#“one of few flowers to not change meaning with different colors

[mcmeasle]

don’t mind me, just crying about a flower and what it might mean about our boy Jean’s journey

[cemeteryspider]

The Two of Cups

Remy Lebeau x Mutant! Reader

Summary: Your ability was an innate connection with the world around you which lead you to the Xavier Mansion. As well as a certain Louisiana man.

Word Count: 2.6k

You were an oddball in the mutant community and an outcast of society. Largely you found peace in knowing this due to your connection to the spiritual relam. You found solace in the trees and wind and comfort in the changing seasons. In the lush grass and flower petals that dried your tears when no person was around for you.

Your mind often drifts, allowing you to find new places, unseen by human (or mutant) eyes in thousands of years. Some caves drew you in and allowed you to commune with wandering spirits, other times on high mountains the water would guide you through and out of danger.

It was a mutual trust, that you would respect the natural or physical world and the spirit world would guide you. Sometimes this leads to crystal shops with experts in divination or sad girls who would have their cards read by you and give their lives new meaning and a more hopeful disposition.

So you followed the whispers of the wind and the pull towards new adventures until you came across a quite large estate called Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You were no longer a "youngster" but still you padded on allowing the soft grass to show you the way to your next venture as you had done so many times before.

A man in an advanced looking wheelchair greeted you at the door, "Ah you are the one I saw in Cerebro. Definitely not what I was expecting."

He looked you up and down from the long thick skirts that gently brushed the ground to your hair you kept up and out of your face. His stare wasn't like any you felt before.

It wasn't the stare your friends gave when you first started reading the cards and could practically see through the girls you read. It wasn't the scared stare your parents gave you when they found you levitating in the air with the cards circling you in a protective manner. It certainly wasn't the stare of the people who yelled at you calling you a witch when walking the otherwise quiet streets of a small town. No, it was a state of awe and understanding.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Xavier, my name is Y/n and it seems as though something pulled me to this place. Something strong," You looked around and saw children running around in the yard and teenagers practicing fledgling powers under the canopy of trees.

"No, the pleasure is all mine. There have been mutterings of someone with a spiritual connection roaming New York for the past few weeks, and when I saw you on Cerebro I knew I simply had to meet you."

The side of your mouth quirked up and you reached out your hand, which he gladly accepted, "Show me."

He guided you through the main building showing off classrooms filled with students learning math and history. Rooms dedicated to combat and self-defense. There were bedrooms, some colorful, some minimalist, and some dark and gloomy. Each place radiated a different emotion, the classrooms were focused with hints of boredom. The training rooms had an air of confidence and a slight fear of failure. Bedrooms had remnants of comfort and happiness, sadness, rest, wakefulness, love, and pity. Rarely were places so difficult to pin down.

He spoke about the architecture and the school's mission. You listened thoughtfully. Running your fingers along hundred year old wood paneling, and studying repairs made to walls carefully done to match. The kitchen had a rustic charm to it despite the overwhelmingly grandiose spectacle that was the rest of the estate.

Lastly you were on an elevator toward the lower floors of the mansion which were the newest additions to the property if the shift of decor told you the right story. There were endless halls of silver and doors with identity verification and a big doorway at the end with an X over it.

For a moment it overwhelmed you, never once in your travels were you taken to a place so modern, maybe even futuristic. The old towns with stories of witchcraft embedded into their history or rustic cabins next to trees that were hundreds of years old. Even to cliff faces that had been carved into by ancient peoples whose art can only be vaguely understood.

Except now you were in a different atmosphere, but with what you assumed to be the same goal, to help these people find themselves and provide guidance.

~~~

You entered a room whose ceiling was opened showing the sky and a winged jet landing in the room you were standing in. People descended the short flight of stairs to the floor and looked at Xavier and then to you.

"Is everything alright, professor?" A guy with what seemed to be a red visor covering his eyes. Despite his eyes being covered you could feel the concern radiating off of him. You almost scoffed at the thought that you would harm or threaten the man sitting next to you, but then you remembered how weary you were when you first started traveling the country and eventually the world.

After all, you were kicked out of the house with just what you could carry in your backpack. Even before that being cast aside by classmates who didn't understand you.

"Everything is perfectly fine, Scott. My X-Men I would like to introduce you to Y/n, the mutant I've been telling you about," He smiled and gestured toward you. It seemed as though that flipped a switch in the people before you.

They started to approach you starting with Scott, "I'm Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men," He left you with a firm handshake.

Then a red-head, "I'm Jean Grey, a telepath and telekinetic, part of the X-Men. I've felt your presence in the psychic plane long before we met. It's a pleasure to finally connect with you face-to-face," She gave you a gentle hug and indeed it felt as though you've known each other for a long time.

You met others as well like Ororo, Rogue, and Jubilee but one person in particular seemed to catch your eye, "Bonjour, ma chérie! The name's Gambit, but you can call me Remy if you like."

He extended his hand to you but instead of the handshake the men before had offered he flipped your hand over and kissed your knuckles. You could feel your cheeks heat up, and he walked away with a wink.

"Why does the Cajun get all the pretty ladies that come in?" a figure with grayish-white skin, white eyes, and indistinct features grumbled beside a short man with prominent sideburns.

"Finally, my time to introduce myself. I'm Morph, probably second or maybe third in the mansion's prettiest man competition," he laughed, giving you a friendly pat on the back. "See you around, Tarot."

Then the man with sideburns grumbled something nearly incomprehensible but you could catch the word Logan in the midst of the mumbles.

"Those were the X-Men, my own vision and step toward human and mutant coexistence. I hope that you will stay and perhaps guide the wandering souls that reside here."

For a moment you felt a reluctance, the hope for an adventurer's life still called, wandering the Earth helping as many people as you could handle. Spending as much time as possible in the woods and a life outside the public eye. Then you remembered the pull and how it has never lead you to a place you didn't enjoy or to people you didn't befriend.

So you stayed.

A month after that fateful day you had become an integral member of the Xavier Institute. Caring for hurt children by bandaging their wounds, acting as sort of a counselor for the teenagers who feel abandoned or children who are having a hard time transitioning, and most importantly restoring spiritual balance to the mansion.

Though not quite as spiritual, the Professor, as you had taken to calling him, allowed you to place spiritual protection around the house. Selenite in window sills to cleanse the area and promote positivity. Placed black tourmaline near the doors of the house to absorb negative energies that may come through. Amethyst near the bedrooms for calming energies.

You often could be seen walking around the house with a burning sage bundle in your hand waving it around doorways and windows and sometimes circling the crystals with it. To some of the X-Men it was odd to them, but then they saw the effects on the students.

Some of them were able to look at one of the crystals in any of the rooms in the house and take a deep breath grounding themselves, and then take another stab at what they were working on. Whether that be a math equation, a vocab word, or a new skill with their abilities. Sometimes they even went to you for advice and even asked you to read their cards, which you did every once in a while.

If someone were to peek into the office, that Charles Xavier graciously granted you when you brought it up one day, they would usually see the three card spread. Past, Present, and Future. You gave comfort to the children worried about their lives and if they'll survive their adolescence. Maybe the clarity spreads for teenagers who have a specific situation they want insight on, whether it be a lover, a friendship, or even their mutant abilities.

One day when you were shuffling your deck you heard a sharp knock on the door, "Come in."

None other than Remy Lebeau walked through the door. He looked a tad nervous around at your dimly lit office filled with candles and burning incense.

You had been getting to know him more recently. One on one sparring with him while the rest of the team had paired up. Or sat next to each other at briefings and meals. Sometimes he even sat in your office grabbing bandages or holding hands as you disinfected wounds.

"Hey, Cher... Gambit was wonderin'... maybe you could read my cards,'' He was sharply eyeing a specific crystal with uneasiness. You were aware that he didn't mess with the supernatural.

Your brows furrow and you sit up straighter, "There's no magic here Remy, just a connection to the spiritual, its connection to me, and my connection to the cards."

His eyes soften and he quickly sits in the comfy chair on the other side of your table, "Okay Cher, I trust you."

He came from New Orleans, a deeply spiritual place with strong links to history, slavery, and powerful spiritual figures. You had observed the thin veil between the physical and spiritual during a couple of your many adventures, but you never felt the need to stay. You knew exactly when your time in New Orleans was done as soon as it was, then usually by the next day you were off again.

"Okay, hon," You started shuffling the cards between your hands and between your fingers as you speak, "What are you looking to ask the spirits?"

"Well, I was wonderin', well there's this girl I really like, and I was wondering what I should do about it?" He was idly picking at his fingers, staring at the cards in your hands, or at the walls, really anywhere but your eyes.

You toyed with some ideas in your head for a moment before choosing a spread of your own creation, "This will be a three card spread, the first card is how you really feel about her, no rose tinted glasses no nothing, the second card is how she feels about you, and the third is whether you should act on this or not."

"Okay, petite, let's do this," You fan the cards out and allow him to choose the cards he is most drawn to. You saw him crack his knuckles and reach for the cards. As he touched them you felt a pull towards him, and once the last card was set on the table you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

You gesture him to flip the first card over, and the face of the card is revealed. Four tall pillars holding up greenery with two people and a castle in the background.

You smile at the card, "The Four of Wands."

Remy looked up at you patiently and waited for your words, "This woman is your idealistic love. The universe has gifted you with your perfect match."

A smile started to play on his lips and you nodded your head toward the second card on the table. A naked blonde woman collecting water under a sky brightly filled with stars.

"This is The Star. This is a romantic and spiritual connection, there is a force known or unknown drawing her to you and most likely vice versa," You glance over at Remy's growing smile, "Is this going as you had planned?"

He looked up at you with wide eyes, and shook it off quickly, "Chere, I'm... I'm not sure."

You place your hand on his, "Will you flip the last card, Chere?"

You placed your hand over the familiar card and gently flipped it over. The people facing each other holding chalices.

"This is The Two of Cups, a deep mutual understanding usually of a romantic nature. Looking at this spread I see two people being drawn together both by proximity and spiritual connection. The you should tell her how you feel as the cards seem to point to a potential romantic relationship forming," You look up at him waiting for him to say something.

"Well, Chere, I thought you would talk me out of doing this, but it seems that the stars have aligned," He took a deep breath before looking deeply into your eyes, "Ever since I first saw you, I've felt drawn to you. Moth to a flame and all that, but I wasn't sure about how to approach the topic. I guess I'll just go for it, would you like to go out with Gambit sometime."

You could see him nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and his eyes darting across your face. All you could do was smile, "Yes, Remy I would love to go out with you." 

An all out smile formed on his face from ear to ear, the crows feet at the edges of his eyes crinkled. It wasn't long before you were sitting in the kitchen late at night and enjoying Louisiana cuisine made by the Cajun himself.

Then it was a walk around the garden at dawn or training together that inevitably lead to making out against the walls of the Danger Room and quickly rezipping suits and pulling on garments seconds before the next set of people were scheduled to come in.

It had been a few months after you had made the relationship official and you were moving your collection of crystals, books, and other spiritual items into Remy's room with his help of course when you had realized you hadn't felt the pull to leave. You had finally found a place to call home, where you truly belonged and the spiritual world was letting you rest. After years of wondering and meeting and leaving you had found a place to stay.

The very next hour you had approached Charles Xavier and agreed to stay. You had been discussing teaching art and self-control classes with him for a little while, but now you were committed to staying as long as he would have you.

That came with a permanent place among the X-Men team which you happily accepted. 

[raginglesbian2006]

what is your vision on Alastor with a Male Reader who is the opposite of him? Rarely smiles, isn't very chatty and is kinda rough? Maybe, since Alastor loves dancing and singing, Reader or feels shy about it and doesn't like the way he dances and sings or doesn't hate it and watches Alastor dance and sing

ooh, this is a fun ask, lets go

Alastor with a male reader who's the complete opposite of him

So you joined the Hazbin Hotel out of genuine curiosity

You had died fairly young, almost in your late twenties. You have never figured out why you ended up in hell

So it is safe to say, that when you heard of the Hazbin Hotel, you were eager to join, albeit a little skeptical

Of course, it came with your fair share of anxiety when you knocked on the doors of the hotel and were greeted with the ever-smiling radio demon

It spooked your little heart TO THE CORE

Ah well, fast forward a few weeks later and you were adjusting well

Angel Dust was quite protective of you, claiming you to be his younger brother

Niffty initially took to you since she thought you were a "bad boy" but hey, at least she considers you as a friend now

Charlie and Vaggie have been sweet to you and so have Husk and Sir Pentious

Of course, you'd have trouble trying to bond with Alastor

Alastor was loud, boisterous, and loved to scare the living shit out of people whereas you were quiet, reserved, and soft-spoken

Alastor didn't even pay mind to you that much. To him, you were insignificant

All that changed when he tasted your food though. You cook a mean jambalaya. (You were surprised to find Alastor's plate clean when you just turned around for one second)

After that, the radio demon hung around you from time to time and you started growing comfortable with him as well

You were not a fan of him pulling you along to dance on random occasions when jazz played through the radios

Still, you tried your best to keep up with him. You weren't into all the swing dancing so you resolved to just watch him do all the work lol

You aren't that chatty of a person so you just listen to Alastor blab about anything and everything. He once told you that you were a good listener and patted your head

He gave you a personalized radio one day. He bragged about how he came up with the immaculate design but you were too flustered to notice

So it seemed was the rest of the hotel

The big bad radio demon gave you a gift??? Are we talking about the same radio demon here?

It didn't stop there. You were bombarded with gifts every other day. Sometimes it was books, flowers, tea cup sets, or a full-on attire (He gave you a coat that looked just like his, except with the colors reversed)

You asked Alastor about his...frequent gift-giving and he very bluntly stated, "Why, my dear, I am trying to court you after all. "

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He took you out on a date after you recovered from your slight panic attack

You realize you don't mind being the radio demon's boyfriend

He even started being respectful of your quiet nature. He quite likes the peace anyway

Vox is foaming at the mouth and plotting to kill you as we speak

A/N: This turned out a little different than I'd hoped but I hope you enjoy it!

[dira333]

Anniversary, again and again - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

for @cheesypuffkins87

You wake up to an empty bed, the place next to you cold. 

For a minute, you stay where you are, one hand resting under the other pillow.

But you have to get up, even if you don’t want to. 

Your alarm chimes up and you know you can’t snooze it again.

Even without a note you know where your husband is. It’s half past six, so he’s on his morning jog, running the distance he’d otherwise have to take by train or car. 

-

In the kitchen, a bright yellow Post-it smiles back at you from the coffee maker. 

“I love you.” It says, with proper punctuation and all. Wakatoshi still hasn’t quite figured out the meaning of love notes, but he’s taken it to heart when you mentioned you’d be quite happy to find some of them littering the apartment from time to time. 

You take the Post-it and place it in a little box you keep with the snacks you hide from him before you get started with breakfast.

The calendar on the Fridge is mocking you. You have to work through Lunch today, which means you can’t take the subway to the Gym and eat with Wakatoshi. His neat handwriting reminds you that practice will run late today as well.

Above that, the date is circled with a heart.

Today’s your anniversary. Your first, too.

If everything goes right, you’ll see him at nine pm, tuckered out from extra training. And it’s the middle of the week too, so you doubt he’s thought of reserving a table for Dinner. Not when he has to be up at five the next morning anyway.

-

“Isn’t today your anniversary?” Kimiko asks at work.

You scowl. “Yes.”

“And you’re working?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Both Kise-san and Yamamoto-san managed to get this day off before I could ask.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

You agree, even though you keep it to yourself. 

You try to call Wakatoshi during the quick break you get to scarf down the Bento you brought. The call is directed to voicemail immediately, which tells you that he’s probably turned his phone off and left it in the changing room. 

It’s nothing new. He’s deliberate in many things, and training is just one of them.

Still, you text him.

“Love you, miss you. Do your best.”

-

You buy his favorite snacks on the way home, stopping when you get to the flower bouquets. They’re nothing special, just assortments of roses and tulips in different colors, but still… it’s your anniversary. 

You buy two, deciding to put one in the kitchen and one in the bedroom when you get home. 

The apartment is quiet. You’re exhausted to the point that you leave the groceries that are not temperature sensitive on the counter and flop down on the Couch, closing your eyes for a quick nap.

-

The door closing wakes you.

You blink against the bright light, groggy from how deep you were sleeping.

“Love?”

You turn. Wakatoshi’s standing in the door, dripping.

“Oh, Wakatoshi,” you scramble up and over, cradle his cold face in your hands. “Did you get caught in the rain?”

He smiles, nuzzling into the touch.

“It started just a few minutes ago, but it was a downpour. Did I wake you?”

“Yes,” you lean up to kiss him. “But I’m glad. I’ve slept for far too long. I don’t even have Dinner ready.”

“Do you wanna order in?” Wakatoshi stops you as you try to pull away, your thoughts already on Dinner.

“Order in?” That’s unlikely of him.

“Yes. I-” He stops, pursing his lips. “I couldn’t get you flowers.”

“Oh.”

“I know,” Wakatoshi nods, his brows twisting. “I remembered that today is our anniversary but the stores were already closed when I got out of training. I tried at the gas station down the road but they had nothing pretty enough.”

“It’s okay,” you lean in to kiss him again. “Today has sucked, but I’m glad I have you.”

“But-”

“How about…” You hesitate before you trudge on. “How about we prepare Dinner together and then talk about what we want our anniversary to look like? I’m sure we have different ideas. And then we can celebrate it the way we want to on the weekend?”

“That sounds good.”

“Now dry up so we can get started,” you push him toward the bathroom. As expected, his large frame does not budge.

But Wakatoshi does move, after one last kiss, stopping when he passes the kitchen.

“Did you buy flowers?”

“Yes,” you smile. “They’re for us. I can buy you flowers as well.”

Wakatoshi smiles and it’s one of your favorites, small and almost shy. 

It’s the same smile you saw when you confessed to him.

As if he can’t believe that this is happening to him, of all people.

-

Sunday

You wake up to an empty bed, the place next to you cold. 

For a minute, you stay where you are, one hand resting under the other pillow.

The sounds and smells of the world are only slowly registering in your mind, your brain still hazy from sleep.

But there’s the telltale sound of plates knocking against each other. And does it smell like coffee?

“Oh, you’re awake!” Wakatoshi exclaims as he steps into the bedroom, a tablet in his massive hands.

“You made breakfast?”

“Yes,” he nods. “You didn’t say you wanted it, but I thought it would be enjoyable.”

“I said I wanted you in bed when I wake up,” you send him a teasing grin, “and you went the extra mile.”

“Anything for you.”

Wakatoshi leans over to kiss you.

You’re glad, now more than ever, that you married him.

[azrielbrainrot]

Mind Over Matter

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Description: Eris sees you at your lowest and you get a glimpse behind the mask.

Warnings: Angst, Domestic Violence, Injury

Word Count: 3550

Notes: In case it's confusing this is set before Fire on Fire. Hope you enjoy!

Fire on Fire Masterlist

The forest looked beautiful today. The red and orange leaves cast shadows over the whole clearing, and from the tree branch you were sitting at, you could see the birds flying and even some bunnies hopping around the bushes. It had been raining all week but it finally let up this morning, the sun was now shining high in the sky making it a perfect day to sit and read outside.

Even if the season never changes, you can tell apart the “beginning” and “end” of autumn. The leaves are just starting to fall, meaning this would be the beginning of the season. In a few months when the leaves are mostly on the ground, it will be the “end” and then the cycle will repeat itself. You always preferred this time when the sun is still shining and the forest is alive.

It might be summertime in the solar courts from your calculations, not that you've ever stepped foot out of this one, or even out of the city. As much as you love the forests tinged in orange, you can't help but wonder what it would be like if they gave way to different sights every few months.

Perhaps it would make autumn more enjoyable if it wasn't constantly upon you. You think you wouldn't hate the spring or summer, when the sun is warmer and there isn't as much rain, when different flowers bloom making the forests turn into different shades of green and brown and so many other colors.

You haven't been this deep into the woods in a long time, your mother and father had both finally left the house for long enough at the same time after what felt like forever. With the rain, your mother hadn't been invited to any tea parties and your father always seemed to be working in his office nowadays, never even leaving to attend any meetings. Seems the High Lord had given him some important job.

You'd feel bad for whoever had the misfortune of their company today but these are the few moments of peace you can steal for yourself, and you've been praying to The Mother that something came up so your father was called to the Forest House or even further. If it was something scandalous enough it would take your mother to her friend's houses to discuss it among themselves too.

You get so lost in your thoughts and the book you're reading, in the calmness and silence the forest brings you that it's only when you look up at the sky and see it starting to turn the same orange tone as the trees that you realize the sun is almost setting, you were late. You weren't sure how long your parents would be gone for, hopefully they weren't coming before dinner or they would already be looking for you.

Gathering your skirt, you hop down from the thick branch you've been sitting on, shoving your book into the old bag you once stole from one of the many closets in your house. It took you a few tries, and reading a couple of books, but you had managed to charm it to hold a lot more than its size would lead you to believe. You've been using it to keep books, dried flowers you've turned into bookmarks, random trinkets you've found over the years and even a couple of pants. Anything your parents wouldn't approve of you having really, things you actually called your own. Picking it up, you winnow to its hiding place - an old hollowed tree close to the edge of the woods behind your house - and quickly cover it so no one comes across it.

The maids knew you weren't inside, thinking you were in the gazebo watching the flowers, or feeling sorry for yourself, whatever they told themselves you did all day, so winnowing straight to your room wasn't an option. There was also the risk of any of them lingering around and seeing you. The garden had to do then, the servants had probably all left the grounds by then, retiring to their own homes.

You winnow deep into the garden so you're surrounded by bushes, close to the crimson roses that overlooked the side entrance to the estate. You weren't usually allowed on this side of the garden, it was too close to the servants' gate, meaning any of the “lowly” males could see you and you wouldn't know how to defend yourself from their advances. Sometimes you think your father is convinced you need instructions for breathing too.

Waving a hand over yourself to clean off any obvious dirt for the moment, you almost sprint closer to the gazebo, the place the maids would come looking for you when it was time to get ready for dinner.

Your heart stalls in your chest when you turn the corner to find your father walking the grounds. His face turns into stone as soon as he lays eyes on you, making you drop your skirt immediately, smoothing it with your hands out of habit, always trying to appear as polished as you can in front of him.

By his side stood your fiancé, looking as elegant as ever in a black three piece suit, topped off with a muted red tie to match the soles of his shoes. You've never seen his hair this long, it was combed back and tied in a small knot. Your gaze moves back to your father's disappointed face when his eyes meet yours, always so intense and calculating, suffocating even.

It had been years since you'd last been caught outside by your father and, to make matters worse, Eris was here too. At least he only saw you in the garden, even if further in than you're normally allowed. You don't even want to think what would happen if he'd seen you winnow from the woods.

“What are you doing outside at nightfall?” Your father was clearly displeased with you, not only for going against his wishes but also for doing it in front of such an important person.

“I simply got distracted looking at the flowers,” you try to sound as demure as possible, thinking maybe you could fix this by playing dumb since your father probably didn't want to make a scene in front of Eris, “They're blooming so beautifully.”

“You must have been really distracted,” he says as he turns his head menacingly, “since you know you're not allowed to wander around unattended.”

His tone almost makes you flinch, your face dropping. It had been foolish of you to think you could talk yourself out of the situation. Eris' presence wouldn't make your father less volatile, it only made things worse. He wanted to show the other male he was capable of handling his family, not wanting to appear weak in front of the heir.

You hadn't stopped to think that this could also make you less viable for marriage. His daughter being personally chosen by the High Lord as his eldest son's fiancé was your father's greatest accomplishment, and he knew better than you that Beron's mind was easily changed, he wouldn't want Eris to think you might not be the best option after all.

In this moment you ponder tarnishing your reputation as much as you could to get out of this marriage. If only it wouldn't cost you your life with it. Your father always hated the fact that you were born female. A male would bring the family name glory but a female could only hope to wed into a noble family. If you were to lose the High Lord's favor your father would likely lock you away from the world or even dispose of you altogether.

Your father lets out what you think he means as a disapproving sigh, but you can hear the excitement behind it, can see it on his face. He's grown to enjoy the moments when he can put you or your mother in your place, it makes him feel important. He approaches you, moving away from a slightly confused looking Eris.

You knew what was coming as soon as you saw your father pull his hand back, you've been here before many times after all. You close your eyes, feeling the heat approach your face, trying not to let your instincts take over and try to avoid it, that only makes it worse. The force of the slap makes your head turn to the side, your body almost following, but the worst part is the flames, you have to bite your lip not to let out any sound as you feel the burn eating at your skin. You faintly smell burning and try not to think about it, knowing it's the smell of your own flesh.

He holds your chin with a still too warm hand, even if already rid of the flames, and looks into your eyes closely, wanting to revel in your pain. “I've taught you better than this.” He adds another light slap to your face for good measure before letting you go completely. It almost hurts more than the first one, the skin was so tender even just moving your face hurt.

Taking a weak breath in, you try to calm your mind, ignore the pain and rage warring inside you. Clutching tightly onto your dress to keep your hands occupied, in case your mind slips and you burn his face in rage the same way he keeps doing to yours. You feel the flames wanting to rise up to your skin but firmly snuff them out, making sure they stay safely hidden deep inside you until it's the right time.

The pain has gotten easier to bear over the years, now you close your eyes not from fear but to calm yourself. You don't have the strength to go against him yet or a plan for a safe escape, you refuse to lose your life so easily after enduring this for so long. One day you will make him pay for everything he has put you through but first you need a plan and you need to be stronger.

This time it was different though, Eris was watching, you could feel his gaze burning into your skin deeper than your father's fiery palm ever could. There had been witnesses to his cruelty before, even outside your family and servants, you had seen pity, satisfaction and even trained blankness in their faces, had learned to ignore them and not ask for help under any circumstance - it took you too long to realize that the ones showing pity know your pain or are as powerless as you.

But, for some reason, knowing Eris, your future husband, the heir to the throne, is watching makes you want to cry for the first time since you were a child. You bite your lip and clench your fists as hard as you can, opening your eyes only enough to look to the ground, hoping your face isn't giving away too much or the burn was at least enough to hide it.

Suddenly interested in studying the cobbled stones you've walked on for decades, you notice your earring fell off, the ruby glinting in one of the little nooks in between stones, suffocated with no place to escape to just like you felt. You briefly wondered if it had simply gotten loose with the force or if it was ripped off your earlobe, but the pain on the side of your face was too intense to be able to pinpoint a specific area. A ripped earlobe was the least of your concerns anyway.

“What do you think you're doing?” All your thoughts evaporate when you hear his voice. He sounds uncharacteristically angry, you've never seen him lose the teasing lilt to his words or crafted nonchalant tone. You can't help but look up at him with wide eyes, not even remembering the shame you had felt before.

“Not to worry. Her face will be healed by tomorrow morning,” your father barely hesitates, assuming the anger wasn't directed at him hitting you, “I wouldn't give you damaged goods, my lord.”

Sometimes you wonder how your father had lived for so long, how he managed to become important enough that he not only worked for Beron but the High Lord would also want his heir to marry you, when he could be this dense. It was clear Eris wasn't worried about your face, his anger was almost palpable.

You know he wears a mask like no one else, you've seen it in action, but, if your father hadn't been so self-absorbed, if it was Beron standing in front of him, this would end very differently. Because the mask had fallen at the same time your stupid earring did. What was staring at you was Eris' true face. Your father was too thick to notice but you could gamble your life on it.

It showed his unrestrained fury and power rumbling just beneath his skin, you're not sure how your father didn't notice the way the temperature rose around them, the air suddenly resembling the summer you had just been longing for. His gaze burned hotter than lava and the planes of his face carved out the perfect personification of fury. His face was the perfect picture of the new High Lord of the Autumn Court. It was all fire, beautifully and all consuming.

He was making a bigger effort of not hurting your father than you were. When your eyes met you could almost see him forcefully pushing his feelings away, stuffing himself down with them, burying them deep inside him to keep the plot he's been writing for centuries intact. Still, his gaze lingered on your marred cheek too long, you think you even see his fingers spasm, as if wanting to reach out, if it was to console you or to snap your father's neck you couldn't be sure but the sentiment behind it was the same.

You almost gasp as the realization comes to you. The look on his face isn't all anger but what's underlining it isn't pity, it's the face of someone who understands. He's been in your same place. It shouldn't be a surprise to you, Beron's cruelty will far outlive his name, but it's hard to imagine Eris, inarguably the second most powerful fae in this court, in your place.

Your stomach twists at the implications. If even he can't fight Beron, what hope do you have of escaping your father? Especially now that he's aligned himself with the High Lord? It's in this moment that you know Eris' warnings were correct, there's no use running, you wouldn't make it but a couple steps.

“She needs a healer to fix her face,” you can almost see him choosing his words, playing into your father's narrative enough while trying to help you as much as he can. You're starting to think you have Eris figured out. Is this how he has survived this long? “See that it gets done quickly.”

He leaves without another word, turning away from you father and letting his eyes linger on your burnt flesh one more time before winnowing out of your estate. You don't look away from where he'd just been even when your father grabs your arm and pulls you along on his way inside the house, cursing you with every step. You wouldn't be able to leave your room and escape into the forest for a while.

Later that night, when you're returning to your room, after a healer treated your wounds as usual, and made sure Eris' goods wouldn't be permanently damaged as your father had so lovingly put it, you find a vaguely familiar, faint scent lingering in the air, it makes your heart stop.

Thankfully, the maids didn't accompany you to your room, they didn't like treating you cruelly but helping you could get them in trouble with your father so they'd rather just watch in silence, or, even better, turn their face whenever it was possible.

If they had followed you, they would have noticed the scent, would run and tell your father. You're not sure if they'd recognize it as his, he doesn't visit your house often after all, but the spicy scent was unmistakably male. It's better not to think of the amount of trouble you would be in if they smelled it.

You walk to the window first, opening it as wide as you can so the chilly night air fills the room instead, making sure there would be no residuals in the morning when they came to wake you. Looking up at the full moon in the cloudy sky, feeling the wind turn to ice against the side of your face still covered in a thick cooling salve and wrapped in bandages, you hesitate one more time before moving to the foreign items sitting at your vanity table, undoubtedly left behind by your dear fiancé.

Eris left you a tiny bottle with some strange bluish liquid inside accompanied by a small red velvet box tied off with a golden ribbon. You know he won't poison you, the bargain won't allow it, but you weren't sure what else he could do if he let his imagination run wild. You decide reading the note set on top of the box might give you an idea.

He has no right to treat you like this. I'm sorry I can't do more to help you for now but I promise there will come a day when he won't be able to hurt you anymore.

The note wasn't signed but you knew it was his. Even after your agreement, you didn't think he would try to make you feel better, even going as far as risking getting caught while dropping this off, since this fragile alliance of yours had been neither of your first choices.

You pick up the bottle and uncork it, immediately recognizing the calming scent of a sleeping draught. It would help with your nightmares. This is a generous amount too, it can last you a while. You set it back down and untie the ribbon, opening the box to find some chocolate and sugar cookies.

A sleeping draught and cookies. Never in your life had you received anything like this. You can't even admit it to yourself but this is by far the most thoughtful gift you've ever gotten from anyone.

He had to have an idea of how awful your father was to you, you told him as much when you made the bargain, but he might not have realized he went as far as physically hurting you. Eris knows the pain of an abusive father, of being haunted by their cruelty even in your dreams. So, he gave you the draught to help you even a little and the cookies to console you, something sweet to fend off the pain.

Just when you were starting to feel thankful for Eris, thinking you might have been too harsh on him before, you notice something else written on the other side of the note. Turning it around and reading it as well.

I wasn't aware you could winnow so well. Just how much are you hiding from your family, doll?

Your entire body tenses at the words, turning the paper into flames lest anyone reads it. He knows. You've managed to hide this ability from everyone for decades, but now Eris, of all people, knows. You're not sure how he noticed when your father didn't. He could have arrived before him, could have wandered around the grounds without anyone knowing. Is it possible that he knew where you went? No, he couldn't have come from the forest in time to talk to your father and see you.

You hold your hand up to rub over your chest, simultaneously trying to calm your racing heart and feeling the mark of the bargain woven into your soul, trying to reassure yourself. He's your ally. He won't tell anyone, the bargain won't allow it. But what could he do with this information? You had the upper hand when you made the bargain but it feels like he just stepped ahead.

After a few moments of breathing in the cold air still seeping into the room and settling your mind, you sit down on the chair by the vanity unceremoniously, letting your head drop into your hands for a moment. A heavy sigh escapes you as you open the cookie box again. What kind of person sends you gifts and includes a mildly threatening message with them. Must he always push your buttons like this?

You take a bite out of a chocolate cookie and let the delicious taste melt in your mouth, eyeing the small bottle. It seems you'll need to use it tonight, you definitely need a good dreamless sleep after the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through the whole day.

What you fail to notice is that, between the chocolate and sugar cookies you keep munching on and the annoyance now targeted towards Eris, your face barely even hurts anymore and you weren't left thinking of the deep rooted ache in your soul after your father hurt you yet another time.

[stuffeddeer]

beast!dazai is our silly guy but he’s sadder :( i’d like to barge in his office while he’s working to put hairclips in his hair so he will be slightly less sad :)

The large and heavy doors leading to the boss’s office slowly creaked open. Dazai looked up with a harsh glare, about to tell off whoever just entered without knocking.

“Osamu!” You sprinted across the long office, hands clutching a small bag to your chest as your feet thudded against the long, regal carpet decorating his floor.

His glare fell, a smile taking its place as he stood up from his desk, widely spreading his arms out. “Hey— “

All of the air in his lungs is forced out as you run right into him, his arms wrapping around your frame as you both fell to the floor. Giggles emerged from your lips that brought a serene smile to the Port Mafia Boss's face, still holding you to him as you both lie on the ground.

"Okay, okay — get up! I come bearing gifts!"

Dazai chuckles at your words, arms falling lax around your frame so you can squirm out of his hold and stand up. "Gifts, hm?" He follows suit, moving to sit back on his desk chair. 

"Well, not gifts, really. I lied! ..Maybe. Sit down, though,"

"I'm already seated— "

"and get to work!" You set your bag on the corner of his desk, waiting for him to fall back into his paperwork and strategizing.

A sigh pulls from his chest, shoulders slumping as he decides to follow your orders. He'd love to focus all of his attention on you, asking about your day and why you're here so early, what you've had to eat and if anyone was mean on your way up (absolutely not, not after that one guy... what was his name? No one's heard from him since) — but Dazai knew that once you were set on something, there was little he could do to change your mind. You clearly had an agenda with your visit, something nestled into your small bag you didn't want to tell him about just yet.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long to find out.

Small, plastic butterfly clips. Three of them, in differing pastel colors, were clipped into his dark hair. He paused only for a moment before remembering your words and focusing on his work. Next were chunky pink barrettes, followed by a bunny clip resting on the side of his head. You brought out small bows of various patterns and colors, either tied into his hair or clipped in along with the rest.

A few more butterfly clips spilled out of your bag and Dazai could no longer contain the giggle he'd been trying to swallow since you started. "Is this your gift to me? Decorating my hair?"

You pinned a flower clip onto his coat with a playful grin.

"Ah, my mistake. Decorating me."

You nodded and pulled a few colorful paperclips from your bag as well, setting them on his desk. "You work so hard... I just wanted to add some color to your day," you shrug sheepishly. "I was gonna bring some of my cute pens, too, but I thought those might go unused. It's one thing to get all dolled up in private, but I thought you might not want reports written in purple ink."

Dazai knows you put a lot of thought into this, even if you're playing it off like it's no big deal. You wanted to make him happy without going too overboard — something small that wouldn't impede on his work.

His hands grabbed your waist and, in one sudden movement, he stood up and brought you into a hug. No words were shared, just a small moment of affection that would definitely help him get through the day so he could finally come home to you.

[weirdo-fun]

What Else Can I Do?

Azriel x Reader - Chapter 3

So sorry this chapter took so long to come out. Writer's block sucks! Fair warning, I finished this up late at night so there will be grammer errors.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: Reader ends up getting turned fae and befriends Elain and gets super close with her. But Reader notices Elain gets treated differently, and Reader would like to change that but a certain batboy always gets in her way of trying to help her friend and under her skin.

Word Count: 2.7 K

Warnings: Banter, bickering, fem! reader, "girls just want to have fun~"

Author's Note: I have another Azriel x Reader fic in the works which will be published soon after the last chapter of this fic so let me know in the comments if you want me to tag you in all future Azriel fics that I will write. Hint: this next one is about stars and an ethernal being; and this fic may or may not be heavely inspired by a song from Over The Moon on Netflix. :)

“Hurry up!” You call out to Elain as you run up a large curved tree branch filled with soft moss and flowers growing from the branch that you grew just a few moments before. 

“I’m coming!” Elain says as she runs up after you, while holding her skirt up so she doesn’t trip. Her hair, face, and clothes are dirty with different colored powder. She comes up next to you and she looks down. Her eyes widen as she quickly takes a step back, “Woah, no no no no. I am not jumping.” 

You look at Elain and give her a comforting smile, “It will be ok. I put large flowers to cushion our fall. The flowers are soft and will break our fall. It’s like cliff jumping, except for water we are landing on flowers.” 

Elain looks at you with concern in her eyes. “I-I don’t know if I can do it. I know I said I wanted to do it, but now- looking at the height.” Elain isn’t able to finish her sentence. Her body instinctively takes a couple more steps back, her breathing starting to come and out in short breaths. 

You quickly stand in front of her and grab her slightly shaking hands and hold it in yours. “Hey hey hey, it’s ok.” You softly say in a comforting tone to calm your friend down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. We don’t have to do it, we can slide down like we did before this.” You soften your eyes at her. She looks at you for a few seconds, contemplating. She shakes her head and breaths out a deep breath, she lifts her chin up and hardens her face with confidence. “No. I will not take the easy way out. You said it yourself, that I need to come out of my shell and actually do things that I want.” 

Your eyes widen in slight surprise for a second and then soften to a proud look on your face. You smile at her and grab her hand and lead her to where the tree beach ends. You guys stand on the edge looking down at the huge pile of colorful flowers and giant flower petals ready to catch them. You look at Elain for confirmation. That she was ready and that she wanted to jump with you. She nods her head and gives you a reassuring smile. The bright smile on your face could not be contained. 

“On the count of three. One. Two. Three!” You shout and both of you jump. 

Joyous screams came out from both of you as you guys free fell with your backs facing the ground and faces looking up towards the sky. Your backs both made contact with the softness of the petals and pollen of the flowers. You and Elain’s bodies both bounced a little once you landed on the pile. Laughs erupted from you guys as the pollen from the flowers below you guys spread all over you guys. Pink, blue, red, and yellow colored powder was everywhere and stained your hairs, faces, arms, and clothes. 

Still laying in the flower pile, you and Elain’s laughs were the only thing that either of you could hear. The sound of beating wings and a thud didn’t reach your ears. Only until a voice spoke that both of your laughs were cut short. 

“What the hell is all of this?!” Cassian’s voice is what brought you guys to look up. Cassian was turning his head around at all the different flowers that were grown in the area then at the large curved tree branch and then lastly landed on the flower pile that you guys still were laying on. 

Azriel stood next to Cassian, surprise written on his face as he took everything in. As he perceives all the different flowers and the tree branch, you and Elain climb out of the pile and stand up. Azriel locks eyes with you and his piercing eyes make you nervous, although he has looked at you before with those eyes. It felt different this time for some reason, like he was contemplating what to say to you. He used to always be fast with his witty and hard words towards you, but he faltered. 

“Did you make all this?” Azriel finally spoke to you. 

The question startled you, because he sounded genuine. Like he was interested and wanted to know. Not a harsh tone like how he normally would have when talking to you. 

You nodded. “Yes. I was able to test my powers out more and I was able to make all of this.” You spoke, for the first time in a long time, to him, in a friendly voice. “I honestly didn’t know you could make all of this… It’s beautiful.” Azriel said as he looked around, his eyes wide with interest looking at every flower, moss, and tree that you made in the surrounding area.

You stood there, eyes slightly widened by his statement. Watching him, not knowing what to say or do. Unable to move because his statement struck you deep in your chest. You rack your brain to think of anything to say. A response. Nothing. You drew a blank. 

You shake off the shock as Azriel turns his eyes and looks at you. His stare sends a shiver down your body. Your chest starts hurting as you feel a pull at your heart. Shocked by the feeling, all you can do is stare back at Azriel. 

He breaks eye contact when he notices Elian standing behind you. His once soft stare changed to his usual harsh look that he normally gave you. “Come Elain. We have to get you back home.” He states as he holds out his hand waiting for Elain. Not giving you a second glance.

You look at your friend waiting for her next move. Hoping she will finally stand up to him. To the inner circle. She doesn’t give you a glance as she lowers her chin and walks towards Azriel. 

You widen your eyes and gap at Elain. Your expectation for her reaction to the situation is completely destroyed. “Elain!” You call her. She stops and she turns to look at you but Azriel steps up to block her view of you. 

“You can’t just take her back!” You exclaim. “Yes I can. She needs to be kept safe.” Azriel states as he grabs her hand and readys to shadow them back to the house. You step closer, “You can’t keep babying her! Stop putting her in a bubble!” You saw Azriels shadows start to swirl around him. “Hey! Azriel I am talking to you!” But before you could get another sentence out, Azriels shadowed away with Elain. 

You stare in disbelief at the spot where he was just standing. He actually ignored you. Your breathing comes in and out in heavy breaths. Cassian walks over slowly and looks at you with pity eyes. Silently saying sorry about what just happened. Look at Cassian with a determined attitude. “Take me back. Now.” You say in a sharp tone. Cassian nods and picks you up and starts to fly back to the Town House.  

Cassian lands on the balcony of the Town House and he doesn’t have time to even place your feet down, you jump out of his arms and storm inside. 

Determined steps echo through the hallway as you march through the house trying to find him. Some of the colored powder coming off you and leaving a small trail. Anger and frustration boiled through you. The flight back didn’t do anything to tame the feelings, it only enhanced them. 

You couldn’t believe that he actually ignored you. He never ignored you. He always had a snarky comment and he would never leave your arguments without both of you having said your piece and where you both felt tired of the argument. 

No. He just left. That’s what bothered you. He ended up treating you like a child that wasn’t worth any of his time to debate. 

You round a corner and you see him. He stood by Elain’s bedroom door talking to someone inside, he hasn’t noticed you. “Azriel!” You yell at him as you walk aggressively towards him. He turns his head in your direction and quickly says something in Elain’s room and the door closes shut. 

“What the hell?!” Azriel eyes zone in you, he steps towards you quickly with a sharp look in his eyes. His face is void of emotion as both of you get closer to each other. 

You don’t relent, “Why did you-“ Before you could even finish your sentence. Azriel grabs your forearm, not harshly but with enough force so you couldn’t pull away, and pulls you to follow him. “Stop yelling.” He says flatly, not even looking back at you as he pulls you towards a door and opens it. 

“How dare you tell me not to yell?! You literally left as I was talking to you!” You whip around to Azriel as he lets go of your forearm and closes the door. It takes you a few seconds for your senses to realize that Azriel led you into your room. Confusion falls upon your face as you questionably look at Azriel. 

“Why did you bring us into MY room?” You cross your arms in front of your chest. As you tilt your head at him, waiting for his answer. 

“Because you were yelling. The whole house doesn't need to hear your loud voice. This was the closest room.” Azriel said in a matter of fact tone. As he looks at you with a blank expression. 

“Well that never stopped you before! And for the record I can yell if I want to.” You huff and glare at him. “But seriously, what the hell?!” 

“What?” Azriel asks in an irritated voice. “What do you mean what? YOU literally left me!” You voice out, clearly frustrated. “What do you mean? Cassian brought you back didn’t he? I don’t understand what your so mad about.” Azriel says flatly. 

“That’s not what I mean! I mean, you literally left me as I was talking to you.” You say as you use your hands to point at him. He scuffs, “That’s what your mad about. That I didn’t talk to you when you were trying to stop me from bringing Elain back?” 

“Yes!” You nod in agreement. Azriel looks at you questionable, “What are you 8! Your mad that I ignored you when I was bringing Elain back here where she SHOULD have been before YOU decided it would be a great idea for her to take a stroll in the woods!” He says sarcastically. 

“I am not a child! Yes I am mad that you ignored me BECAUSE you have never ever just up and left whenever we are having an argument.” You yell as you take a step closer to him. “AND, Elain is not a CHILD for you to watch over consistently. She can make her own choices.” 

“Well she choose to come back home with me.” Azriel says in a sharp tone. “Because you TOLD HER TO! You never asked her if she wanted to come back.” You are starting to scream at Azriel at how frustrated you are. 

“Well she never said anything. Besides, like I have told YOU a million times before. Elain NEEDS to be kept safe.” Azriel yells, frustration growing on his face. “Oh my gods.” You laugh out, “You are unbelievable. She is NOT a prize or a secret weapon that needs to be HIDDEN from the world! She is a person that DESERVES to live a normal life and not stuck inside a bubble that YOU and everyone else seems to put her in!” You were seething with anger. 

“Please, you have no idea what your talking about! The measures and steps we take are FOR Elain. WE are the ones that are trying to keep her safe! WE are the ones looking for her well-being!” Azriel takes a step forward and points at you, “But YOU are the one trying to get Elain hurt.” 

“Oh yeah because that makes sense that I am trying to get my good friend whom I CARE FOR injured on purpose!” You face becomes red with the rising anger. “Well if you truly cared for her then you would listen to us and help us keep Elian safe here because you don’t know what she went through. She needs to be protected.” Azriel states as he paces slowly back and forth. 

You take a deep breath in. “I understand that part. I understand that in the beginning we had to be kept hidden and protected. But, if you try and keep us inside this Town House it will start getting suffocating. You guys treated Nesta and I differently from Elain, which granite was probably because of our personalities but still. Elain needs to be treated like an adult and respected.” You explain to Azriel as calmly as you can. 

“We do respect her. We gave her privacy and made sure she didn’t get in harms way.” Azriel’s eyes look at you confused as to your statement. “That’s not what I mean. I mean respect her enough to treat her like an adult. Because everytime you or anyone else talks to her it’s like you guys are talking to a child.” 

“What are you talking about-.” Azriel begins to say. “DON’T, give me that lame excuse.” You cut him off. “Azriel, please for the love of the gods think. When Elain started to come around after being turned, you guys told her to only stay on one side of the house. And if she wanted to go out in the small little garden, she had to be escorted and she was only allowed an hour or two outside. And then think of the times when Nesta would tell her that she isn’t allowed to go to the market because she was gonna be busy and everyone else had appointments that they had to get done. Or even TODAY. YOU said this morning that Elain can not leave until you or Nesta and Cassian get back. When literally I WAS HERE. I could have taken Elain to the market! I could have escorted her to the garden that day! I can take her out of this house if she ever wanted to without having to WAIT for your guy’s permission! I CAN ALSO LOOK AFTER MY FRIEND!” 

Silence. You gasp and stare at Azriel with widen eyes at your surprise confession. The words slipped your mouth without you realizing what you said until you said it. You take a sudden step back, and think of the truth that you just laid bare to the man in front of you. This wasn’t about Elain. Well, part of it was. The way the inner circle has been treating your friend left you so irritated that you wanted it to stop. But in truth. The main reason was because they completely skipped over you. They never truly saw you as a capable person to look after Elain. They never considered you to be someone that could escort her, walk with her, or even go shopping with her. They ignore you. Maybe that is why you got so angry at Azriel. Because he ignored you today. He normally never does that, granite it’s always to fight with you and tell you to not do anything with Elain but nevertheless he acknowledged you. Maybe, just maybe you actually want his attention. His words, fighting or not, you want those words directed to you. Maybe, you always tried to seek for him subconsciously. 

Azriel opens his mouth to say something but you quickly cut him off and say, “I have to go.” You keep you head low and walk past him quickly. Azriel tries to reach out to stop you from walking away, “Wait.” He says eagerly with worriedness in his tone, “Don’t go.” You don’t say anything, yo don’t even look at him. All Azriel can do is watch you rush out your own room and slam the door behind you. He stands there in shock as he listens to your footsteps quickly walk away down the hall. In all of Azriel’s existence in being the Shadowsinger for the High Lord of the Night Court, he didn’t know what to do. The conversation, your confession, it left him standing there like a fool staring at your door. All he thought about was how much of an idiot he was.

Thank you for reading chapter 3! I promise chapter 4 will come out faster because now I have things in my personal life settled. I will see you lovelies in the next (and most likely last chapter for this fic, maybe) But don't worry I have more projects to come in the future, so let me know in the comments if you guys want a sneak peek of my next one and if you want to be taged in any future Azriel fics!

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[sassycheesecake]

It’s a beautiful day during the fall season, the different pretty colors of the leaves that have been changed after summer was over, fall into the cold ground.

Two individuals, one man, with hair as dark as the midnight sky and a woman, drop-dead gorgeous, rest underneath a Japanese Maple tree. But they are not just any individuals.

The 6'3 tall man named Kiyoomi Sakusa, is secretly a yakuza member of the Jackals, one of the most feared mafia groups in Japan. The woman however, is a mere citizen but also the lover of said man. Sakusa took some time off his job to spend it with you instead, Meian thankfully granting him the request.

Collecting bounties and income, smashing a few heads and breaking some bones here and there, Sakusa is a ruthless, cold-blooded hunter when it comes to his position in the yakuza. To you however, he is the most sweet and softest puppy dog.

Sakusa is just relaxing with his head on your lap with his eyes closed, when he felt a very light weight on his head.

Opening one of his dark orbs, he sees that you placed something upon his dark curls, adjusting it as you focus highly on your task.

"What did you put on my head, my love?" He asks you, opening his other eye now as he looks at you with a breathtaking smile.

You’re quiet for a few seconds, when you gaze back into his dark eyes.

"A gift. Now you look even more handsome." You gush at him, blushing slightly at seeing his one-in-a-million-smile that just you get to see.

Sakusa chuckles lightly at your words, reaching up to find out what you placed on his dark curls only to get his tattooed hand slapped away from you.

"Ow. Why did you slap my hand away?" He pouts as he rubs his hand over the one you slapped, even though it barely hurt him.

"I just spent an eternity making you a magnificent flower crown and placed it on your unruly, complicated black curls, if you even move a single millimeter you will ruin my perfect placement." You scold him while waving a finger in his face.

"I didn’t know an eternity in your language means five minutes."

Sakusa snatches your hand and brings it to his face, pretending to bite it.

You screech in fear while quickly pulling your hand out of his and the ravenette chuckles darkly at your action.

"That’s what you get for trying to bark orders at me, you little germ." His hand finds yours again, intertwining your fingers with his big, slender ones. And you remember, that these fingers carry lots of blood on them, yet you don’t care. If anything, it makes Sakusa even hotter than he already is. And he is yours alone, as much as you are his.

"What? I can’t bark orders at you but Meian can?" You arch in eyebrow in annoyance.

"Yes." He bluntly states as he continues to look up at you.

"And why’s that?" You pry further.

"Because Meian pays my bills and he is my boss." Sakusa explains as if he’s talking to a toddler.

"What if I were your boss? Would you listen to me then?" You make a cute face, batting your eyelashes at him.

"No." Your lover disagrees.

"WHAT?!"

"I wouldn’t be able to take you seriously. And I don’t think any of the guys would. You’re too cute and you have the face of an angry wet kitten whenever you are mad at me." Sakusa explains with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

"Also. I know that Miya and Joffe keep eyeing you whenever they think I am not looking. And I could smash their skulls through the nearest wall whenever I see them do that. You’re already a distraction to me. Imagine the chaos if you have more guys than me thirsting after you." Sakusa adds with a grumble, as he crosses his arms across his chest.

"Awww look at you, Mr.Big-Bad-I-Beat-Up-People-For-A-Living-Kiyoomi Sakusa. What will those poor people think of you when they find out you’re a big fat softie underneath all those tattoos and that mean scowl of yours?" You tease him, laughing at his scowl that’s directed at you.

"Don’t call me a big fat softie in front of the others. They won’t live to tell the tale." Sakusa closes his eyes again, snuggling more into your thighs.

"Not even Miya?" He can almost hear the grin in your voice.

"Especially not Miya." The man mumbles as he starts to drift off.

[factual-fantasy]

28 asks! Thanks yall! :)) 🦶

My last doctors appointment came up with nothing. Onto the next one in a few weeks...

Oh good idea-- :00

Dink already has a friend! His name is Doink! :)

@stupid-thatsme

I usually watch YouTube or listen to music while I draw. I feel like it helps me draw faster and keeps me focused somehow.. XDD And no one wants to be alone with their thoughts lets be real-

@coolguyinternet

<XD I'll have to think about that one-

1: I knew what was coming for me in Tales from Ba Sing Se. But it still hurt. :(((

1: At first I don't think I liked Mei very much <XDD But after seeing her turn around at the end of the show?? I really like her :))

There's a lot of moments that were sweet and sad. But Zuko's apology to Iroh, and Toph and Sokka's talk about Katara's motherly nature were amongst the sweetest. And Aang going avatar mode when loosing Appa and being comforted by Katara has to be the saddest I can remember.. 🥺🥺🥺

The ending overall just felt like it came too soon, I wish the show was longer..

@mrplants-world

You're gonna have to be a liiiitle more specific- 😅

(Aang holding Appa art in question)

Do people really ask that?? Man.. smh.. smh.. 😔😔

That sounds like something they'd do! :DD

:DDD Thank you! I'm glad you like my artwork!! :))))

@the-woomyverse

XDDD Oh man that's some fantastic angst potential

(Evil Grim and V post in question)

An asker in this post described what I imagine they'd be like really well! :00

And yes! The evil versions are all shiny but evil Anastasia (Kricketot) is normal colors XD

I didn't intend to have Miraidon around, no.. 😅

And I don't have the DLC, so I am unfamiliar with Ogerpon.. <:0

@necromicon42

The boo mushroom isn't intended to be in my AU.. but the boomerang and cloud flower could be included :00 I imagine they'd be/look a lot different though..

The boomerang flower might not be a full on powerup.. I might make it this big flower that once it grows its oddly shaped petals fall off and harden like wood. Leaving behind these perfect flat boomerangs. I can imagine Mario and Luigi just learning how to throw the boomerangs instead of absorbing a powerup. This would also explain how boomerang bros got their boomerangs. They throw the same dried up petals that the bros throw-

The cloud flower might just be changed into some king of... wispy thing and the bros can collect. Instead of a flower. Maybe a literal cloud? I'm not sure.. but I can see it existing :00

@spinelfan11

I believe so! XD Thank you! :)

(Refencing this post and this post)

<XD No one is safe from the bootleg curse!

<XD No no, my AU was made before the movie came out. Nothing from the movie applies to my AU- including the Vanessa daughter thing <XDD

Well lets see,

1: I think Gravity Falls and Pixars cars was very inspirational to me! :0

2: My favorite song changes from day to day,, but currently I really like Lights by Ellie Goulding! :))

3: When I understood it, I think I liked math! :))

4: And sorry! But drawing suggestions are now closed 😅

@anikakitty11

Shroomie!! :DDD

@untitled-7613

I wouldn't trust them personally- 😅😅

@khoiazo

XDD The only appropriate response to evil Grim and V honestly-

@xxanxious-anxietyxx

:000 WAIT REALLY??? THANKO YOU!! :DDD

@hope0koi

They doin good! I've been meaning to draw them more often <XDD

@minophlia

Ah man.. this is very bitter sweet. I'm glad you found me here and that you like what I make. But its also horrible to hear that you found me through stolen artwork that I worked so hard on..

@katpotato55 (In response to this post)

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :)))

@im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you

XDD Well hey it made me laugh too! Also thank you! :))

@ink-machine-kidd

I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to do for that..😅I'm not familiar with Digimon.. 🥺 Thank you for the suggestion though! :00

@agent-cakeshroom

XDD Thank you!! And yes! I DO love sky! :DD Been playing ever since season of dreams back in 2021 💪💪💪

[misty--nights]

So I'm watching the show yet again (usually I struggle watching shows, I don't know how I've managed to watch it twice already and still want to watch it a third time), and here are some things that I've noticed in episode 1, after the read more because it got longer than expected.

Charles calls himself the brawn and the protector of the two, but it's Edwin who goes all serious and says "I would not let that happen" when Charles asks what they'd do if Death came for them. I'm sure/concerned that he'd try to fight her if she ever came to take them...

Edwin knits!! When they are wearing their disgusses to get the demon out of Crystal he knitts while Charles reads the newspaper. Granted, you can only see him doing for a short moment, so I don't know if he's doing it properly, but I like to think he is. I have many thoughts about this, but it would take over the whole post. I'm still willing to make a whole post for it if anyone is interested but yeah. Bottom line is, Edwin can knitt!

The tone of voice that Crystal uses when she first wakes up in the Agency and in her walk with Charles is really different to the tone she uses the rest of the season. In hindsight, it's pretty obvious that is her mean girl tone, but still, I just think it's a nice detail.

Edwin takes Crystal's coffee cup when she takes the mail? We've just stablished he's not going to drink it, so is he just being petty? Is he going to throw it away or hide it just to be a nuisance? Is he investigating what she got? This boy, I swear...

I know people have pointed out all the Clue boards in the closet, but there's also a ouija board there? Hilarious. Maybe some ghosts prefer communicating with that instead of speaking? Or Charles got it because he thought it was funny and then never got rid of it?

I like that the thing that convinces Edwin to take the Becky Aspen case is Charles asking if he's going to let a little girl die. But more importantly, the title card right after that says "three flights". I've had this question for a bit, but what do they do during those flights? Do the boys spend those just standing in the hallway next to Crystal's seat? Do they sit in the cockpit? Do they hide in the bathroom until someone comes to use it? Do they hope for empty seats they can use? I don't know, every possible version of their trip is so funny to me. I know ghosts don't get tired like alive people, but the idea of them just standing awkwardly off to the side for more than 10 hours is hilarious.

No big detail here, I just love Crystal's purple coat thing she wears in this episode. Never really noticed that it has like flowers embroidered at the bottom, and the color of the whole thing is so nice.

"Maybe he's our fucking demon now." Crystal I love you, that is one of the funniest lines in the episode. I also really like that she gets to be angry and scared. Even if later Jenny talks her down from the worst it, it's not her anger that she points out, it's the fact that people are just like that and how the boys act is nothing personal. Her anger is not directly attacked (except by Edwin, but that's just him being petty), because she gets to be angry about all that's happening to her.

The flashback to Edwin's life at St. Hilarion's changes the video aspect (is that the proper term for that? It makes the screen square like in older films is what I mean.) Also he card for that flasback specifies "Edwardian England" even while having the date at the bottom. I don't know, it made me chuckle that they felt the need to clarify the era even while having the date there. They don't put "modern day England" for Crystal's flashback.

With the way the cat reacted to the sardine, I'm willing to bet he would have told Edwin everything without the binding spell if Edwin had a few more fish for him.

When they're talking behind the shop and Crystal says she gets angry, Charles looks down and takes a bit to respond. I think this is the first time he relates to her. The first time he can call that pull twards her something more than mere attraction. He has this very vulnerable look when she says it and then immediately shows her his parents and tells her something he's never told anyone before? This boy saw his anger in someone else and thought maybe it's fine for him to be angry too.

Is it a trick of the light in the scene where she meets Niko, or does Crystal have a septum piercing?

"If you're sticking around, you gotta let us in." Charles, I love you, but you are the last person who should be saying this. Specially after that sad look he gets when Crystal says it must be hard not being able to talk or hug his parents. You just agreed to what she said, as if that were the truth of why you check on them, what do you mean "you gotta let us in"? (I do get that they haven't known each other for long so he's not going to open up about all his trauma, but precisely because of that, it's wild for him to expect her to do it.)

I never noticed Charles quickly returning the mirror to normal when Edwin comes. I'd noticed the audio cue for the mirror changing back, but I never noticed Charles moving to do it and he looks so panicked about it.

Considering how Edwin is about touch, the fact that he lets Crystal take his hand when she tells the that the case matters is huge.

Why are they planning down at the shop when they have Crystal's room all to themselves? Besides the ambiance, of course. I think Jenny's reaction is completely justified.

Esther leaves her turntable on when she goes to the post office. Is it for Monty? The atmosphere? Did she just forget?

Not a new discovery, just a reminder of something I really like. There's this very specific editing thing (like the quick cuts between the instruments and then the opened lock, I don't know what to call it) that they do pretty much every time Charles picks a lock / opens a door, and it makes me very happy each time. The sound they use for it is perfection.

Edwin's attention to detail is insane. The fact that he can recall one cupboard is further forward than it was in the plans is really impressive.

Charles sounds so done when he throws the magic backpack. "Put her in the bag-of-tricks backpack." Man, I can hear the eye roll in that sentence. Good to know Edwin isn't the only bitchy one in this relationship.

And that's it for episode 1. I think I might do this for the others as well as I watch them. It was really fun to do, and it forces me to pay attention to the details, so I think it's worthwhile.

[janeyseymour]

When There Is Love, There is Life... pt 2

I had a few ask for a part 2, so here it is! I hope it's worth the read!

Part 1

WC: ~2.9k

Valentine’s Day had come and gone, and you meant what you told Melissa when she figured out that you were the secret admirer behind all of those gorgeous flowers that she received for the holiday. You are willing to wait for her- she is absolutely, 100% worth it to you. There is no doubt in your mind that Melissa Schemmenti is worth waiting for.

So you’ve been waiting for about two months now, and you entirely understand that these things take time. You’re in no rush.

Honestly, nothing has changed between the two of you since you confessed your feelings for her. The two of you still innocently flirt with each other. You’re there for her, and she’s there for you. She still brings in extra portions of her lunch for you, sometimes you spend your evenings lounging on her couch and drinking wine. She still stays with you during preps and any other opportunities the two of you have to spend together throughout the school day. When teachers are allowed to go home, the two of you walk out together.

It’s nice, it’s simple, it’s warm. It’s exactly what Melissa needs in order to continue to heal her heart from the breakup with Gary, and you are more than happy to be there for her in any way that you can be.

But lately, Melissa’s been thinking: it’s you. It’s always been you. Sure, Gary was fun and she could’ve stayed with him for the rest of her life, but… you’ve always been there. You’ve always acted as more of a life partner to her than Gary ever was. Even if it was just platonic at the time, she couldn’t shake the feelings that she had for you, no matter how hard she tried. When she told you that you were a big reason that she didn’t want to get married and officially broke it off with the vending machine man, she was serious.

It’s been two months. Two months. There was no rebound for her, and she certainly didn’t want to make you feel like a rebound. But two months is a long time, and she thinks she’s ready to start getting back into the game… get together with you.

But when you made this beautiful gesture to her, the redhead knew that she had to make a gesture that equaled your initial efforts. You’re worth it.

The flowers that you had given her all had meaning behind them, and she loved that. She actually pressed quite a few of them before it was too late so she could keep them forever. She’s planning to put them in resin to keep them on display forever. 

So she decides to take a page out of your book.

During your preps, she tells you that she has a few parent phone calls to make, a simple white lie that will keep you out of her room without becoming suspicious.

“Oh, good luck with that one,” you chuckle as you head for your own room. “If you finish them up early, you know you’re always more than welcome to come down.”

She nods. She feels a bit guilty lying to you, but she knows it will worth it.

She spends most of her prep period researching the different meanings of flowers. She knows you love roses though, and roses come in all different colors and signify different things. She’s able to order a custom bouquet of roses, and she’s decided that she’ll put them around the school for you to find throughout your day when she’s able to pick them up. All she wants to do is make you feel as special as you made her feel. You’re worth it. She plans to buy a dozen roses, in an assortment of colors, before planning out where she’ll put them all. By the end of her research and planning, there’s only ten minutes left of her prep. Deciding that she wants to see you, she plans to order the flowers for you while she’s waiting for you to come over that night. Satisfied with her work, she closes her laptop and heads for your room.

When she gets there, she refrains from knocking for just a few seconds, taking in the sight of you.

You’re just sitting at your desk, looking at your laptop. But the way that the sun is hitting you makes you look like you’re glowing, and there’s almost a sort of angelic effect that the light in providing. One leg is crossed over the other, and the slit in your dress shows off just the smallest bit of your skin. Your blue light glasses are set on your face, and she can’t help but think that you look adorable with them on. She knows in that moment (not that she didn’t already) that she’s making the right choice. She licks her lips subconsciously before knocking gently on your door frame.

You glance up, and a smile washes over your face. “Hey. How’d the calls go?”

“Oh they went alright,” she tells you. “But it’s exhausting. Care to join me for a cup of coffee in the break room before we have to pick up our little gremlins?”

You laugh as you move your glasses so they’re on top of your head. “You know I can always use the jolt of caffeine.” You stand and make your way over to her, looping your arm through hers and heading for the staff room.

As she’s waiting for you to arrive at her house for dinner, she orders the bouquet of flowers that she’s going to give you piece by piece. 

The order gets confirmed just as you text her to let you know that you’re in her driveway. She closes her laptop and heads for the door, ready to greet you.

You look perfect to her. Golden hour is upon the two of you, and she has to refrain from pulling you into a kiss right then and there. If she does that, then her flower gesture just won’t be the same.

She picks up the flower the next morning before heading into the school earlier than she ever has. She has to beat you to the school if she’s going to pull this off. Quickly, she drops her bag at her desk before grabbing the little notecards she had prepared the night before. She organizes the flowers and gets to putting them into the different places she wants you to find them. Once every flower is in its right place, she makes her way back into her classroom to actually prepare for her day with the students.

You come wandering in not fifteen minutes later, eager to see the redhead. You take your bags into your classroom and you go to set them down on the top of the desk, but you stop. Sitting there are two gorgeous yellow roses, and there’s a note tied around them neatly. You recognize the handwriting to be Melissa’s right away.

The note reads in her beautiful script, As much as I wanted to hate you, I just couldn’t. So we started off as friends… just friends.

You pick them up and bring them to your nose, delighted with the sweet aroma they let off. You drop your bag before heading over to your cabinet and plucking out the vase that you keep at the school. You fill it with water before heading over to her room to thank her.

Taped on the door though, is another rose. This one is orange, and there’s another note tied to the stem.

As I watched you settle into your role here, I couldn’t help but admire your excitement to get to make a difference. I couldn’t help but adore you… both the personal and professional side. You made work exciting.

You pull that one off the door and stick it in your vase before you knock gently three times. Her eyes flit to you, and she smiles warmly.

“Good morning,” she says in her usual tone, as if she isn’t up to something.

“These flowers are gorgeous,” you tell her as you make your way over to the redhead. “Thank you.”

She just smiles at you softly. “Of course, hun. I’m glad you like them.”

“How did you know I love roses?” you ask as you perch yourself on her desk, admiring the beautiful flowers being held to your chest.

“You have to remember that I’ve seen you walk in here with various bouquets over the months to liven up your room… they’re always roses.”

“I didn’t know you paid that much attention,” you shrug.

She chuckles softly. “It’s hard not to pay attention to you… coffee?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you laugh. The two of you start to make your way out of her room when you notice something taped to the inside of her door. It’s another flower- this one gold.

“How many flowers do you have hidden around here?” you ask as you gently pry it off the door and glance at the note. She ignores your question and instead gestures for you to read what she had written to pair with this rose. 

Watching your loyalty to not only your students, but this school and your work family has been nothing short of beautiful- like you.

You practically swoon at that little note, and when you look over at Melissa, she’s watching you with a fondness in her eyes. You place the flower into the vase and carry it down with you to the staff room.

You make your way over to where the coffee mugs are in order to start prepping the pot of coffee that you need to make. When you open the cupboard. there, in your mug is a beautiful yellow rose that has red ends, much like the one that you got her.

Somewhere along the line, our friendship turned into more.

As you hold that flower close and smell it, she wraps a gentle arm around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder. You turn your head ever so slightly, and you look at her with a hopeful look.

“Is this going where I think it is?” you ask softly.

She shrugs. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But you’re not even halfway to the amount of flowers, so I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but you’re willing to play along with her game. You half expect another rose to be waiting for you when you open the other side of the cabinet with the coffee grounds in it, but there isn’t one. You go about your morning with more pep in your step than usual, and when your crew starts to filter in to the room, they all look at the two of you curiously. Neither of you says anything, choosing to stay in this little bubble that you’ve created for yourselves. Instead, you sip on your drinks and watch the news with them like you would any other day.

All too soon, it’s time for your group to disperse for the day. You head for the vending machine as you usually do, to grab your bag of chips that you have during snack time with the kids. In the machine is a blue rose. It has a note on it, but you can’t quite see it. Sighing, you insert your money and pay for the blue rose that clearly is meant for you.

As it drops, you feel a warm hand settle on your waist again.

Our friendship had turned into more, but it was impossible. There were too many pieces to make the puzzle fit, so it didn’t happen.

You look at her, a sad look in your eyes. But there’s a sparkle in her own green ones that tells you that this still might turn out okay.

As the two of you are walking down the halls, arm in arm, you ask her quietly, “How’d you manage to get that in there? Gary usually fills our machines, and I know he isn’t about to be doing you any favors.”

She shrugs. “I know a guy.”

You laugh at that. Of course she knows another guy who could open the vending machine for her to plant the blue rose.

“Have a good morning, hun,” she tells you as she drops you at her room. “I’ll see you during prep.”

You watch her as she saunters down the halls, hips swaying just a bit more than they usually do. You have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight. 

You set the vase on your desk where you can see the beautiful flowers, but you take all of the notes off. You slip those in your purse before admiring the beautiful little bouquet that you’ve created. 

Your kids are all too thrilled to see the different flowers.

“Miss Y/N!” one of your kids grins when she walks in. “Those are beautiful! Where did you get these ones?”

You grin. “A special someone gave them to me.”

The class lets out a chorus of ‘ooh’s, and you deal with quite a line of questioning before you can convince them to continue on with your morning.

The kids are wonderful for you as always, and before you know it, you’re dropping them off at art class. The art teacher hands you two beautiful roses, one light pink and one dark pink. Attached to them is a note.

“What does it say?!” one of the girls in your class questions. They don’t let you leave the room until you’ve read the note aloud.

“And even through all of this, you’ve been nothing short of perfect. These two flowers symbolize the thanks and appreciation I have for you, all that you do, all that you’ve done, and all that I know you’ll continue to do,” you read. Again, they let out a chorus of cheers before you turn on your heel and head down the hall to your favorite coworker’s classroom.

She’s all grins as you enter with the two flowers in hand.

“I see Sheila was able to deliver the flowers to you,” she smirks.

“I’m starting to think that she’s my secret admirer.”

She rolls her eyes and nudges you playfully. “Please.”

“Too bad I’m not into her, and I have a thing for this one other coworker of mine instead… sweet redhead, if I can admit that,” you flirt.

The two of you spend your prep quietly, both of you working on things that you have to get done for the rest of the day and preparing for future days. It’s soft, it’s warm, it feels like home. Melissa feels like home.

But that time is up all too quickly, and the two of you have to go pick up your kids.

When it comes time to pack your bags to head out for the night, you can’t help but admire your flowers again. Although they look a bit… more full. Without you noticing, there’s been two white flowers slipped into the bunch, a note attached to them.

I am worthy of you, and you are worthy of me, the note reads. It’s simple. Your heart nearly melts.

You take a picture of the bouquet that you’ve gathered before grabbing your bags and heading down the hall to Melissa’s room.

“How did you manage to slip those last two in there?” you ask her as you saunter in.

She just gives you a shy smile. “Every once in a while, it pays off to have your kids be familiar with me… like when I asked Jamal if he would sneak them in there while you were busy monitoring the kids packing up. It doesn’t help when I’m out at recess duty and they come up to me crying with their drama.”

You chuckle at that. It’s the same for you with her kids. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And? You love it.”

“I do.”

“I’ll see you at my house in an hour?”

“I wouldn’t miss a homemade Schemmenti meal,” you grin.

The two of you walk out together, but this time she gently slips her hand into your own, interlocking your fingers. You glance down at them, a blush creeping into your cheeks.

She walks you to your car, before getting into her own.

You pull up to her house the promised hour later, a nice bottle of wine in hand. You don’t even have the chance to knock before she’s opening the door for you. In her own hand are two red roses. There’s a note attached to them. And before you can even take the offered flowers, she takes your hand gently and pulls you in. She kisses you softly yet passionately.

When you pull away, your smile matches the one written into her face. You glance down at the flowers, reading the note.

From friends, to an impossible love, to something that I’ve found is worth fighting for.

“Red?” you whisper. “That means…”

She nods. “It means I love you.”

Those words take your breath away, and you have to control the tears that threaten to pour over onto your cheeks as you pull her in for another kiss.

“I love you too,” you whisper once you’ve pulled apart. Your forehead rests against hers.

“I’m ready,” she tells you quietly, but with confidence.

  Yeah. She was worth the wait. 

[project-sekai-facts]

Fes gacha updates

Before I say anything else I'm just gonna say the vast majority of the fes updates are incredibly disappointing, especially if you're F2P. Like seriously if you're F2P don't expect to come out of this post entirely happy. I can be mean to clpl because I'm F2P and this is total bullshit. Anyway.

Starting from the fes gacha on this sunday, Colorful Festival will now be known as Bloom Festival! It also has a newly designed logo as seen in the picture above, complete with flowers in all the unit colors, including Virtual Singer, which pretty much confirms that all 26 characters will be getting 2nd fes cards. The good thing about this confirmation is that unless they fuck with the schedule again and put 3 characters on one banner a few times, this means the story will continue past 6th anniversary, something there'd previously been concerns about. There's only 9 fes banners before 6th anniversary (10 if you include 6th anniversary), but you need 13 banners to cover everyone. So that's really nice news!

More information that we were told on stream, as well as story and gacha lineup predictions can be found below the cut!

Unfortunately we have not yet been told what exactly the differences between colofes and bloomfes are in terms of story. Based on the whole journey to bloom/world bloom (internal name for WLEs) thing, I reckon it could be something like the characters' Fragment SEKAI expanding, like what happened with the Tree SEKAI in Let Your Song Resonate. It would also tie into the plot of WLEs, so it would make a lot of sense. Some other speculation I've seen since March is that they might have entirely new Fragment SEKAI, which I think is entirely plausible due to character development and changes in their personal conflicts, and another was that these could be like bandori's kirafes cards, which focus on relationships. While I think this would be interesting, and makes some sense since prsk does take influence from bandori in some ways due to sharing a parent company (craftegg), I feel like they would've mentioned that.

We do know a lot about the differences between bloomfes and colofes on a meta and gameplay level, and unfortunately this is the not f2p-friendly part.

The main gimmick of bloom festival that differentiates them from colofes is that bloomfes cards will have 2 skills! One skill will apply for the untrained card, and one for the trained card. You can switch them at any time, presumably by flipping the illustration when it's on your deck. There's a catch though. The catch is that to train bloomfes cards, you will need 3 Wish Drops (the items used to level up area items past lvl10) on top of all the regular 4* training materials. All players will be given 3 wish drops for free, but aside from that these are incredibly hard to earn for casual players due to being the most expensive item in the event shop at 50000 tokens per wish drop. Basically the game is forcing you to sacrifice other shop rewards, tier, or spend money. Not that colopale needs it when the game earns millions a month.

(translated graphic from @/pjsekai_eng on Twitter)

The skills are also not the most fairly balanced. That's an understatement actually. You have to be a massive whale to get the max skill on these cards, it is literally impossible for casual players.

The untrained card skills vary between virtual singers and human characters. For vsingers, at max level, they give a 90% score boost, but gain +30% boost for every different unit type on your team (though it only applies to two types max, giving you a total of 150% bonus). This is pretty easy to achieve, so that's good for scoring purposes!

For human characters, you get an 80% base score boost at max skill level. By selecting one other card in your team, you get an additional boost of half of that card's skill increase (eg: if the card selected has a score boost of 100%, the bloomfes score boost will get 50% added to its base 80%, for 130% total). I'm not sure if this card is selected manually or automatically. But nonetheless this is a pretty good skill too!

The issue lies with the trained skill. At max level, it gives a base score boost of 110%, which is pretty good, but the additional boost is scaled by your Character Rank, with +1% score boost per 2 ranks (eg: a player with a CR40 Miku will get a bonus 20% score boost) on top of the 110, for 130% boost total). The issue here is that the absolute max boost you can get require CR100, which is ridiculously hard to get without spending money, and is near impossible to do for multiple characters. In other words, this skill is for your oshi, and you have to be willing to spend a lot or grind a lot for said oshi. And also be lucky enough to even pull your oshi from the gacha. It's incredibly geared towards P2P players and is totally unfair for F2P players. There's also the issue of the fact you need 3 wish drops to even unlock this skill, another thing that is against F2P players.

Anyway, let's move on to something a bit more fun! Who is gonna be fes? Here's an overview of how it's looking right now:

There's three possible ways that the fes cards could be paired up: using the same pairs as colofes, using different but still same-unit pairs, or using mixed unit pairs.

I think the second or third option is more likely. If you wanted to do the first option, it would have to be Honami/Shiho, Haruka/Airi or An/Toya, but there's still chance that An could be on Kohane5, Haruka only very recently had a card (though this has not stopped other characters, and Shiho is quite likely to be on the event.

In terms of alternate same-unit pairs, I think Kanade/Ena and Airi/Shizuku are the most likely. Kanade and Ena are both reward cards on the current Mafuyu event, so it could be a sign that they'll be fes, plus Kanade hasn't had a 4* since February. However, both of them have a lot of 4*s right now, with Niigo having the most in the game overall. Alternatively there's Shizuku and Airi. Airi is the second-most due for a lim out of all the characters, with her last one being released at the end of October last year. Shizuku only very recently got a card, but again this has not been much of an issue in the past, with Minori, Tsukasa, and Emu all getting fes cards very soon after an event where they got 4*s (or an event where they got unit-gacha lims for Tsukasa and Emu).

However if you wanted to go for mixed unit pairings, the most likely options are probably Ichika/Kanade, Honami/Kanade, or Airi/Ena. However if the june event isn't 2-B lims, the Hinomori sisters and Saki/Airi are also options. Ichika hasn't had a 4* since white day, neither has Kanade, and Honami hasn't had one since Rise as One. However, we know they will be getting cards soon, and under the assumption that 2-B lims happen, it seems a bit unfair to give 3/4 of Leoneed lims just before WLE. I don't have an argument against Airi/Ena, it's definitely the most likely out of these options.

However, just for consistency I'm willing to bet that they'll stick with same-unit pairs. In that case, I think either Kanade/Ena or Airi/Shizuku is very likely. Maybe I'm leaning a bit more towards Airi, but only because she's more in need of a lim.

But just to throw one last thing out there: the next update will implement an increased, 25% event bonus for default virtual singers, a bonus that pretty much exclusively applies to fes cards since players are far less likely to use the default vsinger 1*s and 2* on their team. So there's a chance, albeit slim, that they could throw us under the bus with Len/KAITO fes. I still think Kanade/Ena or Airi/Shizuku is more likely.

Anyway, that's all for now. Some of these updates are a bit disappointing but I'm interested to see the cards and read their stories! I'll update this post if we learn any more information.

[picturejasper20]

Let's talk about Sam's parents and their relationship with Sam because, just wow, it gives quite a lot of context to Sam's character. I'm going to analyse the episode ¨Control Freaks¨ since that is the episode we get to see the most of Sam's family and her relationship with them.

Okay, so, at the start of the episode we have Pam suggesting to Sam to wear a different type of dress- one that is pink with flowers- that resembles the way Pam and Jeremy usually look. They both have more colorful clothes and are more chirpy.

There doesn't seem to be any exactly harmful in this scene- it is Pam just suggesting to Sam to wear something different, she isn't exactly ordering her. However, based on other things they do later in the episode, it wouldn't surprise me that they ¨force¨ these things on Sam, from things she should like to her fashion. Meaning we are already seeing some... questionable aspects of the Mansons parenting.

Danny later shows up in the Manson's house bringing a ¨anti-social¨ music cassette/CD for Sam and Pam and Jeremy look at Danny this way.

Throughout the episode they show their clear disapproval of Danny hanging out with Sam. They see Danny as a ¨bad influence¨ to their own daughter even though is Sam the one who suggested to skip school to see the circus.

They clearly don't like the Fentons, something i can't fully blame them because Jack and Maddie can leave a mess wherever they go to and usually end up shooting the Mansons when they are nearby. But just because they dislike the Fentons, they don't want Sam to be meeting with Danny, not caring how that makes Sam feel.

Like i want to believe this part of the series humor but they go so far to filling a restraining order for Danny to not get near Sam. Just trying to impose certain fashion and likes on Sam wasn't enough, they want to control who she can and can't meet up with.

If they weren't giving wrong vibes already, then lets talk about that ¨anti-goth protest¨ they organized in front of the circus to ¨protect the children¨ that shows up during most of the episode.

I don't know, but they give me the impression of those parents that would try to censor certain type of music or videogames because they are ¨ruining¨ the children. And from what it is implied, this isn't the first time they have organized these type of protests, so it could be assumed they could have done more extreme things in the past.

Honestly, i'm not sure how Pam and Jeremy turned out like this, because Ida is a lot nicer and open minded than they are. In fact, at some point of the episode she shows Sam that she was like her when she was around her age and lets her sneak out to look for Danny.

On last point, one thing i found quite messed up is how at the end of the episode they force Sam to wear that pink dress that Pam suggested her at the start with the condition that she could see Danny again if she did.

Things like these makes me wonder if they usually impose Sam to act and be feminine since she acts differently in contrast to how other girls of her age usually do. There isn't much indication of this, but based on what i have seen so far, i wouldn't rule it out.

Now, look, in spite of everything i'm not sure if i would call Sam's parents downright abusive- they were right about getting mad at Sam for skipping school among other things- but they still come off as controlling and they take things to the extreme. It isn't right for them to forbid Sam for meeting with some of the few friends she has nor force on her how identity and likes should be.

Sam has a lot of issues as character for not changing and having a proper arc, but i can't fully blame her for the way she often acts in the show because, with her parents being like this, i can understand why she would hate authority or show a dislike ¨girl stuff¨. Honestly, i'm surprised that she is okay as a person, since she could turned out a lot worse.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I wanted to collect the entirety of the Denial-Verse thus far, my canon compliant fics following Tommy and Buck’s love story throughout the show. It's a character study in loneliness, belonging, what it means to be and feel loved, and what steps it takes to finally believe one can have happiness. And while it will be coming back for Season 8 and will probably have a few short stories here and there before Season 8 begins, I wanted to highlight all four of the current fics within the series.

caught in this denial (tell me the day, I’ll say no more)

| Rated: M | WC: 35K | Chapters: 7 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard's life changes for the better when his old friend Chimney calls him out of the blue for help on a rescue and he meets the adorably awkward Evan "Buck" Buckley.

Excerpt:

Was this man looking down to see the hand or – no. No. Tommy knew it couldn’t be checking out. That wasn’t happening here. The guy took Tommy’s hand and shook it. Kept shaking it as he said, “Evan! Evan Buckley. Or Buck. Whatever you, uh. Want to call me is fine.” And it wouldn’t hurt to be a little friendly, could it? Evan didn’t seem to mind as Tommy leaned only a touch closer, looking into the man’s unwavering eyes as Tommy asked, “Are you sure you don’t have a preference, Evan?” That. That wasn’t blush. That wasn’t bashfulness as Evan’s eyes turned away. This had to be what Evan always sounded like as he mumbled at the ground, still shaking Tommy’s hand, “Evan’s fine.”

Muay Thai and Flying Lessons

| Rated: M | WC: 45.6K | Chapters: 10 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard is dating Evan "Buck" Buckley. They're even going to a wedding together in a few weeks. Tommy's excited about this new relationship, if a little nervous. But Tommy has a good feeling about Evan, and he wants to see this through.

Excerpt:

“Wait, so if you’re not here to hang out with Eddie, who are you hanging out with?” asked Hen. Tommy. Heard the thud of someone falling down from the firetruck. And there, on the floor, faceplanted and looking drained of all energy, was Evan Buckley. “Evan?” asked Tommy.

Burnt Lasagna and Slow Dances

| Rated: M | WC: 74.4K | Chapters: 15 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard now has an adorable boyfriend - Evan "Buck" Buckley. And for the first time in Tommy's life, he feels like, maybe, just maybe, this relationship might last.

Excerpt:

And all those different conversations overlapping was overwhelming. Tommy barely knew if he could untangle them, let alone take any of them in. But through all the noise and chaos, he saw Evan’s texts. EVAN: Hey EVAN: Saw that Tay interviewed you EVAN: I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen someone trip her up because of genuine honesty haha EVAN: Today was probably rough, though EVAN: I’ll pick you up, okay? Tommy smiled at that. And Tommy texted Evan back. TOMMY: It was rough TOMMY: Thank you, I’d love for you to pick me up Tommy heard the telltale ding of a cell phone… right outside the locker room. Tommy looked to the door, seeing Evan waiting there with a bouquet of flowers. Tommy’s smile grew wider.

A Surprise Visit

| Rated: T | WC: 2.4k |

Summary: Tommy goes to his first pride parade as a volunteer giving out water.

Excerpt:

“Tommy!” Tommy blinked, turning to the voice as he saw Hen, Karen, Denny, Mara, Jee-Yun, and Maddie walk over. Tommy. Kind of beamed, standing up. “Hey,” said Tommy as the all came over, “What are you all doing here?” There was something adorable to Hen and Karen’s shirts. Hen’s said “I Heart My Tungsten-Iodine-Iron” and Karen’s said “I Heart My Helium-Nitrogen”. The phrases were painted on these shirts in the colors of the lesbian flag, which made Tommy chuckle once he realized that these dorks made periodic table pride shirts. Maddie and the kids didn’t have anything on for pride, much like Tommy himself, but they seemed to find the same pride pin that Tommy was gifted. Maddie raised a hand. “I might have learned from Buck that you were at the stand today, and I thought – I have the day off. Hen and Karen have the day off. Wouldn’t hurt to offer it as an option,” explained Maddie. “We haven’t gone to Pride in a while, and we knew you were working this one,” said Karen thoughtfully, smiling, “So, we thought we’d support your free water stand.”

By A Thousand Cuts

| Rated: M | WC: 11.5K | Chapters: 3/3 |

Summary: Tommy Kinard has his first big fight with his boyfriend, Evan "Buck" Buckley.

Excerpt:

“I think I just had the worst shift of my life,” Tommy said as he dropped his duffle next to the door, a little – a little shocked by what had just happened to him on that shift.

The Fire is Inside the House

| Rated: M | WC: 79.1K | Chapters: 14 |

Summary: Evan "Buck" Buckley is fighting a wildfire with the 118, when he sees a helicopter crash - the helicopter of his boyfriend, Tommy Kinard. It's a race against time to find Tommy before the wildfire hits the crash site.

EXCERPT:

Buck couldn’t stop smiling at Tommy. Tommy was just. Hot. And nice. And he showed up. Always. Fuck. Buck loved this guy. “What?” asked Tommy, and there was a hint of a smile there. “Nothing. I just like you driving me,” said Buck. And Buck could see that Tommy couldn’t help it, he smiled too; not quite the scrunchy kind, but that dimpled one he did. The morning was young. Buck could get his man to that scrunch nose smile. “Oh, you like a chauffeur?” asked Tommy playfully. “Only one as hot as you.” And there was the scrunch. “I only drive the hottest myself.”

[revehae]

replay

pairing ↠ stepsister!joy x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, stepcest, degradation, camgirling, dom!joy, recording the act, oral/face riding

summary ↠ your older stepsister is beloved and adored, and you’re not excluded from her long list of admirers. but you’re not oblivious to her secret second life where there’s only more to love.

wc ↠ 2.8k

a/n ↠ this is a repost!

don’t like it, don’t read.

park sooyoung was born to shine; she was a flower among weeds, a moon amongst the stars, gold amongst dirt. 

more importantly, she was your older stepsister; and she was coming back to town. 

at the fresh age of eighteen, sooyoung moved into an apartment a couple of cities over to attend the university of her dreams without an impossible commute. you had yet to move out and went to college locally, but that never broke your bond. as little as you physically saw one another, you made sure to call each other at least once a week. maybe twice.

you sported the broadest smile when she told you she would be returning over the winter holiday. according to her, your stepmother asked her to pay the family a visit and would not take ‘no’ as an answer. she’s relentless, you told sooyoung, chuckling. but you were warm all over, giddy with excitement at the news. saying that you couldn’t remember the last time that you met your big sister in person would’ve been an exaggeration, but it had been a while and you missed her. 

but then she was there, and you realized that maybe you weren’t as ready as you initially thought. you had become so accustomed to her lack of presence that now that you had been graced with it, you were helpless. she had always been gorgeous, but she seemed so much prettier—hotter. eyeing her in that tiny dress, you were recalling what it was like to gaze upon her glory. 

it was difficult to refrain from staring; men and women fawned over your elder sister daily, and you were not excluded from this equation. frankly, you envied these people. they could have sooyoung in ways you could never - if she were to spare them the time of day. for you, there was no if; you didn’t have a chance.

“so, how long are you staying?” asked your father. 

it was dinnertime and you were all seated at the table, bonding over your stepmother’s food. a skill sooyoung acquired from her mother, though as much as she insisted, her mother would not allow her to assist in cooking. she bid her to take a seat and you set the table, although you didn’t mind. you had made pleasant conversation with her during that time. 

“a few days,” replied sooyoung, passing a forkful of food between her lips. they were very commonly red and today was no different. she had adored the color since she was young. 

“a few days?” your stepmother repeated, sullen. “why don’t you stay longer? how long is that break of yours?”

“three weeks, but i made a lot of plans, mom,” she smiled gently, and went on about her plans for the holiday. 

honestly, you weren’t really listening. it wasn’t that you were disinterested or intended to be rude, but there were too many thoughts plaguing your mind and they all revolved around your elder stepsister. for one, she lookdc beautiful in that dress, but you were more focused on how she looked without it. and you shouldn’t have already known, but you did.

you had a secret, but to be fair, so did sooyoung. you knew something that most of the world didn’t; your big sister was a camgirl. 

by no means were you scouting for the channel. it was an accident, but stumbling upon her porn account was a life-changing factor of it all. you saw her toy with herself in ways that you could only imagine doing, and occasionally people would join in, doing things to her that you could only dream of. or rather, she did those things to them.

in retrospect, maybe you should have been more surprised, although it made perfect sense; sooyoung had always been the center of attention. your older stepsister was born to be adored and admired, and she knew that. she had been endowed with a perfect face since birth, though the string of flawlessness didn’t end there; nice friends, easy dating life, excellent grades. even her instagram was bursting at the seams with likes.

but there was something else booming with likes, too. so it wasn’t really your fault that she was popular. that made it all too easy to find her. you didn’t blame yourself for being compelled to continue watching after you discovered it was her, either. it was all her, her bare body more mesmerizing than you ever imagined. it was her fault; she enthralled you. 

and so whenever she spoke, you couldn’t be bothered to listen, eyes firm on her cleavage or her pretty lips that you had seen around a dildo. wishing you could touch her, or taste her, or feel her. you hated only being able to watch, and especially from afar. 

“y/n?”

you blinked back in, not noticing your father calling your name until the third time or so. you sure as hell didn’t know. you were too busy ogling your stepsister like a pervert. 

“sorry, what did you say?”

“he asked you about your plans for winter break,” sooyoung said, smiling like always. your heart hammered and you thought you could burn. 

after dinner, your parents had to suddenly leave for some reason you hadn’t actually listened to. you had business of your own to take care of and you dashed to your bedroom, knowing there was no way in hell you would survive around sooyoung if you didn’t get off. 

when you watched her content, it got you off like nothing else. you had seen plenty of other women, but even in this craft, sooyoung radiated even brighter. perhaps it was the personal connection, the burning lust that had yet to cease. it was a mere spark when you were first introduced to one another, one that you initially believed would die, but the clock ticked and the flames grew larger. you knew that you needed her.

very quickly you found one of her older videos, one that was by far your favorite; she was riding some girl’s mouth, all while saying the most illicit of words to her.

the thing about sooyoung - otherwise known by the alias imyourjoy or joy on the platform - was that she had an audience. an audience that you were apart of. the better half of it consisted of submissive girls that would only kill to be in the position of those featured in her streams and videos. and you were simply one of many because it proved profitable.

scurrying out of your shorts, you set up your phone so that you could watch comfortably and got one of your pillows. given you stayed with your parents and very nosy ones at that, sex toys were difficult to sneak inside. you had to work with what you had.

you watched very intently how teasing joy was and how the girl soaked it all in. the video started with sooyoung slowly but surely taking off their clothes, being sure to tease the camera - and the girl -  by pretending to lift her shirt above her head a couple of times. and once they were stripped nude, joy laid the girl down and kissed her ever so slowly, moving her mouth from her lips down to between her thighs. 

the whole time, you didn’t notice, but you were grinding your hips into the pillow, little moans spewing from between your lips. knowing sooyoung was nearby, you tried your best to be quiet. she didn’t need to know the reason you ran off was to get off to her videos.

but as close as joy was to between the girl’s thighs, she didn’t go down any further, much to the girl’s chagrin.

“if you want to cum, you have to work for it, baby,” joy crooned with a giggle. you couldn’t see either of their faces, courtesy of the masks they wore, but you knew that she was sporting her signature smile. 

“what do you want me to do?”

joy moved up the girl’s body and smoothed her thumb over her bottom lip, purring, “be a good girl and make me cum first, okay, doll?”

and then, she was on her face. you swear you had replayed this and viewed it back so many times that you could reiterate every bit of dialogue and measure when it would come. and listening to it - hearing sooyoung say all of those things and make all of those pretty sounds - often made you think that you had been graced by an angel sent from the above.

outwardly, she seemed so nice, but hearing the words slut and pathetic fall from her lips made you wet no matter the occasion. you bit down on your lip so hard that it could bleed, trying your very best to stifle the noises of pleasure that threatened to rise from your lips. it felt good, but you wanted more; you wanted sooyoung.

and not just through pixels - you wanted something that felt real. you wanted to feel her skin warm against your own, and as the minutes passed, it was beginning to feel more like a necessity.

you were so close after a moment. it didn’t take too long; as previously mentioned, her content got you off like nothing else, and this video especially. you closed your eyes and pretended it was you underneath her, mouth between her thighs as she used it for her own pleasure. gladly would you be at her disposal. it was all you wanted, all you thought about. you wanted to be hers and you wanted it badly.

“fuck,” the moan slipped, parting your lips to dissipate into the air. you were chasing release, but you knew that you were a lost cause. the moment you stole another glance of her, you would be turned on all over again.

and when you reached your climax, it was even more difficult to remain silent. you grabbed another pillow and held it to your face, hoping it would muffle your sounds better than you would be able to on your own. when you finished, you dropped to your sheets, panting. and only then did you notice the figure present in your room. 

“why’d you do that? i would have loved to see your face when you came,” sooyoung said, beaming as per usual. 

your eyes went wide. there was no telling how long she had been standing there, surveying you, but if you had to take a guess you assumed it was a good while. 

“sooyoung-”

she ignored you, stepping over to you to hold your phone. “you watch these a lot?” 

your cheeks burned. maybe there was a chance your cover wasn’t entirely blown, that you could pretend you didn’t know it was her in those videos and that you could play it off as some major, awkward coincidence. but part of you knew that there was no hope in any of that.

sooyoung lowered herself right in front of you to be eye-level with you, considering you were crouched down on your bed. she held your chin with her finger and grazed your bottom lip with her thumb, asking, “did you hear me ask you a question?”

very reluctantly, you nodded your head. 

“and you didn’t answer me?”

a hesitant shake of your head. 

sooyoung was positively still smiling, and you waited for her to falter, waited for it to drop and be met with something more sinister, but it never came. but from your perspective, it was almost more frightening than any poker face she could plaster on.

“i’m gonna be lenient and we’ll try this one more time; do you watch these videos often?” she asked you again, tone threatening. 

you nodded.

“words, baby. if you watch them so much, you should know that already. and that i don’t like to repeat myself.”

you gulped, and your voice trembled as you mustered the courage to admit, “yes, i watch them a lot.” she hadn’t paused the video, so it was playing in your face.

“that’s so cute of you,” she beamed, following  your gaze. your eyes were trained to the screen, eyeing the video with so much pent-up desire. you felt tantalized. “i could do that to you, you know.”

“please,” you said. the syllable left your mouth before you could even think about it, your body knowing exactly what you wanted. you were losing every bit of restraint, the last of your self-control.

sooyoung giggled. her hand met your abdomen and slowly crept downward. she teased, “you want me that badly?”

god knew you did, more than anything. you had never craved anyone to this extent and you felt like an animal, beast-like urges overcoming you. years of undying lust culminated in this very moment, where you were being tantalized by the woman you craved like no one before her.

“yes,” you said, willing yourself not to chant the word. it would look too desperate. and you were, but she didn’t need to know that, although you had a feeling she already did. “please, sooyoung.”

sooyoung lifted your chin up, and you took a deep inhale. “but you have to do something for me first. can you do that, doll?”

you bobbed your head. “anything.” so much for not seeming desperate.

sooyoung laughed and pulled back to strip herself of her own clothes, at least the bottom layers. you wanted to see everything, but you knew by now that everything came with a price. she liked to make people work for what they wanted. and when you caught a glimpse of her cunt, you knew that you would do absolutely anything for her.

“let’s record this,” she told you, “so that you have something to remember me by.”

you nodded. there was no way in hell you would disagree to such an idea. 

and so it was really happening.

sooyoung told you to lie down for her, and you complied, lying flat on your back against your sheets. she taunted you, hovering over your mouth a couple of times, and only sitting with a giggle when she heard you whine.

and when you started, you couldn’t really stop. you really didn’t care about seeming desperate anymore, because you were; and both of you were well aware. you had been begging for a taste and now that you had it, you couldn’t stop at just one.

“slow down,” sooyoung teased, a little giggle passing her lips. “i’m not going anywhere.”

that you knew, but you wanted to make up for all of the time that you’d lost. time that could’ve been spent with your head between her thighs and her fingers on your skin. if only you would have known that she wanted you, too. 

“you’re so gross, you know that?” she asked you. “saw you leering at me like a perv at dinner. then you ran in here to touch yourself to me? you really just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

you whimpered, but the sound was muffled due to obvious reasons. sooyoung continued, “i think you are a pervert. how long have you been getting off to those videos? i know you know that’s me. such a sicko.”

you shook your head in denial, although you knew that it was true. it was too true. 

“what? you’re not a sicko?” said joy, face full of mock confusion. she leaned in, whispering, “but you are. a sick, pathetic pervert that gets off to watching her stepsister fuck other girls. that’s what you are.”

this was what you meant. with the way sooyoung spoke, you could practically cum from her words alone. it was filthy, maybe even sick like she said it was, but you couldn’t help it. something about being degraded by her had you weak in the knees and everywhere else.

sooyoung never really stopped talking, though she paused to emit these little moans and praise you about how well you were doing. you almost came untouched hearing her pretty sounds; you heard them in all of the videos, but this was a billion times better. and the sight of her before you, grinding against your mouth in pursuit of her own release, was bewitching in ways that you couldn’t fathom. 

she came soon enough, and you held your breath watching her shake with orgasm. the way she moved against your face was relentless, as if she didn’t care if she smothered you half to death. and you didn’t mind, either. part of you was wishing that you could rewind this moment, hearing your name dangling from her lips and her arousal leaking from her cunt.

in the corner of your eye, you saw the red light of your phone glaring back at you and remembered that it was recording your every move. 

you smiled against her skin. you could relive this moment, and you weren’t even done.

sooyoung followed your gaze and smiled at the camera. “you know,” she started, talking to you though never tearing her eyes from the screen. “i’ve always loved an audience.”

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Fifteen

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: None?

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.6k

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The sun shines brightly as you walk side by side with Shanks through the local public garden. Your eyes are spared from the harsh rays by the rim of your hat, but Shanks hasn't brought one. That hardly seems to bother him though, as he walks alongside you, his red hair illuminated and skin dusted with morning sunlight. It’s unfair that all Shanks has to do to look incredible is exist.

“Something wrong?” Shanks asks, picking up on the fleeting expression of annoyance on your face before you can hide it. You’re good at controlling your facial expressions, but he’s learning how to read you before you manage to reign them in. You let out a short breath before tilting your head back to look at him without your face being blocked by the rim of your hat.

“Men have it so easy at times,” you say with leisurely annoyance. “All you have to do is roll out of bed, and voilà! You look like you’ve spent hours getting ready when, in fact, you’ve only just wiped the drool from your mouth.” Shanks grins at your words and hidden pout for a few moments before looping his arm through yours.

“Come now, Aria, you’ve never met Doflamingo. Now there’s a guy who takes his sweet time getting ready. Mihawk spends at least an hour each day trimming his beard and moisturizing his skin, and Buggy probably spends at least half the day touching up his face paint,” Shanks reassures you. “They are far more high-maintenance than you will ever be.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you barely have to put in any effort to look frustratingly handsome,” you huff, turning your gaze to look at some butterflies fluttering around a batch of orange butterfly weed. “Do you know how infuriating that is?”

“Apologies, treasure,” Shanks echoes, looking at your face with fondness. “How shall I remedy that?”

“Oh, don’t bother. I rather like having something to look at,” you sigh dramatically, leaning into his side. He chuckles at your words, for they are most definitely an ego boost, and leads you towards a particularly nice bed of flowers. You preen over the beautiful blooms, pointing at different flowers and calling out their names and meanings. “…I probably spent far too much time reading books on the flower language when I will most likely never need to use that information,” you sigh.

Your companion, closely watching the emotions flicker across your face, makes a mental note to buy a book on the flower language. It’s clearly something you are fascinated by but never had the chance to utilize. Shanks has vague notions about the flower language, but loves to hear you speak so animatedly, so he directs you towards a part of the garden dedicated to tulips. A rainbow of them, to be precise.

“I’ve heard something about certain colors of roses having meanings,” he says, hoping tulips are the same, for he would not subject you to the garden of roses. “Are tulips the same?” Your face brightens, and you beam at Shanks, instantly making the pirate return the smile. Just what he wanted, you smiling and happy.

“Oh! Quite so! Most flowers that have color variations have different meanings, like the purple tulip means royalty, because the color purple was one of the most expensive dyes to obtain for clothing…” You continue speaking animatedly, pointing at different beds of colorful tulips and explaining the history behind the meaning of the color, clearly enjoying yourself.

It takes some convincing to draw you away from the gardens on Shanks’ behalf. You know quite a bit about plants as it is and are more than happy to babble away as you walk, attached to his side like you belong there (you most certainly do in the eyes of everyone who sees you). Now led towards the market, your lips pinch in slight distaste for what is to come because you, after all, promised that he could buy you one present. Regretfully, you didn’t set a Berry limit for that item. He could very well buy you a ship of your own!

At least you have a feeling that he wouldn’t do something so outrageous, but small things can be just as costly. You sigh to yourself and lean against Shanks’ side, chiding yourself for fretting over something so silly and menial when you are supposed to be enjoying your day. Shanks eyes your partially covered face.

“Something wrong?”

“Do try to be reasonable, dear,” you reply airily and with a tone of exasperation. “I don’t need to be carting around an entire crate of baubles.”

“Right, I’ll remove the crate of baubles from my shopping list,” Shanks chuckles lightly. “Perhaps I shall focus on something more sensible… perhaps a ship or a house—”

“No, no,” you cut him off. “I will be stopping you right there, Shanks.” You give his arm a threatening squeeze, which to him is hardly threatening and feels more like a tickle, to be honest. “I would rather you pick something meaningful, something I can treasure to look back upon this day in fond memory.”

“So that’s a no on the manor for sale just up the hill?” The pirate cheekily asks, grinning at the small glare he receives from beneath the rim of your hat. “I’m only jesting, treasure. Stop scowling at me. The manor wasn’t a terrible idea…”

You snort, having a vague memory of a similar conversation months past. “No, it was a terrible one,” you fire back with a sly smile. “You know I can’t be bought.” He returns your smile, giving you that crooked smile of his that you love so much.

“On the contrary, madam, you are deserving of only the best,” Shanks counters, already mulling over ideas of what he could get you in his head.

“I should have given you a Berry limit,” you half-heartedly gripe before turning your attention back to the stalls you and Shanks are strolling by. There are a lot of goods you like to admire but hold no real value in buying to you, certainly when you temporarily live on a pirate ship… yet roaming stall to stall, you find great satisfaction and fulfillment walking about arm in arm.

You pause in front of a stall selling handmade scarves and preen over the patterns and intricate stitch work. Shanks has to blink his way through a rapid session of you and the shopkeeper discussing stitch techniques and embroidery thread. He, of course, has absolutely no idea what the words coming from your mouth mean, but he is more than happy to see you speaking with someone outside the crew with such an animated smile on your face.

He wants to keep it that way.

It’s a great surprise when you actually pull out a stack of Berry and buy several spools of thread, a package of fresh needles, one embroidery hoop, and a few yards of different colored fabrics. You have a talent for mending clothing, as he and the men have long since found out, but Shanks wants to see something you make for enjoyment rather than need.

“Should I assume that I shall finally see an example of your catch stitch?” Shanks offers with a smile as you slide the cloth bag of your newly bought supplies onto your free arm. You give the red-haired man a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t be silly. I’m not hemming. This is for embroidery,” you correct him. Shanks laughs, lips twitching at the corner. “If you want an example, just look at Limejuice’s new pants. I hemmed them last week.”

“Forgive me for not knowing the difference between embroidery and hemming.”

“You are forgiven, my love,” you flippantly reply, dragging Shanks to the next stall to fuss over tea blends currently on display. As airily as you have spoken those words, certainly with a touch of matched sarcasm, Shanks can’t help but bask in your spoken words like a lovesick fool. To have you this unguarded and playful is a privilege itself! While Shanks gazes unabashedly down at your partially covered face, you let your eyes wander the market.

It is entirely coincidental, but what catches your gaze is the jeweler's stall with its glimmering stones and metal. You unconsciously pull Shanks in that direction, your eyes brightening at the sight of beautiful rubies sparkling beneath the sun. You aren’t interested in any more ruby necklaces; you treasure the one currently hanging around your neck most dearly. But you have been on the lookout for a pair of earrings.

Earrings aren’t exactly on your top list of concerns while at sea, but you are interested in maintaining your pierced ears and still wish to hold at least the bare minimum in clothing and jewelry. One never knows when the need might arise to dress formally. You also really like the way the sunlight illuminates gemstones so beautifully. Especially the rubies. The fire that burns in the little jewels warms your heart and reminds you of the very man at your side.

“This is the last place I expected you to stop at,” Shanks chuckles in amusement, watching you carefully eye the different-shaped earrings on display.

“A fair assumption,” you murmur, eyes sliding between studded earrings and dangling ones. “I’ve come to decide that with a necklace as beautiful as the one currently hanging around my neck, I should have a pair of earrings to match as well.”

“Welcome, madam, sir,” the jeweler greets, “I hear you are interested in acquiring a pair of earrings?”

“Yes, we are,” Shanks replies, moving his hand to your back to prompt you. “Aria?”

“I am looking for a pair of ruby drop earrings that match the one I am wearing,” you speak, touching the warm ruby hanging from your throat. “Something casual but still appropriate in a formal setting.” The jeweler nods in understanding and thinks for a few moments, studying the ruby you wear.

It is of the highest quality and clarity, clearly a triple A, the cut is oval, 58 cuts, and the metal used is just as high quality. He hums to himself and reaches down beneath his stall to take the case of ruby earrings with his best rubies. Placing it on the counter, the jeweler shuffles a few earrings around until what you have requested is front and center.

“Perhaps one of these may catch your eye?” Oh, they most certainly do, but you also feel a bit overwhelmed. You’ve never been allowed to select your own jewelry. Picking something out is proving to be quite difficult, especially when you don’t know what looks good on you or not. You turn your head to look at Shanks.

“May I borrow your eyes?” Shanks’ eyes glimmer with mirth and his eyebrow rises, a tease poised on his tongue.

“I don’t know how much use you will get out of my eyes, madam, when you have perfectly working ones, but if you insist…” You let out a short huff, smack his chest with your hand, and roll your eyes.

“You are well aware of what I mean, Shanks. Take that smirk off your face and help.” You chastise him half-heartedly before taking a closer look at the earrings. Chuckling for a few more moments, Shanks turns his gaze from your lovely face to the ruby earrings. The rubies do indeed match the one hanging around your neck. It all comes down to the design. While you would look incredible in any design, even the ostentatious ones, you have a dislike for the frivolous and want something that can be used for many different purposes. He finds a pair that would look quite nice with your necklace and takes one to hold up to your ear.

“What about this one?” he asks, admiring how you look with the ruby near your ear. “I think you look radiant. What do you think?”

“Well, that is the problem,” you sigh, looking at yourself in the mirror the jeweler holds up. “I’ve never chosen my own jewelry, so I don’t know what I like or dislike.”

“Just pick something you like on you. That’s all that matters, Aria,” Shanks replies, switching out the earring for the next one. Holding it up, he nods to the mirror. You look to the mirror and chew on your lip. It looks nice, but perhaps it’s not quite your style? Between the jeweler and Shanks, you narrow the earrings down to a pair that your eyes keep going back to. The pattern on the metal matches your necklace, and the ruby really does look nice with the one you already own.

“There, see? Wasn’t so hard.”

“Not hard?” you huff, raising your eyebrow and giving Shanks an unimpressed look. “Dear, you have no idea how many tea parties I have attended whose sole purpose is to gossip over jewelry faux pas.” Shanks’ eyebrows shoot up, and he lets out a laugh.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, but you aren’t exactly surrounded by that type of vanity, Aria?” He reminds you, taking one of the earrings and carefully slipping it into your ear. With the earring hanging from your ear and catching the sparkling sun, he taps your chin and steps back to see the earring and necklace at the same time. You eye him and take the remaining earring, sliding it into your other ear before turning to face Shanks with your hands on your hips.

“Very well, ignoring any faux pas I might be committing at the present, how does it look?” As you finish asking that question, your stomach lets out a rumble in protest. Late afternoon hunger makes its presence known. Your face flushes with embarrassment. “You didn’t hear that.”

Shanks laughs at your words while his smile widens.

“I think it’s time that I feed the madam. We have been wandering the market for quite a while,” he says, turning to the jeweler and pulling out Berry to cover the earrings. “Thank you for the earrings.”

“The madam makes the earrings. It is my pleasure to see my work upon such a beautiful woman,” the jeweler answers with a slight bow of his head. You let the red-haired man pay for the earrings, keeping the promise you had made that he was allowed to buy you one thing from the market. As you take Shanks’ arm again and begin walking towards the town square filled with food stalls, you remember that your stomach had distracted you from receiving an answer regarding how the earrings looked. You like them, but does Shanks?

“So, how do they look?” you ask as you both turn down a street leading to the market square overlooking the harbor. The setting sun is still quite high in the sky, but the rays of sunlight that break through the clouds illuminate you. Shanks pauses and turns towards you, then reaches up and pushes your hat back until the strings catch around your neck. Now he can see your face fully. The light breeze ruffles your hair, and your new earrings sway, catching the light in a vibrant red.

“You are beautiful,” Shanks speaks, his eyes crinkling at the corners and lips curved. Your eyelashes flutter for a moment as you slowly take in his genuine words. Your forehead furrows, and the redhead begins tugging you in the direction of the market square again.

“You didn’t answer my question though, Shanks!” you protest weakly, hastening your footsteps to catch up to his side. He still doesn’t answer your question, just smiles. “Shanks!”

Date Published: 5/1/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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