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[taichouu]

TAI MY BELOVED, may i humbly request gojo or rengoku if you don’t have any requests for them already? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ANY EXCUSE TO DRAW RENGOKU AGAIN IS A GOOD ONE IN MY OPINION.

[lyriumrain]

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[kaeyaphile]

disappointed but not surprised that kaeya wasn’t one of the people visiting from mond

[selfindulgentpixies]

Some personal thoughts on having a sexual relationship with Aventurine

I don't think he's the type to actually be into dom/sub sort of dynamic, going either way. I think it chafes against him mentally and emotionally given all he's been through. However I do think of him as a switch in the sense that once he's comfortable with you he's happy to top or bottom (something that is distinct from being a dom or sub). It perhaps takes longer for him to be willing to bottom, especially if it involves him being the one penetrated as it were. It's just very vulnerable and i feel like he's only really open to it after he's gotten comfortable and has perhaps been the one topping up until that point. Only after you've shown that you trust him can he fully trust you.

He doesn't like to admit it but he enjoys being treated like something delicate, something precious. Much to his embarrassment it can make him rather emotional. He will hide his face in your neck, or if he's not as comfortable as he thought he may try to make an excuse to leave, a far more common occurrence in the beginning.

Praise praise praise This man has a serious thing for being praised. Tell him how pretty he is, tell him how good he makes you feel. Sometimes sex doesn't happen even when you've planned for it. Sometimes it's too much, and the two of you just end up curled together talking late into the night. Skin on skin with the occasional kiss but mostly you just talk.

___ @kaeyaphile @pastelle-rabbit @bad-as-the-boys

[technolilly]

HELLO @kaeyaphile

[tamrielic]

please

pairing – mihris lavellan × solas

fandom | media – dragon age: inquisition

word count – 282・AO3

summary – a tiny drabble that i wrote when i finished the trespasser dlc for the first time

originally posted on – 08/18/2016

As she reached for him, panicking and sobbing, she had an idea.

“Vhenan, wait! Please!” She cried, hoping beyond all hope that he would listen.

He paused in his brisk walk to the eluvian, but did not turn.

She fumbled around in her pockets with her good arm, trying to find what she was looking for before he changed his mind.

She finally found it, grabbing it and wrenching it forwards towards him, arm outstretched and shaking but her body too tired, too pained, too overwhelmed to assist in getting the trinket to him.

“Please take this. Dorian had it made. It’s a crystal that will allow us to talk to each other. I will have the other half. I… I know you don’t want me knowing anything,” she said, tears still streaming down her face. “But I need to hear your voice. To know you’re okay.”

She heard him give a shaky sigh, his shoulders trembling the slightest amount as he turned to her and quickly stepped forward and gently took the amulet from her hand. With a solemn expression, he nodded.

“Ma nuvenin,” he whispered, turning around as he said the words, stalking back towards to eluvian.

“Dareth shiral, emma lath.” She said at his back, tears coming more easily as he stepped through the mirror.

As soon as he was gone, she fell to the ground, wailing in grief.

Seven months passed. She stayed in various inns, traveling about in search of any word, any sight of him.

One night, as she lay in bed tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, she heard it.

Across the room.

In her knapsack.

The faintest murmur.

“… vhenan.”

Her heart leapt.

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[vila-of-burning-waters]

"Ooh, a new adventure? Count me in!"

Vila <Samovila> is a Melusine adventurer from Fontaine who loves collecting stories and experiences, bringing back all sorts of trinkets when she returns. Her pets are Mel <Promelios> the Pyro Slime and Eido <Eidothea> the Medaka (Currently Eido the 20th).

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[rossithepixie]

I’m cooking something with lyney and how he’d be really good with someone shy.

Once this migraine has fully gone away i plan to write

Shout out to @kaeyaphile for being the only reason my foggy brain made it through several puzzles

[mars-colony]

Bored? Make yourself and your fave HoyoVerse guys with your bestie ( @kaeyaphile ) ✨

HSR: Me, Dr Ratio, and Dan Heng

Genshin: Me, Kazuha, and Wriothesley 💕

Here’s the adorable picrew.

[upperranktwo]

Tysm @kaeyaphile for tagging me in this quiz (what colour is your love)

Decided to make a new post rather than adding to the current one!

Deep blue is one of my fave colours so i'm happy with that

[taichouu]

hi, tai!!! 💗 for the character ask game: 2, 4, 9, 12, 23, and 25 for our beloved kyōjurō rengoku? 👀

AHHGHH A WHOLE ASSORTMENT FOR OUR GOLDEN BOY ! ^_^

2. Favorite Canon thing about him?

I truly just adore how fucking weird he is and yet is still an extremely respected person by the entirety of his colleagues. I like that he isn't this perfect mentor figure by any means; he's a bit rude, blunt and often doesn't give the best advice. But he's just such a genuine person with a strong moral compass that his passion is infectious!!

4. If you could put him in any other media what would it be?

MAN VS FOOD !!!!!!!!!!!! I need to see him eat that ginormous sasquatch burger that's like 30 pounds. I bet he could do it in three bites too.

9. Could you be room mates with him?

I think I could!! We are extremely similar, though I know our grocery bill would be so high 😭 I would be eating WELL.

12. A headcanon you have?

So we know he's particularly interested in sumo wrestling so I like to think he's also really into Theater productions? Or like street performances 🥹 I think he's just a very big fan of festivals and big celebrations and events like that because he grew up in such a quiet home.

23. Favorite picture!!

So nice you see him twice .. <3

25. First impression of him vs now?

"Haha! He's just like me fr!!!" -> "Ough . This has a little kick to it . Spicey..."

I will admit the fandom and, for lack of better terms, sensationalism of Rengoku in 2020 on other major platforms kind of made me step back from his character? I found he just moulded into something that was pretty removed from his original character so now my image of him is JUST SLIGHTLY tainted. But I try to keep in mind that whatever Rengoku means to me personally is separated from how the Fandom sees him and that's okay!

Character Asks!!

[lyriumrain]

Tagged by @noonfaerie to make some OCs with this picrew. Thank you!!

Atlanta Tabris (dragon age) Vincento (skyrim) Lynx the Courier (fallout new vegas)

tagging - @sizzlingtofu @kaeyaphile @mars-colony @winecupwars

and anyone who wants to do it, just say I tagged you ;)

[selfindulgentpixies]

Learn to play the game for me

Aventurine x GN!reader Hunger games!AU

Wrote this for @decaydaddy's event! The idea of Aventurine being a previous victor and mentor for the hunger games hit me like a truck. It just fits him really well I feel like. I can't say i'll write more for this just because I can't say i'm fully back on the writing horse yet. I was just really taken by this idea because i really enjoyed the hunger games back when i read it. Even if i only read the first two books. It'll be clear that certain scenes really stuck in my head.

header is official promo art and divider credit goes to @kaeyaphile

A sharp rip echo’s through the room before a string of curses fall from your lips. “Fuckin mother fucki’- the hell did you you warn me first?! Why do I need this done exactly?!”

“Ah ah, language, if you’re going to get sponsors we need to play up that pretty and polite image, no one’s going to want to sponsor you if you don’t.” Your mentor chides as the stylist disposes of the first paper and wax strip now coated in hair, hair that you really didn’t think there was a point in getting rid of.

You glare at your mentor, pretty as a picture as he always is. He’d even been pretty when you were young children, even if he’d lacked the flamboyantcy and refinement he now carries himself with back then. You try to ignore it as more warm wax is painted onto your leg and keep your focus on Aventurine. “And you think a few sponsors will be enough for me to survive this thing? I’ll probably end up dead, and then i’ll just leave behind a ‘pretty’ and hairless corpse.” 

Something shifts in Aventurine's eyes and he leans close to you. “You can survive this, you just need to learn how to play their game. Just like I did. Are you really ready to just give up and let yourself be chewed up and spit out?” 

Something stutters in your chest both at the intensity of his gaze and at his close proximity. Rrrriiiip- the wax strip being pulled from your skin cuts off anything you could have said, though to your credit you don’t swear this time and just let out a surprised choked sound. 

Aventurine steps back from you, the expensive heels of his shoes clicking on the hard floor as he turns away. “I’ll leave you to get finished being cleaned up.” He gives a little wave of his hand and walks away. 

___

You stand before the full length mirror, staring at yourself draped in expensive fabric you would never have  been able to imagine yourself in before. Soon you’d be sitting on a stage, selling yourself, selling the idea of you, to the sponsors who could tip the balance for you once the games begin. No. The games have already begun. Aventurine stressed that point to you, that the game began the second you were chosen as a tribute. Everything you did leading up to the fighting was just as important if not more so. You swallow thickly, your thoughts race, you weren’t cut out for this but who was? Maybe those brats in the more well to do districts. Not you though. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep your breathing in check.

Suddenly there are hands on your arms, squeezing lightly. Your eyes snap open, only to be met with your mentor’s in the mirror. Finally alone with him you can see concern there. “That’s right, come back to me, just breathe.” 

His words make your heart stutter but you do as he says, he breathes deeply and you mimic the action. Time stretches on forever with you mimicking his breathing until he seems satisfied. “There you are,” there’s a hint of a smile on his lips now. His hands smooth over the fabric he’d wrinkled while gripping your arms. “I know none of this is fair, but I’ll do everything I can to give you every advantage I can in order to even the odds.” His voice is serious, quiet, you might not even be able to hear him if not for how his lips are pressed to your ear.

“Aven…” before you can fully say his name he continues. 

“All I ask is that you fight like hell. Both on stage and in the arena. Don’t throw the game because you’re scared.” His eyes are intense, so much so that you try to glance away from his reflection in the mirror only for him to turn you toward him. 

He holds your gaze until you give him a firm nod. “Good.” He rests his forehead against yours for a moment and you feel your cheeks heat, your heart racing for an entirely new reason by the time he pulls away and steps back from you. Suddenly your hands shoot out to grab at his arms startling you both. 

“I-i..” A deep breath. “How… Did you manage it? You were a lot younger than I am now when you won.” Despite being your mentor Aventurine has actually spoken very little about his own games. He’s dodged most direct questions both by you and the other tribute.

“I got lucky.” He lets out a dry chuckle when your face contorts. 

“That’s a terrible answer and doesn’t help me.” 

“Ah ah but is it not in line with what they say about these games? ‘May the odds be ever in your favor.’?”  there’s a hint of something pained in his voice. 

“Aventurine, please, is that really all you’re going to tell me…?” 

He removes your hands from his arms before reaching up to cup your face. You feel the warmth of his hands seep through his gloves to your skin contrasted harshly against the cool metal of his rings. “Tell you what, you win and then i’ll tell you everything.”

“But-”

“That doesn’t help you win? Consider it a little extra motivation.” 

Before you can protest he steps away from you and turns to head toward the door with a little wave. “It’s almost time for your interview~” With his back to you can’t see that sadness in his expression. He’s not ready to talk about her with you yet, his older sister who’d given her all and made it possible for him to be standing here now. He can’t share that pain with someone who could be dead tomorrow. 

—

Very few could ever claim to know what’s going on in Aventurine’s head, and you certainly don’t count yourself among them. So when your interview concludes and you’re just barely off stage and he takes your hand, mouthing the words ‘trust me’ then without a moment for you to process he pulls you to him, his lips crashing with yours. Your sound of surprise is swallowed up by him as he deepens the kiss, your hands flying up to grip the fabric of his expensive jacket. You almost don’t register the gasps and murmurs of the crowd. You may not see it but this moment with your mentor is broadcasted on the large screens as he walks you back a step further into view. The way he kisses you and his tender embrace plain for everyone to see. 

Everything feels like whirlwind from there, granted everything since being chosen as tribute has felt that way, but this? The news of you apparently having a love affair with your mentor is everywhere. Headlines of how a pair of lovers are being forced apart and how one must watch the person he loves endure the same trials he once had to survive are abuzz. “Was that seriously necessary?!” Your face is heated and you can’t decide if you feel more embarrassed or angry as you stare at Aventurine perched on the love seat in your temporary accommodations. Shameless with legs spread and a knowing smirk on his lips. 

“It makes for a good story. Everyone loves a tragic love story.” He gives a small shrug. 

“Why didn’t you ask me first!?”

He raises one elegant brow. “Would you have agreed?”

“No!?” 

“And that’s why i didn’t ask. This is another way i can help you and make you more appealing to the audience. Besides… You didn’t seem to mind while I was kissing you.”

“That’s-!” Your stomach twists and you feel your face heat further if possible. 

He puts his hands on his knees before standing and walking toward you, when he’s about to pass you he speaks again, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “If it helps, I meant it. The kiss, I mean.” 

Your world slows. “You- you don’t get to just say things like that and walk away!” You follow hot on his heels as he begins to head for the door. You grab at his expensive jacket once again, the poor fabric seemingly doomed to your abuse, and turn Aventurine to face you. His expression surprises you, all traces of smugness gone. You swallow thickly. “You can’t play games with my feelings at a time like this…” Your fire seems to fizzle out further with each moment you look at him. 

“I’m not… I wouldn’t be putting so much work into giving you the best chance possible if I was.” 

“But… why now? After all this time.. After you were in the games when we were little I never heard from you again and suddenly now that you’re my mentor you’re telling me what? That you lo-” a deep breath. 

“And if I am?” 

“I don’t know… But i have missed you.” 

“That’s why you wanted me as your mentor isn’t it? I know you asked for me specifically.” 

“Is it why you accepted?” 

You meet eachother eyes and suddenly share a small moment of quiet laughter. 

“You’re impossible, you know that right? And don’t think I’m not still mad at you.”

“Win the games and I’ll make it up to you.” And he sounds so sure when he says it that a small part of you believes you could win, if not for yourself perhaps for him. Perhaps for the two of you.

The next day, standing on the platform waiting for it to rise to the arena you feel your resolve solidify. He stands in front of you and rests his forehead against yours. “May the odds be ever in your favor.” spoken for you only before he steps back, allowing the platform to rise to take you to the surface, away from him and he hopes it’s not for the last time. By the resolve in your eyes as you get further and further from him he can believe you have a chance, and that’s all you need to win a game like this.

I hope you guys liked it! Aventurine has taken over my brain lately. I've actually written a couple other things but I just haven't polished them. This idea forced me to sit down and write it.

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[milapurr]

Hi! I'm Star, and I'm a gamer and roleplayer that came from Twitter and Reddit, and I've lived here before those two anyway. Pronouns are any, really. I'm genderfluid <3. Nothing very cool about me outside of the internet, really. Kind of a lame human with 3 dogs and 1 catto who listens to heavy metal sometimes. I'm over 30 and tired.

For real, I swear, I'm just a gremlin in human skin. A tired, sad little gremlin. :)

And I'm part of: @the-hoetei-13

List of Fandoms I'm in:

INCOMING!!

Tales of, Dragon Ball (Waiting for the next season.), FFXIV (Currently playing, sometimes), Pokémon (Violet Hype!), Demon Slayer (Big Nezuko Fan), Naruto, Bleach (Caught up, feed me more content Kubo), Space Aesthetics, 90's Aesthetics, Vaporwave, Space in general actually, Marvel, X-men (Big fan of villains here.). I also roleplay, think I mentioned that already. There's too many games to list that I'm into I'm so sorry OTL.

As for music I like: Metal, Punk, Alt Rock, Phonk, I'm into high BPM drum and bass type music quite often.

(I do art from time to time!)

CATCH ME IN THE FGC! (SF6 (Juri), GGST (Testament and Baiken), DBFZ (Blue Gogeta, Blue Vegeta, Frieza), Tekken 7 (Lucky Chloe), Soul Calibur 6 (Tira) )

Also rollback for DBFZ woo.

ALSO: Man I have Bleach BRAIN ROT SO BAD.

(Dividers: kaeyaphile, saradika, redjayg, the Tira/Juri/Baiken one's mine!)

[tamrielic]

anger management

pairing – candace monroe × john hancock

fandom | media – fallout 4

word count – 577・AO3

summary – “how about this - i’m gonna let out all my anger in the form of kissing you.” she declared, scooting over until her side was pressed against his. “i... well, i guess that’s one hell of a way to vent.” he paused. “... that i’m really down for.”

originally posted on – 08/28/2019

The streets of Goodneighbor were deserted, the occupants long having turned in for the evening due to the rain pouring down in torrents.

It was nearing 1am and the rain still hadn’t let up at all when the doors to his living area slammed open, startling Hancock where he sat at the desk playing Red Menace on the terminal.

Candace stormed in, slowly shrugging out of her coat and throwing it onto the floor with an unintelligible grumble.

Hancock swiveled around in his chair, taking in her appearance with slightly wide eyes.

“Rough night, Sunshine?” He joked.

She spun and glared at him, hands busy wringing the rainwater out of her hair, otherwise he was sure that she’d likely have flipped him off.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Huffing, she stripped out of her shirt, wincing and bringing his attention to the bandages around her torso that had been hidden under it.

“Shaun sent me to Bunker Hill to reclaim some synths.” She replied briskly as she watched the emotions ranging from shock to rage to concern on his face. “I managed to notify the Railroad ahead of time so they were prepared, but somehow the fucking Brotherhood got wind of everything and showed up guns blazing.”

He stood up from his position at the desk and took a step towards her, fists clenched at his sides.

"They opened fire on you?" He sneered.

She shook her head. “No, fortunately I wasn’t under fire from any of the forces there.” She groaned, walking over and sitting gingerly down on the couch.

Gesturing to her bandages, he gave her a questioning look.

“I had to kill the Courser he had sent with me in order for the synths to go free.” She hissed, pulling a fresh roll of bandages out of her pack and setting them on the table before beginning to unwrap the dirty ones on her torso to reveal dark purple bruises on her brown freckled skin.

He quickly strode over to the couch, sitting beside her and grabbing the roll of bandages off the table.

“Let me help at least, you don’t gotta do this alone.” He whistled as she finished uncovering all of the damage. “He did a number on you, didn’t he?”

“Caught me with his elbow and threw me hard into some cabinets. Pretty sure I have at least one broken rib. I used a Stimpak and wrapped it best I could after I met with Shaun and then hauled ass back here.” She groaned, grimacing as he slowly and carefully began rewrapping her abdomen.

He finished with the bandages and sat back, noticing how she remained tense and seething. He glanced up at her face and found her staring at him with an inscrutable expression.

“Shaun had some choice words about the Commonwealth. And me.” She muttered.

“Anything I can do to take the edge off, Sunshine? Just say the word.” He offered, concerned with how furious she seemed.

She blinked and a tiny smirk played at her lips.

“How about this - I’m gonna let out all my anger in the form of kissing you.” She declared, scooting over until her side was pressed against his.

“I... well, I guess that’s one hell of a way to vent.” He paused. “... That I’m really down for.”

Her smirk grew into a wide smile and she pulled his head down towards her own. “Good.” She whispered, claiming her lips with her own.

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[taichouu]

hmMm for the character bingo thing, shuhei hisagi and/or kyojuro rengoku? 👀

I did both just for fun!!

Hisagi [purple]: God what a man. Two bingos! Nearly three.. only if he was a bit more unleashed 😓 .. he is so complex and I adore him greatly. What a character!!!

Rengoku [yellow] : the guy ... I certainly love him so much. I try to separate how I view him and how the "fandom" views him .. I have a lot of personal love for him for a lot of reasons that I'm sure long time Tai fans know.

Send me a character for bingo !!