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[klonoadoortophantomile]

killing him with my mind (affectionate)

[baiwu-jinji]

TGCF author's notes translation

@/camilikha on twitter kindly provided links to TGCF author's notes and I translated the ones I find informative and interesting. See translations below:

chapter 58 notes: The second book is all about the overconfident Xie Lian with delusions of grandeur and the tender little flower (mxtx means kid Hua Cheng) and their diaries of the downfall of Xianle. Word count is undecided, I'm never accurate at estimating word counts anyway. It's just like the xianxia I write doesn't fit into your regular xianxia, the royalty I write doesn't fit into your regular fictional depictions of royalty - just the outlandish made-up worlds and social customs in the author's imagination...

chapter 60 notes: If we put Qi Rong in a modern context, we could say that he has bipolar disorder.

chapter 72 notes: about the chapter title "To Meet You in the Mortal Realm; to Find Flowers Beneath the Rain" - eventually I feel that "To Meet You" is more romantic than "To Meet Someone". Just think about it, "meeting you" is one of the most romantic things in the world.

chapte 80 notes: Of course (HC) won't give (XL) a handjob or help him [...], but Huahua's sexual awakening starts with this incident... (XL is seriously obssessed with martial arts combat!)

chapter 88 notes: Xie Lian never gets tanned, I envy him... I finally reached this place - in a dilapidated temple, a god about to be forgotten and a believer who's still young - this is the first mental image I have about this story, which drove me to wrote the story. I'm the kind of person who'd make up a whole book just to get to write a certain passage...

chapter 119 notes: Actually Huahua is just being naughty and wants to joke around playing dead, who'd have thought...

chapter 123 notes: So Black Water made his appearance long ago, he's been hanging around before your eyes all along. Wind Master never knew the real Mingyi, it's always been the same person before him - and before you readers. (Black Water) officially recognized as Best Actor of this story! I've been holding it a secret for so long and so has he, now I can finally let it out.

chapter 141 notes: If you heat up Huahua in the kiln, he'll grow bigger~

chapter 175 notes: "Hua Cheng! Your diary! We've read it all!!!"

chapter 229 notes: Huahua low-key sucking up to the elderly to make a good impression

chapter 242 notes: Why do you like to spook yourselves? - why on earth would there be such plots as (XL) waiting for another 800 years - too long, impossible! Happy ending is around the corner!

SVSSS is my first work so it has some exceptions that I won't discuss here, but MDZS and TGCF both only have one main couple. I said this repeatedly in the author's notes when MDZS was being serialized and in other places. As for Mo Xuanyu, he is a little gay dude but he died at the beginning of the story so he doesn't count as a serious character...It's fine to have headcanons you like as long as you don't seperate the main couple. But for me personally, my taste leans towards having only one gay couple in the story, and I have no plans to write about another secondary couple. I'm stating this to avoid some unnecessary disputes.

XL is good at making pickled vegetables. Because pickled vegetables are needed with steamed bun and rice porridge, so XL became quite experienced after practicing for hundreds of years. Also you can just leave the pickled vegetable by itself most of the time and let it undergo chemical reaction. XL mostly fail because he get inventive.

XL and Mu Qing chose the same path of cultivation and are both Daoists. But Feng Xin never studied under a master at the Holy Royal Pavillion so he's not a Daoist and simply a plebeian martial god, so he doesn't need to observe the celibacy rules like XL and Mu Qing.

My passion for inventing new dishes (or rather weapons) cooked by Xie Lian is only slightly less than my passion for making Huahua change into new clothes

Huahua often turn into human forms, in which he has two eyes, so you guys can stop counting the number of his eyes.

In the setting of this story, if you want to be a god,you need to be a human hero first, which means you need to be the best of the best among humans. Only heaven officials who ascended are real heaven officials and belong in the Upper Court. How do you ascend? Firstly it depends on your personal ability, you have to be outstanding in some aspect (such as martial arts or literary talents) to enter the path of ascension. Secondly it depends on luck, if you're extremely lucky and a favourite of fate, and just picked up some rare secret guides (to ascension) or immortal pills by the roadside, that works too. Officials in the Middle Court are appointed, which means someone in the Heavenly Realm could promote you to that position. But Middle Court officials have the opportunity to become a bona fide Upper Court official too if they're capable enough.

Black Water indeed owes Hua Cheng a huge sum of money and is a very impoverished Calamity, seriously lowering the income standard of the Calamities (although there're only three of them). But his debt isn't completely due to eating too much. As for the money Black Water owes, it's an ancient debt - 40% is the cost of buying gifts for heaven officials of Upper Court and planting agents there (bribery!), 30% is maintenance fee for his territory and expenses on pet food, the rest 30% is food (for himself).

Talismans are probably the equivalent of the business cards (of heaven officials)... "Hello this is my consecrated talisman" = "hello this is my business card"

You can't get rid of ghostly essence (which XL is tainted with because he spends too much time with HC) simply by brushing your teeth with plain water...you need to use consecrated spell water (which is super bitter and weird).

The weapon forged by a heaven official is called fabao (literally "dharma treasure"); if it's a weapon forged by mortal Daoists and monks, it's called faqi (literally "dharma tool") - only after their ascension can their weapons be called fabao.

In my imagination, Xianle ia the kind of small ancient kingdom that's overall culturally Han, but has peculiar customs...although I feel like what I wrote on Xianle is mostly just peculiar hahahaha [facepalm] [beat myself up]

Not only are the forms, customs, cultures, and politics of countries in this story made-up, the kind of arcane stuff like occult sciences and philosophical values are all made-up. Although I did research but the records I consulted are too difficult to understand, so I just made things up on my own. Please bear with me If you're knowledgable in this sort of thing hahaha.

Puqi refers to water chestnut.

Look up "Blood-Soaked Fire Social" (xue she huo) if you're interested, it exists in real life and is very thrilling. What I wrote is different from the traditional festival, there're some made-up elements to make it more exciting

[soulinheehee]

Okay hear me out I ahve been day dreaming of this kind of thing for many days and need to see how it would look written, So many ideas Fem!Siren! Reader x the fatui harbingers (Seperated ofc) OR Fem!Vampire! Reader x the fatui harbingers. Like how would they react at them the first sigth and what would they do to them. (Seperated again ofc.)

Harbingers with mystical creature reader

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘹 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

˚⁺‧ 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦: 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦), 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

˚⁺‧ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 😭

Arlecchino

Arlecchino is completely mesmerized by you. The desire to snatch you away was a thought that occupied her mind ever since she first saw you, so unique and charming in your every move and gesture. Did you cast your spell on her? Well, good for her, because Arlecchino doesn't want to ever let you go.

She would do anything to save as much of her homeland as possible, and that includes you as well, of course. When she brushes your hair behind your pointed ear, holding your waist close to her as she breathes in the fragrance of salty breeze from you, her mind is filled with the desire to keep.

Let your image live rent free in her mind, sing for her all day long, she doesn't mind. No, more likely, she wants you to. Cast your spell on her again and again, never let her forget about you, and don't betray her desire for you, because if you do... well, the Knave hopes you are aware of what happens to traitors.

Signora

Rosalyne was aware that the waters of Teyvat are dangerous, no matter whether you are in Fontaine, Inazuma or Natlan, something is always waiting to get its grip on an unlucky one.

But she was never afraid. What could she be afraid of, she thought. Until she heard a distant song during one of her sails to another country.

She rushed to the side of the ship, in a fruitless attempt to find the source of the voice that was so charming and magical. But the night's fog was just way too obscure, and no matter how hard she tried to get a look at you, she was unable, until the ship was way too far away from you. She prayed you could sing for her one more time if she passes by again.

Sandrone

Sandrone is a difficult one for you to be around. Finding you so exquisite, so beautiful. When she reverts her gaze to her other dolls, she feels devastated.

Such utter garbage, compared to you. The Marionette is so torn between two thoughts. She wants you as her doll, to be the prettiest one in her collection. But, what if her skill isn't enough? What if when she lands her hands on you, you would only lose your magic and become a typical, lifeless boring doll?

You are so ethereal in your deadly beauty no mortal could possess. Gentle, yet somehow sharp: the Marionette can't help but desire you, when she was squirming under you.

Columbina

The lasting scent of church incense won't ever leave Columbina. Her scent suffocates you, as if it had its hand around your neck, blocking any clear air from your lungs.

Being around Columbina only hurts you. You two are too different by your nature. It's as if she is made of all the things that were created to exterminate your kind. Yet, she keeps you with her.

Destroying you from the inside, any time her angelic hands touch you, you feel as if you are slowly decaying. It seems like your end will be quiet, as you are too weakened by her, each of her kisses serving as your countdown.

[scarlettsandmaroons]

slow motion love potion | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter six | chapter seven: full of cages

chapter summary: had she been intentionally haunting you, you wouldn't know. but for someone who doesn't think of you, she's been showing up more and more in your life. she's not just your professor who has it out for you, or the woman who's been haunting your dreams every night, she also live under the same roof as you now.

warnings: slight smut; masturbation, unedited; lots of typos, long.

a/n: oh my god, the last chapter was chaotic T T. i received so many feedbacks (which super super appreciated, thank you) BUT HAD NO ONE REALLY READ THE SERIES SUMMARY? the "plot twist" has been there forever! i've been trying to foreshadow it even though i explicitly wrote the whole gist of it on the summary, but i really thought it was obvious.

"you have to come back."

there were only ever two people who ever dared barge into natasha's office to demand her of something. she'll be damned if her students, knew that they were two freshmen who are barely five months into college. "mr. maximoff, you have to go," she says. removing her hands from the desk, and instead re-aligning the stack of papers she had on top of it as a subtle mark to end the conversation.

"mrs. romanoff," billy sighs.

"it's a little too early for this and you have class. so if you would just—"

billy's shoulders drop. "natasha...,"

"i'm quite busy, mr. maximoff," she insists.

but so did he. "mom..."

she was grabbing everything she could find on her desk, tucking them away, moving them across the table, fixing what hadn't needed fixing; from rearranging her stack of papers by putting a page from the back to the middle, or repetitively opening and closing her drawers for everytime she finds absolutely anything she can stash away.

billy only watched her. when natasha's desk had way more than enough space for her to rest her elbows on, and clasp her hands together against, she sighed almost defeated when she looked at billy.

billy had brown eyes; nothing like the ocean greens of her mother's. he'd gotten that from his father. in fact, billy looked so much like his father. he resembled vision so much that he became her constant reminder that while all of them favored scarlet over maroons, she had green eyes and they didn't. while they always win the argument over what to have for dinner, she was allergic to the tuna wanda puts in her famous maximoff casserole. while they made a hobby of providing food for the homeless, or volunteering in community outreach programs, she used to be a criminal.

while she'd always wanted a family, she also became the permanent line that would forever seperate one in half.

"billy," she says. she didn't know what she was going to say, but billy did.

"you need to come home."

what could she possibly tell a boy who's asking her to come home?

"my mom's crying," he said. "when i come home to pick something up for lunch, or when i'd acidentally left something at home, and i walk through the door, and i hear her, and i see her...," he paused. he swallowed on what almost made him choke. "and she's on her side of the bed, crying over you."

in people's minds, she was mean. sometimes, it amuses her knowing that when she walks inside a classroom, her students would each have a different version of what monster she'd look like if she took off her "disguise". and more times than not, she loves it. she loves that she's feared. she loves that they're so afraid of her, so much that they'd drawn such vivid images of what kind of horns she'd have in their minds.

she should be offended. disheartened. but knowing that she was nothing like the monster people think of her to be, knowing that once, she used to come home to her family; dance, and kiss, and spin, and dip her wife in the entryway; laugh and throw food around during movie nights with the two people who meant the absolute world to her; make sandwiches and play videogames or go to the gym with her son. knowing that she was a lot kinder; that she looks after her best friend's family because he continues to be in a dangerous line of work, that she still helps out her scientist friend with his experiment because only she can bring him out of a jam. it made it all the more special; knowing that she remained unseen. knowing that she was something she had complete control of giving to the very few people she trusted. it made it more intimate.

but in those rare moments when being depicted as such a terrible person didn't come so much with pleasure, she wondered if maybe it's because people misunderstood her. maybe if she smiled more? maybe if she talked slower. maybe if she was softer. maybe if she was gentler. maybe she wouldn't seem so bad.

"billy, this does not concern you," she said, regret immediately dawning on her the moment she saw billy's face contort in disbelief. she cleared her throat. for what has felt to be such a long time, she finally dropped her shoulders. she let herself slouch against the desk, she let her brows raise in comfort, she let a lump pass onto her throat for the sheer hospitality of the terrible feeling it came with. a feeling that she finally welcomed. she let her stoicsm break, and her pride falter. "billy, sweetheart," she says, almost in a pleading whisper. she reached out to him, inviting him to come closer which he did so by disallowing any space to be between him and her desk. then she holds his hands inside hers as he slowly sat down. "whatever happened between me and your mother, whatever will happen to us, you need to know that we love you very much, and that will never change," she says.

he shakes his head. "i'm not twelve anymore, natasha," he says, withrawing his hands from her hold almost abruptly. "i just need to know that my mother will be okay."

she didn't say anything though they both knew she should've. though they were both waiting for her to say something, she didn't.

"you promised me. you promised me that you'd be there. when you married her, you promised me you'd never hurt my mother the way that my father did. you promised you'd never be like him. you promised you were different...," he choked on the lump in his throat. he was spiralling. his sentences slur into a string of words that come out like a gush of waterfall. he was shaking his head, "you promised you'd love me...," he looks at her.

"and i do."

billy was nothing like his mother. maybe that's why they got along so well. the got along the same way natasha did with her; being complete opposites.

billy got most of his father's genes. not just his mannerisms, or his looks. billy was his exact replica. from the way he acts, to the way he brushes his fingers through his hair. billy is calm. he's collected.

billy spiraled the way he did. his anxiety works the same way his father did. how he acted through it, how he choked on his words, how he panics through his sentences,

"no, you don't understand. i need you to come home."

something in her cracked. and she was unaware of everything he said next, though she were sure it was something about his mother, about how she yearned for her. about how he wanted his family back. and the next thing she knew, she was writing a letter to her next door neighbor to look after the place she'd made for herself as she won't be coming back anytime soon. and then someone else was in the room.

she went home that night. because after a long day of answering students who deem it comfortable to barge in on her; billy's friend right after he left, grading papers, teaching, and erasing the life she'd created for herself so she can try to disregard the past few months to sit in their driveway, her new car behind her wife's, unable to fathom her return.

should she come in? if she did, it would be wanda, billy, and her again. it would be the maximoff's and a romanoff. it would be reminders of the family she felt like she broke and stole half of for herself, it would be their memories in what once was the home of vision, and tommy maximoff.

in the house with too many windows and green pannels; a brick porch and a gray roof, was the very home she used to stare at wanda a little too long in; it was the very house wanda would sneak longing touches in, disguised as accidents during friendly game nights.

it was the house she watched billy grow from a tween whose voice was much too high for his age, into a man who knows what he wants, and demands for it.

she spent a lot of her nights, sleeplessly caring for billy when he was sick. she already spent too much time on his projects, she already took him on too many motorcycle rides, she already suffered through too much of him complaining about you. she already spent so much of her time falling in love with billy. he's her son. what kind of mother would abandon her son?

"i missed you so much, mama," he tells her, his face nuzzled in her neck and his arms wrapped tightly around her arms.

her heart melted; its love and warmth swimming through her every vein. she hugged him back. it was like when he used to run out of the school bus to hug her, or when he'd kiss her cheek after she'd come home from work.

she felt at home.

that was until her eyes met with yours—a girl standing just right by the arch into the dining room. and suddenly, she felt like she was back in school.

she sighed, subtly. she can't seem to catch a break from you. and it doesn't do her any good. but she ignored you, still. she passed by you as if you weren't there at all. and the way she so closely ignored your very presence—not in class, not in a lecture hall full of people, but in the walls of her very home, the way her eyes passed through you as if you were some ghost, you shrunk. and you froze. if it weren't for billy who naturally put a hand on your waist to lead you inside following his mother, you would've stayed frozen.

you grabbed billy's arm the moment you snapped out, "billy!" you pulled him into the hallway. "god, oh lord, please explain this to me!"

he was a little agitated, too eager to enter the dining room to speak to the mother he never told you about. nonetheless, after stirring his head back and forth, for a bit, he stood straight and gave you his undivided attention. "what is it, dear?" something in your skin crawled.

"you never told me mrs. romanoff was your mother?!" you exclaimed, your whisper getting louder. "since when was this?!"

"a few years ago?" he said, his palm brushing against the back of his neck.

"a few years ago?!" you repeated, your voice now above a whisper. "how can you not tell me!"

"it never came up!" he returns your energy.

"for god's sake billy, she's the very professor i spend my every day complaining to you about!"

"and i tried telling you she was my mother but you never listened!" he exclaims. neither of you were whispering now. your voices were nothing but a little less than how you'd normally talk. "i thought you knew, it was pretty obvious!"

"boys, what's--" you hear wanda's voice from the dining room. "billy, y/n, what's the noise all about?"

neither of you answered. you were not but a wall apart, yet the silence from the other room made you think they can not hear you too.

"when?!"

"well, just last week you asked where my mother was, and when i asked which one you said, 'mrs. maximoff' so i just thought you knew...," it was the day after you got drunk. you remembered. never had you wanted to scream at yourself for not noticing, for not hearing it. maybe because you were too focused on yourself again to notice anything billy says.

god, if you'd only listened.

if you'd only put anyone above yourself.

"well, i was stressed. i didn't notice...," you defended, a little calmer now in slight defeat.

"any other time, you'd interrupt me."

"what?"

that was actually a slap on the face. a slap that left a, "if you would just take one second to look at anybody else other than yourself, maybe you'd realize" mark on your cheek.

you were certain that he might have told you, tried to at least, and every time you did interrupt him.

"i thought he was just your auntie nat...," you say quietly now, calmly, almost apologetically.

"yes," he says in a mere breath of air. "but i tried telling you she did become my mother after that."

"had you..."

yes. he did. you remembered because you assumed he'll only say that they'd gotten even closer eventually so you interrupted him. you remembered because for a moment you hoped you'd be as close to her as he was, and then you went on theorizing what made her so bad.

he was defending her so often, and you'd assumed it was because mrs. romanoff was wanda's friend. but who would scream like that to his mother's friend? what kind of child would barge into his mother's friend's office. how could you not have noticed?

"where did you two meet?" you ask.

you were looking at neither of them as your eyes were trained to the knife you were cutting through the steak. you didn't really want to look up. you didn't want to see mrs. romanoff and the way she couldn't see you; she didn't want to see you. but you'd grown tired of hearing billy's never-ending stories to catch his mother up. you didn't care how they met. you just couldn't stand the stolen glances, and the silent chewing between mrs. romanoff, and mrs. maximoff. the tension, you could cut through with a knife but billy couldn't tell. her never could.

"through a friend..." they say in synch, pausing upon the realization to look at each other for a little before looking back down.

you caught a glimpse of that simple interaction and thought it be best if you just let billy speak. you couldn't see something like that again. that simple strained interaction was enough to make your teeth hurt.

you made sure to keep your eyes on your plate too. the shrinking feeling of being unseen by mrs. romanoff when you're right in front of her, not because she chooses not to but because you hold zero value to her life that she can't actually see you, to see that is unheartly. she wasn't just your professor anymore, she's your boyfriend's mother who you're beginning to assume is moving back into the home you just moved into. even in her home, she couldn't look at you as if your of no worth.

you can't forget now, she's your professor, and your boyfriend's mother.

even when your skin burns from the imagery of her hands on you in your dreams, she's still your professor.

even when you pulse, and ache, in want and need at night, resist, she's your boyfriend's mother.

even when your hand travels down to your very core, and you vibrate in the irresistable desire the darkness of your room allows you. with every bit of her hands on your neck, and her body on you, engraved in your memory. forget about the dreams, she's mrs. maximoff's wife.

don't let her distract you, don't let your dreams decieve you, your body's just changing, your aching not for her but for the imminent desire to be touched, to be loved, to be wanted.

don't think about her. you don't want her.

don't think about her.

don't think about her.

but how can you not when she so gracefully writhes on top of you? how can you not when she's holding a handful of your hair and pushing her front against your back?

it's an illusion from your brain, a signal from your body of your sexual deprivation. but the way she kisses you, the way her fingers play with you very being, she's wanda's wife. she's mrs. romanoff.

"oh, god, yes! please mrs. romanoff...," you covered your mouth the moment you heard your voice be slightly louder than it is safe to be. but the fear someone might have heard you did not make you fingers falter. "please, god, i'm cumming, i'm cumming, i'm cumming..." you were chanting mrs. romanoff's name a few more seconds before you'd made yourself see stars, and your body errupted in pure euphoria.

it took a while before the stars faded into your ceiling, and you were panting. your chest was heaving, and when you brought your fingers from the gap between your legs, it's almost like you coudn't believe what you'd done.

"i did it...," you smile, seeing your fingers dripping in juices.

it was the first time you had done this. and somehow, all the tension, and the bottled sexual frustration all ceased upon your release. and a part of you hated that you hadn't done it sooner.

and then a creak snaps you out. and there it was, shame. the reminder that you did not only dream about your professor and bestfriend's--boyfriend's mother, but you got off on the thought of her. you weren't new to the feeling, it welcomes you every morning when you wake up realizing you had been haunted by her again.

"i need water...," you sigh to yourself as you got up.

you didn't realize your door was slightly open, but you didn't really care. the entire house was asleep, so much so that you can even hear your own breaths.

you looked at the hallway where the rooms are. it was dark but you still saw the bathroom door open at the end of the hall. your room was right by the stairs. it was originally a guest room until you stayed here as a kid. you still have a very vivid memory of vision painting your walls pink, and wanda painting flowers on a part of the wall. the room hadn't changed one bit.

billy's door was right in front of yours, and wanda's near the end of the hall. you wonder if natasha and wanda are sleeping on the same bed now.

something inside you stirs.

"you're still awake," you hear a familiar voice say and something inside you shifts. wanda usually keeps the kitchen light on. you didn't see mrs. romanoff until you looked up almost in shock.

she just humiliated you in her office earlier. then she complete disregarded your presence in her home. and then you got off on her.

you could never look at her without all these feelings eating you up. she scares you, and infuriates you, but still you want her to look at you, you want her to be nice, you want her validation.

"so, you're billy's mom," you say casually, walking up to the fridge.

she hummed. she opened her bottle of beer before tilting her head up to take a brief glance at you. "hadn't you known?"

it wasn't as much of a question as it is a tonal accusation that you had known, you're just pretending not to.

but you didn't.

"no. actually, i didn't," you say, finally opening the fridge which handle of you've been holding the entire time.

"hadn't you," she chuckled, then she took a sip of her drink while leaning against the counter.

this was the most you'd seen of her. outside of school, outside her profession. she wasn't mrs. romanoff. she was a normal woman who drinks beer at 1 am in the morning with wet hair and a gray shirt.

"i always thought you had all that courage with me because billy was your friend," she says.

this was the longest she looked at you. the only time when you felt like she can see you other than when she's trying to humiliate you, or you're asking for her attention.

"i...," you were at lost for words. not because you didn't know what to say. but because she distracts you. because she's distracting you again.

she wasn't looking at you, she'd only take glances, or brief looks. she seems comfortable enough looking at the kitchen island rather than you. and her lips, they twitch. the end of her lips twitch and stretches out into a small smile, especially when she chuckles. or when she quips your responses.

you're down here, staring at her as if you hadn't just moaned her name while fucking yourself.

but she... she was unlike the mrs. romanoff who would stare at your very soul, unmoving, unbothered, uninterested.

maybe, billy was right. she was nicer at home. but who would've thought you'd see her stoicsm break inside her home, at 1 am, while getting water in your pajamas.

you break out of your thoughts when she looks at you, waiting for you to speak, "i don't...," you speak aimlessly, unaware of what you're trying to get across. but then you look away. you open the fridge, sticking your face in so the door covers her. and you could speak. "what courage?" you say dryly.

"well, i'd told you already," she straightened her back, going around the island where she'd sat on one of the stools. "you have the courage to demand i be nicer to you, or that i let you go from my class. if you'd taken the time to ask me the right questions, maybe you could've done better."

"let's not talk school," you groan. "you're at home. i'd like to have a break from professor you."

"well," she grins to herself. "i think you won't be getting that much break from me."

she was gentler; kinder. you wanted this at school.

you finally bring out a bottle of water from the fridge, meeting her by the island where you stand across from her, opening your drink.

"it wasn't courage," you say. "i was asking you all that because i was afraid of you."

"isn't it courage to stand in front of something you're afraid of?"

you didn't say anything for a while. the both of you were on pause, not even moving.

"why are you being nice?" you say abruptly. "you weren't even acknowledging my existence until three minutes ago."

"didn't you ask me to be nicer to you?"

"when i got drunk, yes," and you asked her to fuck you. "i still mean it. but still. why?"

you see her lips twitch into what you noticed was a manneristic grin. and then you hear a small chuckle. "i think, y/n, that you blur out the lines between being professional, and being personal. i am a college professor, and i am not expected to be nice to my student, and neither am i required to," she slipped into being mrs. romanoff so effortlessly, professional after being personal in a snap. you'd think, she was the one who had her professional personality far too intertwined that she's starting to confuse the two. "just because i'm strict and a disciplinarian at work, doesn't make me a bad person in real life."

she was right. when was she not?

and had always been easier to blame her being mean when really... really, she was just so distracting.

her lips are moving, and you could feel something inside of you from the way her tongue rolls off the roof of her mouth. and her eyes... they flutter, and they close, and they stare at you, and you're so instantly drawn, you could feel yourself actively trying to pin your entire body down from being sucked into whatever gravity pulling you into her that science could never explain.

she's distracting you. everything she is, her very being distracts you.

"try harder, miss y/l/n," she says, again, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"what?"

"i think you're really smart. so try harder," she says. "and stop being so distracted,"

you feel it again. aching.

you could never try harder, because everything she does, everything she does to you, and says to you, it pulls you further away from what you should be focused on.

"are you distracted again, miss y/l/n," she said your name differently this time. it wasn't sharp, or harsh. you couldn't point it out, all know was how it sent chills down your lower back.

you're going to lose this tomorrow. the moment when she finally sees you would dissipate into tomorrow when she'd humiliate you again, call you out, or worse, ignore you. you couldn't.

"teach me," you say, slapping your hands against the surface of the counter.

"what?"

"you told me if i just asked you. so i'm asking you," you stared at her, looking directly into her eyes. "teach me where i got it wrong. tell me what to do, help me. guide me."

"is that what you want?"

"i want to do better," for you. "you should be asking me if that's what i need, shouldn't you?"

"what do you need?"

"you," you whisper. "i need you to help me."

[skiiyoomin]

Hi can you do a Platonic Four X Female reader were he saw her as a little sister in when he still lived Abnegation and has to fight the urge to run over to hug Y/nafter spotting her among the new dauntless initiates.

Hi!! So sorry I took ages to answer!! At last I found the inspo and time, anyways here it is!! I feel like its a little short for my liking but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy :))

warnings: fluff, platonic four x reader, fem!! reader

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

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NAVIGATION

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It´s been..how many years? He couldn´t remember, too long.

Even then, when his eyes l landed on your figure as you walked in, he didn´t have a single doubt in his bones that it was you. Fury ran through his veins. Why are you here? You should be somewhere safe, and Dauntless is anything but.

And yet....when his eyes roamed over you, he immediately percieved the way you changed and somehow remained the same all together. You had gotten taller, the flimsy figure he remembered was long replaced by strong toned muscles, and your face...all the baby fat he used to teasingly pinch was long gone. You really had matured.

His heart swelled with overwhelming emotions. And when your eyes locked and recognition swirled in your irises, he wanted nothing more than to pull you into a bone crushing hug. But...for the sake of his reputation and image...not to mention it would be considered inappropriate, he refrained from doing so. Instead he bit down hard on the inside of his cheeks to keep any sort of vulnerable emotion from unwantedly spilling out.

Time couldn´t go by any slower as Eric and Foru went through the usual procedure. Introduce themselves, the rules, the compound, etc. etc. Nothing Four could possibly care about more than having a moment alone with you. And he was truly close to giving up for the day when at last, he spotted you lagging behind from your new group during lunch break. Your back was turned to him, but your head was looking side to side, as if you were looking for something...someone.

His body reacted before his mind did, his steps quickening their pace until he was close enough to reach you. His rough, calloused hand was gentle and warm as it circled around your bicep. Your body instinctively whirled around, your wide eyes looking up into his. In a flash, your tense body relaxed, and like muscle memory, your hands closed around his torso. Four didn´t take a second longer to reciprocate the affectionate hug, his own strong arms wrapping around your back. His lips pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his skin tickled by your soft hair.

"I missed you y/n"

His low soft voice broke the comfortable silence that had been hanging in the air. With a soft sigh, you pulled back just enough so you could take a good look at his face. That same old cheeky grin he fondly remembered appeared on your lips.

"I missed you too Tobias"

His gaze softened at the sound of his name. It´s been so long since he heard his name, his real name. And the sound of it coming from your lips, like an old childhood memory, made his mind and soul relax.

Then, his gaze became stern and serious, like when he´d scold you for making a stupid mistake. He placed firm hands on your shoulders and lowered down just enough that he was face to face with you.

"Listen to me, you have to make it past the training and become a full member of Dauntless. Now that you´re here I can´t risk loosing you again"

His voice held the tone of a promise, and you simply nodded firmly, determination flowing through your veins.

He nodded as well, his firm grip slowly releasing from your shoulders.

"Good, I promise to train you as best as possible"

With one final nod, you both headed your own seperate ways, the anticipation of the promise hanging in the air and filling you both with new found adrenaline and willpower.

[aethersgirlfriend]

masquerade ball ghouls?

the ministry occasionally holds parties and balls to get everyone together and socialising, and this was one of them. copia came up with it after watching one too many historical romance movies with his ghouls!! they wanted their cute little night to show off their ghoulettes in their pretty outfits - and rain and zeyphr since there's only so many ghoulettes

they agreed to have one night of the usual masks and one night of more demonic looking ones, where the ghouls were not required to pair up and they decide to go around and serenade all the siblings who have no idea they're not fellow sisters/brothers of sin, that they're actually demons <3 (thank you @divinebees for that x)

copia announced it to the pack first - aswell as ifrit, omega, mist and zeph because they like to hang around the current ghouls sometimes when they don't have chores - and they were ecstatic!! this was the first time he'd gone with an idea they all came up with AND it was aurora and aeons first ball!!!!! the girls immediately start planning and getting inspo (aurora had a pinterest board) and the guys are already swooning at the idea of half of them in a ballgown (they're so real)

mountain asks cumulus with a love letter and wildflowers that smell like her perfume. she squeals and jumps up and down, and mountain blushes at how excited she is to go with him.

aeth asks cirrus by giving her a massage after a long day of practice, kissing up her neck and whispering it in her ear (she chuckles and says she's been waiting for him ever since she saw him and mountain looking at the inspo the girls had printed out).

swiss asks sunny over a shared bottle of red wine, she squeals and launches herself into his lap, saying she's going to "be the man" of the duo x

aeon asks aurora after she walks into a bed full of rose petals and candles and she laughs at him and then says "yes!!! of course bug!!!!" and he yells happily and they run into each others arms and jump around, so excited for their first ball

omega asks mist after alpha says he'll be working with the music side of the night. he walks into her room with a sheepish smile and she looks up from her book on ancient runes and says "ive been waiting, of course i'll go with you."

dew and rain wait for the other to ask them. dew eventually begrudgingly asks rain after he overhears him very loudly complaining to the girls on how he deserves better after being named the princess of the pack. rain makes him kneel all pretty and then says with his smooth tone, "of course my love". they then burst into a fit of giggles on rains bed and start talking about what they were planning on wearing.

ifrit sets up this fancy proposal after he watched one too many prom proposals with aurora and zeyphr pretended he wasn't blushing a very deep shade of grey and said "okay, i guess"

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here's the outfits and masks i picked out for the duos (i made them moodboards sort of because i wouldn't have been able to add every image seperately)!! i gave each pair 2 colors each and that was their theme, some include heels and flowers but that's just if i found something specifically for the pair, so not all have it

(all photos from pinterest - lmk if there's any credits u know of and i'll add them in !)

- cirrus and aether!!! the colors i chose for them are red and black - the romantic goth/vampire vibe suits them as a duo. aethers shirt and waistcoat would go with dress pants, shoes and a suit jacket - all black. cirrus would wear some delicate black heels with hers, and their masks are underneath their respective outfits !

- mountain and cumulus!!!! the collage messed up here BUT i'll explain! (the bouquet is what mount gave her when he asked) i chose green and white for them because i'm so incredibly creative!!?!?!? mountains suit is a mix of the 2 images there - plus the mask that's under the bouquet (NOT the one beside it - that's cumulus'). all of these are honestly mainly my imagination, the suit comes with pale green dress pants and shoes. cumulus' dress is so beautiful, in my head it's slightly corseted and laces up with white ribbon at the back. she paired it with beautiful pale green heels that have vines (?? idk how to explain it makes perfect sense in my head) and the mask next to the bouquet in the collage! mountain made the crystal himself :3

- swiss and sunny :D i chose gold for them! think beauty and the beast sort of (thank you @divinebees AGAIN for that) i thinkkk the dress in the photo might be ai generated (i do not support ai art!!!!!) but i couldn't find anything else that fit my vision😭😭 her mask is diagonal to the dress (instagram i hate u) but the gold is more yellow-ish and she wears docs that are almost mustard colored. no one can convince me she doesn't love docs. swiss paired that waistcoat and tie with a frilly white shirt (no jacket and sleeves rolled up because he's a slut) and black dress pants with gold detailing! his mask is under sunnys dress and he puts more gold charms in his dreadlocks hehehe

- AEON AND RORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PINK AND WHITE AND GLITTER AND PRINCESSY ITS SO PERFECT!!!!!! aurora watched sleeping beauty once and made a princessy pinterest board and was like this is what we're doing and he was just staring lovestruck like of course aurora whatever you want my love☺️☺️☺️ a sister gave her the fan and her mask is in the top right! it's sorta giving princess crown ;) she thrifted the heels and her dress is so fucking beautiful everyone just stares all night with no shame. phantom wears that waistcoat and tie with baby pink dress pants and his converse :33 no jacket ofc bc swiss isn't wearing one and his mask (bottom right) is so pretty and all the girls make sure to call him pretty all night <3 they're for SURE the couple of the night.

- dew and rain!! purple and black!! rain wears the shirt in the middle row to the left but the neckline is way deeper with a black jacket thrown over his shoulders and the mask on the bottom row :33 dew wears the shirt in the top left with the waistcoat next to it and the mask under it ! dew has his hair up all pretty and rain has silver and black dangly earrings on

- ifrit and zeyphr!!! i chose green and black for them!! ifrit wears the outfit and mask on the left with black dress pants and zeyphr wears the stuff on the right but the green on his mask his darker, the shirt underneath is black and he's wearing a grucifix instead of a cross. handsome boys <3 (everyone can thank @lonerm3g !!)

and finally ...

- COPIA!!!!! do i need to say anything ? handsome old man in gold - perfect.

i want to turn this into a full length fic but idk who's perspective to write it from so pls give me ideas if u have any x

[shinsart]

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Made a new chibi base for adopts, trying to go a more simple/cute route. Mostly because I wanted to be able to offer some cheaper alternatives to the others I currently have up for purchase. An all fantroll batch for now, but I think I'll try and do some non fantroll adopts next. Maybe you guys would enjoy some Kemonomimis more?

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[heyimcelery]

Okay so I watched all of Ninjago Dragons Rising s2p2! I've got so many thoughts and I'm dumping them all here in a long list. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

to start: Cole!! He's a family man! He's got a boyfriend and they hold hands and they care for their kids and Bonzle so obviously came out to them and omg I wanted to cry. The joy of acceptance. I mean come one she kept saying how alone she felt, they're found family, she was repeating that she chose he town name and identity and the villains were insistent that she wants a person but just a spell like come on

But there's more than that, I have questions I have concerns!! Like wtf happend on Coles quest?? With Sensei Wu??? Like he disappeared and turned up again and said he would explain but never did.

Cole also came back from that in his bolder form so did he figure out he could do it on his own then? Is that what he learned on his quest?? If so it's gonna be a little awkward when he tried to explain that to his bf Geo.

With part 2 I really want to see the whole gang meet them and talk and catch up on everything. Like cole has been missing since the merge and no one this season cared. At all. They hadn't seen him in ages- didn't even know if he was alive until drs1 but nope no worries or concerns. Not even a question of what he was up to.

When he came through the portal Zane wasn't worried or confused at all, just oh? You need some help?? Sure let's beat these bad guys and not worry or show emotions! Is a tearful reunion for my fav character too much to ask?? Cuz he clearly deserves it. :(

And then into both Zane and Coke this season!! Love them!! They've always been my fav duo (gonna have to start shipping geo/Cole/Zane as poly now) it was so fun to see them going around together with Bonzle. They had some great moments and I'm praying we get more in the next part.

On the other hand it was a shame they got such small roles- just seperated from the others as a way to help Bonzle. It means they didn't have the same lessons or knowledge the others got which is totally unfair!! They have a lot to catch up on. They also never got a chance to be part of the main battle

It's dumb but I was kinda hoping for Cole to show off his stronger powers (he always seems to get new powers every other season but that's a discussion for another day). Like sure he could use his robotic mech suit but that's been done before! He can do his boulder thing now (unless somehow he still thinks he can't which means he kept up that form for several days on his quest) and when he made that giant mid hut to protect his family!! I want to see him do that again! Let me man go ape shit to protect Bonzle.

And on another note, Geo my beloved, you should get a chance to shine with your powers. A chance to show off or at least have a talk about them with Cole.

Next up WyldFyre. I was worried they would make her the annoying comic relief cuz if her injury but her talks about losing loved ones and dragon culture and her home were really sweet and it was great to see some development so driven by battles. I love those too don't get me wrong but like I needed to see this side of her. And I adore her relationship with Kai, being besties/mentors/dad for her works so great for both characters.

I will be first to admit that

Kai wasn't really my favourite. If you couldn't tell I love Cole followed by Zane. Always have and likely always will. I suppose that early Kai reminded me too much of some guys form my class and they turned into shitheads and I've always struggled to reconcile Kai's image form theirs. He was always a little too brash, hotheaded, and too often written as stupid to fall into my good graces.

And yet this season I adored him. Of course I've never hated him but like this season made me see what all his fans (many many fans) see in him.

I thought Kai being the first to master such a new, difficult and crucial skill was incredibly satisfying. Form all the way back to season 1 he's been the butt of jokes- having to learn he's not the centre of the universe and sometimes it's others like Lloyd who are the chosen ones. That's all great but him now getting a starting role, his ability being fueled by thoughts of his family, by his childhood and by protecting is friends was just too good to ignore him. Love this form of his character more than any other I've seen.

And now Kai is trapped :(

I'm glad he's got Bonzle with him tho so hopefully they can have each other's backs (she's meant to be a POWERFUL spell after all) they'll need each other if they're trapped with those other 4 guys. If they can apparently demolish everything then I'm rather worried for the duo. Tbh I'm sure they'll survive just fine, probably making jokes at Cole's expense all the while.

On a side note, I found it super cute how WyldFyre was willing to protect and go down with Kai. Besties I'm telling ya

Now Jay. I've never thought too hard about him I know he's one of the favs of the fandom but like Kai I was never so besotted with him. Still a great guy and omg I feel so bad. One of his worst fears was always being alone and now stuck, confused, forced to hide such a fundamental part of himself.

On the other hand he's got a gun now so that's fun!!

And you can't talk about him without mentioning Nya. He worst fears being him forgetting hurts my soul. And she was so sure it could never be true that she snapped out of her nightmare state!! She's going to break when she finds out.

She's already grieving her own brother, we saw her break down into WyldFyre (more proof she's an honorary sibling by now) but now knowing what's happening with Jay, I'm saying the angst is going to be overpowering. It's a greek tragedy fr

Part 2 is going to be rough. Jay only had a single scene but it's already a sign for the worst to come.

Speaking of things being rough, Lloyd is going THROUGH IT!! give this poor guy a break. I do appreciate that we physically get to see the effects of all his trauma- that everything that's happened has real consequences for his character and the story but I can't help but feel bad.

I've also suffered from anxiety for most of my life so to see it in a character like that feels really personal to me. Hope he gets a little break though, god knows he deserves it.

Have to say it's pretty funny that Lloyd's had so much Oni trauma that he forgot that he's part dragon too. Yes ninjas dragons can do spinjitsu why are you surprised at this point

The animation this season has been incredible, the fights were beautiful the angles so interesting and dynamic and I could go on for hours about how much I love it. It's always great when kids -and even animation in general is treated with respect. It doesn't dumb it's ideas and stories and characters for the sake of it's younger audience, and that makes it so much better for me who is definitely out of the age range.

I have my more points to make but I've been adding stuff in and off for ages so I'll probably go through this all later. Thanks for reading, please I want to know your own thoughts too I love discussing that kinda stuff!!

<3

[serosblunt]

DekuSquad: Showering with Them (Pt. 2)

DekuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Iida & Uraraka

Warnings: Mentions of nudity and hints at spicier scenes, struggles with mentla health; negative self-talk and body image issues touched on.

Description: Same as my Bakusquad showering thoughts, just with DekuSquad! Part three is coming for Tsuyu, just having writer’s block :)

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Iida loves to shower with you, and I mean LOVES. It’s his favourite part of the day, and you both end up in the shower at the same time everyday thanks to his meticulous extreme planning and schedules.

Duty comes first for Iida, but he finds seperating his work/life balance easier than most. Although some days more than others, it’s draining to be the boss, to detach himself so much that it takes him half the night to break-free of his ‘work’ mindset.

On those occasions, it takes a touch more persuading to get your gentle giant close enough to you to lead him back to his sanctuary, where his heart truly belongs.

After setting the temperature, you manoeuvre so you can both settle under the soft stream of the shower.

If stress was visible, you were sure you would be able to see it rolling off of your boyfriend in waves. It was if each droplet on his skin caused more of his tension to melt away.

He practically fuses to you as you hold him beneath the shower head. He was so different in those few small moments, not that you minded one bit.

He would kiss your shoulder where his forehead now lay, softly and unhurriedly; unobstructed due to his glasses laying just beyond your little haven on the benchtop.

Maybe that was what made your shower-cuddle sessions so special, his complete lack of care for anything that wasn’t you.

You were special to him, beyond that in fact.

A truth clearly demonstrated in that you were the only person on earth allowed to mess up his routine- whether that was in the evenings for your shower, or *cough cough* other business *cough cough*.

By the way, he totally has a code word for when you two are getting it on ;)))

Beyond a post-shave balm, your bespectacled boyfriend wasn’t fussed about skincare, although he often liked to sit and watch you put layer after layer of product on, what in his opinion, was your already beautiful face.

And he definitely doesn’t shy away from asking you relevant questions. However, he always rejected your advances if you came at him with creams or oils.

When you two do eventually begin to unwind for the night, barely a word is spoken.

The simple undertaking of kisses and light touches exchanged on the way to bed help push Tenya over the edge of his relaxation- ensuring he’ll get some proper rest for the next day, rather than staying awake, wracking his brain for solutions to work issues.

It also made you feel more loved and significant than you could express. The few minutes you both spent in your cramped apartment ensuite only solidified your bond- your intimacy and connection, surrounded in an unbreakable love and burning reverence.

There is no one better to boost your self-confidence than Ochaco. The woman has never said a derogatory thing to, or about you, nor have you heard of her saying such things through other people.

She was always so uniquely kind, never attacking first, not even out in the field. But if she was provoked enough, that villain would almost certainly be leaving the scene crying.

Your girl was tough as nails when she needed to be, and you loved that fire inside her.

You saw glimpses of this passion if you had slipped a little that day and talked down to yourself, or if you stood in front of the bathroom mirror a little too long.

Everyone has things they don’t like about themselves, Uraraka knew that. And she would be naive to think you were any different.

But aggressive or negative self-talk was banned in your house.

She wanted you to be honest and open about your feelings, yes, but never critical of your thoughts or emotions.

One method your loving girlfriend used to combat this was cute, flirty post-it notes left on your bathroom mirror.

That way whenever you looked at your reflection, you would be seeing what she saw in you too!

You had to admit it was a good system, especially since most mornings she was often through with her shower and out of the house before you were often awake.

Your bubbly girlfriend prided herself on being the loveable rescue hero. The safe, trustworthy looking person children and adults alike could come to and know to look out for.

A part of that look was her signature plump cheeks. You would often find yourself staring at them, marvelling, and wondering how she got her skin to be so bouncy and perfect.

After laughing lovingly at you for the millionth time for that particular occurrence, she finally gave up her secret skincare routine.

Soon after stealing this tightly guarded wisdom, you found yourself poking your own cheeks instead of Ochaco’s; which would soon become the subject of many a post-it note.

You honestly couldn’t ask for a better partner to do skincare with. She always made you try new products together, so neither of you missed out, and she never failed to keep your supplies stocked, even when you forgot yourself.

Uraraka wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin. And while her respect rivals Izuku’s in terms of your privacy, that certainly didn’t stop her from sneaking the odd glance or two when you weren’t looking.

Then again, you aren’t completely innocent of that either ;)

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[koco-coko]

Cain & | Ikemen Vampire Fic

-> Two halves of a whole, seperated by fate.

Tags/Warnings <--> Past Relationships, Fluff and Angst, Vlad/Comte, Comte/Leonardo (not a threesome), Longing, Grief, Comte is babygirl-coded in this, Spicy Scenes (nothing graphic so viewer discreation advised), Heavy Spoilers for Vlad and Comte!!!

Word Count: 1,981

A/N <--> I wanted to post this on valentines, but then I realized maybe a tragic love story wouldn't be great for valentines... but i mean someone needs to bring down the mood right

i think they might like this: @natimiles @yanderepuck and @azulashengrottospiano (I thought you would like seeing comte be sad and moody and also vlad being silly soo) @drewadoodle

“Hello, Abel.”

Is that what Cain said the morning before he killed his brother?

God always favored Abel. No matter what Cain brought, God always favored his brother. So, enraged, Cain killed his brother Abel. And there was no turning back from that, was there?

The smell of cigarillos and book pages forever clung to the man next to him. The light snores he made were all too familiar. Comte knew the five senses of Leonardo better than he knew his own, really. They were ever-comforting in their mundanity.

As he finished buttoning up his shirt, pants still missing (mysteriously lost in the sea of the wood floor, in the tide of other discarded clothes), he turned to Leonardo and threw his arm over the man’s broad chest. (Though Comte did squint when he  realized Leonardo was already asleep– it hadn’t even been five minutes! How was he meant to take this man seriously…) 

Ah– he smiled. He knew that feeling, too; the steady beating of his heart, the rising and falling of his lover’s chest. It was all so normal to him. Homely, domestic, all sensation he craved for.

Though, one wouldn’t be able to tell that from the quickly-healing scratch marks on Leonardo’s back, nor the many bruises on Comte’s collarbone and waist.

As le Comte snuggled closer to the Renaissance man, a vision hit him like a stray carriage. He’d been here before, but the senses of familiarity were much different. There had been plentiful bottles of wine that night, too. There had been affection, pleasure, warmth… but there were a few sensations that were unique about that night.

The firelight traced Leonardo’s face in such a romantic way, the pureblood couldn’t help but lean up and kiss his cheek. Comte tried to exude such images from his mind. The past only brought sorrow and longing, and yet… The fireplace crackled.

The fireplace…

The fireplace crackled. “A-And– And-!” Abel hiccuped, a drunken grin on his face while he wobbled about on the floor. It had been a while since he drank so much, wine bottles as old as them littered about the floor. Vlad was barely conscious at this point, giggling like a madman at every word his companion said.

“She didn’t,” Vlad cooed, barely staying upright in his seating position. He leaned against the fireplace several times, his cheeks flush and his forehead beaded with sweat as he reached for Abel’s bottle.

“She did!” he laughed. Then, a short whine as he tried to take the bottle from Vlad’s grasp. When Vlad tugged again, Abel tumbled to the ground next to him. They both couldn’t stop laughing, far beyond the lines of sobriety. 

When the cackling died to loose giggles, Abel looked back at Vlad through teary eyes. “My, it truly has been an eternity since I’d seen you,” he said, wiping his wet eyes. 

When he looked back, all he saw was a pale red staring at him. The man before him was… entranced, even. Maybe it was the drinks getting to him. Maybe they really were just a bit too drunk. Maybe this was a mistake that he’d regret all his eternal life.

But the next thing Abel knew, his back was against the fur rug and his lips were smashed against Vlad’s. Liquor and Rouge blended into a terribly sweet, terribly addictive taste. A hint of strawberries in there, somewhere. “I missed you, too,” Vlad whimpered, his hands roaming across Abel’s hips. It was just a glimmer, but Abel saw some indescribable sorrow behind the vivid crimson. 

Abel opened his mouth, but all words were cut off when Vlad pulled his collar down and peppered kisses across his neck. Abel giggled nervously, his fingertips gliding across Vlad’s back. “You know…” he started, “Despite my ‘prestigious’  reputation, I haven’t–”

Abel’s breath hitched as a bite was placed right on the side of his neck. His fangs didn’t penetrate, though he could tell that the way they graced his skin was intentional.

Vlad lifted himself up, caging in Abel beneath him. His face was flush with alcohol and affection, but that boyish smile seemed stolen straight from the days long gone. “Me neither,” he chuckled, “It’s been awhile since old men like us have done something new, hasn’t it? Tonight seems like a good opportunity.”

It was strange, Comte thought, how he could barely recall anything else about that beloved night. The night he discovered Vlad still lived, that those years spent longing for him weren’t for naught… That the tears he shed may not have been completely useless… It was all just a blur. 

Perhaps it was the alcohol, fogging the memory of inexperienced touches and passionate kisses, tongues tying only to break apart so the other could giggle at a mishap. Belt buckles and shoes seemed so hard to take off at that time, filled with silly jokes and laughs, plenty of fiddling, everything felt so… new. Experimental, even. It was rare Abel felt particularly young but never unwelcome.

It may also have been Vlad’s touch, gentle and delicate, but so enticing. He was dedicated to him, as if he were painting a fine masterpiece. Each caress came with passion, though their experience was clear as day. Porcelain fingertips traced their way towards Abel’s face and gently covered his eyes, a soft mantra repeated and infested. A rose field appeared in his mind’s eye, a single whisper from the man on top of him. “Dragă mea…” Sharp fangs sunk into his neck with tender care, a soft caress on his side.

From there, it was a blur of pure bliss.

Comte crawled out of bed with a slight sore in his back, though he knew he would dissipate in minutes. Only once he stood up and searched the floor for his pants did he figure out that his shirt was a size too big. The cigarillo musk was just as prominent despite leaving Leonardo’s side. Ha, really, was his lover so possessive as to hand him his own shirt? Comte shook his head fondly as slid his pants back on.

Comte went about cleaning the area, folding up lost clothing articles and picking up the empty bottles of wine littered across the floor. Maybe they overdid it tonight, but sometimes it was nice to recreate their rebellious and reckless phases from bygone days. 

When Comte gazed at the fireplace, memories swirled through his head. It was vivid and blurry, amorous and lonely, everything and nothing. He spent years mourning Vlad, sobbing into his mother’s arms when the news of the Draculęsti family’s death arrived. He remembered acting out constantly, he remembered the longing, the primal need to see him smile one more time.

Abel sighed dreamily, the rose field in front of him seemingly endless. Snow-tipped flowers swayed back and forth like tides on the sea. Despite the wonderful sight in front of him, all he could focus on was the golden pocket watch in his hands, caressing it like a lover. “Is it naive of me to say I’m excited?”

Vlad, laying on his lap, while he played with the split tail of his long coat, merely hummed in vague amusement. “May I ask why you wonder this?”

Golden eyes flitted between the watch and the pureblood snug on his thighs, smiling fondly at each. “It’s nothing, really. Though, often I wonder if my psyche is too human. A newly built home for us both, the expecting of children… I feel like a newlywed wife!” he laughed, his free hand running through Vlad’s silky white hair.

Vlad quickly took Abel’s hand, reverently laying pecks across his fingertips. “I think it’s beautiful. Humans, vampires… I’ve never been able to distinguish us so easily. Well, until that day…” A pause came. Vlad’s smile remained ever gently, not even a flicker in his expression. “No matter, I feel the same, though perhaps I’m too old and jaded to act as giddy,” he chuckled. “Is there anyone you’ve had an eye on, Abel?”

Abel looked out into the sea of roses. A gentle breeze made his long, golden hair sway across his face, though Vlad was quick to sit up and remove it. In this new position, lazy pecks were put against his neck and shoulders. Those everlasting roses, this everlasting love…By any other name, they would smell just as sweet.

“I’ve always had a liking to the works of Shakespeare.”

A yawn elicited Comte to return to his bed, only having a quick tug-of-war with Leonardo for his blankets back. Usually it took longer… He quickly realized that his partner’s relent was due to the arm thrown around his shoulders, forcing Comte close to Leonardo’s chest. He sighed contently as he nuzzled close to his lover.

Comte had never been a fan of the past, at least in recent years. The present was far more constructive, more real than the years he lived. He was never one for reminiscing, and yet, even with his dearest, the man he’d given his heart to, beside him… His mind betrayed all logical thought.

Was it foolish, even moronic, of Abel to sit alone in his room and cry that day? The years of longing and grief had been for naught. Vlad had returned and died again. The mournfulness seemed to infect the halls of the mansion, each wall and painting mocking him. The mansion used to be so warm, so full of expectation and hope.

Now all that lingered was the never-wilting flower, alone and abandoned. Vlad had died twice. Abel’s mourning period seemed to know no end.

Comte desperately tried to purge the memories from his mind. First with Will, his firstborn son, and then the others who followed. Leonardo had been a constant figure, someone to rely on. While a love with Vlad was youthful, Leonardo’s affections were much more mature. Ha! Mature, Leonardo? What an oxymoron, Comte thought.

Still, he couldn’t deny the truth. He was carefree with Vlad by his side, making love whenever the time was right and sharing kisses and cuddles whenever it felt right. They were teenagers in love, hanging on by the loose idea of a bright future with one another. Vlad was the eternal honeymoon.

But Leonardo… The eternal marriage. Affinity was much more subdued. Deep, longing gazes and the lighting and sharing of cigarillos had replaced the passionate and messy kissing. Amorous exchanges only for private viewings replaced the rather indecent affection Vlad would perform close to the public eye. Not to say these things were gone from their relationship, their intense tryst tonight proof of such, but even these impulsive acts were done meticulously, years of trust and deeply-rooted adoration in their every thrust and rub.

With the arrival of the other residents, the mansion had suddenly grown warm again. Perhaps his giddiness over reviving historical greats as his own was a more specific issue of his, but the fact couldn’t be denied: a void was filled. The mansion, the home he had built with Vlad, was now filled with laughter and friendship, bonds between great men (and a woman) that would most certainly last their long lifetimes. The mansion was as it was meant to be: the floors painted with life, the walls etched with memories.

The castle was cold. Quiet, empty. The walls were etched with unwanted, disgraceful memories. Abel had only visited once, and never returned. He couldn’t bear seeing his oldest companion reanimated, yet possessed by a different soul. Vlad had died twice, in Comte’s eye, yet never buried.

“Hello, Abel.”

That’s what Vlad said the morning he killed Abel. 

Comte rose from his ashes, staring at the friend he once knew. “It’s been an eternity since I’ve seen you.”

He looked so lonely as he bore an ephemeral smile. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Comte sighed, unable to respond to the stranger before him.

[miss-emmie]

Ok hear me out, i made a character you can use if u want and i even made a backstory for him in ur AU so you can use him in AO3. His name is Serial Designation F.

This image depicts him without his hair or clothes but he dresses in a suit and tie and idk how his hair shoild go. He met N before any Murder Drones landed on Copper 9, there was a ship that all the pods where on where humanity would take the murder drones halfway and then let the pod travel the rest of the way. He met N and they started hanging out and chatting with teammates but they got seperated when they launched the pods. Its since been over a decade when F hears about a familiar face’s wedding and decides to say hi. Also F has a name but he forgot it when a few things glitched out on the assembly line causing him to forget his name and his eye color not being changed to yellow.

His weapons are a bit different than normal drones weapons. The claws are normal but some things have been replaced. His gun is a grenade launcher, his ninja stars are throwing knives, his blades are war axes, his EMP generator is a large drill used for cutting through stuff and killing workers, and his chainsaws are tool kits. He is useful for certain situations and getting through obstacles. He can also fix most things using his tool kits. He is also described as a bro.

You can use this guy as long as you credit me, thats it. This is also my first character i have made so apologies if my drawing isnt too good or design is bad. You can design his hair however you like idc. Just tell me if you wanna use him by replying to this ask, cya!

-FourByte_Gaming

Bro i love this guy he seems chill af

[thepeacockshallstrut]

Henry's Video Game Collection Wishlist

I like collecting trinkets and am always looking to collect additional trinkets. I thought it would be nice to write down what all I'm looking to obtain someday.

NOW DETAILED WITHIN: MOTHER 3, Octopath Traveler/II, Persona 3 Portable (the new releases), Pokémon Legends Arceus, Sam & Max Remastered

A WIP for now... ever growing, ever changing. Prices subject to an infinite increase until the eventual heat death of the universe. Let's dig in!

MOTHER 3 Deluxe Box

MSRP: 18,000 yen, or approx. $120

Market price: Enough to be somebody's rent payment

Image provided by STARMEN.NET.

I mean, what a beaut, right? Just look at her. I've longed for this extremely small Game Boy Advance with a minor difference in faceplate since I was a wee babe. (Or a sixth grader, I think.) Anyway, I remember the price on eBay being around $600 back then, and the price has gone up surprisingly not that much given inflation.

Speaking of, here's an interesting note about this item's retail price: the page on STARMEN.NET documenting this box around release put the cost of the item at "around $155." As suggested above, the value of yen in comparison to the value of the dollar has significantly depreciated in the past two decades. Also, accounting for inflation, 18k JPY in 2006 is about 20.2k JPY today... still closer to around $135 USD. Meanwhile $120 in 2006 money has the same buying power as $185 today, while $155 would be worth around $240 today. Depressing, right?

Looking around on Japanese listings, the price is about equivalent to US eBay listings... a small mercy if you ask me. I'm not sure how consoles like these ship overseas anyway, given the battery. Oh well.

Octopath Traveler - Wayfarer's Edition

MSRP: $90

Market price: $180ish with the game, $120ish without--though prices fluctuate pretty heavily

Come on, man. Comes in a little pop-up book. Ridiculous.

The box comes encased in one of those plasticky outer shells that scratch horribly, but it usually means that the box itself is in very good condition when sold secondhand. It's also not super clear in the promotional image, but the map of Orsterra is made of cloth.

Definitely lots of pointless trinkets here. Trinkets that I would just love to display. Hoo-ah!

Octopath Traveler II Steelbook (Switch ver.)

MSRP: That's a good question. I'm under the impression that you could get the Steelbook edition for an additional $10 when purchasing the game from select retailers.

Market price: $25 (game not included)

Prices for the game with the steelbook are ridiculous enough that I would advise just buying a secondhand copy of the game separately. I got my copy from a local game store for $35 and I've seen it for even cheaper online.

For those of you who prefer the Playstation versions, the PS4/PS5 steelbook appears more expensive on resale, but the games themselves are generally cheaper. Your mileage may vary.

In any case, it does pain me to forsake the Collector's Edition of this game, but the price just isn't worth it to me. $200 MSRP is already pretty steep. I would assume the included artbook does not showcase any work that isn't already present in the sold-seperately Octopath II artbook (well, actually, it sounds more like a Champions of the Continent artbook that happens to also have OT2 art in it, but that's besides the point), and the bust standees, while beautifully sculpted, are not my typical style of figure collecting... and they're not even actually metal! The box is indeed very pretty but I have to draw the line somewhere, and that line appears to stand around $300 cardboard. (The US release doesn't even get that damn tote bag...)

In any case, I love steelbooks. They're just too handsome. I've yet to find a fanmade OT1 one that I like, but maybe when that time comes it too will join my oddly-shaped collection.

Persona 3 Portable - Grimoire Edition

MSRP: $70

Market price: Something stupid, probably

I had actually intended on preordering one of these special editions back when they were announced... I just sort of forgot. Oops! Now I am subject to the whims of Limited Run aftermarket prices. Anything for such a pretty steelbook I guess.

I have mixed feelings about the full collector's edition for this game, AKA the "S.E.E.S. Edition." I think the thing I like most about it is the box it all comes in, which is generally a bad sign. I was very excited about the Evoker proplica until I realized it's only half of the gun trapped in the box forever... maybe I should just go hunt down that water gun. Regardless I'm not too torn up about passing that one up. (Well... except for the stupid briefcase box. I don't think it's a top-opener like the Scott Pilgrim CE was though. Which is just a shame!)

I guess I might also go for the "Grimoire Edition" of P4G if my pockets are feeling too heavy, but I'm not as jazzed about that game or its steelbook design. Also, I already ordered the collector's edition of Persona 3 Reload... it's too much, Atlus... it's just too much.

Pokémon Legends Arceus - Steelbook (UK Preorder Bonus)

MSRP: I think some shops charged an extra 5 quid for the steelbook

Market price: $25

PLA got some lovely preorder bonuses across the pond. Alongside this steelbook, depending on your retailer of choice, you could also get a Hisuian Pokéball replica or an Arceus statue (reminiscent of the HGSS preorder bonuses of old). Of course, you could also get the Arceus sitting cutie from the UK Pokemon Center, just like the US one... without the steelbook though? Alright. I do wonder if the UK release had the same supply chain issues for the Arceus plush as the US did. Anyway...

Lamentations about regional differences aside, I adore this steelbook! A lot of love in this artwork. The other Pokémon steelbooks, while cool, are mostly just cover legendaries but metal, or maybe gold... (and, frankly, some very ugly patterns on the inside of the box! Shameful!) It's OK though. PLA has had mercy on my soul.

I also think it would be super cool to get my hands on one of the SuMo/USUM steelbooks someday, if only for the novelty of having a steelbook for a 3DS game. Those resale prices though! Whew! Maybe someday...

Sam & Max Remastered

MSRP: $35 (standard), $75-80 (collector's), $5 (slipcover)

Market price: $50 (standard), $150 (collector's), $15 (slipcover)

These collector's editions are extremely cool historical pieces. Recreations of decades-old merch, wow! It's a shame I've never been able to get these retail price because Limited Run aftermarket is ridiculous. Still, I'd like to get my mitts on these someday.

My goal is to own all three collector's editions and display the three games in the slipcover. (Devil's Playhouse remaster coming soon! Any day now...)

Having the Hit the Road collector's edition would be cool but I'm not as set on it. If I had my way, I would start collecting the different physical releases of HtR/the original Telltale titles too! Restraint, restraint...

That's everything I can think of for now. I'll add more as it crosses my brainstream ^^

[asmfic]

why care enough about oriko and kirika to give them a child

Because, fundamentally, Oriko and Kirika are the characters out of the entire PMMM universe that drive me the most insane. And that's saying something considering the competition. But it's so in character for those two to steal the spotlight, and that's one of the reasons I adore them.

This is going to be another long post (with images) as I will analyse both of them seperately, their relationship, and then in a follow-up reblog I will talk about how they constitute the foundations of ASM.

On the most basic level, it is because Oriko and Kirika serve as antagonistic forces towards our protagonists on a much more direct level then a systemic force like Kyubey. They are subjected to the same system, but make radically different choices than the Quintet does.

While Kyubey's capacity for malice is a question of much debate (and one I don't intend to get into here) his motives are certainly clear, collecting energy to combat entropy. It's his job, for the sake of the universe, for the sake of countless civilizations.

Oriko, however, does what she does for herself... Or at least, in part.

The daughter of a politician, Oriko lost her mother at a young age and was forced to grow up far too young. She took on responsibilities around the house- took on the role of her mother in caring for her father- and became the person that everybody looked up to. All of this in order to make her father proud, in order to uphold his reputation.

So when that reputation was ruined by political scandal, and when her father took his life, Oriko was left with nothing. She had lost everything she was, and she wondered why she was alive.

And then she met Kyubey.

Her wish showed the carnage that Kremhild Gretchen could unleash upon the world. When Madoka becomes a witch, the world has no hope, no future- nothing but The Witch of Salvation. So there is only one way to avert the end of the world. To stop an apocalypse, Madoka Kaname needs to die.

And yet.

Oriko grapples with the question that Kyubey never does. Her story shows the progression of Oriko making more concessions, more sacrifices, and yet also learning what truly matters to her.

Homura and Oriko are opposing forces in the life of Madoka, true, but also in relation to their attachments. Homura knows what she wants, she wants Madoka to live because she loves her, because Madoka was her first friend.

Oriko wants Madoka dead... but what then? What else? Oriko doesn't know.

But she learns, and she learns too late. And THAT is one of Oriko's most compelling points to me. Oriko Magica is a tragedy, it is the story of Oriko learning that Kirika is her world after she's already given her life for Oriko's cause. It's about Homura figuring out that something is wrong with this timeline but not realising before Madoka is already bleeding out. It's about love and sacrifice and how much a person means to you and when your ideals take the ones you love.

But that's getting ahead of myself.

Kirika Kure is a girl who once had a best friend. Close as sisters, they'd say, two of a pair. And then Erika moved away and Kirika was left to take the blame for her favourite person in the world's actions.

Kirika grew up distant and unhappy. Unhappy with others, unhappy with the world, unhappy with herself. And then she met Oriko.

It was a moment of random kindness, mere happenstance that Oriko happened to be in the right place to reach out and help Kirika. A sudden shining light in a world that had been dim and grey for longer than she could remember.

She wanted to find her, to thank her... but she doubted someone like her would be someone Oriko would remember. And so she made her wish.

Kirika is defined by her devotion, it's who she is now. By the very nature of her wish she's whatever Oriko wants her to be. She's a perfect tool.

And yet.

And yet Oriko goes from treating her as "a pawn to command" and "a piece in my game" to viewing her as a genuine friend. She enjoys her time with Kirika, she trusts in Kirika, and she wants more. She wants more time, things like sleepovers and cakes shared together. She wants Kirika because she loves her.

Kirika loves Oriko to the point that she becomes a Witch for her, a transformation born of devotion rather than despair.

Oriko loves Kirika to the point that she dives in front of Kirika's corpse to shield it from an attack, taking a grievous wound for the body of her beloved.

Their relationship isn't a healthy one, but it is a loving one. Both of them truly adore each other (even if Oriko realises it too late) and will do some absolutely incredible things to show that love.

And honestly, sometimes you want to read about a girl who would do anything for- including killing for- her beloved. A beloved who canonically wants Kirika the way she is, as shown by Kirika's wish.

At the end of the day, they haunt me.

Now, on their own (and even together) Oriko and Kirika are compelling characters. But it is more than just their interactions with each other, it is in the way they challenge, contrast, and compare to our main cast.

Oriko is put in parallel with Homura on a number of occasions, but most of all during their final confrontation.

Kirika is to Oriko what Madoka is to Homura. A true friend, the love of their life, someone who has become integral to the meaning of their lives. And as Oriko loses Kirika, Homura too must lose Madoka.

But there are other parallels that can be drawn. The impact of a father (and his death) upon his daughter's life. A ironclad code of what must be done for the greater good. Wanting connection with others and yet spurning it to pursue a dangerous but necessary life. Believing that the world can be saved.

Likewise, Kirika can reflect various traits from the quintet. And not just her, Yuma and Komaki and so many characters in Oriko Magica are in communication with the traits of the original Madoka.

There are similarities, but also many, many difference. Oriko and Kirika fit as a fascinating piece in the thematic puzzle that is Madoka Magica.

And in the end, Oriko does want to save the world. She wants to be important, to be worth something, to be more than just an extension of a father who looked at her and saw something monstrous out of her desire to make him happy. And sure, she make many sacrifices and take many lives along that path, but in her heart she truly did want to save the world. And along the way, she found her meaning. She found Kirika.

Also they're SUPER gay. If I'd put in gay moments I'd have a whole other post. And there's multiple parts of Oriko Magica and how it affects Oriko and Kirika that I obviously had to cut for space.

They're just so much.

[pinkeoni]

Lately I’ve been haunted by Will’s Will the Wise costume that appears here:

The reason it’s been inside my brain is because it seems to just show up, an odd costume we’ve never seen before, with a color that Will is not usually shown in, and it’s there for this one scene and then doesn’t come back again. Granted it could just be to add to the comedy of the scene, making Will look as outlandish as possible in his attempts to play DnD. But given what we know about details in this show, I feel like it has to mean more than that.

First off, the design of the robe itself is pretty interesting. It looks enough like what we would associate with wizard robes, but the silhouette seems to be more along the lines of Catholic priest and papal robes.

Note how they have a similar collar to Will’s that is seperated down the middle. Both are also floor length and have long sleeves, similar to Will’s. Granted, it’s not farfetched at all for a simple wizard robe to look like Will’s but I find the use of this specific collar interesting.

Will’s costume actually seems to take more from the above rather than what a wizard robe traditionally looks like. Here is an image of a wizard from an early DnD edition looks like, along with Gandalf from the Ralph Bakshi Lord of the Rings movie from 1978.

They both look fairly different compared to Will’s. (granted there could be other visual references that I missed)

Part of this could be because Will the Wise is also a cleric, as stated by Mike in season 2. Clerics are described as “intermediaries between the mortal world and the distant planes of the gods. As varied as the gods they serve, clerics strive to embody the handiwork of their deities. No ordinary priest, a cleric is imbued with divine magic.”

However, there seems to be some confusion on which class Will the Wise actually is. In the DnD comic (which granted I’m unsure how canon it is) Will is referred to as a cleric from Mike, but Will understands that he is still a wizard. The pointy wizard hat in the costume does tie it into wizardry pretty well too.

(The irony is that yes, it does look like a cleric’s outfit.)

The other interesting thing about his costume is the color. Purple is a color that, to my knowledge, has not been seen before on Will. Will’s color scheme is usually primaries and neutrals. But now he is dawned head to toe in purple.

Many of the meanings behind purple is very fitting for Will, including creativity, wisdom, and courage. But other common associations include magic and royalty.

Okay, so, now I’m gonna throw in something completely out of left field, and I’m asking people to stick with me. So why might Will be depicted visually as a religious leader with magic powers like a wizard, who is also royalty such as a king who carries a staff?

Okay so before I get called crazy here is a post I made awhile ago going into some of the Jesus/Will parallels.

Another detail of Will’s costume are the stars. There is of course, the famous Star of Bethlehem which led the wise men to Jesus.

Now I actually counted the number of stars on him, and there are nine stars total. Nine has meanings in astrology and numerology of power and wisdom.

Now, take this all with a grain of salt. There could very well be other fantastical references that I missed, and this could just be a silly costume that Will wears in one scene for comedic effect. Maybe. But maybe there is also a hidden meaning behind it, as I’ve explored.

[peachiime]

my persona 4 ships (some spoilers)

im a yansim blog (mostly) but i am currently more into persona. i wanted to make this kind of post with my ys ships but i have like 23 not counting the 1980s mode ones and that is way too many so!?!?!? agh no

but persona 4 is more bitesized. so YAY!!!!!!!!!

souyo (yu (i like calling him yu) x yosuke!!!!!) - theyre very popular but its for good reason - loser4loser - they are homies. homos. homo homies. - 2 bi bfs (and yu is genderfluid cough cough)

kannao (kanji x naoto) - only comfortable with it if naoto is not female - bc kanji..... youre a little weird to the poor fella - seperately, theyre sharper than knives. together, they shed their braincells like very hairy dogs. - bi kanji!!! bi + asexual nb naoto!!

chidai (chie x daisuke) - sorry team balls/yukichie shippers - two idiots running wildly around a room and somehow smacking their faces together in the process - i actually have a much deeper reason for why i think this couple would be healthy but it's much too long for me to put in this silly little post - the only two straight people in inaba (but daisuke is a demiboy)

yukirise (yukiko x rise) - BUT ONLY QUEERPLATONICALLY!!!!!! NO ROMANCE NO KISSING NO NO NO!!!!!!! - messy chaos (rise) and organized chaos (yukiko) - the actual mischief and shenanigans these two get up to are much too silly for the world to handle. - bigender aroace rise! nonbinary aro lesbian yukiko!

tedmitsu (t. t. tedide. teidield. teddie. teddie x mitsuonlkmf,s.) - im so sorry but they bring me lots of joy (its also only in this one au of mine where mitsuo gets mental assistance and teddie is a human) - autism bfs. they never stop talking once they start. - the aggressive x affectionate dynamic has always made me so happy - pan nb teddie. and mitsuo is mitsuo idfk but hes a he/it alright

adajima (adachi x dojima) - THEM i was in denial about shipping this for like a month straight b4 - its the giving each other the love neither of them think they deserve and learning how to grow as people both separately and together for me - im doing it for nanako. give her two dads. pls. - bi dojima is real ok. most of inaba is bi. even the local murderer! diversity wins!

kounaoki (kou x naoki!!!!!) - you might think theyre normal dudes... but little did you know... they took TWO candies instead of ONE!!!!! - they also get up to mischief and shenanigans. i hc that they snuck out together one time and that was their gay awakening. - also aggressive x affectionate but kou cannot flirt if his life depended on it - kou looooves them balls. naoki does too!! also hes boyspike bc why not

aihana (ai x hanako) - ok its mostly out of spite bc atlus gave ai confidence issues right? and some of those manifested in body image problems right? and she overcame her self hatred and learned how to love? not other people? but herself? right? - and then they make hanako a walking fat joke which completely nullifies the message they were trying to get across with ai - anyways they call each other beautiful 24/7 and then roast the shit out of any bitch they hate - so pan4pan.

[miqotepotatoe]

Seeing as everyone is making next gen Ninja kids now I may as well share my own that I have hidden away. (I will draw them out when I'm not having art block, so take these gatcha life 2 references I made.)

Honeycomb

Dahlia Brookstone - The youngest of the Brookstones and the team, and the first mortal host to the Element of Crystal. When she was very young, she was very clingy to her parents, mostly towards Cole. She would cry if she wasn't being held by her dad. She's mostly grown out of the seperation anxiety, but is very much a daddies girl.

CJ (Cole Junior) Brookstone - The oldest of the triplets and inherited the Element of Earth from Cole. A spitting image of his father both in appearance and personality, though CJ is a lot more reserved than his father due to how sheltered his childhood was.

When CJ was very young, he got very sick. His parents were horrified to learn it was the same disease that took Cole's mother far too soon. Luckily, medicine has progressed greatly since then so it was much more treatable. This did mean he spent most of his childhood in the hospital, missing out on stuff like school and birthdays. However, CJ found comfort in music. Listening to it, singing songs, playing insruments. It made the dreary days at the hospital much more barable.

By the time he was 14, he was in remission and able to go home without having to ever return to the hospital. But the treatments had weakened CJ's immune system, so he wears a face mask most of the time for extra precaution. His Elemental Powers developed shortly afterwards, and although Cole was cautious about CJ becoming a ninja, he allowed it, so long as CJ is careful.

CJ's main weapon is a scythe, just like his dad.

Flint Brookstone - The middle of the triplets and inherited the Element of Light from Lucy. Just like his mum, Flint is a ray of sunshine who loves to party. His personality is very colourful, often switching moods on the fly depending on the situation. He can go from a joyful clown to spilling your darkest secrets.

Flint is very much an artist, he uses it as a way to express himself. The moment he discovered hair dye he dyed his hair a mismatch of colours. Street art is his favorite thing to do, going off to dark parts of the city and creating something to brighten someone's day. His artist name, Sunny Dangerbuff, is well known across the run down streets of Ninjago, but no one knows who Sunny really is...well except his family.

He uses an axe as his weapon of choice.

Clive Brookstone - The youngest of the triplets and the only child to not have any elemental powers. The most reserved out of the kids, and prefers their own company. They were very insecure of themselves, being surrounded by people with increadible powers while they had nothing. They spent a lot of time wth Dahlia as she too didn't inherit any Elemental Powers, it made them feel less alone.

That is until Dahlia started to manifest a never before seen Elemental Power and she was getting praised by all. Anger and envy towards their family started to manifest. Why didn't they get any powers? Were they not worthy enough? This culminated in an explosive "fight" between Clive & Cole, well...Clive was screaming and shouting at their dad while Cole tried to calm his child down.

In the end, Clive ran away, and they dissapeared off the face of the world. They haven't been seen in months... (kids having a villain arc yo)

She was very close to Clive, the two of them being the only ones without elemental power, but they grew distant after Dahlia awoke to the Element of Crystal. She blames herself for her older sibling running away.

Dahlia is very much an outdoors person, enjoying going on hikes with her family and climbing anything she sees. Cole likes to take her up the mountain his mum took him up when he was younger. She would've loved Dahlia.

She weilds a warhammer into battle, just like her dad.

Kailor

Elio Jiang-Smith - First born of Kai & Skylor, inherited the Element of Fire from Kai. Unlike other Masters of Fire, Elio is very calm and relaxed, with some of his mothers sass and charisma. He always has his heart out on his sleeve, allowing others to vent out to him and he does his best to help them out. Very much the team therapist who needs therapy as he doesn't really think about himself.

When not training to be the new Master of Fire, Elio helps out as his family at their resturant blacksmith forge fusion. He helps his mum out in the resturant, often taking orders, dishing out meals, manning the registor or his favourite cooking in the kitchen. The kitchen is Elio's favourite place to be. He loves cooking up meals for people, though he tends to get very fussy if the meal isn't going according the plan. One of the rare times Elio exhibits the Jiang-Smith rage.

He uses a spear just like his aunt Nya, specifically a yari.

Ruby Jiang-Smith - Youngest born of Kai & Skylor, inherited the Element of Amber from Skylor. The one who clearly inherited all of Kai's hotheadedness and rashness, Ruby is force of chaos, and Wyldfyre's influence doesn't really help. Instead of a ninja, she becomes a martial artist, fighting with various martial art styles mixed with elemental powers she's replicated. She also knows the art of chi-blocking, a technique that blocks ones chi preventing them from fighting back, it also temporarily stops elemental masters from using their powers.

When not fighting anyone that comes her way, Ruby helps out her family at their resturant blacksmith forge fusion. Ruby often helps out her dad at the forge, learning to make weapons. She mostly makes and fixes weapons for the team, but sometimes Kai gives her free reign to let her creative juices flow, resulting in some crazy but effective weapons. Blacksmithing is the only time you'll see Ruby so calm and focused.

She doesn't really have a weapon, but sometimes will pull out some brass knuckles for some extra oomph to her punches.

Jaya

Kairi Walker - First born of Jay & Nya, inherited the Element of Lightning from Jay. She is a weeb, her love of anime stemming from when she was a young child. Sora got her into it, so blame her. She also gifted Kairi the cat ear headband and tail for her 8th birthday and she is never seen without them on, even in her ninja gi.

She, along with Elio, CJ & Minnie, train under Lloyd to master the Elements of Creation. She's very outgoing and once you mention something of interest to her, she will not stop talking about it. You mentioned that anime about magical girls stuck in a time loop, enjoy Kairi lore dumping onto you. She's also very clumsy, tripping over everything and falling down stairs.

She weilds chain weapons like her dad, but her preference is the flail.

Raine Walker - Youngest born of Jay & Nya, inherited the Element of Water from Nya. Unlike the others, Raine chooses to become a samurai instead of a ninja, becoming the Aqua Samurai. He trains under Nya & Pixal, learning how to use his elemental powers from Nya and sword fighting techniques from Pixal. They both taught him mechanics so he can make his own samurai gadgets like a grappling hook or his own trademark samurai mech.

Raine is very much a worry wort like his dad, always overthinking and freaking out over every little thing, but also very headstrong and determined like his mum. He's also one of the few to hold a braincell along with Elio & CJ. Kairi jokingly calls them "the braincell trio" as they always the ones getting everyone out of trouble.

He weilds a pair of katanas just like his uncle Kai.

Pixane

Minnie Borg - Only child of Zane and Pixal, had the Element of Ice passed down to her by Zane. Minnie is both the youngest and the oldest, as her AI had existed just shortly before the Merge, but she has only recently upgraded to a proper nindroid body. She would've upgraded a lot earlier, if the Merge and everyone getting scattered across the world didn't throw a wrench into the plans.

She's very much a mix of her parents, being a bit naive but sassy and selfless. She wouldn't hesitate to leak your internet history if you annoy her. Zane passed on his Elemental Powers when making Minnies power core, using a portion of his heart from himself & Pixal (they all have ⅓ of the power core).

She weilds shurikens just like her dad.