the water, murmuring an apology to the fish that you disturb as you rinse off your hands and wrists and then look down at your dress. Only the hem is stained with mud at the front where it caught under your knees but the material is now covered in the red pollen. You try to rinse some off your forearm but it only smudges into you with a bright red smear and makes your skin feel hot. Oh, archons, you hope you aren’t allergic. After the pollen just smudges and smudges without lifting from your skin, you don’t further attempt to try to clean it off in the pond. Zhongli knows lots about everything, you’ll just ask him about this strange flower you’ve encountered and you’re sure he’ll have a solution for getting the pollen off of you. 

Meanwhile, Zhongli looked away from you for all of a moment to have a bite of what was left of your little picnic and when he looked up, you were pushing yourself up from the pond’s bank. He watched with a little frown as you tried to clean off the bottom of your dress in the water. You love that dress and he knows you’ll be upset about dirtying it. His eyes remain on you as you trudge back over to him across the dry grass of the plain. 

As you near him, however, he sees the red stains all over your body and how each time you set your foot upon the ground, it seems to shake a little red cloud up about you each time. 

Your walk back to the tree where the two of you had set up your picnic was not pleasant either. You had been sitting in the shade for hours and now the sun felt blisteringly hot on your skin in a way that you hadn’t noticed before when you were chasing the crystalfly.

“My darling, what happened?” Zhongli asks as he looks over you, trying to determine what it is you have all over you. He rises to his feet to meet you and takes a deep inhale in through his nose to see if he can determine what you’re covered in by the scent.

“There were these really pretty pink flowers, big ones-” You watch as he instantly covers his nose and mouth with a gloved hand and it makes you stop what you were saying mid-sentence, alarmed. “What? What is it? What were they?” You ask in rapid succession. The flowers were already making your skin feel feverishly hot and the pollen wouldn’t seem to budge from your skin for the most part. Had you fallen into a patch of deadly flowers? You wouldn’t put it past your bad luck. 

“And the pollen came from the centre of these flowers?” Zhongli asks. You nod your head immediately. He lets out a sigh. “Stand over there, my love-” He points to the edge of the shade that the tree provides- “and I’ll pack everything up so we can head home, ok?” 

“Zhongli, you’re worrying me…” You say as you follow his instructions; you trust him. 

“It’s nothing deadly and nothing that cannot be treated, my love.” He reassures you. You watch as he crouches down to pack up everything into the basket and fold up the blanket the two of you had spent most of the afternoon so far laying on. 

“Ok…” You say uneasily, not at all reassured by his words in comparison to his actions. You allow Zhongli to lead you home but you grow more and more anxious when he makes it very clear that you need to walk at a distance from one another. You spend the walk back resisting the urge to rub at your skin where the pollen has smeared over you and ignited a fire in your bloodstream that only seems to be growing gradually more unbearable. 

By the time you return home, Zhongli has you sit upon a chair at the dining table as he goes over to the large case of books. He pulls out a heavy book, a hardback that’s clothbound in a dusty green and worn a little at some of the corners and along the spine. He flips through the pages until he puts the book open in front of you. 

“Is this what you found?” He says as he lays it open to a detailed illustration of the flower you had encountered. On the page beside it is a diagram of the different parts of the plant and its scientific names.

“Yes! That’s it!” You exclaim as your eyes go to the top left where the name of the flower is written in big lettering, “Paradise Cup.” 

“Now keep reading…” Zhongli instructs and your eyes flicker from left to right over the pages. Apparently this flower is very fascinating to many botanists due to its unique method of pollinating where it will encourage its pollinators to propagate the red dust it produces by inducing- 

“... I fell into a bed of aphrodisiac flowers?” Your tone falls flat. Just your luck. You continue reading and find that your physical state will only continue to worsen if you do not copulate. No wonder botanists were so fascinated. 

“In a sense, yes.” Your lover replies. You think about how he had you keep your distance on the walk home and suddenly begin to worry about how you’re going to deal with this problem. 

“And you’re going to help me… right?” You ask uncertainly. Zhongli laughs a little in response, a deep and rumbling sound from his chest that you always love to hear, a deep timbre that reaches your own body. His gloved hand cups your cheek and you feel as he tries to dust some of the pollen away but it only creates a red smear on your face. 

“Of course, my darling.” He leans down and his lips softly meet yours. Suddenly, it’s like a catalyst for whatever the pollen is doing to you and your body practically lunges upwards as you loop your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, your body singing out to feel his skin against yours. It’s like your entire world stops, like the world outside of this room, that only holds the two of you, ceases to exist and you need more, more, more

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

Your skin shines with a sheen of sweat and you squirm beneath where your lover has you pinned down beneath his powerful body, your legs thrown over his shoulders and pressing into your chest as he pounds away at you relentlessly. You’ve been bent over the edge of the bed, pressed to the wall, set on all fours until your knees buckled and Zhongli had to hold you up — all of that and you still felt like you hadn’t gone at all even though you were well past your sixth orgasm now. But the pollen was already in your system and it had begun to infect your lover who already possessed the stamina of the god he is. 

But the two of you need to keep on going until you’re satisfied — more specifically until the paradise cup pollen is satisfied — and it seems that such satiation is not yet in sight. 

Your pussy is aching and puffy from such rigorous use but you barely feel the full throb of pain over the pulsing of pleasure that looks like magma at the apex of your thighs. Your damp hair sticks to your forehead and temples and Zhongli can feel it upon his skin too as his teeth latch onto the junction of your neck and shoulder, keeping you in place as he begins to let his composure slip, realising that he may well have his only opportunity to let his stamina loose on you in a way you never could have handled before without the help of the aphrodisiac. 

Your little fingers tangle in his dark, gold-tipped hair and loop dampening locks around your hands in a desperate attempt to keep him close — as if your heels digging into the backs of his shoulders weren’t already doing just that. 

“More, more, more.” Leaves your lips once again, seemingly your mantra of today as your pollen-tainted biology demands that Zhongli gives you all he has and then some, like it won’t allow your body to be exhausted until his godly one is also; something that the two of you know is going to take a lot. 

The sheets will have to be changed without a doubt and you can already feel the warmth of your combined fluids leaking from your hole and can hear the wet noises made by them as Zhongli continues to piston in and out of you. You let out a pitchy keen when one of his hands stops pressing at the back of your knee in favour of going down to rub over your swollen clit in little star shapes, smearing your wetness and his seed over the sensitive bundle of nerves as your body quivers behind him and he can feel the way your legs tense and tremble, every muscle tightening up in anticipation of your impending orgasm. 

The moment he feels your walls tighten around him, trying to keep him in as deep as possible and milk him of all the cum he has to give, his lips crash against yours messily, swallowing all of your moans and babbled cries of ‘more, ‘Lili, more please!’ 

You’re flipped onto your front again, breasts pressed into the softness of the mattress and the brief moments in which he’s pulled out of you feel like a crime of the highest order that’s only put right the moment he’s inside of you again and pounding into your sensitive cunt, holding you down – as though you had enough strength remaining to even push yourself up – while he looks down at how you take him over and over again. There’s a ring of your cream around the base of his cock and he can see where his seed has leaked down from between your legs while you were on your back. He feels mesmerised by the sight of your ass bouncing each time his hips slam against you with the force behind his thrusts and he can hear your cries of pleasure. 

He has no clue what the time is now, only that the sun has gone down and the sheets are damp from your bodies. All he knows is that the pollen is now in his system too and this is the only way for it to get out: exhausting yourselves with pleasure until the pollen recognises that you no longer have the energy to spread its spores to your partner.  You can feel the ex-archon’s weight pressing down on your back and holding you in place, his body hot and inviting against your back and within you. Your hand reaches out to grasp at his blindly, your eyes having closed with pleasure and the tiredness that’s creeping in. You whimper when you feel his hips stutter, hear his moans by the shell of your ear and feel him slowly grind his hips into you instead, fucking his cum deeper into you. 

You let out a whine of protest when you begin feeling squished by his weight and he carefully turns the two of you onto your sides so that your back remains against his and his body can curl around you from behind, holding you close. You can feel the stickiness of your bodies and as much as you want to get up and share a bath with your lover, you barely even have the energy to lift your head. 

“Everything's so messy…” You murmur as you feel Zhongli tenderly kiss the back of your neck. 

“We’ll rest for a short while…” You feel him tug you even close with his arms around your waist and it provokes a little moan from you as his cock is still buried inside of you, “and then we’ll wash up, change the sheets…” His words are drawled out and you can tell he’s just as tired as you. 

“Surprised I didn’t pass out…” You murmur as you’re now fighting sleep just so that you don’t drift off in the middle of a conversation. 

“Maybe next time~” There’s a humour to his voice but you have no comeback, just the feeling of your body being held against his, sinking into the mattress and finally feeling satiated as you fall asleep. 

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──★ Hobie w/ a artist reader 💭

Includes: a fic, fluff, maybe a kiss or two..?? trying a different writing style! Gn reader as always.

extras: Hi!! I'm back to writing again after a break! Hope u guys are taking care of yourselves! <33

Reader can see Hobie's border!

Your hands glide the paintbrush across the canvas, putting gentle pressure on the brush, the handle illuminates off the gentle London sun, the intricate patterns of your handmade paintbrush please your eyes, thanks to Hobie's handiwork. Grabbing some more paint, you squeeze the bottle, and some acrylic paint pours out of it onto the small white palette.

You were in a whole different world, just focusing on your painting, painting all types of different strokes and techniques on the canvas. The music in your ears copies your hand movements.

"Hobie, can you stop changing your border, it's distracting me." You huff, looking away from the canvas to see that his border, now a light steel blue color, with some newspaper titles about art.

"Nah" He snickers mischievously, changing his seating position, and changing his border into a calm pink with some white cut out stars.

You groan, painting his border again, not realizing you have created a nice gradient of colors on the canvas.

The room was full of silence, the sound of painting strokes, the gentle waves of the water against the boat, and the birds chirping gently nearby. Deciding to take a break, you gently set down your palette and paint, lounging on the couch by the window, enjoying the warm sun. Looking at your canvas again, you realize that the portrait of Hobie looked better when you took a step back. The normal gray color transitioning into a calm pink shade, the sunlight making some of the paint sparkle in the reflection.

"I look great" his voice cuts you out of your thoughts, feeling him standing beside you, his border changing to match the colors in the painting. Your eyes move from the painting to him, just admiring his gaze on the artwork, but mostly his face. Just admiring how handsome he is, unable to tear your eyes from him. You had looked at him plenty of times, but tonight it was different, just adoring his face, his eyes, everything about him, he didn't have his piercings on, but he was handsome nonetheless.

"You look amazing" You mutter in a dreamlike trance, finally being able to tear your eyes away from him.

"Of course I do" He snickers, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "What's with all the stares today?" He asks, putting an arm around your shoulder, staring at you with warm heterochromic eyes.

"Just admiring how handsome you are" You utter, looking him in the eyes. "Well..thank you." He says, his cheeks turning the slightest bit darker at your compliment.

The sun was on its way to slumber, the beautiful yellow, orange, purple and light pink reflected off of the clouds, making them seem like mirrors. As every structure starts to slowly glow as the sun goes down. Hobie decided to hang up the drawing on one of the walls by the canal windows, the painting not moving as the canal slowly sways on the dock. The sound of Hobie's soft snores echoes in the room, him gently spooning you, his hands on your waist, moving sometimes to get even closer to you while napping.

Looking at his peaceful face, you get in that dreamlike state again, just admiring that he can relax, even sleep near you. Hobie letting his guard down enough for you just warms your heart.

You'll never forget those uncommon moments with him.

🌾 @chessbox, hope you enjoyed this one ! Reblogs and feedback are appreciated (just don't be rude about it). 🧺

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[onlyjaeyun]

hmmm maybe smth soft??? like aftercare style or jay just looking after you and making sure you eat well/take care of yourself because sometimes you forget to 🥹

lov u so so so much

anything for my baby, am currently working on a jay fic btw and its gonna be heavily daddy!jay focused so i didnt want to write too too much, hope you like it 🤭🩷

— cw: dd/lg, soft d0m!jongseong, praising, implied br33ding

"there you go, daddy's almost there baby, you're doing so well for me." jongseong's voice is strained and raspy, moans and grunts falling past his pretty lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pushing himself closer to his own high after making sure he's got you as fucked out as possible to catch his own release.

nothing you respond is coherent; you're an actual nonsense blabbering mess, cheeks stained with tears from the combination of pleasure and the pain of being overstimulated, a thin layer of sweat coating your body and your eyes constantly rolling into the back of your head with almost every single one of his harsh thrusts.

his words barely reach you, yet his sweet praise doesn't fail to make your cunt clench even tighter around his sensitive cock and at this point jay is surprised how well he's managed to last.

he definitely has really good stamina, especially when it comes to fucking you, yet after actual hours of teasing you and himself, he's finally reached his own limit.

it doesn't take another minute for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and a soft moan of your name before he coats the spongy walls of your cunt in several shades of white, making sure to reach the deepest points just how you like it.

if it wasn't for his own strength, jjong would have easily collapsed on you from how exhausted he is, yet as soon as he feels himself softening inside of you, he pulls away and comes to sit in between your wobbly legs

"baby", he whispers softly and reaches for your face, his heart doubling in its size when you move into his gentle touch and place the softest kiss into his palm, "you're shaking, are you okay?"

you quickly start nodding as your lips stretch into a lazy smile and at the way he lets out a sigh of relief you can't help but chuckle.

"you did so well for daddy", your boyfriend mumbles and kisses you, doesn't warn you when he slowly starts pulling his cock out of your sensitive cunt, a row of his deep grunts and your soft whimpers meeting in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

"thank you, daddy", you reply softly and place your hand on his arm after kissing his cheek, "you did too, fucked me so good."

Jongseong can't help but actually grow flustered from your little praise, the knowledge of your appreciation easily heating up his whole face and he is definitely more than grateful for the fact his cheeks are already covered in deep shades of red from all the love making to hide it.

"thank you, angel girl."

You watch your boyfriend get up from in between your legs, his own slightly unstable as he comes to stand next to the bed with a water bottle in his hand.

"drink up, pretty one", he sighs and helps you with the first sip, his eyes attentively roam your sweat covered, naked body before he sighs and kisses the top of your head.

as soon as you wrap your hands around the bottle, he quickly goes to put his sweats back on and runs his pretty hands through his messy hair to reveal his forehead to your hungry eyes.

"don't look at me like that, baby", he chuckles deeply and hands you your camisole and a fresh pair of panties, which he of course helps you put on, "you might actually pass out if we go for another round."

"I wouldn't mind that, daddy", you say cheekily and join into his laughter and let yourself fall back onto the pillow again with a loud sigh.

"daddy's gonna go and run us a nice bath, yeah? I already prepared some snacks so we gotta have those before we go in and then I can wash your back and massage your shoulders just how you like it. how does that sound, princess?"

the raspiness of his vocie is already gone by the time he comes to sit next to you again, his words coated in nothing but love and care, something g so unique to park jongseong.

"perfect, daddy", you whisper and look up at him, "sounds absolutely perfect. thank you."

jongseong gives you one last kiss before he makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of a running faucet quickly following him and it doesn't take another minute for him to come out again.

"wanna go and use the bathroom really quick, while i get the snacks ready baby?", he suggests to you and smiles when you try to get up with a soft nod, however your attempt ends with jjong having to help you get there and leave once he's made sure you're safe.

after calmly watching you eat the little fruit platter he had prepared a few hours prior, jongseong insists on making you finish the bottle of water you had started a while ago, praising you for eating so well and thanking you for letting him take care of you like this.

"you're so pretty, angel", he whispers the moment you take off your camisole again to join him in the hot water, his words making your chest blossom with love in a way only he's ever managed to, "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

you instinctively pout at his words, tears actually threating to form a thick veil before you take his handsome face into your hands and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

"come on now, baby", he sighs and helps you to get seated in between his legs, smiling as soon as your soft whimper of exhaustion fills the bathroom, "there you go, good girl. now you're gonna lean back and let daddy reward you for doing so well, yeah?"

and just as usual jongseong ends the night with his strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as he tells you about all the things you do he loves or how proud he is of you for trying your best at all times. he plays with your hair and caresses your back all while littering your cheeks in soft kisses until you fall asleep in his arms and he gets to admire you for just a tad bit longer before the exhaustion catches up on him as well.

[oceanlipgloss]

WATERCOLOUR

ANDREALPHUS.

+ warnings: angst, mentions of blood and death.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Was this what it’s like to wash away one’s sins?

The water was warm on his skin. The sky may have been weeping blood above him, but that was just the shower. The enamel tub was dyed crimson, as though painted with watercolour. Molten garnets trickled down his pale flesh.

Soap makes foam that’s white in colour. Water is clearer than crystal. Red are the tears of his sick victims.

He couldn’t see, but she could; she watched the pure water turn a morbid hue. Ugly, turbid. She watched cherry-red get bleached into the shade of unhealthy peaches.

Water of nauseating colour.

Like watercolour it trickled down his closed lids. Tears of pale blood.

A vicious sight.

So much gore.

Starving burgundy snakes slithered with ominous slowness into the water. Were they his own hissing sins, or those of his violent destiny?

When he was a child, the world had bared its sharp teeth at him. He had so many enemies.

There are children who enjoy dipping their soiled brushes into clean water just so they can admire the way colour swirls and makes the liquid unrecognisable, changing its very identity and composition.

Despair is like that too at times, isn’t it...? Pain destroys some souls and mangles others beyond repair and recognition. The victims begin to wonder who they are, and whose mistake everything was.

Who was it that fucked up? Was it the people, fate, God? They themselves, perhaps? Each and all of those factors together?

So many questions, but no definite answer. Life’s complexity is a displeasure. Why do things have to be this way, stay mysterious forever?

Endless millennia to think about, thousands of subjects to ponder. There are those who have the time to contemplate, and those who disappear early. Maybe much too soon.

Her touch melted his skull. Soft. It was soft. With her breakable hands she tried to erase the evidence of his hatred. With her breakable hands she tried to clear the proof of his anguish.

Behind his lonely back, she radiated warmth.

The cold bathroom floor was wet with murky water under her feet.

Creamy was the scent of soap and rancid was the smell of blood as they twirled into one in the air, lacing the steam.

Everything could have made one feel queasy. Even him. He was marred, bloody.

Yet, with a swollen heart aching from heartbreak for his misery and lust for his body, she merely thought about how he was so sad and so very pretty.

He felt better, but she was only washing his hair. It’s not that important. It’s not permanent. Tomorrow he would once again think about something dark, something else.

Death can be nice sometimes.

After all, he was alone. He had no one. So had he not promised revenge, if it were not for bloodlust and justice, he would have liked to disappear, too.

+note: finally got around to finishing this WIP that's way past its expiration date. It's so old it was beginning to rot. Depressive episodes and stress normally paralyse my 'writing-brain,' but this was another one of those rare times in which that was not quite the case. I was still somewhat reluctant at certain parts, though that's pretty normal anyways—and surprisingly enough, I managed to continue writing with a sort of ease. Thank you to the torment for taking this damn WIP out of my way, I suppose.

On a side note, long before the game's ordeal I was clueless about how to continue all the 'What in "Hell" is Bad?' WIPs I had, so I scrapped 98% of them. As of now, I have one WIP for each of Leviathan and Andrealphus, but I'm stuck and still debating whether to finish them or scratch them out as well. Besides, the displays of greed and the in-game mess lowered my desire to write 'What in "Hell" is Bad?' fics to near 0. However, albeit the fact that I no longer feel compelled to do so, I guess I'll likely write if ideas visit me. Normally, it would be hard to resist writing an idea I like, of course.

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[blueskittlesart]

hello! i love your zelink stuff sm😭 do you have any advice on how you get your characters so textured? like,, idk how to explain, but the clothes, hair and skin have a cool smudged effect. it might be rendering, but i really like your style of it!

uhhh okay im not sure exactly what you mean so i'm just going to go over everything you could potentially be talking about lmfao. (this is the problem with having multiple coloring styles)

what i think you're probably talking about is the very soft, smudgy rendering style that I sometimes use for more finished pieces. I haven't used it that much recently though so i'm not entirely sure?? for examples it looks like this:

this is a combination of 3 different sai brush presets. I sketch with a custom crayon brush, do flat colors with sai's default paper acrylic brush, and shade with a custom watercolor brush, and then i do a second pass overtop of all that with the crayon brush again to smooth things out and define important details. these are the settings for those brushes:

if you're talking about the kind of cleaner block-color look like this, which I think is the style I use most often:

this is the same crayon brush and paper acrylic brush mentioned above, but instead of shading with the soft watercolor brush I use the same paper acrylic brush to cell-shade. color and line do most of the heavy lifting here, since the only brush with any special texture is the paper texture on the crayon brush that's used for the linework.

the third potential style this could maybe (?) be about is this rougher, more obviously textured style, although in my mind i wouldn't call this 'smudged':

this is my new holy grail brush. i love her and i use her for absolutely everything. this one is for CSP, not sai. it's called sketches / doodles by REN99W, content ID 2024976 on the asset store, and it's FREE which is insane because it's the best csp brush ive ever used in my entire life. its pressure sensitivity is really cool because at normal pressure it will basically act like a normal linework brush with a bit of nice crunchy texture, but if you press harder than normal you get that sort of spray effect that looks almost like a halftone. literally incredible. works for sketching, lining, painting, ANYTHING. this brush has carried my art for the past semester and a half

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Wassup folks I was having thoughts about Macaque and ended up writing a ficlet using said scattered thoughts about his character. enjoy o7

Wordcount: 2k

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Macaque wasn’t a very complicated person. If anything, he thought himself rather simple. 

He liked what he liked, and he didn’t like what he didn’t like. He wanted three main things, and couldn’t imagine wanting anything more. 

Macaque wanted food. 

More specifically, he wanted fruit. He loved fruit. Having food was an important part of being happy. He knew well that being happy without food in your stomach was a difficult thing. He was especially fond of the sweetness and tartness fruits would give him. He loved to eat it, loved to find the best crab-apples, plums, apricots, tangerines, and peaches, to pick them out one by one and triumphantly show them off before peeling them or shoving them directly into his mouth. He didn’t mind digging for melons that were hiding under leaves, or hunting for sugar-cane and peeling off the outer layer with his teeth for the sweet bits inside, or climbing high up to get coconuts and smash them onto rocks to open them up. Shi Hou had smashed a coconut on his own head once, splitting it in half and getting the milk inside in his fur. “Like a rock, see?” he had declared proudly. Macaque remembered hiding his face in his arm to disguise his laugh.

2. Macaque wanted the sun. 

Contrary to what a lot of humans, and even sometimes other creatures assumed, one of Macaque’s favorite things to do was nap in the sun. His fur was dark, his natural form of magic gravitated towards things like shadows and places under rocks no one could see, so many assumed he would prefer to spend his time in dark places and away from light. Macaque rather thought the opposite. He believed his affinity to shadows and dark cold places were the very thing that drove him into the sun to shake that uncomfortable chill from his bones and feel soft sweet sunlight on his skin. He loved nothing more than a nap in the soft grass with a light breeze, his stomach full of fruit and the gentle warmth of the sun touching his face and soaking into his fur. The only time he enjoyed shade falling over his face was when he looked up to find another source of light beaming down at him with the promise of mischief in its eyes.  3. (And rather most importantly,) Macaque wanted his friend. 

His best friend. His only friend really; Shi Hou, later named Sun Wukong. Without him, the fruit was less sweet, the sunlight was cooler, and Macaque was sure he would be less happy. Before, Shi Hou, fruit and the sun had been enough, but after knowing him, being near him, and following him into all sorts of fun and chaos, Macaque couldn’t imagine being happy without him. He was a second sun, a light in all the shadows and dark places Macaque used to hide. He was his best and only friend, the person Macaque would pick out of hundreds to spend time with. The only one who could drag him out of his solitude to be with the other monkeys and join in on the fun. Sun Wukong was his person, and it made him happy to know it was just the two of them against the world.

Until it wasn’t. 

Intruding on his happiness came demons, celestials, and every other groveling insect that crawled out of the bush to beg for his friends' time as Sun Wukong started to seek more power. It was fine at first, he made time for Macaque. The extra power felt nice, the reputation he started to build meant no one bothered them. He was gone now and again for increasing periods of time, but most of the time Macaque was with him, and he always came back so it didn’t matter. 

(Until it did. Until he was gone for years.)

It was fine until those three joined the brotherhood: Azure Lion, Golden Peng, Yellow-Tusk... They pushed their way in and sat at the table, taking up space and Sun Wukong’s attention. But that wasn’t what really annoyed Macaque. Shi Hou always made time for him, always listened when he spoke, which wasn’t often around the brotherhood. No, what annoyed Macaque the most was the wars they spoke of. The battles they laughed about, the glory they spoke of to Sun Wukong until his eyes seemed to sparkle, something a little ugly underneath the awe; want, but not the good kind. What annoyed Macaque was how enamored Wukong was by it all. Rebellion, they spoke of. Pushed forward by bravado, Wukong left and came back with stories that made Macaque’s hands curl into tight fists and his fur stand on end. Talk of challenging even the Jade Emperor. 

Isn’t this enough? Macaque thought again and again. Isn’t the fruit and the sun and me and you enough? We’re immortal now, isn’t this enough? But Sun Wukong was not Macaque. He was never satisfied once he’d seen the other side, once he’d had a taste of heavenly wine, once he’d sunk his teeth into the flesh of immortal stonefruit with juices sweeter than honey, nothing in the mortal world could compare. The peaches Macaque picked for him would never be enough. Macaque would never be enough next to Celestials and people who would never see Sun Wukong like Macaque did. He wanted a bigger title, sweeter fruit, “a better way of life,” he said, “for both of us.” 

Sun Wukong slipped a celestial peach into Macaque’s hands and he could do nothing but stare at it and wonder how what they had wasn’t enough for him. 

“I’ve seen things,” Sun Wukong said to him one night, the rest of the brotherhood passed out at the table. “The world is so much bigger than this, Lui’er. They laughed at me--at us.” 

“Why does it matter what they think?” Macaque had asked. 

Sun Wukong stayed silent. 

Macaque closed his eyes and tried not to think about how his friend felt more and more distant on nights like these. He tried not to think about his own hand in pushing him to this place. 

After everything, the brotherhood disbanded easily. The nights spent in camaraderie, the talk of glory, the hands on Sun Wukong’s shoulder and pushing him to the forefront of the chaos, praising him as a leader and their King meant nothing the moment he was under the mountain. They scattered like dust in the wind and, as it was in the beginning, Macaque was the only one left.

Sun Wukong was angry. After the initial I-told-you-so that resulted in Sun Wukong screaming at him, Macaque didn’t say much. He tried to keep his visits light. He tried to bring him things, tried to keep him company, but his old friend would accept none of it, his hands clenched, his eyes alight with boiling, barely contained rage and hate. It wasn’t directed at Macaque, but he still sat a distance away. He understood why so many feared him, but Macaque never had. It felt unnatural. 

Sun Wukong had plenty to say on his own, filling the silence and Macaque’s six ears with threats of vengeance and violence that made him turn away and want desperately to press his hands over his ears or stick his head into the waterfall back home so the seething sounds of Sun Wukong's anger could be drowned out. 

Secretly, privately, quietly, a small part of Macaque was glad for the chains and the mountain that held him down. He hoped it would be enough to calm his friends' anger and allow him time to cool down, time to think and see that there were more important things than power, that it didn’t matter what others thought of them so long as they had fruit, the sun and each other. But to his disappointment, nothing changed. No matter how many days passed, Sun Wukong’s rage remained, simmering and hot. It got quieter. Less threats and more growling and silently glowering until Macaque was sure he’d burn a hole right through the chains that held him captive with his glare alone. 

Inevitably, eventually Sun Wukong directed his anger towards the only available target; his best friend and the one person who hadn’t abandoned him the moment he’d lost everything. The one person who came to check on him and visit in the place with no sunshine where the chill would cling to bone even hours after exiting. 

Macaque took it for a long while. He understood there was nothing for him to do but rage and snap and insult. He understood the bitterness. Or at least he thought he did. He’d let him rage at him and blame him for it all, being trapped, being useless. He let him call him things and lash out at him even though it hurt because he thought it might make it better. He’d take it until his hands shook and he’d have to exhale to steady himself and leave through a portal, Sun Wukong yelling obscenities behind him. He’d always come back and act like nothing happened until Sun Wukong started all over and Macaque would sit until he couldn’t take anymore, leave and then come back later and repeat the process all over again. 

But even a stone wore down eventually, and Macaque was far from as firm and unyielding as stone. His friend’s words chipped away at him little by little until he snapped back, angry at him for not opening his eyes and seeing where they were, why they were there in the first place. Furious at him for being angry at everyone and everything but himself, the real reason he was chained under a mountain and uselessly screaming threats at the cavern as if the echos would carry into the Celestial Court. He was angry at him for looking at Macaque and deciding he wasn’t enough. 

“I did it for YOU--for US!” Sun Wukong roared at him.  

And maybe it had started that way. Maybe it had been for him once. For them. Or maybe Macaque had turned a blind eye to the lies that had always been there. Maybe Sun Wukong had always been self-centred and selfish and Macaque was too stupid to see it. 

He snapped back, because Sun Wukong was trapped, he was trapped and so he would sit and he would listen. He would hear every word he’d ignored, every warning Macaque had tried to give him, every accusation and hurt Macaque felt, he would hear it all and he would listen.

Macaque called him a demon. Like so many others before, every Celestial and human they’d come into contact with, he called him a demon. But unlike the others, Sun Wukong didn’t stretch his shoulder and let it roll off his back. Instead, his jaw dropped. His eyes widened. He reacted in a way Macaque had never seen him before. He saw him react and all he could think was ‘good.’ 

It was all a bit of a blur after. He couldn’t remember a lot of what he said. He stumbled and leaned against a tree. His hands were shaking, his arms were trembling. His feet were unsteady under him. They’d never fought like that before. A lot of it was a blur but Sun Wukong's last words, banishing him from returning ran clear in his ears. And that alone made him bitter enough to close his shadow portal and decide then and there he was never going back. 

Macaque had only ever wanted three things, but now? He didn’t know what he wanted. 

A lot happened after that. Bad things. Things he would rather not remember, but one thing was certain. The Six-Eared Macaque as he was, without the Monkey King was vulnerable. He was weak. He was all alone and many preyed on him simply for his association with the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.  

So Macaque did all he could think of to do. 

He built up a wall, a persona of sorts. He needed to become someone else, someone they couldn’t hurt so easily. He needed to become loud rather than quiet, brash rather than nervous, scary rather than soft. He needed to become someone no one would mess with or dare linger around. He needed to become someone powerful enough to say no. Someone who didn’t want things as stupid and simple as naps in the sun and sweet fruit handpicked from trees and being around friends. He needed to become someone who didn’t care. 

But who could he mirror? Who’s confidence and brashness could he channel? Who’s lack of care for the people around them could he mimic and hold close and make himself believe he felt? Who’s personality could he take and warp into what he remembered, vicious and hurtful and power hungry? Who’s weapon could he replicate and clench in his hand when he felt an inkling of care for people who wouldn’t care for him when it really counted? Who could he mimic to become someone else who didn’t want simple things like holding hands with a best friend and picking fruit until they smiled? 

Why Sun Wukong of course. 

The most selfish person he knew. 

(note: please don't slander sun wukong in the notes Macaque's opinions do not reflect the my own regarding the great sage equaling heaven-- hGLS;KJFD)

[qhoaaaa]

Milo with piercings and other features I imagine he has (and some hcs with Sweetheart hebehebeeheb)

Piercings!!/jewelry

He has them Dahlia piercings (lol) look them up they’re so cool

Has piercings on his ears, a few studs as well as a nose ring

Definitely buys different kinds of earrings and stuff to decorate his ears depending on the event

Brow piercing, especially on the right brow UGHH

They’re all gold colored, he also has some regular silver and black, has a few green colored studs as well

He’s gotta own a few gold chains (as a gold chain haver myself lmao), he keeps them in good condition

Sweetheart got him one as a gift and he teared up, kept asking them how much it was and they only said for him to not worry about it(it was expensive) - he wears it everyday and night and even in the shower

His neck sometimes gets nipped by the metal and when Sweetheart sees him bring a hand to rub at it, they ask, "Why don't you take it off?" And he says, "Eh, I don't wanna... it's from you, sure as hell I'm not gonna take it off."

Features:

Symmetrical beauty marks under his eyes (Sweetheart absolutely LOVESSS them, kisses his eyes a lot because of them), and on his cheeks too (genetics are INSANEEE)

Sharp canines,,, yesssss

Few patterned beauty marks on his shoulders

Most of his skin is just bare and smooth but Sweetheart loves when they see his beauty marks on his shoulders or his face when he’s taking a shirt off or resting

His back has a few long scars from sparring with the other wolves when he was younger, he didn’t want them healed fully, let them scar as a learning experience, Milo lets Sweetheart massage them or put a balm on them so the tissue doesn’t get weird, he feels all mushy (in a good way) when Sweetheart unexpectedly kisses down his scars (he makes sure to tell him it feels good too AWGWGW)

Really REALLY soft hands

Light chest hair (HSBSHS WORK WITH ME OKAY LET ME COOK)

Chest tattoo, it’s a singular design he made up himself (drew it and everything), it’s probably a symbol that’s important to him/his mother and his way to honor her, he has accompanying designs on his fingers

Tattoo of Sweetheart’s name on his nape (tell me that this wouldn’t look nice,, I’ll wait)

(Off topic but I saw a post where Marie and Colm have tattoos of Milo’s first paw prints of when he shifted for the first time and he would def do the same if he and Sweetheart have kids)

He and Sweetheart get ring tattoos on their ring fingers when discussing getting rings (I love that audio), they wear the actual rings on their thumbs

My personal opinion but he would not have grills ❌❌ (never liked those but to each their own !)

He has golden eyes (all wolves do and it’s just a variety of shades but his are golden golden and they’re so pretty, he wears brown contacts/Unempowereds see brown to cover the color)

Sweetheart has smile lines, they popped up after meeting and getting with Milo, Milo ADORES them

They used to hide their smile before meeting Milo, needless to say, they smile widely now, teeth and all and its the cutest to him, seeing that smile is how Milo knows that they're comfortable and relaxed and having fun

Theyre at least 6'3 , buff and curves THEY GOT IT ALL

Sweetheart works out at the gym semi regularly and Milo practically drools when he sees them and their muscles , they have long legs(LEG MUSCLES TOO) and he's all over them

Sweetheart loves his arms, no reason, they just do

They like to feel up and down his upper arms and his shoulders, he likes the touch

He has super curly black hair, got it from his mom (we love you Mama Greer) while most of his sisters have straight/wavy hair like their dad, no facial hair

He’s just reaaaaaalllllyyyty hot in general ouughhhhh 🫣🫣🫣

[winterhawkkisses]

Could you please write a sequel to these fics?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14880800/chapters/35263223

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16328444/chapters/38498621

Part one

Part two

All the curtains were drawn in Cryptid Bucky's apartment, which didn't help with the general - vibe. It wasn't even unpleasant; Clint was a landlord, he knew from hoarders, and this wasn't that. If anything it was minimalist, with a table with two chairs leaning against the island that split the kitchen off from the living area, a single armchair planted squarely in front of a shitty TV. It just gave off the forlorn air of abandonment, like even with Cryptid Bucky standing defensively with his arms crossed in the corner, it wasn't quite all the way lived in.

"You mind if I get the lights?" Clint asked, using the gentle voice he'd unconsciously adopted, talking to Bucky. He didn't mean to come off patronising - it was more in deference to the quiet of the space, like he'd talk in a library, or a crypt.

"Knock yourself out," Bucky answered, but he shifted his weight a little when the overhead light blinked on, the unshaded bulb not bright enough to do much to bring welcome into the space. Bucky was stood by the window that led out to the fire-escape, Clint noted, so he knelt where he was to set down his tool box, tucking it to the side next to a pair of battered boots and one off-white sneaker, so Bucky still had a straight shot to the door.

"Most likely I've just gotta bleed the radiators," Clint said, bulldozing straight over Bucky's flinch like he didn't even notice it. "Sometimes the air builds up in there. You hear 'em clanking sometimes?"

"That's what that was?"

"That's what that was." Clint shot him a small grin. There was a dish towel on the kitchen island, but Clint could see he was making the guy uncomfortable enough just existing in his space, so instead he hauled his sweater off over his head and laid it out under the radiator valve. He hadn't really considered how threadbare his shirt was, Lucky's distinctive toothmarks bitten into the hem, but it wasn't like this wasn't a pretty accurate picture of the general state of him. Wasn't like Cryptid Bucky would give a shit if he tried to make a good impression.

The radiator hissed and bubbled as the air leaked out of it, and Clint determinedly ignored the soft hush of footsteps easing up behind him. Once the dribble of water turned into a thin stream Clint turned the radiator key again, tightening the valve.

"That's it?" Bucky's voice came from just behind his shoulder, and Clint couldn't help but turn his head for a quick glimpse. Still a scowl, but a shade different - like attention, concentration, rather than helpless anger and distrust. It softened his expression just the slightest, and Clint swallowed.

"That's it," Clint said, mouth a little dry. "Just gotta do that to any radiator in the place that's cold at the top."

He watched as Bucky's expression walled off - like he was bracing himself, like he was resigned to something unpleasant - and held up the radiator key.

"Shove it through my door when you're done," he said, waiting - entirely still - as Cryptid Bucky took the key. Clint grabbed his sweater and hauled it back over his head, forgetting for a minute the rusty water soaking into the fabric, and he couldn't help wincing as its chill clung to his back.

"What do I owe you?"

Clint blinked at him for a second, nonplussed. Usually he'd make a joke about Bucky buying him a coffee, or say something about the next rooftop cookout and Bucky owing him a beer. Instead he shrugged one shoulder.

"Nothing," he said. "It was nice to meet you."

"Sure," Bucky said, his scowl deepening again. Clint listened to the lock, the chain, the deadbolt on the door before he crossed to his own apartment again.

Musta been the middle of the night, early hours of the morning, when the key was posted back through his door, taped securely to a bag of dog treats.

[cryingisnecessaryfanfics]

Christmas snippets

You'll find very quickly that I'm unreliable and unmotivated. Anyways I've been sad lately bc of Christmas so heres some fluffy xmas stuffs.

Its not a lot but its cute lolol

Childe-

-gets lonely during christmas because it reminds him of his family.

-sad but is grateful to be with you now.

-he absolutely adores being outside in the cold.

-also loves the snow.

-would 100% build a snow man or have a snowball fight with you.

-

Its not hard to find your lover around Christmas time. He's always in the same spot when he's alone.

You step out onto the porch of your shared home, shivering with the rush of cold air that now surrounds you. Childe looks up from where he's sitting, and smiles at you warmly.

"Hey," you say with a little smile of your own.

"Hey," he responds, patting his lap and motioning for you to sit. You make your way to him and settle in his lap, soaking in his warmth despite the cold weather.

"You're freezing already." He says and you snuggle into him more.

"So warm me up." You reply and turn to give him a kiss. You melt at the warmth of his mouth against yours, and when he slips his tongue just past your lips you savor the way it feels burning hot against yours.

"Will that do?" He murmurs when you part for air and you smile and nod your head.

"Thank you my love."

•

Xiao-

-hates cold weather, hes not usually around it so it hits him ten times harder than most people

-wears big coat, scarf and gloves when outside.

-is the kind of person that speed-walks in the cold so he can get to his location (aka warmth) faster.

-you guys spend most of your time inside tho.

-but he does like the sweets that revolve around Christmas.

-you guys do a lot of baking together.

-just imagine icing cookies with xiao and making little birds or something.

-so cute.

-

Theres a certain gleam to Xiao in the winter time. His cheeks turn a pretty shade of red and his eyes glow against the shimmering snow.

Though you aren't out often, considering Xiao's aversion to cold weather, when you were it was common to see him bundled up in a large coat and scarf.

"Xiao, you look so pretty today." You say quietly, gazing at him with a lovely smile.

His cheeks somehow warm to an even deeper shade of red and he looks away embarrassed.

"Thanks." He murmurs, though you barely hear it. He looks back to you after and furrows his brows.

"You look nice as well." He mumbles. He quickly takes your hand and starts to walk forward, you chasing right after him bouncing as you walk.

•

Diluc-

-So warm

-you stay attached to him at all times because of how warm he is

-you guys spend lots of time talking by the fire place or making hot coco.

-he holds your hand in his pocket and uses his vision to warm you up when outside.

-in addition he doesnt change his outfit in the cold weather. Looks exactly the same.

-sometimes you get worried so you make him wear a scarf

-but overall cozy holidays.

-he definitely falls asleep during Christmas movies though XD

-

"Diluc." You whisper. "Diluc, baby." You look over to him wondering why he hasn't answered, but of course hes already fast asleep.

You sigh and turn the movie playing off. You find a blanket and lay down next to him on the couch, covering both of you up in the process.

You feel him stir behind you, a soft murmur of your name leaving his lips.

"Yes, diluc." You respond and he pulls you closer to him.

"What time is it?" He mumbles, still half asleep.

"Just past ten." He yawns as you answer.

"Okay, i love you." He says and his body goes still again.

"I love you too."

~~~

[vinestaffery]

traffic x gender-neutral reader

content: fluff; travelling other places; idk what else to really say its purely just fluff with traffic; potential ooc? im not used to traffic

authors note: so there was a valk post i made last night that actually responded to the WRONG person and i am so SO sorry to you lunar. i tried my hardest to push this out as i do school work at the same time. do not take history trust (i blame my teacher for torturing me with this bullshit). anyways!! enjoy this mega fluff oneshot....

[Y/N] stood at the crossroads, the sun casting a warm glow on the busy intersection. People hurried past, lost in their own worlds, but [Y/N] felt a sense of calm in the chaos. The contrast between the bright sunlight and the shadows that were cast across the tall buildings created an interesting play of the chaotic dance below the tower.

They waited for Traffic, who had promised to meet them here, before they set off on another spontaneous adventure in one of the other factions. She adored the fact she was allowed to venture with him, sometimes even with Lightblox.

Traffic arrived a few minutes later, his usual laid-back demeanor evident in his slow, easy gait. His hair, a tousled mess, caught in the sunlight, giving him an almost ethereal look as he soon tipped his cone towards you. "Mi' lady," he commented, chuckling as you looked at him with a smirk. "Really?"

"Oh, c'mon, don'tcha tell me ya didn't laugh?" Traffic elbowed you in the hip. [Y/N] soon smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement. "Suure. Well, where are we heading this time?" You questioned. Traffic shrugged, his eyes wandering to the horizon as he stood and tucked his hands into his puffer- jacket pockets.

"Wherever the wind takes us, I guess. But first, let's sit for a bit. I found a nice spot over here to prepare." He pointed to a grassy patch under a free area from the chaos, away from the bustle of the cross-roads. Traffic held your hand, walking through pedestrains and endless crowds as he finally reached the area he had found, settling you down.

Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he took a slow drag before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. He leaned back into the chair. His eyes were half-closed as he soaked up the moment while you brushed the smoke away. You could hear him chuckling as you let out a cough.

There was a soft smile on their faces, something ever so comforting about Traffic's presence—a sense of peace that was hard to find elsewhere. They reached over, fingers brushing against his hair as she caressed it, laughing softly. "Your hair is really soft."

Traffic opened his eyes with a playful glint in them. "You think so? I never really paid much attention to it."

They nodded, their fingers gently threading through his hair as much as possible, trying not to knock his cone off his head. "Yeah, it's nice. Kind of like you."

Traffic chuckled, a deep, warm sound. "Flattery will get you everywhere, you know."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, Traffic smoking his cigarette and [Y/N] playing with his hair. The sounds of crossroads faded into the background, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. "You ever think about just staying in one place?" [Y/N] asked, their voice quiet.

Traffic shrugged, a wistful smile on his lips. "Sometimes. But then I remember all the places I haven't seen yet and all the roads I haven't traveled. It's hard to stay still when there's so much out there."

[Y/N] nodded, understanding his perspective. Though he isn't the type to get sentimental or emotional, it seemed that they had captured them in a moment. "I get that, but it's nice to stop and breathe every now and then."

He turned his head, his eyes meeting theirs. "Yeah, it is. Especially with you." He winked.

They shared a smile, the kind that spoke of unspoken words and uncharted paths. In that moment, under the shade of the tree, the world seemed to pause, and all that mattered was the simple, quiet connection between them.

Traffic took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice soft. [Y/N] nodded, feeling a sense of contentment. "Yeah. Let's see where the wind takes us."

The walk through the bustling city streets was filled with the usual charm of Traffic's unpredictable antics. He made strange and juvenile suggestions, like stopping at a fountain to toss in not just coins but small trinkets he found in his pockets, claiming it would bring them "extra special luck." [Y/N] couldn't help but laugh at his illogical ideas, enjoying the lightheartedness he brought into their lives.

As they approached a small park, Traffic's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Hey, [Y/N], let's climb that tree!" he exclaimed, pointing to an old oak tree with sprawling branches. [Y/N] raised an eyebrow, amused. "Why?"

"Why not?" Traffic countered, already heading towards the tree. He began to climb, his movements surprisingly agile for someone like him. [Y/N] followed, shaking their heads with a smile. Traffic always had a way of turning mundane moments into spontaneous adventures.

They settled on a sturdy branch, the city noise fading into the background. Traffic leaned back against the trunk, his legs dangling freely. "You know, sometimes I think about just disappearing into the wild, living off the grid," he mused, a dreamy look in his eyes. [Y/N] glanced at him, curious. "You really think you could do that?"

Traffic shrugged, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "Maybe. But then I'd miss seeing the smiles on people's faces and making them laugh with my weird ideas. Life's too short to take seriously, you know." [Y/N] nodded, appreciating his outlook. "Yeah, you do have a way of making things fun."

Traffic grinned, his eyes sparkling. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get down from here before someone calls the cops."

They climbed down, with Traffic making a dramatic leap from the last branch and landing with a flourish. [Y/N] laughed, feeling lighter and more carefree than they had in a while. Traffic's apathy towards his own life was balanced by his desire to make others happy. It was a paradox that made him uniquely endearing.

As they continued their walk, Traffic suddenly stopped in front of an old, abandoned building. "You know, I always wanted to explore a place like this," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. [Y/N] looked at the building, then back at Traffic. "Are you serious? It looks dangerous."

Traffic shrugged, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Danger is just another word for adventure." Despite their initial hesitation, [Y/N] followed Traffic into the building. They wandered through the dusty halls, finding remnants of the past scattered around. Traffic picked up an old, tarnished mirror, holding it up to [Y/N]. "Look, it's like we're in another world."

[Y/N] laughed, seeing their reflection in the cracked glass. "Yeah, a world where we need tetanus shots." Traffic chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Always the realist, huh?"

They spent the rest of the day exploring the building, each room a new discovery. Traffic's antics kept [Y/N] laughing, his carefree nature infectious. As the sun began to set, they made their way to the rooftop, where they sat side by side, watching the city below.

"You know," Traffic said softly. "I'm really glad we met. You make all these crazy adventures worth it." [Y/N] smiled, their hearts warming at his words. "Me too, Traffic. Me too."

They sat in comfortable silence, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. Traffic reached out, brushing a strand of hair from [Y/N]'s face. "Your hair is really soft," he murmured, a tender look in his eyes.

[Y/N] felt a blush creep up their cheeks, their hearts racing. "Thanks," they whispered, their fingers entwining with his.

[darkdemeter]

Pshhht dem, I drop this cute idea in your askbox⬇️

The horsemen (And maybe good ol' sammy) reacting to their university student! (Film major) partner inspiring their outfits on them for whenever they have to attend classes. When the horsemen (and sammy) ask why they do that they say that 1) it puts a nice challenge on their fashion skills 2)makes them feel closer to them and makes them feel less overwhelmed throughout the day.

(Inspired by: Ive been wearing horsemen inspired outfits to my uni classes, its super fun)

Have a good day and as always take your time!!!!

--Jer,a Very sleep deprived film major.

WARDROBE INSPIRATIONS

◤✘DARKSIDERS REQUESTS | CATALOGUE Horsemen + Samael x Uni student!GN Reader

NOTES ↳ That sounds like so much fun Jer I love that😭🖤 hope you enjoy my take on this and thank you for the idea submission! WARNINGS❕ ↳ just fluffy and a bit of hurt/comfort (reader gets a little anxious or low on self esteem) — certain someones get a bit thirsty, a wee little suggestive soft!18+ — I think that's it?

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University can be tough. It can get stressful and sometimes, you have to work around it to make it more enjoyable and fun. And hey, considering that the world is still working on rebuilding itself, it doesn't hurt to feel a little bit inspired by the ones acting as humanity's new sentinels. So...

DEATH

Of course you're going to wear skull adornments, whether that be a printed pattern on your clothes or the selected accessories. Yes, you try to keep it simple with a skull shaped necklace that you fiddle with all the time in class. Your professor tends to go into these passionate yet aggressive spews about filmography. To say that it can be overwhelming is putting it kindly, so you often find yourself playing with the little skull attached to its silver chain to keep your mind grounded.

As for the palette of your clothes, you have a very muted, darker shaded selection for your wardrobe. People might call you goth because of it, but hey, it suits the reaper. Maybe -- just maybe -- he slightly encouraged it beneath a dry chuckle and sarcastic drawl. Then you took it literally just to see his reaction... and there wasn't a single fucking thing! This Horseman was like a fucking brick wall. Not a damn bat of the eye, double take or even a half-assed compliment. Yes, it did put the tongue in your cheek and it did make your eyes squint in his direction whenever you stood purposefully in front of the mirror, humming loudly to yourself for an extra few minutes in hopes of gaining his impute. But he'd only say, "You're going to miss your classes." "Dust gives me more feedback and he's a bird! He doesn't even speak English!"

Death only glances up from the grooming process of Harvester, his eyes narrowed and face forever placid; unreadable. "Ugh, right... fine, classes, I'm going..." Death has admittedly played a major role in your life. Funny enough, you travelled the realms with him. A film student and a Horsemen... fun times. Until your sad ending where you lamented the fact that Death indeed played the role of a hero who sacrificed himself. The little skull necklace you wear actually holds a greater significance to you. Death of course noticed how you would caress it nervously, playing with it as you sat at your desk with your laptop screen lighting up your face in the dark. You... found it when Death disappeared into the well and you felt so lost. You had no sense of direction after that and for a while you felt stuck in a looping cycle of grief. Then you came across the unique charm and from them on, you always felt closer to Death, even when you knew he was gone. When you reunited with him, he noticed its presence immediately, huffing that the skull shared a likeness to his own mask. He doesn't at all much care with the way you dress in either casual attire or more flashy styles, merely rolling his eyes and sighing. He'll never fully understand the concept of humans being so focused on the way their clothing apparel looks. But of course, there is a weak point and the grim reaper himself isn't completely immune to this. You did wear that one outfit that had his amber eyes flickering like disturbed flames in the sunken bowels of his mask.

You'd appeared to be divine reincarnate, an intricate piece of artwork that he could fully appreciate. Yes, maybe he was a little prideful that day because what you were wearing was inspired by him. "I like that one. It suits you." Finally! That was the first, and only, compliment he voiced in regards to your actual fashioned outfit. He'd been thankful that his old, worn-down bone mask hid the flaunt of his dusted cheeks that day. Other than that, he relatively remained quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself. The only part he would always train his focus on and visibly show his interest in was that necklace. He understands that it means a lot to you and over time, it's also become tied to him. He's almost had a manic episode when you couldn't find it anywhere in your small room, almost tearing all four walls down with the aid of his siblings to find the necklace. "It's okay! I found it, it was just in the bathroom." But now in the tiring days of uni, hours dedicated more to your studies rather than sleep had you constantly reminded of the little charm around your neck and no matter how daunting the day felt, no matter how hopeless and wrecked you felt when assignments were due; you could always count on the little skull mask to keep you company in the meantime. All in all, Death is more of a sentimental type of reactor, instead focusing on the finer and more meaningful details rather than the materialistic regard. To him, the outfits don't compare to you. Not in a million years. But if you wear something black and form fitting, you're bound to catch those amber eyes on you with a prowess of hunger and admiration...

STRIFE

This gun-slinging Nephilim is just as into your wardrobe fashion as you, I swear. In the beginning, he's a tad or more confused, asking why you appear to be selecting familiar colours to his own armor and attire-- and oh shit, is that a matching scarf? Alright he's sold. Totally isn't also because he saw the few picked out undergarments you tried to sneak past him... You'll catch this witty Nephilim fawning over your matching scarf, it's just a fact. The colours of your recent wardrobe inspired by Strife, often replicate a palette of dark to almost black grays with a lot of lighter toned shades as well. You like to collect little gun and pistol charms that you either attach to your keychain or to your bag you take to class, finding them useful to play with absently while seated in class. However you dress he will find a way to support it because he wants to you feel good and secure in what you wear. "Hey, what's with the sad eyes, babe?" he asks, doing his best to cheer you up. His helm is off, showing off the handsome mug that is his rugged, defined features and that wolfish, fanged grin of his.

He stands behind you and those golden eyes of him stare at you with this fondness you find unworthy of being on you. "I don't think these pants match this shirt. I thought they did when I first bought them but now... I don't think it looks good. I think I'll just wear those sweatpants and hoodie again and get to class." You sound so defeated as you begin to search for the oversized articles of clothing you're opting to hide yourself beneath. Strife, with a sharpened tsk of his tongue and shake of his head, he snatches hold of your wrist and pulls you back to him with a reeling force. "C'mon, give me a twirl." Your brows furrow at this though your lips strain between a smile and grimace.

Was he really trying to compliment the horrible combination you picked out? His brows cock up, silently beckoning you to do so and you do, sighing quietly as you spin around slowly.

"Da-ham! You sure you gotta go to class today? I think missing one lesson for a date is worth it." Cheekily, he adds a wink and you feel your cheeks paint with a warmth an your features ease into a flustered smile. "Maybe after my class today." He grumbles with a pout but overall, he smile doesn't disappear for long. He's glad that he's managed to cheer you up. "I think I know what will put this together," he says and turns, rummaging around your closet like a feverish raccoon digging through trash. You're almost knocked in the head by several belts, an old duffel bag and a few sweaters. Finally, Strife returns and begins to wrap that scarf around your shoulders and neck, styling it much like his with the twin fabrics falling behind you.

"There you are," he grins with a deep chuckle, eyes shining brighter. "Now you've the inspired look of a horseman."

You choke on your words, eyes growing wide. "H-how did you know I—"

He leans down to brush the tip of his nose to yours, pulling you until your front is fully pressed to his own. "I put two and two together, babe. You look amazing in my colours."

As an add on because he knows you need the boost, you'll catch a shadow flittering past the window.

"What the fuck?!—" One of your classmates exclaim. Their reaction is followed by the several others who all rush off to the opposite corner of the classroom.

Only you remain seated, seemingly unaffected by their panic. You've dealt with way worse when you and Strife travelled the realms together, what could possibly be so bad outside—

Your once dullened eyes that were drowning in boredom brighten, lips freed from being nervously nibbled on. You grin widely with your teeth, abashed. Strife stands at the window with an old white poster board pressed flat on the window, scrawled in his handwriting, ' You're outfit rocks babe! ;D '

WAR

The classroom can get very cold in the winter months. And you couldn't subject War to sit beside you in class, providing you with both comfort and heat. So you go out on a mad spree to buy all the warm clothing that reminds you of him, consisting mostly of large, red sweaters and hoodies and scarves. To match the darker under suit of his armor, you pick out many pants and long sleeved tops in the same colour and to finally pull it all together... some stylish ugg boots! And you can't forget the fluffy fingerless gloves you got that match the silver adornments of his gauntlets.

Yes, Strife and Fury did catch you wearing this very replicated outfit the way to class and somehow they actually managed to mistake you for War, thinking that he shrunk. When War arrives at your dorm and enters, he can't find you at first. He only hears the muffled sound of your voice that beckoned him inside. "Y/N? Where are you?" he asks, head sloping sideways like a confused pup. You spring out from under the mountain of clothes piled on your bed. He'd thought he'd awoken an old demi-god from the way you rose up.

"Hi!" you greet happily, arms thrown out and you jump into his arms that catch you in a hug. "What is all of this?" he asks after he sets you back down on your feet and with a giggle, you pull him a little closer. "Okay, okay, so you know how I attend my university classes still?"

"I thought the building was destroyed..."

Your lips purse together in thought. Yes, the building was in a sorry state, so much so that it was why the classroom suffered poorly in winter. "Yes," you squeak out, "and winter is approaching and the room gets really cold. So! to counteract this, and the fact that I miss you. A lot. Everyday. I bought an abundance of clothes that were inspired by you!"

You can see the cogs in his head turning and the way his eyes narrow into a thoughtful glare. To further get across what it was that you meant, you began to piece together your outfit that would funnily enough be your damn near replica to his outfit in a more human, casual sense. "I see," he drawls lowly. He watches as you collect the articles off the bed and rush off to the bathroom. "Wait until you see it, it's going to blow your mind."

Some minutes pass by and War slowly paces back and forth across the flat of your dorm, waiting. The click of the door alerts him and he spins on his heel, his blue eyes beaming down the short hall at you. You step out, adjusting the red cowl of your hood and walk towards him, almost with a cocky saunter in your step. "What do you think?" He takes a moment before his scarred lip forms into a smile a the sight of it makes your heart melt. "I like it. You were inspired by me?" "Mhmm!"

You begin to do a little dance, showing off your outfit in a more silly fashion, laughing to yourself with the way War's eyes peel wider open, staring at you with this striking awe, unblinking. "Think I pulled off your look?"

"Without a doubt, my little human." He pulls you into his chest, his lips brushing over the crown of your head as he smothers you with his warmth, erasing the profound chill in your room and you sigh in contentment.

FURY

Fury just about walked right out of the shopping mall the instant you crossed the threshold. But with some words of encouragement and maybe a promise that you'd spoil her with some of that famous Gelato joint, she crossed the most dangerous battlefield she ever could in this lifetime. She notices how you keep looking at her every few seconds as you browse the clothing section, eyes squinted in your study. There were a few times she snarled, "What?"

"Nothing," you reply with a dismissive shrug. Oh, you could not handle the way she was judging you throughout the checkout process, almost scrutinising every piece you ran through. But thankfully, she seemed distracted with the gelato to forget about the shattering of your piggy bank.

She is astute and observant but it appears she missed the pattern of your choice of wardrobe until after you got back to the dorm and began to style and try on a few different combinations to find the most suitable ones. Like a switch turning on, she bluntly asks, "Did you pick out clothing that resembles me?" Sheepishly, you nod. But then Fury's lips quirk into a smugly laced smirk, eyes thinning in that prideful boast. You couldn't help but smile back. You're friends in class were going to be so jealous... and Fury was on board with that notion.

In fact, she is quite the fashion guru. A hidden talent of hers and one so deeply suppressed that even she was in awe herself with the outfits you both were putting together. She did swear you to secrecy that this side of her remain between the two of you, willing to load the credit onto you instead if only to save face from her brothers.

A strange mix of autumn and spring wear, a rainbow of aesthetically aligning colours from maroon, white and paler tones of purple. Silver jewelry is much suited to Fury, but if you do wear gold, it has to be simple. Maybe some golden, small hooped earrings, a golden ring or two and a thin gold chain necklace. You stand before Fury, two sleeved tops hovering back and forth on their hangers as you try to decide which one. "What do you think, Fury?"

"That one," she points at the dark maroon short, not even giving the other one a spare glance. Before you can even ask if she wants to see the other one, she interjects haughtily. "It matches your eyes better, I find." Her lips suddenly clap shut, slimming. She's never been that forward with her compliments before.

Warmth covers your cheek and neck. Was that her way of complimenting you? With a nod, you then toss aside the other shirt in favour of the one she chose. Pulling it over your head, you indeed agree that it looks much better, matching your eyes in a way that draws attention to them.

"You're really good at this, Fury," you giggle and you watch her shake her head, looking away. She only hums in agreement and you turn to her with a frown. Was something wrong? Cautious and aware that her temper did always get the best of her at times, you approach her and sit beside her on the bed. Your hand finds hers, squeezing it tenderly. "You okay?" "Yes, yes I am... I just..." Every time you almost catch her white, glowing eyes, she's quick to turn away.

"Fury, talk to me."

"It's just— you look so beautiful and I... I don't understand."

Your eyes lower to look down at your feet, pondering for a moment. Swallowing and calming the rapid pace of your heartbeat, time announcing the nearing hour of your class long since forgotten. "You know... it can get tedious in class sometimes. Boring and cold too. Even when my friends are there, I get this weird sense that I'm alone and I never feel that way when you're around."

Fury's head finally lifts up and she meets your gaze. "Then why don't just stop attending?" Her question is abrupt. Yes, it could be read as selfish but also, from her view, why waste your time with something you don't see worthwhile. You sigh with a shrug.

"I enjoy what I'm studying. But what I'm trying to say is that I had this thought that if I inspire my clothing after you, then maybe I won't get that strange and awful feeling when I'm in class. I hope that it lets me feel closer to you when you're not there with me."

Your fingers twine and wrangle together, taunting the bones and knuckles to ache under your grip and your knee bounces, uneasy. You wait for her to say something -- anything. She turns to you and loops an arm around you, pulling you close to her.

"Oh human, you're a silly little creature. But I love that about you and know that I'm never far."

(+ Bonus) SAMAEL

Samael adores you and your fashion statement in a way that only a demon lord can, going as far to even have intricate and unique accessories made to fit the style you're going for. He has a dark love for the many shaded pigments of red you chose in your recent shopping haul. He may be a dweller of the hellish pits but he is the Lord of Blackstone Keep. Give him credit, he has taste.

He watches you with a keen amount of interest, either silently smirking as he rolls his hand down the pronounced horn of his chin and his ember eyes flaring with that of a breathing hearth. Showers you with compliments that are undoubtedly laced with a sensual undertone -- Samael savours you and lusts for you in a way no mortal is capable of.

Samael is especially interested in the outfits you pick out that appear more flashy or risqué. He wonders if you're trying to purposefully flaunt yourself like a majestic peacock at this point but you are his dear one, he expects no less. He has a major complex that all the eyes of your peers should be upon you.

But there are times that you don't have confidence that day in what you're wearing... "I don't know, Sammy..." you sigh, shoulders deflating with what little remained of your self esteem. His hands cover you entirely, over your shoulders and down to your waist and thighs. "Shall I have the blacksmiths forge something to add to it?"

You shake your head, humming in thought as you gaze at your reflection. It's not that you think something is missing, in fact you think you may be overdoing it.

"Should I go with something more simple this week? I don't really have the energy, not with all these assignments due."

Samael huffs to himself. Not to belittle you, he just deems that any human who isn't you is beneath you, that you shouldn't have need to resign yourself to such lower thoughts and worry. No, he says again what he always says. "My dearest one, you are the grandiose of your kind. You are far more intelligent and stunning than those other mongrels who scrape at your feet an your so-called professor... hmph, he sounds more of a court jester than an actual expert in his study."

He tilts your chin up higher, raising both your gaze and your spirits and his lips twist into that crooked smirk you have come to love. Shyly, your lashes flutter as you blink and try to let your eyes fall away, but Samael doesn't relent. "Anything you wear, I believe looks perfect on you." "Aw, thanks, Sammy." You giggle, feeling an improvement in your mood and after another once over and turn here and there, you can't remember what it was you were so worried about. It's a fucking gorgeous outfit and most of all, it was inspired by Samael. You know he devours the thought that he is the muse of your inspiration. Humans often inspired by a great source that fuels their creation, of course he is greatly prideful in that. "But I am not opposed to seeing it all on the floor," he teases with a low purr and you physically have to bat away his creeping hands with a yelp, shielding your hotly reaction from him as he chuckles darkly.

"Samael!"