#so here's one for my current obsession 😭🥺💗

[coldshrugs]

one of the few things i'm sure of

pairing: io laithe / estinien varlineau word count: 1.4k rating: explicit – minors do not interact notes: estinien ruminates on his feelings for io during a moment of intimacy. he's ready to put it into words.

Sprawled in a plush, high-backed chair, Io scans a thick tome of Arkasodara folklore, a recent gift from Nidhana. Late afternoon sun streams through the open window and warm light dances over her face and glints in the ink blue of her hair. Long, elegant fingers dart across the page, and her lips spread in a delighted smile now and then–something must be amusing.

Across the room, Estinien cleans and polishes his armor. He watches her wordlessly and smiles. He likes this.

His chambers are a mess, and she is to blame. Half-finished books lay open on every surface, and her clothes are stashed in his wardrobe with very little rhyme or reason. She burrows into the private spaces of his life, making herself at home, leaving little pieces of evidence for him to find when she’s pulled away to some far-flung corner of the world. He doesn’t mind; all of this and more he can bear, because he loves her–though he hasn’t given voice to that thought.

A short, deep grunt of laughter breaks the silence.

She looks up from her book with the same precious smile, eyes sharp and suspicious. “What?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He shrugs.

“And you seem to enjoy staring. Where are your manners, Ser Estinien?”

A twitchy grin accompanies her feigned indignance. She bites her bottom lip to keep up the charade, and Estinien laughs again.

The book snaps closed. “I find it very difficult to concentrate when you do that.”

“When I do what, exactly?” He continues wiping down the pauldron, but teasing her is a game he cannot resist. His gaze sweeps down the length of her body, draped so casually in the chair. She wears a loose linen tunic, though every inch of skin underneath it is familiar to him, and her long legs are bare. His eyes snap back to hers. “Look at you?”

Her chest heaves, and he watches that too. He doesn't have to guess how her body responds to his attention. Her pulse quickens, heat blooms in her chest and takes root further down. She stokes the same fire in him.

She nods slowly. “Yes. Like that.” Chewing her lip again, she looks at the closed book in her hands, the window, the floor... Estinien stops polishing and places his work aside. Unable to find anything else of interest, Io’s gaze slowly slides his way.

He leans back, half-propped on his bed. “Then come here, and I’ll do more than look.”

He never tires of her earnest surprise at being desired. Her wide eyes, as if she’s hearing it for the first time. Her careful steps across the room, almost like she’s allowing him to change his mind.

Estinien reaches for her, sure of what he wants, and tugs her closer until she’s in front of him. The hands he watched so closely as they skimmed the page now brush loose hair from his eyes, their touch warm and light. His eyes fall closed, almost distracted from purpose by the gentle affection, but proximity brings confidence. Io’s hands travel down to the leather cord lacing his shirt, and she unties it eagerly.

“You would have your way, and I would have mine. It’s my turn to look.”

His shirt is on the floor in seconds. Io touches him, roaming over relaxed muscle, tracing knotted scars. Gone is the reserved caution from moments ago, and in its place lies a heavy need. Her eyes, an impossibly deep shade of blue, turn hungry and ever darker. She lifts his hands to her hips, a silent instruction to touch her. 

He grips her tightly, kisses her belly, and curses the thin fabric that separates them. Her hands play in his hair, short nails grazing his scalp, and he groans against her when she tugs his unbound locks.

“Io,” he breathes, voice like gravel. He needs her closer, needs her on him.

Estinien slides further onto the bed and Io follows, planting a knee on each side of him. He grasps her thigh, fingertips finding purchase on her soft skin. His free hand travels up her front, rippling the fabric in its path. She shivers when his palm brushes across her nipple, the peak hardening under his hand.

Io, all sweetness and sincerity, cups his face and kisses him slowly, taking her time. Soft lips move with his, steady, patient. Her hips grind down against him, she sighs at the friction and he can no longer be delicate. Not when she moves like this, determined to feel him half-hard and aching for her through his trousers. 

His hand tangles into her hair, and his kiss is much less refined. Open-mouthed and urgent, he tells Io exactly how much he needs her. Not just now, not merely like this.

At his side in battle, and warming the other side of his bed. In the quiet moments he wants to share with no one else, and in the crowded rooms he’s forced to endure. The small joys and the monumental failures–he wants to be with her for them all.

He peels away her tunic, careful not to let it tangle on her arms or ears. It lands on the floor with his shirt. He has only a moment to draw his tongue over the warmth of her newly exposed skin before she pushes him against the bed with a firm hand.

Io’s fingers rake down his stomach and pause at his belt. “May I?” she asks, dipping to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

“Gods, yes, Io.” 

And she obliges, discarding the last of his clothes quickly before her hands are on his cock.

His low moan encourages her strokes. Estinien shudders at the insistent twist of her hand, chasing the touch, thrusting into her grip until he’s at the edge. Io’s played this game before, and she won’t dare push him over yet. The soft, playful smile she tried to hide half an hour ago is back.

“I love the sounds you make,” Io whispers, lips ghosting across his ear. She moves further up his lap, and he can feel the heat between her thighs. Her hair falls around them, a dense blue curtain. The world condenses to her face, her lips on his neck, his hands on her body. “I love…”

She bites her lip, bites back the “you” he desperately wants to hear.

He loves her. Her hand pressed hard into his chest, back arching gracefully under his hands as she takes the lead. Loves her when she sinks onto him, slowly, slowly, the little gasp when their hips meet and he’s finally buried inside her. Loves the satisfied smile she reserves for these moments with him. She saves so much for him and him alone, creates a language only they understand, and he loves her.

Io moves and, enveloped in her slick heat, the sentence goes unfinished but not forgotten.

Estinien watches once more; dark freckles peppered across her skin, the sheen of sweat catching the sunlight. She leans back and speeds her pace, and his thumb circles her clit. Tiny wrinkles crease around her eyes as she squeezes them shut. Her lips part, frozen in a moan she tries to suppress.

“Don’t,” he says. Io meets his eyes, hazy confusion knit between her brows. “Don’t hold back, not with me.”

The moan rips free, loud in the confines of his room. Louder than she’s ever allowed herself to be before. Shortly after, she breaks, legs quaking as she falls against his chest, panting between kisses pressed to his sweat-damp skin.

He continues when she cannot, cradling her closer and searching out her mouth. Languid, wet kisses pass between them until he finds his end, as warm and sweet and radiant as Io herself.

They lay on his disheveled bed, caught in a sunbeam. She twists his silver strands between her fingers, nuzzling into his neck. He strokes her back.

“We should just say it.” His fingers wander down to her leg, hiking her thigh up higher on his waist. Someone must go first. Easier to say exactly what she means to him. “I–”

“I love you, Estinien.” Io kisses his shoulder, right on top of the old scar.

He’s lucky she can’t see his ridiculous smile. He takes her hand and raises it to his lips. “I love you, too.”

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

THE GANG'S ALL HERE {WARNING: PICREW 😦}

Julius Demain Pidieu but what his voice sounds like to me. Sadly, he looks five months old because the picrew I am obsessed with had no wrinkles🥺. He no longer looks like a sweet sphinx cat😭

APRICOT UN'AUTRE PIDIEU IN THE HOUSE. SHE HAS NO CONTENT DESPITE BEING JULES'S CANONICAL DAUGHT- oh. Jules has no content. Like father like daughter 😞.

THIS AUSTRALIAN IS HAVING GAY SEX WITH JULES. {Argent Étolie Chevalier is an OC} {He has like fifteen piercings but I forgor 🤡}

Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mo- {Dolores Toujours Pideu, Apricot's cool lesbian albino trans aunt that is going to kill me with her beauty}

Callahan Cyra Jumanah is Dolores's sweetheart, and I AM ALSO GOING CRAZY OVER HER. POWER COUPLE ULTIMATE EDITION. { Some people think she's faking her condition -chronic pain in her left leg and fatigue- because she can walk [with a cane]} {She has to hold Dolly back}

LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR MASC GENDERFLUID PEOPLE WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO {Coquille Bleue Pidieu is the eldest sibling of the three and can sense colors, shapes, and shadows despite being legally blind.}

WE ARE OUTGUNNED, OUTMANNED. OUTNUMBERED, OUTPLANNED- {Captain Héraklès Alcides Puissant-Redevance of the RCM is an old family friend}

WHERE THE HOOD WHERE THE HOOD WHERE THE HOOD AT-{Amoureux Perdue Du'Passe, Jules's former work partner and spouse. Sadly, he was killed on the force a few weeks after Apricot died of brain cancer. It was not a good year for Mr Pidieu.}

W. what if. Jeannie-Marie but when she was young. She was able to work around the giant black ink stain on her yellow dress by finding a thick but comfy sweater. She's one of those people who cannot fucking feel heat so she's alright. {PRETTY WONMAN😳🤤 WITH COCK?????? AMAZING 💯💫⭐🔥🌟✨⚡🎉🎊❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♥️💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌💟❣️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥💋🫂🫀👁️👅👁️👀👍👏👌🤌🤙🤝🤜🤛🙏}

Look, Young Renė was a little cinnamon roll. He could make the most "Fuck dem kids" person into preschool teacher worthy in less than an hour. But y'know, kindness sometimes drowns in hate and PTSD. Although, current Renė MIGHT not make you want to throw a fucking grenade at him if you're at the "Okay, you can put your hand on my wrist BUT THAT'S IT." stage. Zero people are currently at that stage because J-M isn't part of the lore anymore. Also, yeah Renė's trans. trans people can be inconsiderate assholes, we're not sparkles and rainbows. I mean, Look at me. I might not be inconsiderate but I CAN be an ass-of-the-hole.

Lieutenant Leo hey uh what's that say? K. WHAT. KITSURAGI??? OH MY FUCKING GOD. W H A T? {<-My brain in the process of making this guy up.} {LOOK IT'S KIM'S HALF [?] SEOLITE DAD!} {Btw despite the resting bitch face he's a nerdy sweetheart that loves cars. y'know like his son. I'm going to cry.}

Cecelia Davenport/Kitsuragi, Kim's fuckin' MILF of a mom. She and Leo LOVED to match. I'm welling up again. Btw she wasn't fully finished because it was three fucking AM when I made her so. 😔.

I feel like Gaston was a little fuckboy in his teens. I mean, he was still polite though and that lead to conversations like: "So uh [Lip bite} What're you doin' later? OH, FUCK you're grandma's recovering from cancer???? That's amazing! I hope she gets better soon! I can buy some flowers for her if it would cheer her up a bit! Have a good day!" Then Renė comes up and is like "Dude. You fucking sweetheart. Stop acting like a charity and get some goddamn pussy."

DORA THE DIVORCE EMPLOYER- {Not to be omni but oh my god. oh fuck. golly gee. I wolf whistle while my eyes pop comically out of their sockets and I spontaneously combust then pour a giant bucket of water over myself and steam rises from my ears like a train} {She's not actually in this AU but I love her and felt like making her}

Elizabeth is the type of girl to try and look professional but still go all out. She finally got out of the gardener's clothes and is slaying hard. Now, speaking of har-

Made Marie without her hijab because I'm a feral fucking animal and I legit couldn't imagine her hair correctly without reference and ALSO

REMADE YOUNG RENÉ BECAUSE I HATE THE FIRST ONE. Also I hate that you can't color the facial hair because it looks like his hair is dyed when he's just like that.

LOOK, IT'S LILLIANOVICH! What the FUCK would this bitch wear when he was a kid? Just made some shit up bro. Also, I like to think he uses reading glasses even though he has pretty good eyes overall.

THERE WE GO

LINK: X

[milaswriting]

MILA MILA MILA !!!! that drabble for p’s birthday you are killing me i swear i am so 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🙃🙃🙃🙃🥰🥰🥰 like god god god why did you write my dream girlfriend 😭😭😭 can you help me manifest her into existence like there are so many people in new york one of them has to be p written into existence ✨✨✨✨🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🤍🤍🤍🤍 like pls if we both focus enough we can do it i swear i believe in us 😩😩😩 but babes i need to tell u your writing does kill me and is so beautiful and on point and you write the best most real most complex characters and i love them all

anyway i love you !!!!! 💕💕💕💕🍓🍓🍓🍓🤎🤎🤎🤎🪴🪴🪴🪴🦔🦔🦔🦔🌿🌿🌿🌿🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙☁️☁️☁️🌈🪷🪷🪷🪷🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🫐🫐🫐🫐🧄🧄🧄🧄🧅🧅🧅🧅🧺🧺🧺🧺🛋🛋🛋🛋🪟🪟🪟🪟🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

ps there is the cutest orangutan emoji in the world omg 🦧🦧🦧

This is the cutest ask you wake up to! (I’ve had it in my inbox for a few hours to re-read and admire, I didn’t casually wake up at midday haha).

I will travel to New York and we will manifest your own P together! I’m genuinely thinking of travelling to NY in the summer so we have an action plan 💪 I’m so glad you liked the drabble, that makes me so happy. It’s my my entire day 🥰💓💖 here’s to creating more lovely characters that I hope you fall in love with 🥰💞💖💝💗💓

I love you soo much 💖🥰💞💝💗

Ps: the orangutan is very cute! I have a current obsession with sloths 🦥 🦥🦥

[winterballads]

Hi friends ✨ I was tagged by @enbymoomin @korre @ashinlae @fractured-ice and @yilinglaozu in a few tag games, thank you so much! 🌈🦋

—tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Favourite colour: green in all shades, pink and purple 💚💗💜

Currently reading: haven’t had the energy to open a book in ages rip, only been reading a bit of fic here and there :’)

Last song: Stray Kids - MANIAC 🔥

Last series: currently watching Alchemy of Souls, Love Between Fairy and Devil and Joy of Life - obsessed obsessed obsessed with the first two 😭👌💕 

Last movie: can’t really remember 🥲 these days, I almost never watch movies and focus my attention on shows instead

Currently working on: world-building for my fics 🥺

—10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Let’s go with a few fandoms (aka kdramas and cdramas haha) I’ve recently been invested in 🌸 

Love Between Fairy and Devil - Dongfang Qingcang

Alchemy of Souls - Crown Prince / Go Won

Beyond Evil - Han Ju-won

Arthdal Chronicles - Saya

Joy of Life - Fan Ruoruo

Who Rules the World - Feng Qiwu

Legend of Fei - Wu Chuchu

—works in progress

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it, and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I don’t actually have any wips atm 😭 But I can give you the title of three short stories I wrote not too long ago for a mini-series I’m doing about two ocs 💖

running deep

doors wide open

when the cicadas sing

—this or that?

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future //

—this or that? tropes edition

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

For anyone who hasn’t done it yet and would be interested, I also created a fantasy this-or-that a while ago 👀✨

I’m tagging everyone who tagged me + @amantisegreti @technicallysideacc @byallaccountsitdoesntmakesense @no-straightlines @baichoufeis @hendery @stregaorionis to do whatever part of this you want 🥰💛

[ohoshi]

aria’s love & letter

subject: to make your ask box a better place <3

contents: hoshi pics!! (i searched for hoshi pics and shua pics came up 🧍‍♀️)

note from sender: hihi mother <333 i hope you had a restful holiday season and a happy new year!! i also hope you’ve had an amazing week this week (and that you feel better soon 💗💗). here are some hoshi pics as a well wish for next week!

random question before i head off to send more love mail <3: what are three songs you have on repeat/are currently obsessed with?

— aria 🍓

hiii my love <333 yes yes i've been great for the past few days which makes me so happy!!!!! i hate being lazy and unproductive as you know 😭 but !!!!!! i'm glad i am feeling so much better i can get out of bed and actually do something 😭 thank you for the hoshi pics you know how much i love those <3333 (especially the middle one 🥺🥺🥺y favorite loser i love him :(((( )

hmmmmmm rn i have zoo by nct x aespa, dreams come true by aespa and buzzer beater by a.c.e on repeat !!!!!!!! (honorable mentions to make it top 5: heart attack by chuu (loona) anddddddd hypnotized by tbz) can you tell by my discord acc? hope not i was challenged to connect it. i hate how exposed it makes me feel 😭