#since i did monochrome shit

[wisdommage]

Have some Dinluke Keldabe Kisses for the soul

Yes its an acrylic painting, no i dont have much experience with acrylic, yes i had so much fun painting this

[writingmeraki]

hurt hearts — k.mg drabble.

❝ in which you learn mingyu has a big heart ( and chest—) and he's terribly hurt while you might just beat the shit out of him.

( or mingyu's heart was already yours before you even knew it )

pairing : secret!agent mingyu x secret!agent reader, acquaintances stage. genre : fluff, angsty. warnings : mentions of injuries, treating wounds ( inaccurate forgive me🙏) mingyu ( he's a warning ).

a/n : the double update as promised hehe also the pic is not even related to the drabble but I just had to use it yk?? thank you to @etherealyoungk for feeding my delusions. also this got angsty quite quick 😭 ???( might do a summer fic with this mingyu hehehe ) pls I was also like naurr why is it so sad suddenly but eh it's fine. take this as some sort of teaser for the full secret agent mingyu fic I guess! and yes I will never get fed up of writing these two <3 let me know what you think of this mwah 💌

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“Are you fucking stupid?!?”

Silence enveloped the room as you asked in a voice laced with agitation.

It was all whispers of panic and chaos while you took in the scene in front of you, quiet and in your thoughts, but the more you thought of it, the more you got enraged.

“Do you even realise what could have happened?"

It seemed as though the wound on his chest was glaring at you as you spoke, unable to look away from it as it continued to bleed. You winced, frowning more as you shook your head.

Mingyu, on the other hand, like the true annoyance he was, blinked in surprise as he heard you cuss. It was rare you did, it was rare you talked actually, choosing to only answer in small replies.

Or maybe you just hated him because he swears he’s seen you not only talk but also laugh and giggle with Vernon and Chan, even Seungcheol!

He didn’t want to admit it before but now he can, he absolutely disliked the fact that you were more nonchalant to him than any other person. Was he the problem?

No, no negative thoughts right now. Perhaps you were just shy around him.

Right because a shy person would definitely be glaring at him with all the rage enough to just burn him with a gaze.

Who was he trying to convince? You hated him and for all he knew, he was just a nuisance in your life.

“Where’s Wonwoo?! Is Dr.Jeon not there?” You sat him down on the lounge chair in the agency building. It was supposed to mimic how an actual office building would be, hence they even did the extra and added the typical reception desk and waiting area at the ground floor.

Wonwoo? Since when were you on a first name basis with Wonwoo?

He frowned at that, he didn't want to admit it but it annoyed him just a little. Though. He did have other bigger problems right now.

Like the gash on his upper chest that was bleeding. But it seemed the adrenaline had dimmed down the pain. It felt more numb if anything.

“He-he left. I mean his shift is over there's no one—”

“How the fuck is there no other doctor on duty?! In a fucking place like this you'd expect at least one how—”

You pinched your nose and took a deep breath. You were on the verge of possibly killing someone.

Mingyu was bleeding and you needed to think.

“Seungkwan. Get me the first aid kit. Chan, go get some water. And you-”

You looked back at Mingyu in question,

“Can you walk?”

Instead of answering, he nodded curtly, not really wanting to provoke you than he already had. He knew when and where to speak up when he should. At least sometimes he did.

“Great, let's go to my room.”

[ A few moments later ]

Your office space was very…you. It was like a reflection of what he thinks you are.

Your artefacts, some polaroids with people in few and more so sceneries. It resembled a lot of you but also not enough to satisfy his curiosity. He wanted to know more.

He sat down on the sofa, a light pink coloured one, one that stood out in the monochrome room. But it was nice. It was pretty.

He also thinks you look pretty, even though you were tense, eyebrows scrunched as you cut the bandage tape precisely.

You look pretty all the time though.

“I'll need you to remove your shirt.”

Mingyu would love to hear so much from you, and wanted to hear you say so many things for him. This was one of them for sure, but definitely not in the circumstances he wishes.

“I-what? ” He chokes up, immediately sitting up from his leaned back position, one you forced him into when he came there.

You put down the bandage after you finished, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, now crossing your arms.

“How else do you want me to treat your wound?”

“You're-you’ll be treating it?”

“Does it look like there's anyone else right now who can? If you're scared, just trust me, I uh- I have experience from treating my own and others as well.”

You said it firmly because you realised the unsurety in his voice might be right. He didn't know that you knew basic first aid and actually more, it was a requirement for most agents but perhaps it was different here.

Mingyu did trust you. That wasn't what he doubted. He doubted himself, whether he'd be able to handle you touching him in any way. He's terrified he might pass out.

“Okay, now I'll need you to actually remove your shirt, I'll help if you-”

“NO!-uh no I'll do it myself.”

He immediately raised his hands and began unbuttoning, as the shirt got more loose, you focused on how the wound was.

It was a slice, not a stab luckily, so it wouldn't have caused as much damage as a stab would. But it still was damage that hurt.

He hissed in pain as his shirt moved away from his hurt chest, the wound being open to the air.

Slowly, he removed his other arm and finally got his blood soaked shirt out. He questioned where to put it without saying anything as he looked around but you just grabbed it and tossed it in the dustbin.

It was one of his favourites.

Seeing the slight pout on his face, you rolled your eyes because of course, Mingyu would find that to be an issue and not the fact that he was bleeding out.

“I'll get you another one.”

That made him look up at you, to which his eyes widened,

“Uh no I-”

“Shut up.”

You finished preparing the cotton to clean up his wound first, you turned to face him and for a brief moment you paused.

You didn't expect what was in front of you. Mingyu being shirtless was expected of course, but his toned torso and wait…were those abs??

You cleared your throat when you realised you might have been staring a little too long.

It wasn't like you weren't used to seeing people with muscular bodies or so. It was natural in your field for people to be fit.

But Mingyu. Holy shit, he looked like someone personally took their time on him.

“Uhm, okay so I'll just clean up your wound first and then disinfect it, then just bandage it up alright?”

Your voice sounded a lot less angry than before. Actually it sounded more timid if anything. It made Mingyu both shocked and curious as to why suddenly you'd seem so…nervous?

You moved to sit beside him, trying your best to not let your eyes waver more than they already have.

Unfortunately for you, fortunate for Mingyu, your eyes did wander and in fact lingered a little too long on his exposed chest. Along with his torso.

And he noticed.

And he realised.

Gulping slightly, no ordinary person would know but Mingyu did and the glint in his eyes shifted to something more confident, you raised your hand and gently began to clean the open wound.

It seemed it was not as deep as you initially thought.

Holy shit, I'm touching his chest.

You're not a teenager for goodness sake pull yourself together?!???

But his chest is buff and so- fuck. Fucking hell.

Your internal thoughts were in conflict as you cleaned up his wound, not even realising you were going over a place that was already cleaned.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and you were startled out of your conflict.

“You already cleaned it enough,” Mingyu had to bite his tongue to not slip out any sort of pet names but that didn't stop the small smirk on his face from seeing your somewhat composed demeanour be a little thrown off by his sudden nakedness.

His hand holding yours made it seem like you were burning. It burned when he touched you.

And how would one react to a burn?

They'd move far away from the cause of said burn.

You pulled your hand out and stood up quickly,

“Right, right, I was just uh- making sure. I wouldn't want any infections or anything like that.”

You turned back to your first aid kit, turning your back on him and slightly shook your head.

Pull yourself together. He's just…a guy.

But was he really just any guy?

He was Kim Mingyu. The guy who caused you more stress than anything. The same guy who also would bother you a lot during missions.

And yet he was also the same guy who saved you today. You were ambushed during the mission and outnumbered.

It was you against six. You could handle them practically speaking but you also would have your attention split more than it should be. Meaning you wouldn't be prepared for a seventh guy from out of nowhere.

But Mingyu happened to be able to come there. On time too. As though he was keeping up with you despite being in another room with another problem.

What you didn't know was how quickly he made it out of that room when he heard you were ambushed. How he felt his heart drop when he heard you yelp in pain when you got attacked out of nowhere. How he couldn't actually care about the rest of the mission after that and what he cared about most was getting you out of there. Safely.

He knew perhaps it was risky to have jumped in front of you when you were going to get stabbed but darn it be him than you anytime.

Luckily you were also quick enough to make sure he wasn't actually stabbed and pushed him aside as you gained the extra hand and were able to take down the ambusher.

You were not at all happy with what he did. In fact, going as far as to not talking to him till you reached the agency because you were boiling in rage.

“You know you shouldn't have jumped in between like that.”

You said as you soaked up the cotton in hydrogen peroxide.

“But you would have gotten terribly hurt.” Mingyu frowned at your words. The doubt from before raising as to why you'd been so upset with him when he actually saved you.

“Yes but that would be my fault. I would get hurt in my own fight. I'd bleed and patch it up myself. There would be no one else hurt but me.”

You turned to face him, holding the cotton in your hand as you walked up again towards him.

“Not you who got hurt because of me. I wouldn't feel the…the guilt. You got hurt. Because of me.”

His eyes softened upon hearing your words. It made sense now. You were feeling guilty and that's why you'd been so upset. He thinks he'd feel the same too if you were to get hurt somehow because of him.

“I'm…I'm sorry I didn't think about that but I couldn't just sit back and let you get hurt knowingly, I just, I couldn't do that. Not to you.”

You sat back down to your original position, now having completely different emotions than before. But you weren't sure which you preferred because the current ones were only making you feel more worse if anything.

Lightly pressing the soaked cotton on his open wound, he hissed in pain as the alcohol came in contact with his open skin.

“It's fine Mingyu, you don't need to explain, I get it. I'd also do it. Thank you for…saving me.”

You don't need to thank me.I'd only do it for you though. I'd risk anything for you.

But instead he could only gasp in pain as you continued to clean,

“Yeah, what a time to say thank you when you're causing me only more pain.”

You rolled your eyes at his words but felt a little bad for him due to knowing the pain of hydrogen peroxide to an exposed wound.

“Oh, shut up now you big baby, this will help you.”

“Baby? Are we moving on to pet names now?”

“What??? I didn't- I didn't mean it that-”

“Oh I know, I was just messing with you.”

“You-!”

After a bit more cleaning and more arguing, you got up and grabbed the bandage.

“Now how will I wrap this?”

You questioned as you held it. He also got up, feeling a bit better but you still warned him not to move to much as the wound was not yet wrapped.

Then you got the idea of how to wrap it.

“Listen, what I'll do is wrap this around your entire chest, like the entire upper part alright? I don't have anything else besides this right now but it'll help temporarily. Tomorrow you go and get it properly dressed from Wonwoo.”

He nodded obediently and it was slightly cute as to how he almost resembled a little puppy quietly following instructions. Though you could see him getting tired from the way his eyes seemed to drift.

“I'll do it as quick as I can.”

And quickly you did, already wrapping over the wound enough,to the point Mimgyu had to tell you he felt like he couldn't breath and that's when you stopped.

No sign of blood.

You noted as you taped over the left over end part on the right side of his chest.

For this part, you were very close to him, to ensure the best precision. He was just glad it wasn't the left side of his chest or else you'd definitely feel how fast his heartbeat was going from the moment you got closer.

Mingyu likes you. Like really really likes you. You who stayed behind and treated his wound. You who felt guilty for him getting hurt for something he chose to do.

He thinks in this situation no matter how hurt he got, he was now sure about you. More specifically liking you.

“There. All done.” You patted down his chest lightly as you moved a little behind but before you could properly go, his hand out of nowhere held your own and pulled you closer.

It was unexpected so you couldn't help but stumble a bit as your eyes widened.

You were very close. Too close in fact you were sure if you moved a bit more closer, you might just end up kissing him.

It didn't seem like too bad of an idea.

“Mingyu, what are you doing?”

“I just, I want to tell you thank you for helping me out right now, properly.”

He smiled softly at you, his canines slightly peaking from beneath his closed lip smile and you swore you felt your body flush.

He looked…as handsome as he always did. Brown eyes shimmering in all sorts of emotions, lips a shade of pretty pink.

But you couldn't. You couldn't dare. Not now.

Clearing your throat, you pulled back and stepped behind, your body suddenly feeling a weird coldness from the sudden distance.

On the other hand, Minghu seemed confused. Did he push too far? He didn't mean to, he didn't want to rush anything, he just wanted to properly say thank you like actually say it and not do anything-

“It's alright. I hope you get better soon. I'll call Seungkwan to get you a shirt. You can get changed here. I'll just leave now, it's late anyways and you should to.”

“Have a goodnight agent Kim.”

Agent…Kim? Not even Mingyu?

Before he could even question your change of behaviour, you'd already moved out of your room as if you life depended on it.

As if you'd rather be anywhere but there.

As if you suddenly remembered your dislike towards him.

“Wait! Y/—”

Sighing out, in likely relief as you got out of your office, you made your way down to the lobby.

You couldn't help but feel the guilt, if not even more at how you left Mingyu just because you were a coward. Just because you didn't want to admit how he made you feel.

You couldn't do that to him. Not at this moment.

And perhaps you couldn't do that to him ever, for Kim Mingyu deserves the best.

And that was surely not you.

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[blues824]

Hello! I hope you are doing well! I love your writing 💜 If you don't mind could you do a soulmate mc with Malleus and Leona? (Separately) Sorry if that doesn't make any sense lol If you have too many other requests or you feel overwhelmed don't pay this any attention.

Take breaks and stay hydrated!

Gender-neutral reader. I used the Seeing Color AU, where you can’t see colors until you see your soulmate.

Leona Kingscholar

For the longest time, Leona could not see color. He didn’t really care, as he didn’t believe he was missing out on anything. However, if you asked him when he was a young cub, he would respond with a sheer amount of excitement upon the probability of meeting his soulmate and seeing color before his brother did.

That didn’t happen, as Falena saw his soulmate and saw colors that he had tried (and failed) to describe to his younger brother. It honestly made Leona mad that his brother beat him at something once again, and he would be the second to do something again. He was happy for his brother, but insanely jealous at this amazing and legendary feat. 

After 20 years passed and not an ounce of color aside from the monochrome greyscale, the lion lost all hope. He would roll his eyes whenever someone from his dorm came back and exclaimed about the many different colors that they were now able to see. Good for them, but there was no need to shout out to the world that you found your soulmate.

Eventually, it got to be too much. Ruggie was telling him about how he hoped to meet his soulmate, and Leona just stomped off in anger and annoyance. He didn’t need to hear this ‘true love’ bullshit that he’s been hearing for his entire life up to this point. So, he went to the botanical gardens to take a nap and forget about it all. 

Unfortunately, his nap didn’t last too long, as some incompetent fool decided to step on and trip over his tail. He was understandably angry, as he could be snoozing right now. However, upon opening his eyes and meeting the gaze of the offender… he let out a grunt of surprise upon being attacked with the colors surrounding him.

You had a look of surprise that matched his, and you both just stared at each other in shock. It wasn’t until Grim asked what the hold-up was where you broke eye contact, and he just pulled the leg of your pants to get you to continue moving. You looked back at your… soulmate… and apologized for stepping on his tail before you kept moving.

Leona’s only thought after that interaction was, “Oh, shit…”

Malleus Draconia

No matter what, he always held up hope that he would someday meet his soulmate. Ever since he was a young hatchling, both his grandmother and Lilia would tell him about their soulmates when they were still alive, and they would assure him that he would meet his own one day. Even 178 years later and no color, he still had hope. One might call him a hopeless romantic.

It did make him feel a bit of comfort that his retainers (aside from Lilia, as mentioned before) had also not met their soulmates, even if it is a bit selfish of him to think that. Each night, he would roam around the NRC campus, looking at the moon and wondering if his soulmate was staring at the same moon.

Where were you? He would travel to the moon himself if it meant that you were there, waiting for him. For his entire life, he has been alone, being trained to be the next reigning monarch of the Briar Valley. He no longer wanted to be lonely, and he now wanted someone that he could love and cherish, ‘til death do they part.

All around him, his classmates were finding their soulmates, and he felt happy for them. It just gave him more and more hope that he would be able to find his soon. Until then, he would still look at the moon whenever he went to explore Ramshackle. He let out a sigh as he was about to head back to his own dorm, but then he heard someone’s voice asking to identify himself.

He turned around, meeting your gaze, and suddenly your surroundings were filled with color. Gasps made their way out of both your mouths as you just looked around, taking in the new visuals and trying to adjust to it. Then, after a few moments, you both returned to staring at each other. He had such a loving and joyful gaze, as he had dreamed of this moment for so long.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t accept your invitation when you asked him to come in, as he still had to return to his dormitory, but he had hearts and stars in his eyes. He asked you to call him what you desired, and your silly nickname that you created for him just repeated itself in his mind as he started the trek back to Diasomnia.

“So, the Child of Man is my soulmate…”

[that-one-xachster]

Megumi x Childhood Bestie!Reader Hcs part two

ok I'm continuing this lmfao

so lets get to the part after go/joe kidnaps itadori

and you're just chilling with megumi in his room questioning all life choices

and he's questioning life itself

"crabs probably think fish can fly"

"...what did you eat today"

"tuna mayo"

"istg if you pull the Inumaki crap-"

"bean bags are boneless sofas"

"wHaT"

"...I want a beanbag."

*audibly sighs*

so yeah very fun

and you have a sleepover with him bc like

why not

and drama

so let's say todays that very special once in a lifetime day that you fall asleep INSTANTLY

and like just boom "I'm tired" you're knocked out

and megumi's just there like "gurl??"

my bro is absolutely done cause you're like taking up most of his bed

and personal space

give the man a break 😔✋

so he tries shoving you a lil to the side

keyword: tries

but you're a stubborn person so you don't budge

also you're gripping the bed for dear life in your sLEEP-

you haven't grown out of it lmao

megumi pulls his iconic face and is just

absolutely done at this point

so-

he's known you since childhood anyway right

and you're asleep right

right

so you won't mind if he just plops on top of you and cuddle-spoons you while your sleeping to create space right 😊

just to create space

you don't mind even when you're awake but megumi doesn't know that-

so yes he lies on top of you- wraps an arm around your waist- and spoons you while he falls asleep-

im giggling squealing kicking my feet writing this don't mind me

so yes he's still spooning you while you're asleep-

and in the morning he wakes up first ehe-

bc sleep = none or sleep = all

"all's well thats well for me"

iykyk

but you're still sleeping

and its like 7:30 am

its too early for this shit

so he just stays in bed cuddling you

and boom half an hour later you wake up

but you pretend to be sleeping heh

why

plot

so you two are technically cuddling rn and then my bro realizes that your awake-

and hes like

"oh good morning"

yeah we're totally gonna gaslight

"good morning to you too"

we're gonna keep up the gaslighting

so you turn around and you're facing megumi and you're like what time is it he's like 8:30 am or sum

so you both get up bleh the boring stuff

AND THIS IS THE MOMENT WHERE ITADORI IS GETTING SHOWN HIS ROOM SO-

YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING

so then megumi walks out of the room but you're still inside cause why not

and then itadori and megumi have some bro talk and you just pop up behind megumi-

itadori sHRIEKS

gojos like 'did u two have a sleepover 😼'

and megumi ofc is like 'why do you care'

and itadori goes-

GASPPP ARE YOU TWO DATING???

the way your faces heat up so fast

FACES

WITH AN S

PLURAL

MEGUMI'S BLUSHING TOO

and hes like 'what the f no i'm not dating this idiot here'

you're like 'i wish 😔'

tHE WAY HE BLUSHES HARDER

no this does not go unnoticed by gojo and he whips out his phone faster than lightning mcqueen and bombards him with pictures

'smile for the camera megumi~'

'boy if you don't shut your skin tone chicken bone google chrome no home flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full blown monochrome student loan Indiana jones overgrown flintstone x and Y chromosome hormone friend zone Sylvester Stallone Sierra loan autozone professionally seen silver patrone head ass up-'

yes I had to

anyway y'all gotta go pick up the other first year aka nobara

and you're like

"OOH OOH GOJO SENSEI BOY OR GIRL"

"hehe you'll see"

so you make all of them speed to wherever the hell yer picking her up

idt I mentioned you slept in the car and your head was on megumis shoulder eheh

itadori kept teasing him and won't let him live it down fr

so yk nobara and her iconic scene

you have no shame

and you drink your respect women juice

im trying to make this gender neutral 😭

you see the uniform and you're cheering her on so much like

"WOO YEAHHH- PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE YOU GO GIRL-"

and shes like tf is this crazy bish doing

but you're just really excited to have another person in the group cause being around the same uh 7-8 people can get boring

so you meet her and you're pretty excited

"be glad boys, you're getting another girl in the group."

now that drops your opinion

so you have a smol idea

to uh

you whisper something in her ear and the wAY HER EXPRESSION DROPS

guess what you said <3 bc ik ofc I wanna see what y'all think

anyhoo so then shes like WHAT THE HELL and drops it

and boom you pull your feminine/masculine/nonbinary wiles and she's now your bestie

and gojo says we're going sOmEwHeRe

and nobara and itadori get so excited

yk the EJWRHTKWJEHTAUIETHR and the hugging gojo

you're standing next to megumi though cause you know whats coming

the way their face drops when y'all go to that messed up school- was it a school?

anyway yuji and nobara go in and you're outside with megumi and gojo

y'all are sitting down nearby

you're tired af with this shit so you just plop your head down in megumi's lap and no questions he just lets you

<3

and hes running his fingers through your HAIRRRRR

*screaming*

so you have some lovey-dovey time and gojo sneaks a picture cause he low-key ships you two

and after the two come out y'all just walk back very nice day

okay moving on from the boring stuff he goes back to his dorm

is developing a crush ehe

so hes just lying in bed thinking like

WHY TF AM I FEELING THIS WAY OVER THAT IDIOT RAHHHH

poor guys conflicted

but good for you hehe

sigh I'm tired ill write a part 3 later lmao

[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 21: Lightning

Due to the Koopa Kingdom’s unique climate, their weather patterns ranged from firestorms to clear skies to-

CRASH!

Excessively violent thunderstorms.

A normal occurrence, really, but one which Bowser has detested since Junior was born.

He hates seeing his son be scared awake every nightly storm, and utterly despises the fact that he's unable to sleep for the rest of those nights.

Since he can’t exactly declare war on the weather, he does the next best thing:

Sitting in Junior’s room, letting his son burrow in his arms as the lighting continues to crash outside.

He has tried his best to calm him with humming, but being able to carry a tune means shit in the face of literal earth-shaking electric bolts.

So there he was, waiting the storm out with his son when there’s a quiet knock on the door.

The fact that a soldier hadn’t barged in, or that Kamek usually arrives in a poof of smoke, he instantly knew who was behind the door.

“Come in.”

The door opens, and Bowser tries to not squint for a figure as a monochrome head pops inside.

“Are-are you okay? Um-“ Luigi’s eyes are luminous in contrast to the darkened room, and it’s ridiculous easy to see them dart down to Junior in concern.

Bowser waves him over. “Just some flash frights.”

No matter what Luigi says about those eyes, he still thinks they are the prettiest things to see purely from his empathy shining through.

Even when he winces.

“Those aren’t fun.” The human(?) quickly enters and shuts the door, making his way to the makeshift blanket-nest before stopping at the edge of it. "I-" Luigi starts to look hesitant, "I can- probably help?"

Junior pokes his head out briefly, giving him a dubious look. "H-how can you-" A distant rumble is heard, and it takes a second for the kid to poke his head out again. "help?"

Luigi doesn't say anything, other than stretch out a hesitant hand to the ground.

Bowser... doesn't know what he's doing, but gives an encouraging nod anyway. Can't be worse than-

-his.... efforts?

Spreading from Luigi's hand, a solid shadow stretches out and around the Koopas, gradually pulsing up into a solid, silent dome that reaches a few feet above his head.

"What the fu-"

"Bowser! Language!"

Said Koopa couldn't hold back a wheeze at Luigi's indignation. Never mind how Junior might have heard worse before, it's a relief to hear Luigi shout like that again.

Speaking of Junior-

Nearly a minute after the dome was made, he pokes his head out and immediately let out a gasp. "How'd you do that?!" Junior excitedly wiggles out of his arms, wasting no time trying to poke at the 'walls' that Luigi made. Wait-

"How did you do that?"

"I-" Luigi scuffs the floor shyly, shoulders nearly up to his ears in embarrassment. "Remember that time I overslept? At the meeting?"

"Yeah?"

"Um," even though he couldn't blush anymore (Bowser checked), Luigi's level of bashfulness could probably be seen by a blind Koopa. "I sorta- blocked the light in my windows on accident? And though I set my clock for nighttime..?"

It doesn't take long for Bowser to put the pieces together.

"BWAHAHAHA! So you went back to sleep?!"

"I was tired! An I didn't know I could do that!"

He holds back his snickering, just a little-

Behind them, Junior pipes up. "Can you do that to Kamek? So I don't have to go to his morning lesson?"

-and promptly bursts out laughing again.

Even Luigi lets out a snort, although he's quick to reply. "N-no, piccolo! I don't think he'd appreciate it! AND-" He gives a gentle, but reproachful look. "You should still try to learn as much as you can!"

"Spoilsport."

The human has the gall to stick his tongue at him! "It's called self-preservation."

Meanwhile, Bowser watches them (especially Luigi) in interest. He doesn't get to watch his kids interact with Luigi as much as he would want, but even the new recruits have heard of the instances his favorite human took the time to bond with them.

A large part of him purrs at the thought of being one step closer to-

Junior looks between them curiously, but whatever that glint in his eyes means (nothing good, in terms of mischief), he doesn't do more than climb back into the nest.

...

Eventually, they all settled into the nest, figuring that the dome could vanish without Luigi there. It meant that Bowser was used as a bed for the other two occupants.

It also meant that, while Junior was dozing off, the adults were suddenly very aware of their proximity.

Bowser tries his best to not focus on it too much.

"How'd you know where to look anyway?" Last time he checked, Luigi was horrible with navigating the castle.

"Um," He looks away, and Bowser could feel him literally shrink in his arms. "I, can sort of- feel you two?"

"Feel?" He can feel Junior start to twitch- in a way that meant he was finally, deeply asleep.

"It's- it's been a while, but I thought it was just- just a side effect, you know?" Luigi looks up at him, and Bowser could feel his heart skip a beat at those soft eyes. "And after-" he does a vague gesture, but Bowser understands. "I- wanted to at least explore- maybe understand myself a bit. To- to make it... easier."

"Luigi..."

"Bowser." The air seems to hum around them. "Did you mean it?"

He didn't need to clarify. "I did. I do."

"Then-" Luigi's voice cracks, and Bowser is captivated by the sudden boldness in his gaze, the surety and fear and utter longing that he never knew he craved to see directed at him- "I'd like to stay, after- after the final treaties."

Bowser doesn't hesitate to use a free hand to cup Luigi's head, nor bring their noses brushing against each other.

"Yes!" There isn't a snowflake's chance in a volcano for him to say otherwise. "Of course!"

[orionfantasies]

I wanna see em all 🥺❤️

I CAN FINALLY ANSWER THIS 😭😭😭

Man you’re in for a ride 💀 the twst and newest Genshin redesign are the most recent designs I made. The rest (aka my normal used sona) are old designs that I might redesign again 🤡 can’t catch a break from designing sonas 😭

In regards to this ask

Designs utc <3

Aight, let’s start ✨

Genshin sona:

This is my newest redesign of my genshinsona <3 literally finished it today 💀

I smooshed two older designs together for some aspects of the design, like the green/orange color palette and the purple/pink color palette. The green/orange was from the previous design I had. The purple/pink was from an even earlier design I had ✨ you probably know me more for the brunette hair but my natural hair color is actually blonde. Decided to bring my blonde into this design for more accurate lore reasons ✨

With time and the more I draw this design, minor details might change <3 honestly this design has a few hints towards my lore 👀

Oh, oh, another thing that’s pretty consistent in my sonas are my tattoos 💀 the sword with spiderlilies being the most consistent and the circle changing depending on sona as they are more accurate to the universe my sona is part of ✨

Twisted Wonderland sona:

Ayyyy the brunette hair is back baby /j

This is more for when I got to NRC ✨ there’s also hints towards some lore and/or basic information about me in the design 👀 such as the jacket that doesn’t fit the normal NRC uniform, the yellow pupils, etc ✨ this is more for the idion universe, as seen with the fact that I’m in ignihyde (the dorm idia is in). But the vest can change depending on universe, could be blue for ignihyde or green for diasomnia (the dorm lilia is in <3). You’ll see the pointed ears are a given no matter what sona it is 💀 here the pointed ears are a show to the fact that I come of fae heritage ✨

In both universes my natural hair color is still blonde, I just dye it like I do irl because I’m not the fondest of my blonde hair haha. Also a reason why the hairstyles differ depending on sona is because either lore reasons or a hairstyle I’m currently fixated on 💀 here you can see I’m fixated on a more Xiao/Venti hairstyle as I’m currently growing out my hair to try the hairstyle haha <3 this sona and my normal sona will go through hairstyles I’m fixated on since they don’t really have lore reasons behind them.

Future (idion) twst sona:

I’m actually embarrassed to explain this one 💀💀💀 but oh well, I love idia’s hair. Like I absolutely adore it. For lore reasons for book 6, there’s a reason my normally straight hair is looking rather "curly" as well as back to my blonde. So like future me being married to Mr. Shroud does change my hair. I did realize something after this that it lowkey wouldn’t make sense but ya know what, idc 🥰 I’m delusional, so I’ll stay delusional and pretend that this is canon 💅

To not really spoil the story and all, I’ll just give a hint: if you look at idia’s hair and then at this hair, you’ll see similarities and that’s all I’m gonna say. (This drawing was very indulgent for me so I’m heavily embarrassed about it 💀)

Normal sona:

Ayyyy, really old ref because I don’t have a newer one 🥰

This was supposed to be used for like a vtuber sort of thing since I was curious about rigging but lowkey kind of lost interest and just made it a ref for normal sona stuff. This is the most…realistic? sona you’ll get. Well ignoring the horns, tail, and pointy ears 💀 my closet is just…very monochrome, idk what to tell you lmfao. Usually my normal sona is used to draw new hairstyles on, when I’m not in any universe other than my own, etc. Normal stuff basically ✨ man you can see that I improved a bit from the newest drawing to this one and idk how to feel about that 💀

The note to the side was for another friend who wanted my "newest" normal sona ref so don’t mind that lol I might honestly get rid of the horns because that shit is hard to draw ✋

Then just have this doodle of my normal sona looking like a fiend with the Xiao/venti hairstyle that led the way to the hairstyles of my Genshin sona and twst sona

The star eye pupil thing was inspired by oshi no ko if that wasn’t obvious 💀 I just liked how it looked and said fuck it why not.

Yeah, so that’s that ✨ all my current sonas in one post for the masses interested LOL

Thank you for allowing me to ramble and just share my art haha

Side note: I hate drawing shoes so much. They make me want to throttle someone because why aRE THEY SO DIFFICULT TO DRAW?? So if some of the shoes look weird….its because I detest drawing them and gave up trying to make it "look good" 💀

[princessmacedon]

{ OOC: housekeeping!

it's been a while since i did one of these and i have a great big mess to clean up ASDFDSD so! threads below the cut, and if i missed something please let me know!

UPDATED:

per suggestion of the newsletter, mun pages ( 🐦 ) ( 🐈‍⬛ ) now have guidelines

both maria and katarina's supports pages have been brought up to date!

threads + thread tracker nonsense below!!

here's my thread tracker! currently, it should contain all of my active threads, excepting those from the ethereal ball and as always, please don't feel as though you need to rush! (especially those of you whose threads i just replied to while fixing my shit AHSDHSDFHSD) this is for my organizational sake HAHA ; i'm glad to continue any and all threads, but if you're not feeling one anymore that's fine too >vo)v

MARIA

Waiting on me:

something old, something new -- @ventusanimae

spirit of healing -- @ashenprofessor

what my cover shows -- @knighteclipsed

all things precious -- @reddragonprincess

red riding hood's basket -- @justices-blade

wondrous tails -- @carefreemonk

with those who favor fire -- @arcelerity

objects in mirror -- @raikuroji

three lions walk out of a field (BOEL) -- @pirrhyc @sharpscion

paperwork perils -- @magictome

land and heavens near -- @lycianlynx

solace in the abyss -- @justices-blade

Waiting on partner:

an end to the song -- @arcstral

sun's shine -- @lycianlynx

shadows in the moonlight -- @hresvelged

birds chasing cats -- @aubins

not dead yet -- @alliberacio

from winter's close emerging -- @hermidetta

i do believe in fairies! -- @nagaficat

KATARINA

Waiting on me:

seeds of hope -- @arcaeda

a blanket of white, unbroken -- @knighteclipsed

a mystery in monochrome -- @gentlenekomata

the road that we walk -- @unsungblade

a day in (un)kingly shoes -- @arcstral

Waiting on partner:

uprooting wallflowers -- @unsungblade

a fleeting fata morgana -- @nabataprophet

cat cat kitty cat -- @unsungblade

cooking by the book -- @amitieos

sham of a prince -- @hosannan

gallowed halls -- @princepsumbra

a night and day we'll never see -- @ulircursed

the mega bonk technique -- @sharpscion

the name of a villain -- @indevouement

TBD:

penpal randomizer -- @gauldheri

ETHEREAL BALL INTERACTIONS

with @cursedbluebird : i'm planning on tacking on an extra reply and have it fade to black if that's alright? :o marianne is so sweet though, thank you for sending her my way!! <3 <3

with @pirrhyc : while i do love lobbing the hot potato around ASDFSDFSDG i think i'll call it there?! but i really enjoyed their little exchange!! :pleading: :boom:

with @frauleindermorgen : i'm definitely down to make this into a mini thread :] unless i misunderstood aDSDDSFHF

ALL MASKS: maria was mask 22! if you'd like to play out the rest of a masquerade thread, i'm down! ^^)7

as always, if you need to contact me for anything, feel free to do so through here or discord!

[tired-reader-writer]

Pale light descends from a cloudy sky, almost warm against a monochrome world rousing back into colour.

And the air smells like the earth.

“Oh faraway on a mountain side...”

Mountains. North.

Areyan's home.

They're riding north through petal freckled fields and dew-laden grass.

It's been a while, Merlaine supposes. A few years stuck in the capital's court could drive anyone mad. He didn't know what Areyan saw in that bastard of a Shah, enough to stick by his side and help him rule, and honestly speaking he still doesn't know even now.

“...we'll go to our tent and spend the night.”

Areyan's letters to him were full of frustrations and homesickness, stupid nobles being stupid nobles, him running around untangling their messes, and complaints of the hot weather.

Areyan did not enjoy hot weather.

He took great joy in making fun of the fools, at least. Giving them stupid nicknames and viciously tearing apart the stupid-ass ideas these fools come up with.

Can you believe? one particular letter read, He was going on and on about garden sizes. Garden sizes! As if it has anything to do with the repair projects. It's not even produce gardens he was talking about, oh no. I swear, Merlaine. I swear my intelligence was deteriorating with each passing moment.

Like he said, idiot nobles with stupid-ass ideas.

He wonders why Areyan stayed at all, even if he has to admit the pigeon made good changes. Things were... getting better, ever since the country was restored.

Still.

It made him fucking miserable.

Fucking Shah took too long to let him go.

Just as Merlaine pulls a face at the thought of the bastard, Areyan's horse gallops onwards, full of force, hoofbeats accenting his joyful singing.

Yazata's sake, how does he have so much energy so early?

“The moon shines with its watchful eyes—”

Well, he looks happy, at least. Happier than Merlaine imagines him looking at court. His eyes glimmer with the brightening sky as he glances back at Merlaine, as if daring him to keep up.

“—and from a tree branch a white bird cries!”

And Merlaine has never been one to back down from a challenge.

Puffs of breath emerge in the still-cool air, their hooves sending dewdrops flying off the blades of grass.

His smile matches ones he wore back in the Zott clan village. A sharp smile, wide and free, so unlike the practiced diplomatic smile Merlaine's seen him wear before.

He likes this one better, so much better, it reflects the menace they both know he is in truth.

It doesn't take long for him to catch up and catch the carefree wrist that's not holding the reins. Then and only then they slow to an easy halt, laughter bubbling from Areyan's throat.

“Fakta*,” he grumbles. “Why'd you have to run off like that?”

“No reason in particular,” Areyan replies cheekily. Little shit. “Nothing's the matter at all.”

The pigeon grabs Merlaine's wrist right back, gripping it with a gentle sort of firmness.

Now what.

“Like hell nothing is.”

“It's true.”

“What is?” He quirks an eyebrow. “That you're airheaded enough to do it?”

Areyan gasps, all fake and dramatic. “How rude! Where lies your sense of whimsy?”

“Ick.” Ignoring the pigeon's offended noises he instead says, “Just come and spit it out. You have something to say, don't you?”

Areyan stills for a short moment, then his face morphs into a fond smile, a much softer one than the one he had mere moments ago.

“You know me so well.”

“Course I do. What do you take me for?”

“I don't know, a grouch?”

“Just hurry up and say it!”

Areyan's hand finds his, and he almost jolts on the saddle.

A steady hand, precise and rough.

The hand that wrote all those letters. The hand that heals. The hand that made all those tiny little trinkets.

Hands that have seen hard work.

“Merlaine,” he says, somehow light and serious at the same time. “Do you love me?”

His breath catches in his throat, and it's a miracle he doesn't blurt out “what” like a total dumbass.

Of all the things he was expecting Areyan to say, this was not one of them.

In hindsight, maybe he should've seen this coming.

He doesn't remember when that happened, to speak the truth— just that it did. They'd been friends for six years, almost seven, and...

That doesn't really matter.

What matters is that he does.

“Yes, I do,” he answers firmly, looking at the dove right in the eyes.

There's no need to cushion the impact, to hide.

Why would there be?

A blush blooms on Areyan's face, and oh ain't that a look— and his smile shifts again.

He doesn't know what kind of smile this is, but he does know that he likes it.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you, too.”

“Good.”

“Good?” He laughs. “Is that all you have to say?”

His own cheeks begin to heat up. Damn it. “Yeah. That's all.”

Areyan leans closer, until their foreheads almost touch, a mischievous glint in those midnight eyes. “Is that really all?”

And.

Well.

If they kissed, then...

That's just the natural outcome, ain't it?

*oh god I forgot to type this in at first but it's an older Persian word? Apparently it means a particular type of dove, the Eurasian collared dove? And since Arslan's (Areyan here) nicknames include “little bird” and “little dove” it's a play on those nicknames. Merlaine also just calls him “pigeon”.

[natigail]

That was such a freaking wonderful video, and worth all of the waiting and internal hype we’ve all had about it. I cannot believe they did this again, and did it so damn well. I feel like I’ve not really processed at all. The outfits that Phil chose were all so freaking good? Like a mix of cool, silly and funny, but what really sold me was the reactions to everything.

They are just so damn fond and funny together and even with Phil off camera almost all of the time, you never for a second doubt his presence because Dan’s eyes are always always looking at him and his reaction first and foremost. He’s filming content for his viewers sure, but the two of them are also just goofing around and allowing us all to join in.

It’s like we were sitting next to Phil and giggling with him, as he showed our suggestions and “made” Dan dress up. It felt like grabbing a snack, and sitting shoulder to shoulder with a friend while making another friend do stupid shit just for the hell of it. And bursting out into laughter together with them both.

I lost count of how many times they laughed, how many times I laughed. I can’t even tell you how many times I had to pause the video and take a minute to just live in this happy and giddy space before I continued.

They are so silly, so gay, so confident, so at ease. It’s such a pleasure to watch, and it makes me want to go right back and watch it again, after finishing.

I also love that we got Dan in not one but three skirts! The fact that he teased it after the nun costume thing, but I was not expecting so many skirts! And he looked good! (except in that last abomination). And the furry outfit being revenge for the cheese dress was such a funny bit. To think how far they’ve come since Phil’s first viewers pick my outfits! That was five years ago and it feels both like ages ago and like it could have been last week.

Dan’s reaction to anything with colour in it was so damn funny, we know he’s a monochrome boy but he does look great in colour. That soft boye outfit looked good on him, fight me. And all the damn accessories and shoes too! Even though they got actually hurled at his head. Incredible miracle that no one ended up blinded.

Also Phil having to go behind the curtain and help him with the ear ring! Like honestly just all of the ways Phil was both cheering him up from the sidelines while roasting him. They wouldn’t be who they are without their banter.

And Dan actually looking confident in some of the outfits and clearly liking what he was seeing, aesthetic or not. I was also reminded entirely too much of how tall and long he is, like so much torso and legs. We often see him sitting, or camera focused midriff up, so full length Dan is always a bit of a shock.

I just know this video will be one that I come back to whenever I need a laugh and to be reminded of how fond I am of these two tall British dorks. Truly an astounding and worthy addition to the Viewers Pick Outfit series!

[zenixromeave]

zane skins/designs review!

first MCD appearance/wedding/white +gold

This is ugly as sin to be completely honest.

Okay, looking a little harder it isn’t THAT bad. The white and gold are clearly reminiscent of royalty and status, but the chosen yellow is far too on the lime green side of the spectrum to be recognizable as gold or have the same beauty as gold does. The belt looks bad, it doesn’t fit the rest of the outfit well and it would probably have given more of a priest/nun look if it weren’t present and his clothes were implied to be more drapey. This far back in his character design, his hair was also very light, giving it more of an impression of being gray than black, which thankfully she fixes eventually. The shading on the clothing- both white and gold- is very harsh and uses some really bad yellow tones (when shading with yellow, it is almost never good to take the color just closer to black, instead, making it more orange and a little darker usually makes a more aesthetically appealing color.)

There are admittedly some good, iconic features present in this design which just weren’t fully polished yet. Personally, I really like the idea of the hood, as it’s a common motif in a lot of religious clothing I feel like. Also, it looks cool, and goes well with him having a mask and covering himself.

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main outfit (MCD)

The monochrome of this outfit works really well. All of the blacks and greys are slightly blue, lending themselves to suit his eyes nicely. The shading is nice as well. While the outfit looks good, I don’t feel the same about his face. His eyes could provide a nice pop of color, and since his clothes are tinted blue it should work, but the blue of his eyes is far too dull and light to provide any contrast or pop. Since his eyes and skin have nearly the same gray undertones, his eyes don’t pop as much as they should in a monochromatic design like this. “Also, they look like pajamas” - my boyfriend

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other main outfit (??? this one’s white)

“This one is super ugly” - my bf

The blue crosses are too similar in color to his eyes, it draws your attention to his knees instead of his face and eyes. I think his eyes work better in this outfit though with all the white, and I like the gloves. The strap around his chest is not really recognizable as a strap and the colors in the sword are obviously awful. The brown is really bright, as is the greenish-blue color of the sword (dagger?) Also, the amount of armor and weaponry in this outfit doesn’t really make sense for him considering he rarely fights. The boots/pants situation confuses me, I don’t know what’s going on there. Are they really short shoes and black pants of almost the same color? Visually confusing and ugly. His hair is still a little bit too gray.

His mask looks like it’s really long and with a cross on it. I think that looks really good. Shoulder pads are weirdly small as well, looks goofy.

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rebirth

Why did she make him sexy. Whats her issue

I like the belt/strap details, they add some well needed texture to the previous design. The pants/shoes situation is still confusing and hard to tell what’s what. Finally, she’s utilizing his eyes as a proper pop of color. Personally, I would make them more on the purplish side of blue, but the green tint does match his sword, so that’s a nice touch. 

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Jury of nine transformation (I think?)

He’s big. You can’t see his face. He’s evil. Very sexy of him.

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season 3 (shadow knight armor)

I really like the purples in this one, and I think the shading is nice. I think the red should have probably been toned down a little because it’s very harsh and yet again draws attention away from his face. I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again, the full gem swords are ugly as shit. No escaping it. They’re all bad and look tacky.

The reasoning for why his mask is shaped that way still eludes me. He’s wearing all armor in this outfit, so the same hoodie-scarf-mask made of fabric he usually wears makes even less sense. There’s definitely cooler ways to cover his face, use some creativity. At this point, she was only giving him a mask because it was an established part of his character, not because it served any narrative or aesthetic purposes.

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beach episode (side stories)

trans ? why is he wearing that.

The shorts and top have no shading. Other than that, there isn’t much clothing to critique so... overall I think it’s kinda cute. The colors are pretty balanced, and I appreciate giving him some kind of shirt even at the beach, considering he’s usually covered head-to-toe. Not the kind of guy who should have abs though. Not everyone is Grey Fullbuster, Jess.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Star Wars Visions (Season 1)

Since these eps are all roughly under 20 minutes I'm just lumping my thoughts under the cut for all of the episodes.

THE DUEL

Easily my favorite episode. Art style goes insanely hard. Monochrome palette with the only hints of color being the lights and blades of the lightsabers? Loved it, no complaints. I want more of Ronin's story. Why was he helping people? Why was he collecting the red kyber crystals like Thanos? How would the crystal ward off evil?

TATOOINE RHAPSODY

Least favorite episode by a longshot, honestly. Only redeemer for me was the Boba Fett cameo and the voice work done by Temuera Morrison. Song was awful lol.

THE TWINS

Subtitles did not match the audio/dialogue, so it loses points for that. (From an accessibility standpoint: If you're going to provide proper sub-captioning services it should match up with exactly with what the people are saying; not close words, but the exact words.)

Neat art style with good old ridiculous sci-fi: Karre should not be able to survive in space like that without a suit (or the Force) but we'll ignore it. War of Stars and Shit's Whack Anyways.

THE VILLAGE BRIDE

Loved the clothing and environment designs in this episode. Had a bit of a Ghibli vibe to it. Liked the yellow blade reveal. Just wish we had her name.

THE NINTH JEDI

Absolutely hilarious that when Kara picks up one of the lightsabers there's just. No color. Ghost saber. DLC-looking lightsaber later turns green in a grand fight in the Aerial Temple (which looks kinda like a lightsaber itself). Interesting ep overall I suppose.

T0-B1

All the cute droids you could want in a sometimes-fuzzy art style. Don't mess around on strange spaceships, kids.

THE ELDER

Hoping the awkwardness of the dialogue was just a matter of translation into English. Sounded a little unnatural at times (in my opinion).

That death-blow was incredible though.

LOP AND OCHŌ

Really vibing with the aesthetic for this episode, too.

"Inheritance has nothing to do with blood." coming from the guy who was most reluctant about taking in Lop was great character growth and maturity. You're no less family when you're adopted. Something Ochō's blind quest for power Toa's advancement by siding with the Empire seemed to make her forget...

Ironically symbolic given she's the one who leaves with both her eyes intact, unlike her father who loses his other eye, before the episode ends.

AKAKIRI

Japanese for "red haze", the title really would have been a giveaway for what happened in this episode if I'd looked it up before, and not after. I could still see where it was going with Tsubaki's story even if I didn't with the increasing clarity of the Force visions.

[pilvimarja]

I was tagged by @ohnoitsthebat, thank you!

RULES: Post the first paragraph of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

(I edited the game a little to include the first paragraph instead of a single line)

Losing My Religion (Rooster/Maverick)

Bradley tossed his comic aside and rushed to the window at the familiar sound of a revving bike engine. Mav was seated on his Kawasaki, the thick bulk of his thighs spread wide around the leather seat. It was a muggy evening, but he had his favorite leather jacket on, his hair freshly gelled. Like he had a date.

Something Extra (CTCU Ray Ferrier/Jason Willette)

Ray slung his backpack off his shoulder and pulled out a bottle of potable water from one of the pockets. He could almost see the lake behind the treeline, knew he'd be home by nightfall if he maintained a brisk and steady pace.

Afterwards (CTCU Ray Ferrier/Jason Willette)

Jason moved the razor against Ray's jawline with meticulous care. He'd been on a two-week trading trip, and the hair on his face had grown thick. Most of the bristles were as dark as the hair on his head, but the noon sun revealed a few spots of gray on his chin, reminding Jason of the years that stretched between them. Jason had never even held a razor before the Invasion, but the nerves in Ray's dominant hand were permanently damaged from a piece of shrapnel, making anything that required careful precision a challenge.

Claimed (Rooster/Maverick)

“Another one?” Maverick sputtered.

“That’s right.” Harold gave the weekend edition of Buck Holler Herald in his hands an angry rustle. “It was two, this time, and they’re gettin’ closer to our fields." He spread the newspaper on the kitchen table and poked his finger against a black-and-white picture of a mutilated cow. "Won’t be long till it’s our cows that get gutted.”

Mav had barely climbed out of his coffin, but he could tell it was going to be a long night if the old man was this worked up before he’d had his evening blood.

Layers (Rooster/Maverick)

Bradley paced around the Ready Room, back and forth between the foosball table and a wall full of monochrome pictures. His fellow aviators had gone back to the barracks after the initial shock from the accident had settled, but Bradley didn't want company. He knew his temper was on a hair-trigger, and another scuffle with Hangman would send him packing.

Atonement (Rooster/Maverick)

Mav peeked into the kitchen, taking in the cozy scene of Bradley at the breakfast table and Carole in her yellow housecoat, flitting around with a cup of coffee in one hand and a box of cereal in the other. It felt a little surreal after months of Navy canteens and crowded mess halls, almost like he’d stepped into a Norman Rockwell painting.

Soothe (Rooster/Maverick)

The A/C was cranked to the highest setting, but the air in the car was pungent with teenage boy sweat and something much more intimate. A private thing that wasn’t meant for Mav’s nose. He did his best to breathe through his mouth, but it was almost worse because he could  taste  every fresh burst of slick as Bradley squirmed in the passenger seat, his hands clutched around the crotch of his baggy jeans.

Take These Broken Wings (Rooster/Maverick)

It was only day two of training for a mission Bradley wasn’t even going to fly, and things were spiraling out of control. Literally. He could still see the bottom of the canyon every time he closed his eyes, a frantic order to pull up, pull up! ringing in his ears over the chatter in the bar. It was so stupid. The most reckless thing he’d done since he’d wrapped his first car around a lamppost almost two decades ago. He'd spent years doing things by-the-book, conservative in the air, stable and reliable, a real team player. Until today. And he didn't even have the excuse of being drunk and high on shitty weed. But the same rage that had earned him a faceful of scars at eighteen now drove him to pull the kind of shit you'd expect to see from someone like Hangman.

Slow Ride (Johnny/Daniel)

“That’s it, you’re doing good, Johnny. So good.”

Johnny preened at the compliment, teetering on the edge of pleasure and a growing urge to pull his hands free where they were tied behind the back of the chair. Daniel was good at knots, but the obi around his wrists wasn’t too tight. He could slip away if he wanted to. He bit the soft inside of his cheek and continued to bear it, Daniel's hand on his dick an ebb and flow of too much and not enough.

Domestica (Rooster/Maverick)

Bradley wiped his palm across the fogged up mirror and leaned in to study his reflection. The scarring from the mission last year had faded, but he couldn't really see a difference between thirty-five and thirty-six. Maybe a couple of extra pounds on his cheeks, but his time on shore was almost up and he was going to enjoy his beer and burgers while he could.

I tag any and all of my writer followers who want to do this!

[rena-yume]

Enjoy being a loser piece of shit who's pissed off that a queer woman exists in a work of fiction. That is, more than one queer woman. Bumbleby and the Cotta-Arcs must have really made you shit your pants, especially since Adam or Sun weren't Blake's real soulmate.

Bro what

When did I even talk about bmblb? What are you referring to-

I hate Adam??? And I enjoyed Sun's screentime but I don't ship Blacksun much?

I ship monochrome and schneekos and many other queer ships, Just look at what I reblog and draw

What are you talking about I'm genuinely confused 😂😂😭💔

[benjaminthewolfnsfw]

Gray (Brawl Stars) Lol

Luci and I talked in private and we decided it would be best if I started posting the trade stories I made for her here. The stories on my main blog that I've previously made for her are now marked as mature.

Anyway,

WARNING: GRAPHIC DIGESTION

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You did have a slight feeling before you’d even entered the building that maybe, just maybe, hanging around the same bar that your boss’ sworn enemy had been thoroughly investigating for the past few weeks ever since the now famous “licensed to brawl” fight between the two sides within its walls probably wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had in your life. But, then again, you were a criminal. Someone who never gave two shits about rules and had yeeted the notion of caution off the empire state building since the very start. Since when did you ever care about self-preservation?

Well…now. That’s when you cared. Right now. Right here in this present moment. Why? Well, somehow, in spite of the fact that Gray had been meticulously dusting over every single face, corner, and cusp of the inside of the bar, vehemently searching for information about Alleycat Bull and his operations, ever since the bar fight against him, it had still indeed caught you by surprise when a certain monochrome figure, dressed up in black and white detective gear, silently loomed his way over your form, before, eventually, seemingly instantaneously, lurching his body downwards in a vicious attempt to capture you within his grasp. Luckily for you though, you had just barely managed to sprint away before he could do so, and now, it seemed, neither you nor Gray had any intention of ending the ensuing chase at all until one of you collapsed from exhaustion.

With your heart beat violently throbbing inside your throat, your lungs hysterically wheezing in and out, and your muscles straining vehemently ‘till the end, the considerably less swift and agile body of Gray seemed just about ready to give out to the same symptoms, being less adapted to such speed. You could not help but raise your eyes open in hope as you swiveled your body with a skidding screech, finally redirecting your trajectory towards the exit. Gray’s significantly blood-flushed face instantly flashed with realization, before soon thereafter gritting his teeth. He knew that he still had one final trick up his sleeve, and thus, without a moment of hesitation to speak of, Gray magically placed down an entrance portal, before immediately setting down the exit right in front of the door. Not even allowing himself a second to take in a breath, Gray hoped inside of the entrance portal, just as you, who had been so vehemently focused on making it through the crack under the door that you hadn’t even noticed the presence of the thing, were mere inches away from its border.

Popping his head out from the portal, and causing your lungs to squeeze out a short screech, Gray wasted absolutely no time as you vainly attempted to skid to a halt, narrowing his eyes at your form, and finally, opening up his maw.

Flailing about in desperation in the air as your momentum only flung you closer and closer to the gaping, gray chamber, Gray watches your body intently as it moves along, before eventually, snapping shut his jaws the mere instant you pass between his lips.

Tumbling over forwards as you enter inside the squishy, warm region, the moment Gray’s teeth come crashing down, the calves of both your legs become inevitably caught in-between, breaching into the layers of the flesh, and causing a sudden spurting of blood as a result.

Giving a sharp yelp of pain as you land flat upon the slick, cushiony tongue, Gray on the outside gives a slight smirk to himself before lifting up the muscle with great vigor. Flinging your miniscule form into the tight pocket of his left cheek, raising his jaws up once more in doing so, Gray proceeds to pin you up against the smooth wall with his tongue, positively slathering your form with saliva, including your still-bleeding calves.

Gray wasn’t bothered by the sharp, metallic tang the blood exuded, however. Not by a long shot. Seemingly entirely unphased by the flavor, Gray instead simply uses his tongue to maneuver you in between his molars, with your mid-section consequently lying open and exposed, helpless and ready to be crushed at any time. Teasingly shifting his jaws up and down ever so slightly, Gray lifts up your head with his tongue, quite literally shoving the reality directly into your face as a result, the single fact of the precious life you’d been given teetering precariously between the man’s molars compounding itself in your mind. And then, you finally snapped.

Gray immediately takes out his detective’s notebook and pencil from his pocket as you begin fervently babbling on about pretty much every single little detail you knew about Alleycat Bull. Scribbling the information down as you spoke, neither you nor Gray had absolutely any clue just how long the interaction lasted before you had finally expended your coffers on the knowledge you held and he wanted.

Suddenly, everything seemed to stand still.

Instantly scrambling off of the molars, you proceeded to plop yourself down onto the now re-centered form of the tongue, sprawling yourself out across its width and vigorously breathing in and out. You had absolutely no idea what, exactly, was going to happen from here, but one thing you did know for certain was that you were internally begging for Gray to have mercy and release you by now. Going to the police and thus jail seemed to be a far more acceptable fate for you than ending up slathered in stomach acid, after all. Your chest rising and falling as it lay on top of the slick muscle, the decision was left up to Gray.

Ultimately, once the tongue beneath you began to shift once again, the question was still up in the air as to what Gray was going to do with you next. The very next action he did, however, was absolutely not so ambiguous.

Silently raising his soft palate, causing his gullet to become exposed as a result as his uvula bounced up and down a little from the rising motion, Gray simultaneously slopes his tongue downwards, making it clearer as ever what exactly his plan was from there.

Quavering violently within a sudden bout of mortal terror, it would then only be a couple seconds before you became lodged, head-first, inside Gray’s fittingly gray-colored gullet. With nothing else left for him to do, the larger detective on the outside finally swallows your miniscule being down with a single squishy gulp. Now, with your body at the mercy of his esophagus, Gray releases out a soft sigh.

Something else was soon to be released from Gray’s throat, however, as the considerable amount of air that’d gone down with the swallow rose back up in an echoing belch. Gray, knowing nobody else was around to hear him, simply shrugs his shoulders before climbing his way out of the portal.

Making his way over to one of the walls before carefully setting himself down, Gray proceeds to place his left hand over his midsection, and simply begins the short wait for the arrival of your being into his guts.

You, meanwhile, were locked within a considerably less calm state of affairs, as the constant, squelching peristalsis of the esophagus sensually squeezes you through the gray tunnel, escorting you down to the stomach, where you were destined to meet your demise. Fruitlessly wiggling against the tight muscles, your writhing would quite soon pick up as you were able to pick up the deep, pounding beat of Gray’s heart, thumping away inside his chest. This, of course, meant you were rather close to the end, and as the booming only continued, inevitably, the melodic gurgling and groaning of Gray’s stomach was bound to join in as well.

Eventually, despite all of your struggling against such an outcome, the lower esophageal sphincter appeared within your view. You let out one more disparaged yowl as you’re squelched through it, before at last, plunging deep inside the acid pool lurking below.

Gray on the outside gives a pleased nod knowing that at least one of the followers of Alleycat Bull was finally brought to their doom. Giving a casual rub over his stomach, Gray gives little mind to the anguished screeches being emitted from his guts as he settles himself down to digest.

Deep inside of the gurgling, churning, searing, acidic chamber that was Gray’s gray-walled stomach, your skin was viciously seared off layer by layer. The epidermis singing into nothingness and giving way to the dermis, blood began rapidly gushing its way out of the breached vessels, causing the acids around you to be dyed a deep crimson as a result. It was at this point where your consciousness would really start to waver. Tears gushed out from both ducts as the acids working around your abdomen finally burned through the abdominal wall, the overwhelming shock of the pain practically overflooded your brain. Now, your bodily functioning was no more; and eventually, you stopped thinking.

Gray on the outside victoriously pats over his stomach as yet another bout of air rose up in a belch. The catharsis flooding through his whole being, from the hair of his scalp to the tips of his toes, Gray internally congratulates himself. Both for the information he had gathered, and for the little snack he had managed to snag all the while.

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R-T, the cube-shaped, colorful robot whose job it was to be a helping hand to Starr Park’s brawlers, had not seen Gray for quite some time by this point, and due to his rather watchful nature, decided to walk into the bar (for that was the last place he’d seen him go), in order to check up on the man.

“Gray?” he immediately spoke up the second he pushed open the door, even though he knew damn well he wasn’t going to get a verbal answer. Swiftly locating Gray leaning up against one of the walls with a hand placed over his stomach, R-T could only give an annoyed sigh, accompanied by a robotic eye roll.

“You didn’t actually eat the criminal you said was hanging around in here, did you, Gray?” he straightforwardly asked the silent brawler.

Gray merely held a blank expression for a few seconds, before promptly shifting to a look of utter confusion. Narrowed eyes, tilted head, the whole lot. To this display of alleged innocence, R-T could only clap back with a gaze of pure skepticism, even crossing his arms in firm rejection of Gray’s denial.

“Mmmmmm-hmmm……” he passive-aggressively muttered out soon after.

For a while, nobody dared either speak or move a muscle. Gray was quite intent on staying put in order to let R-T know he was serious about his claimed innocence. This stalemate of a stand-off would continue on for some time. It was only when Gray’s body finally made the decision to make a sort of movement for him that the moment was brought to an end.

Rising its way up his throat before culminating in one last massive belch, both Gray and R-T were soon greeted with something thin and wet splattering down onto the floor. It would only take a few seconds of thought before both of them figured it out. The mysterious item in question was indeed a shred of your digested clothes.

Immediately giving a bit of an embarrassed grin-shrug combo, Gray would eventually pick himself up off the floor as R-T’s less than amused glare bore deeper and deeper into his mind.

Attempting to pull himself together as he finally began walking towards the door, R-T trodding right behind him, Gray took one last glance down at his midsection, a couple of audible gurgles ringing around the spacious room for a while, before he finally stepped outside of the bar.

[winter-literature]

LCWEEK 2023 - DAY FOUR

Seeing In Monochrome

A Shiguang FanFiction

Prompt: Monochrome

Summary: Lu Guang writes a love note for Cheng Xiaoshi.

Rating: General Audiences

Since before I could remember, my world has always been painted blue.

I’ve weaved through the river of time; watched memories of families through an indigo lens; lived alone in cities surrounded by shades of midnight blue.

It never hurt or felt lonely. It simply was. How could I miss a rainbow if all I knew was blue?

I never believed in soulmates. I thought they were corny, a mythical concept based in fan fiction. Until I met you, and suddenly, I saw purple.

The world as I knew it suddenly began to shift. Your warmth trickled into my vision, my heart, my soul. The first time our fingers touched I finally saw pink.

Little by little, you showed me the rainbow. With a smile, you revealed how the warmth of a flame on a gas top stove flickers orange, how the sun that lights up a goofy smile burns yellow.

There were bad days, and there always will be. On days where my blue seeps too deep. Or on days when your red burns too hot. Or days where we’re caught in gray.

But even on the darkest days, I am no longer trapped in blue. Dawn pours streaks of coral and peach across a horizon of cerulean.

I never found particular interest in anyone or anything, I was comfortable living in isolation. It’s meeting you, Cheng Xiaoshi, that taught me how beautiful life can be. You’re my love, my soulmate, my rainbow.

-

“Oh my god, Lu Guang!” Qiao Ling giggled, re-reading the last line of Lu Guang’s love note.

“Hey!” Lu Guang stomped over to the counter, ripping the letter away from her lingering fingers. “It’s not done yet.”

“Aweh, I just didn’t know you could say such pretty things!” Qiao Ling feigned a pout.

Sighing, Lu Guang crumpled up the paper into a ball.

“Lu Guang, I didn’t mean-,” Qiao Ling’s head dipped to the side as her face fell.

“It was shit anyway.” Lu Guang rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head.

“I think he’d really like it.” Qiao Ling mumbled as she stared down at her fiddling fingers.

“Drop it.” Lu Guang warned.

-

Soft sobs echoed through the room. Fighting the suffocating veil of sleep, Lu Guang forced his eyelids open. The moon coloured the walls in sapphire, the shades of night deepening the shadows within their room.

The sobs continued, stabbing Lu Guang in the chest.

“Cheng Xiaoshi?” Lu Guang sat up in the empty bed.

Patting the sheet beside him, Cheng Xiaoshi’s side was cold to the touch. How long had he been up?

“Cheng Xiaoshi, are you okay?” Lu Guang rubbed his eyes, sparks of red and yellow dancing under his fist.

The bed shifted with a lurch as Cheng Xiaoshi leaped up the bunk bed.

“Wha?” Lu Guang couldn’t finish his word, the heel of his palm still pressed against his face.

Cheng Xiaoshi’s face was covered in tears, but his pearl teeth were bright under the moon.

“Lu Guang!” Cheng Xiaoshi jumped under the covers, scooting closer until he’d completely latched onto Lu Guang.

“What is going on?” Lu Guang ran his thumb along his lover’s cheek, drying away tears.

“Well,” the tone was far more joyous than Lu Guang had expected, “I was taking out the garbage like you asked me to, right?”

Lu Guang squinted his eyes, reality nearly close enough to touch. “Did you take the garbage out?”

Opening his mouth to continue his story, Cheng Xiaoshi paused. “Um, well, almost…”

Rolling his eyes, Lu Guang nodded to Cheng Xiaoshi to continue.

“Well, I was picking it up and right at the top I saw a paper with your handwriting on it. Considering you always write down the im-import-antstuff for me, and I-I didn’t remember seeing that paper, I picked it up right away.” Cheng Xiaoshi’s chest trembled, tears cascading down his face.

Blushing, Lu Guang pushed his face into his pillow. “You read it?” His exclamation was muffled by the pillow.

Cheng Xiaoshi’s wet face nuzzled into the crease of Lu Guang’s neck. Cheng Xiaoshi’s kisses were hot, clashing with the cold tears against his skin.

“I love you, Lu Guang.” Cheng Xiaoshi muttered between kisses, squeezing Lu Guang as tight as he could.

“Shut up.” Lu Guang burrowed his face deeper into the pillow.

“You’re so adorable.” Cheng Xiaoshi giggled, the tears now salty lines that pinched at his smile.

“Idiot.”

“An idiot for you!” Cheng Xiaoshi sang while attempting to slide his cheek into the divot of the pillow against Lu Guang’s.

Groaning at the cheesy line, Lu Guang tilted his face out of the trench he’d created, allowing Cheng Xiaoshi access to his face, an action he regretted immediately as Cheng Xiaoshi made it his mission to kiss every square inch.

Pausing, Cheng Xiaoshi hovered over Lu Guang’s face. His lashes were thick as they fluttered in confusion. Silvery blue eyes sparkled with the midnight stars. Lu Guang was breathtaking.

“You brought colors into my world too.” Cheng Xiaoshi whispered before brushing his lips against Lu Guang’s.

For Cheng Xiaoshi, colors always passed him by. He was always so eager to see the next shade. Lu, with his endless layers of blue, taught him to slow down. Together, they appreciated each new shade.

Cheng Xiaoshi brought excitement and thrill. Lu Guang brought stability and direction.

Allowing himself a smirk, Lu Guang tugged Cheng Xiaoshi closer, his warmth spilling across his skin.

[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

I'm insane

(obalin belongs to @emmettnet)

I recorded this on snapchat so here's a carry on since I practiced saying this as I was getting dressed in fear of stuttering 💀

okay so- I'm not sure if he dresses more androgynous so I did scratch the dress idea and went for a more masculine alternative!! I don't have enough golden accessories but I tried my best 😭 I kept a lot of black in it since he gives off very monochrome vibes to me, and he seems like a fancy guy so I tried to incorporate that even though I don't actually know what his clothing style is like!!

If I were to cosplay him (which I doubt I will right now, especially considering I Am A Minor™ and don't have nearly enough talent to pull off that shit) with the whole long white hair thingy it could look a little top-heavy so another reason why I added more black than white :D also one of the rings have a lil bluey crystal on it and "Obalin" is giving exactly that colour and also patches of white like stars hehe supposed synesthesia go brr

also also I'm so sorry if I keep bugging you about this, emmett 😭 /gen I'm just utterly insane and your ocs are so fucking cool they're amazing!! /gen also c: