#tangled ts

[will-continue-livinglikeimtrying]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Big Hero 6 (2014), Tangled (2010), Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (Cartoon), Varian and the Seven Kingdoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hiro Hamada & Varian (Disney), Hiro Hamada & Tadashi Hamada, Cass Hamada & Hiro Hamada, Cass Hamada & Hiro Hamada & Tadashi Hamada, Rapunzel & Varian (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider & Varian, Hugo/Varian (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Honey Lemon/Go Go Tomago, Fred | Fredzilla & Wasabi-No Ginger & Hiro Hamada & Tadashi Hamada & Honey Lemon & Gogo Tomago, Wasabi-No Ginger/Tadashi Hamada, Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider & Rapunzel & Varian, Wasabi-No Ginger & Tadashi Hamada, Hiro Hamada & Original Character(s), Hiro Hamada/Original Character(s) Characters: Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Cass Hamada, Wasabi-No Ginger, Honey Lemon (Big Hero 6), Fred | Fredzilla, Go Go Tomago, Varian (Disney), Rapunzel (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider, Cassandra (Disney: Tangled), Lance Strongbow, Hugo (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Yong (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Nuru (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), King Frederic of Corona (Disney), Queen Arianna of Corona (Disney), Quirin (Disney), Original Character(s) - Character, Tani Torrensa (OC) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Drama & Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Mentioned Nuru (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Mentioned Yong (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Mentioned Lance Strongbow, Mentioned Cassandra (Disney: Tangled), Government Conspiracy, Nerdiness, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Sibling Love, Platonic Relationships, Genderfluid Character, She/He/They Pronouns for Tani, He/They Pronouns for Hugo, Asexual Character, graysexual character, Bisexual Character, Gay Panic, Tani and Hugo are adopted siblings, Adopted by each other at least, Hiro and Tani have 'History' but like it's just petty beef, Varian is Bi-Panic incarnate but doesn't know it yet and thinks that's what loathing feels like, Everyone is basically a Nerd and really badass about it Summary:

Ever heard the saying "Two Sides of the Same Coin"? and wonder: 'What the heck does this have to do with coins?'

Well never mind that.

 When joining a new year long program childhood friends, Hiro and Varian, expected to have a good year together, but plans may just change with trouble hidden behind two very bitchy faces.

They already felt the growing headache for the year starting up.

In turn, joining a new Science program after moving from NYC to San Fransokyo was not at all how Hugo and Tani wanted to spend their time settling into their not-so-new home, but whatever the people want, whatever.

Doesn't mean they can't have a little fun while they're there.

[haletostilinski]

Hi! I hate to bother you but you are one of the only Sterek shippers out there I could think to ask. My friend and I have been going crazy trying to remember the name of an old Sterek fic where Stiles goes out of the country to visit Derek and take a break from the pressures of Beacon Hills. Derek is living in a small apartment and they buy an expresso machine that takes up most the counter, they of course get together and then it's time for Stiles to leave and he breaks Derek's heart by saying he has to go. Stiles breaks down in the airport bathroom on the phone to his dad and his dad tells him to stay so he goes back to Derek's and is in the hallway when he gets home from grocery shopping. There is an epilogue to where his dad comes to visit them and they are thriving. We can remember almost everything about the story but the author and name of it! If you or any of your followers recognize it, we would appreciate it so much. We'd really love to read it again!

Thank so much!

I unfortunately am not familiar with this fanfic - but it sounds interesting and I'd love to read it as well, if any of my followers know it? If you do, please reply to this and/or message me 😘

[askmistaketalesurgesans]

@your-compadre-infinity list of the sillies

• Eggman is obviously Megatron.

• The Phantom Rider takes Starscream's place.

• Starline will be Shockwave.

• Whisper will uhh Soundwave.

• Kitsunami is Thundercracker

• Tangle will be Skywarp (or Surge?)

• Airachnid will be Surge (or Tangle)

Forgot about some, insert more here.

[areslikestodraw]

am I done with my varian cosplay? no (I just have to do the vest okay? Shut up)

but am I starting on this virgil cosplay? yes and you're gonna support me

varian crochet doll wip to feed the followers who like tts

[klunsgod]

Reupload Gonanza - Part 21, Section 2 (January, 2021)

ts!underswap’s a good demo, you could be excited for it. it’s also been a while since i drew art without lineart, so i felt a bit rubbish there.

hope you’ve been liking my OCs, because the rest of this part are just gonna be them lmao. i even ended this gallery with two of my own stuf

[stellawolfearts]

TSMacaque: you did what?

CanonMacaqe: yeah, and? your just soft and weak-

*Strangling noises*

TSMk: should we stop them?

CanonMk:*chews on popcorn* hmmm, maybe.....want some popcorn?

TSMk:...sure.

*Murder monkey screeches*

CanonMk: he also beat the shit out of me with his kaiju!

*louder murder monkey noises*

[septembersghost]

the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

[gyutopia]

Tangled sheets..? 🥲

i’ve been swamped with class and homework i’m sawry

[wherethegravelsthin]

what on earth is it with the bridges on 1989.... how does Taylor consistently manage to make with two lines some of the most powerful bridges she's ever crafted....

[realcube]

ts! k. sugawara

you've always thought your husband has the most gorgeous silver hair.

sometimes you wonder whether it was natural or dyed but you suspect he doesn't know either, because whenever you ask about it, he'll just flash you a big smile and shrug. of course, you'll be too hypnotised by his sweet face to question it any further.

until your home with him one night, watching a romcom together in the living room before bed. your body weight is propped against the arm of the couch, with one hand draped over its side and the other tangled in your husband's hair, playing with his messy silver locks as his head was rested on your leg.

although you also liked having your hair played with, you opted to do it for him tonight as you know he's been having a stressful time at work. plus, his hair was so soft, it's a pleasure to toy with.

everything is serene and perfect — you're both absorbed in the movie — until you look down to admire him, and as your hand is caressing his scalp and sifting through his strands of hair, you notice one outlier that causes you to falter.

"kou.." you mutter, inspecting it thoroughly in case your eyes were deceiving you, "is your hair.. brown?"

as soon as you utter those words, you feel suga immediately tense up against your body and jerk upright, "brown?"

the completely panicked expression on his face caught you off guard, still you're able to stammer out, "yeah, unless i'm just imagining th—"

your husband springs to his feet and rushes to the nearest bathroom, likely to check himself in the mirror. once he comes back, he's followed by an air of disappointment, "this is so embarrassing.." he slumps down on the couch beside you.

"what is it, honey?"

"those little shits are stressing me out so badly that i'm getting premature brown hairs." sugawars explains in a defeated tone, not daring to make eye-contact out of shame.

you're able to infer that the 'little shits' he's referring to are his class of elementary school pupils. "premature brown hairs?" you ask.

he nods. despite how baffled and jealous you are by this discovery that suga's hair 'browns' instead of 'greys', you find the patience with yourself to wrap your arm around his shoulder and pull him in close to your chest, caressing his shoulder gently, "it's okay, koushi. we'll buy you some bleach and grey hair dye; soon you'll be back to normal."

"thank you.." he murmurs into your chest.

[scream4ash]

obsessive.

listen here!

amber freeman x gp!reader

warnings: smut 18+; degrading; r has a dick; r’s a nerd, but muscly? (me, r is me.); amber’s kinda mean, she’s a cutie tho; slapping; edging? (just a tiny bit)

summary: amber’s a bit.. obsessive. u? ur totally submissive.

a/n: was going thru my playlist n decided to name ts after a song. click the link, listen to it. in chase atlantic we trust.

smut under the cut, mdni.

the club was loud, overbearing. u didn’t wanna be here, but amber managed to drag u along with her. she had u wrapped around her finger, she knew it too. she had went to the bar to get another drink, leaving u alone in the middle of the floor. u searched through the crowd, trying your best to find her. u felt a touch on ur arm, hoping it was amber. to ur dismay, it wasn’t ur girlfriend. it was another girl. u felt her grab ur bicep, mumbling something in ur ear about how u must workout.

u look over to the bar, seeing amber’s jaw clench. she walks over quickly, too quickly for your liking. she grabs ur hand, wrapping ur arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to ur cheek. “y/n, i was looking everywhere for u,” she says with a laugh, her smile a little too big to be genuine. her eyes are locked on the other girl, watching her with a harsh glare. “i think u can leave my girlfriend alone, now. i have her.”

you lean into her familiar touch, happy she’s back. “ambs, hey,” you mutter softly, pulling her closer to u. the other girl walked away, pissed.

“care to explain why that bitch was hanging off of u?” her tone was harsh, practically a growl.

“amber, i wouldve shut it down if u gave me a chance.” u say softly, drawing small patterns in an attempt to calm her. “but thank u though. i didn’t wanna be mean.”

u feel amber grab ur bicep, feeling it. “do u workout?,” she says with a mocking giggle, venom evident in her tone.

“amb-“ you were cut off by her dragging u out the club door, leading u to her car. she pushes u into the backseat, straddling u.

“i take u out once, and u have whores hanging off of u, hm?” she grinds down against ur lap, grabbing at the collar of ur shirt. “can’t leave u alone for a minute, can i?”

“amber, baby.”

“zip it, slut.” her words are harsh, barely above a whisper. she trails kisses from your jaw down to ur neck, sucking an array of love bites and hickeys. you whine, hands tangling in her hair. “oh, so u can shut the fuck up when i’m touching u, yeah?” she grinds down against your lap, feeling your bulge through ur jeans.

“amber, please.” your words are met with a soft slap against your cheek, her fingers wrapping around your throat.

“i told you to be quiet. you’ll take what i give u, when i give it to u, ok?” she pulls up in for a bruising kiss, grinding against ur bulge and moaning. she undoes your belt, freeing ur cock. “did that bitch make u like this? did she get u all hard?” she strokes your cock slowly, pulling away to spit in her hand. “would she make you feel this good?” she rubs her thumb against the tip of ur cock, her other hand playing with your balls.

you whine, hips bucking into her hand. “no, no, amber.” god, u sounded so pathetic. she continued to stroke ur cock, watching u intently. she felt ur cock twitch, telling her u were close.

“you gonna cum, baby?”

“mhm.. gonna cum for u amb.”

“no, you’re not,” she says with a teasing smile, stopping abruptly. she smacks your cock gently, her expression hardening. “sluts don’t get to cum.”

“amb, please.. y’know i’m yours, please..”

she kisses you messily, teeth and tongue clashing. she smiles into the kiss, hearing u whine. she lifts her skirt, pushing her panties to the side. “god, i need you, baby.. wanna see how wet i am?”

“yes, please.. amb, please..” she grabs your hand, guiding it to her cunt.

“would she be this wet for you?” she sinks down onto your fingers, a soft moan slipping past her lips. “god, you feel so good.” she starts to rock against your fingers, moaning into your ear. “such a good fucking slut, hm? just desperate to get your fingers wet, yeah?”

you moan at her words, looking up at her with wide eyes. she pulls your fingers out abruptly, bringing them to her mouth. she moans around your fingers at the taste of herself, watching how your practically mesmerized by the sight.

she grips your cock with one hand, teasing her entrance with it. “do you think you deserve it, y/n?”

you nod, biting your bottom lip. she sinks down onto your cock, taking it all in one go. “fuck, you’re so big. so good for me.” she starts to bounce on your cock, watching your face. she brings one hand to your shoulder, supporting herself as she rode you.

you moan, eyes closing in pleasure. your eyes snap open feeling her thumb tap against your lips. “suck. and keep your fucking eyes on me, hear me?” you take her thumb in ur mouth, watching her.

her movements falter feeling your mouth around her finger, her cunt clenching around your cock. “i’m gonna cum, baby. wanna fill me up?”

you nod, moaning around her fingers. she pushes her fingers deeper down your throat, smiling when you gagged. she saw tears forming in your eyes, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “such a pretty fucking whore, yeah?”

you moan, bucking your hips up. “nuh uh, you were doing so good. stay still.” she forces her fingers further into your mouth, moaning. “i’m gonna cum. c’mon, cum with me..”

she clenched around your cock, moaning loudly in your ear. you felt her tighten, her orgasm washing over her. you gripped her hips tightly, face resting on her shoulder, pumping your load into her. you moan around her fingers, helplessly fucking up into her.

she pulls her fingers from your mouth, bringing you into a heated kiss. she pulls away, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. “i’m the only one that gets to see you like this, yeah?”

“ ‘course, baby,” you muttered softly, your words muffled by the skin of her shoulder. one of her hands threaded through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp, the other drawing small patterns into your back.

sure, amber was a bit aggressive, but how could you say no? not when she threw her body in your arms like that.

[eomayas]

we could call it even • jww

pairing: idol!wonwoo x f!reader, exes au

genre: angst, suggestive intro

synopsis: this is the last you’ll be seeing of wonwoo. (inspo from tis the damn season by TS)

warnings: asshole wonwoo, heavy angst, unrequited love

a/n: idk why i felt so angsty today but this is what came out of it! reminder it’s all fiction; enjoy!

“you’re distracted,” wonwoo grunts out, dark eyes dropping to your face in accusation. how he noticed despite your hips moving in tandem with his, you’re not sure.

“no im not,” you lie, tangling a hand in his short hair. “keep going.”

wonwoo continues to thrust into you, head hanging down. you gently scratch at his scalp, dragging your hand through his hair down to his neck, and can’t help when your mind starts to drift again. this isn’t going to last beyond tonight, and then you’ll be tossed away, forgotten until another holiday rolls around and he remembers you exist.

“this isn’t working,” he grumbles, hips stopping. your eyes fly up to his face, landing upon an agitated expression adorning his face. you reach out for him, towards his cheek, but he ducks his head out of the way, and you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. “if you didnt want to have sex tonight, you could have said that.”

“it’s not that, i just…” you trail off and look down at where he’s nestled inside of you. the sight doesn’t turn you on as much as you’d like, and obviously wonwoo senses that because he starts pulling out of you, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. “wonwoo, wait!” you reach for him, but he unsheathes himself from you and quickly gets off of your bed, seemingly putting miles of distance between the two of you.

“it’s fine, y/n,” he says in a tone that contradicts his statement, pulling on his boxers and jeans. you start to panic when he grabs his tshirt, and you quickly sit up and cover yourself with your sheets. he can’t leave yet, not until you get a chance to say your piece, until you get an answer.

“wonwoo,” you call, voice quiet to hide the anxiety bubbling in your stomach and chest.

“what?” his tone makes you cringe and makes you want to crawl under the sheets and hide. you gnaw on your bottom lip and watch as he shrugs on his tshirt, turning his back to you. wonwoo takes a breath and runs his hand through his hair. “what, y/n?” his voice is much softer, but the damage is already done.

you’ve annoyed him and you know it, but you can’t let him leave without having a proper conversation. “are you gonna call?” your voice is hoarse, hardly above a whisper, and you hate how pathetic you sound. and you hate how honest his answer is, after seconds of silence: “i don’t know.” not even a maybe.

your heart only crumbles more (if that’s even possible), and you slump against your pillows. “how long are we going to do this?”

another sigh leaves his mouth this time, and you’re sure you’ve really done him in. “i don’t know, y/n. how long do you want to keep doing this?”

“i don’t know.”

“what do you want from me?”

the problem with the question is that you know exactly what you want and need from him. but he can’t give you that, and the both of you know it. it’s why you stick to being his just for a few days out of the year, why you don’t ask much of him while he’s around. you take what you can get from him, even if it’s not enough in the grand scheme of things.

you look across the room at him and his face morphs from frustration into pain; pity. “you know i can’t be that for you,” hearing him say it out loud makes it more real, more true, and it makes you feel like falling apart more than you already do. “you deserve someone better, y/n, someone that can be that and more. but i can’t.”

“i know.”

you’ve always known it, since you were kids. and you figure that’s the problem; you and wonwoo dated for a little under two years as teenagers, and then he went off to be an idol, and you went off to college. you tried long distance, but it was short lived, the breakup happening in under two months. the first time you two interacted after that was during the winter holiday break. he called you first, telling you he was in town for awhile, and asked if he could see you. of course you said yes, thinking you two would rekindle the flame of your previous relationship. and it worked out while he was there; you two practically dated again for those few short weeks you two were home for the holidays, but somebody always has to leave first.

it was wonwoo again. you tried to be tough, for him, for you, but it killed you to watch him leave after having those weeks of bliss with each other. you knew it was never going to work out between you two again, never the way it had. and you knew that when he called you a few days after he left, you should’ve told him that you two were better off as friends. instead, you said nothing of the sort, and when it was your spring break he happened to have time off, and that’s where this little arrangement started. you stupidly agreed to it, knowing it killed you every time you saw him and knew you couldn’t have him the way that you wanted—but he always got you how he wanted.

“i’m gonna head out,” wonwoo says softly, running a hand through his hair and pushing himself off of the wall. stay, you want to scream, but you know better.

all you can do is sit helplessly on your bed and watch him as he quickly gathers his things and pulls on his jacket. your pulse quickens when he walks over to the bed, stopping short a few inches from you. he hovers and you close your eyes, bracing yourself for something. you expect a kiss on your cheek or forehead, but neither come and he instead plucks his phone from your nightstand. “i’ll, uh, see you around,” he says halfheartedly. you almost laugh out loud because you feel like you might cry.

wonwoo walks across the room to your bedroom door. he pulls it open and stops, glancing over in your direction. you meet his gaze with watery eyes, and the look he gives you is confirmation enough that this will be the last time you two will be in the same room for a long time. you know it’ll be for the best, but it hurts all the same.

he hangs his head and slips out of your bedroom without another word, quietly shutting your door. you listen as he walks through your apartment, holding your breath until you hear the front door open and close, the finale of the story of you two.

[astralnymphh]

Domestic!Ellie would 100% cry if she felt the baby kick for the first time while snuggling the reader

ohh definitely. ♡ ellie feels that little daisy soft flutter thrum through her fingertips and delights in a gasp, "holy shit, babe—" bona fide surprise impulsing her hand to swipe the scope of your underbelly all excitedly. a cottony susurrus light on the ears as she shuffles down the bed to press her ear to it, thicket of her pretty chestnut locks laying messy and just beckoning your fingers to tangle in the strands amidst her close–and–personal visit with her soon to be baby. her cheek is rosy warm when it smushes kindly upon it, flattening as she murmurs, "he's kicking, holy fuck he's kickin'." and next thing you know a wet droplet pools between the wedge of her face n' your belly, making you snort and curl curious, "els', baby— are you crying again?" sweeping the crest of her bangs over to her ear, tucking.

"no m'not." she claims in contrast to the sharp sniffle you caught just now, the toasty contact of her big head rising from the flesh globe she so dearly wanted to compress her face nose–first against and interview like a talkshow host, "just.. got something in my eyelid." literally flicking a finger under her eye to wipe the tears. a thousand questions, she could utter to that baby. that mere belly. utterly, it would render her bearings gone and her eyelids genuinely welled with something pure that she could not gauze a dam over. ♡

little did she know, bearings would abide the weakest of her worries— and therefore hours later, when shut lids and a still running movie lulled you to pivotal rest, unaware of her very much awake and enlightened brain, ellie would slip down that unkempt mattress and stoop an ear upon your swollen waist again and, "hear that? 'ts a dinosaur, my favorite. gonna' be yours too when you get a little bigger and don't have the attention span of a chimpanzee, and.. maybe when you don't scream like one. haha."

this is definitely going in the official headcanons ♡

(instagram image from ellies.broken.heart)

[jaegersolstice]

Heyyyy, i noticed your post about getting your creative juices flowing and tbh same. Burnout as a writer or artist sucks. Btw your writing is really good.

Can I request a soft fluffy moment of gojo being worried about fem!reader? Like she's on her period and is cranky and in pain. If you want to of course.

hii anon, tysm for the kind words! ive been writing so much for school so it’s been kinda hard, but i enjoyed writing this even if it was kinda short! i hope both of us recover from our burnouts soon, but also take this time to rest and regroup.

a/n: i kind of wrote gojo as a bit more annoying than requested 😭 but i hope you enjoy :))

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“having a nice nap on the floor, sweet girl?”

you’re sure that you’re gonna explode by the time satoru returns home. and so when he finds you, crumpled up on the ground in front of his king-bed, you can’t help but frown up at him.

because you love him, you really do, but sometimes (like now) you want to grab him by the paintbrush head and shake him stupid.

“missed me? or did you just decide to act like a little catapiller and—“

“i don’t care, ‘m not hungry, i don’t wanna watch that stupid show with you and i don’t—“ you begin to grumble before you break off into a quince, hands coming around your waist as you roll onto your back, tangling yourself in your blanket and forcing you to look straight into satoru’s stupidly blue eyes.

hands in his pockets, adorning a lopsided grin, he crouches down next to you, eyes darting across your face before he slips an arm under your lower back.

“ah, that’s what it is, hm?” he hums, slipping his legs under your head and sneaking a hand in your sleep shorts, fingers resting right above your abdomen.

“‘ts when my girl gets the most angry at me, i shoulda known,” he presses lightly, massaging your aching muscles and your body immediately relaxes, head falling deeper into his comfortable thighs.

“mmm, feels really good ‘toru…”

“shh, i know, i know it does,” he leans over you, placing a featherlight kiss onto your forhead, “next time you aren’t feeling well let me know, kay? i have to take care of you, sweets.” you snuggle impossibly deeper into him, lightly shaking your head at his words.

“didn’t wanna bother you ‘toru,” you whisper, feeling a new drowsiness wash over your lightly aching body.

“a bother? never, sweets. never.”

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi tries his best to make sure the room is as dark as you like during your first time together.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, this is vvv heavily inspired by a scene in the yamada-kun at lvl999 manga that was just so very nagi-coded to me! hint at inexperienced nagi + reader wants the room to be dark, just a lil awkward moment :3 ! note: i had to write this for him or i was gonna die <3

you feel so good beneath him, nagi thinks as your hands tangle in his hair — nails grazing along the revealed skin of his back as he pushes you deeper into the pillows beneath you with every press of his lips with yours. he’s breathing deep as his tongue lavs and grazes along your own, his large body inbetween your spread thighs as he paws and grabs at your waist to pull you closer.

“wait!” you hesitate suddenly and it’s immediate the way he pulls back at your words despite the way he’s all soft pants and flushed to his bare chest. this sort of intimacy was new to him, he’d never had a woman in his apartment never mind in his bed and you’re so fucking pretty, you’re bare and he’s only left in his sweats but maybe he’s moving a little fast.

“uh..” nagi begins as you send him a starry eyed look, your body hidden underneath his comforter so only your collarbones and top of your chest are visible. “do you wanna stop?” maybe he did something wrong, he didn’t want to make you uncomfy or maybe he was getting too ahead of himself.

“don’t you think it’s a little bright still?” your words are quiet and he thinks you’re so cute when you avert your eyes away from him, your hands twisting tightly into the comforter underneath your palms as you try to hide more of your revealed skin. his eyes swipe along your features, across your collarbones and the skin that he’s craving to map out with his lips as he lets your question roll around in his head.

“eh, i turned off all the lights like you asked.” nagi tilts his head as his bangs swipe along his flushed cheeks — a little confused to what you mean as you nuzzle yourself deeper into his sheets, peeking out with puffed cheeks as he looks over you.

“whys your apartment so bright, seishiro?! it’s still super bright in here!” adorable, he thinks you’re adorable despite the way he’s a little confused as to what’s happening right now. he pushes himself back onto his knees and he lets his drowsy gaze look around the room as he squints into the dim lighting.

“really? what a pain, i can barely see you though.”

“liar! you’re moving like you can see everything!” you grumble with your words before you’re burying yourself under the comforter and nagi scratches awkwardly at the back of his neck before he sighs, a little unsure what to say as he lets the silence blanket you both.

“over there! it’s your desk, the light source!” your hand points out from underneath the fabric and he lets his head tilt over his shoulder as he looks at his computer. the led lights on his keyboard and mouse still glow and the wallpaper on his desktop is pretty bright. “why do you even have that? its so bright!”

“eh? it’s cool though.” nagi mumbles as he shrugs his shoulder but he still finds himself getting up to turn it off when you mumble about it. the room becoming even dimmer than before when the bright colours finally fall dark.

“‘s this better?” he asks as he squints in the direction he knows his bed is in before you sound out a yes and he takes a careful step. “ah, i can’t see now though. don’t you think ‘ts bothersome? i wanna see you.” his question is spoken through a pout before it’s followed by a soft little ow when he trips over what he can only assume is a cable, but it brings him down hard to the base of his bed atleast — like he’s just accidentally reached the goal.

“are you okay, sei?” you sound after a few moments of awkward silence, your fingers finally finding nagi’s as he kneels at the end of the bed — lifting his head to look at you as he groans. he can’t see you completely, but he can feel the way the sheets move with your figure and he wants nothing more than to replace them with the press of him instead.

“yup, ‘m fine. ah, my eyes adjusted to the dark though.” it only takes a few moments and he still thinks you’re cute when he can finally see the way your lips jut up into a pout — a little taken back by how quick he seems to adapt.

“already!? what is with you gamers?”

“eh, dunno.. super powers i guess.” but now he’s here, back where he started as nagi lets himself rest infront of you — careful hands pressing past the fabric that covers your figure before he exhales with the first warm touch of your skin against his.

“can i kiss you more now, please?” it’s hesitant as he looks at you but you still seem to melt into him so easily before you nod and his lips are back on yours. his kiss feels like it burns you in the best way and his lungs quake with his next trembling exhale when your thighs wrap around his hips — pulling him closer until he’s got you caged against the mattress and his bare chest presses tight against your own.

nagi gasps as he presses himself into you and it’s clumsy the way he pulls back to mouth at your throat — his hands pushing and palming at the remaining fabric separating you both. he’s still new to this, a little embarrassed at his lack of experience maybe, but he’s never had someone say his name like you do in the moments his intimate skin finally presses against yours and he’s never been so motivated to learn as he suckles messy kisses down your body.

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[eggroll-sama]

Question: if the TS Cast existed in the real world, what nationality do you think they’d be?

This is my headcanon:

*A lot of it is based off of food they like 💀💀💀 but bare with me. This idea has been brewing in my mind a lot and I gotta get it out there.

Ais: Japanese. I think this is the most obvious one. The Shinto gates, the red oni horns, he drinks green tea, the yukata he wears. Also there’s a possibility that Ocudeus was inspired by the ancient Japanese kraken called Akkorokamui of Ainu, but that’s just my prediction. I also see him as a Wasian. Maybe I’m projecting my biracialness hehe.

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Leander: German. This one I’m a little “???” on but he’s a heavy drinker and I know beer is an iconic beverage in Germany. Legal drinking age is also 14 with adult supervision. Also according to this by the amazing @eridiasangel, Leander likes hashbrowns, and potato is a staple food in Germany. Then there’s the magic flowers symbolism and it reminds of the movie Tangled inspired by the German folktale.

Kuras: Egyptian or Iraqi! I’m basing this off his design choice, but also Eridia is heavily inspired from Arabian/Islamic architecture so if we assume Kuras was the “founding father” of Eridia, than I think it’s safe to assume he is of that descent irl. There’s also the House of Knowledge in Egypt and House of Wisdom in Baghdad so it fits him perfectly.

Edit: thanks to anon who informed me Arabian is actually an ethnolinguistic group!! 👍

Mhin: Chinese. I’m basing this off of this TS post. Many people think it’s the Chinese food, Tang Yuan. Other than that I’m kinda 🧍‍♀️on this one. I could also see them being European cuz they give gothic, Victorian vibes.

Edit: also their name reminds me of the Chinese name, Min, which means “quick” and “clever”

Vere: I am really stuck on Vere, but I have to say Filipino maybe Taiwanese cuz it’s canon he likes Fruit Oolong Tea.

What do you guys think? Do you agree or have another nationality in mind for them?