#oop he just ate a lady?

[malintzyn]

anime is normally horny - i understand this

and usually i dont watch the overly horny ones, it bores me and is mostly kinda uncomfortable.

but i didnt expect this anime to be THIS horny (even if the first thing they talked abt was the preference of ass over boobs(and All they talk about is BOOBS))

yet i am so fucking captivated

its funny, its weird, its beautiful, its so STUPID!!

overall, this is a great show!

[damfangirl08]

A day in the life with my family(illustrated):

Three of my siblings and my sisters boyfriend trying to get my cat to join them on the trampoline(note her expression)

My mom petting our cat on the couch sayinh "is something wrong with you" with a baby voice(he usually doesn’t like cuddles)

Me and @blueskybehindtheclouds bonding on a piano chair that barely has space for one person on a good day(honorable mention to our cat named chat noir)

And last but not least this with no context im not giving context

[mondaymelon]

— "𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂...𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴?" ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, scaramouche x gn!reader: 

⤷ slight angst + comfort n fluff (oops i made kazuha’s part abnormally long) ⤷ They make you cry.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis

At first, XIAO doesn’t understand that his words have cut you. 

He was always one with a blunt, yet sharp tongue, never afraid to speak his mind or to criticize your actions on the slightest whim. After all, why should he be hesitant? His power is common knowledge - as an illuminated adepti, there’s few who can rival his dexterity.

But he never expected his words to hurt you. Xiao has never fully understood human emotion. He’s always isolated himself from the foreign concept, determined to separate him and such… frivolities. Emotions are for mortals, and he is not one of man. In his manner of thinking, he’s just helping you improve yourself, so why are you…

“Archons, Xiao. It’s always about my mistakes. My mistakes, over and over and…” Then your wavering voice cuts off as you swallow, hard. What did he do wrong? Why were you acting this way?

That’s when the aloof yaksha notices the crystal teardrops spilling from your eyes, running down your cheeks and staining the skin it trails. The slight hitch in your shallowed breath and the way you stray from his touch, trembling, anxiously wiping at your tears.

“...Love?” He isn’t accustomed to seeing you like this, avoidant of his gaze and so… vulnerable. “Wait, please-”

“Archons, love. Please, look at me.” Xiao takes your wrist in his gloved hand, his grasp cautious yet firm. His voice is pleading, quiet, strained with desperation.

“No, I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His voice shakes as he tries to meet your eye.

“Love, you are perfect. I never meant to say otherwise.” Please, believe me.

“I’m sorry. So please…” He detests the way he’s acting, heart racing so shamefully, yet still embraces you tightly, skin cold to the touch.

“Stay by my side.” ♥

KAZUHA’s eloquent wording is one that never ceases to amaze, so it’s only a twinge of misfortune that causes a misunderstanding to form.

As a poet, the way he speaks is quite ornate, a manner in which people may not comprehend. However, that’s never exactly been a problem when it comes to the communication of the two of you. You understand Kazuha, and that translates to his speech as well, so in a way, it’s only natural.

Yet…

“The show was incredible, wasn’t it?” You take Kazuha’s hand, and follow his gentle tug on yours as he leads you out of the crowd, smiling back at you. The white haired male, being the traveler he was, decided to take you for a night out in Liyue Harbor, where the two of you first ate a fine dinner, and just finished viewing a performance from the Liyue Theatre. Your heart still raced from the night’s breathtaking sights and wonders.

“Indeed it was.” He closes his eyes, a sign that he’s content, and you can’t help but widen your grin. “The main casting role, the lady with the flowing dress, was exceptionally talented. Just from the way she glided about the stage… you can tell she’s experienced, and blessed with bountiful potential.”

You nod along, albeit a little awkwardly. There’s nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you to discuss such topics, but for some reason, the way he’s speaking about her just makes your insides want to crawl.

He’s still droning on, eyes sparkling. “...Then, at the final scene, when she began to sing… say, Love, why don’t you try theater? It might suit you well. Maybe one day you’d be on a stage, just like her.”

What the male meant was: try theater out, you’d do well.

But what you heard, instead, was: you should do theater too. then you could be as brilliant as her.

You hated the way it felt like he was comparing the two of you, weighing which one held more worth.

“I know! We’ll be staying here for a while, so why don’t I sign you up for…” His voice trails off as he lets go of your hand, aware of the tears that are starting to form in your wells. “Love, what… what’s wrong?”

“Kazuha… please, stop.”

“...What?” He seems genuinely clueless, but clasps but your hands in his, a worried gaze written all over his face. “No, I…”

“Please stop comparing me to her. I already know I don’t deserve you… it’s just…” Fuck, now you really couldn’t stop the way the droplets started rolling down your cheeks, stray tears falling from your eyes and splattering onto the wooden planks below. All of your discomfort seemed to infuse themselves into the shameful adrenaline that was coursing through your veins, because you had worried if you weren’t good enough for Kazuha. Someone as lackluster as yourself, going out with a handsome young swordsman, intelligent, kind… he was loved by many, and you…

“...Love, please!” 

When did he get so close? He’s leaned in, concerned, crimson-eyed gaze trained onto your every movement. “What are you even thinking about, to be breathing so heavily… no, c’mon love, look at me.” And when you do, eyes meeting his, his mouth morphs into a somewhat smile. “There must’ve been a misunderstanding.”

“Because you are most certainly superior to any other person in Teyvat.”

“And of all people, you…”

“I am the one not worthy of your love, so don’t ever say that again.”  ♥

SCARAMOUCHE doesn’t care at all, why should he?

He said some stuff that you took too close to heart, so what? If he hurt you, why should he fret over it? You’re strong enough to take it. All he said was one or two harsh words that merely came to mind, so there’s no need for you to be all wounded over it, either.

“Yeah, you’re pathetic.” Scaramouche scoffs at you, one hand on his waist while the free one makes sarcastic motions in the air. “You can’t even get one thing right, can you?”

The “thing” in question, in fact, was making Scaramouche dinner. You added a pinch too much salt, and now the male seemed to act like you’d committed a grave offense upon humanity… but then again, he was always dramatic, so this time shouldn’t be any different, right?

“I… I tried my best…” Your voice trails off as you cringe under his undermining glare.

“Clearly, your ‘best’ wasn’t enough.” His jeering tone is enough to make your heart shatter as you glance up at him, eyes wide. You don’t realize you’ve begun crying until you feel the sensation of tears spilling down your cheeks, falling from your eyes with silent melancholy as you seem to choke on your own words.

“Why are you… why are you crying?” You’re scared to look up at him, whatever expression he’s making, so you keep your head down, pitifully wiping your tears away.

“I’m not.”

“Sure you aren’t.” His voice is airy as he rolls his eyes, frowning at you. What, now you get to act all disheartened? What did he even do to upset you?

“I’m not crying.”

“C’mon, Kuni. It’s okay to say if you’re sad. Here, cheer up, and I’ll give you this flower, okay?”

A voice echoed in his head.

“...Huh?”

And it’s strange, really, how the sight before him mirrors one from long before. The way your eyes hold so much sorrowful desperation, the way you seem so broken inside, and most of all, the way the tears that run down your face seem achingly familiar.

“Shit.” His voice seems small, too small. “Wait, love, I-” His voice cuts off as he sighs, unsure of what to say. The beating of his anxious heart overpowers all noise.

“Love, I was… joking. I don’t mean any of it.”

“You being here is a blessing of itself.”

“Archons, please know how much I love you.” ♥

(a/n) i accidentally made xiao's part the shortest i am a disgrace to humanity

[strang3lov3]

Everyday I'm Shufflin'

Joel Miller x Fem Reader

Summary: Joel is shocked, horrified, disgusted, and absolutely appalled to learn you, an adult, cannot shuffle a deck of cards. He makes it his mission to teach you in a rather unconventional way 😈🔥😍 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smutttt, kind of soft dom! Joel (y’all know the fuckin drill, but this is like the softest soft dom), oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, undefined age gap, unprotected PIV sex, Joel is a sweetie honestly, loosely proofread bc I was so excited to get it out to you guys.

Word Count: 6k (oops)

A/N: Dumb title I know…but listen ladies…I was playing Gin Rummy with my man a few nights ago and he tried to teach me how to shuffle a deck of cards. I have never been so turned on watching him do something so simple. His hands were so skillful, his voice was so smooth and comfortinggggg

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How you learned to shuffle a deck of cards was rather…unorthodox. To say the least. 

It started with a game of Gin Rummy. 

Joel read once long ago that when shuffling a deck of cards, it is statistically more than likely that the particular order of shuffled cards never existed before and will never exist again. 

Joel had played enough games of Solitaire by himself and shuffled enough cards over the past twenty-odd years that he was sure he beat that statistic. What else is there to do when you’re bored as shit in the apocalypse?

It was safe to say Joel was more than sick of Solitaire. So one morning at breakfast, he invited you to join him for a few games of cards. Nothin’ fancy, he said. 

You said yes, of course. Joel Miller was distant, reserved. Standoffish, even. But he seemed to have a soft spot for you.

He noticed you sitting alone at dinner about a year and a half ago. He was alone too, Ellie usually ate with Dina. She was too cool for him, he guessed. You looked quite a few years younger than him and looked bored and lonely, nudging and poking at the food on your plate. It made him feel sad. 

The next day, you were alone again. And the day after. And the day after that. On day five when he found you sitting alone, he decided to make his move. Instead of going to his usual spot at the end of the banquet tables, he sat across from you. 

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised in confusion. “Can I help you?”

He didn’t think it through. He had no idea what to say, no idea how to make conversation. How to explain why he was sitting there.  “I just, uh. My juvenile delinquent ditched me. Just wanted some company. I’m sorry, this was dumb,” his voice was gruff and low as he reached for his plate and began to stand up. “I’ll leave ya alone.”

“No, no. Stay,” you corrected yourself. “I didn’t mean to come off rude or anything, you just surprised me. Joel, right? Tommy’s brother?”

He nodded yes. You gave him your name and held out your hand. “Nice to meet you, Joel,”

“You as well, darlin’,” he took your hand in his and gave it a firm shake. His hand was warm and calloused.

And that’s how it started. You hit it off completely. Conversation was slow and awkward at first, but eventually it began to flow naturally. Joel was older, but the type of person you could talk to for hours. Like when you talk about your favorite food or movie and hours later you’re laughing about something random and obscure, and you wonder to yourself how you even ended up on that subject. You met for breakfast and dinner every day. 

“So I’ve got a proposal for you, darlin’,” he said, taking a bite of his buttered toast. 

“Pray tell, Mr. Miller!” you requested, a curious tone in your voice. 

“I’m sick of solitaire. Been playin’ it every damn day for too long now. Come over for cards tonight?”

You paused, pressing your lips in a thin line. Card games weren’t really your thing. You remember Tommy and Maria and how they tried to teach you euchre a while back. It didn’t end well, you left with a migraine and no understanding of how to play euchre. But there were a few games you enjoyed. “Depends. It’s not euchre, is it?”

“Nope. That’s four players, sweetheart,” he informed. 

“Poker? Because I don’t know that one either,”

Joel rolled his eyes. He’d have to teach you that one sometime. “No, not poker,” he chuckled when you let out a sigh of relief. “Tell you what, we’ll do any game you want. I’m just sick of playin’ with myself,'' Joel balked, then winced at his poor word choice. He absolutely did not mean to say that. 

Your eyes widened in amusement at his silly word mishap. Now that must be a sight for sore eyes, Joel playing with himself. You tried to push the image out of your mind, but it was nearly impossible. You spent many nights with your hand between your thighs, picturing Joel naked and moaning on top of you. Or under you. Or behind you. Sometimes all three. The truth was, you needed Joel badly. Like, desperately. “Tired of playing with yourself, huh?” you teased with a smile and a playful glint in your eyes.

Joel pouted, the slightest tint of rosiness blooming on his cheeks. You idiot, he scolded himself silently. “Shut up, smartass. Are you comin’ over or not?”

“Duh. Ellie gonna be there?” 

“Probably not. It’ll be just us, most likely. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled. Finally, real alone time with Joel. Maybe tonight you could make your move. You hoped that Joel thought about you too. You caught his lingering stares, picked up on his cautious flirting. He could be so sweet and so charming, it had to be because he liked you too, right? But he was from Texas, so maybe it was just his southern gentlemanliness. Either way, it was worth a shot. 

“Let’s meet here for dinner like usual, and then we can go over to my place. That work?”

You smiled and nodded, trying to keep cool. Excitement was bubbling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Then it’s a date,” 

A date!!

After breakfast, you went home and spent most of the day picking out a cute outfit for the evening. You went through nearly every piece of clothing in your possession, eventually settling for your favorite pair of jeans, a tank top, and a zip up hoodie. Casual.

Dinner came and went as normal. Joel was dressed as his usual self. A dark red flannel and some jeans that hugged his ass a little too nicely. You shared a good conversation, and when you finished eating, Joel took your dishes away and then met you at the door. 

You walked side by side until you got to his home. It was cozy and inviting, Ellie’s drawings displayed prominently on the walls. Little tchotchkes and knick knacks here and there. A few old pictures, old books and magazines. His weathered deck of Bicycle playing cards sat in the middle of the dining room table. 

Joel pulled out a seat for you and brought you a glass of water. He sat right next to you on the other side of the table. “So,” he started, reaching for the deck. He split the cards in two, braced his fingers along their sides and ran his thumbs from bottom to top. The cards fell in a swift and staggering motion. Effortlessly, he brought the cards up and bent them into an arch, letting them fall. “What card game we playin?”

“I was thinking we could play Gin Rummy?” you asked sweetly.

“Good choice,” he replied. He had some other games in mind, but couldn’t say no to your request. Joel dealt the cards expertly, quickly placing ten cards each in front of yourselves. The thwap thwap thwap of the cards hitting the table was such a pleasant noise. You loved how skillfully he moved his hands. 

You brought your cards to yourself, doing your best to sort them into different groups. Unfortunately, Joel gave you the shittiest hand he possibly could have. This would be a swift game, you assumed. Joel snickered when he sorted his cards. By the looks of it, he already had the beginnings of a few good sets and melds. “Gonna kick your ass, darlin’,”

You grumbled in response. Joel flipped the first card up, motioning for you to make your choice. You couldn’t do much with it, so you passed. Joel took it, then discarded one of his own. You were right. The game went by quickly. Within minutes of playing, Joel showed you his hand. He had, in fact, kicked your ass. He was smiling and giggling and bragging, almost how a child would. You loved the way his eyes sparkled and the crinkles that framed them just so. He was too handsome for his own good.

He took your cards and placed them neatly in with the rest of the deck, then placed the deck in front of you. “Your turn to deal. We’re playin’ again,”

“Good. It’s about time I deal. You gave me the crappiest hand you possibly could’ve!” you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I purposely gave you a shitty hand because I need to rig the game in order to win. Or maybe I’m just better than you,” he taunted with a smile. He could be such a sarcastic prick at times. You rolled your eyes in response and Joel pointed to the cards. “Deal for me now, sweetheart.” 

This is when all hell broke loose. 

You took the cards in your hand, doing an awkward shuffle. Moving some cards sporadically here and there and mixing them on the table. It wasn’t the prettiest way to shuffle cards, but it worked. Right?

No, not right. Not according to Joel. 

His jaw dropped, eyes squinted and his brow furrowed. He is completely and utterly appalled. Disgusted. Horrified. Offended. “What the fuck is the matter with you? What are you doing to my cards?!”

You stopped your actions. “What?” you asked worriedly.

“My cards! That’s how you’re shufflin’ them? Is this some kind of joke?” his southern accent intensified with his anger.

You looked down at his cards. None were bent or damaged in any way. “Joel, it’s fine,” you chided. “You’re so dramatic.”

“No, it is not fine. You mean to tell me this is how you shuffle cards?”

“Yeah, so?” Joel scoffed. “Unacceptable,” he takes the cards from you, huffing and puffing as he sorts them into a neat stack. “You’re an adult. Do it the right way.”

You give it your best shot. Trying to picture the way he shuffled, you mimic his finger placement and drop the cards, sliding your thumbs along the top edges. They don’t stagger nicely, however. They kind of plop on top of each other in groups. 

Joel sighs in disappointment. He takes them from you in a sharp motion. “Give me those,” he grumbles. “You don’t know how to shuffle?” You shake your head no. “Gonna teach you, then.”

He splits the deck in two, then faces the cards so they’re mirroring each other, just like before. “Like this, darlin’,” he starts. “You place your pinkie, middle, and ring fingers at the far end. Pointer is bent at the knuckle on top, thumbs at the close end,” He shows you his hand placement, turning the cards so you can see all angles. “See?”

Joel is rambling about hand placement and how to move your thumbs. But you can’t help it. You’re practically salivating watching him move his fingers so skillfully. As he’s explaining how to slide your thumbs slowly up the cards, you’re picturing his thumb on your hot center, slowly sliding up your folds. 

“You try now,” he sets the deck down in front of you. 

Shit. You can’t remember a thing about what he told you. He helps you move your fingers properly and you freeze, your brain is short circuiting. His fingers are pure electricity on top of yours. 

You take a breath and try again. Somehow, it’s worse than before. 

“No, like this,” Joel takes the cards and begins rambling about the cards again. Now you’re watching his middle three fingers, wondering how they would feel inside you. How would they stretch you, how would they move? He’s so fucking good at this. It turns you on. 

Joel says something, but you don’t answer. He looks at you, noticing your glazed eyes. You’re on another planet. “Are you even listening to me?” “What?” he breaks your trance. You meet his eyes, his eyebrows are raised and he looks rather irritated with you. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry,” you smile sheepishly.

“What’d I say?”

“You said,” you begin, trailing off when you can’t think of a good lie. He caught you, you weren’t listening at all. You couldn’t repeat a single one of his instructions.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” Joel’s words are bitter and he feels upset. He thought this would be a nice way to spend some alone time with you, and you couldn’t give less of a shit about tonight. It’s jarring, he didn’t expect this from you and it stings him. 

“No! Of course not, Joel. I’m sorry,” Oops. Probably shouldn’t have been fantasizing about what his fingers could do to you. Rookie mistake, that’s the first rule of learning to shuffle a deck of cards! Never fantasize about your teacher’s fingers! 

“Then what is it?”

You hem and haw, rattling off whatever you can think of to answer him. He’s not satisfied and you can see it. His brow is flat and he wears a frown of disappointment.  

“Quit lyin’. If you’re bored, just say so. Won’t hurt my feelings,” Lies. Joel’s heart is crumbling at the thought of you being bored of game night. He’d actually been planning on inviting you for a while, and finally gathered the courage today. 

 “I’m having fun with you,” you stammer for a second, “I promise.”

“Yeah. Seems like it,”

You groan and bury your head in your hands. There’s no way out of this. You have to tell him what’s really going on. “Fine, Joel. You want the truth?”

“Yes, I do. Enlighten me,” he deadpans. 

“Fine,” you inhale and close your eyes, mentally preparing for the humiliation you’re about to inflict upon yourself. “Your fingers. Your hands. The way you move, the way you’re so good at this. It’s sexy, okay? I can’t fucking focus.”

Joel’s in disbelief that he heard you correctly. When the words finally register, a smirk curls up on his lips. He feels a little guilty for accusing you of not caring. But then again, he never would have thought shuffling cards would be a turn on for a woman. Poor thing, he thinks. You’re not bored, you’re just hot and bothered. It’s no wonder you can’t focus. “You think I’m sexy?”

You stare at the cards, avoiding his stare. God, this is embarrassing. “Yeah, of course,”

“Of course, huh?” he taunts you with a shit eating grin. “My fingers are gettin’ you all worked up, is that right?”

You finally build the courage to look up. There’s no animosity or malice in his gaze, just amusement. Your confidence is beginning to return. “That’s right,” you reply with a whisper. 

“Wow. My fingers gettin’ you all hot and bothered and I’ve never even touched you,” he teases. “That’s what’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours? You’re thinkin’ about me touchin’ you?”

You nod. “How could I not? I always do,”

“Oh darlin’, how you flatter me,” He pauses, thinking. Joel gets a twisted idea then, and places the cards in front of you. “Tell you what, sweet thing. You shuffle those cards real nice for me, I’ll use my fingers on you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Joel, please,” you rasp out. You took the scenic route to get there, but the night is finally headed in the direction you had hoped for. 

Joel makes it look so easy. Just focus a little harder, and you’ll do it. You split the deck in two, mirror the cards, place your fingers properly, and–

Plop plop. Plop. 

The deck splits in large chunks with a few single cards falling near the end. You exhale in frustration.

“Come on now, sweetheart. You want me to touch you, right?” Joel’s wearing a twisted smirk, so smug and cocky. “What’re you screwin’ around for?”

Joel loves teasing his partners, he loves building up tension so palpable that it could be sliced with a knife. 

You glare at him. You’ll show him. It can’t be that fucking hard to shuffle a damn deck of cards. You repeat the shuffling motion, failing again.

You grunt at the deck of cards, wishing you could make them burst into flames. You try again, and fail. Yet again. 

You try again. Fail.

And again. Fail.

And again. Fail. 

Focusing is becoming increasingly difficult with the throbbing growing stronger at the apex of your thighs. 

You huff indignantly, slamming the cards on the table. “Fuck this,”

“Hey, now. If you’d’ve just listened to me you’d get it right by now,” Joel steps out of his chair and hovers behind you, then motions for you to begin again. He places his hands over yours, separating them a little. “Hands are too close together, darlin’. That’s why the cards aren’t falling right. Now try.”

You steady your breath, focusing on the cards. You slide your thumbs up the edges slowly and watch the cards stagger perfectly. The pitter patter of each card hitting the other is the most beautiful and relieving sound you’ve ever heard. You gasp, amazed that you finally did it. 

Joel opens his mouth to praise you, but you interrupt him by practically leaping out of your chair and into his arms. Without thinking, you grab his face and press your lips to his, kissing him hard and fast. Your lips slide sloppily against his and your teeth click together every so often. 

Your hands leave his face and furiously unbutton your jeans and you grab his hand, shoving it down the front of your pants. You moan when his fingers reach your center. 

Joel’s instinct is to tease you some more, but you’ve done that to yourself enough already. It’s evident by the river flowing between your thighs. You gasp when drags his middle and ring fingers up and down your seam. 

“You poor thing,” he whispers into your lips. “Fuckin’ needed this, hm?”

You don’t answer him, you can’t. You just whimper into his mouth. His strong nose presses against your cheek and his lips are soft against yours. His calloused fingers paint steady circles against your clit and his other arm is around your waist, holding you tightly against him. He can feel your knees beginning to buckle and he relishes in the way you’re unraveling, just for him. 

He parts from you and removes his hand from your pussy. You let out a cry of frustration at the loss. “I know, darlin’,” he sympathizes.

 He sits on his chair and pulls you close to him by your hips, then tugs your jeans down your thighs. He motions for you to take them off the rest of the way and then guides you to sit in his lap, your back flush against his chest. He pushes his hand down the front of your panties and returns it to your pussy, circling your clit once more before pushing two fingers inside your wet heat, curling upwards and hitting the spot that makes your thighs tremble. His hot breath tickles your ear and sends a shiver down your spine. “Did so good, baby. So good for me,” 

A strangled moan gets caught in your throat. His fingers feel incredible, stretching you out and pressing into you. 

He loves the wet squelching sound of your pussy, he loves the way your head is resting on his shoulder, your lips pressing into his neck as you whimper sweet nothings into his skin. His other arm is wrapped tight around your body and he squeezes your breasts in his big hand, pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. “God, you don’t take much at all do you? So sensitive, just for me,”

His cock is hard beneath you, poking through his jeans and into your back. He desperately wants to be touched, wants to take this further and fuck you hard and deep. But not yet. 

“Joel, I want more now,” you whine, feeling heat deep in the pit of your stomach. 

“You want to come now, sweetheart? Come all over my fingers?” he nudges your thighs farther apart and you open up deeper for him. He removes his hand from your breasts and trails it down your body, beginning gentle circles on your clit while the fingers on his other hand continue curling into you. 

“Please,” you cry. You’re so noisy, he’s thankful you’re screaming into his bad ear. 

“‘Course, baby. You can let go. It’s okay,” he coos. If only you could see his devilish smirk and know what twisted idea he’s conjuring up in his head. 

With his permission, you let yourself go. Your face and chest flush and your muscles squeeze around his fingers erratically. ���Fuck, fuck, Joel,” you moan.  Joel continues his work on your pussy as you ride out your high. It’s a delicate orgasm, soft and gentle. It feels wonderful, but you need more. 

With shallow breaths, you compose yourself and turn to face him. You press kisses to his lips and his jaw and down his throat. Then, on your knees, you reach for his belt buckle. 

“What d'ya think you’re doin’, sweetheart?” he questioned you, his voice taunting and playful. He grabs your hands and holds them tightly to stop you. 

“What do you mean? I’m going down on you,” you reply, baffled by his question. “Then we’re gonna fuck.”

“Ah, ah,” he tuts. “No we’re not.”

“We’re not?”

“No. I never said I’d fuck you. I told you I’d use my fingers on you,” Of course, he knew you thought this would go farther. But Joel revels in teasing a woman, making her beg and cry for him before finally giving in. 

You scoff in disdain. “But I wanted more,” you complain. 

“I know you did, baby. If you want my cock, you have to work for it. You didn’t shuffle the cards right,” he tells you plainly, as if it was so obvious. “Shuffle the cards right and I’ll fuck you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Yes, I did. You watched me,”

“I did watch you, and you didn’t do it right. Have to finish with the bridge fall, sweetheart. Or else you’ll bend my cards and I’ll be real upset with you,” he explains, feigning sympathy for you. “I’d have to punish you. And you really don’t want that, baby. So why don’t you be a good girl now, shuffle those cards the right way so I can fuck you real nice, just how you wanted.” his voice is dark and low and serious, you love the gravelly rumble coming from deep in his chest. “Do that for me?”

You love the threat. One day you’ll have to bend his cards, just to see what he’d do to you. But you have bigger concerns at the present moment. 

You take a step back to your seat and sit, the cold wood of your chair is refreshing on the hot and sweaty skin of your thighs. You grab the deck, separate it, and take a deep breath in and let it out. You move your hands apart just a touch, just as Joel instructed earlier. And you let the cards fall into place. 

With your hands now holding the shuffled cards, you try your best to maneuver them into falling into place. It doesn’t go as planned, the cards flop backwards and scatter all over the table. 

Joel bites back a smile, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Havin’ trouble?”

“No. I can do it,” 

You try again. Split the deck, run your thumbs up the edge of the cards and–

The cards fall in chunky groups, not quite the elegant shuffle Joel was looking for. Oops. Fucked that one up. Not to worry, you’ll just try again. 

This time you shuffle correctly, attempt the bridge fall once more and fail. Again. You hear the clink of Joel’s belt buckle fall and watch him unzip his pants and pull out his cock. It’s hard and the tip is blushed as he begins to stroke himself. “Better get it together, darlin’. I’m gettin’ tired of waiting on you,” 

You glare at him silently. 

You steady yourself and try again. And fail. Fucking again. Joel lets out a low whistle and spits into his hand, then brings it to his cock again. His fist is moving up and down his shaft and he shrugs at you, as if to say ‘Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t help it’. This is a delightfully unique change of pace, he thinks. He’s not doing a thing to work you up, your pleasure and release is all dependent on yourself alone.

Alright. Once more, this time with feeling. 

Fail.

You try and try and try again, failing each time. Your fingers are exhausted and your palms are sweaty, causing you to slip up. And Joel’s sitting there, playing with his cock and not saying a thing. You’re so beyond irritated, completely tired of this torturous bullshit. Tears of frustration well in your eyes and spill out and down your cheeks. This is fucking agonizing. You ignore your tears, hoping that if you don’t acknowledge them Joel won’t either. You try again. Nothing. You let out a cry in dissatisfaction.

“I know, baby. You’re tryin’ so hard,” Joel whispered earnestly. You just let out a dry laugh. “You are,” he continued. “Take a deep breath, focus for me. You got it.”

You shuffle the cards, set up the arch. “Easy, now. Lift up one thumb, let the cards fall. You can do it, baby,”

You do as you’re told, lifting up your left thumb slowly. You can’t believe your eyes as you watch the spill neatly into each other. Fucking finally.

You drop the cards and let them scatter slightly on the table. In a rush, you leap to Joel and drop to your knees, not even caring about the way the hard floor makes your knees ache. You swat his hand away from his cock and part your lips over the tip, feeling him slide past your tongue and down your throat. 

In your fantasies, you’d tease him with your tongue a little. Make him want you, need you. But not here, not now. You’re hungry for his cock and want to waste no time with him. You savor the way his cock feels so smooth and soft in your mouth, the slightly salty flavor of his skin. It’s all so…Joel. 

Even Joel was surprised by how eager you were. He gasped when you took him into his mouth, but quickly relaxed as you began your pace. You gripped his denim clad thigh in one hand and brought the other to the base of his length, twisting and pumping it as you bobbed your head. You hummed and moaned against him. 

“Wow, darlin’. Someone’s excited,” he mumbles. 

You look at him with big doe eyes and offer a wink in response. Joel lets you continue for a while more. He loves how enthusiastic you are, sucking and stroking him like it’s all you’ve ever wanted to do. It brings him close to the edge. 

He taps your cheek a couple times, encouraging you to hop off of him. Your lips are puffy and red, spit dribbling down your chin. He grabs you by your arms and shoves you against the table, then pushes the cards out of the way. You watch and giggle as they clatter on the ground in a big mess. He was so protective of those same cards before, so offended at how you touched them. Now they sat in disarray on the ground. “Your cards,” you breathed with concern. 

“Don’t care,” he mumbled, pulling your panties down your thighs and pushing your back onto the table. He knelt before you and draped your legs over his shoulders, loving the way they weighed him down. “Let me taste you, please,” he rasped out. You nodded hurriedly. Joel wasted no time, hungrily licking and kissing your folds. He lapped at you, pressed his tongue flat against your center and dragged it over your sensitive skin. He loved how you tasted, how you made a mess of his mustache and his beard. He pointed his tongue and flicked at your clit as he brought two fingers to your core, scissoring and twisting and stretching you out. 

It felt amazing, so intense and pleasurable. But you had been waiting so long for his cock already and it’s all you could think about. You pushed Joel away from your body and tore off the rest of your clothes as he followed suit. He looked gorgeous, tan skin and oh so smooth. He wasn’t very hairy, you noticed. Just a tuft of coarse hair at the base of his cock and a little happy trail leading down to it. His muscles were soft and lightly defined, you loved the little swell of his tummy. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered. “Need you to fuck me now.”

Joel cocked his head slightly at your compliment. No one had ever called him beautiful before. You were such a genuinely lovely person. He smiled sweetly at you before kissing you, closing the gap between your nude bodies. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. Wish I told you earlier,” he purred. “I’ll fuck you now. You did so good, baby. So proud of you.”

With that, Joel lined his hard cock up to your soaked entrance and pushed inside. Slowly, being sure not to go too hard or too fast. He watched your face, the way your eyes fell shut and your mouth dropped open. He stopped once he was about halfway inside of you. “How am I doin’, darlin’?”

“Please fuck me,” you begged. You appreciated his gentle care, how he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. You’d expect nothing less than the illustrious southern gentleman. But you’ve been waiting long enough with the prospect of being fucked by Joel Miller. Fuck sweet lovings, you needed to be fucked. To be used, like a toy. “Now.” you demanded.

It’s all the permission Joel needed. He slammed his hips into yours and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gripping his tight muscles. Your hands wandered down his back and settled on his ass. You squeezed the soft flesh beneath your fingers and let out moan after moan. 

Joel loved how vocal you were. Telling him what you needed, how you needed it. He loved the pretty noises you made, all for him. No one else. Not anymore, at least. You were his now and would be forever. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you panted between breaths. “Feels so good.” Joel’s head dipped down to your chest and he kissed and nipped at the soft skin of your breasts, tonguing your nipples and loving how you shuddered at his touch. “Good, baby,” he said. “You deserve it.”

You did deserve it, after all. He made you work like a fucking dog for it. 

Joel fucked you at a steady pace, comfortable for both of you. He asked you what felt good, what you needed. How he could make it better. “Tell me what I can do, sweetheart,”

There were no improvements to be made. Everything about Joel was second to none, his cock, the way he moved, the way he held you. He fucked you perfectly, just how you needed. “Nothing, just,” you squinted your eyes shut and searched your brain for words, finding it difficult to piece any together. “Just keep fucking me like this. Maybe a little harder, please.”

Joel was a provider. A lady as beautiful as yourself, asking for more? It’d be a sin to deprive you of what you needed. So Joel obliged, picking up the pace and hitting you deeper. “Just like that, Jesus, fuck. Just like that, baby.”

Baby. Joel loved that term of endearment. He wasn’t used to being called any sweet nicknames, usually he was the one who’d dole them out. Not just to anyone, only to those closest to himself. It’s why he called you ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling’ so often. 

He liked being the object of your affection. “Keep callin’ me that, please,” he requested, his voice shy and low. He was so tough and domineering just moments ago, and now he was bashful and vulnerable, all because of one little word. Baby. 

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Wanted this for so long,” you whimpered, holding onto him tightly. You’d abandon his name completely and call him ‘baby’ for the rest of your lives, if he asked you to. 

“God, sweetheart. Me too,” he grunted. 

Joel couldn’t last much longer. He let out groans and strangled out moans as his pace became sloppy. “Let me make you come,” he begged. He wriggled his hand between your bodies, placing his thumb on your clit. He held a firm pressure to the sensitive bud and moved it in concise circles, pushing you closer and closer to your release. 

You let out a throaty moan as you felt your climax begin to bubble up inside you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pleaded. “I’m right there.”

Joel just kept doing what he was doing. Circles on your clit and fucking you deep, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. Your moans turned frantic and you cried out his name, over and over again, like a prayer. Your orgasm was much more intense than the last one, it sent electricity all through your body. You felt tingles and sparks wash over you, from your scalp all through your fingertips, down all the way to your toes. It was the best orgasm any lover of yours had ever blessed you with. 

Joel felt your body shudder around him, felt your pussy convulse and squeeze his cock. His thrusts became harder, faster, and frenzied as he chased his own climax. You watched his eyes screw shut and little drops of sweat fall down his temples as he let out a deep moan. His cock pulsed inside you, painting you with his hot seed. 

He let out a laugh then, between panting breaths. He pulled you in for a hug, his skin hot and slick with sweat. Head pressed to his heaving chest, you could feel his heartbeat in your ear. Your new favorite feeling. 

Joel pulled away from you, kissed you sweetly and helped you clean up. You pulled on your clothes and sat neatly at the table, picking up and sorting out the disheveled cards. Joel did the same, he bent down next to you and gathered the cards on the ground. 

He placed them in front of you, left for a second with your empty glasses, and returned with the glasses of water refilled before sitting in his seat again. How you didn’t knock them over during your fucking, you had no idea.

“Alright, baby. Show me how you shuffle now,” he grinned at you. He wanted to make sure his unorthodox method of teaching you actually worked. 

You smiled back, split the deck in two and mirrored them for the nth time that evening,  and then placed your fingers along the two decks. You slid your thumbs up the cards, watched one fall on top of the other, and brought the cards back up into a nice arch. With a breath, you let off one thumb and let the cards fall down slowly. You sighed in relief. Your maneuver wasn’t quite as smooth as Joel’s, but there was plenty of time to practice. 

You dealt out ten cards each, gathered your hand and did your best to hide a smirk. You held a three, four, and six of clubs, three kings, and two jacks. 

Joel sighs disappointedly at his hand. You couldn’t have dealt him worse cards. Nothing went with anything. 

The two of you exchanged cards quietly, as if you didn’t just desecrate Joel’s dining room table. It was quite funny, really.

The game was quick, just like before. You placed your sets and melds in front of him. “Read it and weep,” you jeer.

Joel grumbles something about cheating and steals your cards. “Rematch,” he says. “Loser gives the winner head.”

“Deal,”

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Sunday Service

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, saweetie, theestallion, urbanwyatt, jaysontatum, druski2funny, privategarden, and 1,286,004 others

y/ninsta: I'm Backkkkkkkkkkkk. Did you miss me? Sunday Service dropping Friday. Pre save it now! 😘💕

normani: well it's about damn time! saweetie: we stan. what paprika gonna say about this one? blancahood: PAPRIKA?!?! HELPPPPPPPPPP theestallion: can't wait for this, I know my good sis is about to EAT y/ninsta: saweetie you are a hot ass mess and you know it lmao dualipa: glad to see that jackharlow is letting you out the house more these days jackharlow: now why am I in it? dualipa don't start with me today, my kids got me stressed out enough and you are NOT helping claybornharlow: produced by the one and only little baby saweetie: y/ninsta I call it like I see it. We make pretty bitch music and there's nothing but talent on this end. can't say the same thing about her. Tryna throw shade and I'm about to throw the whole damn rainforest. don't come for my bestie who isn't thinking about you jackandy/naremyparents: MUVA is backkkkkkk!!! dualipa: jackharlow send them my way and I guarantee you that they are about to be on their best behavior jackharlow: dualipa not with the youngest one starting to bite people y/ninsta: jackharlow AHT AHT! she was probably hungry and we know you can't cook. not too much on my youngest now. druski2funny: I knew from the beginning that those triplets were going to be problem children y/ninsta: druski2funny leave my babies aloneeeee the only problem child I have is jackharlow jessicakelce: saweetie said what she said and ate and left no crumbs y/ninsta: saweetie only one of us is going to be here for the long run and it's the one who's married to jackharlow 😜 allthingsy/n: talk yo shit mamas, at least we know you can back it up jackharlow: everyday I stray further and further from knowing what peace feels like and not you calling me a problem child smh saweetie: y/ninsta OOP let her know! between her and the girl that has a daddy with no neck, they coming for the wrong person urbanwyatt: saweetie NOT THE DADDY WITH NO NECK quiiso: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 y/ninsta: jackharlow love you smush 😘

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y/ninsta: every time yall book me with them hoes it's gon be big drama 🤭🤭

blancahood: here for the pettiness and the pettiness only y/ninsta: blancahood I'm innocent sis saweetie: y/ninsta well I'm not. STREAM SUNDAY SERVICE!!!! 2forwoyne: GET IN THE BOOTH BITCH theestallion: hard work and grinding pays off. what a luxury it is to shoot up the charts by being a tik tok rapper without actual talent. when I see her imma tell her to freestyle on the spot. jessicakelce: theestallion don't set yourself up to be disappointed like that lmao cardib: yall messy in these comments and I'M HERE FOR IT allthingsy/n: one thing's for sure and two thing's for certain, y/ninsta's girls are always going to have her back sza: now we all know y/ninsta can fight and I would never want to be on the receiving end soooo good luck with that lol y/ninsta: sza that is the old me! I'm mature now! jackharlow: y/ninsta this morning you tried to fight the delivery guy because he dropped your package y/ninsta: jackharlow he damn near threw that shit. it had FRAGILE written on it and he was acting like he couldn't read. not my damn fault. he was asking for it. jackharlow: ladies and gentlemen, my wife y/ninsta urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I fully support your actions jackharlow: urbanwyatt DON'T ENCOURAGE HER claybornharlow: y/ninsta I support you too, forever and always y/ninsta: the people love me, jackharlow get with the program jackharlow: y/ninsta just terrorizing me since day one smh y/ninsta: jackharlow would it help if I told you that your money paid for what was in the package? jackharlow: beat his ass

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y/ninsta: when you ask your husband to send you a selfie because you miss him. Look at my pookie 🥹

I love you long time big baby 😘💕

jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 jaysontatum: he knows where home is y/ninsta: jayson, don't you muthafuckin start with me urbanwyatt: the girlies are fightinggggggggg druski2funny: wait, what about me?! y/ninsta: keyword: HUSBAND. as in he's MINE. go and find yall own smh jackharlow: y/ninsta remember that one time you told me to try and return you without the receipt? the receipt being our marriage certificate that you tried to set on fire when you were drunk? y/ninsta: jackharlow that is my past and therefore I do not live there anymore saweetie: lmaooooooooo urbanwyatt: all I remember is her having matches and running with them as jackharlow was jumping over couches to try and stop her. good times. jackharlow: urbanwyatt you would encourage this smh urbanwyatt: jackharlow that's my bestie and imma stick beside her jackharlow: urbanwyatt AND I'M NOT? urbanwyatt: jackharlow you are, I just love to see her terrorizing you jackharlow: smh it be your own first born y/ninsta: two more days until I get to see my big babyyyyyyy jackharlow: you better be ready for me 👀 y/ninsta: jackharlow if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready 👀

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y/ninsta: oh look, it's my husband 😍😍😍

You are such a dad now and that's what the outfit is giving lmao jackharlow 🤣🤣

jackharlow: these damn kids got me fighting for my life smh y/ninsta: jackharlow and yet you want more? jackharlow: y/ninsta we're having a basketball team y/ninsta: jackharlow in what universe and with whose vagina? saweetie: you gonna fold one way or another. you always do. y/ninsta: saweetie don't encourage him urbanwyatt: the fact that he was almost late because of baby number three y/ninsta: urbanwyatt she is the no limit soldier lmao jack can't tell her no because she looks like him, but acts like me dualipa: y/ninsta if you need me to save you, blink twice jessicakelce: dualipa lmaooooooo jackharlow: dualipa you, y/ninsta, claybornharlow and my kids be the reason I'm stressed all the time and I don't like it claybornharlow: I am literally just sitting here minding my business jackharlow: claybornharlow THIS TIME and this is a rare occurrence y/ninsta: cut it out you two! smh, I'm already raising enough children between my triplets, jack, my pets, and pg 2forwoyne: now what did we do this time?! y/ninsta: 2forwoyne idk, but I'll find out soon enough because I always do jackharlow: y/ninsta not you calling me one of the children again y/ninsta: jackharlow a mother's job is never done, maggieharlow BACK ME UP maggieharlow: y/ninsta I did what I could with him, and he's your responsibility now lol jackharlow: not yall throwing me under the bus smh saweetie: jackharlow they more so catapulted you lmao

[dark-frosted-heart]

My Beloved Villain Who Swept Me Away - Roger Barel

As usual can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Male customer: Two beers and…any food you recommend?

Kate: How about a cottage pie? Fresh out of the oven.

Male customer: Then I’ll take two

Kate: Got it, coming right up!

I take the order to the counter. Meanwhile, business is booming as customers keep coming.

(Today’s December 31st. Since it’s the night of the last day of the year, a lot of people are going out to drink and ring in the new year)

While thinking about it, I was about to serve some new customers when—

Roger: Little lady…?

—I bumped into Roger who just entered the tavern.

Kate: Welcome, Roger.

Roger: Welcome…Did you quit being a fairy tale writer and get a job at a tavern?

Kate: No, I didn’t quit. I’m just working here for the day.

~~ Flashback ~~

It happened in the afternoon as I was on my way back from a mission after parting ways with Alfons and Elbert.

I saw a thin man getting beaten up near a bar.

(Hey, stop it…! Is there anyone around to help…)

I looked around, but everyone who passed turned a blind eye and continued on their way.

(The police are too far…I’ll have to intervene…!)

Kate: Hold it! Why are you doing this? He’s not even resisting…

Bartender: It’s his fault. He didn’t have any money but ordered all the pricey food and drinks.

(Meaning he tried to dine and dash? But to resort to violence…)

Skinny man: …

While the bartender and I were talking, the man took the chance to run off and disappear into the crowd.

Bartender: Ah, damn it! He ran away! It’s all because of you…

Kate: S-sorry…

Bartender: No use apologizing… Right, that’s it, you’ll work in his place to pay back all he ate and drank. 

~~ End flashback ~~

Kate: …So I had to work to make up for all the food and drink the guy had without paying.

Roger: That sucks to hear. But also, didn’t somethin’ like this happen to you before you joined Crown?

Kate: Now that you mention it…yeah.

Roger: Human habits never change…Well, good luck.

Roger patted my head as if he was praising his pet dog.

After talking with Roger, I was busy with customers after customers.

As midnight approached, I thought I’d have time to take a break as things started to calm down, but then, one by one, customers started to offer me a drink.

(I can’t refuse if they’re buying me a drink…)

As I continued to drink what was served to me, I was getting tipsy and my thoughts gradually became fuzzy.

(I need to get it together, I’m still in the middle of working…)

As I continued serving the customers while keeping myself motivated, a male customer put money down before me.

Male customer with a protruding belly: -buy you. Is this enough?

(...? My head’s cloudy. What did he say…)

(If he’s handing me money…Is he paying his bill…?)

I nodded and was going to take his money.

—But then an arm around pulled me away

Kate: Ro…ger…?

Roger: Sorry. I had my eye on this one for a while now. Not gonna hand her over.

As he said that to the customer, Roger put more than twice the amount of money on the table.

(Had his eye…What is he talking…)

Male customer with a protruding belly: Isn’t it first come, first serve?

Roger: Not if you pay more? Besides…You should feel ashamed for trying to buy such a fine woman with that measly amount, don’t you think?

Roger glanced at the money the man put down and smirked as he said “measly”.

Male customer with a protruding belly: …Don’t fuck with me!

The customer, face flushed with anger, raises his fist at Roger.

However, Roger nonchalantly dodged the fist with ease.

Roger: Oops, that was dangerous. Well, can’t blame me for defendin’ myself then. Little lady, take care of this for me.  

Roger handed me his glasses.

Roger: My vision’s blurry and I can’t make out the little lady’s face clearly, but… It’s risky to wear glasses when you’re about to get in a fight.

(Huh…? Fight? Why’re you starting a fight…?)

I tried to stop Roger, but I was too drunk and unsteady to do anything.

On top of that, the other customers in the tavern were getting rowdy because of the fight, livening up the place.

(At least…I hop Roger doesn’t get seriously injured)

That’s what I wished for with my blurred consciousness as I held onto his glasses.

–

Kate: Nn…

Jolting movement woke me up and I found myself being carried in Roger’s arms.

I was greeted by Roger without his glasses up close and my eyes widened unconsciously.

Roger: Mornin’ little lady. Was it comfortable sleeping in my arms? Also…I’d appreciate it if you gave back what’s in your hands soon.

That’s when I realized that I’d been holding onto Roger’s glasses this whole time.

Kate: S-sorry…

I wiped his lenses with a handkerchief and returned his glasses. He accepted it with his arms down.

Kate: Um…by the way, why am I here…? I was working at the tavern for the day…

Roger: You got drunk and passed out. Couldn’t work anymore so I brought you here. And…did you know that at night, the women who work at the tavern sell their bodies?

Kate: Huh?! I didn’t know… Ah…! Then, when that customer wanted to give me money, he wanted to buy me?!

Roger: Yep. Right after gettin’ you drunk and impaired. The tavern gets a cut so even if they don’t know what’s going on, no one’s gonna stop it.

Kate: You saved me, Roger…Thank you so much.

If it weren’t for Roger, I would’ve been bought by a complete stranger. I shuddered at the thought.

Roger: Haha, saved you? Do I look like a good guy to you, little lady? According to the rules, I bought you for a day.

For you, who you spend the night with switched from that guy to me.

Kate: Huh…

Roger: You’re mine ‘til the date changes… So, what should we do? I know a lot of places to rest around here.

Kate: W-wait a minute, Roger! I’ll pay you back! So…

Roger: Want me to let you go? Don’t wanna. I’m not the kind of guy to change my mind once it’s set on something. I’ve earned the right to do what I want with you so why’d I let you go?

Kate: …You don’t have to do this…you always do whatever you want anyway!

Roger: That’s not a nice thing to say. You make me sound like a bad guy.

Kate: I mean it…

Roger: Harsh. It’s usually just a kiss (greeting), isn’t it? So I thought we’d go a little further today.

Ah, the year’s almost over.

Kate: Is it that time already…?

Roger: Can’t you hear from her? People are counting down everywhere.

(That’s right. Roger’s cursed ability lets him hear sounds from far away…)

Kate: You got a nice countdown, Roger…

Roger: You wanna do it too, little lady? Then you’ll have to do it with me.

Kate: Eh…

Roger: Come on, we’re running out of time. 10, 9, 8, 7…

Roger started counting down and I hurriedly joined in.

Roger and Kate: 6, 5, 4…

(Ah-)

With three seconds to go, Roger put his hand on my cheek.

Based on previous experience, it was obvious what he was going to do and I had time to run away. However-

Roger: 3, 2, 1…

The moment the countdown ended, I stayed still and our lips pressed together.

(Until the date changes…I can’t turn Roger down because he bought me)

(That’s it…so…)

Before long, our lips parted with the sound of the loudest fireworks ringing in the new year.

Roger: Happy New Year, little lady. Have a great year, won’t you…?

Kate: You too…

It was frustrating to see Roger smile as if the kiss was nothing.

To Roger, a kiss was just a greeting, but to me, it was something much more special.

Roger: So, are you gonna let me touch you more? Or not?

Kate: The date’s changed so you can’t do whatever you want anymore!

Roger: Damn, you’re pretty headstrong, little lady. I spent a lot on you.

Roger’s hand lets go of my chin with that snide remark.

(They say that “actions speak louder than words”)

(He plays with me, but I don’t think Roger actually has any sort of attachment to me…)

The moment I thought that, I felt a pain spread in my chest. From anger at being played with…probably.

Roger: Well, that’s fine. You’ll stay like that the whole year too. The more defiant and competitive you are, the more I get to discipline you.

Kate: There’s no need for disciplining…!

Whenever I’m with him, I’m always the one getting pushed around.

(This year…I’d like to leave at least a little mark on Roger’s heart)

[journalsouppe]

Many... many months late but here's my Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations spread!! What a fun ending to the original trilogy, I truly fall in love more and more with Ace Attorney with each installment I play.

Phoenix stickers are by Peachcott! Be Gay Solve Crimes is by Ozlisky!

Writing typed below!

Rating: 9.5 Played: Sp 2023 Port: Nintendo Switch Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y Series: Ace Attorney

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P for Penis

MIA POV LETS GO

Payne's hair is almost as bad as gossip's lip

Feenie is so cute and pathetic

FEENIE'S POUTY FACE

i absolutely love 3-1 it is such a good opening case

is the disbarment message foreshadowing...

omg Ron's sprites are really cute

YOU ATE IT???

i genuinely can't tell if Ron is guilty or not...

front facing Phoenix jumpscare

Adrian!!! She's doing well!!!

he said!! he said the name of the game!!!

omg i see the Godot/Barok resemblance

not the badgers in handcuffs (skull emoji)

is the red diamond desiree and ron is protecting her??

obsessed that Phoenix's first thought after finding out about Gumshoe's crush is to gossip with maya

who was that goth lady??

obsessed with godot

love the sax in godot's theme

phoenix is so shocked and speechless from the coffee LMAO

godot caught each seed with his mouth??

don tigre is SO red

Gumshoe x maggey is so cute

PUT THE JUDGE ON THE STAND!

she bit the badge (skull emoji)

mia is in a courtroom full of bozos

not the mormon beard judge

"YOU CAN'T JUST 'OOPS' YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS!'

diego zoo wee mama

BRATWORTH!!

"poor baby... the court record seems to have wet itself" insane thing to say

i think mia is officially my favorite

crazy 3-4 ending

omg i'm edgy

i don't like how maya is treating Nick in 3-5 :/

i'm going to punch bratworth

LOVE EDGEYS MUSIC PEARL IS STILL MISSING??

LOVE edgey vs fran

the building convo is giving me terrible flash backs

GO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL NICK

love my silly girl gumshoe idk if kitten or princess is worse

3 DAUGHTERS?

morgan is so fucked up

dahlia is in maya's body... right?

go off pearls!!

when did pearl/mia get here T_T

a man??

EXECUTED?

THE SETUP IS SO CRAZY

everytime edgeworth opens his mouth the more im confident he's a gay man lmao

girl boss mia fey

Summary

THIS GAME WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. The setup throughout the whole trilogy was great, especially all within Trials and Tribulations. I love how bits and pieces of each case(or even large portions) had a ton of relevance to the final case. The characters were amazing and had great development, I loved playing as Mia and Edgeworth, that was such a delight, and im so glad we got to battle it out against Franziska as edgeworth. I love the other 2 games but the cohesiveness of the entire story within this game was spectacular. It truly reminded me of DGS 1&2 and why i love it so much. I really love how we also got to see young feenie, bratworth, and mia, the dialogue was especially entertaining. I cannot get over the twists and turns of the last case. I could never have predicted what was going to happen. I love complex mysteries like this, they're so entertaining but also im constantly thinking 'how do you even plan this all out?' The narumitsu in this game is so perfect too... omg. Incredible game , I absolutely loved it!

[leiawritesstories]

Tomorrow

just a soft little Lysandra & Aedion scene post-KOA from this prompt sent by @autumnbabylon: I would like for someone to write a scene about Lysandra and Aedion talking about their relationship, feelings, hopes, dreams, etc. I feel like we were robbed of that moment in KoA.

hope this is kinda what you were hoping!

word count: 1,225

warnings: some slight angst slipped in there, oops

Enjoy!

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Soft, pale sunlight filtered into Lysandra's room the morning after Aelin's coronation, the gentle glow so at odds with the lingering scent of smoke and Valg that permeated the palace. Yawning, the shifter stretched her arms over her head, resisting the temptation to turn that stretch into a shift. Later, Lady of Caraverre, she promised herself. Later.

A little sleepily, she made her way down the corridors to the kitchens, following the faint odor of tea and hot buttered toast. She flashed a grateful grin at the cooks as she swiped a plateful of food, carrying it and her tea back upstairs to the smaller dining room.

Where she stopped abruptly, not having expected anyone else to be there already.

Prince Aedion Ashryver carefully set down his fork, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I can leave if you need me to, Lady."

Lysandra gracefully collected herself and sat down opposite the prince. "That's not necessary, Aedion."

He nodded slowly, turning over her use of his name. "Lysandra..."

She wrapped her hands around her tea, exhaling deeply as the warmth of the mug seeped into her fingers. "Don't feel obligated to say anything, Aedion. You don't need to."

"I want to." With that Ashryver determination of his, he slid his mostly-empty plate to the side and rested his hands atop the table, those turquoise eyes latching onto hers. "If you're willing, of course."

She raised a dark brow. "At least let me eat first, I'm not myself when I'm hungry."

"You and Aelin both," the prince snorted softly, a sly grin blinking across his face.

A smirk flickered across the shifter's face in return. She forced her breathing to calm as she ate her breakfast, though she couldn't do anything against the whirling of her mind. Try as she might, she could never keep those words of Aedion's out of her mind, her heart, her dreams.

I am going to marry you, Lysandra. I'll let you choose when--maybe five years, maybe twenty. But I will marry you. The flash of that endearing, brazen grin. Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn't it?

They'd danced around the truths hanging heavy and unspoken between the two of them for too long.

When her stomach decided she'd had enough, Lysandra moved her plate aside and looked across to Aedion, folding her hands together. "Talk to me, Aedion."

Tentatively, he reached across the worn old tabletop, hesitantly laying his hand atop hers, still that breath of distance between his skin and hers. "Lys, I..." He cleared his throat. "I meant everything I've ever said to you."

She laced her fingers through his, rooting both of them in that small contact. "I meant it, too." She lifted her gaze, unafraid for once of revealing a piece of herself. "I love you, Aedion Ashryver."

Deny it though he might, there were tears in his eyes, too. "I love you, Lysandra Ennar."

She swallowed, gathering in her racing thoughts. "Aed, I--I'm not ready to--" She broke off, the words failing her.

His thumb stroked against the back of her hand. "I won't ask you anything unless you give me the word."

"Thank you," she murmured. A new thought popped into her mind, voiced before she could think twice. "Are you staying?"

"What?" He blinked, his brows furrowing.

"Are you staying in Orynth?" she clarified. "I know the...the rebuilding is going to take a long time, years probably, I'll be here some of the time but I am going to Caraverre when I have the chance. Are you staying?"

"As long as I need to," he answered.

Lysandra scoffed. "That's not a very Aedion-like answer of you."

"I--no, I suppose it's not," Aedion admitted. Then he turned her question around. "Are you asking me to leave, Lys?"

"No," she hastened to respond, the denial rushing out of her. "No, I'm..." You're what, Lysandra? "I'm asking you to come with me."

The prince, the feared general of the Bane, the bearer of the Sword of Orynth, gawped at the shifter, boyish hope flickering across his tired face. "You are?" he breathed, half-wondering if this was a dream.

"Will you come to Caraverre with me, Aedion?" So much more than that was wrapped into the question, and he knew it.

Will you prove your promise to me?

"Yes," he said softly, squeezing her hands. "Yes, Lysandra, as long as you wish for me to be there."

Her lips quirked up at the corners. "I suppose I'll have to figure out what to tell all the meddling family and staff," she joked.

He flashed her that brazen smirk she'd grown to love. "Tell them I'm yours, Lys. Tell them I am yours."

Gods, the way her heart thudded at that declaration. "What does that make us, though, my prince? Are you my consort? My lover?"

"I am your sword, Lady Lysandra of Caraverre," Aedion whispered, a vow echoing in his tone.

She sniffed, briefly pulling one hand away from his to flick the rogue tear off her cheek. "I don't deserve you, Aed."

Before she could continue her protest, his free hand rested by her face, his fingertips at her lips. "None of us deserve what we have, my--Lys. That does not mean we deny ourselves what we want."

Her breath caught at his soft encouragement, the declaration therein, the tenderness of his gesture. "Who said I was denying myself?" she breathed, catching his wrist before he could pull his hand away.

And she brushed a feather-soft kiss to his rough, calloused fingertips, her bright green gaze never leaving his.

He shuddered ever so slightly as he employed all of his restraint not to melt into her caress. "Lys..."

"I'm afraid, Aedion," she whispered, keeping his hand pressed between hers. "I'm afraid to go to--to my new manor, afraid of what people will say about me. About us."

"Let them talk," Aedion growled, the primal Fae part of him rising to the surface in defense of the woman he loved.

Her lips twitched. "Your territorial male nonsense isn't necessary, my prince."

"Fine," he sighed dramatically. "I won't punch anyone, Lys." A soft look she'd only ever seen him wear once--that night on the beach when she wore her sea dragon form--slipped across his face. "And I will go with you, Lysandra."

Something neither of them had yet named settled between them as he spoke those words, made that promise. Lysandra traced her thumbs over the back of Aedion's hands, running the softness of her fingertips over his rough, still-healing knuckles. "I know."

There they remained for a long moment, no words necessary to convey the depth of gratitude welling in both of their hearts. After his heart stopped fluttering, Aedion inhaled, trying to word the question he needed to ask in a way that wouldn't make Lysandra run away.

"Lys--"

She stopped him before he could speak, somehow sensing his intent. "Tomorrow, Aed."

Tomorrow.

Today, they would keep rebuilding Orynth, keep standing at the side of the new queen and king consort, keep reaching out to the citizens and listening to their stories. But tomorrow--tomorrow, Lysandra would take her leave.

Tomorrow, she would head to her new manor and begin building her new life.

Tomorrow, in the privacy of Caraverre, she and her prince could spill the hidden secrets of their hearts.

~~~

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[naviculariis]

Anubis has me thinking about the non-human characters I write so let's talk about that while I wait for my face mask to finish face. Masking.

-Dracule is a Dhampyr; his mother was human, his father was a vampire. His father's family, the Mihawk Family, were OLD world royalty. Spanning back near 700 years. Things happened, infighting began, cue Dance of the Dragons esque war between the different sides of the Mihawk Family. Dracule was the sole survivor and was raised by a woman named Margaery who was his mother's lady in waiting. He's alive, technically; slower heartbeat than normal, light sensitivity in the eyes, and a lengthened lifeline- though he isn't immortal, nor is he dead.

-Penguin: is a Selkie. His mother was a Selkie, his father was a Nøkk [ Arctic variant ]; aquatic nature. He has subtle papillae on his tongue ( not sharp, mainly just. Weird ridges. ), webbing between his fingers and toes, and can hold his breath for upwards of half an hour beneath the water. He also has smaller irises with pupils that appear almost slit-like, due to the Nøkk heritage. Yes, he has a coat. No, you cannot take it.

-Shachi is part fishman. Orca variant. I've spoken about this before.

-Astoria are a mythical zoan fruit. She can turn into a big ass dragon. How neat is that? Dragon. She can fly. She can breathe fire. She has eaten people before in said dragon form. Oops.

-Mizuki ate the Hebi Hebi no Mi Model: Viper. She essentially has a Naga form.

-Crocodile is literally the Sandman.

[missshezz]

Title: Omens

Rating: Teens and up (T for language)

Warnings: None apply

Word Count: 1100

Tags: Season 1, Winchesters x Reader, no romance, YOU is reader, Sam and Dean happen along to save reader, Original Supernatural monster, angst, drama, hunt of the week type story

Summary: You think Lady Luck is simply being a vindictive bitch when you experience a rush of bad luck until a freak encounter with Sam and Dean

If luck were a lady, well, she was a real bitch.

Why else would everything that happened that night, happen?

You tried to shrug it off initially.

Shit happened as your old man liked saying.

Plus, some things were just freak occurrences.

Microwaves go out.

Pipes bust.

Roofs leak.

Electronics die.

Cars break down.

All on the same day, though?

That was a bit much for even you to believe.

You rolled with the punches, though. Took it all in stride. Wasn’t like you had much choice really. Thought things would improve once you got to work.

Oh, boy were you wrong.

So, so terribly wrong.

Your key broke off in the padlock on your locker.

The ink ran out of your pen.

You dropped a tray of glasses.

One tray you could say oops.

Three?

No.

Luckily, your boss didn’t pitch the fit you expected he would.

“Shit happens, kid,” was all he said before he went back to his nightly poker game. “Cost to replace ‘em comes outta your paycheck.”

As if you could afford the deduction.

You ate it, though, because twenty bucks for a new set of glasses was far better than being unemployed and homeless.

Luckily, the bar was hopping that night. Playoffs and holidays always netted you extra dough. You picked up some serious change from a group of your regulars celebrating one of them retiring from their shit job at the steel mill and another becoming a first-time grandpa.

The tall, reed-thin man seated in one corner was the only other downside to your night.

You encountered a lot of weirdoes in your time at the bar but this guy took the cake.

He reminded you of Monsieur D'Arque from Beauty and the Beast.

Stringy black hair framed a pockmarked face with a scar zigzagging from the corner of thin lips to a pointy chin.

His eyes were what stuck with you the most.

They were an almost hypnotic shade of gold.

You shuddered whenever you passed his table.

You couldn’t refuse to serve him, though.

Not after you dropped ten more glasses, broke four bottles of beer, and sliced your finger open while cutting limes.

Closing time came and the bar emptied.

“How you getting home?” Darlene asked as you cleaned up. “Your brother giving you a ride?”

“Tommy left yesterday for school.”

“Forgot he left.” She grabbed a rag and started drying the glasses you washed. “I can ask Daria if we can drop you at your place.”

“That’s going out of your way.”

“Daria won’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you said. “But I’ll walk. I don’t live far.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Positive.”

You finished up and exited the bar with Darlene a half hour later.

“You sure you don’t want me to ask Daria to drop you at your place?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, well, night then.”

“Night.”

You spot an old car as you cross the parking lot and figure somebody else encountered Lady Luck.

It was a nice looking car, too. Shiny black body, chrome grill, shiny aluminum wheels.

Someone clearly loved it.

Making it strange they’d leave it in a parking lot instead of getting it towed home.

You hoped it’d still be there when they returned for it in the morning.

And be in one piece.

A chill snaked its way down your back despite the night being unseasonably warm. You reach into your pocket for the can of mace you carried for any sort of situations and quickened your pace. A figure came around the corner just as you reached it. Your instincts shouted at you to run but your feet refused to obey.

The man stepped into the light and you recognized him as Monsieur D'Arque.

“Good evening, my dear.” Unease slithered through you as a bone-chilling grin crept over his face. “A pleasant evening for a stroll, is it not?”

If luck be a lady, than she was a royally vindictive bitch, you decided as you backed away.

There wasn’t anywhere to go, though.

All the businesses around you were closed for the night.

The closest police station was over a mile away.

Firehouse twice that.

Still, you had to try.

Lady Luck wasn’t going to win that easily, after all.

“Where do you think you are going, my dear?”

“Not where you’re goin’, fugly!”

The sharp report of a gun blasted by your ear. Your heart slammed against your ribcage and your breath wheezed out from between lips that felt like they were frozen together as a strange yellow ooze seeped outward from a small, black hole in the middle of Monsieur D'Arque’s forehead.

Shock, agony, and rage twisted his face into a gruesome mask. He took a step towards you, long, bony fingers outstretched, but you were pulled out of reach by a tall, shaggy-haired man you remembered arguing with another earlier that evening.

“You’re safe now,” he told you as Monsieur D'Arque exploded into a cloud of black dust. “He can’t hurt you.”

“What… what just happened?” you managed around the ball of ice lodged in your throat. “Who was he?”

“Doctor Daniel Luckhaven.”

“Luckhaven?” A frown creased your brow as you recalled seeing that name on a plaque at the local hospital. “He died in 1891.”

“He discovered a way to extend his life.”

“How?”

“By drinking the blood of people who have experienced a rush of bad luck.”

Not exactly the weirdest stuff you’ve heard living in this town.

You heard stranger shit whenever Milly Jenkins went off her meds or Lewis Carmichael tied one on.

Still, even you found yourself a bit weirded out by this.

“Shoulda taken that other chick up on her offer of a ride,” the man with the gun rasped as he joined you. “Wouldn’t have almost become Liquid Delight.”

“Dean,” the shaggy-haired one hissed.

“It’s the truth, Sammy.”

“Sam and Dean?” You looked first at the man sliding the gun he used into the waistband of his jeans before angling your head back to look at the one who pulled you to safety. “Are you related to John Winchester?”

“He’s our father.”

“That’s why you’re in town,” you said as the pieces all came together. “You’re hunters. Like him.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Should’ve guessed.” At Sam’s inquisitive look, you added, “I always have a run of bad luck right after your dad comes through town.”

“He was here?” Hope added flecks of gold to Dean’s green eyes. “When?”

“Yesterday.”

Which was right about the time your streak of bad luck started.

Luck wasn’t a lady, after all.

It was a bad omen.

Named John Winchester.

[tsuki-sennin]

After the surprise worldwide invasion of the Bognaarok, the Ohsama Sentai have gone and done it! Knocked them back real good! However... the strange jubilation of the Bognaarok is cut short by the appearance of a mysterious man...

...yes, I'm still narrating, I can't have Jeremy be the only one around here, can I?

Spoilers, I guess...

-You must be this infamous Spiders Jeremy I've heard so much about.

-"You old. Cringe. Fail. Ratio."

-The world is about to be flipped.

-"Yeah sorry, Gira vanished. ...don't ask where he is, Racles doesn't need to know."

-Kaguragi's nerves of steel.

-Makes sense, bees are absolutely vicious critters.

-"A proper state funeral."

-...I really like your new hairstyle, Himeno.

-Absolutely immaculate.

-Gira has long fantasized about his life as a revenant.

-Based Kuroda.

-Aw that's sweet, Yanma's having fun.

-What they believe in :)

-ROBO GIRA

-"Becoming a cyborg is every dude's dream!" ...you uh... have no idea how ironic that is.

-Oh well, this is cute :)

-What've you got for us, my Queen?

-A fairy tale~!

-JESUS GIRA

-Rita is unmoved by evil, cyborgs, or Christianity.

-MOFUN

-It's important to have nice stories in times of conflict.

-Rita almost got spoiled on their blorbo show.

-I'd ask "What kind of kids' cartoon has smugglers" but when I was a kid I was a fan of the PBS Kids program Wild Kratts, starring the very same Chris and Martin Kratt behind Zoboomafoo. Wild Kratts had a rotating cast of poachers, so I can understand the importance of showing criminal masterminds.

-Awwww, Kogane-neesan :)

-As long as there is one person who believes in you.

By love and trust and faith will we be saved. A single soul's enough, when 'gainst the world We stand. Apart. Alone. Believe in me, We plead. We pray. And answer they… I will…

-By the way, go play Live A Live, it's goated.

-Hello, Jimmy.

-Oh, a lady Bug!

-Nagabajim~!

-Our boy is dead :(

-"Shut the fuck up, Racules!"

-Oh

-Uh oh

-Ohhhhh, that's spider web.

-"Waaaaaaah~! Waaaaaaaaaaah~! Girraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Cry you fool!"

-"Oh, excuse me..."

-"I don't like your idea, Racules."

-FUCKER TOOK GIRA

-"Oops~!"

-Okay, that's just silly.

-What's your deal, spider boy?

-W

-Wh

-What

-D

-Did you shit on him????

-Oh my god, you did!

-Kind of a storyteller, okay

-I mean, you guys are trying to kill people.

-I don't doubt that the Bognaarok's disdain didn't come from nowhere, considering you live deep underground while humanity gets to enjoy everything else, but-

-It's bug time, I guess~!

-That was easy!

-Oh, never mind, here comes the family!

-"You didn't die for nothing, Nagabajim~!"

-That's a solid contingency plan, I'll give 'em that.

-They ate our friends!

-Ohhhhh

-"What?! Did Nagabajim really die for nothing!?"

-Ohhhhh, there he is! Jeremy!

-Literally OP, as far as I can see.

-Venomix Shooter!

-"Oh, what took you so long, IDIOT!?"

-G

-Guys Go?

-"Sweet dreams~? :)"

-Jeremy Brasieri.

-An ancient story teller.

-More Dock In!

-Holy shit!

-That motherfucker just iced our main villain!

-JEREMY

-THIS WAS ALL ABOUT YOU ALL ALONG

-BRUH

-HE GOT ME

-DUDE

-WHAT THE FUCK

-Okay!

-Incredible first showing by King Jeremy, I guess!

-BRUH-DUDE

-WHAT

-HUH

-HOW

-WHAAAAAA

-NANDAYO!?

-EHHHHHHH!?

-Okay!

-Incredible first showing by King Jeremy, I guess!

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Preview of Sick Boyfriend visits the Purityverse

Sick BF: *mind* Hmmmm....I wonder what type of other universes they have, plus I didn't know they have different verisons of heaven. There so many things I wanna explore.

Sick BF: *yawns* I should probably get some sleep, Mmmmmmmm....*sigh* I miss Drugfriend, he's probably worried about me right now, But I have to wait till Friday afternoon for the portal to open. *sigh* I might as well get some sleep. Huh?

Sick Boyfriend looked up on the ceiling, there were stars everywhere and they were making him sleepy.

Sick Boyfriend's eyes started to slowly close as when he saw the stary ceiling.

Sick BF: Wow, Pretty stars, It's making me....feel...very....sleepy....

Sick Boyfriend fell straight to sleep from that.

Wednesday, 8AM

The next day.....

The Sun was dimming through the window.

Sick BF: Mmm! Ow, too bright!

Sick Boyfriend got up and rubbed his eyes.

Sick BF: *groans* W-What time is it?

Sick Boyfriend looked at his phone where it was on the nightstand, he opened his phone.

Sick BF: Woah! 8:00 am already?! I must've sleep too deeply

Sick BF: *yawn* mmm~ Man, Drugfriend wasn't kidding when he said I slept like an angel...

*knock knock*

Sick BF: Oh who is it?

Angel maid: It's me, Melissa!

Sick BF: Oh come in.

*opens the door*

Melissa: Hey, Miss Monika told me you need some fresh towels so I...

Melissa stopped when she saw something.

Sick BF: What's wrong? Is everything okay?

Melissa's vision: What she sees:

???: *growls*

Melissa: *whimpering*😰

Reality:

Sick BF: Uhh Mel, Are you sure you're ok-

Melissa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *zoomed away*

Sick Boyfriend was confused and speechless of what just happened.

Sick BF: I....uhhhhh......*mind* What the funk just happened?😳😶, Hmm? Oh yeah, I might as well get up and go shower.

Sick Boyfriend got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Meanwhile:

Purity Monika: So what's this I hear about a monster, Melissa?

Melissa: (trembling) I-I'm telling you! I saw a monster and I think it ate our guest! I saw it with my own eyes!

Purity Sayori: Are you sure you saw a monster?

Melissa: Y-YES I'M SURE! IT HAD CRAZY HAIR AND IT LOOKED LIKE IT WANTS TO EAT ME!

Purity Monika: *sigh* Melissa, maybe it's probably Sick Boyfriend with a bed head that's all.

Melissa: S-SEE FOR YOURSELF!

Purity Monika: Okay Okay!

Purity Monika opened the door, she saw that no one was there.

Purity Monika: Hmm?

Melissa: Did you see anything?😫

Purity Monika: *hears humming from the bathroom* Oh I know where he is, it's coming from the bathroom.

Melissa: M-My lady, be careful!

*knock knock*

Sick BF: *opens the shower curtain a little* Huh? Who is it?

Purity Monika: It's me, Purity Monika.

Sick BF: oh uh, I'll be out in a minute!

Purity Monika: Okay but uh Melissa thought there was a monster in your room.

Sick BF: Oh that? That was just me with my bed head, I think she must've thought I was the monster.

Purity Monika: *to Melissa* See, I told you.😒

Melissa: Heh heh Oops.😅

Purity Sayori: I think you owe him a apology.

Sick BF: No No No No, it's fine, it was just a misunderstanding!

Purity Monika: Uh Okay then, well make sure you don't take too long, your breakfast might get cold.

Sick BF: Don't worry, I'll hurry up.

Purity Monika: Okay

Melissa: I'm terribly sorry about that, my ladies!

Purity Monika: *sigh* It's fine, besides I know you're new here and probably didn't know about stuff that humans do.

Purity Sayori: Well we must as well get back downstairs for our duties.

This is a preview for part 2, Part 2 will come out in 2024

Merry almost Christmas!

[cdfreak]

11 and 5 for the ocverse thing. also strawberry :)

11.) give a general summary of the plot/world/characters.

UHHH 3 autistic bitches have to solve murder cases was kind of the whole thing... later on i was going to take it into a kind of save the world emotional arc with the 4th autistic bitch direction but we stopped playing before it picked up/i knew what i was really doing

the world is like kind of normal modern fantasy just like. more haunted and scary vibe. ghosts are a very common thing and dealing with them is baked into every day life!

the characters... i dont know if i can do a proper summary of all of them because i only really own one of them but theres

syn (@bappyna, not active on tumblr though) who is a silly silly man he is from russia originally but moved to the states in his 20s i believe he likes cooking and being friends with people. he is missing a chunk of his calf because a lady ate it.

max (@crashed-on-mars) is kind of a nefarious creacher but secretly she Cares.. shes kind of a nightcrawler-esque critter. she is also some sort of wizard and likes to turn people into cats.

lizzie (@hopelesscalico) is a deeply sad and damaged and autistic girl she is 16 and sleeps with a sword every night and would often 1 hit kill every single ghost enemy because she has like 5 stat buffs against them.

eos is a fallen angel who loves humanity so so much that they tried to invent a cure for death and in the process killed like hundreds more people in ghost related incidents #OOPS its ok though because theyre sillay <3 they were the one who was gonna go kind of insane and almost explode the entire earth

ALSO HONORARY MENTIONS RIN AND CASTOR!! they were temporary only aroind for a few arcs but theyre kind of everyoens favorites including mine theyre both 15 anf theyre orphans and theyre emo and they run a ghost hunting business

5.) pick a theme song for the tv adaptation.

THATS HARDDD maybe this

or this

honestly i feel like for the departedcould be the opening track and cabala be the closing/credits track..

as for strawberry youre a very positive person juice and i admire it a lot

[greypetrel]

26 for Alyra, 25 for Raina, and 30 for Aisling 💗

Hi Mo!

So it’s… A sandwich of fluff circling THE DRAMAH.

Oops, I guess? (also yeah this is "micro" for me, a wordy person.)

Micro story prompts

26. how dare [you] – Alyra.

Enough was enough.

There were quite a lot of things Alistair could bear with. But this? Oh no. No no no. That was it.

He stared at the very precise place he had kept that little wheel of cheese he had bought at the last village with a frown. Because he opened his bag, looked for the box and found it empty. And he kept it right in the middle of his spare underthings and socks to hide it, exactly to avoid that someone else found it.

Keeping privacy in the camp was difficult, and having a leading officer that had a very different conception of personal space and personal property didn’t help.

He could adapt to share more with the group. But his cheese was his. He had bought it for his own consumption. Anticipated the moment for two long days - he wanted to ate it yesterday, but the dog had been staring at him the whole time and he didn’t want to share any more than his dinner. And now…

The dog was excluded: Mabari hounds were intelligent, but MoonMoon hadn’t opposable thumbs able to open a closed box. Yet. He should check, but the rest of the bag wasn’t scattered around, so no furry thief could be the culprit.

Morrigan and Sten didn’t care enough to do it, Oghren was all but discreed and would have left some traces. Wynne was the most careful for personal belongings, and too righteous to attempt thievery. It left the rogues… Leliana? It wasn’t her style, but if it really had been her, he would have never known. Zevran or Alyra, then?

Only one way to know. Which wasn’t, really, asking the assassin.

He closed his bag and marched resolutely out of his tent, stopping in front of the Dalish’s in three strides. He ignored Leliana giggling from the fire, behind him, and opened the flap to her tent with a purpose, kneeling to get in.

“I was just wondering how long would you have left me waiting.”

Alyra was sitting with her bust up, propped with a hand behind her and clad only in one of her Dalish style shirts, long on the front and cut high in the sides, letting her legs and arms bare, red hair loose before her shoulders, already out of its braids.

And the other hand was elegantly closed on the hilt of a dagger, balancing it with the point up… and a slice of cheese on the point. A slice of his cheese, the wheel resting on top of a handkerchief, right beside her thigh. Her bare, tattoeed thigh. She spun the dagger around, on her hand, raising up one eyebrow questioningly, a smile tugging at one corner of her lips. Alistair had to recollect his thoughts and remember he was angry.

“How dare you!”

“Whatever you accuse me of, good knight, you must be mistaken, I’m sure.”

She teased, sustaining his eyes as she moved the dagger closer to her lips and took a small bite out of a corner of the cheese, biting into the soft, creamy inside that was just sliding down the blade. If she was annoyed by it -and Alistair knew she was, she was very particular about the cleanliness of her weapons- nothing let it on from the outside.

“I am not mistaken, my lady. That cheese that’s dirtying your dagger happens to be mine.”

“You must be confused, tis is but my humble dinner. Sure you wouldn’t want to have me starved as well as cold.”

He kneeled and moved towards her, keeping a frown up: if she could play pretense, so could he. He was allegedly less good at it -but maybe just Leliana could match her-, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. No matter how fast his heart was beating at the sight of her.

“You must be a very cold thief, I’m sure.”

“Bold words.” Another bite, but she straightened her back as he approached.

“Milady, I hereby demand you to give back your loot.”

“What if I don’t?”

Oh, he loved that mischievous glint in her eyes. How she could be playful and ironic, if you just waited for her to melt a little and get comfortable. He loved how she always was, with him. But the game was still on. He snapped his hand forward towards the hand that kept the dagger: she was quicker, but either she had less space to move comfortably, or she didn’t really want to dodge. He closed his fingers on her wrists and delicately dragged it back to him.

“I may be forced to fight you for it.” He declared, very seriously, taking a bite out of the slice on the dagger. It had slid halfway through the blade, by then.

“Is that so?” Alyra said, squinting slightly, a smile ghosting on her lips. “Well then…”

She rose to sit properly, and snapped her hand, quick for real this time, to close on the remaining wheel of cheese, dragging it slowly up, up to-

“… Come and take it.”

- to slide in the lose collar of her shirt, returning to lay more back and propping back on her elbow.

It had taken some practice to learn to read her, she hid everything well and was little expressive. But it wasn’t impossible, and Alistair knew her, by now. And he could see, paying attention, how she stretched harshly the corners of her mouth, pushing her lips together, how her eyebrow contracted minutely and her eyes slanted. He stopped. She stopped.

“… That was-” He whispered.

“… This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done, and I drank Darkspawn blood.”

They look each other in the eyes and then started to laugh at the same time, hard and loud. And oh, to think that Alistair had actually believed she wasn’t able to laugh up until a month and a half since he met her. He rested his forehead on her shoulder -smelling, indeed, the cheese.

“Please, Alistair, take it out.” She asked him, still laughing.

“As my Warden-Commander demands.”

25. Senseless – Raina.

By all means, it didn’t make any sense.

It just… Didn’t.

She was hugging her, and she knew she never was her favourite. She knew there should be Bethany there, and instead… Instead, it was just the last of a long series of disappointments, a long series of big and small things Raina did that made her mother frown or sigh or yell at her. And she couldn’t be a good daughter not even on her deathbed. Or… Well, there wasn’t a bed.

She clutched her closer, panic scorching her throat, her heart thrumming in her eyes, at a loss for words and staring in her eyes, glossy and milky. She forced words out of her throat, but all it came out was nothing at all. They spoke, Leandra spoke, kinder and with more love in the open than she ever thought she would have heard from her.

It didn’t make any sense.

It was all she had wanted for so long.

It was all she had wanted, intensely, ever since her father died and there was suddenly no one to mediate between them, remind them that they loved each other, remind Leandra that Raina needed her spaces and her freedom, remind Raina that Leandra acted out of love, it was her way of showing it.

And now that she had it, now that she had her mother saying she was proud of her, raising a trembling hand to caress her, waving her fingers -another woman’s fingers- through her locks, cropped short as Leandra always said she hated on her, all Raina wanted, so desperately she couldn’t move and felt herself replying as if it wasn’t really herself speaking, was for her mother to scold her. Yell at her, complain that she was too slow, to late as per her usual. That she never learnt punctuality and she told her that it was rude. That her hair was ugly, so short, she should have let it grow back. That she shouldn’t fight at all, not praising her strength.

She didn’t feel strong, all she felt was lonely and a failure and like her world was falling on her shoulder, her chest too tight, as the light slowly left the eyes of her mother in her arms.

The rest all felt like a haze. Her, yelling at Garrett to bring her back, do something, her brother just hugging her tight, crying in her neck and not saying anything as she went on yelling and screaming, holding on for dear life.

They returned home together, and she couldn’t remember if she said anything to the others. There were Varric and Anders with them.

The mansion seemed to loom over them both, each corner was dark and gloomy. The siblings huddled together in the same bed, that night, both too stunned to speak.

Nobody scolded them when they woke up way past midday, the next day, still dressed as they returned, and covered in grime and blood.

They didn’t have to be reminded to change the sheets of the bed, and refused to let anyone else do that. They waited for dinner before eating, as Leandra would have bidded them.

It was funny, how Leandra’s ghost remained more present, in her stark absence, than Malcolm’s ever did.

It made absolutely no sense.

30. Harsh Whisper – Aisling.

“What are you doing here?”

Aisling loved Cullen. Oh, she did. She loved how much he cared about things and how much he cared about her, how he could go from professional and serious to bashful and sweet in but three words.

Right now, tho, he wanted to strangle him.

“Sssssssssssssht!”

She turned and shushed him, grumpily, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him down with her, on the ground hidden by a pile of crates and a barrell full of materials, up to the open ramparts leading to guest rooms. She took him by surprise and he fell heavily by her side, or better, on her side. She grunted in discomfort and in disappointment: that armour wasn’t only heavy, but also noisy as hell.

“Who’s there?”

Came another voice, from the other side of the barrels. Aisling gasped and placed the palm of a hand on Cullen’s mouth, pressing it shut with a humph from the warrior, and quickly -very quickly- evoked a spell to hide them both. They stayed there, perfectly still, until they could see up there a very suspicious Dorian looking left and right, a hand on the crate just beside Aisling’s head. Cullen felt her catching her breath, and instinctively did the same.

An endless minute after, the Tevinter huffed to his nose and walked back, leaving them alone. With a sigh, Aisling let go of the spell, the air stopped buzzing right around them, so close to the skin it felt like another set of clothing, and harsh whispered in his ear, grumpily.

“Not a word, and keep cover.”

He nodded, and she let him go, moving her hand away and scrambling to peek around the crate, both hands on the corner and hair falling down. Curious about what was going on and in whatever crazy shenanigan he had just fallen, Cullen did so too, very carefully moving not to have his armour clang too much.

“What are we doing?”

“Look!”

And look they did: Dorian looked left and right, standing still in front of a door. After a minute, sure he was alone, he cleared his throat, straightened his collar and knocked purposefully on said door. Back straight as the wall before him, and a determined frown on his face, barely perceivable in the moonlight but still there.

The door opened, bathing the mage in golden candlelight, and a bulky, tall figure leaned on the frame, smiling down at him from a horned head. They exchanged some words, but they were too soft for their observer to really hear. What mattered, and made Aisling place a hand on her own mouth as she squealed in delight, was that the two exchanged a kiss -a very deep, frankly too passionate kiss to assist too- before entering the room and closing the door shut behind them.

“What was that?”

“It was that I wanted to talk about the next dragon hunt with Bull and Dorian was there pacing and looking suspicious and I knew there was something up.” Aisling giggled, sitting down behind the crates and looking all too pleased with herself.

“So, you spied on him?” He asked, sitting beside her on the ground, legs straight before him.

“I didn’t spy on him.” She huffed. “I just… Sat down here before he could see me. It was very casual. Also he totally saw us on the battlements back then, it’s only right.”

“He saw us.” He chided. “You didn’t tell him.”

“I don’t tell him everything, you see.”

“We travelled together, love.” Cullen chuckled. “I heard you telling him where you were going to pee.”

“Yes, so he could check nobody got there.”

A moment of silence.

“… I swear he started it, I had to check no animal got close to him... And I don’t tell him everything everything, don’t look so smug.”

He did, in fact, keep looking slightly smug as they returned to their feet and back to the rest of the Keep. In the excitement of two of her best friends evidently happy together, and her own happiness, tho, she paid it little mind. She didn’t really plan on spying on Dorian, and she could understand why he wanted privacy, even from her. She had time until he was ready to practice making a convincing surprised face.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Dream my love!!! I'm back again to say hi! I hope you're doing well darling!

Now... Onto the chapters! Starting with Chapter 6.

"you weren't jealous" Clover stop lying to yourself and everyone else around you. Honey, you ate in ✨Denial✨ If anything this girl is seething with jealousy. (*Cough* I cant wait to see Kitty's reaction when they announce their wedding *cough* *cough*)

I love her aunt and uncle, like they're just so wholesome and sweet I love them so much.

TEDDY CALLING LOTTIE BEAUTIFUL oh my good lord this child is going to kill me he's so fluffing cute!!! And him bowing to her???? This boy is gonna be a heartbreaker for sure!

Also I love Lottie and Clover's friendship its just this:

I also love how Clover's passion is gardening, especially since that's seen as more of a servants job but she wants to do it herself, just furthering her black sheep stereotype.

Also if we're going off the Lottie and Anthony, technically Lottie, Clover, and Daphne will all be sisters. Just the three of them together would be so fun, I feel like when they're older they'll have a bond much like lady Danbury and Violet.

The greenhouse... I'm starting to see a pattern here dream.., Haha, all the bridgerton boys are just being mighty scandalous in a greenhouse

"older husbands move slower" Oh God clover your father was awful I can just tell. The more and more that's revealed about clover makes me think. A lot of the time people's love styles or how they view it is how they saw it growing up. It makes sense why Clover has such a twisted view of love or marriage for that fact. This is why I'm even more grateful little Teddy is growing up with their aunt and uncle and not their parents.

✨protective Benedict!!!✨My heart can't take this, but him just getting so worked up about even the thought of someone hitting clover.

Alright... Chapter 7 lets go!

The fainting scare. I'm sure this was just terrifying to Benedict due to how his father ya know died in a garden.... Her aunt being so worried about her shows how much she cares for her. Also, do her aunt and uncle know how bad their home lives were?

Hold on this is so off the wall but Hades, you know how in Enamored, one of the ball themes was legends? All I can see is Clover being Persephone the dread queen and Benedict being Hades.

haha Benedict having to stay in the carriage while Daph and Lottie visited, poor man probably looked like a kicked puppy sitting there.

him painting her favorite flower!!! Dream my heart!!!

the rooftop scene was so cute yet heart-wrenching at the same time. No matter how much she wants happiness or love shes gonna deny it for herself becuse she dosent think love is worth it. Where is chérie when we need her??

Okay onto chapter 8 the big boy

Teddy and Clover baking is so sweet, and Teddy being scared that shes going to abandon him when she gets married, like sweet boy. Bro their parents messed them up BAD. I think I have the let's beat up Clover's parents petition all done so all we need is people.

Them both being frozen in time when they see each other in the ballroom is just so precious. then their dance is just so amazingly written. I love how benedict says that she torments him, its such beautiful wording.

Ah the Gazebo... oop- that got a little ✨spicy✨ Just the tension build up then that. ugh dream you're amazing.

"and then someone gasped"

oh shit

oh my lord, Benedict standing in front of clover. Also, I'm just gonna slap lady fetherington. Like girl I know you're having some marital troubles but atop being a cackling hen.

"Were going to be married"

DREAM THE CLIFHANGER!!! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WAIT A WEEK?????

Overall this story is AMAZING I'm so exited to see where you take it!! sending love! Mwah!

Darliiiiing, hiii! ❤️❤️❤️

Omg I'm so exciteeeed! 😍🥰❤️

I feel like Clover will be in denial for her feelings for a long time, especially after this last chapter 😏And Kitty will be so furious when she hears, because she thought she was the one who was going to marry Benedict after their dance😈

Her aunt and uncle love her and Teddy so much! ❤️

Aww Teddy is so well behaved and I'm sure their uncle taught him to be a gentleman and to respect ladies even at that age, so he will be bowing to them and pulling their chairs and such😂 Even if the chair is taller than him😂

LOLLL THAT'S DEFINITELY LOTTIE AND CLOVER'S FRIENDSHIP😂

Yesss exactly! Like, ladies loved flowers but they didn't exactly....spent that much time in gardens to grow them and plant them and such ❤️ Clover on the other hand could just spent her whole day in the garden and not even notice the time passing ❤️

Aw they will be sisters and they will be very close with each other! ❤️🥰

Can you tell I love greenhouse settings yet? 😈😂

A lot of the time people's love styles or how they view it is how they saw it growing up. It makes sense why Clover has such a twisted view of love or marriage for that fact. THIS! THIS IS SO TRUE! ❤️ She grew up in a really bad home so she is convinced that it's like that most of the time😱

Benedict saw red even at the thought of someone hitting Clover yessss ❤️

I think he was very worried about her when he heard about her fainting ❤️ Her aunt and uncle have an idea about how bad it was back then, but they don't know the details because Clover refuses to talk about it 💔

Clover as Persephone, I CAN TOTALLY SEE THAT😍❤️

He will paint lots of stuff for her🥰

Where is chérie when we need her?? Omg we definitely need her here 😂 Like, she would have worked her matchmaking magic on them nonstop until they got together 😂❤️

Oh their parents messed them up so so badly, and it'll come up a lot in the following chapters ❤️ Benedict doesn't even know the half of it yet, but he will learn ❤️

I can totally sign that petition too😂

I love how benedict says that she torments him, its such beautiful wording. Awww, it makes me so happy to hear this honey! 🥰❤️❤️

oh my lord, Benedict standing in front of clover. YOU NOTICED THAT! OMG YOU NOTICED THAT DETAIL!😍❤️ That was my favorite detail in the whole chapter! 😍

Darliiiing, you're so sweet, thank you so so much for this! ILYSM! ❤️❤️❤️

[sentofight]

Plots please + Lyn, Rokurou, Zack, maybe Lucina and Kula too?

Lyn

Taking from what you said in the bingo card, would teaching him how to ride a horse count as a plot for a thread? Listen, things could go south in a battlefield and it would do good for Zech to know how to ride one if it was necessarily. Or he can just sit behind Lyn and let her ride the horse and he off heads with his sword? (Listen, Zech what if i offered you a casual horse ride and idle chat? bonding hours in nature? y/y?)

We could circle back to the 'scars' on him idea? She's curios because how can a person get this many when he is 'young'. Being sensitive and sympathetic to people's pain, it probably eat at her to know if she can help in a way. Knowing Lyn, she can be a bit pushy but she will back off to give him his personal space. Though Zech can spot her giving him the 'talk to me if you want, friend' look.

Perhaps in her world thread? A mission back in her world and Zech is picked by summoner to go with Lyn and the gang because he asked or Summoner thought he would be an asset in battle. Zech can learn first hand about the dragons and the whole Nergal's plan and what happened to Lyn's tribe?

or we can do a normal idle chat thread? opening up about some traumatic events--like how her tribe got killed, her parents and how she lost everything in one night. nudge nudge at zech, tell her more about yourself. does he have a dream? she does! want to hear about it?

relationship wise, I don't mind if it goes into romantic department but they are both on the hurty side, it will definitely take some time. Plus, she is a stubborn lady and looking at how Zech tend to 'act nice guy' it might ruffle some of her 'I can handle myself' feathers, the whole misunderstanding because she tends to quickly be defensive about her abilities and being a woman lol. she got dismissed so quickly after all from her tribe who survived the slaughter so it is something will be in the back of her mind forever. it is not something that will go away with time. Even with Zech's reassurance, it comes and goes from time to time, so they both need to play the patient game with each other lol.

Rokurou

Listen, Rokurou is a daemon--a yaksha, war daemon. If he sensed that Zech is strong then he will come and ask for a match. A swordsman's pride is being unparalleled so count on him to keep bothering Zech to fight him. In which verse though? In yours or his or we can make up something that works for the both of them yehaw.

This could go into the 'oops did I summon a daemon?' kind of idea. Dunno how it will work with Zech but perhaps someone tried to curse Zech and instead, they unable him to have a demon buddy lol. (slides maybe some f/ate at you if you are interested.)

Another idea, similarly, Zech might have broken rokurou's seal and awakened him. Technically, he could have been trapped by a mage because he kept wrecking havoc trying to find fighters to fight against. Basically, terrorizing people until someone put a spell on him to trap him in some sort of eternal sleep. you unlocked the grand prize, now he will follow you because (idk how to repay you so imma follow you and destroy your foes for you, buddy. wanna grab some drinks, too? let me check that sword for you--I'll have you know, I know a thing or two about smithy.)

Their relationship is definitely wonky. Looking at how zero morale compass Roku can be (at times), it might push some buttons for Zech. At least, he can trust that Roku will honor his word if they had some sort of agreement. Listen, rokurou is old school, you do him a solid favor, he will pay it back no matter what.

Zack

I remember I had a small thread with sora and she was eyes emoji at him like Serge and hes like who dis? and shes like my sister's late boyfriend and yeah. would zeck be looking for sora and maybe zack helps him? another mission for the 1st class soldier! lol

If zech has a F/F 7 verse then would they be soldiers together? if so, the two can be on a mission together and they cause chaos together lol. if not, he found himself in gaia (like he always get kicked into other realms) and perhaps is mercenary and does what it needs to gather info and there walks zack who is willing to yap info if you became his friend lol.

Their relationship is definitely buddies! whether zech want to admit it or not, Zack will get another big bro figure. sparkle eyes at him to teach him the cool moves he got and tell him more about the adventures he went through. come on man, dont be a wet blanket! nudge nudge you like him, dont you? eh? eh? positive reinforcement from one puppy! give zech diabetes for having an innocent(?) puppy guy around lol.

Lucina

ROLLS MY SLEEVES. HELLO, WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN. IS ZECH WILLING TO GO INTO ANOTHER PARALLEL WORLD WITH THE BROKEN FUTURE AND BROKEN LUCINA?

HOW ABOUT FALLEN LUCINA MHM? ALL HAIL GRIMA! CAN ZECH CUT DOWN HIS DOOTER? HUH? HUH? CAN YOU HARM HER EVEN THOUGH SHE IS ABOUT TO CHOP HIS HEAD?? CAN HE TOLERATE HEARING HER CRIES AND EYES TEARING BLOOD. [I LOST. EVERYTHING .... EVERYTHING ... I HAVE NOTHING ....LEFT... FATHER.....MOTHER.....EVERYONE....THEY'RE GONE....I AM ALONE....ALL ALONE.....IT'S.....COLD....I HATE THIS....L...E.....O........] teehee~ <3

Listen, post game threads is good, too man. In my main post game setting for Lucina, she would open an orphanage to raise children who lost their parents to the war. She knows what it feels like to be parents-less in a blink of an eye. I can see Leo going with her wish (i think, I hope) and the two starting it together. Father, come visit and share stories to the kids. After all, you are the valiant hero with the sword that shines so brightly against the darkness (totally not Lucina had been telling stories about her time with the shepherds and totally didnt tell stories about her two papas and two mamas and the kids now think zech is magical hero who will beam light of his sword. sorry not sorry.) have diabetes instead of sad teehee.

ok more diabetes. father daughter thread. idle chat. let them do a hobby they can enjoy together. cooking? be her taste taster. fishing? watch her nap instantly bored out of her mind but she wanted to try something new lol. carving wood? she knows how to handle a sword but imagination is not her forte;;; shopping? unleash her chaotic and eccentric taste on zech; picking the most random thing for him and for sora and leo and aurora.

listen listen. daughters thread? if zech is not going shopping with her, can aurora go? settle down in a tavern or somewhere to talk about girls stuff! lucina asking aurora to tell her more about leo, their childhood. maybe aurora can ask her things she wants to know too! it would do her good to have a bestie she can talk to ;u; bestieeeee come here lets go pick the weirdest shirt to leo! giggles happily~

rubs my angsty hands. listen buddy i gave you fun threads now listen to this one. one of them taking a critical hit because imma abuse the partner jump for a hit game mechanic and yolo. listen, would i throw more sad and say it is lucina who took the hit and now zech feels like life is doing the same shit at him, giving him happiness and taking it in the most cruel way? he thinks he ruined his son's happy life as well the first time someone called him father beside his kids? ehehehehe i double the sad and say it is zech who got hurt and lucina feels like nothing good ever happens to her--her world got destroyed, her parents die, her friends lost their parents, she lost her country, her people, and now she is the reason her lover's father is in a critical condition because of her. she can't look into leo's eyes if so. aurora might try to talk to her but she is depressed and only blaming herself. not enough 'it is not your fault' can change her mind until papa wakes up and tell her to stop being an idiot because he will do it again for her; she is his daughter waaaaa. eat this kinkoz! *weeps*

yo papa what if you got a grandchild .....................just saying. leo better make dreams come true. winks winks wonks wonks nudge nudge. honks.

Kula

Will Zech join the tournament? If so, she might join his team to piss of K' and Maxima because he bought her lots of ice cream XD their team will be zech, sora and kula lmao (never forget ZZ!)

Since it is modern-ish settings, zech might stumble upon kula shopping and for some reason dudes are trying to rob her and insert comical moment zech trying to save her and she just freezes them like its nothing. ah! oji---zeze! whatcha doing? blinks blinks.

but what if NESTS, too tried to kidnap sora and use her for experiment? and zech wants more clue, hence kula 'i was part of them.' looks innocently and brightly at him 'wanna go destroy them together? diana and foxy can help us! and K! and maxima! and Seirah! and Seirah's big boss and shades(clark) and muscles(ralf)!'

also this could branch out of the previous one, but kula is kind of 'easy' to hack her brain because 'child mentality' and all, so what if she got hacked to get rid of zech who is snooping around NEST? he got a lot of work cut out of him if he wants her sanity back. or not. there are lots of options haha. he can't treat her nicely when she is about to make him part of the ice age lol.

for their relationship, expect her a freeloader for ice cream lol and attention and fun time! kula gets attached to people who are nice to her and generally don't treat her like a helpless kid. she likes to learn so i can see zech the 'let me explain' kind of guy because she is always about to do something she thinks is ok but common sense says no.

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