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gemwing1988 · 1 year

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A Burning Jealousy

The Devil groans as he walks into his private study/library and sat down in his large, plush chair by the crackling fireplace, relieved to spend the rest of his day in peace.

It had been painfully boring and irritating enough as it is that he had to spend half of his afternoon going through some matters with Stickler, but did he is auditor have to remind him of his efforts to get the mortal dragon half-blood, Katie Gemwing to willingly accept his proposal and sign a marriage contract so he can marry her?

As much as the Devil was entertained with the dragon girl playing hard to get but he was slowly losing patience with her adamance of refusing to marry him. And things have gotten a whole lot harder when that frost-bitten Shadow Dragon hybrid came along and stole his little dragonfly away from him.

It infuriated the Devil to no end as Katie was more interested in falling head over heels for that… that Validor. Or Frosty as the Devil liked to call him.

When that dragon gave her flowers, she accepted them while she refused the beautiful bouquet the Devil always offers her. While she turns down the sweets the Devil presented her, she happily eats the batch that stupid dragon provided her.

And… and she actually smiled at him… and a snuggled up with him! The Devil had done everything he could to make Katie smile and snuggle with him but all he receives were cold glares and futile attempts to literally push him away when he just so puts his arms around her.

It wasn’t fair! The Devil had seen Katie first and was courting with her fair and square! As the King of the Underworld, he’s got it all! What did that flying frost lizard have that he doesn’t?!

What is it about him that Katie admires him instead of the Devil?!

The Devil breathed in and out again as he leaned back in his chair. Maybe a little light reading might calm him down.

Just as he was about to stand up and walk over to one of the bookshelves to retrieve a book, he paused as he spotted a book resting on the little table next to his chair.

Curious, he picked he picked the book up and crossed his legs as he held it in front of himself. Frowning, he raised an eyebrow as he read the title on the dark, almost black hardback cover. The words were elegantly written in brilliant gold ink as it was titled, “Controlling Your Rage Volume II: How to Cope with Your Envy”.

No doubt Henchman must have found that book while dusting the shelves the other day and thought it would help with his boss’s latest anger issues.

The Devil thought about it and decided why not. It had saved him the trouble from getting up and having a hard time choosing a book. That and he had something new to read.

The Devil calmly opens the book and starts with the first chapter.

“Hmm…” he hummed thoughtfully before he reached his hand up and slightly licked his thumb.

He gently reaches down and is about to turn to the next page when…

*RIIIIIIIP!*

He had aggressively grabbed a fistful of pages and tears them out of the book before he threw them to the floor.

Here we go again.

With a furious scowl, the Devil repeatedly tore out more pages from the book, throwing and scattering them about all over the place without a second thought nor hardly caring about the potential mess he’s making.

As the Devil continued to rip out and scatter more pages from out of the book, Henchman just so happened to walk in, pushing a dining cart with a golden teapot, an elegant teacup with a golden handle and for some reason, a pair of tiny crystal dragon figurines as the decoration.

“Duh, hiya, Boss.” Henchman greeted. “Happy your talk with Stickler over those documents are finally over?”

The Devil just growled in answer, trembling with frustration and grunted while tearing out more pages with more aggression than ever before.

This made Henchman gulp nervously as he darted his eyes to the side. Looks like he had met up with the boss at a bad time. Looking back at the tea set, Henchman quickly got an idea with calming the King of the Underworld down.

“Ooh! I know what’ll cheer ya up.” Henchman claimed happily as he picked the teapot up. “I think you’d like some calming tea poured into your favourite cup. A nice cup of warm tea cheers ya up…next to taking bubble baths.”

Just as he was about to rip out a couple of more pages, the Devil pauses in mid-tear when he noticed the two crystal figurines on the dining cart.

“Dragons…?” He uttered.

“D’oh, uh, yeah. Aren’t they pretty?” Henchman asked. “I was out shopping for groceries when I just found ‘em at an antique store on the way home. I thought they would look nice on one of the shelves.”

As Henchman began to daintily pour some steaming, hot tea into the teacup, the Devil couldn’t tear his eyes away from the glimmering crystal ornaments of the two dragons.

Suddenly, in his mind’s eye, the figurines suddenly morphed into tiny versions of Katie in her dragon form and Validor. The tiny dragons suddenly took into the air and began to fly around. And then, they held claws as they hovered just in front of the Devil, entwining each other’s tails. And as insult to injury to the Devil’s jealousy, the tiny couple looked at each other lovingly deep in the eye… and kissed.

There were even some cute little heart bubbles floating around them, popping out of existence as new ones took their place after each pop.

Illusion or not, the sight of his future queen making lovey-dovey eyes and smiling at his rival and kissing him had greatly angered the Devil. And I didn’t take look for the cracks in the walls containing the fires of his rage to completely shatter.

Almost predictably, the enraged Devil dropped the book, threw back his head and screamed in fury that sounds more like a demonic roar rather than a simple scream:

“RRRRAAAAAARRGGGGHHHH!!!”

He totally lost it big time.

Grabbing his pitchfork, the Devil sprung up onto his chair, one foot on one of the armrests while the other is still firmly on the floors. In his envy-fuelled rage, he took aim at the hallucinations and fired.

*BOOOOM!!!*

There was a still and awkward silence in the study as the Devil was still like a statue on his chair, ribbons of steam creeping out from them sharp prongs of the pitchfork until they eventually faded away as he slightly settles down.

Not only did the flames shot out from the pitchfork shattered the figurines but it also destroyed yet another dining cart. Meanwhile a stunned yet unscathed Henchman was standing in shock, wide-eyed as he was still unconsciously pouring tea onto the floor from the remains of the shattered teapot.

Talk about déjà vu.

Although he had somewhat settled down, the Devil was still furious. And he’s not talking about destroying his favourite teacup. Again!

He was angry because of his jealousy. Because of that infuriating frost dragon had stolen his special girl away from him!

“That does it!” The Devil snarled as he threw his pitchfork to the floor. “I’ve just had enough as I can take!”

Hands folded behind his back, the Devil continued seething as he walked away from his chair, breathing heavily. He then summoned his looking glass as it hovered before him.

“Show me the girl!” He commanded with a sinister and angry glare.

The glassy surface shimmered and rippled like when you drop a pebble into the water of a pond. The mirror now shows an image of the teapot-shaped cottage in the woods as Katie stepped out through the door.

The Devil would have felt a bit better to see her all by herself if not for Validor just swooping down and landing in the front yard. Even the goat seemed happy to see the dragon as he didn’t seem to mind his arrival. Katie happily ran over to Validor and embraced him like a rider with a horse, kissing him on the cheek.

Katie then transformed into her dragon form as she and Validor took to the air and began to happily fly around amongst the treetops before flying off.

This alone only fanned the flames of the Devil’s rage-induced envy even more.

“I had set my eyes on her first!” The Devil growled. “I had chosen her to be my queen! Katie Gemwing belongs to me! I refuse to lose her to that infuriating frost-bitten dragon!”

Just then, Henchman peeks in as he pipes up, “Vaildor.”

Comparing himself just slightly, the Devil sighed and bluntly replied, “Thank you, Henchman.”

Straightening up, the Devil glared some more of the happy couple as they soared across the fluffy white cotton Candy-like clouds dotting the blue sky.

Katie is just as beautiful as a dragon as the sunlight shone on her gem-like scales, glistening like the sun upon the waters of the ocean, and her midnight blue feathery wings sparking like the stars in the night sky.

Whatever it takes, the Devil will have his queen. That good for nothing ice lizard will never stand a chance against him. He is fire and that pathetic dragon is fragile ice that can easily melt into a puddle within his flames.

The Devil will have Katie all to himself, even if he have to forcefully take that dragon’s soul out and eat it and burn his empty husk before her very eyes!

“No matter what, she will be mine.” The Devil vowed. “And not even the likes of Frosty is going to stand in my way! This I SWEAR IT!”

#The Cuphead Show #Cuphead Devil #Cuphead the Devil #Cuphead Henchman #OC #Self Insert #Cuphead Fanfiction #Renew the Cuphead Show #Something I did for fun

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sweethoneyrose83 · 7 months

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Glamrock Bonnie Bouquet

Assorted Flowers: Peonies blue, Roses Hot Pink, Dahlias purple

Add Metallic Accents: Incorporate metallic elements like gold or silver spray-painted foliage, metallic ribbons, or even small glittery ornaments to add a glam touch.

Include Rock 'n' Roll Elements: Add small accessories that evoke the rock 'n' roll vibe such as miniature guitars, music notes, or even tiny disco balls or bowling balls attached to sticks to place among the flowers.

Consider Alternative Materials: Don't limit yourself to traditional flowers. You can incorporate faux flowers, feathers, sequins, or even small LED lights to create a unique and eye-catching bouquet.

Add a Personal Touch: Consider adding a custom personalized message or lyrics from a favorite song.

Small Glamrock Bonnie plush toy or figurine (optional): You can include this as a whimsical accent with the bouquet.

#spooky vibes #video game #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #pizzaparty #glamrock animatronics #glamrock #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #flowers

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thesimspectre · 3 years

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✿ Gaming Room ✿

wanted to create a gaming room, so i downloaded a bunch of cc just to make it lol. i think it turned out really cute, i really love the garage door recolor its so cute ahhhh >.<

build details + cc links below the cut!

origin ID: hiitskaitlyn

↬ 7x5 // $39,961

�� ROOM TYPE: career & misc

↬ PACKS USED:

EP: cottage living, snowy escape, eco lifestyle, discover university, get famous, city living, get together

GP: dream home decorator, parenthood, dine out

SP: paranormal, tiny living, moschino, movie hangout

Kits: blooming rooms, industrial loft

+ holiday celebration

↬ bb.moveobjects on

CC Links

* sailor moon paintings

lava lamp

*studio ghibli posters

anime plushies

pokemon plushies

princess peach poster

neon wall signs

more neon wall signs

even more neon wall signs

mic + camera

pc set up + headset

flower string lights

game posters (not shown)

neon mini lamps + clock

kawaii food stuffs

hatsune miku figurines

substitute plush + mesh

mini humidifier + pc speakers

snacks + scream movie

garage door recolor + mesh

bunny chair

desk lamp + pc tower

cat lamp

streamer pillows

*headset on shelf

dvds

tapestry + mesh

heart wallpaper

*links are from TSR

you can also find me on instagram! @ thesimspectre [ x ]

#ts4 maxis match #ts4 custom content #ts4cc #ts4mm #ts4 download #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 simblr #ts4 gameplay #sims #sims 4 cc #sims 4 screenshots

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achildlikeprincess · 3 years

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♡ The Halloween Dollhouse ♡

Above in the Halloween evening air, raindrops gathered and waited to fall upon the trick-or-treaters below. The old trees lining the neighborhood sang darkly of autumn richness. Glazed, golden leaves fluttered down with the chilly wind, lining the damp sidewalk like magic stepping stones. Minnie and her friends, dressed as a gaggle of witches in unearthly frayed and glittering black rags, were dashing between the houses as fast as they could before the first raindrop fell.

"Hurry! We've got to get all the candy we can!" Penny shouted. She rang the next doorbell seven times, hopping up and down in her pointy black slippers. "Penny! Don't be rude! Oh, I can't believe it's going to rain on Halloween," sighed Daisy. "Oh my! What a scary group of witches! I hope you won't melt when the rain falls," the old man who answered the door chuckled, giving them each a chocolate bar just as the sky above shattered and began to pour. "Better hurry back!" "Thank you sir! We'll be okay!" Minnie called, and the girls took off running. They were headed to Minnie's, looking for her Jack-O-Lantern carved with a glowing bow through the downpour. Thunder boomed in their ears and the darkness seemed ever blacker as the wind made the ribbons of their hats shudder. Five little witches suddenly saw the sky flash with lovely yet dangerous silver lightning. Rain whispered across their faces and smeared the eerie green makeup into dripping tears. But the warmth of Minnie's house was waiting, and soon they were crowded into the bathroom giggling, washing away the green paint and changing into pajamas, popcorn heating in the microwave and a scary movie playing on television. "We didn't even get enough candy!" Penny grumbled, emptying her plastic purple pumpkin and counting only a few chocolate bars and boxes of fruit snacks. "Did...did worms just come out of their masks?!" Lilly squeaked, hiding her face in a pillow. "I'm going to be sick!" Daisy reached for the remote, but before she could turn the channel the sky erupted with thunder, making the little house tremble. It was the loudest thunder crack they had ever heard, and the lightning strike that followed left them in complete darkness. "Oh, the power's out!" Minnie hugged her dog Fifi, who was glad to have her home early from trick-or-treating, and had been cuddling beside her on the couch. "Don't worry, though, I've got flashlights and plenty of candles!" "But the popcorn didn't finish popping!" Clarabelle wailed. "Silly, I've got a box of cookies!" Minnie found her way into the kitchen, Fifi at her heels. She brought back hot pink flashlights, matches, candles, and a pretty gold box of pumpkin sugar cookies. "What are we going to do all night? Just pig out in the dark?" Daisy scowled. "Let's think of something fun, how about having a séance?" Clarabelle offered. "Nooo!" Lilly whimpered, wanting to hide under the couch if any ghosts showed up. "We're going to my room, and from there we're going to a Halloween party at a glamorous hotel," Minnie smiled, leading the way. Daisy, Penny, Clarabelle, and Lilly curiously followed. The rain fell steadily against the windowpanes as Minnie carefully placed candles around her room and lit them. Soft orange light shone upon where the party was to take place: Minnie's dollhouse. "We all left our dolls here yesterday, remember? So, we'll dress them up and pretend the dollhouse is a big, grand hotel with a ballroom!" The girls were enchanted by the idea. They crowded around Minnie's treasure trunk painted with flowers where she kept all of her doll clothes. There were even things inside like tiny paper roses, faded floral handkerchiefs, plastic tiaras, and scraps of delicate fabric. Clarabelle wound the handkerchiefs around her doll until she was shrouded in mystery. Daisy and Penny fought over the roses but found there were enough to share. Lilly chose the frothiest, glittering pink cloud of a dress she could find, while Minnie picked a beautiful white satin gown. Outside the storm drew on. Moonlight streamed through a curtain of rain into the candlelit room, making it all very cozy. Thunder rumbled quietly now, and Fifi nestled next to Minnie whenever the lightning flashed. "You're coming too, Fifi! Look!" Minnie said sweetly to her baby, and placed a porcelain dog figurine inside the dollhouse. She was painted the same rich brown as Fifi, and the little dog barked happily. The party was ready to begin. With the power out, the music floated from a trusty cassette player. Minnie chose a tape with old romantic songs like 'In the Still of the Night', 'Twilight Time', 'Stardust', and 'Midnight, the Stars and You'. Each girl gave her doll a piece of candy as they sat down at a perfect little pink table. Clarabelle wanted everyone to meet her doll first, Dahlia Dairymaid. "She's hosting the séance!" Clarabelle grinned, placing a jeweled keychain of Minnie's at the center of the table, making a real crystal ball. The girls joined her around the table, linking hands and closing their eyes. Lilly peeked as Dahlia began to speak quietly into the candlelit shadows, asking the spirits to appear. A crack of thunder made everyone jump out of their chairs. Suddenly they heard the click of high heels on the polished floors. "Instead of summoning a ghost, you've invited a beauty queen to the doll realm," Daisy's doll, Mary Lou Moonstone, placed her bouquet of roses on the table, the satin red petals shining in the dark. "And me! I'm here to tap-dance!" Lilly's doll, the child star Helen Shimmers, danced out of the darkness and whirled around the table. "Please! I need quiet to contact the other side," Dahlia shooed them away. "Flowers! Flowers to buy!" a sweet voice echoed. It was Penny's doll, Wendy Gardenwalk, entering the hotel with a basket of flowers she hoped to sell. "Let's buy some for the ghosts," Minnie giggled. "I have all the flowers I need!" Mary Lou turned up her nose. "Oh dear, I suppose we aren't communicating with any spirits tonight," Dahlia covered her crystal with a shroud of lace. "Minnie, where is your doll?" Lilly wondered. "Oh, she'll be singing later tonight. But first, we need to finish these cookies so she will have a stage!" The girls laughed and shared the pumpkin cookies, the orange sugar sparkling in the glow of the candles. The dolls finished their candy and tried to start the séance again, but Helen took Wendy's basket of flowers and danced into the labyrinth of hallways. "Give those back!" Wendy chased after her, and everyone followed them. Helen's high-pitched giggles echoed down the grand halls of the hotel. Wendy snatched the basket back, and began to laugh too. The dolls twirled down the hallway throwing pink petals into the air. They sprinkled down upon the shining floor like pumpkin seeds. "How lovely, a path of petals for the queen," Mary Lou's glossy shoes followed the plush petals to the ballroom, as Dahlia walked in a dreamlike haze, silently willing any spirits who might be walking with them to communicate with her. The storm was growing quiet, a silence waiting to be filled by a doll's haunting song. As everyone played make-believe about the hotel, Minnie couldn't help but to feel perturbed. They all were still in her room, weren't they? She looked at the furniture she was sure she had made for her dolls, but it seemed too real, and just her size. The glittery orange garland she had hung from the ceiling for her dolls weeks ago was too high for her to touch. A final crash of thunder made the candles tremble, the shivering light dazzled her. Minnie thought how strange it was the candles seemed so far away. Had they left her room? Shadows floated across the painted walls, playing with her mind. But she didn't have too much time to wonder about it. The cookies were finished and now the empty box would become the stage for her doll's singing debut. The golden doors of the ballroom waited to be opened, but would there be ghosts inside? Of course not! Only a party for sweet little girls and their beloved dolls. The ballroom was the brightest place in the hotel, a crystal chandelier pouring warm light that no storm could touch. "And now, the lovely Miss Claire Poupée will sing 'Mouse of My Dreams'," Minnie announced, smiling proudly as her doll took to the stage in her starlit white silk gown. She sang her sweet and wistful melody as the girls and their dolls swayed across the candlelit floor, giggling and cloaked in Halloween magic. "I'm so glad you girls joined us for the night," Claire smiled when her song was finished. "It would be so lovely if this Halloween night went on forever," "We wish it could too," Daisy said dreamily; Penny, Lilly, and Clarabelle nodded along, but Minnie crept to the edge of the dollhouse, knowing they had been inside it for the entire night. She peeked out into the darkened room where the candles burned quietly, and asleep on the floor of her bedroom, she and her friends were laying and holding tightly to their dolls. The hushed rain and autumn leaves fell so softly outside the window, filling a night that would be spent in the golden world of her dollhouse ballroom.

#minnie n me stories

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magicsmutshop · 5 years

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Tangents

Pairings: Kim Taehyung/Reader, Min Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smutty one-shot

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~6000

Warnings: Alcohol, weed, voyeurism/exhibitionism, frat boy!Tae, frat boy!Yoongi, quasi-threesome

about: You’re stuck partnering on a presentation with resident stoner Taehyung. When you go over to his frat house to work on it, you meet his roommate Yoongi -- and realize they both have more to them than meets the eye.

inspired by this amazing picture.

Shouldering your backpack, you knock on the front door of the Beta Tau Sigma house. You shift your weight from foot to foot while waiting for a response. You can hear sounds coming through the door -- some kind of shooting game and guys yelling at each other to “duck under that projectile, Jin!” You roll your eyes and bang on the door harder.

Suddenly, the door is flung open to reveal a tall guy in a gray sweatsuit, shaking black hair out of his eyes. He stares at you for a moment, looking completely spaced-out.

“Uh, hi? Is Taehyung here?” You awkwardly adjust your backpack again and tighten your ponytail.

Tall Guy’s face clears and his eyes crinkle. “Oh yeah, he said he had somebody coming by to work on a project. He’s in the living room.” He spins on his heel and charges down the hall, not waiting to see if you followed. You roll your eyes again and make your way inside, closing the door behind you. You definitely got a strong whiff of weed from that brief conversation, which doesn’t bode well for your project work tonight.

Your Anthro 101 professor had assigned partners for a presentation due in two weeks. Unfortunately, you were paired up with Kim Taehyung, the resident stoner who always made the most random comments during discussion. You internally cringed every time he opened his mouth, because his off-the-wall questions would lead the professor down long tangents that were irrelevant to the syllabus. It was a waste of your time when the professor could be lecturing on content that would actually show up on the exams! You were dreading the idea of having to keep Taehyung on topic and on track during the presentation, which counted for a fairly large part of your grade.

On the other hand, Taehyung seemed happy with the partner assignment. He plopped down in the seat next to yours while you were packing up your notes, and cheerfully invited you to his fraternity house the next night to get started on the presentation. He was a member of Beta Tau Sigma, the arts fraternity which was known for their hot artsy guys, but also for the noise complaints that came out of their League of Legends tournaments. You weren’t exactly eager to spend an evening there, but your roommate never left the dorm room and the library had shitty heating. So here you were on a Friday night, following the skunk smell to the living room in search of your partner.

You poke your head into the room Tall Guy disappeared into, and see him sitting on the floor in front of the couch with a controller in his hands. He’s next to a beautiful man with broad shoulders and plush lips who’s screaming at the tv. Behind them on the couch is Taehyung, next to yet another beautiful man with plush lips and silvery hair. The fraternity’s reputation was clearly not wrong.

Taehyung looks up with a beaming smile upon seeing you peeking in. “Y/N! You made it!” He gracefully unfolds himself off the couch and bounds over to you. “I’m so excited to work on this with you.” He’s making really intense eye contact with you, which is slightly unnerving until you notice the slight redness of his eyes. You see a bong made out of a Tata figurine on the beat-up coffee table in front of the couch, which explains everything you needed to know.

You force a smile. “Of course, looking forward to getting this project done. So, where’s your room?” The guys behind you break out into a chorus of “oohs” before returning their attention to the game they’re playing. Taehyung ignores them, taking you gently by the arm and directing you out of the room.

“Sorry, we’ve been having our game night and they get a little rowdy. I promise they won’t bother us while we’re working on the project. I’m right upstairs. Do you want anything to drink before we get started?”

You shake your head. “No thanks, I’d rather just get to it.” Taehyung shrugs and leads you up a flight of stairs. As you follow him, you can’t help but notice how nicely his ass fills out his black pants. He pushes open a door covered in a Nas poster and beckons for you to enter first.

You blink your eyes at the dim lighting when you enter his room. The room is a pretty standard-issue college room--there are two twin beds on opposite walls. One side is covered in torn-out pictures of rappers from magazines. The other side is covered in black-and-white photos, plus a poster of The Starry Night. In between the beds, another guy is sitting at his desk with his back to you. He has huge headphones on and is looking at an intimidating array of monitors and speakers. Like Taehyung, he’s wearing a baseball cap and a plain black tee. He doesn’t seem to have noticed your entrance.

Taehyung bounces over to the guy and pokes him in the shoulder. “Yo, Yoongi!” Yoongi ignores him. Not to be deterred, Taehyung pulls one side of his headphones off. “Yoongi!”

Yoongi finally turns around. “What, Tae?” His scowl doesn’t hide the fact that he’s really attractive, with narrow, dark eyes, delicate lips, and the most flawless skin you’ve ever seen on a man. Seriously, what is it with the hot men in this fraternity? Suddenly, you notice his dark gaze land on you.

“Yoongi, this is Y/N! She’s in my anthro class, we’re going to work on that presentation I was telling you about!” Taehyung turns to you, smiling winningly. “This is my roommate Yoongi, do you mind if he sticks around? He’s working on a project too, but don’t worry, his headphones block out the entire world.” You shrug.

Yoongi gives you a brief nod and then immediately turns back to his computer, putting his headphones back on. He’s clearly not the talkative type, but Taehyung seems to talk enough for two. “Come sit here, I promise I just changed the sheets, Jungkook did the laundry so it smells really good!” He pats the bedspread next to him.

You tentatively approach and sit down, pulling your backpack into your lap. The sheets really do smell good, and sitting this closely, Taehyung smells good too. You were expecting him to smell like weed and Axe, but instead, he smells like a combination of musk and flowers. You blink out of your brief reverie and lock eyes with him. There’s that discomfiting eye contact again… but this time you notice how long his eyelashes are. “So, shall we start?” He pulls out his laptop, breaking the moment.

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Much to your surprise, Taehyung actually knows what he’s doing. He had a really good suggestion for your presentation topic, and when you agreed to it, he had a potential outline already typed up, with ideas for supporting articles and readings you could refer to. Despite your worst fears, you’re done with the initial prep work in an hour, and have a solid base to draft your presentation for next week. Taehyung closes his laptop with a flourish and hops off his bed, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rides up, revealing a flat stomach with a tiny happy trail leading up to his bellybutton. As your gaze drifts up his torso, you realize he’s watching you watch him, with a smug glint in his eyes. “How about that drink now?”

You flush, realizing you were caught. Tae had completely changed your initial opinion of him over the past 90 minutes, once you realized how quick-thinking he actually was. You were actually enjoying his random little asides and pieces of trivia, and it was harder to ignore how attractive he actually was… for a frat boy. “I’m not sure,” you start to demur, but his smile quickly turns into a pout.

“Come on, it’s Friday night and we totally blew past our goals for the evening. Let’s hang out and play some Mario Kart,” he wheedles, widening his brown eyes at you. Behind him, you hear a snort from Yoongi. Tae had claimed that Yoongi’s headphones blocked out the world, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Yoongi had made the occasional dry aside during your conversations. He had a sarcastic sense of humor, but had also made some good suggestions for your presentation.

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Earlier on, you’d finally asked Tae why he led the professor on so many tangents during class. “You’re so organized with this project, why do you ask all those random questions that take ages for him to answer?”

Taehyung had a sly smile on his face. “It turns out that the professor has certain areas of interest that he wasn’t allowed to put on the syllabus because the department is so strict about 100-level standards. So when I ask my questions, I get participation credit, right?” You nod slowly. You can see Yoongi at his desk, turned in your direction. “But not only do I get the credit, I also get insight into what the professor is interested in. He goes off on these tangents about his pet interests, which I then put into my homework and papers. He’s flattered that I have an interest, so I get a better grade.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” your mind was blown. Suddenly you understood where Tae’s presentation idea came from--the professor had indeed rambled on about it for a good 20 minutes in the previous week’s class. You looked at Taehyung with new respect. His eyes were glimmering with mischief.

Yoongi nodded. “I took this class last year with the same professor. I taught this guy everything he knows.” He had a matching sly smile on his face. These two were trouble.

“Yah! I have some tricks of my own!” Taehyung playfully threw a plushie at Yoongi’s head, ending the conversation, and you got back to your work.

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You agree to play Mario Kart, so Taehyung takes you back to the living room. Yoongi stays behind in the room, claiming he’s on a roll with his song, and the other guys are nowhere to be seen. According to Tae, they’ve left for a party at another frat.

“You didn’t want to go with them?” You ask, sipping on peach soju.

Taehyung shrugs. “I didn’t want to wreck our flow, and I’m cool just chilling here for the evening. Do you wanna make things interesting and race for shots?” His eyes sparkle and he shakes the bottle of soju in your direction.

“Race for shots?”

“Winner of the race has to do a shot of soju. That way if one of us is better, the alcohol evens things out. We implemented the house rule because otherwise Jungkook would win every single round.”

What do you have to lose? You’re having fun, and you could use the handicap to be honest. “Sure, let’s do it. But I call Yoshi!”

Taehyung pouts. “No fair, Yoshi’s the best.”

Seven rounds later, you’re both flushed and giggly and constantly running your karts off the side of the Rainbow Road. Taehyung’s tolerance is surprisingly low for a frat boy, and you aren’t doing much better. He keeps leaning into your side as he acts out the turns with his entire body. Whenever he presses up against your side, you get another whiff of that musky fragrance, and his body forms a line of heat against yours.

He knocks back his penalty shot of soju but not all of it makes it into his mouth. You watch the droplets of liquid travel down his firm jawline onto his neck. Your mouth is suddenly dry--you find yourself wanting to track that droplet with your tongue. He seems to know what you’re thinking. When you look back at his eyes, he’s staring at your mouth. “Hey. I don’t think I can take any more soju. How about a different penalty for winning the next race? Winner has to give the loser a kiss.”

You gulp. His mouth looks lush and red, and is glistening from the soju. He licks his lips slowly, cleaning off the last of the alcohol. Fueled by soju bravery, you lick your own lips. “How about we skip the race and go straight to the penalty?” You can feel a flush rise to your cheeks that isn’t solely from the alcohol.

In lieu of an answer, he leans forward and gently brushes his lips against yours. You close your eyes, open your mouth and fall into the kiss. His lips are soft, and when you slide your tongue against his, he tastes like peaches. As the kissing becomes more intense, he suddenly wraps his hands around your face, long fingers caressing your cheeks. You pull back for a moment, looking into his intense eyes. The eye contact is no longer uncomfortable, but you break it in order to make your wish of tracking the stray soju come true. You dip your head to brush kisses along his jawline, following the sticky traces, moving down to his neck. He gasps and lets out a deep moan. His voice has gotten impossibly deeper as you continue to kiss and gently suck on his neck. “Don’t stop, babe. That feels incredible.”

Suddenly, he slides his hands into your ponytail and pulls you off his neck, crushing his lips to yours again. As you let out tiny whines into his mouth, his hands roam down your body, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you into his lap. You toss your head back at the feeling of his hardness trapped underneath you. You’re separated by several layers of clothing, but you can feel his cock grinding up into you. He reaches under your shirt and runs his hands up your back while you’re rubbing against him. Both of you are getting loud--until you suddenly hear the door open, and boisterous laughter wafting into the hall.

You spring off his lap and fling yourself back onto the couch next to him, but there’s no hiding what you’ve been up to. Both of you have wet, bitten lips, you’re heaving with breath, and he has a massive bulge in his pants. Luckily, you hear the noise move into the kitchen rather than in your direction. Taehyung nods to himself, stands up, and takes your hands to pull you up as well. “Stay with me tonight?” he whispers.

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply while he walks you backwards to the stairs. You stumble a bit, the haze of lust and alcohol fogging up your coordination, but his grip is firm and steady. This time, he lets you go ahead of him on the stairs, and you swear you can feel his heated gaze on your ass. Your intuition is proven right as he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks with both hands just as you reach the top landing. You manage to stifle your yelp in time before the boys in the kitchen hear you. “Tae!” you hiss, turning around on him. He grins, unrepentant.

Tae takes your waist in his grasp again, crowding his body up against your back, and gently pushes you through the door with the Nas picture. You can feel him rubbing his cock against your ass as he slides his hands up your stomach towards your breasts. All of a sudden, you stop short as you take in the room. His roommate! Yoongi isn’t at his computer, and the room is only lit by the glow of his sleeping monitors and a lamp on Tae’s nightstand. But you see a human-sized lump in the twin bed on the far end of the room.

Taehyung continues to move his hands up to your breasts, pinching at your nipples. Even through your shirt and bra, it feels amazing, but you reluctantly twist out of his grip. “Tae, we can’t do this, Yoongi’s sleeping right there.” you hiss as quietly as possible.

Taehyung chuckles lowly. “Yoongi is the heaviest sleeper I know. He has his headphones on for white noise, and a sleeping mask. I promise you, he has no idea what’s happening right now,” he says in his normal speaking tone. You look over at Yoongi again fearfully, but he hasn’t twitched a muscle. Sure enough, you can see Galaxy Buds in his ears, a Kumamon mask pulled over his eyes, and his blanket pulled up to his chin. He looks strangely angelic in his sleep. But you’re still unsure… until Tae pulls you into yet another kiss.

You can’t get enough of the taste of his lips, the feeling of his big hands roaming over your skin, or the smell of his neck when you bury your nose in it. All of your doubts float away in the Tae-and-soju haze. You crawl onto his bed and let your legs fall open so that he can lower himself down in between them.

“You’re so sexy, I noticed you the first day in class,” he murmurs as he slowly pushes your shirt up, revealing your plain purple bra. “You were chewing on your pen in between taking notes, and you looked so annoyed every time I opened my mouth. That was the third reason I kept asking so many questions in class--to get a rise out of you.” He expertly flips the front clasp on your bra and pulls it apart, revealing your breasts to him. Before you can respond to his cheeky statement, he silences you by leaning down and licking across one of your nipples. He works his tongue around the nub, enjoying the feeling of it stiffening in his mouth. You’re still trying to keep your cries quiet out of fear of waking Yoongi up, but he’s making it extremely difficult.

You run your hands down his back, grabbing the end of his shirt and starting to tug it up. “Take this off, Tae.” He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, dislodging his baseball cap. He flings his shirt to the floor, picks up the cap, and settles it back on his head, brim facing backwards. He flashes you a V-sign when he catches you staring. You ignore the cap in favor of admiring the swathes of golden skin that have been revealed. His shoulders are broad, and his torso is lean and lightly muscled. You shrug off your shirt and bra as well, and pull him back down on top of you.

After a few minutes of heated kissing, you can feel his hips rocking into yours more urgently. Panting lightly, he pulls back and looks into your eyes. “Can I go down on you?”

“Hell yes.” You start to unbutton your pants, but he stops you, putting his hands over yours. He slowly kisses his way down your torso, detouring to lick at each of your nipples in turn, and flutters his tongue in your bellybutton, making you laugh. Finally, he slides off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving you completely bare to his gaze. Tae pushes your legs apart, running his hands up your thighs. He doesn’t drag it out any longer, but gently slides his thumb in between your lower lips, rubbing at the wetness around your hole.

“Seriously, so sexy.” Using both hands, Tae parts your lips to reveal your clit, and swipes at it with his tongue. Your hips kick up as you choke on a moan. His tongue is hot and wet, and feels amazing as he swirls it around your aching nub. He looks up at you. “Play with your nipples for me, baby.” You bring your hands up to follow his orders, when suddenly you notice movement on the far end of the room. You turn your head to the side and lock eyes with Yoongi, who is decidedly not asleep and is watching you. You flinch, nearly kicking Tae in the head.

Yoongi flashes you a lazy smirk and waves at you and Taehyung, who has also noticed he’s awake. Tae giggles and waves back. “Hi, Yoongi! Did we wake you up?” He leans back in towards you, but you hold him back with a hand on his forehead, bringing your other arm up to cover your breasts.

“Yoongi, I’m so sorry, Taehyung told me you would sleep through anything,” you babble.

“Now how could I sleep through this? And why would I want to?” Yoongi rumbles in a sleep-roughened voice. He sounds nonchalant as ever, but the high flush on his cheeks tell a different story, and you notice one of his hands is underneath his covers. He bites his lower lip, tongue peeking out to swipe across it.

Taehyung, ever observant, doesn’t overlook your interest. “Do you mind if he stays?” You turn your attention back to him where he’s still between your legs. His lips and chin are wet with your juices, his eyes are sparkling, and his forehead is flushed underneath that damn backwards ballcap. You can feel his hands sneaking back up to your pussy, and you can feel Yoongi’s gaze like a weight. You’ve never felt so desirable and sexy. The soju haze has mostly left you, but you’re under a fog of lust and you don’t want to stop here.

Locking eyes with Yoongi again, you shake your head. “I don’t mind. But I don’t want to be the only one naked here.”

Taehyung hurriedly raises himself up to his knees, almost falling over as he hurriedly shoves down his black pants. He’s not wearing any underwear underneath, so his large cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. Your breath catches. It’s incredible how hard it is for the size. It’s glistening at the tip, and you know it’s going to feel absolutely amazing inside you. But first, you want to taste him there and see if he’s as sweet as he is everywhere else.

You hear rustling from Yoongi’s side of the room, and glance over to see he has his covers rucked down to his waist, exposing his bare chest. He’s broader than Taehyung, with perky nipples you’d love to get your mouth on. He has one hand propping up his head to better enjoy the show, and the other hand is slowly, rhythmically moving under the covers. You drag your gaze away from him and back to Taehyung, who’s put his mouth back on your clit and is slowly grinding his hips into the bed.

Now that you don’t have to worry about being quiet, your moans fill the air as Taehyung works the gasps out of your mouth. He slides one long finger into you, stroking it in and out as he suckles at your clit. His eyes are closed in bliss as he enjoys your taste, and you can feel the vibrations of his low moans. You suddenly find yourself way too close to coming, and you don’t want to be done so quickly.

“Tae.” He opens his eyes and meets yours, sliding his finger out of your pussy and into his mouth. You almost forget what you were going to say, but gather the last threads of coherency back together. “Let me return the favor.” You hear Yoongi quietly gasp and speed up his strokes.

You and Taehyung switch places on the bed, with him now lying on his back, looking up at you. You whip the cap off his head, running your fingers through his silky hair, before sitting back up on top of his legs. You feel shy for a moment to be so exposed, but the expression on his face reveals nothing but desire and lust. You can hear Yoongi’s little gasps from across the room as well, as you mouth down Tae’s toned torso towards his cock. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up his sticky precome. It doesn’t taste like peaches, but you can’t get enough of his unique flavor.

Tae gets loud, unabashedly keeping up a steady stream of compliments in that deep voice, telling you how sexy you look as you slide your mouth down his cock. It’s too big for you to take the whole thing in, but you use your hand to slide up and down the parts your mouth can’t reach. After a few minutes, you feel his hips start to jerk up more, and he wraps his hand in your ponytail to gently pull you off. “Stop… I’m so close, but I really want to fuck you.”

You press one last open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, and then knee-walk your way back up his body to pull him in for a heated liplock. After grabbing a condom and rolling it on, he brings his hands to your core again, plunging two fingers into your pussy while sucking on your neck right underneath your ear, making you gasp. His fingers feel great, but you’re after something bigger. Batting his hand aside, you grasp his cock and slowly take the entire length in until your thighs press against his sharp hipbones. You both gasp and pause for a moment, enjoying the feeling until you have to move. Leaning forward and resting your hands on his shoulders, your lips meet once again as you start to rock back and forth on his cock.

He’s stroking up into you at the perfect angle and speed. You can barely keep your lips connected to his, until you finally pull away to gasp for air. His eyes are squeezed shut underneath his thick eyebrows, and he’s biting his lower lip almost painfully. Before you get lost in the pleasure, you turn to the side again, and see Yoongi looks almost as lost, biting the side of his hand to stay quiet as he rapidly strokes himself underneath the covers. Seeing the effect you’re having on these two men causes you to clench tightly on Taehyung’s length. If you can just get a little friction, you’re so close to coming apart.

Taehyung suddenly moans sharply, grabs your hips, and forces you down onto his cock as his hips hammer up into you. You can see his pulse pounding in his neck as his breathing gradually slows. A bright flush spreads across his cheeks as you realize that he just came.

Taehyung gently raises you up by the hips so he can pull out of you, panting heavily. You let out a little whine--you were so close to coming! You can’t help but grind down on his flat stomach, trying to get any friction on your throbbing clit. His eyes are closed and his expression is completely blissed out as he scrubs his hand through his sweaty hair. Suddenly, he opens his eyes and gives you a pout. “Shit, babe--that felt way too good, I didn’t mean to come that fast. You didn’t get off yet, right?” Tae’s voice is gravelly and satisfied, in contrast to his puppy eyes. “Give me a second and I’ll go down on you again.”

You open your mouth to accept his offer, when you’re interrupted from an unexpected corner. “That won’t be necessary,” Yoongi says. As you and Tae both swivel to look over at him, Yoongi abruptly raises himself off his bed. You can see spots of color high on his cheeks, and his lips are flushed and wet from where he’s been biting them. His pupils are so dilated, his eyes are practically black. Looking further down, the wet spot on the front of the bulge in his boxers leave you no doubt that he’s been enjoying the show. But he can’t stand by and merely watch any longer.

He stalks in your direction, unceremoniously stripping off his underwear to reveal his flushed cock. He gently strokes himself a few times, spreading the precome up and down his shaft before grabbing a condom from Tae’s bedside table and smoothly rolling it on.

“Is this okay?” he whispers into your ear as he climbs onto the bed behind you where you’re still straddling Taehyung’s legs. You gulp and nod, grinding yourself onto Tae’s abs a little harder. This is straight out of your deepest, darkest fantasies. “Baby, I need you to use your words.” Yoongi’s voice drops even further as he leans closer. You can smell the woodsy note of his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of his hands, which are planted on the bed on either side of your hips.

“Y-yes, this is more than okay,” you manage to gasp out. You start to rise off of Taehyung, to move off of him so that Yoongi has room to maneuver. But Yoongi instead grabs your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he presses his full body up against yours. This is the first time he’s touched you all night, and his big hands feel so good, slightly digging into your flesh. You’re going to have the marks from this encounter on your skin for quite some time, and you can’t get enough of it.

“Okay, Tae, watch and learn. This is how you get the job done.” Yoongi teasingly tells the other man over your shoulder, before ducking his head down to your neck. He trails his pouty lips up and down your skin, leaving a sucking mark on the sensitive spot right beneath your ear that Taehyung had been teasing earlier. He had clearly been paying close attention to the spots that made you shudder. You tilt your head to give him better access, reveling in having his attention on you. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass, so close to where you’re feeling aching and empty. You try to tilt your hips backwards, but his grip is too firm.

Taehyung is completely unfazed by the extra body straddling his legs. He smirks and makes himself comfortable, putting his hands underneath his head on the pillow. “Teach me your ways, sunbae.” He casts his mischievous gaze down your body, lingering on your hard, flushed nipples before looking down at where Yoongi’s cock is slowly sliding through your parted lips. The smooth head of Yoongi’s length occasionally bumps up against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You’re practically shaking from your delayed orgasm, and aching for more. These frat boys are goddamned teases!

Finally, Yoongi uses his grip on you to pull you backwards where he wants you, and slides into your dripping core in one smooth motion. You’re so wet, his hard cock strokes in and out of you easily. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a shuddering moan. It feels absolutely incredible to be filled up again. Tae was long, but Yoongi is thick. Yoongi slides his hands around your waist, holding you up as he drives himself into you more firmly. You can hear him breathing heavily, letting out low grunts.

“Tae was right--you really do feel amazing,” he rasps. “But I have- better- self- control-” as he punctuates his statement with little bites to your shoulders. With effort, you turn your head to look him in the eyes so you can let him know what you think of his smug comment. But your words are lost as he immediately captures your lips in a searing kiss. He knows exactly what to do with his tongue, stroking it into your mouth in the same rhythm that he’s fucking you in. He takes one hand off your waist and slides it up into your hair, grasping your ponytail firmly and using it to turn your head to exactly the right angle so he can continue to plunder your mouth.

You’re lost in the pleasure of his lips, his hands, and his dick until you suddenly feel another set of hands running up the underside of your breasts, tweaking and tugging at your nipples. You break away from Yoongi with a moan and look down at Taehyung, who’s made himself known again. He sends another smirk in your direction. “Don’t mind me, I just thought these could use some more attention.” He meets Yoongi’s eyes and grins cheekily.

Yoongi lets out a low growl. “Shut it, brat.” But in comparison to his harsh words, his touch is gentle as he takes your hands and lowers you forward until you’re now on all fours directly above Taehyung. Taehyung immediately takes advantage, cupping your breasts in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs over your peaked nipples as he surges up to reattach his mouth to your neck. With you firmly in place, Yoongi grabs your hips again and doubles the speed of his thrusts.

You’re now surrounded on all sides as Taehyung sucks yet another hickey into your neck and Yoongi’s cock slides right up against your G-spot. You have two sets of hands roaming your curves and all you can do is kneel there and give yourself over to the pleasure. You feel the tingles starting in your toes and slowly rising up through your entire body. You’re letting out a stream of stuttering moans in concert with Yoongi’s deeper gasps and the wet sounds of Taehyung kissing your neck. As your vision starts to go hazy, Yoongi slides one of his hands around your hip and firmly rubs your clit in small circles.

“Come on baby, I can tell you’re so close. Let go, come for us,” Yoongi bites out as his hips stutter into you. Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but lowers his head and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. After one more firm press of Yoongi’s fingers, you absolutely lose it, shaking apart as your pussy clenches around Yoongi’s cock. You actually black out for a moment from how good it feels after being on the verge of orgasm for so long.

When you return to yourself, you can hear Yoongi’s little grunts and gasps as his hands squeeze on your hips and his hips kick forward one, two more times. When he’s finished coming, he slumps forward, panting. His sudden weight on your back sends you crashing onto Taehyung’s body with a whump.

“Oh! Get off me old man, you’re crushing me!” Taehyung suddenly breaks the mood by reaching around and giving Yoongi a hard slap on the ass. Yoongi grumbles something under his breath, pulling out of you and rolling off to the side of the bed. You break out into little giggles, still feeling a little lightheaded from your orgasm. Tae wraps his arms around you and strokes his hands up and down your back. “How are you feeling?”

“That was… wow. I hope you took good notes, because that should definitely be on the exam. Yoongi can be my teacher anyday.” You send a flirtatious smile Yoongi’s way. Yoongi lights up with a wide, gummy grin that completely transforms his face. You can’t believe this is the same man that just fucked the life out of you. Both of these frat boys have been full of pleasant surprises tonight.

“So, more study sessions in the future? I have so many more questions to ask...” you finally shut Taehyung up by pulling him into a kiss as you feel Yoongi’s hand start to creep back up your side. You have a feeling this is going to be one of the most satisfying projects of your college career.

#bts smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader x yoongi

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grauntiemotersblog · 4 years

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About the oc asks, I'm wondering about.. hmm..

1, 4, 7, and 10...

1. How does your OC get the comfiest? Do they wrap themselves in a blanket? Do they build a pillow nest? Do they make a nice cup of cocoa or tea?

Wylde: she likes to be in blankets or something very fluffy, she also likes to cuddle with the nearest person around her, she isn't fond of chocolate that much so she rather have tea, and if there are pillows around expect them to be claimed by her

Alex: they love to sit on the couch or chair with a book and some tea, they do also like soft things just like wylde, and they also love to cuddle her little sister kimberly

Sam: she can find the most comfy spot and immediately fall asleep on the spot, though Don't wake her up, just put her in some blankets and she will be fine

Gregory: he loves to be wrapped up in his polar bear blanket, he finds joy and comfort in just snuggling it

Mira: she is most comfortable in her garden or in her cozy cottage near a lit fireplace

Cords: pink. bunny. Plush. He is comfy wherever as long as he has his pink bunny plush

Kimberly: she is just like Wylde in a sense, but instead of claiming the pillows, she uses on pillow or a bunch of blankets or she cuddles next to her big sister as they read a book to her.

4. What would be the best present to give your OC? Who would most likely be the one to give it to them? What is their reaction to receiving it?

Wylde: anything with glitter or confetti, she loves that stuff, either kimberly or cords would be giving her this present, her reaction is so cute, she would make a tiny gasp, and look at it for awhile and start using it immediately saying thank you over and over again

Alex: a book, to be more specific, a poetry book, kimberly would be the most likely to give Alex presents, Alex will give you a subtle thank you, and a tiny smile

Sam: ... Custom Dnd figurines, she honestly doesn't get presents that much but Gregory would give her these, sam will just look at it and grumble a thank you, and when you aren't looking she would smile and it's super kawaii

Gregory: anything with polar bears on it all of my oc's love giving him presents his reaction is like the child saying "an avacado! ... Thaaannks!.." but he really appreciates it

Mira: flowers, she loves em, she emits sparkles when she gets presents

Kimberly: anything really like Gregory she has the same reaction

Cords: pillows, plushies, blankets, fOOD anything of that sorts, he will give a thank you and probably put the stuff on display or be using it

7.Is your OC called any pet names? If not, if they *did* have one, what would it be? Do they have any pet names for someone else?

Wylde: she has no pet names, so if you come up with some, please tell me!

Alex: she calls her little sister kimberly stinky, or dear, while her pet names are Allie, or love

Kimberly: by her sister , stinky or dear, she calls her close friends and family by their name with sama or chan or if she sees them as siblings, onee-chan or onee-sama, and nii-chan or nii-sama

Cords: he likes being called muffin, don't ask why

Sam: Sammy by Gregory, but other than that don't call her names

Gregory: Greg, or snowbear is his favorites

Mira: she doesn't like pet names

#tw long post #long post tw #long post #long reads #ask my ocs #alex #cords #kimberly #Gregory #sam #mira #wylde

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yoongi-sugaglider · 6 years

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Forget Me Nots

A wealthy young man falls overboard while vacationing with friends only to find himself with amnesia and a pretty young wife who seems determined to remind him what hard work and dedication really mean.

Warnings: Strong language, angry Min Yoongi inaccurately portrayed based upon the writer’s imagination,angst, eventual super fluff.

Pairing: Eventual Min Yoongi x reader

Word count:2695

A/n:So here we have a fresh new fluff chapter~ I was so trying to aim for angst and failed because this story makes me so soft lol. Anyway, the pups mentioned in this chapter are based off of real pups. Champion aka Thunderchicken is based on my three legged Shepherd and Kaia is based on an old friend’s doggo. That being said I will post a picture at the end of the chapter of Champ just to endulge in bragging over my precious boy~ I hope you all enjoy this go round and if you like it let me know~ I thrive on your opinions~

<<Chapter 6---Chapter Eight>>

It had begun raining by the time they managed to make it to her home. The discharge itself had gone smoothly enough. Though a mountain of paperwork had been signed and an hour long wait in the pharmacy for Yoongi’s medication had left them both in a foul mood, everything had gone off without a hitch.

“So...this is home?” The sound of Yoongi’s hesitant words snapped y/n out of her thoughts and she turned to him, her lips turned up into a halfway convincing smile.

“Yea it is. I...I mean we, have been living here for the last 4 years. The rent isn’t too bad, and the neighborhood is nice and quiet so we don’t have to worry about any trouble from the neighbors or anything.”

He nodded, eyes searching the faded yellow paint that covered the facade of the house as if looking for something familiar. The house itself was modest, white trim covering the sills and siding of the roof. The overhang of the porch sagged a bit to the side, leaning as if burdened by the weight of many years of neglect and time. Two weathered wicker chairs stood just to the side of the cream colored front door, looking as if they saw pretty regular use for relaxation on cool summer nights.

His eyes scanned the aged roof, frowning at the beat up look of it. He had a feeling it leaked when it rained and somehow that unsettled him a bit. The front yard itself was small but just beneath the porch there grew several flower beds, all filled with vibrant signs of life in the form of flowers blooming in all shades. For a moment he watched as a butterfly flew from flower to flower, drinking delicately the nectar of life before his eyes returned to his companion’s….wife’s nervous stare.

“Is everything okay?” Her trembling voice filled the car and he cringed at the sound of worry that blended into a pain that crept into his chest at the regret of having made her feel this way.

“It’s fine. I’m just...trying to remember.” His frown lightened a bit and quickly eased into a lighter smile. “I’m fine.” He sent her a reassuring smile, his hand coming to the door handle and tugging at it. “Let’s get inside huh? My head’s starting to ache a bit and I’m kind of starving.” He chuckled, pulling at the door handle again. “No matter how much hospital food a man eats in there you never really get full on it huh?” He tugged at the door handle again, frowning at it as once again it refused to budge.

“Oh, ah.” Y/n reached across him, gently brushing aside his fingers before slowly pulling the door handle up and towards her. “It kinda sticks, you gotta pull up before you pull it towards you.”

He jolted a bit as the door swung open, another frown lighting his face as he stared down at the handle. “Huh…” He huffed as he stepped out of the vehicle, pausing for a moment as the world swirled around. The doctor had mentioned that he’d have to fight a bit with vertigo before it faded away.

Shaking off the feeling he slammed the door behind him, jogging lightly to catch up with y/n as she ascended the front 3 steps.

“Careful on that middle one, it’s old and I swear it’s going to cave in one of these days.” She turned to give him a small smile as her fingers pushed the house key into the lock. “One of these days I’m going to get around to fixing it. I’ve just been so busy what with tourist season and work and..ah...eh…” She shrugged noncommittally.

She held her breath, steeling herself with a silent prayer to the heavens that her friends had come through for her. She was quickly reassured though when she opened the front door and stepped into the entryway that lead to the living room.

Yoongi stepped in behind her, eyes alert as he looked desperately for something familiar.

The living room was modest enough, the pale yellow that’d covered the front of the home continuing on inside. The warm glow of afternoon light that streamed through the front window now that the rain had stopped lent the room a welcoming vibe that instantly set him at ease as it really felt like home. The furniture was older, seeming to be different types of thrift shop finds.

A worn couch sat in the middle of the room, flanked by a waist high end table behind it that was covered in several small animal figurines of various types of blown glass and two small yacht models. The coffee table that stood just before the couch was covered in magazines of different types as well as two coffee mugs that stood atop what looked to be coasters with yachts on them similar to the two figurines. A modest flat screen hung from the wall, slightly crooked in its mount and blankly reflecting the room back at him.

He stared a moment in the reflection of the tv, taking in his fresh out of the hospital look. A loose black jacket covered his thin shoulders, matching black jeans with rips in the knees and a white mask that he’d gotten off one of the nurses just before he’d been discharged hugged the curve of his chin.His hair hung lank and limp in his eyes, a shade of minty green that he frowned deeply at as if it didn’t fit right.

His eyes continued to search for familiarity in the room as y/n set down her keys on the end table beside one of the tiny yachts. He noted the pairs of shoes by the door, several that looked like they belonged to her along with a pair of work boots that were covered in dried mud and a pair of black tennis shoes that looked like they could have belonged to him.

Y/n padded over to him, having kicked off her shoes in favor of a pair of comfortable looking slippers. She held out a pair of brown slippers to him, the inside covered in soft looking fur that somehow he knew would be comfortable the moment he stepped into them.

“These are yours.” She whispered quietly, a shy look coming over her that caused him to smile down at her sweetly.

“Thank you y/n.” He gently took the slippers from her. A bold moment gripped him and he leaned forward, gently brushing his plush lips against the worried crease between her eyebrows.

“Relax. I’m sure it’ll start coming back to me soon enough.” He gave her a sweet smile, dropping the slippers to the floor before sliding his bare feet into them and sighing at the feel.

“Comfy?” She whispered, a slight blush to her cheeks as she stared up at him from the cover of her long lashes.

He nodded, though his attention was drawn elsewhere when a small whine jerked his attention to the hall that lead deeper into the home.

“Wh...what was that?” He squeaked, his voice higher pitched than she could have ever thought possible.

“Oh that was Champ and Kaia.” She forced her voice to sound cheerful despite the nerves coursing through her.

Oh please let Champ behave himself. She prayed desperately to whichever gods may be listening at the time.

“Ch..Champ and…”

“Kaia? Our dogs. They’ve been locked up in the bedroom since this morning so they’re probably dying to come out and see their Daddy. They missed you Yoongi.” She began making her way to the bedroom, not paying much attention as Yoongi anxiously backed his way onto the sofa.

“Dogs? Those...those don’t sound like dogs.” The whimpering echoed through the house again, the full bodied whine of a German Shepherd waiting to greet his owner.

She gave off a laugh as she rounded the corner, waving a hand dismissively in his cowering direction.

Yoongi whimpered, unsure what to expect as a rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins. The sound of scrambling paws reached his ears, causing him to draw his legs up onto the sofa in a defensive position as the sound of his wife’s voice coo’d through the bedroom door to the beasts.

“It’s alright Champ, mommy’s here. Back up.” There was a paused in which Yoongi stared wide eyed at the dark expanse of the hall.

“That’s a good boy. Wait.” She commanded in a more firm tone before the sound of the door opening reached his ears.

“Champ slow down!” Y/n shouted. Paws scratched at bare wood floor and Yoongi screamed as the sight of a three legged dog raced in his direction. The dog growled and barked all the way, skidding to a stop in front of a still screaming Yoongi who now held up a throw pillow between him and the dog as a means of defense. Close at the large black and white dog’s heels trailed a golden lab, her tail wagging happily and tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth as she barked happily in unison with the shepherd, though her’s was decidedly more happy than threatening.

But the distinction was lost on Yoongi as all he saw was teeth and muscled fur waiting to rip his throat out.

“Champ, oh my god shut up. You know him!” Y/n said as she rounded the corner, hands on her hips and a frown on her lips as she scolded Champ.

The dog glanced back at her, sitting on his haunches and quelling the rumble in his throat as he waited patiently for his Mistress to tell him what to do.

Kaia, her golden fur shining brightly in the evening sunlight had edged her way closer to Yoongi, snoot resting on the edge of the couch as she watched him struggle to crawl farther away from her.

Y/n made her way to the ever escalating situation, snatching at Champ’s collar and pulling him away so that she could reach Yoongi.

“Hey, babe relax.” She held up her hands, trying to pull his attention off the dogs and on her.

His cries of fear had quieted, though his eyes never left the golden brown stare of Kaia who still watched him with an adorably happy look on her face.

“Kaia, back up honey.” Y/n said quietly. The curious dog complied immediately, showing her obedience as she backed up to where Champ sat and sitting beside him calmly. She nudged him with her snoot before going back to staring at a terrified Yoongi.

Y/n sat beside Yoongi, her hand settling on his trembling arm as he clutched at the small pillow like a lifeline.

“Hey.” She quietly called for his attention to which he complied, his wide eyed stare wavering between her own and the dogs who now sat quietly at a distance. “I’m sorry Champ came at you like that.”

“Wh...why?” Yoongi whimpered.

She tilted her head slightly in questioning, wondering what he could be asking.

“Why did he act like that? I thought he was ours?” Yoongi waved at the dog who was now chewing on an itchy spot on the side of his back leg.

“Oh..well.” She glanced back at the dog before returning her attention to Yoongi. “Well...before we got him he was pretty heavily abused. The people that owned him hit him and denied him food and just...were awful.”

Yoongi gave her his full attention, a small stretch of sympathy pushing through the fear at the dog’s story.

“He was about 4 months old when he escaped from them. But he ended up getting hit by a car. They...well they tried but couldn’t save his front leg. The entire thing traumatized him and now anytime he smells hospital on anyone he kind of freaks out. Doctor says it’s PTSD which doesn’t surprise me honestly.” She glanced over to the dog who seemed to have calmed down considerably.

“His name is Champ. Well, Champion. We decided to call him that because of how much he’d survived.” She looked to Yoongi, noticing he’d calmed down as well. The formerly stiff man had lowered his legs to the floor, feet flat on the ground though he still held on to the pillow.

“I’m sorry Yoongi.” She whispered, head bowed in shame.

“Hmm?” His eyes followed the downward motion of her bowing head. “Sorry?”

“Yea. For not warning you. For not making the introduction slower and easier for you. I keep...forgetting that this is new to you. That...that you don’t remember.” She glanced up at him, eyes filled with tears as she bit her trembling lower lip.

He seemed to finally relax fully. Placing the pillow to the side he gathered her hands into his own. “Hey...hey.” He waited patiently for her to look up at him once more. “It’s alright. Yea they scared me half to death but honestly it’s just because I wasn’t expecting them.” He looked over at the two dogs who had settled down, curled around each other on the floor, Kaia giving Champ a bath as Champ watched the two humans with a mild sense of interest.

“Champ. Come here.” Yoongi said, trying to hide the trembling in his voice as he decided to be bold for a moment.

The Shepherd perked up, scrambling up eagerly and walking over with his adorably lopsided trot. His lower lip curled under his teeth, though more in an awkward doggy grin than as a sign of aggression.

Yoongi reached his hand out, allowing the curious pup to sniff it before reaching out to pat him gently on the head. Y/n grinned happily, wiping away her tears as Champ pushed his body up against Yoongi’s leg, plopping down on his foot and allowing Yoongi to rub his sides.

Kaia whimpered, sadness evident in her as she wanted a share of the attention as well.

Yoongi watched her tail thump on the ground. “What’s Kaia’s story?” He asked as his knuckles rubbed Champ’s sides much to the lovable pup’s joy.

“Kaia? She’s been with me for...wow for almost 9 years now. I found her on the side of the road, a half starved pup. Honestly I didn’t even know what color she was until I’d given her a bath and a good brush down, that’s just how dirty the poor baby was.” Y/n motioned the retriever over, giving her an affectionate rub down. Kaia shoved Champ out of the way, forgoing the hand sniff of invitation for placing both front paws on Yoongi’s lap.

With little to no shame she gave him her seal of approval with a slobber filled kiss to the cheek. Yoongi chuckled, rubbing the loving dog on the sides as he allowed her to give him a few more doggy kisses before gently pushing her out of his lap and wiping his cheek.

“Well, is there anything else I should know?” He asked, patting y/n on the leg.

Anxiety jolted through her at the question. “Any...anything else?” She squeaked.

“Yea, we don’t have any fire breathing dragons living in the basement or ghosts haunting the attic or anything right?” He chuckled at the question, drawing a relieved laugh from the shaken girl.

“God no nothing like that. These two are it.” She smiled at the dogs. They scampered off, having investigated the newcomer and found him worthy, to play tug of war with a large rope that had been hidden in a corner of the living room.

“Good.” He nodded, watching the two dogs romp around. Champ didn’t even seem to be bothered by the missing forelimb. He kept up with his aging sister no problem, even out pacing her when the rope had gone flying across the room to land in front of the coffee table.

“With me home...our family’s complete.” He whispered to himself, watching the dogs with a newfound affection.

“What did you say?” Y/n asked as she made to stand.

“I’m glad to be home.” He replied, smiling up at her happily.

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Champ~ The happiest tripod💚💚💚

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plutau · 6 years

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signs as things in my childhood bedroom

aries: the selfie stick that was placed in my drawer while i was gone. it’s not mine. it’s not anyone’s in this house. the bluetooth doesn’t connect and it almost broke my phone.

taurus: an old picture of me and my brother at disney world in 2000 doing one of those photo things where you pose and its superimposed onto a cartoon background. i’m fist-bumping minnie mouse. mickey has my brother’s elbow in a death grip.

gemini: the blanket that my ex stole from target when we were 16 that, two years later, led me to becoming friends with my current partner because he also had the same blanket. which he bought with his own money, probably.

cancer: my drawer full of mugs and old creative writing work from undergrad. can’t let go of my shitty poetry or the seven mugs that i don’t use, so i might as well keep both :-)

leo: the cd of thunderstorm sounds that my partner made for me five years ago, put in a paper sleeve with a repeating picture of our friend peter wearing a very bright patterned shirt.

virgo: a little dog puppet. you know those little wooden toys where if you push the button on the bottom it makes the whole figure go limp? that one. the dog has a red scarf and a knowing grin. the label’s all in german but part of it says “ANGABEN AUFBEWAHREN !” on it so that’s fun.

libra: the not one, not two, but five angel figurines positioned so that you’re under constant scrutiny while in the room. i only noticed this after i told the receptionist at the hospital that i’m not lutheran anymore while my dad was standing right behind me.

scorpio: my grandmother’s bedroom set that she left for me in her will when she died. which was the day after mother’s day. on my 14th birthday. (no worries, she didn’t die in the bed, though i’m always afraid i’m going to see her in one of the mirrors at night. it’s been ten years.)

sagittarius: a journal that i had started taping printed out tumblr memes into in 2016. includes timeless classics such as “discuss: the impact of avril lavigne’s girlfriend on naruto shipping culture in 2007,” “drop kick me jesus thru the goal post of life,” and of course, “randy your sticks.” i was 21 years old.

capricorn: the three masks that have been hanging on the wall since i was ten. two of them are the classic :) and :( theater ones, but between them is the big lady one with pink lips and gold details. kind of scary in the dark but you’re safe as long as you don’t stare at them too long. i liked braiding the tie strings when i was younger.

aquarius: either the singing plush flower that my dad gifted me for valentine’s day in 2004, or the colorful glass jester sitting four feet away from it. both are in my closet alongside various german and american girl dolls. either way there’s about twenty pairs of eyes on you as soon as you open the door.

pisces: a set of tiny, tiiiiny dogs and cats to put into a terrarium. i never got around to doing it but that itty bitty basset hound figurine gives me the heart and will to go on. i’ll give them a home one day.

#signs as #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #sorry this is long lmao #mine

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aritheapprentice · 6 years

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Afra’s Birthday!!!

It’s Afra’s birthday!!! Happy birthday to my oldest friend *hugs @afratheapprentice really tight* Dear, I hope you don’t mind I’m posting here this super sweet memory of mine... I am actually very scared and shy about it, I hope you’ll love it (^-^’)

Word count: 1723

Pairings: Afra/Nadia, Ari/Julian, surprises at the end ;)

“Doneee?” Faust asks Ari, in his cute snake voice. “Not bussssy moree.”

The apprentice smiled. Asra had had an amazing idea when he decided to leave Faust at the shop – The familiar was able to keep the two witches in contact without Afra noticing anything.

“Nearly done, Faust. We just need to wait for the others to get here.”

As if the words have been a summon, the bell from the shop’s door started clincking softly. Nearly all of Vesuvia seemed to pour in at once – Countess Nadia, closely followed by Portia and Julian Devorak (Ari’s heart fluttered when the doctor offered her his famous grin and wink) and then, to her surprise, Muriel. They all had their familiars with them – Chandra gracefully sitting on Nadia’s shoulder, Pepi cuddled in Portia’s arms, Malak flying chaotically around Julian and Inanna stepping carefully on the plush carpet, testing the novelty of it with her paws. It was such an unusual image – seeing everyone in the tiny shop, shades of purple on their faces. Ari hugged everyone and thanked them for coming, then led them to the kitchen. There, a big water buffalo head greeted them through the window with a long “MOOOO”, startling both Muriel and Inanna. It was really a wonder they were in the room with so many people at once – she wasn’t sure they would accept her invitation when she had sent it, and was really grateful they came, but maybe she should have told them about Afra’s huge familiar weird habits.

“Hey there, little one.” Ari teased the buffalo. “I thought I told you to not scare the guests, didn’t I?”

Bahay made a sound that was probably some kind of laugh, and Ari turned to everyone else. “Sit, make yourselves comfortable. I don’t think we have much more waiting to do, so I’ll bring the cake.”

“Do you need help, my dearest?” Julian asked her with a smirk.

“I’m not very sure I need your help with this, dork, but I could do with Nadia’s” the apprentice answered, thinking about what kind of help Julian was definitely talking about.

With the help of the countess, she managed to bring the huge cake, decorated with butter cream and sugar flowers, and then put the candles. When she heard the door open, she lighted the candles with a flicker of her finger.

“Okay, Afra, I have a surprise for you.” everyone heard Asra say. “I’ll cover your eyes with my hands now, and I want you to trust me. You’ll love it.”

When the two of them reached the kitchen door, everyone else started singing Happy Birthday, and Asra let Afra look around. Her eyes widened in surprise and she covered her mouth with her hands, tears of happiness starting to fill her violet eyes. Everyone started smiling as Nadia practically lifted the birthday magician and kissed her on the mouth, their faces radiating a happiness so bright it touched everyone else in the room.

“I.. I don’t know what to say… This is… This is so unexpected and it’s making me so happy, thank you all!”

“We couldn’t have missed such an important occasion to celebrate one of our favourite magicians, could we?” asked Portia, winking.

“Or such an occasion to get drunk” Julian added cheerfully, earning himself a frown from Ari and Asra.

“Come on, blow the candles and make a wish!” Ari said. “I’m not sure I can keep Julian from eating it for longer. Or Faust, if I think about how much he’s stayed around me while I was making it.”

Everybody laughed. Even Muriel was starting to relax, Inanna wiggling her tail in excitement. Afra bent towards the candles, closed her eyes and made a wish, blowing out all the candles at once. Cheers and the sound of hands clapping filled the cozy kitchen.

“It’s time for opening the presents!” Portia exclaimed. “Mine first, mine first!”

She pushed a little box in Afra’s hands, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The apprentice opened it slowly, savouring the feel of the soft wood. Inside, she found three wooden bracelets, painted in really bright reds and golden.

“Portia! They are so pretty! Thank you so much!” she said, hugging the tiny redhead.

“Do I get the honour to offer you your second gift for today?” Julian asked, grinning and bowing, a box in his gloved hands.

“I really hope it’s not leeches.” Afra said, stretching her hand out for the box.

It wasn’t leeches. It was a tiny knife, the handle beautifully carved from a dense cherry coloured wood, the silver blade so sharp it probably wouldn’t hurt at all. It had a simple spring mechanism, allowing the blade to swiftly get in and out of a special space in the handle.

“I… thought you could use it for potions or elixirs or whatever else you witches make in this shop. And… um… self defence.” he babbled, the tips of his ears and his cheeks blooming a deep red.

“Thank you.” she said, pocketing the knife. “I hope I’ll only ever need to use it around the shop. Who wants to be next?”

“I wouldn’t mind to.” Asra said, producing a bottle from one of his pockets.

Afra took it, opened it and smelled the contents. The rose aroma was so strong it made everyone react – even the big water buffalo, that was curiously watching everything.

“You are… mad. How many times did you go through the distillation process for it to be so strong?” Afra asked, a little outrage.

“Uhh… countless?” the magician shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, really. Just… don’t put that straight on your skin. You’ll kill everyone in the room if you use it undiluted.” he chuckled.

Afra rolled her eyes and hip bumped him. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

She turned her head and met Ari’s eyes, so she lifted her eyebrows in a silent question. The other apprentice handed her a flat box, winking in the process.

“I hope our companions are strong of heart enough to see this.” she smirked.

Expecting to find some sort of lingerie, Afra gasped in surprise when she opened the box and took out a long robe, made from a material that seemed to float through its own will.

“That is nopalian silk. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll stop stealing my pajamas, now that I finally layed my hands on enough of that to tailor you something.”

“This is.. so soft” she whispered, her eyes wide as she was feeling the orange cloth. “Thank you. I’m probably not sleeping in anything else from now on.”

“Except maybe my arms” Nadia intervened cheerfully, to everyone’s amusement. “This is for you.” She continued, offering Afra a bright smile and a box covered with velvet.

“Oh my. This looks expensive,” Afra said, frowning a little as she was opening it. A golden necklace just like the one she was wearing, but with a ruby the size of a dove egg embedded In the middle, sat on a velvet cushion. “I don’t believe this,” Afra said, her eyes wide and shocked. “Nadia, this must be worth a fortune!”

The countess just smiled and kissed Afra’s forehead. “You should stop worrying about how much my presents are worth – or rather, you should stop minding,” she said, a soft blush colouring her cheeks.

Afra looked around the room, tears in the corner of her eyes. “Thank you so much for being he-… oh?” she suddenly stopped when Inanna put her huge paws up, holding a wooden figurine in her hands. It was a detailed sculpture of Bahay, with Afra having her hands around his neck.

“I… oh,” she mumbled, her eyes overflowing with tears. “Thank you,” she told Muriel, who was aggressively blushing because of all the attention on him.

Seeing his friends filled with such emotion that no one wanted to speak, Asra put one hand around Afra and one around Nadia. “Smile! It’s time to eat, and Ari cooked everything! Faust’s been waiting for hours to taste the buttercream.”

The snake “sssss”ed in approval, slithering up the table. Ari smiled and began cutting the cake.

“Julian, would you be as kind as to bring the food? It’s still in the oven,” she said, smiling to the auburn haired doctor.

He blushed and proceeded to do as asked. The smell of freshly baked bread, hot fish brine, tender chicken with lemons and baked potatoes with butter filled the kitchen as soon as Julian opened the oven, attracting a long pleasured sigh from everyone.

“Ari, are you sure you wanna keep being a magician? There might be a free spot in the palace kitchens,” Nadia said, deeply inhaling the aroma.

Julian’s eyes were filled with love and admiration as he pulled tray after tray of spiced goodies. Even Muriel’s interest had been awakened by the mix of smells, enough that the silent giant was attentively watching the tables. Without being asked to, Portia found the dishes and distributed them to everyone, and they began serving themselves.

“Ari, this is one of the best fish I’ve ever eaten in my life,” Afra said. “I can’t believe it’s the first time you feed me this amazing stuff! What a fake friend,” she pretended to be sad.

Asra laughed. “Oh, but she’s cooked this before! It’s just that this time it’s better. I don’t know why or what, but something is definitely different.”

Ari smiled, but didn’t say anything, stuffing her mouth with chicken and potatoes instead.

Everybody was eating and having a good time. Later, they decided to play some games, keeping their wine glasses close. The first one to slip out, overwhelmed by the noise and activity, was Muriel. Later, when everyone in the city was sleeping, the countess, Afra and Portia left together too giggling and leaning on each other, leaving Asra, Ari and a very drunken and flirty Julian alone in the shop.

“Asra? That’s my boyfriend you’re kissing now,” Ari said when she entered the living room, after being in the kitchen to wash some dishes.

Julian’s cheeks flushed even more than they already where, and he looked on the edge of apologizing. Asra just threw her a flirty, drunken glare, that she decided she won’t resist to, at least this time. Afterall, how often would she find herself in such a situation?

#the arcana #oc #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #asra the magician #nadia x apprentice #julian x mc #portia devorak #muriel #ari the apprentice #afra the apprentice #birthday #asrian

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 7 years

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Trinkets, Valuable, 3: More useful than simple baubles touched mystery, these items have either a clear purpose, a reliable ability or are made from a fairly costly material. The items could fetch fair prices to collectors of the strange, jewelers, antique or art dealers or simply to barter with if the owner is short on actual currency.

A 30 foot length of supple, incredibly strong rope. It can hold five times as much as a typical hemp rope but is twice as heavy and bulky.

A beautiful beaten copper amulet that hums whenever you face or travel south.

A beautifully carved jade headdress patterned with arcane runes.

A bizarre whistle that expels floating motes of Randomly Colored light when blown. The motes dissipate after a few seconds

A black chitin mask that covers the mouth that allows the bearer speak to beetles and scorpions. It doesn’t grant the insects any greater intelligence or the ability to speak back.

A black silk armband that causes the bearer to cast no shadow when worn.

A black silk undershirt that stops the bearer from casting a shadow when worn

A black velvet bag containing 13 silver coins. The coins appear to be covered in fresh blood when viewed by a creature who has betrayed a true friend

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display an exaggerated caricature of the bearer’s face. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display the bearer’s face upside-down. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

---Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

---Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.