#tempest wind

[greetingfromthedead]

Desire (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: Plot? What plot?... just porn. The quiet, sweet ones tend to hide a different side too...

Series: Tempest Wind, but made to work as a oneshot

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Teasing, Flirting, Biting, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Hand Jobs, Creampie, Grinding

Word count: 3.2k

Author's Note: It's V-day. single or not, you'll always be Vash's valentine so here ya go, have another demo from Tempest Wind. You as a community picked this one! If you like this, check out the other demos and I'm posting daily chapters of the series! You'll find all the info about the series in the Masterlist.

Vash has been so consumed with worry and thoughts for the past few days that even his chatter has boiled down to planning, and for once, you can call him the worrywart like he has done to you many times before. It did coax out a light laugh from him, but he went right back to his talk of strategy and what the bandits could be planning and doing. He has drawn up a little map for himself where he has marked out roughly the locations of settlements, their names, and which ones have already been hit by the bandits.

You had told him to go to bed and get some sleep, but instead he has gone into planning mode once again under his blanket while you were looking out over the desert, trying to catch a glimpse of any car headlights. The radio plays as he tracks his pencil along the makeshift map. He tries to listen for more hints on where the bandits could be, but there is no news from this area. A few robberies have happened further south towards May, but they are nowhere near as frequent as in the northern area. 

He is so consumed by his thoughts, and it worries you, so you hatch a plan to get his mind off things. If he's not going to sleep, then you will occupy him in different ways.

You stand over him for a moment as he lays on his stomach, his fingers laced into his hair as he stares at his notes. He doesn't even seem to notice you there. He is so used to you and so trusting of you that as long as you're keeping watch, his guard is down. You kneel onto your own mattress that is right next to his, and before he even turns his head, you're under his blanket.

"Won't you stop worrying so much?" Your voice is low in his ear as your hand pulls his out of his hair.

"I just... I don't want to leave you alone; I don't want to be away from you." His voice is sad as he sighs. He sounds so pathetic to himself, but to you, he can admit that.

"You won't come up with a better plan. After all, this is my idea, and I am always right." Your voice is quiet as you place a light kiss on his cheek. "It's only for a little bit."

His head turns to meet yours, a slight smile on his lips, yet his eyes are still sad.

"Even a little bit is too much."

"You'll get over it." You pull his face closer to kiss his lips, a tender and soft kiss locking your mouths together. 

You feel him adjusting, turning to his side, his hand closest to you finding your waist, and it makes him freeze. He pulls away from you, looking into your mischievous eyes before trailing down your face and neck. He lifts the blanket a bit to peek underneath, and a deep crimson hue comes over his ears and face as you keep a close look on his expression.

"What's wrong?" you ask, amused.

"Where are your clothes?" His eyes meet yours again, and you see that somewhere deep, the awkwardness is overtaken by desire. Usually, he is the one undressing you.

"Somewhere over yonder," you say with a smirk as you let the blanket fall off your shoulder, revealing more of your skin to him. Vash has to swallow before your lips find his again; this time he is a lot hungrier.

His lips part with yours, his tongue pushing into the cavity of your mouth. You feel his hand  move down your body, giving your thigh a squeeze before sneaking over your body. His fingertips start to push into the space between your legs, but you swat him away.

You click your tongue disapprovingly, and he pulls away with a surprised expression, clearly not expecting your denial.

"Your clothes are bothering me. Get up and take them off," you smirk, and Vash could swear you look so devious you could be the Devil for all he knows.

Still, he doesn't let you tell him twice as he gets on his feet, towering over you by your feet as you turn onto your back, your hands propping you up, the edge of the thin blanket sliding onto your stomach. Your eyes are nailed on him as he takes off his coat, shirt, and glove, revealing his scarred skin. He moves down to undo his belt, and he seems hurried and flustered, the redness still not completely gone.

"Does it make you nervous when I watch?" Your voice is still silky smooth.

He starts to answer, but it seems like his mind is wiped clean as he sees your knees move apart under the blanket, his eyes nailed to your lower half. This is uncharted territory for him; you haven't swept him up and away quite like this before.

"What is it? You want a treat already?" You smirk. "Your job is only half done, and you already want a peek?"

You could swear you saw his knees buckle for a moment as one of your hands reaches down to grab the blanket.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" You pull the blanket from your knees so he can clearly see your bent and spread legs, but you keep the rest covered by the blanket between them.

Vash springs back to life, pulling off his belt and throwing it aside before undoing his pants and pushing off his boots and socks. He stands in his underwear, watching over you.

"What if I have requests?" He has definitely found his footing again, an edge to his voice as his eyes burn up.

"I will fill your every desire, but first you will have to strip down completely." You smile wickedly as you gaze into his eyes.

You keep looking up even as he pushes down his underwear; only after he straightens up again do you look down to measure him and then look back.

"Spread your legs wider for me." You hear his request as he comes closer and lowers himself down. You do as he asks, your bent legs taking a wider stance.

"Good girl," his voice is husky as he touches your leg, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh, starting from the knee and moving closer to your warm and wet core. His hands stroke your skin, moving up until they pull away the blanket, letting him place his lips in the center as his hands push your thighs even further apart. His tongue is exploring the folds and tasting your arousal.

"Oh, fuck..." you moan as your head already falls back. He knows you well; he has his own little tricks he uses on you; every millimeter is measured and known. He could have you shaking uncontrollably within a minute, but that really isn't his style. He carefully inches you closer to your edge, waiting till your whole back is arched and moans escape your mouth. His fingers move into your cavity, pressing against your walls, giving you a whole different stimulus to focus on as he pulls his lips back.

"You like this, love?" His voice is quiet as he looks up from between your legs.

"You know-ooooh-I do.... ooh... ohhh," your moans getting louder and longer as his fingers touch you in every way that makes you gush. "Oh, Vash..."

"Your voice really is music, baby," he hums, placing a few kisses on the inside of your thigh again. "So what now, darling?"

"Ah, fuck!" He keeps you hovering on the edge, the inferno burning in your core, waiting to release all the tension. "God, you make me feel so... ah, so good... Get me there."

"Where?" his kisses getting closer to his fingers again.

"Make me cum, Red, oooh!" You can't arch any further; your legs spread as wide as they go. "Please!"

His tongue goes back to the swollen bundle of nerves, as his digits are still pleasuring you from the inside. It only takes him a few pressured licks to have you reach your limits. He feels you contract against his skin, your lungs letting out a loud moan sounding like his name. The mess you have already made amuses him as he gives you a few more teasing touches and feels you twitch under his fingers.

"You really are a demon." You breathe heavily, your head still falling backwards. "You know me too well."

He ignores your comments as he moves up your body. He leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your stomach and breasts, moving up to your neck until your back is pressed onto the mattress. Vash reaches over to turn off the radio that is conveying the latest news.

"I only want to hear you," his lips say by your ear, and you feel him against you, his tip touching your wetness. You try reaching out for it, but now it's Vash taking your hands and pinning them both with his prosthetic above your head. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and it takes you by surprise.

His other hand moves down to run his tip between your folds before pressing it against your opening. Your breathing is still fast as you wait with anticipation. You see the smirk on his lips as he slowly lowers himself into you. He starts off slow, but the last of him nearly slams into you. A moan escapes you as you adjust to his girth, and he pulls away just a little bit, but he doesn't start moving like you expected.

"Please..." You try reaching his lips with yours, but he denies you. "I want more..."

Your hips try to get the stimulation you're looking for, but you're too pinned under him, barely able to move along his length. Dissatisfied noises escape you, as even rolling your hips doesn't get you much closer.

"Please... give me more..." You bite your lip. "This was my idea... How did I end up being the one being teased?"

"So whiny..." he smiles. "What do you want?"

He bites your earlobe, and you let out a slight yelp.

"Fuck me!" you nearly growl by his ear. This gets his hips moving again, pulling almost all the way out, and you feel every vein and pump of his tease your insides. He only gets a few calm thrusts in before he sets a frantic tempo.

"You're so tight and warm," he whispers into your ear. "So wet."

You feel him pounding deep into you, the pleasure tingling up your stomach. You are completely at his mercy as he pins you under him, your hands tightly between his and the ground. Your legs hovering in the air above him. Your moans sound out together. He quickly has you arching from pleasure again, your body already looking for the last push that he won't give you yet. You know your insides are dripping for him; the arousal and pleasure make you go feral. You see his overwhelming pleasure in his eyes as he pulls nearly completely out, only to dive as deep as before. His whole length is trying to fit into you, pushing against you with every thrust. You clench up a bit, and immediately his excitement grows further. 

All you can think about is him, his rough body against your skin, the way his lips feel, his breath, his voice, and his moans. The way he calls out your name due to the pleasure fills you with butterflies even now. The night would be filled with colors if they burst out of your chest. Vash makes you feel things you previously thought were impossible. The whole world feels vibrant, painted in colors of red, orange, and yellow like your desire for him.

He lets go of your hands and raises into a kneeling position. He catches your legs and pushes them against your chest; you're flat on the ground again. He uses his prosthetic to pin down both of your legs, their closeness making you even tighter. He might be good at keeping you on the verge, but chasing his own climax is a different story. The arousal has been filling his mind since the moment he noticed your naked body. Seeing you squirming because of the overwhelming pleasure he brings forth does unspeakable things to him, and his fingers find your clit again as he keeps pushing deep into you. Your fingers grab onto the sheets as he gives you the last little push and makes you cum hard around him. Your tightly clenching walls spell the end of this round for him too, as he fills your insides with a few more slow thrusts. His brow is sweaty as both of you come down from your high.

He releases the pressure on your legs and leans them against his shoulders as he leans back. He pushes his sweaty hair out of his face by running his fingers through it as he still catches his breath. Your insides tingle, and you move your grabby hands onto your breasts, giving them a squeeze as you come down from your high. The calmness is only physical; your desire still burns in your soul, and so does his. His hand runs up and down your leg as he looks into your eyes.

"You're beautiful; this look suits you," he says over his panting and leans closer, your legs sliding down his sides again. He comes close enough to kiss you, and you feel him move, still inside you. His lips lock with yours, hungry yet soft.

"I love you," you whisper through the kiss as best you can as your nails move onto his back.

His kisses move to your neck, and he talks through his nips and licks.

"I could never get enough of you. You're mine... I'm yours..." His voice is low but loud enough for you to hear.

It makes you clench around him again, and you feel your mixed releases flow down your crack. His words arouse you further. You know you feel the same, but hearing such things out of his mouth does something else.

"I love your blush. The rosy tone... the heat of your skin." His kisses move down your body, making his lower half pull away till you're left yearning for him to fill you again. It feels wrong, like you're missing a piece of yourself. His hands feel your body, and he leaves you tingling all over.

"Shouldn't it be my turn now?" You look at him as his lips touch your belly button and his hands track along your hips.

"No, you said you would fill my every desire." His fingers touch the ample wetness between your thighs. His answer is so resolute that it leaves no room for arguments.

"Again... this was my idea, and you choose to tease me instead..." You enjoy his touch as his fingers press lightly into your skin.

"Alright... I'll let you, but only if you turn around for a bit." His eyes look dangerously sharp in the dim light of the gas burner. "On your hands and knees."

"I wanna hear you beg." You push yourself onto your elbows again to look at him.

"You're not in a position to make demands," he says, slightly amused as he pushes two fingers into your cavity.

"Ah, fuck!" he takes you by surprise. "Dammit... when did you get like this?"

You may be complaining, but in reality, this makes you very hot and bothered. You lift your leg over him, the fingers slipping out again, as you turn onto your stomach and support your body up. You're about to turn towards him, thinking you know what he had in mind, but he slaps your ass.

"No need to move. This is good... Actually..." You look over your shoulder to see him sit down, and he beckons you closer, and you comply, slowly and teasingly moving to his side, your lips begging for a kiss as you're close enough.

He smiles a crooked smile as he kisses you on the lips, his hand closest to you stroking over your back. His lips part, and you're ready for more, but his hand presses down and guides you to lay on his lap, his hand giving another hard spank before sliding in between your legs.

"You're mean!" You moan with your ass up, "In the best way possible..."

"Open your legs," he says as he strokes up and down your crack and spreads your cheeks.

As soon as your knees part, his other hand moves under your body to find your clit, his fingers glide effortlessly over it due to the slick, and it immediately starts to feel overwhelmingly good. He strokes your parts, palm against your swollen bits. Your deep breaths quickly turn into moans and whines. His free hand keeps you in place as you start to squirm. He watches your body twist from the pleasure; the hand keeping you where you are moves; the fingers slide into your slit, jerking roughly and pushing you further, but not far enough.

"Aaaaah!" you scream out as you squirm to his touch. He pulls out his fingers, only leaving his other hand stroking against your clit. You feel his fingers move slightly up and draw circles against the back entrance, but you're so consumed by the pleasure that you barely notice it.

"Let me fuck you!" you pant out as your fingers grab onto the blanket.

"Not yet. Cum first," you hear the amusement in his voice; he is clearly enjoying this, your helplessness contrasting with your headstrong nature.

"Make me!" you shout desperately as he keeps you on the verge. "Give me more!"

He listens to your plea as his finger glides into your lubed ass, making you gasp. He has been there before, but not in quite such a position. The hand on your clit presses down harder as he fingers you, and it doesn't take half a minute for you to be screaming his name into the night with your legs uselessly twisting.

"Oh..." you press out between the panting, "I've had it with your unpunished teasing. Now it's my turn."

"You can't even stand," he laughs, putting one hand on your shaking thigh.

"I don't need to." You push up and grab hold of his shoulder. You roughly press him onto his back before climbing on. You see him rock hard again and, for a moment, consider your options, but you have been pushed too far, your mind clouded by the desire and just how well he knows you. He's an excellent lover, always paying attention and learning your every quirk.

You pull up, pinning his member between your bodies and starting to grind on it. The texture quickly starts to pull deep breaths out of him. His hands hold on to your legs as you move up and down the length of him.

"Love..." His eyes are closed as he enjoys you. "I won't last like this..."

"Don't worry, Red, I will make you last." Your hands glide over his chest. "Look at me. I want to see your pretty eyes."

You keep going, looking into his blue eyes, till you see his desperation reach its limits, only then you change things up and sink him in, taking his length and rolling your hips, giving him different, lighter stimulation. Your gentleness only lasts long enough to let him slightly cool off, and then it is replaced by you riding him like a tomas, making sure to edge him more than once before letting him empty himself into you again. His load dripping down the lower halves of both of you.

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[toxictwyla]

Here is a theory I kept secret but then I realized this is my blog and I can say whatever I want, regardless of how nuts it sounds.

If Wind really is a psychic, since in the first draw he and Flame looked to be talking into each other's heads

If this is carried over, then my theory is this:

Wind is Tatsumaki and Fubuki's older brother.

Why the hell would I make this claim? Well, (possible) psychic, green hair, looks like Fubuki in the face, and of course, most importantly, weather themed codename 'Gale Wind', like 'Terrible Tornado'/'Blizzard of Hell'

Just an idea I had. Take what you will.

[awkward-sultana]

Muhteşem Yüzyıl: Kösem AU: Sehzade Iskender & Turhan Sultan AU (requested by @lavenderaey)

[its-mekjt]

can't get to sleep because dorym is finally canon, and I've been watching it whenever i remember. yes, this did include at the student bar when I was about to sing casual by mother chappell roan at karaoke

[julibellule]

Wisp in the Tempest

Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 17k • Rated.M

Julie leans in, oblivious to the earthquake rumbling beneath Crowley's surface.

“And you didn’t want an English name?”

He doesn’t answer. But his body does. A subtle shift. A shallow breath that catches. A flicker of something unspoken pressing at the edges of his jaw.

He’s usually so good at hiding it—but not now. Not like this. He’s raw, hormonal, and running on fumes. The exhaustion hangs off him like a sodden cloak, dragging at everything he is, seeping into the cracks he can no longer patch.

Julie tries again, gentler now. “Is the father British?”

That one hurts. Bad. Blue eyes and light. A love so terrifyingly vast it nearly undid him. Aziraphale’s ghost-smile flickers behind his eyelids, brief and unbearable.

The throb in his head fades, only to be replaced by something worse—a familiar ache blooming in his chest, deep and tender and raw.

He doesn’t speak. He can’t. The words don’t exist for what he feels: this grief-splintered pain, this bittersweet snarl of love and loss and the unthinkable beauty of his daughter’s existence.

So he tightens his eyes shut and says nothing.

-Chap.07 - Into the Wind-

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[bluboiart]

MONSTER HUNTER: KUSHALA DAORA

Kushala’s scales are metallic making it highly durable. He controls furious tempest winds that while sling the strongest hunters across the land.

I drew in procreate

[exodus-au]

Introducing the self-made hero - Tempest

Tempest, the youngest hero of our team, is a member of the Tida species. An aquatic species from the planet Tides. When he went on an adventure to save his sister when he was much younger. He proved himself a brave warrior of his home planet.

He's a bit of a trouble maker, but does understand the importance of a serious conversation. He enjoys a conversation and is very enthusiastic about his adventures.

Equipped with two Tr1 Whips. He has the most mobile style of combat out of the group. often performing flips and dodges, closing space very quickly to remove threats as soon as possible. He often thinks with his weapons before asking questions.

Even though they are not of the same species, he thinks of Skipper as a brother. During the timeshift wars, when the war finally made its way to Tides after a long absence from the conflict, he was trapped. He was going to fall to the forces of darkness when Skipper, with the help of his platoon at the time, came and saved him. The two are now inseparable when they are together.

Notes

Part of the Tida species

The youngest of the team

Enjoyes causing trouble, but knows when to stop

Fastest swimmer, has won competitions

Best friends with Iris - A member of the council of Eight

Weapons - The Tr1 Whips

Has a very mobile combat style, he uses flips as much as possible, holds one backwards and one forwards

Arm Fins of the Tida species (Males have 4, females have 2) allow them to swim great distances as they have individual fins that propel them forward.

'Related' to Skipper

Over toga worn above water.

Swimming clothing fits tightly around the legs and arms.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

He and Skipper are brothers by bond, not blood, saved by Skipper when the war reached Tides

Just a lil guy

[sizextramedium]

[kannedia]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 10 - Stable

Asel was all of six years old when she saw a Carbuncle for the first time.

"Mom! Dad! What is that?"

The sun was high and the sky was clear that day. It was a wonderful day, though if one were to ask the young Au Ra all days when her parents brought her into the city were wonderful.

Her mother, Maral, chuckled as she looked down at her daughter Asel. She had one tiny hand in hers and the other was pointed at the summoned creature.

Her father, Kiran, stopped and leaned down to speak to her face-to-face. He was smiling softly. "That's a Carbuncle, dearling."

"They're creatures composed of both ambient and their Summoner's aether," Maral explained as she noticed the confused look on Asel's face. "They help in the Summoner's day-to-day tasks."

"Incredible! It's so pretty! Do you think I could do that?" Asel was looking at both of them eyes wide with awe.

Maral and Kiran exchanged a glance. They knew their daughter. It was entirely possible that she would.

---

A small orb of aether formed in Asel's palm before flickered into and out of existence for a few odd seconds then guttered out. She grumbled bitterly before turning her attention back to her notes.

She was ten. Had been ten for the past month. And had spent the last month near feverishly looking over the beginner's tome her parents had bought her.

The math had not been as difficult as she thought it would be. It was the control that was causing her trouble. The conceptualization as her studies phrased it.

Her mother said she was being hasty in her expectations. Asel on the other hand, had the feeling if she didn't keep to her studies she wouldn't summon her first Carbuncle until she was an adult too.

---

Asel was actually fourteen when she summoned her Carbuncle for the first time. It was a wispy thing. A barely stable form on light and aether that she could only get to last for half a minute at most.

Still, it was a start and it was beautiful.

She would have to thank her father again when he finished work. He had been giving her lesson on aether manipulation, on her asking, since she was twelve.

It had still surprised him when he saw it for the first time. Her mother just grinned and gave her a hearty pat on the back.

---

"Ariel! Get. Off. My. Desk."

Asel's Carbuncle stared back at her like a curious kitten. It had its left paws on her textbook and the right ones on her homework. If not for her frustration, she would just be grateful that it wasn't smudging the ink.

Her first corporeal and stable summoning of the impish creature was when she was sixteen. Her mother and father were happy for her and they had paella for dinner.

It had only lasted five minutes at the time. With practice and a year of careful study, it made the trip to school with her every morning. Asel could only wonder how much further she could go.

"If I'm going to become a capable adventurer then we're going to have to work on our teamwork," Asel stated with a sigh as she shooed Ariel off her desk. It scampered off to her bed and rested on her pillow. "I wonder if all Carbuncles are like this."

[urbestestwindgod]

Hello

What's your name?

( @that-one-iris-kid )

god of the tempest aeolus hippotades :D

[greetingfromthedead]

It has been one year...

It has been exactly one year since my Trigun brainrot got unbearable and I sat down to start my first fanfiction for this magnificent piece of media. 25th November 2023 was the day I went for a walk in the snowy forest near my home and I wasn't even halfway done with the hike when I thought "yeah, as soon as I get home, I will sit down and start". And the Vash x F!Reader series Tempest Wind was born.

It was going to be a quick project to put down the insistent thoughts and ideas in my head, but it turned into a monster of an undertaking (by my personal standards at least). 84 chapters. ~166k words. The whole series contains more than half the words of my other published Trigun work combined. I tried to write one chapter (about 1.8k words) each day and for the most part I succeeded, occasionally writing even 3 or 4, very rarely skipping a day entirely. Compared to now, it is insane to me, I can generally barely churn out 3k words in a week.

I learned and discovered so much as a writer while working on this series, starting out as someone who hadn't written anything in years and ending up on the doorstep of the style of writing I have now. I think the beginning and end are worlds apart, but I am still so very proud of everything and while I have considered re-editing the chapters, I have decided to leave it as is, because it is a testament to how far I have come.

This series will be my darling for as long as I remain a part of this community. Other projects will come and go and I am very proud of almost everything I write, but Tempest Wind is special as without it, I might not be where I am now. I might have never learned what I did and I might never have started writing again.

To everyone who has read that series and perhaps it was the first fanfiction from me that you came across: Thank you for sharing this special milestone!

And to everyone who has come along later and perhaps hasn't read the series: You being here makes me very happy! Even if you haven't read this series and maybe you haven't read anything by me, I still appreciate you taking a moment to celebrate with me!

If you have not read Tempest Wind before, but got curious, I have a whole masterlist for it. If you feel a bit intimidated by the large number or chapters, you can simply tip your toe in my reading the few chapters-turned-oneshots that I have also listed in the masterlist (just scroll down past the chapter list): TEMPEST WIND MASTERLIST.

And if my early work doesn't tickle your fancy, perhaps something else from my MAIN MASTERLIST will.

Thank you all! I love you! ❤

-Sooty

[k-pop-lovers]

Top rated songs will compete for the best K-pop song of 1st quarter of 2025

[galleryofart]

Miranda - The Tempest

Artist: John William Waterhouse (English, 1849–1917)

Date: 1916

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Private collection

Description

In 1916 Waterhouse submitted three works to the Royal Academy: the group composition A Tale from the Decameron along with two single figure works "I am Half Sick of Shadows," said the Lady of Shalott and Miranda-The Tempest. As the titles suggest, Waterhouse had abandoned classical myths as subjects in favor of medieval and Renaissance narratives, often centering on a woman experiencing a revelation.

The Tempest is one of Shakespeare's most romantic plays, written late in his career, circa 1611; its original performance a year later coincided with the wedding of Elizabeth Stuart, the daughter of England's James I to Frederick, the Elector Palatine, later King of Bohemia.

As with many of Waterhouse's single-figure pictures of women, Miranda is a legendary, mystical woman withdrawn from the world, her future in peril. Miranda, her expression hidden from the viewer in three quarter profile, becomes a decorative object of dangerous beauty, her body surrounded by the violent bruised blue waves, the broken bits of Ferdinand's ship's mast suggesting the destructive, transformative power of love.

[awkward-sultana]

Magnificent Century: Kösem + Menekşe Mothering Mustafa & Dilruba (Requested by anonymous)

[ran-orimoto]

I don't know if you need to hear this or not, but screw your cribge feelings and give us that merman Junzumi AU.

🥹🥹🥹 Last year’s Mermay was a mess. I hate myself, but I said so many times I don’t need Mermay to draw my mer creatures. Ah Anon, 💕💕💕💕 I love mermaids so much and a man liking singing couldn’t escape from my … Embrace. Even if he sings opera 🧍🏻‍♀️. Imagine finding a merman darling singing opera. Chiaki is a soprano in my AU, so she sings opera too as a mermaid, I guess….?

Wwww THIS ASK MADE ME SO HAPPY. Remembering that trash💕💕💕💕💕💕.

[julibellule]

Wisp in the Tempest

Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 17k • Rated.M

Julie's questions keep firing like a machine gun possessed, relentless and bizarre, while Crowley slowly withers in place like a cursed houseplant.

“Speaking of which—would you hurt yourself if you jumped off the carriage, or would you fly off on your broom?”

Crowley can’t take it anymore. His entire being screams for sleep. His bones feel soaked in lead.

“I will throw you out of this carriage,” he snarls, the threat as limp as his brain, which fails him utterly in coming up with anything more creative.

“You know,” Béatrice says, with a glance so casual it might be weaponized, “I once read that golden-eyed beings were linked to fae legends. What do you think, Julie?”

Crowley jerks upright, scandalized.

“I thought you were supposed to be the sensible one!” he cries out, his voice rising in a shrill of pure, exhausted betrayal.

-Chap.07 - Into the Wind-

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