#start playing lean on me in the bg

[breezy-cheezy]

Sometimes, someone will reach out to help you, someone you’d least expect...

First of these is a sketch my friend @forwantofacalling did after a mutual brain rot....I lined and colored and screamed at it, and here we are :> Jamil and Azul are friends ok it’s rocky but they are-

Annnnd second one is inspired by my friend @insertsomthinawesome ‘s art, specifically this piece! Vil was the third character in her training camp so I raised my little hand like “what if” so!! (Also did you know cats purr to help healing? Comfort?? Leona caught purring to help a cub Riddle, Vil’s not sure what to do with that info LMAO)

Please don’t tag with any pairing tags, all of these pieces are platonic in intent. Thanks!

[echo-rambles]

yours to keep

words: 1,728 tags: bang chan x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, kissing, attempt at humor. mentions of marriage. vague adhd!reader. notes: this is filled with nothing but fluff. tooth rotting fluff almost. I was feeling so incredibly soft for chan and I just had to get this out of my system. also the movie playing in the bg is absolutely kiki's delivery service.

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You’ve refreshed the same three social media apps at least four different times each, falling into an incredibly boring spiral of doom scrolling, before you remember that if you’re bored enough you always have a boyfriend you can bother. It’s one of your favorite activities actually. Because he’s such a good sport about it. 

Shifting closer to him on the couch, you perch your chin on his shoulder, pressing close. He immediately leans into your touch, making a small little noise at your proximity. It makes your heart melt a little. 

For a few moments you silently watch him work. Clicking about on his laptop, pulling up various recording and editing programs, adding in and taking out bits of audio. You wonder what the track sounds like, but Chan has his big headphones secured to his head, so all you can do right now is imagine. 

It’s not completely silent. There’s a Studio Ghibli movie playing in the background that neither of you are watching, volume low enough to be nothing but white noise because you kind of extremely hate when there’s long stretches of absolutely no noise. It’s this weird thing your brain does; where it sort of feels all fuzzy and prickly if things are quiet for too long. 

Gently, you push one side of his headphones away from the ear closest to you. “Baby.” 

Chan hums in acknowledgement, but his attention is still focused entirely on his laptop. 

You’d be more annoyed if you weren’t so used to it by now. It’s kind of his job to be attached to it any second of the day that he’s not either preparing to perform or actively performing. Besides, you’re both sitting together and quietly enjoying each other's company while doing your own things and it’s kind of perfect. Except the thing you were working on has steadily lost your attention and now you want to ask your boyfriend a very important question. 

“On a scale of 1-10, how busy are you?” That’s not the question. It’s one of many lead up questions to accurately gauge how invested Chan is in his current project and how easy it will be to distract him. 

Another hum, and you watch his cursor rifle around in several different lists and menus. “Maybe a 6.7? Even 6 if I can find the specific snare I’m looking for in the next few minutes.” 

Below a 7 is promising. “So you can totally pause what you’re doing and give me like, five minutes?” 

Chan clicks around some more, and you recognize a little bit of what he’s doing. Going through the process of saving his progress before shutting his laptop entirely. “Actually, I can give you ten minutes.”

“You’re so generous.” You absolutely take that as your cue to crawl into his lap, taking the place of his computer as he places it somewhere safe off to the side. 

“I think I’ve been staring at the screen too long, my eyes are starting to rebel.” He groans, tipping his head back and scrubbing his palms over his face. 

Of course you still have that very important question to ask him, but he looks so soft and touchable and you really can’t help yourself. Moving his hands away, you lean in, pressing kisses to both of his cheeks, under each eye. To the tip of his nose, and even kissing his dimple when you feel him smile under your mouth. Using your hands to tilt his face, you kiss each side of his jaw. You move back up, placing a kiss to the curve of his forehead. 

Finally, finally, you kiss his mouth. He’s still smiling, but he kisses back happily. 

“Feel better?” 

He nods, eyes still closed. “I think your kisses might be magic.”

“Oh, they absolutely are.” You kiss him again simply because you can. It’s the sort of kiss that makes your bones all liquid and warm. A kiss you can feel in the roots of your teeth and the hinges of your jaw. It makes your stomach flutter, filled to the brim with colorful wings. 

It’s the type of kiss that almost makes you forget the question you wanted to ask him. 

“I actually have a very important question for you.” You declare, placing your hands firmly on his shoulders to try and keep him at arm's length. Lest you be drawn back into that mouth of his. 

Blinking up at you, breathing heavily and gaze a little dizzy, Chan nods. He mirrors the gesture, anchoring his hands at your hips. “Lay it on me, boss.” 

Settling into his lap, you try to ignore how stupidly wrecked he looks. You want to dive back in so badly, but you must stay strong, soldier. 

“If, for some unknown reason, you had to leave me to be with someone else, who would you choose?” 

That, at least, seems to sober him. Instead of looking soft and kiss-drunk, he comes back to himself, the gears behind his eyes starting to turn and grind together as he processes your insane question. 

You like to ask him things like this from time to time. Completely unprompted but thought provoking questions, because they really do feel important. You like to know these things. Not in a paranoid jealous sort of way. It’s all genuine curiosity. You just like to know.

“What kind of question is that? I don’t know. I can’t say I’ve ever thought about leaving you, or being with anyone else.” 

“That is the sweetest sentiment and I need you to know I’m feeling very warm and mushy over it, but it’s also incredibly boring.” 

“Wow, ok. I don’t know! Who would you choose?” He tries to throw the question back at you, but you’re ready. Of course you are; why would you even ask the question without having an answer of your own? 

“Changbin.”

It makes Chan laugh. It knocks its way out of him, causing him to lean to the side just a little bit with the force of it. “No hesitation!”

“No hesitation needed. He’s Seo Changbin.” 

Chan is still laughing. Little giggles as he nods along to your declaration. His fingers press into your waist, slipping between the hem of your shirt and your sweatpants, skin seeking skin. 

He didn’t ask for an explanation, but you have one. Because of course you do. “He’s the type of guy who would probably introduce himself as my boyfriend. Like, he’s the famous one, but I’m not his girlfriend. He’s my boyfriend. Does that make sense?”

“I hate to agree, but it absolutely does.”

“Right! Unfortunately I’m stuck with you.” You ignore his breathy wow, drawn out as he tries his best to not laugh again. “Because you’re the only person who plays into my jokes in the exact way that I enjoy.” 

You make sure to punctuate your explanation with a pout and shrug, truly playing into being overdramatic. Teasing him because it’s fun and easy and all he really does is smile so wide at you. The things you would do for that smile. 

He leans forward, close enough to place a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before he’s settling back into his seat. “Aw, I love you too.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m stupidly in love with you. It’s whatever.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Though,” You start, thoughtfully. “If I had to choose someone to get drunk married to in Vegas, I’d 100% no questions asked, pick Lino.”

Chan leans forward once again, into your space. The tilt of his brow and the line of his mouth spell out genuine concern, and it makes your insides twist up for the briefest of seconds. “Wait, what? Not me? But babe, I want to drunk marry you in Vegas so bad.” 

Ok, that makes you laugh. The weird little guilty knot immediately dissolves at his incredulous tone. “Absolutely not! We’re never getting drunk married in Vegas by some celebrity impersonator. Are you crazy?”

Well now he’s frowning. It makes you want to wrap him up in your arms and never let him go. Tuck him away safely in a spot behind your ribs, where no one can get to him and nothing can hurt him.

You’re smaller than him, not only because you’re shorter by a good few inches, but also in sheer mass and bulk. But you’d try your best. It’s probably a little morbid, and he’d absolutely give you a look if you ever mentioned it out loud. But it’s true nonetheless. 

You’d crack yourself open and rearrange everything if it meant you could fit him perfectly in the space next to your heart. 

Cradling his face in your hands, you make sure that he’s listening, tipping your head to meet his eyes and smoothing your thumb along the swell of his bottom lip. “We’d get sober married, on a beach or something, by one of our very good friends that got their license online!” 

Without missing a beat, Chan is nodding. “Seungmin.” 

“No question. He’d show up with a print out certificate from Ordained.com that he managed to get the night before.”

Chan’s eyes disappear as he laughs, and you press both of your thumbs into the apples of his cheeks as his smile transforms his face. There’s always something about the way Chan smiles that is contagious. Without fail you can’t help but smile too, scrunching up your nose and feeling your heart overflow with love. 

The things you would do for that smile. 

“Hold on. Did you just propose to me?” Chan asks, once his laughter has trickled off into intermittent giggling. You’re still holding his face, and his fingers have fully migrated up under your top to spread out along our back. 

You scoff, shaking your head. “No. We’re too young and you’re too busy for us to be married. Hell no. If anything I pre-proposed to you.”

“Aw, well I accept.”

“Good. We’d have a problem if you didn’t.” 

It’s his turn to pull you into a kiss. Both of your smiles pressing against each other. 

The credits of the movie neither of you were watching have started rolling, the familiar music washing over the both of you, and you could really spend the rest of the night here with him. The rest of the weekend. Maybe even the rest of your lives, some day.

[myysaints]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞 — r. lupin

REMUS LUPIN x f!reader

⌗︙・ summary — months after graduating from hogwarts, you and the gang - remus, james, sirius, and lily - reunite for some drinks and a good time. but didn't you know? not-so-drunk words are still sober thoughts...

based on — “Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.” (dm for creds! i forgot sorry)

contains — pining!!!, remus and reader are blind to each other's affection, siri and james are drunk in the bg lol, awkwardness, fluff ending

notes — i love remus with all my heart. i missed writing for him sm!

“MY MONEY’S ON Potter,” you grin, watching as James drunkenly leans against Lily’s shoulder, his fingers dancing across her palms. The redhead gazes down at him fondly.

“Well, I personally think it’ll be Padfoot.”

From across the table, Remus smiles, head lowered to meet yours, a conniving smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow, failing to force down a grin.

“Sirius? Really? The man can hold his rum, you of all people should know that, Remus.”

He shrugs, smiling and leaning back against his seat. His arm raises to take a swig of his Butterbeer, and you watch, mildly transfixed, as the muscles in his shoulders ripple.

“Still. He’s got a weak stomach, the idiot; For all the alcohol he drinks, he seems to spew out three times the amount.”

Remus tilts his head back, a flushed smile on his face. Your heart stumbles a little.

“He’ll be the first to the bathroom, I assure you.”

The comment has you snapping out of your daze, and you laugh breathily, shaking your head as you turn to watch Sirius dance - rather, stumble - to the music playing.

“Betting on which of our friends throws up first.” You smirk, taking a sip of your own drink. “‘S this what our friendship’s come to, Remmy?”

It’s a Friday night, and the group - you, Lily, the Marauders - are at your local pub. It’s a much needed break away from the tedious chore of adult life; You’re just a few months shy from a year out of Hogwarts, and you’d be lying if you said things haven’t been tough.

“Well then,” Remus says, grabbing your hand. There’s a pink flush on his face that tells you he’s a swig away from tipsy. And he does usually get touchy as the night progresses. “Tell me. How’ve you been, love?”

Your cheeks immediately heat, and you swat your hand away with a playful scoff.

“Told ‘ya to stop calling me that,” you murmur, suddenly feeling immensely shy. You’ve never done well with being alone with Remus; Being the only object of his attention has your stomach erupting into butterflies and tingles and all that.

Love.

He merely grins, chuckling. “Sorry, sorry. You know how cute y’get when you’re angry.”

Remus would never admit it aloud, the embarrassment alone would kill him, but the way your cheeks flame, the way you immediately duck your head, a shy smile peeking through: It makes him proud that he’s the source of your reaction.

9 months away from you, and you still manage to make him feel as giddily in love as he was when you first met.

Hogwarts that day was particularly lonely for Remus; The rest of the Marauders were off doing Merlin knows what, most likely formulating some ragtag plot to prank one of the professors again. Remus, on the other hand, had homework to do - Unlike some people, he liked to make a conscious effort not to get expelled.

So there he was, alone in the library, surrounded by books. Really, it was all he needed, all he should have needed. But as he watched a nearby couple giggle at each other over a stack of books, he suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.

Of heartache.

“Erm, ‘scuse me.”

Remus started, glancing up. And there you were.

Standing before him under the faint shine of a lamp, glowing like the angel you were. A soft smile gracing your features, head tilted to the side.

He finds himself suddenly at a loss for words, stumbling over himself as he stutters out, “I- Yes, er - pardon the mess - can I help you?”

You chuckle, and Remus wracks his brain trying to think what on Earth was so funny. But you just give another small smile that sends his heart racing, and gesture towards the seat beside him.

“Is this seat taken?” you whisper.

Immediately, as if on its own accord, his head is shaking. Fervently.

It’s almost embarrassing, really, how eager Remus is. He is acutely aware of just how uncontrollably forward he’s being - His hands have instinctively drawn up a chair for you, and they’re now clearing a space for you.

You flash him a smile - brilliant, dazzling - and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

Trying to recover some semblance of politeness, he returns back to his books while you set up your things, but, oh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots you pull out a beaten up copy of what just happens to be his favourite book.

Feeling his gaze on you, you flush, looking up to catch his eye.

This sends him in a tizzy, a flustered mess. But you don’t seem to mind, even quirking up your lips into an amused smile.

“Is there something on my face?” you muse, teasing.

Heat sears through his cheeks, his face red. “No! I just… I was admiring your book,” he gestures wildly to said book.

“This old thing?” you raise a brow, shrugging. You turn to him, a gleam in your eye. “Why, have you read it?”

A smile breaks across Remus’s face, and it tells you everything you need to know.

You two are going to get along just fine.

A sudden realisation hits you, in this moment, seated across from Remus in this dingy bar.

Time is not on your side. Truthfully, it never really was; But now, it is your greatest adversary. Gone are the opportunities to catch him momentarily in the Hogwarts corridors. Your shared peaceful study sessions are no more. Both of you have busy schedules, and catch-ups are sparse.

You fear you may lose him forever.

“I missed you, y’know that, right, love?”

You raise your head, surprised to find a sudden tenderness in Remus’ gaze.

Something in your voice breaks as you say, quietly, “Really?”

And Remus feels it in his heart too - The slight crack that wedges in his chest, the feeble cry of your name that bubbles up in his throat. He coughs, face aflame, and brushes past it.

“Yeah. Mean, ‘course I did. Missed all of ya - the guys and Lily and all that.”

Your heart sinks. Of course. He doesn’t miss you in particular - It was foolish of you to think, even for a second, that you’d be special in his eyes.

Years and years of pining, days spent trying to talk yourself out of this silly crush, nights ranting to Lily about how “stupid this is! This is just so stupid!”. All that, and for what?

You nod tersely. A silence lapses between you two, the tension so thick it feels as if you’re suffocating under the weight of it.

Remus frowns at the way you sit stiffly, strangely stoic and quiet opposite him. The look in your eyes - just moments ago, alight with glee and mirth - has deflated into something sullen. Defeated.

“Hey,” he reaches towards you. You look down at his hand - familiar and comforting - stretched towards you over the table. His thumb skims over your knuckles, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you. But you don’t dare to look back up at him.

“What’s the matter? You’ve gone all quiet,” he says worriedly.

You shake your head, tersely.

A hand reaches to tilt your head up; You swat it away, harmlessly, but can’t stop the slight smile that breaks across your face at the ticklish feeling.

He grins, and now his head tilts to the side, observing you as you try to recompose your face. Again, he reaches out to touch you - this time, a bop on the nose.

“Remus,” you huff, unable to stop the slight chuckle that escapes you. “What in the name of Merlin are you doing?”

The smile on his face, so warm and true, makes you stop.

“Jus’ wanted to see you smile,” he grazes a thumb over your cheek, and you feel clammy all over.

“Stop that,” you murmur, still, not pulling away.

A playful grin makes its way across Remus’s face. He leans over - the tall bastard - and cups your face. His hands are warm against your skin, and you pray they hide the sudden heat that rushes to your cheeks.

“Please, stop smiling at me like that. I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut.

There’s a shuffling noise, and Remus’s hands are retracting. You keep your eyes screwed tightly shut, feeling your own resolve crumbling as you feel a warm body press against your side.

“Love,” Remus whispers, his breath hot on the side of your neck. A shudder ripples through your body.

You shake your head, eyes still shut.

“Love,” he says again, slower, softer this time. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

Your heart stops.

When you open your eyes, your breath hitches - You’re so close, so unbearably close to the lycanthrope it makes your heart burn. You blink rapidly, trying your best to look anywhere, anywhere, except into his eyes.

The slightest smirk makes its way across his face, and then his fingers are on your chin, gently manoeuvring your head around to face his.

All you can manage is a breathless, “Oh.”

He laughs, loud, hearty. And then a soft blush settles across his cheeks.

“Oh.”

You stay like this for a moment longer, the two of you; Remus’s fingers resting lightly on your face, you blushing madly. Entangled in each other’s existence.

He's the first to break the silence: “Are you gonna let me kiss you, love?”

This time, you can’t stop the smile on your face.

But the one on his face when you kiss him is a thousand times better.

[bekaroth-reads]

Astarion x Reader

[I’ve finally gotten some time to play the full version of BG 3, unfortunately not enough to get past what was available in the early release versions. Hopeful to write more characters when I run into them. For the time being, though, I’m more than happy to show love for everyone’s favorite vampire. Technically a x reader, but also sort of for x Tav too. Not proof read, my tablet’s about to die and I want to get this up, lol]

The rain was steadily coming down. It wasn’t flood levels or anything drastic like that, but there was enough that you didn’t want to go out unless you absolutely had to. You were thankful that the tent you had gotten ended up being a nicer one that kept all of the water out. You weren’t the only one thankful for that either.

Astarion, seeing how clouded over the sky was, refused to budge an inch. The others in the group wanted to keep going, not finding a chance of rain a good reason to stall progress, especially seeing as the next town was only about a day or so away. You had volunteered to stay back with him, using the excuse that you didn’t think anyone in the group should be left alone. In all honesty, you didn’t feel like being caught in the rain either.

It seemed like you made the right call too. You were wondering if you had been overly cautious like the others thought, but once things started to pick up you were glad you weren’t either trying to rush the rest of the way to the town or setting up tents in the rain.

Your vampiric traveling partner had himself sat snuggly in the tent, not risking getting caught in too much water moving too quickly. While Astarion did have a tent of his own, the one that you had gotten was more waterproof, so he insisted that he be allowed to stay in it. You didn’t have too much of a problem with that as there was enough room in the tent for both of you.

Or at least you didn’t think you did. Now that you were out here in the rain checking on the pikes that were holding the tent down while he was comfortable and dry inside, you were starting to think you weren’t too much better off than everyone else. Finally, after walking around the tent to make sure everything was still tightly fastened down, you finally went back inside.

“Oh, for-“ Astarion exclaimed as you opened the tent, “Close the bloody door!”

“The door?” You question as you take off your boots and your cloak off at the front of the tent.

“You know what I mean.” He huffed out and lounged back onto his bedroll. “I’m mean, really! I knew you could be dense but I didn’t think it was that bad-“

Astarion gave a comical, “oof,” when you threw your wet cloak onto his face.

When he pulled it from his face, his red eyes seemed to burn; you couldn’t quite tell with what emotion, but you did know something was coming.

It turned out that something was him as in a flash he had tossed the cloak aside, and pulled you down to the ground.

“Just like when we first met. What happy memories~” Astarion purred darkly as he held you down.

“I distinctly remember there being a knife involved.” You pointed out at the lack of things pointed at you.

“Mmm, you would remember that delicious, little detail. Should’ve known you were the type to enjoy that sort of thing.”

You swallowed at the lump in your throat, trying not to give him any indication that you were at all affected. You went to retort, but Astarion was quick to stop it.

“Shh, shh, shh, shh- Hush. Don’t even think about lying to me. In fact,” his hand moved up to cover your mouth, “how about you don’t speak at all. If you really want to feel something sharp of mine against your throat, duckling~”

Astarion leaned closer, grinned so that his pearly, white fangs peeked out from his lips, and hummed, “I’ve got the perfect, little tools right here.”

There was a slight gasp from his mouth when he opened it wide enough to properly bare his fangs that seemed to magically draw one from you. The chill from his skin sent a shiver down your spine as his cheek brushed against your jaw. His lips brushed against your neck-

-and his index finger moved up from your mouth to your nose, gave it a tap, and giggled a mischievous, “Honk,” into your neck.

Astarion leaned back to sit up and squished your cheeks. “Oh, you should see your face. Absolutely priceless.” He snickered.

Astarion groaned and leaned back onto his elbows, “Listen, I gave something a chance and it didn’t pan out.”

You shooed his hand away from your face and moved over to your bed roll and rolled your eyes. “Sure, if you say so…” then something struck you as you smirked yourself, “Duckling.”

He brushed his fingers through his mess of white curls, but stopped part way as he came to his own realization. “Or… perhaps it worked better than your letting on. It seems memorable at least.”

“Well, so was that dinner we had a few nights ago, but that doesn’t mean it’s good.” You retort.

“Fair enough.”

There was a spell of silence between the two of you with nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the tent with the occasional rumble of distant thunder. It was broken when Astarion gave a drawn out, dramatic whine.

You lied down on your bedroll and acted like you didn’t notice him staring at you. “Well, it seemed like someone should have taken the opportunity when he had it earlier.”

“Speaking of dinner,” he turned to look at you, his garnet eyes reflecting his hunger, “I’m positively famished.”

Astarion moved so that he was closer to you; while technically leaning over you again, it was more playful than predatory. He ran his hand under your chin to catch your attention and turn your head to look at him. “You have no idea how tempted I was to do so.” He sighed.

“Careful, or I might start to think your getting attached to me.” You teased, but there was not bite to it.

Astarion chuckled, a mostly light chuckle with a twinge of a bitter aftertaste. “Don’t get too cocky. I’m never more than friendly acquaintance with anyone.” He pinched your cheek and gave it a little shake. “Even you, my little duckling.”

It seemed that the two of you had quickly formed an inside joke from his attempts at a pet name.

Still not to be completely overcome by his charms, you pushed back with, “Of course. That’s why you were so eager to be so close to me a bit ago.”

“A tactical maneuver.” He brushed it off.

“And, have been flirting with me.”

“What’s a little flirting between friend—ly acquaintances.” He cleared his throat to try and act like he didn’t almost slip up and show attachment.

“And, why you’ve been wanting to bite me the whole evening.”

“And, still do.” He rolled so he was once again pinning you, propping himself up on his arms so he could still look you in the eyes, his usual, suave demeanor making its return.

You instinctively placed your hand on the crook of his neck, which he adored in the secrecy of his own mind. Astarion was more than pleased that he seemed to have flustered you into silence as he brushed his cheek against yours, and whispered, his fang brushing against your ear,

“Now, be good and indulge me in a friendly, little,”

His lips moved to your hammering, stuttering pulse point as he purred,

“Nibble~”

[onlyuzu]

omg I've literally never found a male reader page that writes for TXT and sub readers... you're a blessing to humanity!!

can i request a taehyun x male reader soft smut where his boyfriend is really overworked and stressed out so tyun helps him de stress a little? it's fine if you don't wanna write it lol have a nice day <3

stress free ! | taehyun

soft dom taehyun x sub reader

contains. soft sex, blow job (sub receiving), cheesy romance, pretty sure that's it. lmk if I added something else

a/n. hello anon!! I really hope this turns out how you wanted. I also wanted to add that I write for almost everybody! if I stan the bg I can write for them !

you groan in frustration, placing your pointer and thumb on the bride of your nose. your boss had just brought you another full stack of paper work to fill out an due, even though you were supposed to be getting off in 5 minutes.

you scrunch up your face pushing down tears it's not that you were sad, but you were just so stressed. Recently a lot had been pushed on your shoulders at work and with your family.

you pick up your phone then pressing taehyun contact. "hey baby, I'm gonna get home late tonight. my boss gave me more work and ordered me to do it now I'm sorry.." you spoke in almost a whisper as you were so exhausted. "y/n it's okay!! just call me on your way home. okay?" you agree before hanging up the phone.

you finally burst through the door of your home. right at the door you are met with taehyun who gives you a soft kiss as a welcome home. "please let me help you destress. don't say you're fine because I know you're very stressed so let me help." taehyun spoke gently wrapping his arms around your hips.

you smiled at him softly "fire away." you responded plopping down onto the couch. taehyun smiled skipping off to the bathroom grabbing some your cbd massage oil.

taehyun placed himself on the couch behind you. he gently undid your suits tie , slipping off your shirt. he then squeezed some of the oil into his hands warming it up before attacking your stiff neck muscles.

you groaned in pain and pleasure, taehyun made small circles up and down your neck and shoulders. drawling lines with his thumbs loosening up your muscles. taehyun lightly started to kiss your neck ignoring the fact you still had oil on your skin.

"taehyun don't do this to me please just give me more already." you pleaded with him your breath a little heavy. taehyun listened and followed your instructions instantly. he positioned himself on the floor in front of you "order me around, I want to help you relief your stress." taehyun spoke firmly

"blow me." you responded, taehyun following your instructions. he undid your belt , slipping off your dress pants. you felt your heart beat slowly rise as taehyun continued to make advancements. the closer he got to your cock the harder your heart would beat.

taehyun took you into his mouth fully, slowly gliding up and down on your cock. he'd twirl and twist his tongue around your entire length humming softly to give you more pleasure.

this was almost too much for you to take usually you were the one blowing him not the other way around. but either way this act immediately made you slip into a sub mindset. your hips trembled and shook the quicker he bobbed his head.

you glanced down at taehyun nearly cumming at the sight. his blonde hair was perfectly layered in front of his eyes , you leaned your head back covering your mouth before moaning loudly. you couldn't help but buck your hips up into his mouth slowly becoming a whinnying mess. taehyun placed his hands onto your hips holding them down firmly taking a little bit more control of the situation. your hips pushed against his hands as you came into his mouth.

taehyun took a hard swallow before leaning up and kissing you gently. his hands floated to the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and playing with your hair as he kissed you. "you're so perfect y/n." he whispered softly after breaking the kiss. as you slowly came back down from your high you felt more calm and reliefed.

"you know I think that actually helped me a lot. we should do that more often." you spoke smiling as you finally felt so calm.

"someone's happy today." your coworkers spoke. you chuckled softly "Let's just say I had a stress reliving night." you smiled looking down into your coffee stirring it. "what ???" your coworker questioned, you couldn't help but laugh at your clueless coworker

the end !! I really hope that was satisfactory!!

[boba-beom]

for the mini blurb,,,!!

bestfriend!bg x gn!reader ❥ warning(s): beomgyu flirting (cliche hehe), reader receiving a lot of compliments, both have crushes on each other without knowing, a lot of skinship, a little guitar terms here and there, not proofread ❥ genre: fluff, drabble ❥ wc: 927

friday nights were usually for you to get under the sheets of your duvet and ambient lighting from putting on your favourite sitcom on netflix as well as your fairy lights. however, beomgyu had called you to come over to his place since he's been wanting to hang out with you for some time now.

you wouldn't turn down the invite if that meant you could change up your friday night plans, but that also meant you get to hear beomgyu play his guitar for the meantime.

now you're in his room sitting on his bed as you're cuddling his ryan plush toy while he's on the sofa across you playing you a few songs and a riff he came up with on his electric guitar.

you're so fascinated by the way his fingers move along the neck of the guitar, changing the chords to produce such beautiful rhythms, and the other hand skilled with his fingers plucking specific strings.

"hey gyu, how long did you say you've been playing the guitar for?" you tilt your head to the side and he looks across over at you with a gentle smile crawling up his lips.

"I think it was around middle school. my dad taught me the basics and then I continued to teach myself. I played a few times in a band for school, but now I just like to write my own songs." he replied, almost reminiscing the good times.

you let out a long hum in response to his answer, intrigued by the thought that he's still playing the guitar after all these years.

"why'd you ask?" he places his instrument in its stand and pats the space beside him, beckoning you sit closer. and you do.

"no reason," you say, shrugging your shoulders as you sit cross legged.

"want me to teach you the easy chords? I know you don't play instruments but I have a feeling you could catch on pretty quickly." he picks up his guitar to place it onto your lap, gently lifting your hands to position them accordingly.

"I mean, I've always wanted to try but I don't think music is my strong suit."

"anything works if you put your mind to it, yn." he sits back beside you, enveloping one arm around you and placing his fingers over yours and moving them to the first easy chord. his other hand is unknowingly resting on your waist, and you were comfortable with that.

being within such close proximity is part of your norm when it comes to you and beomgyu. you always greet each other with hugs; when you're out and about you sometimes link your arm with his, and he lets you borrow his hoodies, even his favourite ones.

your friendship has been at a comfortable level for the both of you, but your crush on him hasn't hindered. you're okay with staying friends if that means you won't ruin this friendship and won't lose him.

"if you place your fingers like this," he starts, adjusting the placement of your fingers. "you almost create a cascading effect and that's the c chord." he simply explains. his voice was soft by your ear, and you'd be lying if you said that didn't give you goosebumps.

what you don't know is that it's taking everything in him to not lean his chin on your shoulder as he looks over to help you.

"so the next chord is an f. you can add your pinky to this place here," he says as he taps on your pinky and the position it should move to. you strum after you successfully play the chord clearly. "there's another way, it's a bar chord though. do you want to try?"

you nod your head in tiny movements, and beomgyu finally rests his chin on your shoulder as he carefully explains the difficult variation of the chord. his face is so close to yours, both your cheeks are almost pressed against each other.

you're so fixed on listening to his instructions and relaxed in his hold, you naturally end up tilting your head so your temple taps his. the both of you don't move your heads, just taking in this small gesture.

"you managed to play this version of the f chord too, you're a natural." he compliments you.

"I mean, I learnt from the best." you chuckle when he denies it, softly nudging your head as you continue going back and forth with the kudos.

"hmm," he hums, as he looks over at his digital clock at his desk.

"what're you thinking about now?"

"I just realised how late it is. you want to stay over or do you want me to drop you home?" he picks up his guitar, having both your fingers brushing against each other, and he puts it away again.

"I mean, I'm already here, and it is really late. but is that really okay with you?" you look up at him with your head tilted and brows closely knitted together.

"I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't." he had a point. "come on, I know this is extremely late for you on a friday night. and don't worry, I'll put a pillow between us if you want." he sends you a playful wink as he searches for another one of his hoodies for you to borrow, knowing just how much you love wearing them.

"thank you, gyu. I had fun this evening. I'm so lucky to have you." your smile meets the back of his head, not knowing if he heard the last part.

but he did. and if only you could see the soft smile on his lips because of you.

© boba-beom ; all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, alter or translate in any way or platform.

[lumilasi]

Finished this. When I don't have BG ideas, I tend to start playing around with colors like this. I did grab the palette from the OG version. (Original version here, warning its VERY old and it shows lmao)

Also apparently I'd written down the scene this is from into the OG drawing too, but the thing is, due to my revamping of this fic in 2020, I probably reworded that scene as well so I had to go and find it anyway lol. Thankfully the original piece at least says which chapter it was from.

From chapter 18 of Reanimate:

Tenko woke up to the noise of his window opening.

He looks up groggily, finding Dabi standing on his room as usual. He sighs and slumps down closing his eyes and throwing an arm over his eyes.

"..Is this revenge for waking you up so ’early?”

"No, but now that you said it...”

Dabi chuckles and plops beside him, prying the arm away from Tenko’s eyes, gaining a pouty look as a response. The red eyes turn concerned soon however, as a spots the hint of unease in the glowing eyes.

"What’s the matter?”

He asks, shifting to his side and brushing three fingers over his stitched cheek. Dabi remains quiet for a while, just examining his face closely. He was clearly thinking of something sappy again, but for once Tenko didn’t call him out on it, not when he looked a bit spooked by something.

"It’s probably nothing, I just...I’ve been feelin’ a lil under the weather today.”

"What? You got a flu or something? Can walking candles like you get a flu?”

Tenko asks and jokingly places the three fingers against his forehead, gaining a chuckle from his boyfriend, who grasps the fingers and kisses them gently. It was brave, most who knew his quirk wouldn’t touch his hands so easily, but Dabi wasn’t most people.

"Nah, just....I’m guessing I’m still a lil’ weirded out about the park thing. I don’t usually go to that direction, even when drunk.”

"Yeah it was weird. Then again you just saw Shoto, so maybe your drunk brain wanted to go see him.”

Dabi shrugs, not knowing whenever that was true or not. He then pauses and contemplates on something for a moment, long enough for Tenko’s worry to return.

"Really, what is it?”

"Ah...I just...I actually saw Shoto today too, and he told me something about that morning that kinda creeped me out.”

"Huh?”

"He said...he said there was something weird about my eyes. He didn’t outright say it, but I could tell whatever he saw then scared him. Now, I don’t care if I freak out coupla punks on the street or so, but I’d....I don’t want Shoto to be scared of me, ever.”

He huffs that all out in one breath, and once he’s done, he rolls to his back and rubs his eyes, cursing under his breath. Tenko waits for a moment, then shifts to rest on top of him, and Dabi instantly places his arms around his boyfriend, hand resting on his lower back.

"I don’t think he was. He probably just imagined things, with how it was dark and all. You do look spooky in pitch blackness. Remember that time you scared Spinner shitless when lights went out due to a storm?”

Tenko pokes his forehead with a finger, and Dabi let’s out a chuckle, lifting a hand to mingle it into the light blue hair. It was always so soft to touch, he couldn’t stop doing it every time he saw this often angry, sometimes playful and always gorgeous mophead.

"Yeah, he almost smacked me thinkin’ I was a ghost or something. It ain’t my fault he’s a lil bitch that gets scared easily.”

Tenko hums, leaning his head against his palm - pinkie not touching of course - and Dabi nearly had a heart attack at that moment. His mophead was so damn pretty, especially with the light from the window behind them forming a halo around his delicately colored hair.

"Dabi. Stop with the sap.”

"Why do you keep whining about it when you clearly like it?”

"It’s a matter of principle, scarecrow.”

The fire user laughs at that, feeling his mind ease a bit. He felt more relaxed now, the uneasy feeling having been lifted from him with just a bit of playful banter. He uses his hand on Tenko’s hair to bring him closer, and the boy doesn’t resist, answering the kiss with as much enthusiasm as Dabi showed by initiating it.

Yeah, it was a good call to come here.

Tenko had a calming effect on him, just like he had a calming effect on Tenko.

After a moment, he rolled over to pin the skinnier boy beneath him, gaining a slight squeak and a pouty look, which quickly disappears as he continues the kiss.

Yeah, this was fine.

Right now he was fine.

[akkivee]

i am a little embarrassed to say i didn’t pay much attention to stage posse but still!!!!!:

stage ramuda is an entire menace lmao

like both the anime and stage’s takes on ramuda is a cutesy snarky young man who will tear everything and everyone down when provoked in a certain manner and it’s valid!!!!! doesn’t mean i particularly care for it tho lol

i love track 4 tho for showing off ramuda’s ability to manipulate and even tho he’s the antagonist of that play, he was provoked by jakurai so if you ask me, sensei was the true antagonist of that track and that’s the sort of writing that makes the stage so interesting lmao

there was a flavour of falseness sekoguchi-san’s ramuda had, like a deep seated mask over his emotions and interactions and it SLAPPED he played ramuda’s early self conflicts very well

i don’t listen to stage posse’s first songs at all anymore (i esp despise trap of fling gomen lol) but there was a time i’d listen to stage songs with yasui-san’s ramuda and get sad it didn’t hit the same as sekoguchi-san’s lol

now it’s not a problem lol yasui-san has a wonderful ramuda as well and it was an easy transition because i think sekoguchi-san and yasui-san have similar takes on ramuda

we don’t talk about stage gentaro’s first actor lol but he played a very fruity gencha and i always appreciate that lol

sakata-san’s gentaro i felt embraced more of gentaro’s weirdness which i like to see more of in my gentaro LOL

i always think about that final bop2023 encore talk where he pretended to cry bc everything was ending, but it was a just a big ol’ uso desu yo joke, much to his teammates chagrin lol. stage dice must have been still giving him a look or something because gentaro returned his gaze and did this half shrug with a 😌😏 expression that kills me tbh lmao

speaking of stage dice!!!!!!!!!!

*EXPLODES*

takizawa-san……………. takiryo…………….. uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu……………………………..

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu……………………………

when ramuda got recast, it taught me the fear of my faves leaving and i begged that takiryo would never leave the role of dice lmao

his dancing??????????????? FLAWLESS

his rap?????????? FANTASTIC

his face???????? PHEW 😮‍💨

*collapses* and he’s charming too i always think about this one report i read where he and doshiro’s stage actor iirc were doing a rewatch of sorts of track two, and before it started they were playing asakusa bounce in the bg so takiryo was singing the chorus, ‘SEIYA!!!! SOIYA!!!!!! ASAKUSA!!!!!’

except he was getting the order wrong and kazuya-san had to gently correct him and takiryo fell out of his chair laughing at himself and UGH 😭💛😭💛😭💛😭💛😭💛😭💛

takiryo’s daisu absolutely put the ‘king’ in daisu lol like he was brutally cool

the way yasui-san and sakata-san tended to look towards him and occasionally acted around him like he was their leader helped drive that home too lol

stage dice was insane btw lmao i still can’t believe he said this lol

i think the stage play leaned into a young master kinda dice, to show what kind of upbringing dice came from in absence of the women’s presence in the plays. i think it’s a bit of a disservice to dice personally, but i wasn’t unwilling to see such a side of him explored lol

before fp vs mtc happened, he and byrnes-san tried to fit dice and rio’s relationship in wherever they happened to be together and i *clenches fist* thank them for that lmao

[iphone18pham]

Grow A Boyfriend

Disclaimers! Bad grammar, Not Proofread

Paring: Hyunjin x reader

Masterlist: GG,   BG

Genre: fluff,

Synopsis: Where you just add water to a toy, and your bf comes to life

Requests are open!!!

Y/N's best friend, Yunjin, was tired of seeing her go through one failed relationship after another. One day, she decided to give Y/N a grow-a-boyfriend toy as a joke.

"What is this supposed to be, Jin Jin?" Y/N asked, holding up the toy.

"It's a grow-a-boyfriend toy! You know, to grow your own perfect partner," Yunjin explained while giggling.

Y/N wasn't sure what to do with it, but she decided to put it in the tub and see what would happen. A few hours later, she was surprised to find that the toy had grown into a hot male named Hyunjin!

"Yunjin, you won't believe this. The toy actually grew into a real person!" Y/N exclaimed over the phone.

"What? No way!" Yunjin said, laughing.

"I know, right? It's crazy!" Y/N said.

"I have to meet him. Bring him to girls' night on Friday!" Yunjin said.

Y/N was skeptical at first, but as she talked to Hyunjin, she realized that he was kind, funny, and surprisingly intelligent.

"So, Y/N, is this your new boyfriend?" Yunjin asked when they met up for girls' night.

"He's...not really my boyfriend," Y/N said, blushing.

"What do you mean? He's hot!" Yunjin said, eyeing Hyunjin.

"He's just a toy that grew into a person," Y/N said.

"You mean he's not real?" Yunjin asked, confused.

"He's real, but...I don't know. It's hard to explain," Y/N said. As Y/N spent more and more time with Hyunjin, she started to develop real feelings for him.

"I don't know what to do, Jin. I'm falling for a toy," Y/N said.

"You can't fall for a toy, Y/N. He's a real person now," Yunjin reminded her.

"I know, but it's just so weird," Y/N said. In the end, Y/N decided to make Hyunjin pretend to be her boyfriend to get her family and friends off her back.

The day of Y/N's family gathering arrived, and she was nervous about introducing Hyunjin as her boyfriend. She wasn't sure how her family would react, and she didn't want to deal with any awkward questions or comments. As soon as they arrived. Y/n's family gathering was going smoothly until her sister, Jennie, arrived and started flirting with Hyunjin. Y/n could feel the tension rising, but she didn't want to make a scene. Instead, she watched as Jennie made her move on Hyunjin, batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair. Hyunjin, however, was having none of it. He pushed Jennie away and wrapped his hand around Y/n's waist, pulling her close to him.

"I love Y/n," he said, looking directly at Jennie.

"She's the only one for me."Y/n's heart fluttered at Hyunjin's words, and her face turned red. She couldn't believe that he was playing along with her plan so well. Hyunjin leaned in and kissed her cheek, smirking at Jennie as she ran off somewhere to blow off steam.Y/n's family and friends were impressed by how well Hyunjin and Y/n looked together. They talked about how cute they were and how they were meant to be. Y/n couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but she knew it was all part of the plan.As the night went on, Y/n and Hyunjin continued to play their roles as the perfect couple. They laughed, danced, and even shared a few more kisses. Y/n couldn't believe how much fun she was having, and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was something more between her and Hyunjin.As the night came to a close, Y/n said goodbye to her family and friends, thanking them for a wonderful evening. Hyunjin walked her to her car, holding her hand as they walked.

"I had a great time tonight," he said, smiling at her.Y/n smiled back, feeling her heart flutter once again.

"Me too," she replied. "Thank you for playing along.

"Hyunjin leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Anytime," he whispered, before walking away.Y/n watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions. She couldn't believe that a simple toy had turned into the perfect boyfriend, but she was grateful for it. She knew that she had a lot to think about, but for now, she was just going to enjoy the moment.

As Y/N and Hyunjin's relationship blossomed, they found themselves spending more and more time together. They went on dates, watched movies, and talked about everything under the sun.But despite their growing feelings for each other, Y/N couldn't help feeling guilty about the fake relationship. She knew that she had only started it to get her family and friends off her back, and she didn't want to deceive them any longer.One day, as they were sitting in a park, Y/N decided to come clean.

"Hyunjin," she said nervously. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" he asked, looking concerned.

"I...I didn't really get you from a grow-a-boyfriend toy," she admitted.

"My friend gave you to me as a prank, and I only pretended that you were my boyfriend to get my family and friends off my back."

Hyunjin looked surprised for a moment, but then he smiled.

"Well," he said. "I guess that explains why you were so awkward at first."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I guess it does."

"But you know what?" Hyunjin continued. "I don't care. Because even though we started this relationship as a joke, I've fallen in love with you for real." Y/N's heart swelled with emotion as she heard those words. She had never felt so loved and cherished before, and she knew that she felt the same way about Hyunjin.

"I love you too," she said softly. "And I know that this started out as a joke, but I want to be with you for real."

Hyunjin's face lit up with a smile as he heard those words.

"Really?"

"Yes," Y/N replied. "I want to be your girlfriend for real."And with that, they shared a sweet and tender kiss, sealing their newfound love. As they walked away hand in hand, Y/N couldn't help feeling grateful for the grow-a-boyfriend toy that had brought them together. What started out as a joke had turned into the best thing that had ever happened to her. And she knew that as long as she had Hyunjin by her side, she would be happy forever.

"I can't believe it, Jin. What started out as a joke turned into the best thing that's ever happened to me," Y/N said.

"I told you he was a catch," Yunjin said with a grin.

[ickmick]

Novelvember week 2

prompt: used another incorrect quote, its at the end of the fic!!

duo or ship: tango/scar (with a hint of grian as their third and various hermits in the bg) doc, cub, and impulse have dialogue!

A good old game of hide-and-seek is just what they all deserve right now. Tango had hinted at it way earlier in the season, so why not? It'll be a good time, and plenty other hermits can relax and just... enjoy some time. Sure, it's really cold around The Frozen Citadel, but you don't really notice when hiding away in an alcove with one of your partners.

OR

Tango invites a bunch of hermits to play hide-and-seek at his base, and the results are better than expected. A bit of playful teasing occurs with Scar, and plenty of kisses are shared.

ao3 link | last weeks fic

pssst... wanna see the full drawing? check here! <3

"Tango?" The tall brunett seemed to perk up at the sight of his partner, Jellie in his lap as he drew up plans for the next ride in Scarland. 

Smiling, said blaze leans over his shoulder and kisses his cheek, giving Jellie a pat on the back for good measure. "Hiya! Whatcha up to?" Hands rested on the back of Scars chair, he looks over the plans with a hum.

"Hey now-" Scar gets that usual amused tone to his voice, covering the blueprint with his roughed up hands. "No peeking! Top secret park plans are happening!" He grins, eyes glinting playfully. There was that slight blue tint to them, the vex part of him always pushing for mischief.

Laughing, he nods and puts his hands up. "Alright, alright." Tango steps back, letting his partner slowly get up from the table. Slightly miffed, Jellie sits on the table instead and starts grooming behind her ear. 

"So, what can I do for you, Mister Tango?" He grabs his walking cane from beside his chair, leaning on it a bit as he grins.

"Oh," the blaze says, brows raised as his voice lilts in over dramatic surprise, "I didn't know we were on such formal terms, Mister Goodtime!" Both of them are grinning, and his partner can't help but titter, trying to suppress a full laugh. 

Stepping closer, he takes Scars unoccupied hand and leans down, kissing it's back in a clumsy copy of a formal greeting. Tango looks up to meet his eyes, seeing a faint blush over his amused face. "Would you honour me with your presence at this afternoon's game of Hide-and-Seek?" 

Scar lightly squeezes the hand holding his, nodding along. "Why of course! Thank you for the invite, fine sir!" The vex stares him down with a delighted look, then pulls him closer and kisses his cheek. "Where's it happening?"

"The Deepfrost Citadel," he hums in reply, scanning over the other's scarred face. "Grian will be there too, and a handful of the other hermits. Impulse, Ren, even Doc was convinced. Though, I'm pretty sure he just wants to be a seeker." Chuckling, Tango glances down as Jellie rubs between their legs.

"It'll be too cold for you Jellie! Sorry!" Scar soothes, as if she were concerned in the first place. He beams as the blue haired blaze bends down and scoops her up, petting her head. "Awww… look at you two! If Grian was here, it'd be my whole family!"

"Oh really? And here I thought the whole server was our family?" He teases, narrowing his eyes playfully.

"Well-!" Flushing slightly, he beams and looks away, waving his hand dismissively. "They are!" His voice softens from its defensive tone, and he smiles warmly, "but you three are dearest to me."

Tango is blushing as well now, leaning into the hand placed on his cheek. He stares fondly, then quietly teases, "Playing favorites, are we?"

"So what if I am?" The vex replies without hesitation. He leans in, humming, "I think I have the right."

Pretending to think it over, he shrugs. “Probably…” Tango trails off, sighing contently as they silently hold eye contact.

Jellie takes the opportunity to leap back onto the table, supposedly fed up with their nonsense as she's no longer being pet. “There she goes!” Scar snickers a bit, both of them startled out of their equally love struck trances.

Starting to make some joke or comment, Tango goes wide eyed and makes an alarmed noise. “Oh! I need to go check with a few more hermits.” He smiles, quickly kissing the vex's cheek. “I'll see you later, yeah?”

“Yep!” Scar reaches out and brushes some cat fur off of the others robes, “Wouldn't dare to miss it.” He looks down 

There's a brisk wind at The Citadel, being fairly more pleasant than the usual snowstorms. It's a good day for outdoor games, all things considered. All the participating hermits were gathered by the entrance, in various mishmashes of warm clothes. Some borrowed, some old, some newly crafted.

“Alright! Everyone ready?” Tango looked to their seekers, Cub and Doc, then grinned. “No peeking you two!”

Crossing his arms, the tall scientist gives an unimpressed look. “As if I'd need to.” Doc huffs, a whisper of a smile playing at his lips. It makes the creeper far less imposing.

Next to him, the shorter vex simply rolls his eyes. He looks faintly amused as well, but makes no promises. Typical of a vex, really. But they know he won't cheat anyways. Unless it gets desperate.

“Okaaay-! Then turn around and let's get started!” The blaze beams, waving a hand at them incessantly until they did so, counting to 100. The hermits begin to scatter, laughing and lightly shoving each other a bit here and there.

Some of them trail off on their own, but a surprising handful of the group takes off in pairs or trios. Granted, there isn't actually all that many of them. Grian and Mumbo scurry off together, the shorter insisting that his friends dark clothes could hide his bright wings better against the rocks. Impulse, Gem, and Pearl all trudge towards lower slopes, giggling and wondering who would last longest. Ren ran off faster than anyone could follow, and naturally Bdubs dragged Etho by the hand towards the underside of The Citadel's bridge. 

This conveniently leaves Tango with Scar, who is looking around with a look of great concentration. “Scar,” he begins, still grinning.

“Oh! Tango! We need to go, come on!” The taller hermit smiles, as if that wasn't his partner's intention to begin with. Seeing no point in arguing his case, Tango nods sagely and follows after him. 

Together they venture out into the stark white expanse, the blaze occasionally directing Scar towards less open areas. He does know this land well after all, seeing as he lives on it. After a few more cuts between an outcrop or two, he's dragged down to the floor.

Now sitting side by side under a block and a half high ledge, they both shiver a bit. There's less snow down here, but it's colder when they aren't moving. Tango pulls his fur lined cloak closer, tail tucked over his feet. He looks over at the vex, seeing him slump down in his old aviator jacket. It looked fairly warm, but not entirely ideal for this kind of year round snow.

“All good?” Tango asks, blue eyes slitted in amusement.

He perks, looking over at him before pouting. Oh, the ‘woe is me’ face. Scar scoots slightly closer, their knees bumping together. “It's very cold out here!”

“Well yeah,” the blaze snorts, nodding, “this is a snow biome after all. I'm not exactly surprised.” Appraising the others' outfit, he quirks a brow. “I sent a message to everyone an hour beforehand to dress warm, Scar… is this the warmest outfit you have?” 

There's no judgement in his tone, just pure curiosity. And perhaps a little concern. Who could blame him? They were dating after all, a little concern was warranted. Especially considering this is Scar. Are even winter activities not Scar Safe? 

Crossing his arms- or possibly just hugging himself, as he rubs them and huffs- Scar frowns and cues the drama. “Yes! I don't exactly get much snow at either of my bases!” He holds his hands out quickly, “Just feel how cold my hands are!”

Obliging, he takes his partner's hands in his own. It's actually a bit shocking how cold they already are. Maybe it's just because Tango is a blaze, plus he's already used to the climate here.

“Here, how about I hold them? Then they won't be so cold.” He smiles, clasping them near to his chest, seeing as that's where he generated most his body heat.

Sighing happily at the lessened chill, Scar nods. “If you insist!” He hums, as if he hadn't practically shoved them into his partner's arms. 

“Oh, trust me I do.” Tango rolls his eyes, but doesn't mind a bit. In fact, he'd rather hold onto his hands the whole round than let him shiver helplessly. Sure, he'd be fine either way, but it's the principle!

After a moment the vex grins, mischief in his eyes. “Hey Tango?” Faintly bluish green eyes meeting his, he leans a little closer.

“Yes?” He queries, soul flame tipped tail flicking a bit. This sounded an awful lot like a certain silver-tongued tone Scar liked to pull.

“My lips are cold too,” the taller murmurs. He's got a proud look on his face, clearly aware of how smooth that was. Or meant to be. Tango can never tell, too easily flustered over his sweet words either way.

Considering it, he glances to the side before taking a hand from Scars. Tango leans ever so closer, as if he were going in for a kiss. And then he covers his partner's lips with his newly freed hand, chuckling at his bewildered expression. His cheeks are still faintly flushed a deeper blue than usual, despite the quick halt.

It takes a moment to process for Scar. The blaze can practically see the loading wheel over his head, and tries his best not to laugh more.

Then finally his pointed ears twitch and he leans away enough so that Tango removes his hand. “Hey now! That's not what I wanted, and you know that Mister TangoTek.” He pushes his lip out in a little pout, playing it up again. But there is a small glint of worry in his eyes.

And coders, Tango isn't usually one to cave so quickly to playful schemes of this sort, but… it makes him feel guilty. The anxiety doesn't belong anywhere in his partner's expression, especially not now. 

Letting go of his other hand, he instead grabs the collar of Scar's wool lined jacket and pulls him into a kiss. The vex seems startled, but then Tango feels him smile into it, and feels his lashes flutter against his skin as Scar closes his eyes. He holds him there for a moment before pulling back. 

“Any less cold now?” He asks once they're both over the suddenness. Laughing at his partner's dazed nod, the blaze presses a chaste kiss to his lips before taking his hands again.

Scar blinks, then leans his head on his shoulder and hums. “Oh definitely. I think they could be warmer though!” Peeking up at Tango, he grins, “Maybe if you held me and kissed me?”

“Oh, making demands now, are we?” He teases, nudging him a little. “Didn't you know beggars can't be choosers?”

Gasping, he sits back up, nearly crashing the top of his skull against Tango's chin. “I'm no beggar! I'm simply making an educated guess!”

Snorting, he leans in closer again, “Sure, sure… and what could've tipped you off to that, then?” Tango stares with lidded eyes, smirking as the vex flusters. 

He glances between the other's icy blue eyes, then swallows thickly. Offering a weak smile, he dares not move, unsure if Tango was going to initiate or not. The only sound for a brief moment was the chilly breeze and their warm breaths.

“Scaaar?” The blaze drawls, possibly a bit too smug. It was cute to see him choked up. It was a pretty even score between them as far as flustering the other goes. Grian, somehow, had them both beat out on that front. But Tango had a decent second place. Usually.

As Scar opens his mouth to reply finally, their noses mere inches apart, the distant crunching of snow makes them both freeze. Expressions dropping, they slowly turn to the opening of the stone hollow. Neither moved otherwise, waiting with bated breath to figure out who's lurking.

After a long pause, they hear a hum and some more footsteps. They grow distant, enough so that the two sigh and relax, leaning against each other. 

“That was close,” Scar murmurs, beaming. He turns and presses a quick kiss to Tango's lips. “A victory celebration is in order.”

Tango grins, but pauses to consider it. It isn't technically a win yet, seeing as there hasn't been a ping on their communicators yet. But of course his urges win out, as he pulls Scar in again and presses kiss after kiss upon his lips. 

Arms around each other, they laugh between every few pecks. They slow until it's only sweet little nothings, lips meeting for increased periods but not quite moving against the other's. It's probably not the best idea, but it keeps them occupied while they wait. And with Scar all but in the blaze's lap, they're both warmer too.

“Hey now,” a voice interrupts, the small space suddenly darker. Neglecting to keep quiet or at least listen for other sounds, it seemed they'd been found.

Scrambling to part, Tango sheepishly meets Impulse's best attempt at an unimpressed look. It's clear he's amused, but they both flush in embarrassment, and Scar ducks his head. “Uhh, you wouldn't happen to be a seeker, would you?” He asks, the taller hermit too flustered to make anything but stuttered syllables.

The demon tsks, crouched in the entrance. “Unfortunately I am, my friend. We got caught first, I'm pretty sure.” He smiles warmly, winking, “But I could warn the others away from here if you don't wanna come seek. We're still looking for Ren, Grian, and Mumbo.”

This makes Scar sober, brows raised. “Grian!? Goodness, how has nobody seen him? He's bright red!” He's scooting towards Impulse, who moves out of the way so they could get out.

“Beats me. Maybe his little tactic of using Mumbo as a shield worked?” The shorter brunett laughs and shrugs, “I take it you'll help?”

All three of them now stood outside, Tango nods quickly. “Of course! We can't let him win!” The blaze grins, adjusting his ribes to sit properly before setting off in the direction that he felt was best.

Scar scrambled after him after waving to Impulse. “Hey! Wait up, Tango!”

Crossing his arms, he watched them go, thin tail swinging idly behind himself. “What a pairing,” Impulse muses, shaking his head fondly before setting off in another direction.

-

heres the IQ! def did a lot of rewording, but lets be real it feels more fluid (hopefully)

yall the brainrot is REAL!!! I meant to do another quick and cute thing but no. I spent so much more time on this and I have 0 regrets. they're gay and adorable.

next fic will either be all three of them or something with impulse and maybe scar (platonically), i havent fully decided. guess you just have to come back next sunday to find out mwehehe

ooh, and I do silly and cute song names/lyrics as the titles... so if you wanna see, then... ao3 link is up top XD

ALSO SHOUTOUT TO A REALLY VERY COOL PERSON (*cough* mossfeathers *cough*) WHO FOLLOWED ME AS I WAS DRAFTING THIS /silly /vpos

I really like your text posts so Im glad you liked the last fic :3c

[pikapeppa]

Omg omg I started playing Balder Gate recently too and I’m loving it!

Now, no pressure or anything but I’m very excited at the prospect of you - deffs my face fix author - to possibly start adding to the BG3 fandom! (Fingers crossed but I know I can’t force true art lol)

I know it’s early days but are you leaning towards anyone in particular yet? Wish we could romance characters in Horizon like we can in BG 😂

Hahahah I love the enthusiasm here, I'm so glad you're enjoying it too!! I had several friends in August who were clamouring for me to play it, so I got it as soon as it came out on PS5, and within days I was clamouring at even more friends to play it, so it's been a hilarious pay-it-forward situation 😂❤ Also, my dash is literally 50% Baldur's Gate posts that I'm filtering so I don't get spoiled and I can't wait to see all the art and memes everyone has been making LOL.

I too am hoping to write fic for the game!!! The world is so rich and THE COMPANIONS ARE SO SO FUN. As much as I adore the GAIA Gang, I've REALLY MISSED having companions who can actually travel with you and express opinions during quests and who can also have actual interactions between themselves that we can witness on-screen. It's filling in the Dragon Age-shaped hole in my heart so good 😭❤

As for romancing: SPOILER ALERT but since you asked😂😂 I'm currently fucking Astarion casually (HE'S SUCH A SHITHEAD [AFFECTIONATE]) but my end goal is to romance Halsin. HE'S AN 8-FOOT-TALL WALL OF GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS MAN AND I CAN'T WAIT TO CLIMB HIM. I have fondly labelled him as Bearfucker Halsin because of this infamous scene from the early release, which my friend showed me before I started playing the game or knew who anyone was, and when he appeared in my game I was like SDJKFGHDLFKGJH IT'S BEARFUCKER 😂😂😂

ANYWAY, that's all I'll say about it for now!! Thanks for the ask!! BUT ALSO PLEASE NO ONE SAY ANYTHING SPOILERY IN THE COMMENTS OR ANYTHING OR I WILL DIE. 😂👹🔥

-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo

[twelvedaysinaugust]

I don't really have a dog in the Gaylor/Kaylor fight but as someone who's pretty familiar with the fandom, I think there's a bit more to the different perceptions between Gaylor and Larry than your earlier anons were pointing out (though I agree what was brought up probably plays a part in it).

To me, the most obvious is that Larries have a lot stronger definitional boundaries. If you think H&L have broken up? By most people's definitions, not a larry. If you think they broke up and got back together at some point(s)? More accepted, but definitely not a popular opinion and one that will have some people saying you're not a larry. And if you don't think bg is a thing? A lot of people will argue you're not a larry. I think if "being a larry" was defined down to, you think Harry and Louis probably had something going on at some point, you would have a lot of people who agreed with that who wouldn't otherwise call themselves larries. And that's basically the threshold for being a gaylor, with some squabbling at the edges.

(sorry, but bg mentions ahead) Coming back around to it, but another thing that I think has a much bigger effect on gp perception of larries than people fully inside the larry bubble care to admit is bg. Most gaylors saw Lover as at least in part a breakup album (and folklore and evermore doubled down on that - as you pointed out, the rwylm of it all), so Karlie's child didn't actually shut down a lot of the theorizing. As far as I'm aware, most gaylors think that Taylor and Karlie broke up, and Josh and Karlie entered into something on a sliding scale between real and amicable lavender marriage, and they had a baby because they wanted to start a family. I think some smaller number of people think Taylor and Karlie got back together, either post-baby or pre-baby but are choosing to have a family in this non-traditional way, but I'm not aware of anyone who thinks that Karlie's baby isn't really hers or that she didn't choose to have this baby (by the rules of the internet, I'm sure there's some corner of the internet out where people do think that, but I'm blissfully unaware of it). Regardless of your feelings about the actual truth of bg, I just think we lose a lot of people at "fake baby", especially because the undertone of fandom's attitude toward Freddie/mentions of him/etc is very antagonistic.

Anyway, less controversial additional thoughts: It's a lot easier to convince people that Taylor Swift hides a part of private life but leaves cryptic clues in her music/clothing, because she openly talks about doing both of those things, but Louis and Harry don't. I also think a lot of larry theorizing (especially the most publicly visible stuff, like on Twitter) heavily leans into the idea that Harry and Louis are forcibly closeted and trapped, which requires as a corollary that you think some pretty horrific things of the music industry, and gaylor theorizing is more along the lines of, Taylor is choosing to be closeted in a homophobic world and industry, which is an easier pill for people to swallow.

That’s super interesting, anon. Thanks for sharing.

In addition to the other factors you mentioned, I think another thing that turns people off to Larry is just the rampant misogyny in the fandom (and the name calling and such that just seems exceptionally petty).

[candyredterezii]

(genuine) is m3gan better than the trailers make it look? i was rlly excited for a new, more modern take on the creepy doll horror movie but the like... dance scenes in the trailers made it start to look a little too cheesy/corny, which has its place but wasnt what i was interested in for the premise. did u find the movie corny/cheesy and enjoyed it because of/despite that, or did i just get The Wrong Vibe from the trailers?

OKAY WELL!!

M3GAN is definitely like. Leans into the comedy a lot, but moreso in the dialogue!!

The movie definitely had me laugh out loud multiple times, and also multiple times having me sit up in my seat, leaning in, eyes wide and a smile so big my cheeks were sooo sore

It was actually like. A SUPER fun movie, honestly.

It def has some like... jokes/parody on the modern toy industry, but it's like. kinda more in the BG n just as like. flavor rather than the main plot point

like the whole like.. underlying plot/theme/message/whatever, from what I got, wasn't 'tech bad! we are too tech obsessed!' but rather the two things of

we can and will use things, like technology, as a distraction from our issues and to continue ignoring our real problems rather than confront them.

going off that, that 'we need relationships with other people' i could also say was there

dehumanizing an AI and treating them as non-human will only fuel them into actually being a monster

that last part is like. more so me doing a 'heehee' but genuinely its hard not to side a lot w M3GAN with how the creator of her dehumanizes her and treats her as 'just a doll' when she made her have so much like... Personality, self awareness, etc etc..

Anyway. It was absolutely super duper fun.

I know a lot of ppl worried bout the pg-13 rating meaning it wasn't gonna be like... 'good' but

it was very violent. there wasn't like. rlly much gore and the blood is tasteful, which honestly I think works!

It has it's comedy, like I said, it plays a lot of comedic relief, but the story and things that happen ARE pretty like. Heavy. And serious.

Like the opening scene to the movie hit me like a fucking truck (I say this intentionally. Winking to my other M3GHeads.) The movie def clenched at my heart time to time.

OVERALL tho yeah it has its funny laugh moments, but they work imo and didn't distract me from the like.. gruesome/seriousness of the overall conflict going on yk

[noro-noro-noro]

dreamed again

first bit was like I was playing w a stranger on a modded Minecraft server. no idea how any of it worked but there were weird caches that had skeleton eggs (?) like not skeleton spawn eggs but red eggs that had cursed purple skeletons in there on them. the person I was with also had several buttons labelled "oh fuck" in the overworld that wluld teleport you back to base. they were very blunt & businesslike. to the point. idk why I was there but I think I was like forced to live in there or whatever so that was also the world. most of the time I was inside trying to tend creatures.

actually this came before - I was bringing home a bag of small crabs & horseshoe crabs & also giant triops & other made up dream crustaceans. & an alien-like sea urchin made f 6 or 8 jointed segments that would extend its segments through anything slowly but surely to gain more nutrients. I got a HUGE tank and put it in my mom's living room & tried to amke them.comfy - I wasn't planning on keeping wild animals, but I needed to have them, so they light as well be in a better environment than a bucket of water. there were also several mid size dead and decaying animals I threw in for them to eat.there was also several isopods . one in particular was like a rubber duck one exceot with a white body instead and he was super interested and active. my sister wasn't scared of him

eventually the first tank was too full of water(we had no lids) and I realized the creatures might jump out so I asked my sister to help me drain water & she broke the whole thing. I tried to save everything but some of the tiny fish died while I was gettjng two new tanks setup. I threw them in for the crustaceans to eat, and eventually the second tank was devoured and eaten through by the special sea urchin that ate glass. and this happened BEFORE the Minecraft dream bc it then shifted into me taking care of mieceaft fish in our base.

scene shift & that person became wrio genshin. his story quest was now released....! and it was about helping those two researchers that hate each other but everyone thinks they're in a relationship bc they disappear to the infirmary at the same time all the time. this was a 3rd person dream where I was basically just watching the traveller as she assisted wriothy with helping the researchers as thry bickered the whole time. there was a scene where she went too far out of her way for them and got hurt and wrio came to visit her as soon as possible in the infirmiary and like grabbed her chin and leaned over very closely tp have the conversation. it seemed like she was about to be kissed & was like um !!!? 😳😳😳😳 and then the researchers peeked in and immediately started gossippibg like "and everybody says WE are in a relationship even though we hate each other and these people are RIGHT THERE doing this kind of stuff with the duke ‼️" & wrio kinda smilled & sighed & walked away to reprimand them like"do you really think spreading rumors about the Duke of the fortress of meropide, your employer, is a good idea?" & they eere like "no your grace sorry your grace see you later" & scurried off, & thr story quest ended with a cgg of rhe traveller doing that anime girl thing where thry look off to the side beet red and touch their lips where they were almost kissed, & wrio in the bg. I was like wow.they really went shippy with this one this never happens. even with ayaka and Xiao.

hm after that I had a dream I was with my sister at ?a beach resort or smth. there was a GIANT wall of makeup products including a bunch of really weird colors of eyeliner. I tested out a bright silver from a silver/orange/gold palette & actually genuinely really liked it,so I wanted to buy it without the rest of the pallette. apparently the owner of the brand was in the same town, so I told my sister I'd be back and walked over. the makeup store was also part hair salon - a girl was getting her hair died to have like a dark blue tint with kther rgb streaks in it & each streak that overlapped had like a sparkle illuminating that part, but the sparkle was dyed in..anywsy the whole place was run by a large and very friendly trans lady. I asked her directly aboit the eyeshadow I saw and also asked for a haircut since my split ends were acting up.in the dream I was also on my period & the lady said sympathetically "oh if you're on your perjod your splot ends get worse but we ca fix that!" & I was like okay.... and sat on the hairsresser chair, which was more of like a lounge chair than a normal one.

I don't remember if she actually did anything about the hair bc a lot of people I knew suddenly came inside. kt wasnow dark and raining outside. one of my studio classmates revealed that she'd lived in this shop before bc the owner kindly let her use the room upstairs for free after her landlord screwed her over. also the assistant from work showed up but younger? and I forgot her name and said it was ALMOND. so embarrassing. anyway I was just sitting in the chair for a while and texting y sister updates. when I asked again about the silver eyeliner, she revealed that they were leftovers shipped in from somewhere else & arrived here unlabeled, but she'd try to find the one I wanted for me.

eventually I went to walk home but the weather was so bad.... I was treated to another 3rdperson scene of lumine genshin impact waking up in a cozy bed in a strange room with leafy branches putsife the window and a warm sun shining through. wrio's Castle...? (even though he's only I charge of the underwater giant prison) then I woke up . I need to wash my hair but kts getting stixky again and I don't want to.

[snowsheba]

ok anyway i finished aveyond 3-1: lord of twilight. thoughts below cut

characters

mel mel is about as resourceful as a walnut. hate this immensely. she's training as a spy and couldn't figure out her friend edward is the prince? she doesn't know basic geography? i get the gag of "she's stubborn and hates admitting she's wrong" but it got old FAST baby

i do appreciate that they lean into her selfishness though. i think it's EXTREMELY funny. like when you see eston and he's like i'm blind and lost :( and she's just like well i'm sure you'll find your way home :)

or you find out the merchant died and instead of saying literally anything else she's like "i guess he won't need his merchant pass anymore!!!!" like girl. you and stella were MADE for each other.

stella stella is perfect. i love her. perfect balance of ditzy and serious to underly whatever the fuck she's got going on underneath. 10/10.

i really REALLY like the dynamic she and mel have. it literally feels like mel is like "we can't do that" and stella is like 🥺 please and mel goes: ok... i guess we will do that. i deeply, DEEPLY desire more of them interacting in the next three games outside of the weird catty jealousy from mel at the start.

also, i think she and mel should kiss.

edward honestly edward pissed me off because he got more lines than literally anyone else and also he knows things because... he's the prince. ok?? i am a strong believer that edward thinks he's hot shit until he has to fight a monster and then it's mel who's pwning ass while he's freaking out in the bg. i think edward should be a himbo.

i hate that the writing rewards every single smug moment of his too. not only if he insufferably know-it-all but he's always RIGHT. and like yeah boohoo he doesn't believe mel's story but the writing is like "yeah but it makes sense he doesn't because vampires aren't thought to exist." WE GET IT. YOU LIKE EDWARD. WE GET IT!! WHY DOES HE HAVE MORE LINES THAN MEL, THE PROTAGONIST!!!

te'ijal i learned more about te'ijal in this game than any other aveyond installment combined. if anything, it made me feel more confident that i'm writing her in a way that works with game canon. i loved every single one of her stupid nicknames she gave people and i LOVE how she and mel get along. immediate synergy just because they've got shit to do and muscley men to help them do it.

i also think it was extremely, extremely funny when she gets untied and she's like "the sun! it's too late, my crumpet. we're dead." like LKJDSKLFJKSLDJF that delivery!!! also, what the hell is a crumpet.

galahad i looked up what a crumpet was and it is unsweetened bread made of flour, water, and yeast cooked on a pan. usually you put stuff on it. i bet galahad wouldn't. galahad looks as plain as a crumpet. i can see it.

this is probably the first time i've actually liked galahad as his own character, rather than how he can be used as a foil to others. also, shameless plug to read iz's fic about the bar scene because after i experienced it the fic became Very Very Important To Me.

others i like how professor gray's house remained locked up for the rest of the game. i thought that was very funny.

story

predictable in the classic rpg way. extremely good because of it. i do think it's very funny how heptitus plays into everything consistently. i also appreciate that you are rewarded for exploring everything!

gameplay

if i had realized the fast travel required activating the mirrors first i would've been happier throughout the game. unfortunately, i did not. whoopsies!!!!!

i think my main complaint is that it is super unclear what needs to be done next. you're given one dialogue prompt ("go east" "go west") and if you forget it you're fuuuucked. i didn't know what to do until i was like hang on i bet wine delivery guy will tell me the next town to go to! and he did! and i went there and got confused again. i ended up severely overleveled by the end of it because i kept wandering into places i shouldn't.

anyway i looked up a walkthrough and sorted it out but the idea that edward going "let's find civilization!" means to talk to the reporter and then talking to heptitus in witchwood makes sense is....... i mean. really?

conclusion

as always, a banger. hopping right into 3-2 🤪

[josieoh]

[ moon gayoung, cis woman, she/her ] - was that JOSIE OH i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY SIX year old who has been in nightrest for HER WHOLE LIFE and works as a PARALEGAL has a reputation of being PERSUASIVE, but also OBSESSIVE. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with ADAM AND EVE IN THE SECRET GARDEN, A DAMSEL WHO BECAME THE DISTRESS, & SILK SHEETS KISSING BARE SKIN. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. ╱ pinterest. dossier.

BRIEF BACKGROUND!

tbh i'm too lazy to do anything special with the bg so we just gonna have to agree to settle for this sry

raised in the shadows of her siblings, jealousy was the emotion most often felt, especially towards their mother's favourite jacob. tried to be the best kid, kept her grades up, got every award she could, played sports, danced, but nothing seemed to work to gain her parents attention ( or the attention of the adults taking care of them ). by her first year of high school, josie was over it. while she maintained her grades, she began hanging with the wrong crowd and leaning more into the black sheep persona among her peers while still trying to be the golden girl for her parents. nothing was off limits and by the time she graduated, she'd secured acceptance to a university out of state where she got her bachelors in paralegal studies. she took a year off to travel ( read: party ) and got together with the wrong guy. long story short, it was another two years before she was able to break away from that situation and finally come back home to nightrest where she's been putting her degree to good use ever since. -- basically she's been back nearly two years now.

HEADCANONS!

now onto her as a person.. she's a #Mess. petty, spiteful, overly confident, twisted, loves to argue and will literally do it just for shits and giggles ( even better if it pisses someone off ), does whatever she wants whenever she wants with no regard to other people and their feelings, and very i am woman, hear me roar. she's loyal to one person and that's herself ( and her siblings so ig 3 people ). here for a good time, not a long time. doesn't believe in anything that isn't a dress or skirt but wears pants suits to work bc the men she works with are pigs and she likes her job. speaking of her job, i imagine she works for one of the best lawyer firms in the area and specialises in criminal law, but she knows her way around business law too thanks to her parents ( yes she's still trying to find acceptance what of it ). takes her beauty seriously --- the type to have an extremely intensive skin care routine, work out routine, and diet. think like patrick bateman from american psycho sorta serious.. just minus the psychopathic murderer tendencies ( maybe. it's a surprise ). a practicing wiccan with an altar and all. will happily read your palm or tarot for free if you're a friend or for a "price" if she thinks you're hot enough. still a partier with nothing being off limits. has probably gotten really good at detoxing herself just in case there's ever a drug test at work. despite the fact that nothing's off limits and she's..well, her..she's very diligent when it comes to her job and probably one of the best around. organisation skills are on point, attention to detail is top tier, mistakes are an absolute no-no, etc etc. don't get her started, she can talk about how amazing she is forever still very much jealous of her older brother, but won't hesitate to add your ass to nightrest's body count if you fuck with him in even the SLIGHTEST way 😠 and did she settle in ashmore to be close to said brother? maybe. we don't talk about it. if you wanna help her help her bro find love tho......ig you can hit her up. just don't use her in an attempt to get to her brother. been there done that didnt want the ugly tshirt. did i mention she was a scrapper? bc she is, she just prefers to do so verbally due to her job ( tho given her parents, she's probably not likely to lose it even if only due to them trying to keep their rep in place ).

anyway she's an annoying lil hellion but i hope yall love her as much as i do thank u