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lunaviee · 2 years

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can i request where reader cant go to their match and they got angry which makes them say the word "i shouldve invite *ex's name*, she wouldve come." and reader reaction can be up to you! with rin and maybe chigiri? thank you so much and please stay hydrate! sending loves <33

OHHH MYYY GODDD ANONNN……..

the way i gasped so loud when i saw this OMGOMG

okay so, idk if you’re wanting PURE ANGST for this but like i’ll add fluff at the end anyway bc the more the merrier😇😁😁

OKAY SO UMM..i’m a procrastinator, it’s no secret. so uhh chigiris will be posted when i remember to work on it, sorry😭

“are you serious?” “you’re..kidding, right?”

chigiri hyoma and rin itoshi x reader (seperate) click here for chigiri’s

tags/warnings: angst to comfort, swearing, arguing, NOT PROOFREAD…

synopsis: if he’s so insistent on you being there to support him, why doesn’t he do the same?

a/n: i am SO SORRY this took so long </3 i got busy but this request is soo..chefs kiss i hope i did it justice😓

RIN ITOSHI—

the faint mumbles from the tv filled rin’s apartment as you made a quick snack to eat, knowing your boyfriend should be home any minute. you sat down on the couch to eat, turning the tv volume up as background noise while you looked out the window. it faced a gorgeous view of your city, along with a nice view of the sunset.

after some time, you were back in the kitchen to clean up a bit.

*click*

the jingling of keys indicated rin was home, a tad later that usual but you payed no mind to it.

“hey,” you smiled, “welcome home, how was practice?” arms wrapping around his neck as he set his bag down, taking his shoes off. his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on your temple.

“eh, same as always. those lukewarm lunatics don’t know what they’re doing”

you hummed in response, rin pulling away from you to look you in the eye. he spoke again. “we have a game in a few days. you’re going, right?” it sounded more like a demand than a question.

“oh uh about that” you broke eye contact, a twinge of nervousness tainted your face. “i was given an extra shift at work so i’ll be swamped, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it, sorry”

his before softened gaze now pierced right through you, full of annoyance. “really? i thought you’d want to come to my games.” his arms left your torso and flopped to his side, lower back resting on the counter.

“i do! i always do..rin you know this, i go to your games when i can but lately i’ve just been more busy an-” you rambled.

he cut you off, “quit the excuses.”

“excuse me?” you replied, shocked at how his silver tongue was so quick to interrupt you.

“i get it. you’re busy. you don’t have to make up these half-baked excuses and try to make me feel better.” he moved from the counter, straightening his back and showing his full height, looking down on you as if you were less than him at that moment.

“excuses? rin, what the hell are you talking about? i’m being serious.” confusion swirled in your mind, what was up with him??

“you know, i never had these problems with *ex’s name*. she was always happy to come to my games. no excuses, no lies. every game, she was there. why can’t you be like that?” rin’s venom stained words singed into your brain, glints of annoyance pooled in his eyes. a twinge of guilt settled in his gut the minute those words spilled out of his mouth, but he payed no mind to it.

“what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?”

how could he say that? sure, rin was petty and used bitter language when he was upset, but comparing you to his ex? that was a new low, even for him. after all of the crap you two talked about when mentioning both of your exes in the past, you’d assume he’d want absolutely nothing to do with her. right?

“why wouldn’t i be?” not once did his gaze leave your figure, was he serious? “she actually took my career seriously.”

you were beyond shocked, eyes narrowing as your brows knitted together. “invite her then.” you retorted. “maybe i will, maybe then i’ll have someone who actually supports me there.” he scoffed.

his words made your blood boil, eye twitching before you spoke again, “get out.” you gritted through your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your (his) sweater as to not lose your cool.

“what?” he scoffed, not expecting such a response (he really should have, what was he thinking??)

“did i fucking stutter? or is your skull too thick to hear what i have to say. get. out.”

the strikers face further scrunched, yet not moving an inch. “this is my apartment. if you’re upset, then leave.” he brushed past you without a single regret as to what he had said, not entirely believing you’d actually leave, where else did you have to go?

“fine then.” you slipped your shoes on while dialing a number on your phone before slamming the door, leaving the rin to sit with his thoughts. you had much, much more to say, but the thought of having to stay in the same vicinity as you made your stomach churn.

who did you call? why, your best friend of course, who else would you trust with this information. sure, rin’s teammates weren’t bad people to open up to, but you needed someone who could understand your feelings through angry sobs and incoherent mumbles.

it was only a matter of time before you were sat on yours friends bed, angry tears burning your cheeks as you rambled on about how dumb your boyfriend was.

“break up with him” your friend mumbled, only half joking. “me personally, i wouldn’t stay with a man, nah, a BOY who brings up his ex when he’s mad..”

you lifted your head from the tear stained pillow to meet your friend’s gaze. “yeah but……ugh i hate when you’re right” your sentence ending with a laugh

“i’m kidding..kind of” she sneered “either way, screw him, ghost his ass until he comes crying at your doorstep”

“what??” you shot up from your position, now almost on top of your friend. she was faced you, a more serious expression painting her face

“seriously though, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit [n/n], he has the be the one to apologize.” you nodded in response, good thing your friend had a bit more common sense than you did in that moment.

“yeah, you’re right, thanks”

“any time, now do you wanna stay here or are you good to go home?”

“i’ll stay here and bug you more”

“okay then” she laughed out, the two of you now laying on the bed on your backs, staring at the ceiling

• { time skip - two days later } •

the radio silence that came from rin was like torture, did he not care? not a single text or phone call, not even a message given from one of his teammates. it was hard to stay positive.

sure, he deserved the silent treatment, but he was your boyfriend. his company single-handedly made your days better. being separated because of a fight that he didn’t want to resolve was stupid.

your friend tried taking you out today to get your mind off of the situation. it was going well, up until you walked into your favorite cafe.

you were met with a face you were too familiar with. rin’s. his eyes widened in disbelief and he twitched, almost as if he was about to run after you. and so you and your friend took one good look at him and immediately left. if the argument was going to be resolved, it wasn’t going to be in a public cafe.

your friend pushed you by the shoulders as you both shuffled out of the doors, you pulling out your phone to find another place to go to at the same time.

“shit.” was the only thing that rin had managed to mutter out as he saw the two of you running away from the cafe. it’s not that he wanted to avoid you. it’s that he was ashamed. he was scared that nothing he would say would amount to enough of an apology for what he said.

rin was scared that this was the end of you two. his worst fears of losing the one person he knew loved and understood him were coming true and is was his fault. the past few days were filled with doubt and regret, his teammates even noticing his practices were depleting.

the rest of the day came and went, your friend dropped you off back at your apartment where you collapsed on the couch, left with your thoughts once again. you were about to just pass out on your couch and ditch work the next morning, like you have been for the past few days.

that was until you heard a frantic knock on your door, jolting you awake. your worried expression dropped to one of annoyance and bitterness; it was rin. but, he looked different. his usually blank expression was now one of exhaustion and hurt.

he’d been..crying?

your eyes widened in confusion, you opened your mouth to tell him to leave before he cut you off.

“i’m sorry” he blurted out

he was looking down to you, except it was much different than before. rin looked desperate, his eye contact only further confirmed it.

he reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, hesitating. you opened the door to let him in, sitting on the edge of your couch next to each other.

“i’m so sorry [name].”

“i know.”

“it was stupid, you mean so much to me and i..i ruined it.”

“i know.”

“please, you don’t need to forgive me now i just…”

he paused. rin’s head moved to look at the ground.

“i just need to know you won’t leave me. you can ignore me for as long as you’d like and i’d understand. but just…please i need you back” he begged, small tears brimming at his eyes, what a rare sight to see.

silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn’t like the comfortable silences you’ve shared before. it was tense and awkward.

“okay” your voice was barely above a whisper, “i won’t leave you, i think we both know that” you say with a smile.

rin looked back up at you, eyes wide, full of hope and relief.

“but listen i…” the moonlight only further highlighted just how much the two of you had been crying

“it’s gonna take some time. that was really fucked up, you know that?”

“yeah..yeah i know. i’m sorry. you’re nothing like her i-”

“i know.”

the two of you were now looking at each other, faces flushed from crying and relief. the silence was comfortable again.

“let’s just..go to sleep, yeah? we can talk about it in the morning, i think we both could discuss better afterwards” you offered, leaning closer to the armrest of your couch as you were too tired to go to your bed

rin hummed back in response, laying on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your hands found their way to his hair, heartbeats practically synchronizing.

“you know..i’m still not going to your game” you whispered, peeking one eye open to watch your boyfriend. he smiled, “i know” a laugh spilled out of his mouth before you both fell asleep.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #angst #comfort #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #bllk rin #✩ vie writes

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writingstoraes · 2 years

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total swiftie 🎶

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: this was requested but somehow i cant find it in my inbox :(( anyway i hope u like this, anon! happy the eras tour 🤍 sorry this took so long lol

about: it's your life mission to convert charles into a total swiftie.

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, isahernaez, carlossainz55, and 234,592 others

yourusername i once believed love would be burning red — but it's golden, like daylight 🌅

appreciation post for the personification of the lover album, songs and the entire english vocabulary are not enough to express how much i adore u 🤍

(ps. pls join me in being a swiftie baby)

tagged: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc As much as I want to, I just can't grasp the folklore love triangle, amoúr

f1swift LMAO NOT THE FOLKLORE LOVE TRIANGLE??? Y/N SO REAL FOR THIS

lecsmidnight absolutely right queen charles is such a lover album

sainzz55 more like 1989???

pierregasly I caught Charles today watching the Bejeweled music video if it helps 😅

charles_leclerc MATE

yourusername awwww baby :((

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Spontaneous adventure around the city at night + my passenger princess ❤️ (She races me for the AUX and blasts Taylor songs the whole ride in her efforts to convert me into a swiftie)

tagged: yourusername

yourusername anddd how am i doing so far?

charles_leclerc Getting close 😘

leclercs13 y/n converting charles into a swiftie is just so real of her

carlossainz55 Just be a swiftie Charles, Midnights is so good 😁

yourusername SEE YOU GET IT CARLOS

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charles_leclerc How I masterminded my way into catching my girlfriend by surprise with the fact that I actually am a Swiftie:

1. Adore how passionate she becomes when talking about her favorite artist

2. Let her rant about album theories, which "Taylor's version" we get next, and finally listen properly when she explains the folklore love triangle

3. Learn Taylor Swift's entire discography, from debut until now

4. Pester the whole grid in helping me get The Eras front row tour tickets

5. Surprise her with the concert tickets and just watch her have the time of her life (surprised that I know the lyrics to the songs)

6. Just when she thinks the night ends at the concert, take her to a magnificent dinner and propose using a "Paper Rings" reference.

isahernaez Oh my god the big surprise is finally here! Congratulations, you two 🥂

lecs13 WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE LAST STEP IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT

sainzzhero charles proposing what the actual FUCK I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

danielricciardo ...I am so honored to be the one who got the tickets (me and my fast typing skills)

landonorris You only got those cause my computer lagged 😒

carlossainz55 You two arguing I was literally the first one on the website

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yourusername i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, charles_leclerc 💍

except you actually got me a real ring, but i would have said yes as long as it's you. je tàime, my love 🤍

charles_leclerc Excited to spend the rest of my life screaming Taylor Swift songs in the car with you, baby 😚

c2legends such goals im going to cry

charles1655 GOD ME WHEN

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles 🥂 Swiftie Charles is a refreshing new side of him hahaha

carlossainz55 Best wishes, you two! Please remember: I was the first on the ticket website. Don't believe whatever Daniel says 😁

arthur_leclerc Welcome to the family, Y/N! I also want tour tickets 🙏

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: this took some time to make lol ANYWAYYYY thank you so much for reading and lmk what u guys think! 🤍 tumblr is giving me a hard time right now apparently the formatting is weird in ios devices 🥹 like the bold texts are all off n shit and it wont let me fix it 😭

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roguishcat · 1 month

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Augustarion Day 15 - Shirt that goes hard

A/N: Yes, I know what 'shirt that goes hard' means.😁 But what if the shirt literally went hard? Enjoy this little bit of whimsy courtesy of me getting no sleep for two days straight and thus having time to write. This is just for giggles and not meant to be taken seriously.

Comments, likes and reblogs always appreciated!❤️

Pairing: female reader (You) x Astarion

Day 1 - 🍓, Day 2 - 🌊, Day 4 - Mythologies, Day 6 - Cream, Day 7 - Underwear, Day 14 - Protective

You stared at it in horror. Astarion’s favourite shirt. You couldn’t believe that the thing you were holding in your hands was his favourite shirt. Or rather, something that once was his favourite shirt and now resembled a flat, stiff piece of wood.

And how did this happen? Well, it started when Astarion complained that being on the road meant not being able to deal with the annoying wrinkles and creases. And he so hated not looking well put together!

So, what did you do? Oh, just looked up a spell that, apparently, was used by the servants in the city to make sure their masters’ clothes stayed perfect at any time, even fresh after a battle or a quick romp. Or at least until the items got washed and the spell had to be reapplied.

Except something went wrong. Horribly, terribly wrong. Halfway through the spell, you sneezed violently. Which apparently affected the incantation. And instead of becoming wrinkle-free, the shirt has become as stiff as a board.

You tried everything. Getting it wet. Trying to reverse the spell. Setting it on fire. Enlisting Gale’s help. Nothing worked! The damn thing remained rigid.

You felt like crying. Oh, what were you to do? What would Astarion say? Two hundred damn years! Two hundred years he kept the shirt impeccable, mended it lovingly and meticulously. And perhaps the fabric was looking a tiny bit threadbare and worn in some places, but otherwise the state of it was near perfect.

And then your stupid ass came along and ruined it! How long did it take you to destroy it? About five minutes.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” you whispered, putting the shirt down with a dull thump.

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Wyll lied with a wince.

No, it wasn’t bad. It was terrible! There was no way to sugarcoat it. Astarion would see it and immediately hate you and he would be right to do so.

“Are you sure that you can’t think of any spell that might reverse… whatever it was that I did?” you asked weakly, looking up at Gale with hope.

“Believe me, my friend, I did everything I could. I may no longer have Mystra’s favour, but my memory would not fail me. I am sorry,” he replied in a grave voice.

You knew that Gale did his best. It was you who was the idiot that started this in the first place. You did screw up rather spectacularly from time to time, which both annoyed and amused others, but this was the first time that you were quite sure that Astarion would genuinely be hurt by it.

You heard Astarion before you saw him. He and Lae’zel were out scouting earlier this afternoon and they seemed to be back with some good news.

“Dearest!” Astarion greeted you from across the camp, “You would not believe the day that I’ve had! And- oh. What’s this?”

You turned around slowly, your back ramrod straight, holding the shirt in front of you.

“Um… So, you see… Wow, this will be real difficult to explain,” you clutched the damn thing so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

“Darling, what is this that you are holding in your hands?” Astarion took a step towards you, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Um… I tried a thing and- and this happened.”

“What exactly happened? And what is this?” he motioned to whatever it was that you were holding, realizing that the item in your hands looked vaguely familiar.

“It’s your shirt,” you mumbled in a small voice. “I tried a spell and something went wrong and here we are.”

Astarion took the shirt from your hands with an unreadable expression, fingers clutching at the harder-than-stone fabric.

“I am so sorry!’ you wailed, “I shouldn’t have done it! I wanted to surprise you-”

“You certainly did,” he said, turning the shirt sideways with a frown.

“I mean, you always complained about the fabric creasing and not being able to do anything about it. And I thought I had the solution and- I tried a spell.”

“Well, it will certainly not crease now,” he said, rapping his knuckles against the surface. “Excuse me,” Astarion turned around and made for his tent without another word.

This was a disaster. He hated you. The one reminder of his life before he was turned, the one thing that Cazador did not take from him, the one item that stayed with him and you ruined it.

The only thing that kept you from bawling like a toddler was the need to keep up appearances. Because you were still supposed to be the leader of a formidable group of heroes defending the city from the ultimate evil and- oh hells! You could feel the tears coming and took a deep breath to calm down. And then another, until you felt that you got your errant emotions under control. It seemed to work well enough, although you were now acutely aware that the others were watching the scene with barely concealed interest. One of the downsides of travelling with a group of friends. You could never have a slither of privacy. You were already embarrassed about your screw up, and having so many witnesses really did nothing to improve your foul mood.

You knew you probably should be giving Astarion space right now, but you just couldn’t. So, you squared your shoulders and went after your vampire. Though you were not entirely sure if he would want to be yours after this incident.

“Astarion?” you pulled the tent flap aside a little, “Can I come in?”

“I will not stop you if you do, if that is what you mean,” he said without looking in your direction.

Okay, ouch. But you deserved much worse right now. So silently, you came in and sat on a cushion.

Astarion was looking at his shirt, his face void of any emotion. He didn’t seem to be looking at the disaster of a gift, but rather through it. Lost in thought.

Five minutes passed, then five more. You tried not to fidget, but the silent treatment was making you nervous. Astarion still did not give you any attention and it didn’t seem that he would be in the mood to do so any time soon. So, you decided to speak up. Because sitting like this and waiting for him to say something was torture.

“I-,” you began weakly and cleared your throat, “I will just take my things and won’t disturb you anymore.”

“I’m sorry?” he blinked, finally turning towards you.

“Or, perhaps I could come back for them some other time.”

“Darling, why would you take your things at all?” Astarion cocked his head to a side, not sure where you were going with this.

“Because I ruined your shirt.”

“And you are afraid that I might retaliate and ruin your clothes, is that it?”

He noticed your hunched shoulders and dejected look and realised that you may have misinterpreted his silence.

“Or is it something even more ridiculous, such as you getting it into your lovely head that I might break up with you over something so trivial?” Astarion leaned closer to you, brushing an errant lock aside to get a better look at your face.

Okay, ouch again. But you supposed that you deserved that too.

“You sweet fool,” he sighed, pulling you down to sit in his lap, “you saved me countless times. Saved me from Cazador, from myself. What is a shirt in a grand scale of things?”

You felt him put his arms around you and finally relaxed into his touch, enjoying the way he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I mean, I understand why you are upset. I did look amazing in it. But then again, I’d look amazing in anything," he went on. "Besides, I am sure that we can pick out something gorgeous when we get to the city. And for now, you will just have to try and resist me in my half-naked glory,” Astarion flicked his curls back and gave you a sultry look.

“I can’t resist you even when you are fully dressed,” you played along, reaching for his ear with your lips and placing a tender, lingering kiss to the tip, making him purr.

“Well, then we have no choice but to take an evening to ourselves, don’t we?” Astarion conceded playfully, submitting to your searching hands as you fumbled for the ties of his armour.

The next day Lae’zel and Karlach tested out Astarion’s shirt in action and found that it made quite a formidable weapon. When thrown, it sliced through opponents like a knife through butter. When used to strike, the bludgeoning damage was off the charts! It was fireproof, waterproof, gave the holder the ability to ignore many offensive spells and was near indestructible!

Gale begged you to remember which syllable you sneezed on so he could try to replicate the spell and try to make another weapon of the type. But no matter what you did, the spell did exactly as advertised. Got clothes to stay wrinkle-free.

“It appears that this shirt is truly one-of-a-kind,” Wyll laughed, balancing it on the palm of his hand. “Weighs so little too!”

“Well, everything about me is extraordinary. Makes perfect sense for my shirt to have unique properties too,” Astarion looked at it in a way that a proud parent would regard an overachieving child. “Shame that you didn’t cast that spell earlier, darling. I would have quite enjoying smashing Cazador’s head in with it. Would have been ironic that he beat being perfect into me, only for me to come back and beat him perfectly with the shirt.”

“Still plenty of bad guys out there, Fangs! I might just borrow this from you to teach Gortash a lesson,” Karlach cracked her knuckles.

“You would have to fight Lae’zel for it first, I’m afraid,” you lifted your shield as you got ready to move out. “She said that such a formidable weapon can only be wielded by the most experienced warrior.”

“I’m experienced enough!”

“Chk! By the standards of this realm, you fight well. But only the githyanki are taught to be experts with any weapon. I will be the one to carry it,” she insisted, ignoring the protests of others. As far as Lae’zel was concerned, the matter was settled.

And so your ragtag group set off on yet another adventure feeling that the odds were decisively in your favour as of late. You and Astarion walked side by side, hands brushing as you listened to Karlach and Lae’zel bicker. Seeing as the others were preoccupied, Astarion snaked his arm round your middle and pulled you flush against him.

“Do warn me next time you want to experiment, my dear. You claim this to be an accident, but I suspect you have an ulterior motive. One might even say that it is your subconsciousness guiding your hand when it comes to destroying my clothes.”

Astarion’s smile widened as you flushed a beautiful shade of red, claiming your lips in a way that communicated quite clearly that he was down for whatever else your delightful brain would come up with.

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honakito · 7 months

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hiiiii😁 idk of yours request is open but i wanted to ask for a mmj! reader x akito😞 hope youre okay with thisss, bye kisses and hugs 🫶😊

-⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORE , MORE ⠀⠀⠀. . . ⠀⠀⠀more more JUMP !

authors babbles . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i freaking LOVE THIS ! !

MORE! MORE! - prod. honakito

posted as : request

chars : s. akito

type : x g/n ! reader

scenario : akito with an idol (specifically more more jump) reader ( headcanons )

taglist : @finanah ( ask to be added )

affiliated with : @virtualbookstore

notes : OH MH GOD i am SO SORRY for dipping this whole month and not doing this request sooner you probably forgot about it hhh,,,… no joke i was procrastinating this whole month since i am signed up for the math olympics ( i got a 20/28 at the local phase and now im in for the city phase) then i also have national phase if i qualify so requests are gonna take much longer… but still THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTHING THIS AAA!! AND AGAIN IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

notes 2 : so im actually working on a canon character only series. the only thing ill reveal about it is that it is a crossover with one of my current hyperfixations (they go brrr brrr brbrbr) so mist of my attention will be focused on it (requests will take longer in this case) and other shit BUT!!! ill alao try to finish the masterlists befpre my blog gets bigger so it is easier for me to arrange shit YKNOW ,,, and also the last time i posted here i barely got any REACH. like it was embarrassing omfg i dont want that to happen again so this is probably why i was hesitant on posting again but were cool gang ,, and i aslo have to revamp most of my posts kms

date : 26 / 02 / 24 - 10 / 03 / 24

well , he doesnt really care.

wait , what?

dont get him wrong , tho! when he first found out you were also interested in the music field , he was ecstatic in his own way. so , he asked some questions.

to realize youre the fifth member of ‘ MORE MORE JUMP! ‘ tho? that was a shocker! he never really put the puzzle pieces together.

not because he isnt capable of doing so , he just doesnt really.. care, about idol groups. it was never akitos type of music genre.

sure , he saw a few posters here and there , but never observed them as a whole. the only one he recognized on those was airi , because of enas childhood friendship with her.

and when you first came to kamiyama , he never really eavesdropped on any conversations about you. wasnt that normal? for everyone to talk about the new student! why was he the only one that didnt know you were a known idol?

isnt that a good thing , tho?

because akito didnt know of your passion , you saw right through him that this is actually how he feels. figured out that he saw you as an average human being , and not someone you only see on the outside , on a screen.

you were more glad for his oblivion , rather than mad.

but back on topic.

for a little while , he didnt know. but after? he seemed more cautious for you.

he knows the things you have to go through in the idol industry — he isnt stupid.

so for your sake , hes more supportive.

youll never notice it , but he will watch each and every livestream your group will hold after finding out. ofcourse , on a whole different account , while hes alone — he does not need teasing from neither you , mizuki , ena or an.

and the same goes for your social media posts , he always tries to be the first one to like.

also pay close attention to his playlist — suddenly , a few of ‘ MORE MORE JUMP! ‘ s songs are there! but not the whole discography , hes still getting accommodated with the genre.

so after a while — he gets comfortable.

hell always show up to the shows you will host. at first , he will seat in the back , so you dont notice him. but with a little bit of time , you will always spot him easily in the front rows , but he has too much pride to admit it. half of it , he will say ena dragged him with her. but what about the times he shows up alone? when theres no big sister , or no extra ticket from kohane?

if you figure it out tho , hed gladly accept any ticket you give him. doesnt matter if general or backstage access — your performances are moments that he holds close to him , outside of RAD WEEKEND.

and even if it seems like he doesnt care — he will always cheer on you from the sidelines.

begging the x reader gods to show this under the tag this time

div. arent mine ; please do not use my work for own uses , includes : reposting and claiming as their own , heavily inspiring off a long term fanfiction , etc , etc .

#written : surpassed angelic #virtualnetwork #project sekai #pjsk #pjsk x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #x reader #akito vbs

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it-happened-once-in-a-meme · 2 months

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What if the Olympics Took Place in Gotham? 🏊‍♂️🏅😂

(Post-Canon Jim, Oswald, Ed & Valerie Incorrect Quote)

(Spoilers for S03 E14)

The games take place in Gotham this year. According to politicians, the water is clean enough to swim in it, meanwhile experts warn of health risks.

A microphone is held to Commissioner Gordon, "You say the city is prepared for crime spikes, what about the water quality?"

"Uh, with all due respect, that's not my area", Jim says.

"With all due respect," Valerie Vale responds, "the police will have lots of bodies to inspect if scientific opinions are correct. How should we believe that even just one person can survive in that dirt water?"

"A-" Jim coughs, "ask the-" he laughs a bit, "the mayor." 😭

"This isn't funny!" Oswald criticizes from his seat on the sofa.

"I'm really sorry, Oswald," Ed promises.

"Oh, Ed, that's not what I meant. I've forgiven you a long time ago."

"So this isn't about...?"

"No, it's about Jim fake shooting me and pushing me into the water!"

"Oh, I'm relieved to hear that. Good, good." A grin starts to form on Ed's lips. "What would you say if we helped our commissioner find out whether the water is clean?" 🤔😁

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Check it out, guys! I have a new game in my Xbox One that serves as my extra special Christmas present; Trolls Remix Rescue!!! 🤩💖💙🎶🎵🎶

Here in this game, you can play as our beloved favorite Trolls that includes Poppy, Branch, Guy Diamond, Viva, John Dory, Floyd and your own Trollsonas as you explore every area of the Troll Kingdom as long as you like! 😁

There is also an option to customize your Trollsonas to make them look like your own fanmade OCs and includes fun rhythm minigames such as hitting arrows while the Troll you are playing as dances and competing against Queen Barb in a guitar brawl. (Sorry if I couldn’t show what the former looks like because it requires letting go of my camera as I played that... 😓)

According to this map, it seems like there are only four areas of the kingdom that can be accessible to explore such as Pop Village, Volcano Rock City, Symphonyville and Vibe City, but they’ve excluded Techno Reef and Lonesome Flats in here! 😢

In case you were wondering who I’m playing as in the pics about the game that I took, I’m playing as my sweet lovable Branch because it allows me to play the Troll that I loved most! 😍💙

What do you think about this new Trolls video game? This one is definitely my new dream life and I love it so much that I had to play it for the next 24 hours! It looks so fun to play, and why don’t you have it yourself if you find this interesting? 🥰😍💖💙

Furthermore, I think I needed a strategy guide on how to earn all of the sticker achievements in this game because there is no YouTube video explaining on how to get them. 🤔

For more information of this game, check out this website. 😊

#dreamworks trolls #trolls remix rescue #poppy and branch #poppy #branch #viva #john dory #floyd #guy diamond #queen barb #barb #xbox one #playtime in my xbox one #my christmas gifts #my christmas gifts of 2023 #merry christmas #christmas #merry christmas 2023 #christmas 2023

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mrs-gauche · 2 years

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The “Flip it” Theory

(I’m sorry, it’s like 3am and I couldn’t come up with a better title. lol)

So.. Here’s another fun little DA tinfoil hat theory that you might have already heard about, but I don’t think I’ve seen it discussed on here before? It also probably sounds super unhinged, but at this point, can we even get any more unhinged in terms of theories? lol So, we might as well just embrace it. It’s just one of those theories that simply won’t leave my mind (especially when trying to sleep at 3am lol), so writing it down will hopefully put it to rest. 😁

Okay, so we all know that, in the Fade, the laws of gravity or physics in general don’t really apply and are all over the place, right? There’s no real sense of time or space, no real “up” or “down” as the Fade does not follow any rules of the waking world and is somewhat shaped by whatever the person dreaming expects reality to look like or quote, “is reflected by the mind of the living”.

So when we see the Inquisitor fall into Fade in “Here Lies the Abyss”, it’s even emphasized by how the camera movement in-game and the environment in the Fade has to “adjust” according to how the Inquisitor expects gravity to work, or rather, what the world’s supposed to look like to us, meaning the sky has to be up and the ground has to be down. lol

Additionally in Trespasser, we see that, not only is the Vir Dirthara scattered all over the place, but in parts also completely flipped upside down.

(I’m so sorry btw, I just now realized that looking at these gifs for too long can make you feel super dizzy. lol)

The reason I’m pointing this out, is because it keeps reminding me, for one, of this mural.

Of course, since this mural was first shown in the teaser trailer in 2020 and has been thoroughly analyzed by the fandom, it seems pretty clear by now that, with the way this mural is composed, particularly with the two upside down figures, BioWare intentionally encourages us to look at this image upside down. What’s even more intriguing to me, seeing as the Dread Wolf appears to break into the Black City here, “releasing” the raw magic of the Fade with its non existent rules of reality to the waking world and in doing so, figuratively and in some respects quite literally “turning the world upside down”.

Though while most people seem to focus on the two figures here (that are most definitely the two remaining Evanuris still sleeping/imprisoned or something like that, but that’s not the topic of this post lol), you might have heard of this other crazy theory suggesting that, when looking at this mural upside down, the shape of the Dread Wolf appears to roughly resemble that of a mountain.

(I warned you this leans VERY heavy on the tinfoil hat, but please don’t leave yet lol) Okay so, as far as I understand it, the theory suggests a potential connection to a particular mountain mentioned in the lore, called Belenas.

In a legend of the Avvar, it is said that Korth the Mountain-Father kept his throne at the peak of the mountain Belenas, which “lay at the center of the world”. The tale goes as follows:

Korth took his heart out of his chest and hid it within the Frostback Mountains to avoid being weakened by love. When his lack of heart turned him bitter and cruel, the Lady of the Skies sent her children to retrieve it. Though after all her children had failed to do so, the ptarmigan volunteered for the search. The Lady refused to give the tiny bird her blessing, as she thought the mountains was too fierce, but the ptarmigan succeeded where everyone else had failed. It found and freed the heart, allowing it to jump back into Korth's chest, where Hakkon Wintersbreath bound it once again. For her great deed, the ptarmigan was honored by the gods.

When Korth grew tired of heroes barging into his hall to claim the honors they thought they were due for climbing the mountain of the gods, he spoke to the Lady of the Skies, who then lifted Belenas from the earth into her realm, so no one could reach it anymore.

Legend says that Belenas was eventually destroyed during a battle between Korth and the serpent Nathramar, leaving only a vast crater behind that the Lady of the Skies “filled with her tears” and formed what we now know as Lake Calenhad.

Okay, so there’s a lot to dissect here, so I try to make it as brief as possible, but in short, people have noticed a number of intriguing parallels to different pieces of elven lore and theories in this tale, or what could be interpreted as such.

So I’m going to try and take this on one by one. Let’s start with this:

- Korth’s throne sits at the peak of mountain Belenas, at “the center of the world”.

- When looking at the mural from the teaser upside down again, it places the Black City (or the “Maker’s throne”, if you will) at the “peak” of the Dread Wolf shaped “mountain”. It is also known that the Black City sits at “the center of the Fade”, where no one is able to reach it.

- Korth takes his heart out of his chest and hides it within the Frostback Mountains. When his lack of heart turns him bitter and cruel, the Lady of the Skies sends her children to retrieve it.

- If we put in “Titan” for Korth and “Mythal” for the Lady of the Skies, this part is kinda reminiscent of what we know (or suspect) of Mythal, her conquering of the Titans (which would be the Frostback mountains in this comparison) and the theory of the ancient elves killing the Titans and obtaining their hearts, enabling them to create the foci/orbs/vessels of dreams that gives them god like powers. So Mythal sends out her “children”/army in the attempt to conquer the Titan and obtain its heart.

- After all the Lady’s children fail, the ptarmigan volunteers for the search. She refuses to give the tiny bird her blessing, as she thinks the mountains are too fierce, but the ptarmigan succeeds and retrieves the heart.

- Now, this part might be a bit of a reach, but when taking this even further and comparing this whole story to Mythal’s war against the Titans, looking at this tiny little nondescript bird defying the odds and ultimately leading the Lady of the Skies to “victory”, am I the only one who’s a little reminded of Greek mythology here (which, as I’ve mentioned numerous times before now, seems to be at least partially BioWare’s inspiration for the ancient elves), and how in Greek mythology, the Olympians’ victory over the (literal) Titans was the result of a cunning trick devised by Prometheus, who deserted from the Titans’ army beforehand.

And I know I’m certainly not the only one to have noticed a lot of odd similarities between the role of good old Prometheus in mythology and our very divisive Mr wanna-be-Wisdom Pride, aka Solas.

- For her great deed in retrieving Korth’s heart, the ptarmigan is honored by the gods.

- So while we’re at it, why not just compare the little bird to Solas then and assume that, for helping Mythal in her victory over the Titans and obtaining its heart, Solas is somehow honored and elevated to the status of godhood or at least into some sort of exclusive circle of those who the Evanuris trusted the most. (And even rewarded with his own orb, maybe? Might this be what we’re seeing in the mural depicting a Titan’s death?)

- When Korth grows tired of heroes barging into his hall to claim the honors of the gods, the Lady of the Skies lifts Belenas from the earth into her realm, so no one can reach it anymore.

- Now it gets a bit tricky.. If we take this part of the tale as Mythal “lifting” the now dead Titan into her own realm, meaning the sky, maybe it’s nothing more than a metaphor for Mythal mining the Titans’ blood and using the lyrium for her own empire (the creation of bodies for spirits?). Or maybe she literally lifted part of a dead Titan’s body into the sky and used it as a “cornerstone” to build the empire’s capital city Arlathan on top of it.

Which, again, would actually explain why the Black City *cough* Arlathan *cough* is depicted on top of the “mountain” in the 2020 upside down mural. Especially when adding that last part “so no one can reach it”, you know, just like the Black City can’t be reached within the Fade.

- Belenas was eventually destroyed during a battle between Korth and the serpent Nathramar, leaving only a vast crater behind that the Lady of the Skies “filled with her tears” and formed what we now know as Lake Calenhad.

- Again, this part could be interpreted in many different ways. I’ve seen theories spanning from Solas creating the Veil causing the magical floating Arlathan to fall from the sky and destroying the mountain in the process, to the Lady’s “tears” actually being Mythal’s (Great dragon) blood that somehow dripped in the lake when she was murdered, which is why centuries later, the actual Calenhad Theirin would gain special powers when he made a bargain with an old witch (Flemeth?) and drank from said lake.

So yeah, as you can see, there’s a lot to take from all this as far as unhinged tinfoil theories and strange parallels go. lol

And with all of this in mind, I’d like to look at the Black City in the 2020 teaser mural again, as you also might have notice that, in addition to the whole mountain shaped Dread Wolf, when turned upside down, the Black City appears to keep the silhouette of a city, no matter how you look at it?

In fact, a lot of depictions we’ve seen of the Black City share this rather oddly shaped silhouette.

There’s also this stained glass, depicting the city upside down and in both gold and black.

I actually don’t know what to take from all this. It’s just something I’ve noticed while gathering images. lol

But while we’re at it and flipping everything on its head now.. lol While I was looking at all the Trespasser murals again, I also noticed that, when flipped upside down, two of the murals actually form a full circle when put together.

And ohh, would you look at that, there’s the “mountain” (Titan) at the bottom again with the Black City “on top” of it, just like the mural in the 2020 teaser when flipped upside down?? 😂 (Also interesting parallel to note with Solas holding the orb(?) on both the left side of each mural.)

Now, I know I sound super unhinged and I actually don’t think this is supposed to mean anything and it’s probably just a crazy coincidence (..right??), but.... what IF we just go full on tinfoil here now and assume that it IS actually supposed to be looked at this way......

In all the murals we’ve seen thus far, the circle was always assumed to represent the Veil, right? So when looking at it this way, it would put the Titan inside the Fade within the Veil beneath the Black City, right?

So.. Here’s my crazy idea...

Even though we know the Fade is an ever-changing place not bound to any rules of reality or a set geography.. What if the rocky landscapes we see in the “raw Fade” are actually all part of a sleeping/dead Titan(s)?

And while we are looking at these rocks again, am I the only one reminded of the structures seen in the deepest level of the The Descent dlc, a gargantuan cavern located in the so called “Wellspring” within a Titan, which is grouped at the expedition table as a location within “the Uncharted Abyss”.

“The Abyss”, also called the Void in different cultures, myths and historical texts in DA lore, is said to be a place whose location is undefined, but believed to be somewhere within the Fade, “empty places between dreams” (or, according to Solas, the place where spirits are reborn).

So if we go back to the Wellspring again, where we’re looking at what appears to be a literal abyss, a vast sea of clouds.. What we expected to be the deepest and darkest place in the world is revealed to be a bright, seemingly endless “sky” beneath the earth, or rather a Titan.

And with all this in mind, it’s even more intriguing now to go back to the beginning of this post, where we established that, in the Fade, the sky is not set to be “above” or “beneath”. It all depends on the expectation or perspective of the beholder.

(And btw, funnily enough, I actually encountered a bug once at the Wellspring that made it look like the sky was actually “falling down” on me. lol)

And lastly, in relation to all of this, I also want to point out this little quote, said by Flemeth in DA2:

“The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss.”

While we all know our favorite old witch likes to be overly ambiguous and cryptic in her phrasing, maybe we should take this quote more literal than we previously thought? lol Maybe, with the Veil collapsing some way or another and the angry tainted Titans awakened, the world might literally lose its so called “Pillars of the Earth”, plummeting into the endless void we’ve seen in The Descent.....

Well, shit.

Anyway, I’m afraid that’s all I had to say lol, and if you actually made it this far, thank you so much for engaging in this insanity. 😁 (And sorry if this turned out to be a total waste of your time. 😂)

Though I do have to mention, what actually prompted me to write this post in the first place, was seeing how some people are expecting Solas to be at the White Spire now after reading the synopsis of the upcoming comic series “The Missing” (if you want to know why, skip to the end of this post lol). The White Spire being an Antivan mountain with a very particular shape (at least according to this illustrated map of Thedas that came with every copy of Tevinter Nights).

(I can see where this thing got its name from. lol It almost reminds me of a volcano? 😂)

Which just so happens to ALSO kinda resemble the shape of the “upside down mountain” shaped Dread Wolf from the 2020 mural....

So.. take from this information whatever you like, because I don’t know anything anymore... My head hurts from all this spinning. I’m out. 🥴

#tinfoil time #trespasser #solas #mythal #da4 #dragon age 4 #this is probably the most tinfoil I'll ever get lol #but this one is so much fun to think about for some reason 😂#anyway good night lol

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alwaysteveswife · 1 year

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Hi, I've seen your work and I really love it, I'm anxious to see what you do in Midnight with Eddie's story 😁, I wanted to ask you for a one shot of Eddie, if it's not too much trouble, meeting reader for the first time with this prompt 047. the bottom of a huge library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf. would he try to talk to her? Or would he look at her from afar, thank you so much from before, it doesn't have to be right away, I understand you might be busy 💖💖.

Thanks for being so nice 🤧 and sorry for the delay, it hasn't been my week 🤧 buuuuut, here's the result ^^ I hope you like it.

Ever since you arrived in San Francisco, all you wanted to do was go into the library a few blocks away from your new home. It was, simply put, the place of your dreams. It was made of brick, a vine covered its walls, leaving only the windows free to let the sunlight in during the day. The door was made of glass, golden letters with the word "local library" rested impeccably on the transparent material. Ever since you set foot in the city, all you wanted was to go in there, take a book with you and walk to the coffee shop in front of it, be able to drink your favorite coffee and enjoy a good read while listening to the ambient music that the place had. Yes, a dream come true.

It took you much longer than planned to be able to carry out that plan, you had forgotten how busy it was to move. A week had passed, most of your furniture had a place, your clothes were still in the suitcases, but you weren't too worried about it, it was a quick thing to fix, and your eagerness to get into the place was significantly greater.

It was five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, you remember it very lucidly. You opened those big glass doors and held in a gasp of excitement as you saw how big and beautiful it was inside.

The whole place was covered with small plants. Hundreds of shelves surrounded the place, all divided by sections, from children's literature to economics books.

Mischievous laughter caught your attention, you almost choked when you noticed that it also had a children's section that tried to encourage reading among the next generations through art and creativity.

You closed your eyes and mentally screamed at the sky, you were in fucking heaven.

You spent the afternoon among shelves, books and plants, too excited to notice what was going on around you. You had visited almost every section, except for one; recipe books. You were never great in the kitchen, you weren't bad, but you preferred to save yourself the suffering of accidentally cutting yourself, or putting too much salt in a meal, or, in the worst case, almost burning the kitchen, so you were never too interested in the subject. Despite that, you shrugged your shoulders and walked into those aisles, looking at the odd one or two that had a cover that made your guts growl with hunger.

The next thing that happened was a bit of a blur, it happened so fast you weren't even sure what had happened. A loud thump on your back sent you crashing into the bookshelf in front of you, causing one or another book to swing off its perch. You, who were too busy rubbing your head and cursing whoever had pushed you, completely ignored the fact that one of the books was about to fall on your head. By the time you realized it, the book was almost on your head, what's more, you were already assimilated, you could feel the bump start to grow and the pain create a crystalline layer of water over your eyes, yes, you could already feel even the ice pack to ease the pain.

"That was close" muttered a man behind you. It took you a while to realize he was holding the book just above your head, "Are you okay?".

You turned around to get a better look at him so you could thank him properly. You almost choked when you saw him from the front.

He was taller than you, had big brown eyes, his hair was long and messy, barely kept in a low bun. His smile was so friendly you almost couldn't believe it belonged to him, a guy with body tattoos, an ear piercing and a very 80's rock outfit.

"I'm so sorry, my niece is kind of hyper" an embarrassed chuckle escaped his lips, bringing his hand to his hair and messing it up slightly.

You looked to your left as you noticed a small pink shadow move. A little girl, no more than 7 years old, was standing next to you. She had her brown hair tied up in a messy braid with a pink bunny pin. She looked nervous, her paint-stained hands fiddling with the skirt of her kitten dress gave her away instantly.

"Jessica Taylor Harrington, come apologize to the lady."

You almost had a heart attack when you heard what he called you. God, was all your bad luck finally fading away? Was this a sign that you were made for life in San Francisco?

"I'm so sorry, Miss Pretty," the girl murmured, her fingers intertwining with each other, avoiding your gaze at all costs, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

It almost melted your heart to see her little eyes look at you with sorrow and regret. You weren't a fan of children, but there was always an exception, wasn't there?

"It's nothing, don't worry" you smiled as you watched his face light up as she looked at the man from earlier. He smiled back, giving her both thumbs up in excitement, the black book that almost fell on your head rested under his arm.

"Alright, let's get this back where it belongs and-" the man's voice lowered its volume as he paused on the book's cover, "Oh, lucky you" a bright smile crept onto his face, showing the book to Jessica, "isn't this the one your dad needed?"

"Yes!" squealed the little girl, bouncing in place. Sooner rather than later, her uncle started jumping up beside her, carrying her in his arms and laughing. "Let's go to daddy!"

"Yes, let's go to your dad" he replied teasingly, turning his back on you and walking to the counter near the entrance.

"Wait!" you yelled before you could even think about it. It didn't take you long to close your eyes tightly, mentally claiming yourself for doing something like that.

The man turned around, his eyes fixed on you, a smile still on him. You felt your heart race as you watched the sunlight hit his back and made him glow.

"Yes?" he asked in a soft voice. The little girl in his arms watched you two curiously, her small hands wrapped around Eddie's neck.

"Thank you, for catching the book" you smiled embarrassed, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Could you, I don't know, tell me your name? I want to know what the guy's name is who just made me save an ice pack."

You smiled as you heard him laugh at your joke. You liked that sound, it looked good on him.

"I'm Eddie" he held out his free hand to you, shaking it as soon as you wrapped yours around it.

"Y/N, a pleasure".

"Well, see you soon" he murmured, his hand still entwined with yours.

You nodded, your cheeks lighting up quickly. "That I hope, Eddie".

He just smiled back at you, this time a little wider than before. He pulled Jessica up a little higher, walking over to the counter and resting the book on it.

"Were you flirting with Miss Pretty?" the girl said, giving him a playful look that Eddie knew all too well.

"Of course not" Eddie whispered, hoping you didn't hear what he was saying.

"Liar" she laughed, hugging Eddie by the neck tightly, "mommy and daddy will love the news."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming next. Jessica would run to the coffee shop across the street and tell Steve everything, Steve would tell his wife everything, and finally the three of them would pester him about this incident for the rest of his life. At least, Eddie thought, Jessica had helped him be able to talk to you instead of standing there for almost an hour staring at you from afar.

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 2 months

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July

hello friends!!! i am sorry (again) for the late post (again) this time i'm distracted by making sure i watch all of my favorite sport branches in the Olympics 😂 i swear i had like, a draft for July and had been thinking about it on the last ten days of July but then boom the Olympics took my attention away! literally writing this as i watch the men's sports climbing qualifying and wait for artistic gymnastics to start 😂😂😂

so... for a starter... July might be... a start of something new? :) not going to elaborate further but i'm glad i get to experience again something i haven't felt for so long, wherever this will end up as. i don't mean it to be cryptic but: life can hold its mysteries only to reveal it at the most specific time? 😂 it's all casual fun still, but what is life if it's not to enjoy every chance you seize to the fullest!? 😉

went to Bandung again at the first weekend of July, always a good time in one of my fav cities. i'd say Bandung can be my favorite city if only the local govt devised a proper integrated public transportation system, Jakarta still superior with MRT-Transjakarta-Jaklingko-KRL combo. attended a wedding, had a superb time, got to see my fav person too... :) had my routine that is trying new restaurants (Gormeteria, a good 85/100 from me and Lao Ban with 80/100) and of course a bit of refreshing morning walk! anyways i left my heart in Bandung and i will always be so excited to visit :)

also Penang story is due now! spent 6 days in Malaysia for the very first time and it was not even in Kuala Lumpur 😂 so there's this orthodontics seminar there, held by the Malaysian Association of Orthodontists at Georgetown, Penang and me along with five others were accompanying our profs. to save money, the six of us rented an apartment ten minutes away from the venue (which is a 5-star hotel we couldn't afford lol) actually had lots of fun, and i'm so glad all of us have the same personality that spending 24x6 hours together was just an experience full of laughter! tried some of local foods, visited and took pics at the Penang Street Art, the rest was just us exchanging stories at our apartment 😂

July is the first out of two months (summer-like) break and i love i get to do nothing most of the time... i can catch up on films, dramas, series, Olympics games, f1, motogp, and reading while just relaxing. IAO dance rehearsals also going smoothly, a nice weekly exercise for me who don't do workouts much (unless you count house chores???) i just love day-offs i can do whatever i want hehehe

next month on August it'll still be 2nd semester break and i'm kinda nervous now because i heard 3rd semester i'll start handling patients, excited but yeah, nervous!!! good news about August is that my Brisbane based cousin will move back to Indonesia next week! can't wait to be reunited with her 😁

i suppose that's all for July, praying for more good things to come. see you in August post!

#alhamdulillah #there's always something to smile about #every new day is a new treasure hunt #:)

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WIP WEEKENDS!!!

Sorry, no fancy header for this one. I didn’t have the energy. I still have to go find out what is making that terrible smell in my son’s playroom and that is causing me all sorts of anxiety. 😱 Pray for me you guys.

Anyhoodles...this is an excerpt from a modern rock band AU that I have been working on. It's also got the fated mates troupe in there for kicks. In this snippet, I kind of wanted to explore what it would be like if Inu had a less fraught relationship with his older brother. They're less 'wanna kill each other' and more 'you've been the most annoying part of my life, unfortunately I can't get rid of you cause you're family' relationship. 🙄 Siblings... am I right?

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this. Let me know what you think! OH! Almost forgot to give @shikonstar a tag since they asked when I post stuff for this AU idea. If anyone else wants a tag just let me know. 😁

HERE WITH YOU (tentative title)

Inuyasha growled under his breath and glared down on the city beneath him, dreading his last resort call, but needing answers regardless. He clicked on the picture staring back at him from the phone screen and leaned against the balcony railing. It rang twice before being answered.

“What do you want?”

“Nice to hear your voice too, Sess,” Inuyasha drawled.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, as if his older half-brother was barely holding onto his last shred of patience. “I’m assuming you didn’t call me just to exchange verbal barbs.”

“Oh, but it’s so much fun,” he replied in a dry tone.

“Your purpose, little brother,” Sesshomaru snapped.

Inuyasha sighed and ruffled a hand through the silver bangs around his face. “Is Dad with you?”

“No.”

“What about Mom?”

“No, I am not hanging around with your mother.”

“Hey! Cut it out with that crap!” Inuyasha growled. “If she hears you, it’ll make her cry.”

There was a beat of silence. “Fine. If you wanted to talk to either of them, why didn’t you call them instead?”

“You think I didn’t try?! No one is answering their fucking phones.” He dragged a hand over his face. “Please, Sess. I’m desperate.”

“That checks out. So, what’s the problem?” his brother asked, sounding bored.

Inuyasha took a deep breath. “I found her.”

“Who?”

He gnashed his fangs together to keep from shouting. “Her.”

“Little brother, I am about thirty seconds away from hanging up unless you start making sense.”

Fuck. He was going to have to say the words aloud, wasn’t he? “My mate. I found her.”

A long pause followed. “And? Do you need my advice on how to woo a woman?”

“What? Fuck no! I have no problems there,” Inuyasha said. “And seriously bruh, ‘woo’? What are you, some ancient feudal lord?”

Sesshomaru ignored his jibe. “Well, bruh, I’m not understanding. Father has spoken to you about this matter before.”

“Yeah, and he said it was rare, that most demons spend centuries looking for their mate, if they find them at all.”

“And?”

“And I twenty-fucking-three!” he snarled, wishing that he had just been patient and waited for his dad to call back. “I don’t need some supernatural force trying to settle me down just yet.”

“If you truly think that’s how it works, then you’re as much of an idiot as I’ve always assumed.”

“Hey, don’t get jealous, man.”

“I do not want or need a woman in my life,” his brother said in a clipped tone.

“And you think I do?!” Inuyasha seethed, pacing the width of the balcony in agitation. “The band is just getting signed to a label. Soon, we’ll be in the studio and then touring. This fated mates shit is the last thing I need.”

Sesshomaru grumbled something unintelligible under his breath. “Have you ever considered that it may have nothing to do with her being your mate? Perhaps you’re simply attracted to her?”

He scoffed dismissively. “I think I would know.”

“Would you?” he challenged. “By Father’s own admission this is rare, even more so considering you are only a half-demon.”

“Oh great lord of the western lands, please excuse my tainted blood,” Inuyasha said in monotone.

“I’m serious. The odds of you finding or even having a fated mate are about the same as being struck by lightning. Maybe what you’re feeling is simple attraction.”

Inuyasha mulled over his words. It both pained and relieved him to admit that Sesshomaru was probably right. He had no idea how these things were supposed to go. Even now he was having trouble verbalizing the things Kagome had made him feel. Their intensity had faded once he had left that stifling room.

He rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Fuck. Maybe you’re right,” he conceded. “I just… I’m not ready for all that.”

His brother released a heavy breath. “Look, I have a meeting with Father later today. I’ll tell him to call you.”

“Thanks,” he replied, completely deflated.

“And Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru continued. “Please remember that we come from a long line of powerful demons. Fate does not control us, nor does it direct us what to feel.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Spare me.”

Inuyasha heard movement on the other end of the line. “I have to go. Good luck, little brother.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

His phone beeped twice before going silent. Inuyasha shoved it back into his pocket and slumped against the rail, fiddling with the two rings in his eyebrow. Somehow, that entire conversation hadn’t made him feel any better. He knew that there was something inside of him that drew him to that woman. It was undeniable, but whether it was the hands of fate or simple horniness that drove him was still up for debate. Maybe I just need to get laid.

Inuyasha’s ear flicked toward the door as it opened and closed, drawing his gaze.

“Hey!” Kagome’s soft melodic voice called out as she walked towards him. “I just saw that you were done with your phone call and I kind of need to go over a few more things with everyone.”

He straightened and strode right past her, biting back a groan when he was once again engulfed in her scent. Had any woman ever smelled so fucking…edible? “Fine, let’s get this shit over with.”

Kagome scoffed behind him. “Seriously, what is your problem? Have I done something to offend you or is ‘moody asshole’ just part of your persona?”

Inuyasha whipped around and nearly choked on his tongue. Kagome was the picture of feminine pique with her hip cocked and arms crossed over her chest, accentuating the long line of cleavage between her breasts. The warm summer wind plastered her green dress to her body, outlining the little ‘v’ where her long legs met.

Mine, his demon growled from the back on his mind. “No!” Not yours, and sure as hell not mine.

“No?” Kagome asked with a shake of her head. “No, what?”

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “No, I’m not a moody asshole.”

“Well, from where I’m standing…” She raised a brow.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Not everyone is required to like you.”

“Like me?” she said with a delicate snort. “You don’t even know me. How could you decide one way or another?”

“I know enough.”

Kagome drew her head back like he had slapped her. She looked away, but not before he could see the hurt simmering in her eyes. “I’m not sure what there is to find so repulsive.”

Inuyasha cursed. What the hell was he doing? It wasn’t Kagome’s fault that he felt utterly confused. It wasn’t her fault that fate had the worst sense of timing. She hadn’t asked for any of this, and he had no right to keep treating her this way. Hell, if his mother ever found out, he would get the lecture of a lifetime accompanied by a slap upside the head from his father.

He sighed and rubbed at the space between his brows as he stepped closer to her. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings and I don’t find you repulsive.”

Kagome finally met his eyes, biting at her plush bottom lip that looked softer than a flower petal. Definitely not repulsive…

A weak chuckle escaped him as he shrugged and scratched at the back of his neck. “It’s just been a crazy few days; it’s surreal. I keep expecting to wake up from a dream, ya know?”

She pursed her lips, gaze darting over his face before she took a deep breath. “I understand. This is… a lot. I get that you’re here for the music, not all off this relentless bureaucracy. So, let me handle that, it’s literally my job. You just keep focusing on what you’re great at. Deal?”

Kagome held out her small hand to him and Inuyasha stared at it. Part of him wanted to get as far away from her as he could, to insist that she find them a new manager and forget she even existed. Even that thought made another side of him want to howl in pain, like somehow her existence had become integral to his being. That scared the shit out of him, but it was impossible to crush the cautious hope lighting up her blue eyes.

Before he could think better of it, Inuyasha engulfed her hand in his, brushing his fingertips over the fluttering pulse at her wrist. “Deal.”

They didn’t even shake, just ended up holding hands as the summer breeze encircled them. Kagome offered him a glorious smile that warmed her whole face and struck him dumb.

Maybe Sess was right, maybe he had absolutely nothing to fear, given the odds. Either way, Inuyasha wouldn’t be standing out in any thunderstorms for the foreseeable future.

#wip weekend #inuyasha #kagome #sesshomaru #modern au #fated mates #inuyashaxkagome #inukag #inukag fanfic

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 2 years

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heyoo, is it okay if i could request, a male reader thats basically from khanri’ah. He’s around the age of 15-18 when he was forced to run away from the nation once known as khanri’ah, the nation being the farthest away from his homeland was inazuma, year 1 passes since khanri’ah goes to ruin no one really notices [reader] as he’s just another traveler going into the city of eternity. Especially for someone who has been alive for years, 500 at that, 1 day becomes weeks those weeks become months then onto those months becoming years this case 500 years pass [reader] becomes an outcast to say since he been on ritou and inazuma city in and out sometimes going to the shrine and praying. eventually the time came for [reader] being forced to leave as his reputation as an outcast became too much for him to handle so he leaves inazuma, and so it would save him from being a threat to eternity if he would be brave enough to challenge eternity itself, the raiden shogun. fleeing to the city of contracts, liyue [reader] ends up meeting liyue’s archon first hand, zhongli/morax, [reader] slowly backed up he obviously didn’t want to be with one of the gods that destroyed his nation, zhongli ends up in ways comforting [reader] since he’s older now. He’s more wise than what he was in his prime it took [reader] a lot to just get used to zhongli, alongside zhongli ends up becoming a father figure to [reader]. So just a platonic type of one-shot, if that isnt too much. ty have a wonderful day :)

Sure, your request is approved. I hope you have a great day as well 💙😁

Father Figure! Zhongli X Male Reader

You've been walking on this world for generations after generations, and you have been traveling to various places ever since your homeland, Khanri'ah was completely eradicated.

That event took a heavy toll on you, and you've been wondering around Teyvat ever since. The worst thing about it is that no one notices you, and if they did they would see you as an outcast. Being defined as an outcast is unbearable for you, and you decided to travel to another region, and that region is Liyue.

It only took a couple of days for you to get there, "hope no one sees me as an outcast here," you said to yourself. You then began to look around the region, it was a sight to see in your eyes. "I see you are enjoying the view of this wonderful place," a voice said from behind. You turned around to see who the voice belonged to, and you didn't expect to see who it belongs to. You backed away a bit, who stood before you was Zhongli, one of the Archons.

"Is there something wrong traveler?" Zhongli asked, "you were there," you said while trying not to cry. "I was there?" Zhongli asked again, "don't act stupid, you were there when Khanri'ah was destroyed!" You said while crying, Zhongli finally understood what you were talking about.

"You must be Y/N, you are the survivor of Khanri'ah. But that was a long time ago," Zhongli said. "It was, but I still remember it," you said while still crying. Before you could react, Zhongli hugged you tightly before saying, "I'm so sorry Y/N, I should've never done that."

You hugged him back, "really?" You asked, "yes, I'm truly am sorry." You looked at him and smiled, "I'm sorry for blaming you for the incident Zhongli," you said. "It's okay Y/N, it's very understandable to blame me for it since I was apart of it," Zhongli said. "But at least you are owning up to your mistakes," you said while smiling at him. "You're right," he replied while smiling back. "I'll see you around Zhongli, I hope we can be friends," you said. "So do I," he replied.

After that you two went your separate ways. You two would often come and see each other every now and then, and it didn't took long for you guys to develop a great friendly relationship either.

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bragganhyl · 1 year

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i really want to kiss you right now for the smut prompts!

Yay, thanks Ella 💖 here is uhh 5k words 😅 of Edér and Gaura getting nasty with each other

sooo... yeah be warned for graphic description of them having sex under the cut, don't click on the readmore if you don't want to read it and if you still manage to do that, you have about 2k words of preamble so you have time to click away before anything steamy happens

but if you do want to read it then I hope you have fun with it 😁

‘Apologies, Watcher, this will take longer than I initially thought,’ Zamar glanced up at Gaura, but his eyes didn’t carry the same sense of guilt that his words implied. The Defiant was visible behind him, its hull half-stripped away and in some spots, replaced with a darker, more durable material. ‘I can’t say I have ever worked with blackwood before, I’m trying to make sure you leave with a hull that was better than what you had coming in.’

‘You’re attitude is admirable,’ the Watcher replied, not only commenting on the shipwright’s conviction towards his client, but the gleam in his eyes, betraying how much relished the opportunity to work with the unique material she brought him. ‘So how much longer are we talking about here?’

‘About 2 or 3 more days,’ Zamar stroke his beard as he eyed the ship. ‘No additional charges,’ his lips curled to the faintest and most fleeting smirk Gaura has ever seen.

‘Alright, I’m sure the crew won’t mind a longer shore leave,’ she glanced at The Defiant again and sighed when she glimpsed the setting sun behind it. ‘I sure don’t.’

‘Glad to hear it,’ he gave a curt nod. ‘I’ll get back to it, if you don’t mind.’

‘Of course, thanks for letting me steal a minute of your time,’ Gaura said goodbye with a smile, that faded as soon as she turned away.

Edér was waiting for her a few steps behind her. Her heart sank as she watched him in the slowly fading sunlight, smoking, waiting, a tender half-smile still tugging at his lips.

The Watcher was meant to spend that day on him, and with him. However, once rumor spread about The Defiant being equipped with a new hull – which meant that her crew was going to be stuck ashore for the next few days – it seemed that everyone who could ask the Watcher for help in the city, showed up to do so. Running a few errands didn’t seem like something that would have taken long and the treks from one side of Neketaka to the other seemed like they could also serve as romantic strolls. But what seemed one thing looked really different in the light of the setting sun.

‘Gods, I am so sorry,’ Gaura closed the distance between her and the farmer and wrapped her arms around him. ‘I thought I’d be quicker handling these things.’ She lightly butted her head against Edér’s armored chest.

‘Hey, don’t be like that,’ he hugged back, squeezing her for a moment, as if her bad mood was something he could expel from her physically. ‘You heard Zamar, we got a few more days than planned. Could just take a rain check now and… I don’t know, we could go out tomorrow?’

‘I’m spending tomorrow with Aloth.’

‘Right, I forgot,’ he let out a quiet sigh as he thought, ‘the day after tomorrow?’

‘I’ll be meeting with Flaune. And after that with Onekaza.’

Edér was silent for a moment. His jaw felt tense and he didn’t notice he tightened his embrace. ‘Right.’ His sigh sounded heavier now. Gaura pulled away just far enough to look up at him.

‘I’ll be free the day after that,’ she flashed an encouraging smile at him. ‘And the day after that.’ She lightly cupped his face.

The veteran squinted at her, pretending to ponder her offer, but he never had the patience to deal with facade, not even with his own. ‘Can I have both days?’ The question would have sounded like a joke if his touch didn’t betray his reluctance to be apart from her.

‘Now you’re just getting greedy.’

‘Nah,’ he let go of her, ‘one day for you and me,’ he began as he peeled her hand from his face and took it into his, ‘one day for you, me and Aloth. What do you say?’

‘Hmm,’ now it was Gaura’s turn to feign disinterest, ‘I am going to counter that offer with… one and a half of those days,’ she ran a finger along the metal scales protecting Edér’s torso, ‘and on top of that, the last day of the shore leave and whatever is left of tonight.’

Edér chuckled. ‘Yeah, I was hoping we’d do more than just climb a mountain.’

‘Good, let me buy you a drink,’ Gaura said as she took the first step towards the Wild Mare, pulling the farmer along.

The two of them passed by massive braziers being lit, and shopkeepers putting away their wares for the night. The bustle of Queen’s Berth didn’t die down with the daylight, it merely shifted. The district felt distinctly less bureaucratic and business-like in the evening. The last remnant of the day was Ivorr the Bright, saying the last prayer before the sun set fully – a goodbye to the light of his god.

‘Thine hands, whose grip pulls me out of darkness. Thine ears-’

Gaura felt a tremor in Edér’s hand. When she looked to him, he merely smiled at her and pulled her close with a single tug. He lifted a finger to his lips.

‘Thine heart, bright as the dawn, giving me warmth when I’m raw.’

Edér winked at her at that line. The Watcher turned away, failing to stifle a fond but nervous chuckle. Often, she would find herself grateful that she couldn’t truly blush. In that moment, she cursed her hair for betraying her fluster at his incidental but no less reverent confession. His adoring laugh coming from behind her didn’t help matters, nor did his thumb lightly caressing her hand as they made their way to the Wild Mare.

They were lucky. The tavern wasn’t quite yet full and so the two of them could find a free table for two in a dimly lit corner. It had an awkward vantage point: the stage was only partially visible and the bar seemed to have been obscured entirely there, but Edér didn’t seem to mind, in fact he eyed the one thing fully, and clearly visible from there with a mischievous grin – the stairway leading to the upper floor. The Watcher was also glad they could find a spot that offered the illusion of privacy in the crowd, and she wasn’t exactly in the mood to hunt for another table. She just about gestured to Edér to offer a seat, when he spoke up.

‘Why don’t you stay here while I grab us something to drink?’

Gaura chuckled at him making the same offer she intended to make. ‘I’m supposed to be the one apologizing to you,’ she reminded him, patting him on the chest. ‘I’ll go get it.’

The farmer, however, grabbed her wrist just as she was about to move past him.

‘You’ll get your chance, don’t worry,’ he left a kiss on her knuckles. When the Watcher opened her mouth to retort, he left another on her palm and he pulled her close. His free hand traveled down her back, gently, comfortingly. ‘Just had an idea, that’s all,’ he explained with a shrug.

‘Uh-oh.’

‘You’ll like it, I promise,’ he kissed her on the cheek. ‘And if you don’t, then we’ll be even,’ he joked, earning a light punch in the shoulder.

Gaura squinted at him. Whatever Edér had on his mind, all he could read from his face was that fond half-smile of his that she saw by the shipyard. It didn’t feel right not to indulge him after the patience he’s displayed for the whole day.

‘Alright.’

Edér’s smile widened as he left her by the table. The Watcher sat down for the first time that day, and she suddenly became very aware of the muscles in her legs. She stretched as she sat, trying to fight the dull, burning sensation in her limbs, wondering if she could maybe convince the farmer to spend a little more time in the tavern before they went on to climb to Periki’s Overlook where they rented a room. But then she remembered that it was exactly what she’s been asking him all day long – just a little more time. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed. She only vaguely heard Edér approach in the growing crowd. She straightened her back and reached out to take her pint once he got within reach. Edér pulled his chair close to her, close enough that as he sat down, his thigh brushed against hers lightly, but just firmly enough for her to feel… intent behind the touch. Maybe even need. He took out a small vial and drank its contents, grimacing, and then washed it down with a large gulp of ale.

‘Not so fast,’ Gaura grabbed his wrist for a moment, ‘you don’t know how the ale would affect the potion’s magic.’

Edér raised an eyebrow. He looked into his cup, then at the Watcher’s hair. He put down the ale and reached for the curve of Gaura’s neck. He caressed her with his knuckles and her flames harmlessly caressed him back.

‘Seems to be working fine,’ he said as his lips curled to a smirk. His hand on her slid down to her collarbone, to her chest, to her belly. He then guided it to her waist as he leaned in to leave a kiss under the Watcher’s jaw. Then another and another. Each more intense than the previous one. Gaura tensed up in surprise. Her gaze darted to different points in the room, looking at one person or another, but it was difficult to focus on anyone but Edér and the gentle touches of his mouth that got her heart fluttering for him.

‘Edér, we’re in public,’ she chuckled awkwardly.

He paused. Time seemed to have frozen for a short while. ‘Yeah…’ the farmer sighed resignedly and pulled away, ‘sorry, Honeycake.’ He reached into his pockets again. ‘I suppose we really oughtta keep this kinda thing upstairs,’ he said as he placed a simple, tagged key on the table.

Gaura blinked at the key while Edér took another sip of his drink, snickering into the cup. The thought of the two of them having some time truly alone got her biting her lip. Relief slowly spread in her chest and washed over her limbs. An involuntary laugh bubbled up from her. Sometimes she forgot how well he knew her, how observant he was and how easily he could lift her spirits. Although that might have said more about her than him, she mused.

‘Is this why you insisted on getting these drinks?’ She couldn’t hide her grin.

The farmer nodded as he swallowed. He kept his gaze fixed on her, his joy and adoration was blatantly apparent in his eyes.

‘You know, you could have just asked, I could’ve handled it for you,’ the Watcher shrugged and picked up her cup, her fingers lightly brushing against the key. She lifted it to her lips, trying to stifle her carefree and excited giggle.

‘Wouldn’t have been much of a surprise then,’ Edér was about to reach for the back of Gaura’s head, but she lifted a finger, urging him to wait while she downed her pint. The farmer laughed at her impatience and at the feeling of her leg brushing against his.

She slammed her cup on the table and grabbed the key once she finished. ‘You couldn’t even keep that surprise to yourself for a minute,’ she teased him, her free hand lightly rubbing his thigh. There was a faint hum hiding in Edér’s laugh as he leaned close.

‘Been watching you all day, dealing with all sorts of things, doing all that talking,’ he reached below her chin and let a thumb linger by the corner of her lips, ‘and looking really really pretty doing all that.’ His gaze stayed on those lips for a few excruciatingly long moments. ‘You’re gonna have to forgive me but… I’m running out of patience.’

‘Good,’ Gaura said breathlessly, ‘I really want to kiss you too. Right no-’

Her last word was interrupted by Edér crashing into her. Gaura could feel his kiss in her teeth and she had to fight with every fiber of her being against an urge to climb on his lap then and there, to claim the thigh brushing against her for her own pleasure. The fingers lingering on his knee moved upwards and the farmer lightly groaned into their contact. The Watcher felt the flames on the back of her neck flutter at the sound and with a last ditch effort she forced herself away from him.

‘Finish your drink,’ she stood up and took a few steps towards the stairway leading to the brothel level of the Wild Mare. She took a quick glance at the key in her hand, trying to read the tag while she walked when she felt a familiar presence by her side.

‘That ale wasn’t all that good,’ Edér hooked his arm in hers and leaned to her ear, ‘and it ain’t the taste I want.’

Gaura sped up her steps hearing that. The two of them hurried upstairs and the people working and lingering there, and made their way straight to the room that the key belonged to. The Watcher opened the door and let Edér in. She stepped in after him, laughing in excitement, hastily locking the door, trying to ignore the hands on her hips and the breath on her ear.

And then the lock clicked.

The Watcher was pressed hard against the door. The only thing separating her from it was the hand traveling up her chest while another pulled her hip close to Edér’s lap. A sloppy kiss landed behind her earlobe. Another a little lower. Gaura reached behind, over her shoulder, her fingers found those soft, straw colored strands and gave them the gentlest tug. They were both already panting, maybe they shouldn’t have rushed up those stairs, she mused, impishly grinning at herself as she guided the hand on her hip forward, down between her legs. She felt a little guilty about her impatience as she began moving against that broad palm, she was after all meant to make up for the day to him. But Edér only responded with the faintest of groans and by pressing her even tighter against himself – and against the rough metal scales separating them.

The Watcher twisted herself, trying to face Edér, only to notice the same frustration on his face that was building in her. She laughed as she reached for the straps keeping his pauldron in place. The farmer hastily followed her lead. Bits of his armor came off him, one by one, until he was only covered by the light fabric of his clothes underneath.

Gaura once again was against the door, her thigh lightly held up against Edér’s hip, her hands digging deep into his hair, her mouth locked in a forceful, insistent, ravenous kiss. She moaned faintly into the farmer’s mouth, only for him to pull away, letting the last note fill the space between them.

‘For once, we don’t need to keep quiet,’ he grinned down at her.

‘When do we ever keep quiet?’

A self-aware chuckle left Edér at the question. ‘Never. And I feel real guilty afterwards.’

The Watcher softly chuckled. ‘And how do you think I should feel?’ She lightly pressed against his chest and stepped forward. He let her guide him to the bed, his gaze never leaving her face, his eyes never showing anything but his craving for her closeness. He barely heard the question over his heart beating in his ear, pounding under her hand for her.

‘Dunno, how do you think you should feel?’ His question ended in a quiet yelp as Gaura pushed him onto the bed. Before he could gather his thoughts again, she was already on top of him. Before he could speak again, her lips were already on his.

He melted into her kiss. His hands came to her hips and pulled her down as he sat up. His touch felt like a question and a plea and the Watcher answered with exactly what he wanted. He quietly groaned into her mouth as she started grinding against him again, then he pulled away, as if merely feeling her movements wasn’t enough, he needed to look, he needed her occupy all his senses. He bit his lip as he watched her hips roll. His hands moved again, one downwards, fingers biting into her encouragingly, while the other reached for the laces of her vest. Gaura chuckled, her voice rang deep and hoarse with desire as she pushed him back down on the bed. Edér blinked up at her in surprise but his expression quickly changed as he watched her remove her vest first, her knees hugging him a little tighter as if anticipation was getting the better of her, despite her slow movements. A breathless curse left him when she took her shirt off next. He felt a little foolish feeling as hypnotized as he did, as if he never saw her before, as if he didn’t know every last inch of her body. And yet, she was beautiful like the sunset by the shipyard.

Gaura, however, didn’t let him admire her for long. She moved lower so she could lean over him and take his shirt in her mouth. She laughed as she pulled it to his neck with her teeth. Edér gasped when he felt her mouth move to his pecks next, showering them with sloppy kisses – too hungry not to let a few gentle bites mingle with them, too indulging not to show his nipples some special attention, too self-satisfied not to have them resonate with the Watcher’s giggles as she grew drunk on the sounds she was drawing out of the farmer.

‘I’m thinking I still haven’t properly apologized for wasting your time today,’ Gaura let her tongue guide her down his chest, to a spot over his hipbone. Edér pushed himself up slightly and his movements formed a roll on his side that she couldn’t resist nibbling. The farmer laughed at the feeling only for his laughter to turn into a groan once the Watcher’s hand found its way to his bulge.

‘And here I was planning on spoiling you…’ He watched as she undid his pants and pulled out his cock.

‘Plans change, as we both learned today,’ she left a small kiss on his shaft, her eyes curving over her smile. ‘But it’s up to you,’ while Edér was trying to remember how to breathe, she ran her tongue along his length, stopping at the head, while her hand began pumping him, ‘do you want me to stop?’ She asked, still smiling, her lips brushing against him, her eyes fixed on him, waiting for the answer she already knew.

‘Of course not.’

Gaura’s mouth closed around him, stifling a satisfied hum. In a few moments she found a decent enough rhythm, if the sounds coming from Edér were any indication, even if her pace was a little hurried for the Watcher’s taste. She couldn’t help it though. Not after a day of feeling him close and yet never close enough. Her flames rippled as she moved further down along his length. Breathing became her sole focus. Her hands moved to the farmer’s thighs as they tensed up, his body answering her, ready to close whatever distance was left between them.

‘Come up for air.’

Gaura glanced up at him. Edér’s hand lightly closed around her horn. She pulled away just as the veteran sat up and he pulled her on his lips immediately. She spent a moment catching her breath resting her forehead against his once he let her go.

‘Don’t think you realize how pretty your mouth is,’ he said as he guided her back to his lap, ‘or how good it feels.’

When the Watcher took him in her mouth again, she didn’t move. She didn’t have to. Edér’s thrusts were light and slow. He held her steadily by her horn, keeping her gaze on him and in turn he didn’t look away either, even though it took every bit of his strength not to sprawl out on the bed, eyes closed, head thrown back in pleasure until she made him come undone. It all felt very selfish, it all felt very generous, whatever he was actually being, Edér knew Gaura would forgive him for it.

Soon, however, he felt a familiar heat on his thighs.

‘Dammit,’ he guided Gaura away from him. ‘I uh… I started to feel your hair.’

The Watcher nodded as she wiped her mouth. ‘You still got some potions, right?’

‘I think so,’ Edér hastily patted his pockets, failing to notice her sitting beside him, undressing. By the time he found a vial, she was already bare, sitting cross-legged, and leaning back leisurely.

‘Do you need help opening the bottle?’ She cocked her head with an impish smile that put a smirk on the veteran’s face as well.

‘Dunno, it might taste nicer from your hand,’ he said, but downed the potion regardless. He tossed the empty vial aside and shimmied out of his remaining clothes. His eagerness to touch the Watcher again was visible in his movements which drew a melodious laugh out of her. He kicked his pants off with a curse but at least, she still found it funny, her laughter still echoed in the room as Edér closed the distance between them. She still laughed as he pushed her legs apart. And then his fingers found her slit. She grew quiet then. ‘My turn,’ he broke the silence.

The Watcher gasped as Edér began rubbing her again. ‘Wow, you’re wasting no… time,’ her last word was barely louder than a sigh as she felt a pair of fingers pushing past her folds. She knew she craved him, she felt the heat of her need pool in her belly as she pleased him, and yet she wasn’t quite aware how badly, how intensely she wanted him until she felt him within her. Even the lightest of his touches could’ve set her nerves ablaze, but Edér was determined to give her more than that. His touch was careful, but firm, gentle, but Gaura could still feel his strength. A soft whimper left her lips which was answered with a kiss landing on her forehead.

‘Just had a hunch that you needed me,’ he glanced down at his fingers easily sliding in and out of her, the light tremors running through Gaura’s legs, her muscles tensing by her hip as she fought the urge to rock herself against him, ‘I’m getting the sense that I wasn’t wrong.’

‘You really weren’t,’ the Watcher felt like her arms were about buckle under her. Edér noticed it too, and gave her shoulder a light push. He pulled his fingers out of her only long enough to get on top of her, but even those few moments of absence felt immense and strangely anguishing. The farmer seemed to have been spurred on by those few moments as well. His touch felt more insistent, a little more forceful. His gaze was dark and twinkling with desire as he looked down on her. He left one last kiss on her lips before he moved on to her chest, to the glowing mark shining in the center of it. Gaura could’ve sworn every last one of her flames flared up when the farmer kissed her there, savoring the feeling of those same flames lapping at him harmlessly. All the while his hand kept moving, his friction kept building that sweet, sweet pressure that got the Watcher squirming under him, arching herself towards him. She needed him closer, and closer still. Meanwhile Edér continued following the unseen trail of his own kisses down her chest, down her belly, until he finally reached her clit.

Gaura could barely handle the contrasting sensations lovingly assaulting her senses. The relaxed, tender touches of Edér’s tongue, opposed to the swift movements of his calloused fingers. The feeling of his coarse mustache rubbing against her along with his soft lips. Her hands came down to his hair, and she couldn’t decide if she merely wanted to hold him, to let her touch express the feelings she couldn’t put into words, or to keep him in place as she began to move against him. Her body made her decision for her. She heard a satisfied “mm-hmm” coming from Edér and even without looking she could tell, he was smirking up at her. His free hand came to her thigh, his fingers bit into her, not to stop her from grinding, but to spur her on.

‘Fuck, I love you so much,’ the Watcher moaned. Her words echoed in her mind, like a chant to the rhythm of her heart. She loved him. She loved him. She loved him. Her pace was slower than Edér’s but her rhythm followed his, until she lost her sense of time, until she only sensed him as if he was being seared into her soul.

She was being kissed. Slowly, deeply, lazily. Gaura smiled against Edér’s lips. She wrapped her arms around his broad back, her thighs hugged his hips as they gently rolled against her. He wasn’t done with her.

‘I love you too,’ Edér said as he pulled away just far enough to look the Watcher in the eye, just long enough to see her face as he entered her.

Gaura beamed at him. She bit her lip as he pushed further into her, enjoying the feeling of being stretched. Her belly felt hot with arousal again. She pulled Edér down on her, giggling in his ear, that grew louder when he heard the farmer curse in response. Her laughter softened to a melodious moan as he began moving, thrusting into her at a relaxed pace.

‘Love it when you sound like that,’ Edér left a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

‘I love it when you make me sound like that.’

Hearing that, the farmer reached below Gaura and lifted her by her waist slightly. She gasped when she felt the new angle. Each of his movements ignited sparks within her, and soon she found herself clinging to him, moaning his name into his ear. Edér slammed into her hard with a groan as an answer, stealing the Watcher’s breath away.

A moment later, the world seemed to have shifted and Gaura was upright, kneeling at the edge of the bed with Edér, straddling Edér, moving with Edér. He held her with an iron grip, one arm around her shoulder, another around her waist, trying to keep her in place as he kept thrusting into her hard. But even as close as he held her there was just about enough room for her to move still. She rocked against him, meeting him with slight motions of her own and that slight, sweet added friction nearly pushed Edér over the edge. He cursed loudly and the Watcher answered with an adoring laugh. The farmer pulled her down on him hard, turning the last notes of her laughter into a moan. He did love it when she sounded like that, and she did love it when he made her sound like that.

Edér looked up at the Watcher as if he couldn’t bear to look at anything else. Gaura cupped his face, lightly kissed his forehead over and over, whispering against his skin.

‘I needed this, Edér. I… I need you.’

The farmer picked up the pace. It wasn’t long before Gaura felt her senses growing overwhelmed for him again. She couldn’t keep moving, she could only hold him close as she was consumed by the ecstasy he invoked. She heard her name. Edér held her as if he was desperate to lose himself in her and as if she was the only thing that could stop him from doing so. With one last hard thrust he found his release and for a few moments that stretched infinitely he remained as he was: on his knees, holding his beloved.

The Watcher blew a kiss on the farmer’s hair. Edér let out a breathless chuckle at that. He pulled out and lightly shoved Gaura off himself. She gasped, surprised, while he leaned over her, laughing, leaving one sloppy, forceful kiss after the other on the large, glowing crack in the middle of her chest. That got her laughing too. Edér looked up at her at that.

‘I love you.’

Gaura gently caressed his cheek. ‘I love you.’

Edér rolled off her with a groan. For a short while they laid next to each other like that, staring at the ceiling, their legs dangling off the edge of the bed, their silence only being broken by the muffled sounds coming from the other rooms in the brothel.

‘Apology accepted, I take it?’ The Watcher spoke into the empty air. She felt the bed shift next to her and a moment later she felt a broad set of fingers turning her face towards Edér.

‘I wasn’t really mad at you. You know that, right?’ He smiled at her adoringly. ‘Even if there was anything to forgive, I would’ve forgiven you by now.’

Gaura returned his smile. ‘I know.’

‘But if you want I can pretend I’m real angry at you, so that we can stay here a bit longer to work things out,’ he plopped back down on the bed with a sigh. ‘Not really in the mood to climb a mountain, right now.’

The Watcher pushed herself up, chuckling. She let her fingers trace the hair on Edér’s chest. ‘The night is still young.’

‘So… wasting more time here, it is,’ the farmer took her hand and lifted it to his lips. He got up a moment later and hastily slipped on his clothes. ‘Dunno about you, but I’m kinda thirsty,’ he chuckled as he turned around and winked at her. ‘Be back in a minute.’

Edér left as the Watcher sat up and followed him with her gaze.

‘No time is wasted on you,’ she told the closed door.

#wrytinge #oc fic: gaura #pillars of eternity #edér x watcher #edér teylecg #nsf vörk #yeah i did some proofreading but it's long so... if you find anything no you don't

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🍰 to bake my muse’s favorite treat for them (Cassia bringing over baked goods for Jayn or for her to bake them something while they're hanging out together~)

They figured it was time for another girls' day since their shopping trip had been pretty fun. The only problem was, the weather had been crappy for the last week or two, and the forecast wasn't showing anything but rain for the foreseeable future. That meant no trips to the city, because the street would be gross the whole day. So the girls settled on a lazy day inside. They could listen to the music they both liked, rant about Dracula (the current focus of their book club), and...

[Cassia]: Want me to bring lunch?

[Jayn}: Nooo! You don't have to...

[Jayn]: We can make toasted sandwiches! Is that OK?

[Cassia]: 😲😍🥪

[Jayn]: Haha OK 😁

[Cassia]: What about COOKIES?

[Jayn]: *screams* ♥♥♥ shh don't tell the 🥪

So they were going to bake cookies, talk, and then nom their lovely treats. The sandwiches would get made whenever the girls actually got hungry. Jayn politely asked Evelyn to add chocolate chips, oats, and the usual baking ingredients to the grocery list. Mrs. Danvers agreed, on the condition that she get at least two cookies once they're baked. That meant the girls were making twenty cookies.

"Hey!" Jayn cried, ushering Cassia in so she could get out of the cold and the rain. "I hope Ty and Aaron weren't too gross," she said teasingly. The couple had dropped Cass off, since their D&D group had had a short session scheduled that afternoon anyway.

"Nah, they're always cute." The (slightly) shorter of the two shrugged off her wet raincoat, which Jayn took and put in the closet the Danvers had just for...well, guests' coats. That way it had a chance to dry without dripping on anything. "Hey," Cass echoed with a grin, hugging Jayn. It seemed silly to ask how she'd been, since they texted every day they didn't see each other.

"OK, so fill me in!" They both plopped down on a couch so Cassia could tell Jayn the story of the most recent D&D campaign drama. Cass was an excellent storyteller, and Jayn was a great listener, asking questions about the character development and the plot (Jayn didn't need any lore explanation because she'd binged most of the Forgotten Realms wikia). The whole conversation always ended in lots of giggling, especially when the girls started coming up with ridiculous ways the campaign might end. Then, the subject turned to Dracula, which their book club was reading, and to school after that.

"He's just so monotone," Jayn huffed, talking about her boring Freshman Seminar professor, "I have to take notes, and text you guys, and sit on a textbook just to stay awake...ugh. I feel like I'm boring you talking about him. Sorry--"

"Hey, it's OK! Ranting is what best friends are for," Cass assured her. "So: what makes this recipe you found 'The Best Cookie Recipe Ever'?" She wasn't big on sweets herself, but she was happy to bake with Jayn, and excited to see what Evelyn, her dad, and their friends would think of the cookies.

"Alright! Well, the website said they're the best cookies, but I think they are--or, they will be. They have oats in them. And Evelyn got the rich people-kind of stuff, so they're gonna be five-star." With that, the girls jumped up and hurried to the kitchen. Jayn got all the dry ingredients out, since she knew where everything was kept, and Cass got the milk, butter, and baking tools. It wasn't long before there were globs of sugary dough placed on cookie sheets and slid into the waiting oven. "The best part..." Jayn grinned mischievously, holding up the bowl with cookie batter remnants up to the heavens. Cass just snickered at her friend's weirdness. They talked about the movies that were set to come out in a few months while Jayn ate batter off of the wooden spoon they'd used to mix everything.

"I think it's cute. And it's definitely original," Cassia said about The Proposal, "Do you think we can get Pogue and Caleb to see it?"

"Yeah! I mean, Pogue might complain on the way there, but he'll still go, and he probably thinks Sandra Bullock is pretty anyway. Caleb'll say yes because it's a fun thing for the four of us to--ugh." While shoving the spoon in her mouth, a bit of batter had gotten stuck on the corner of Jayn's lips. She set the bowl down and moved towards Cassia, meaning to get to the napkins in the pantry, but her friend stood in her way.

"C'mere..." Cass took half a step forward and carefully wiped off the stray sugar with her thumb. Without thinking, she sucked her thumb clean and hummed at the taste cutely, completely oblivious to how Jayn's eyes were glued on her.

"Cassie." It was barely a whisper, more like a sigh, really, but it was enough. Surprised by the nickname, she looked up in time to see the look on Jayn's face. They went in for a kiss at the same time, both unsure. And then they quickly pulled back. "I'm sorry. I-I shouldn'tve thought you wanted...I'm sorry," Jayn mumbled, on the verge of tears.

Cass was thrown back to when her friend, her ex-girlfriend, had made her look like a perv when they were caught kissing. She touched Jayn's cheek, which made her freeze, and then leaned in for a slower, warmer kiss, before she tried to step back.

"Cassie," Jayn repeated, desperate this time. She gently put her hands on the other girl's waist, only holding her tightly once they kissed again. It was like a practiced dance, how they moved with each other. Well, at first. They parted when they needed to breathe, and then they collided with each other again, Cassia pushing Jayn so her back was against the counter. She bravely nibbled on Jayn's lower lip, which earned her a gasp, and then her hands moved up to feel her friend's breasts.

"Why'd you wear a bra?" she huffed, and they both laughed breathlessly.

"My ass isn't wearing a bra," Jayn retorted, and before Cass could figure out what she meant, she herself was groaning, closing her eyes while kisses were painted down her jaw, down to her collarbone. Proud of her efforts, Jayn paused to nuzzle at a spot there, mumbling something about pretty girls and little freckles. Cassia managed to calm herself enough to take the hint from earlier and squeeze Jayn's ass, which made Jayn whimper and press herself into the other girl. They both laughed gently, exchanging a few lazy kisses before they decided to just stand there, holding each other.

They would've been the best cookies ever even if they were burnt.

@in--somnium

#jkw: thread #in--somnium #thanks for the ask!#I was gonna have them make Pogue's bday cake but I didn't want it to be “forced” into our canon #+ figured Jayn & Cass probably don't realize they're super attracted to each other or at least act on it til at least after the double date #anyway have some rare wholesome Cass x Jayn lol #I have no idea how Cass gets to the Danvers' w/o teleporting or driving but oh well-#gods now I want some scene w/mischievous domme!Cass who teases Jayn & sneaks a hand into her pants--#also yay cookies #just tagging you bc I wrote this late

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Henchman’s Kitten - a cuphead oneshot

This short story is a gift for my friend, @flufflepops. Sorry I took so long to finish it. I tried getting it done before the 3rd season of the show came out, but between my anxiety, my ADHD, and my desire to work on another Cuphead fanfic I have on AO3, that just wasn’t possible. Anyway, hope you enjoy this little oneshot. 😁

One day, in Inkwell City, an open cardboard box marked “Kittens for Sale” was sitting right outside the local pet shop. As the hours passed, nearly every kitten in that box was sold, except for one tiny black kitten. Then, the clouds were getting darker, thunder started rolling in, and the rain began to fall.

Lonely and desperate, the little black kitten meowed and meowed as loudly as she could, hoping someone would hear her cries. Suddenly, a little spoon boy and his fork mother were walking down towards the pet shop, when the spoon boy eagerly rushed over towards the box to get a good look at the kitten.

“Momma, look at this kitty here! Can we buy ‘em?”, the spoon boy said excitedly, but the fork woman looked down at the kitten and shook her head.

“No, sweetheart, that’s a black cat, and you know that your father is very superstitious about black cats in the house.”

And with that, the spoon boy and his mother proceeded to walk by, not even giving the poor kitten a second glance.

The rain started getting even more intense, that the water pressure broke apart the box that was holding the kitten, causing her to flee into the alleyway and find better shelter. Luckily, she managed to find an empty barrel that was already knocked over, and crawled right inside it. Though she was a bit hungry, the little black kitten was far too frightened and exhausted to search for food. So she made herself comfortable inside the barrel and fell fast asleep.

Next morning, the kitten heard what sounded like crackling flames, followed by a loud dinging noise. She slightly peeked her head out of the barrel, and saw a creepy looking elevator, which definitely wasn’t there before. Then, as the doors opened, a short, plump creature dressed in a trench coat and fedora came out of the elevator. Curious, the kitten continued to watch the plump creature, who was now talking to a more skinny looking fellow, whose face was obscured by a scarf and a long pointed hat. The skinny fellow appeared to be holding a box full of junk, which he gave to the plump one.

“There you are, Henchman. The special ingredients, as promised”, said the skinny one.

“Uhhh, gee thanks Jerry!”, Henchman said cheerfully.

“Shh! I told you not to call me by my full name!”, warned Jerry.

“Oh, sorry. Thanks for the stuff”, Henchman said in a more hushed voice.

As Henchman made his way back to the elevator, the kitten panicked in fear of being spotted, and accidentally knocked over a trashcan that was in her way, which immediately caught his attention.

“What?! Hello?! Who’s there?!”, Henchman asked as he frantically looked around the area, but he stopped when he discovered the frightened kitten behind the fallen trash can.

“Oh! Hey, little one! Was that you making that big racket?”, he cooed while reaching out to pet her, but the kitten recoiled in fear, causing him to frown a little.

“Aww, don’t be scared. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

The kitten looked back up at Henchman with her bright blue eyes, and noticed the very warm, sincere smile on his face. He didn’t seem so scary. So, she allowed him to pet her and pick her up, and she meowed in contentment.

“Gee, you’re awfully cute! How’d you like to come home with me? Of course, the boss says I’m not allowed to keep any pets”, Henchman said looking down sadly.

“Oh! I know!”, he said suddenly all perked up, then he tucked the kitten inside his trench coat, and stepped into the elevator.

“There, that’s better. Well, down we go!”, he gleefully said as the elevator doors closed. Then, he pulled down the lever, which took them straight down into the underworld.

Once the doors opened again, the kitten found herself in an underground world full of fire and strange imp-like creatures skittering around the place.

“Here we are, kitty! Home sweet home!”, said Henchman as he hung up his hat on the coat rack. Suddenly, a loud, booming voice began to echo through the halls.

“HENCHMAAAAAAN!!!”

“Uh-oh, I gotta hide ya now!”, Henchman whispered, as he gently pushed the kitten back down in his coat.

“Henchman! Have you brought the stuff I told you to get?”, The Devil said impatiently.

“Yeah, boss. I’ve got all the ingredients needed for your magic potion!”, Henchman said in a singsong voice, while handing him the box.

“Wonderful! See, I knew I could count on you!”, The Devil said happily, while giving Henchman a calm pat on the head, but then he heard a loud purring sound coming from Henchman’s coat.

“Was that a purring noise I heard from your front coat pocket?”, The Devil asked.

“Uhhh, nope. That was my stomach, boss. I’m very hungry right now”, Henchman lied.

“But you just had a sandwich before leaving to get the ingredients.”

“Well, they don’t call me the fat demon for nothing! Anyway, snack time is calling me. Be right back!”

Then, Henchman quickly retreated to his room, where he swiftly took his trench coat off, and gently plopped the little kitten on his bed.

“Phew! That was a close one!”, he said before seating himself right next to the kitten. Then, the kitten came closer to Henchman and purred while rubbing her head against his arm. Henchman couldn’t help but smile at this cute little display of affection, and gently started stroking her back.

“You know, I think you could use a new name, since you’ll be staying here for a while. Now, let me see. Your fur’s all black, so what else is black? Coal? Ash? Smoke?”

Then it hit him, “Hey, I’ve got it! How about…Smokey! You like that?”, and the kitten meowed in approval.

“Alright! Smokey it is then!”

Everything seemed to be okay, until Smokey started nibbling at Henchman’s fingers, then he picked her up.

“What’s wrong, Smokey? Are you hungry?”

Smokey then stared at Henchman with big sad eyes.

“Aww, don’t worry. I’ll go to the imps’ lunchroom to get you some tuna fish, and fix you up a nice saucer of milk too. You just wait right here.”

Smokey continued to sit quietly on the bed, while Henchman tiptoed out of the bedroom, on his way to the imps’ lunchroom. As that was going on, a bat made its way into Henchman’s room, and was flittering right above Smokey’s head. Irritated, Smokey waved her paws at the flying creature, and started chasing it out of the room.

Meanwhile, Henchman was quietly rummaging through the lunchroom fridge, getting that freshly sealed can of tuna he needed for Smokey. Next, he quickly opened the cabinet to grab a small bowl for the milk. Then, just as he was about to poor the milk in, Henchman was suddenly interrupted by a familiarly shrill voice.

“Ahem! Excuse me!!!”

“Oh, uhh, hey Stickler! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I thought to remind you that our lunchtime has passed. What are you doing in the lunchroom at this hour?”

“Uhhh….I was just getting a glass of lemonade for the boss!”

“You came to get him a glass of lemonade, from the imps’ lunchroom?”

“Uhh….Yes. It’s an emergency.”

“Then why is the milk out?”

“Uhh….the milk’s for…his…facial massage!”

Then, Stickler and Henchman were both interrupted by loud, angry meowing.

“Oops! There’s the alarm! Time to get the boss’ bubble bath ready!”, Henchman lied as he sprinted off into the gallery.

“Excuse me, but The Devil’s washroom is in the other direction!”, Stickler nagged, but Henchman was already too far away to hear him.

Once Henchman finally made it to the gallery, he found Smokey atop one of The Devil’s many gold statues of himself. As Smokey pounced from statue to statue, Henchman rushed forward, catching every single one that fell from their pedestal, before continuing to scold the rambunctious kitten.

“Jeepers, Smokey! Why are you trying to make a mess here?! I thought I told you to wait in the bedroom till I bring you something to-”, but Henchman paused mid sentence when he realized there was a bat perched atop The Devil’s favorite bust, straight ahead from where Smokey was. She was ready to pounce again.

“No, Smokey! Please, don’t do it!”, Henchman pleaded, but it was too late. Smokey had made a giant leap of faith before finally landing onto The Devil’s most prized bust, causing it to topple over. Henchman, who still had his hands full, was unable to catch the bust in time, before it hit the ground and smashed into a million pieces.

“WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!”, a familiar voice shouted.

“Oh no!”, Henchman said before grabbing Smokey, and hiding her away in a nearby vase. Then, in an explosion of sparks and purple smoke, The Devil appeared before the now terrified Henchman.

“Uhh, h-h-hi boss”, Henchman stammered, barely waving his fingers at him.

The Devil just ignored Henchman, and casually looked down at the pile of broken bust pieces right in front of him.

“Henchman, who did this?”

“Uhhh….It was me, boss. I was doing some dusting, and I knocked over your bust by mistake, so…I’m sorry.”

“Well, if you wanted to dust the statues in my gallery, all you had to do was ask. You know how I’m very protective of my things”, The Devil said as he tapped his pitchfork on the ground, magically reassembling the bust back together. “And make sure this sort of thing doesn’t happen again. I’d hate to imagine what this place would look like if I didn’t have my pitchfork to fix everything”, he added, before finally exiting the room.

Henchman quickly got back on his feet and shook Smokey out of the vase. Smokey meowed softly and looked up at Henchman with a very guilty look on her face, then he picked her up and carried her back to his room.

“Now, Smokey, I know that you live here now, but that doesn’t mean you should run off and wonder around where the boss could see ya. It’s too dangerous, and you could get hurt!”, Henchman scolded. Then, Smokey just licked the tip of Henchman’s nose, causing the plump purple demon to smile with tears in his eyes.

“D’aww, you’re just the sweetest little thing!”, he cooed. Then he gently placed Smokey back onto his bed.

“HENCHMAN!!! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU?!”, shouted The Devil.

“Coming, boss!”, Henchman called back. Then he looked back at Smokey and said, “I gotta go help the boss now. You be good, okay?”, and Smokey gave him a warm, tender lick on the cheek, before he left to go see what his boss wanted.

Henchman entered the meeting room, where The Devil and the imps were waiting for him.

“Where were you, Henchman? You’re late for the meeting!”, The Devil scolded.

“Uhh, sorry, boss. I had to go to the bathroom”, Henchman lied.

“Well, now that you’re here, let’s discuss my latest plans for collecting our next batch of souls.”

Later, after the meeting was finished, Henchman eagerly headed back to his room to go play with Smokey, when suddenly, he heard a soft purring coming from The Devil’s throne room. He went to investigate the sound, only to find Smokey sitting there, all curled up on The Devil’s throne. Not wanting to cause a scene, Henchman quietly tiptoed over to the throne and began to whisper to the sleeping kitten.

“Smokey, you’re not supposed to sleep there. Get down, before the boss sees ya.”

Smokey started opening her eyelids a little, only to let out a tiny yawn before going back to sleep on the throne. Then, Henchman tried to gently lift her off the throne himself, but he couldn’t do it, because she had already woken up and dug her claws right into the throne’s seat cushion. Worried and frustrated, Henchman continued to pull and pull, until he caused Smokey to accidentally tear open a huge hole in the seat cushion.

Henchman’s jaw dropped wide open, as he stared at the now completely torn up throne with unbridled fear. Now, The Devil was really gonna have a fit.

The sound of The Devil’s soft humming was getting closer and closer, as Henchman began to panic, and frantically hid Smokey beneath the curtains behind the throne.

“Ah, what a day! So busy giving orders to my minions, and tormenting souls! Now I can finally relax and sit on my throne all day”, The Devil said with a content sigh, before opening his eyes to find Henchman sitting on his throne, smiling awkwardly.

“Uhh, Henchman? What are you doing on my throne?”

“Oh! Uhh, I was just….warming up your seat for you, until you got back.”

“You’ve been acting very strange all day. Is there something you’ve been hiding from me?”

“Uhhh….no. Why?”

“Because I’ve known you for over a dozen millennia, and I know you don’t normally behave this way.”

Henchman was begin to sweat rapidly, as The Devil inched closer to him and lifted him up off the throne.

“WAIT BOSS, I CAN EXPLAIN!”, Henchman cried out, but it was too late. The Devil could now see that the seat cushion on his throne was torn to shreds. Henchman could no longer contain himself, and began to sob.

“I’M SORRY, BOSS! You were right, there was something I’ve been hiding from you! I should’ve told you about it sooner!”

“Oh, I already know what it is, Henchman. I also know that it wasn’t you that broke the bust”, The Devil coldly replied.

“Y-You do?”, Henchman whimpered.

“Yes, I do. You were trying to cover up….the fact that we have Hell Termites!”

“Wait, what?”, Henchman said, all confused.

Then, the two demons were interrupted by the shrill screams of King Dice, who came charging into the throne room, all furious, wearing nothing but a fuzzy purple bathrobe and lavender slippers.

“Dice? Is something wrong? Why aren’t you dressed yet?”, said Devil.

“This is why I’m not dressed yet! You see what this is?!”, Dice shouted while holding up a purple suit covered in black fur.

“How on earth did that happen?!”, The Devil asked, all confused.

“Oh, I know how it happened, boss! You think that just because you’re the King of the Underworld, you can suddenly waltz into my room and shed your fur all over my stuff?!”, Dice said angrily.

“What?! I didn’t do that!”, said Devil, as he increasingly became more offended.

“You think this is funny? Do you think my career is some kind of joke?”, Dice asked viciously.

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?!”, Devil shouted.

“Well, do you see anyone else around here that has thick black fur?”, Dice retorted.

“OH, SO YOU ARE CALLING ME A LIAR THEN! WELL HOW ABOUT I TURN YOU INTO A PILE OF ASH?!!”, The Devil screamed as he was getting ready to annihilate Dice with his pitchfork.

“STOP!!!”, Henchman cried as he stood between Dice and Devil. “Boss, please don’t destroy Mr. King Dice, and Dice, please don’t be mad at the boss. He didn’t ruin your suit, but I know who really did.”

“Who?”, they both asked. And right as Henchman was about to tell them the truth, a sweet little meow was heard nearby, and the three of them looked down to find Smokey purring and rubbing herself against Henchman.

“Is that a cat?”, Dice asked, pointing down at the tiny animal.

Henchman looked down at his feet with a guilty look and said, “Yeah, this is Smokey. I’m sorry for not telling you about her, boss. I know you don’t allow pets in The Underworld, but when I found her, she was all alone and looked so sad. I just wanted to give her a good home. Please don’t make me get rid of her.”

The Devil leaned forward to pick up Smokey, and said, “Are you kidding? This is wonderful, Henchman!”

“It is?”, Dice said with a baffled expression.

“Yes, don’t you see? It’s a black cat, and black cats are known for spreading chaos and bad luck for mortals!”

“So, does this mean we can keep her?”, Henchman asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Of course”, Devil gladly said. Then Smokey jumped right into Henchman’s arms, and nuzzled her face against his.

“Aww, thanks boss!”

#the cuphead show #oneshot #henchman #cuphead henchman #henchman cuphead #I just thought this would be really fun to write since Henchman’s one of my favorite characters from that series #king dice #cuphead the devil #the devil (cuphead)#cuphead devil

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