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"The original Bingge bringing his own Shen Yuan to the PIDW world" is such a god tier concept because we know Luo Bingge is a dead beat dad with a million kids all from different mothers. Imagine being Binghe's son via concubine #84 lactation kink chapter and the emperor, your father, divorces your mom because he fell in love with an alien twink.

Then you go to chew him out for being an absent father who gets sex pollened all day instead of teaching his kids algebra, and you find his new boytoy with him. And your shitty terrible dad's new wife. Is an angel.

Of COURSE when Shen Yuan sees a mini-Binghe, he'd coddle the boy endlessly while Binghe seethes in the back, beefing with his own son over shizun's attention. Shen Yuan's headpats. Him happily teaching Binghe's kids. Letting them all pile up around him while he reads from a story book.

It's the evil stepmother trope but in reverse - everyone who meets Shen Yuan is crying, "You have to leave my father, you deserve better!!!"

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a little hualian painting practice

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like

the parallels... they can't

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chasing a ghost

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Rosehips in a ⭐ bottle perhaps dearest potion maker?

Fae Hobie thinks he lost you in his own woods, but you just got hurt a bit by adventuring next to the sharp river rocks.

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(btw I know I did a few, I think? I can't remember but in no way shape or form do I want to stress you out with my requests xoxo, have fun writing)

Whoops I forgot this was supposed to be a hurt/comfort fic 😬 sorry, it's more fluff than hurt, I hope you still like it! ❤️

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, fae AU, established relationship.

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Hobie was awoken by your lack of presence next to him. He springs awake on the bed of flowers, flowers that you love the most. Flowers that you've told him that remind you of him and his pretty golden eyes that shine in the night like fireflies fluttering around the tall grass.

He pats your side of the bed, feeling the cold emptiness on his palm. The vines weaved around his arms perks up, wrapping even more, rising up to his bicep as his worry grows. You're allowed to leave his abode, you are human after all. And everyone desires to leave, even him, if not for him bound to his abode, he'd leave with you in a heartbeat. Live in a cottage at the edge of town, quiet enough but not too far from civilization. Cook with you in a fire he tended to. Lay down on a bed of soft fabrics, laugh with you until sleep takes you. He's satisfied to just have the latter. He only hopes that you do too, if you so desire to leave for good, he'd let you, he'd kiss you goodbye and wish you well. His heart would ache, yes, but he'll be glad to know that you're happier in your own world.

Even so, you wouldn't leave without a word to him. You'd leave a note with your flowery words scribbled on it. His face contorts into a deep frown as he concentrates on where to find you within his realm. His hands and vines ebb and weave through the soil, sprawling and crawling in the grass, trying to find your bright soul amongst the greenery and his haze of worry.

When he spots your illuminating form, he sprints and doesn't waste time in running through every tree and obstacle in his way. Green whizzes past him in increased inhuman velocity, eyes honing in on you.

He skids to a stop a few steps ahead of you, eyes widening at the state he found you in right next to the river bank on the edge of his abode. Your ankle is twisted in an angle, the wicker basket fallen right next to your prone form.

You feel the air rushing in front of you, and the smell of fresh dandelions filter through the air. To no one's surprise, you look up to see Hobie in all his glory, expression etched in worry.

“Hi.” You wave weakly through the pain. Hands wet from the lapping water right next to you.

“‘Hi?’ that all you have to say for yourself, love?” He tilts his head, walking closer to you as he scans you for any hidden injuries. Thankfully, he finds none.

“I thought it would be nice to have a lie down for a bit, y’know?” You joke, trying to lighten the mood as you see the sky darkening and the breeze stop blowing. You know him well to know that he's incredibly worried. He settles next to your injured ankle, kneeling down to inspect the damage, all without leaving his concerned eyes on you. “I’m fine, really. Just a flesh wound, is all.”

“Really?” He tilts his head, sky turning back into a light blue hue, breeze kissing your cheeks as he softly smiles at you. “It won't hurt if I poke you?”

You purse your lips together, “...no.”

“Alright then.” His finger inches closer to the raised and inflamed joint, teasing you as waits for your reaction. “‘ere I go—”

“No!” You stop him with a hand around his index. Now face to face with an all powerful fae, you see him grin at you smugly. You don't fear him, not at all. Especially when you know that he's more human than anyone outside his abode. “I was gathering herbs for my headaches.” Pouting, lashes fluttering, you put on your best puppy dog eyes to tamp down the teasing you're sure you're about to get after he tends to you.

His brows pinch together, thumb reaching for your forehead to press gently, trying to soothe your headache. “It's still botherin’ you?”

“Yeah, it's because I do all the thinking around here.”

His billowing laugh makes you laugh as hard. You find that its infectious, and you're absolutely infected with it. “Still cheeky, hm?” Flicking your forehead, he stares at you with gentle endearment as you glare at him while holding your ‘wounded’ forehead. “I can always conjure herbs for you, love. You know that.”

“I know, I'm sorry.” You sigh, placing your head atop his shoulder while he conjures vines to grow under your foot. “I just wanted to explore, and surprise you with a few clovers for the dinner table. It always looks pretty in the vases.”

Hobie reaches for your cheeks, cradling your face in his gentle and warm hold. “‘m not stoppin’ you from explorin’. Just be careful next time, yeah?” He wiggles your head in his hold, squeezing your cheeks in his calloused fingers while smile softly at him. “You could've fallen and broken somethin' more important if you weren't careful.” As the vines grow and weave around your ankle, acting like a temporary splint, you giggle at the tickling sensation. He watches your reaction, eyes crinkling at the corners while his golden eyes grow brighter.

“Like my head because I do all the thinking?”

“Or I just don't want blood on my grass.” He jokes, hand sliding under your legs and back to carry you carefully.

“Hey!” You smack his chest playfully as he lifts you up. “For that comment, I can get back home by myself, thank you very much!”

“If I let you, you'll be home by tomorrow.” He nudges your crinkled nose until your laughter echoes around the glade. “‘sides, I've got a great view from ‘ere.”

Grabbing his chin, you move his head gingerly towards your own. “Eyes up here, Hobie.” Your breath fans over his waiting lips. He could only hum in reply, he did not want to waste time to etch your lips upon his own until you're breathless in his arms.

Before you know it, you're back home with him. Piles upon piles of clover flowers and herbs greet you, but you barely notice them when you've got the most handsome flower right in front of you.

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A Spider-Punk PSA.

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oh you like history? name everything that ever happened

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Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

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idk if this is a boomer take but I think ppl should make more of an effort to go see movies in theaters bc I couldn’t bear it if the movie theater industry went down and the only way to watch movies was through streaming I’m not strong enough

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halloween turtle 🎃

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INOHIMA doodles (fr. twitter x)

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Chocho, and Akimichi family stuff

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Not Tenten! But! Maito Gai talking about his team and why Kakashi should have given Team 7 more time before enrolling them on the chuunin exam!

Naruto, Chapter 39 "The Challengers!!" page 60. Published on Weekly Shounen Jump #33, July 31st, 2000

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Team Gai doodles~

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Nejiten "Be safe" ❤️ Ft. Rock Lee and Naruto (audio from Outer Banks)