#☽✧ :-゜・.

[tyu1forever]

Wonder What You Think of Me

Prompt:

AN: omgomgomgomgomg my first short story on here, might be a series, who knows, i wanna know what you think of this, pls like n stuff. its kinda the reader as an oc, bc i wanted to keep the 3rd-ish perspective.All the characters are ocs. bare with me.

MY ASK BOX IS OPENN (check my pinned post)

Warnings: swearing here and there, tad bit of suicidal jokes, gender neutral mc

Story below

Polynomials were starting to get boring, whoever made you not wag this class was an absolute dickwad, *cough* your bestfriend *cough*. Recess was just over, but you were still hungry. You put your chin in your hand as your blue eyes wandered over the tables, scattered all over the classroom, from where you sat at the back of the class. The only upside is you crush, Koda was in this class, dreamily looking out the window. His hazel eyes glassy under his long, blonde, sideswept bangs.

Your bestfriend, Eliana elbowed you in the ribs and pointed to the worksheet before you. You rolled your eyes, ran a hand through your shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, picked up your pen, scribbling in what you knew. Your mind wandered, picking up bits of other conversations from the partially silent class. What if mind-readers exist, that would be cool.

Then it struck you, what if there were mind-readers, and one was in your class. "I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!" you yell in your mind as you scanned the class expectantly, when you caught Koda flinch.

That was it. It was the end of your career, your somewhat decent popularity, and possibly your life.

Another part of your brain, the more desperate one, said: hey, what if he flinched for something different and it just happened to be a coincident. Another part of your brain, the reasonable one, said: no. look around, there is no window open for any wind or fly to come in, and he's just looking outside, not doing anything else. As you continued to have a somewhat disagreement with yourself, Eliana elbowed you in the ribs again. "What" you hissed, rubbing the hurt spot. "He's looking at you" Eliana giggled as you felt your face heat up.

☽✧ :-゜・.

so what do you think, i wanna know if i should keep writing or not. tyyyy

Part 2 out

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[koishiro]

# - 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 📍

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Imagine the bllk team finding out that the youngest Itoshi brother had been getting layed for the past two years unbeknownst to them. Rin with a girl for two weeks was shocking enough but two whole years? The cold, emotionless forward player was interested in something other than football? The team found it hard to wrap their heads around but when Isagi rustled through the younger’s belongings only planning to borrow a towel he stupidly forgot when he came across a pair of panties. As far as Isagi was concerned Rin didn’t exactly come across as the type to wear pink lace on a weekday.

And if that wasn’t enough then perhaps Bachira accidentally stumbling across his friend’s phone was. It wasn’t his fault it just happened to be lying there on a bench unsupervised. So of course he’d pick it up until he could return it to its rightful owner but not before catching a quick peek at the new notification lighting up the dark screen. Lo and behold, he was granted with a sight he wasn’t too sure how to react to - almost dropping the heavy piece of titanium in the process. There, smack dab in the centre, was you. Their coach’s daughter. Your phone was clearly propped up by something as you balanced yourself on your knees as your top - which wasn’t much to begin with - was pushed over the rounds of your tits while your right hand worked as a shelf, accentuating your cleavage. Your left hand however was tucked between the plush of your thighs, leading Bachira to lean in - as if a new angle would gain him a slightly different view.

But what really set it into stone was when Reo stopped mid stride causing his fair-haired friend to nearly knock him over. There you were pressed up against his locker, the older’s hand disappearing beneath your panties only just in view from your bunched up skirt. Your pretty little mews of pleasure, the grip you held against Rin’s shirt - on the verge of tearing the useless fabric that only got in your way and hindered your view, and the way your legs trembled, having to rely on Rin to hold your weight up as he ploughed your pretty pussy filling the small vacant room with breaths of pleasure.

“Hm? You like this huh? You like being used by your dad’s star player? You wanna scream for the rest of the team?”

It was then, at that moment when Rin navigated his eyes towards the cracked door, they knew they weren’t as sly as they once thought.

[minminyoonjii]

New Blog Alert

You all know I only post full-fledged one-shots or ongoing series on this blog plus the occasional replies I do. So I gave it some thought and decided to do a new blog just for shorter-form ideas or potential wips' since I don't really know how my general audience would react to a new change. I already have a drabble scheduled and I do hope you'd give it some love. Don't hesitate to drop some thoughts on this decision💛💛 @minminbunny

[the-white-void]

The booping returns

[starsvein]

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ glomp.... do people not use this word anymore

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

After ringing the bell to Eiden's cabana, Veoc turns the knob and steps into the hallway like he's been told. Barreling footsteps make him look up, and he smiles as he sees the familiar brown hair of the human he'd befriended all but running towards him.

"Eiden, good morn—"

"Ah Chips, don't—!!"

WHUMP!

Acting on lighting-fast reflexes honed by years of training, the major general catches the shorter male as he trips in the middle of chasing his rooster (whom had gone unnoticed, being too short) to go flying forward. Hands latch onto his shoulders as legs fly forward and wrap instinctively around a firm torso; by the time everything's calmed down, the rogue rooster's already crowing and clucking out in the yard, leaving a trail of messy feathers in his wake.

Veoc holds Eiden in his arms, hands supporting his back and bottom while the latter wraps around him like a koala. To his credit, he does sway in place, but holds his ground in the end.

"...good morning, Eiden," Veoc tries again, gaze softening in concern. "Are you all right?"

"I'm—uh, I'm fine!" Eiden blurts out. "Sorry, Chips was stealing scraps from the kitchen—didn't catch him uh, wait. I should really get down first—"

He's a little reluctant to actually move though, and by the time he does unwrap a leg Veoc suddenly starts to walk, causing Eiden to cling back on instead.

"Veoc?!"

"Where did you put your slippers?" the major general asks while retracing Eiden's steps back down the hall. "It's getting cold, so you shouldn't be running around barefoot."

"That's—I probably left them in the kitchen, but! It's not far," Eiden protests. "Hey, I'm heavy..."

"No, you're light enough," Veoc reassures him. With usual military efficiency he tracks down the kitchen and the so-called slippers: discarded on the tiles besides a small crime scene of smashed tomatoes on the ground.

"Hahhh..." Eiden sighs at the sight. "Sorry, I'll clean that up—eh?" Once again he starts to get off, but Veoc suddenly turns and heads for the living room sofa instead.

"Leave it to me," he says while depositing Eiden on the cushions.

"Huhh? No, wait, you're the guest—"

"Slippers," Veoc says curtly in a tone that doesn't invite rebuke.

Eiden looks half-sulky, half-bemused. "I'm not that fragile, you know..."

"Mm, I understand." Veoc takes off the plastic bag hanging from his fingers next, depositing it in Eiden's lap. "I also brought a gift. Have a look while I bring your shoes."

"Uhm?" Eiden looks up just in time to see the major general hurry out of sight, his eyes surprisingly evasive. He figures he'll just quickly open the package and catch up with Veoc afterwards, but once he takes the box out of the bag, he pauses.

This is...a toothpick bird?

It didn’t look very expensive and was kind of cute, in an awkward, dopey way. The bird itself is white and gold, and pressing on its head would make it lower its beak and pick up a toothpick from a tray dispenser below. Did Veoc buy him this because he'd invited the guy over for meals?

Judging from the bag, it was probably from one of the local discount home goods stores. Perhaps Veoc had even bought it on the way to his house. Of course, Eiden didn’t care where he went shopping, but the thought of the tall man in military uniform browsing diligently through the aisles, maybe bending down to inspect the wares before carefully selecting this item to purchase, was really…

His shoulders started to shake as he struggled to suppress his emotions. No Eiden, you have to control yourself… It’s not cute, it’s just Veoc being Veoc….

Dammit, Veoc being Veoc is cute by default…!! He cradles the bird and its beady eyes while curling up on the sofa, unsure whether to laugh or yell.

—

"I've finished," Veoc announces shortly afterwards as he returns to the room. "Eiden?"

He can see the tufts of brown hair peeking out over the back of the sofa, but the man himself is awfully quiet. Holding Eiden's slippers in hand, the major general circles around to the front. "I have your shoes..."

He trails off, surprised at the sight of the other's extremely red face. It looked as if Eiden was trying to hold back something with difficulty...

"Are you—" "Veoc!"

Both of them speak at the same time. The next instant, Veoc has to step back as Eiden suddenly stands up on the sofa. The toothpick bird in his hands rolls next to his feet on the couch cushions, attracting the gaze of bright blue eyes who dim slightly at the sight.

Did he not like it...

"Thanks for the gift!"

The next second, warm arms fling themselves around his neck as the other glomps him. Veoc's hands wrap around Eiden's back automatically—fortunately, he still has presence of mind to hold onto the slippers.

"Ah..." Veoc exhales and hugs back, secretly savoring the close contact. "Yes, of course. You're welcome."

He pats Eiden on the back a few times before turning his head to smile at him. "I've dealt with the dropped tomatoes. Should we head back to the kitchen now?"

"Heheh, I should thank you for that too. Expect extra helpings!"

"I'll do my best to finish. By the way, why was your face so red?"

"That? Uhh...chasing after Chips gave me a workout!"

"Really?" Veoc's brows crease slightly. "Your stamina..."

"D-don't worry about it! My stamina's fine, hahah!"

"Do you want me to test it?" Veoc offers. "I can show you the basics from military training."

"T-there's no need! Besides, shouldn't we eat first?!"

And so, another morning passed in peace.

[moonlitbride]

after finding out halloween was more of a romantic affair during the victorian era versus modern times, it solidified for me that halloween, in any of emily's verses, is one of her all time favorite holidays. definitely top three.

[rosietrace]

Scepter Hall Institute Masterlist; Institute edition

(Remastered)

✦•°•══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════•°•✦

Scepter Hall Institute, A magical institution exclusive to Fae, fairies, elves, nymphs, half-myths, and other mythical creatures residing within Nevermore Island.

The academy is run by it's esteemed Headmistress, Eclair Ciana Hollow. A renowned rune reader and prophet who ran the academy since it opened it's doors to the magical world.

The academy has 9 8 dormitories, representative of the fairies that came before them and their many talents and virtues. All of which, are run by the staff in order for the students to not have any form or pressure and having to live up to such standards.

▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♡⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤†

╰──・⌕・- Basic Info

✦•°•══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════•°•✦

Academy Information

✦ Academy campus locations

╰──・⌕・- To navigate the campus with ease

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

   ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Dormitory color schemes

╰──・⌕・- To know the colors of one's dorm

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

✦ Academy classes

╰──・⌕・- Remember to memorize your schedule, students

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

   ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Sorting ceremony

╰──・⌕・- To find your place in the academy

✦•°•══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════•°•✦

Academy events

✦ The four realms festival

╰──・⌕・- To celebrate the festivities of the individual seasons

[angelwh1spers]

[zhxngii]

— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜Riding them to the point where they get all emotional from how good it feels. His hands grasping so harshly onto the skin of your thighs and hips, bucking his hips up desperately to meet you halfway.

He just can't help but tear up at how good it feels having you on top of him, your walls so wet and snug around him as if you're about to milk him dry. It's even better with the way you lean forward to press delicate kisses across his face, praising him for how well he's doing. Oh how he loves when you tell him how good he's doing.

Neuvillette, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe, Itto, Thoma, Kaveh, Luocha, Dan Heng, Gepard + Your fave <3

[nicodefresas]

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤdividers⠀ ಿৎ

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

₊˚‧◟ ͜ ◞ ୨୧ ◟ ͜ ◞ ୨୧ ◟ ͜ ◞ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ◟ ͜ ◞ ୨୧ ◟ ͜ ◞ ୨୧ ◟ ͜ ◞‧˚₊

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓

‿͞‿͞‿͞‿͞‿͞ ୨୧ ‿͞‿͞‿͞‿͞‿͞

꒰ ･ ｡ﾟ ✦ ･ ｡ﾟ ꒱꒰ ･ ｡ﾟ ✦ ･ ｡ﾟ ꒱꒰ ･ ｡ﾟ ✦ ･ ｡ﾟ ꒱

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꒰ ⋆ .⺌ ⟡ ⊂⊃ ⟡ ⺌. ⋆ ꒱ ꒰ ⋆ .⺌ ⟡ ⊂⊃ ⟡ ⺌. ⋆ ꒱

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

───── ⑅ ♡ ⑅ ─────

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。.

𐙚⭑𓂃────────𓂃⭑𐙚

▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰

ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

⊱ ──────ஓ๑∗๑ஓ ────── ⊰

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⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

[yvbiko]

Kaomojis

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˙ᵕ˙

𓆩♡𓆪

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

𓁹‿𓁹

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢

(✿◠ᴗ◠)

꒰✿ˊᗜˋ ꒱ ‹3

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆｡°✩☼⋆｡°✩☽︎

ᗜˬᗜ

(⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

☆★✮⛧⋆｡°✩⛦࿓⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

^_< -★

(≧ᗜ≦)

(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)

ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ

◌𓆩☽❀☾𓆪◌

ଘ(∩^o^)⊃━☆゜

૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა

/ᐠﹷ ‸ ﹷ ᐟ\ﾉ

૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა

( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

☆〜（ゝ。∂）

© kaomoji

[tyu1forever]

Wonder What You Think Of Me

AN: part twoooo yayyyy. honestly i dont expect much attention to come to these but im having fun. to whomever is reading this, i hope you're having as much fun as i am.

Part 1

MY ASK BOX IS OPENN (check my pinned post)

Warnings: swearing here and there, tad bit of suicidal jokes, gender neutral mc

Story below

Your nerves were on end until the class finished. You could feel Koda's eyes piercing the back of your skull. The thought that he knew everything you thought about him, kept on popping up. this led you down a rabbit hole that whatever you thought, he knew. Like the thought that I know, that you know, that I know, that you're a mind reader. HA SUCK MY DIC- ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH OUTTA YOU. DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOU, BUDDY BOY. HOW ABOU-

"You have a rather interesting and chaotic mind, ya know"

You looked up to see everyone around you packing up; the lesson was over. Koda was standing next to your table with an amused look on his face and arms crossed. You looked at Eliana for help, but she just swung her bag on her shoulder, mouthed 'good luck' as she winked, brown eyes sparkling, and skipped off, her black ponytail swinging.

You sighed defeatedly as you looked back at Koda sheepishly, finally meeting his hazel eyes. OK, mind blank. Empty. Void. remember that one time where- OK SHUT UP- HOW ABOUT- NO, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, YOU SHUT THE FU-

"How about we go to a place where we can shut your mind." Koda said grinning. You gaped at him, your mind spinning like a child on one of those spinny things at the park that always made you almost throw up, squealing with joy. You would need all the luck you could get.

He grabbed her hand and led her out of the class, past the lockers, and outside. They made their way across the pavement and then the oval. Koda led her down a corner to a group of trees that blocked the view of the school and showed a view of the reserve behind the school.

The green tops glowed as the early afternoon sun shone through them. A soft breeze blew through your hair slightly, as you went forward to hold the black fence bars, your mouth open in awe.

Your mind just stopped, taking in the scene. WOOAAAA PRETTY. This is what happens when you stop for once.

"Come and sit down." Koda said sitting down on a patch of grass and patting a spot next to him. You turn around and make eye contact as your brain goes down the rabbit hole again, He can see what I think, he knows what I think about him, I'm gonna kill myself. Take me with you, bestie.

☽✧ :-゜・.

gonna upload this as is, prolly add to it later

Masterlist

[koishiro]

# - 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Itoshi Rin x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cockwarming, Rin being a tease (what do you expect honestly)…

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"Come on baby isn't this what you wanted? My big cock stuffing your tight little pussy full?"

Rin’s teasing words were as torturous as his cock, making me want more, making me become a needy slut desperate to be fucked and used until I couldn't think anymore.

"Please, please fuck me, I'll do anything!”

I whined and begged for any movement while one of his hands ran over my body and the other kept over my hip, locking me in place, unable to squirm and move on his dick that was stuffed deep inside my pussy.

"I know baby, I feel it. Feel you clenching my cock, trying to grind your hips into me huh? Fuck I love seeing how desperate you get for me, such a good girl for me"

My whimper was so soft at hearing his praise, head tilted back to rest on his shoulder and moan when Rin reached up to pinch my nipples causing me to shove my ass as hard as I could into his hips, needing his dick to be as deep inside me as possible.

"That's it baby, take my dick. You're such a fucking whore for my cock aren't you?"

"Yes!" I shouted.

He shifted my legs, putting them both on the outside of his own, making them spread as he widened his stance. I could feel the cold air hit my wet pussy, my clit so sensitive I cried out at the sensation of being so exposed.

Once more Rin set to running his hands over my body. Gripping my breasts, grazing over my thighs so slowly as they traveled up almost touching my pussy before he passed by and had his hand over my abdomen.

"'m right here baby. You feel me? This is where my big cock is inside you. S’ deep and you love it" His hand pressed down as if he was trying to feel his cock from the outside. The two sensations, feeling him touch me inside and out was too much, I felt so close to cumming, so close to being shoved over the edge that my brain was drunk on the feeling. My mouth open as I gasped for breath and whimpered when he kissed my neck.

"You've been such a good girl baby, so perfect for me. Feels so good to be in your wet pussy. Having you grip my cock is the best feeling. I'll keep you just like this the entire day baby. You gonna be a good girl and keep my cock warm?" He asked.

I was spiraling, needing to serve him, needing to please him and give him everything he wanted if it meant I could feel this good. My pussy was in heaven. My body burning and with every caress he gave there was desire for more. It felt like fire as Rin’s hands skimmed over me, I needed it to continue, for his sweet torture to continue until I couldn't breathe.

My pussy felt so full, so stretched and perfect, I started to cry. So overwhelming that I couldn't help but cry out when I suddenly felt his finger slide down over my clit. I couldn't stop screaming even if he didn't move his finger, just placing it on my clit, that was so sensitive and needy.

"C’mon baby, cum for me pretty girl. Let me feel you cum on my cock" He was being so gentle and firm, ordering me to cum and I was helpless to do anything else.

"Give it to me baby, cum all over my cock" he growled.

I screamed my release, grinding my hips into him and squirming on his cock as I came so hard. My pussy squeezing his dick so tight I could hear him groan.

“My pretty baby”

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : #8 in my 𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 / 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

[the-white-void]

how have you been? Would you want some chocolate milk 🍫🥛

I'm doing well anon, just a little busy with band stuff and getting sore muscles at the end of the day.

And thank you for the chocolate milk.

[starsvein]

🛌

moonlight aesthetic starters // (🛌) Our muses make a pillow fort.

Standing in Eiden's bedroom, Veoc eyes the pile of couch cushions, pillows, blankets, and poles that Eiden's gathered on the carpet floor in doubt. "I don't think this will be structurally sound..."

"Don't worry, it's just for fun!" Grinning despite himself, Eiden boldly takes Veoc's hand and leads him to treasure trove of soft, squishy materials.

It had started out as a normal evening. After work, Eiden had met up with Veoc for dinner while the two talked about their lives, and at one point the major general had expressed his interest in military forts. From what he gathered, things were far less mobile in the ancient era and unlike Syren, who was ship, weapon, barracks, and station all in one, Earth forts were simply freestanding structures standing around like sitting ducks for anyone to besiege and attack.

They didn't even have the simplest force fields to protect them from natural disasters.

In response, Eiden had promised to show him a pillow fort. Veoc didn't expect that meant taking apart Eiden's furniture to build one personally by hand. After a few failed tries, the major general finally got the hang of it and was securing the the last bit of "roofing" when Eiden poked his head out from inside the tent-like folds of a blanket.

"You should come in and take a look," he suggests casually.

Arching a brow, Veoc first brushes the string of lights hanging in Eiden's face out of the way, then ducks his head to take a peek. It's a small, intimate space with a floor of pillows and a soft duvet, with the human sitting cross-legged in the center.

"It doesn't look like there's much room," Veoc observes politely.

"It's more cozy this way—oh hang on, I'll get the lights," Eiden pauses to look for a socket before sticking in the plug. Instantly, the interior is lit up with a soft golden glow as the string lights come to life.

"They can blink too," Eiden adds enthusiastically while pressing a button. "Or change colors—was saving these for the Christmas tree, but it's not a bad idea to use them now, heh."

He pats the space besides him and tries again. "Come on. It's different from the inside."

Veoc hesitates. He still has some doubts about stability, but carefully adjusts his posture to half-crawl into the space. Once he's fully in, Eiden closes the blanket door behind him and holds it shut with a convenient clothespin, leaving them alone in the fort.

"What do you think?" Eiden asks after a while.

Veoc feels the soft flooring beneath him and exhales. "This wouldn't hold up in a military exercise."

"Pfft—!" He gets muffled laughter in return. "Like I said, it's not that kind of fort!"

Veoc turns to reply, but happens upon something extremely soft. He grasps it with his hand and picks it up, revealing an unusually long, beige-hued pillow with...ears and arms and legs? Some sort of animal, he guesses after spotting a nose and two round, dark eyes. "What is this?"

Eiden stops laughing to look, only to grin and push the pillow into Veoc's arms. "Hey, you've got Topper!"

"What's a Topper?" Veoc ends up half cradling the stuffed animal (?) pillow (?) against his chest.

"He's..." the human trails off, gaze growing nostalgic. "A friend of a friend who's not here anymore. A girl I know liked him too, and made a giant body pillow of him for me..."

Never mind that Mary Sue's ultimate goal with the Prototype Topper Body Pillow was marketing goods for her Quincy fanclub—that would be another afternoon of explanations for Veoc to understand.

When Veoc hears "friend," he tries to return the Topper pillow to Eiden, but the latter insists he hold onto it instead. "It looks good with you," Eiden encourages.

"Your friend is an accessory?" Veoc cracks a smile and rests Topper whimsically on his head.

It's a lethal strike, one that leaves Eiden breathless as he stammers again. "N-no but, you know what? You can keep him there."

Now it's Veoc's turn to look helpless. "I won't be able to do much like this."

"Ah well, I was just kidding, hahah...!"

They eventually move on to other things. Eiden's managed to sneak in his laptop and coaxes Veoc to watch a movie with him. Intrigued by the concept of Earth movies, the major general agrees.

...not expecting him to say yes so quickly, Eiden sits up in a flash. "Then I should make some popcor—"

Too late, his head bumps into one of the pillow supports for the blanket roof, loosening it too much. The entire pillow fort starts to collapse seconds afterward, and Eiden instinctively shields himself from the avalanche of sticks and blankets and cushions that he's sure will fall his way.

In the middle of the chaos, something tackles him to the ground.

But nothing hits him after that.

Instead there's something pinning him down, as well as a wave of heat—he opens his eyes to see an eyeful of Veoc's shirt at chest level, with the rest of the major general kneeling above him to shield him from the barrage. The pinning sensation was the man's knees straddling him at the hips to keep him in place.

Eiden's eyes dart up to Veoc's face as red rushes to his cheeks. The major general seems nonplussed, pushing aside a segment of blanket draped over his head to let in the cooler air from outside their ruined fort before looking back at him.

"All you all right?"

"...huh? Uh, sure! Yeah, I'm fine!"

Veoc straightens up next, pushing cushions and string lights aside as he stays on his knees. "It's fortunate that we chose only soft materials to construct your fort."

"R-right...'' Eiden tries to sit up, but isn't sure what to do after pushing himself upright. He ends up propping himself up with his arms while watching Veoc work. "We can rebuild it again pretty quickly."

"Yes, I can think of a few improvements to brace the supports..."

Eiden stares at the man who seems perfectly fine, and sighs internally. Why was he the only one getting flustered? Until he hears a cough, and blinks to see Veoc deftly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

"It's a bit hot," he offers by way of explanation before turning away. Alas, that gives the human a perfect view of his pink-tipped ears.

Eiden grins.

[moonlitbride]

Verses

Verses available to be written in for one Miss Margolis. There are great many of them due to having written Emily for as long as I have. Will likely be updated periodically. Some verses I would consider to be singleship and will be noted down below. Others I haven't included below or skipped over because they're hyper-private.

( 🦋 ) = HIGH muse for currently / and or believe it might be of more interest to others to write in for various reasons!

arc i. jubiliciously lovely corpse bride! ( MAIN verse ) 🦋

Following a forbidden whirlwind romance with Lord Barkis, Emily has died at the hands of her fiance and dwells in the Land of the Dead. She is well-liked by many others who continue on beyond death in a cheerfully macabre limbo, and has spent time exploring parts of the ever expanding deathly metropolis, as well as within the Bone and Socket Pub. Emily meets Victor after he slides a ring mistakenly onto her dead finger in the woods — but is eventually set free from her netherworld existence. Interactions can take place anywhere within this time frame, from when she first arrives at the hour of her death up to before she transforms into butterflies.

arc ii. wasp waisted beauty known for miles around! ( MAIN alive!emily victorian era verse ) 🦋

Living during the Victorian era of Great Britain, Emily's family is of the upper class with the title Earl of Bellamond, a noble rank her grandfather earned. She is a sought after prize by suitors and seen as an important step forward in society by her parents. Emily herself only desires a loving relationship full of romance and warmth with a chance to truly be accepted for every part of herself. She must strain to rein in the full sparkle of her luster and adhere to expectations of her parents and the gentry as she navigates a world of splendor and unknowns. To break those expectations and fail her family in front of the monarch with other families constantly spectating could strip them of everything Emily's family has worked so hard to achieve.

arc iv. her diaphanous headdress unleashes in slow motion small bats and horrors! ( the nightmɑre before christmɑs verse ) notes — all i can say is that i understand why this is such a popular crossover concept. 🦋

Freed from the former ties that bound her, Emily departed the earthly plane, leaving behind a pair of young lovers and wishing them wedded bliss and a lifetime of happiness. She drifted through the world in a glowing maelstrom of butterflies, exploring foreign lands and reaching the furthest corners of the earth to discover a copse of trees…one with a grinning jack-o-lantern carved onto its door. It was here Emily found a new home, a town full of monsters and frights. Excited for her new home and the new friends made, Emily has continually worked hard on herself to become quite uniquely proficient at delivering scares for when Halloween unleashes its residents upon the human populace.

Months after her arrival, Emily creates the Welcoming Committee for any new arrivals to Halloween Town that might very well follow her. Named the 'Corpse Bride', Emily has gained an array of otherworldly abilities to aid her in scaring humans. Mortals shriek as her beguiling visage rots before their very eyes. She's beautiful…and terrifying!

Abilities pertinent to THIS verse include:

Death Shifting: Emily can switch between her living mortal appearance to a rotting vision of bridal splendor — once she gains proficiency, the level of rot she chooses and pace at which it happens can be controlled at will.

Transcendent Butterflies: At any point, Emily can burst into an eerily gorgeous maelstrom of black and blue butterflies to travel across the skies to destinations of her choosing. When her butterflies are gathered together, she can reform...both in full and only individual limbs to truly frighten a poor soul.

Determined Immortality: For as long as she chooses, Emily is effectively immortal as she will not age nor can she be killed.

Alluring Charm: Known for her effervescence and charms, along with her shapely hourglass figure even before death, Emily can entice those around her with a voice like a caress, her ethereal beauty, and the music she creates...to an even more unnatural, spellbinding degree beyond conscious thought.

arc vi. uptown girl ( alive modern emily verse ) notes — my take on what a modern emily would be like, no barkis ( ahem, he could be inserted as an obstacle later on ); ended up an 80s verse, though if there's a preference for even more modern that's do-able too. default age set at eighteen and during her college years in general.

Born to affluence, Emily's hardships within the Decade of Greed has been relegated primarily to her neglectful home life. Her father continues to put business ahead of time with the family to be rarely seen within their walls. Her mother is as distant and cold as a beautiful, remote star, and at times, rarely cognizant from self-medicating with alcohol, leaving Emily under supervision of nannies and chaperones for much of her life. As family pressure builds upon graduating high school, Emily is expected to honor the prestige the Margolis name is renowned for. While she is indeed excited for Julliard and honing her skill at the piano, Emily remains idealistic when it comes to her prospects for love. Movies and books have helped bring the idea of exciting romances and charming encounters straight to Emily as she steps into the next stage of her life.

arc vii. it is a kind of hunger that brings us to love, a devouring hunger ( straight up blended folk horror verse ) 🦋 notes — technically a private verse, but open to being written with upon request!singleship verse due to her marriage to @fatesrecollection's victor being at the center of its foundation.

Swept up into a whirlwind romance of hushed scandals and a quick marriage, Emily courts and soon after weds Victor Van Dort. She is unaware of the faerie toying with their lives for a chance to hear a song that could make a skeleton cry. Such a song is created when she is brutally murdered in front of her husband who wallows in lonely misery for nearly a year. Dead and gone, Emily is suddenly thrust back into the mortal realm with a body no longer human, resurrected by none other than her dear husband. Now an estrie, Emily craves the blood of mortals with a hunger unmatched as she navigates a world with newfound supernatural capabilities.

Marred in acts untouched by the holy, Emily and Victor flee together across the sea to begin a life anew in the Americas.

Abilities pertinent to THIS verse include:

Superhuman Body: Increased strength, speed, and senses with consumption of blood. Lack of blood means eventual death.

Flight: Can fly as long as her hair is unbound.

Animal Shifting: Able to shift into cats and birds at will.

Daywalking: Sunlight can be uncomfortable after long periods of time but does not immediately burn

arc viii. i wanna do real bad things with you! ( true blood ) notes — technically a private verse, but open to being written with upon request! i have a soft spot for this verse due to the uniquely paternal figure she has in it.

Due to the Margolis family financing a secret vampire hunting legion with other wealthy families, Emily was turned into a vampire as retribution by 𝖤𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗇 in the late 19th century. While Emily dearly missed the sunlight, she delighted in the newly obtained freedom she found underneath the moon at night, away from the expectations of noble society and her family. Adjusting to her transformation took time in the beginning as she learned her limits and unbridled craving for the taste of blood. Still, Emily chose to prove herself and be a loyal progeny to Eric. Occasionally she went shopping with and even brought a smile to her sister progeny, Pam.

While she is not as old as other vampires, she has continually learned how to master her new inhuman capabilities.

Vampiric Boost: Increased strength, speed, and senses.

Blood Healing: Capable of healing from various injuries ( barring silver still against skin ) and can use her blood to heal non-vampires.

Flight: Can fly through the sky for sustained durations due to her sire's bloodline. Still learning on controlling herself in the air. Mental and emotional connections are formed when a human drinks vampire blood.

Vampiric Weakness: Silver, lack of sleep, and sunlight.

arc ix. rise from your grave‚ final girl ( alive modern emily verse ) notes — like the title says, it's the final girl verse she deserves but set in modern times. barkis gets his just desserts and emily is surviving and thriving. default age set at twenty-five. 🦋

Brought up an accomplished pianist with many natural gifts from a young age, Emily was expected to have a bright future. Yet she found herself swayed to risk it all when she fell prey to the conniving charms of a much older gentleman. Against her parents' wishes, she planned to elope so that they could be together as Barkis proposed. Instead Emily found herself brutally attacked and left for dead in an unmarked grave in the woods — but surprised her would-be-killer when she climbed out of the hole she had been left to rot in and was able to find help at the side of the road.

She testified against him in court, braving the media scrutiny to put him away behind bars. Barkis never saw the inside of a jail cell, however, as he took his own life.

Emily stepped away from the spotlight, undergoing massive therapy for the trauma induced by Barkis, healing aided by the all consuming power of the arts...and an unexpected interest arising in raising insects. No longer as tightly bound by restrictive parents, Emily adopted a large, fluffy dog named Figaro ( Figgy ) who helped keep her safe. Eventually, she was accepted into Juilliard and moved to an apartment to be on her own. Emily still yearns for a life of romance and passion from someone who loves her for who she truly is. As she looks for that special someone, Emily has emerged back into the world as a blossoming concert pianist whom the media is intensely focused on...as famous for her charms and expressivity, her family name, as she is her dark past.

Hers is a tale of survival, perseverance, and hopeful optimism.

arc x. lively spirit from a fairest star ( cbs ghosts verse ) notes — technically a private verse, but open to being written with upon request! singleship with @fatesrecollection's trevor in a hot and cold slow burn i'm particularly fond of. default age set at twenty.

Tied to the forest and specifically the massive tree she was buried under in a makeshift grave, Emily's spirit lingers past her death. For a time, she watched from the edge of her forest until civilization encroached on her resting place. As the trees of her woods were cut down and fashioned into a variety of carved household objects, Emily found she could travel to where those objects went, and in rare instances, interact through them. Emily's burial tree was used to fashion an ornate mirror and splendid piano that was eventually donated to the Woodstone B&B, whereupon Emily encountered the other ghosts residing there. Many found her power to jump around the world to different relics fascinating, while Jay and Samantha enjoyed her musical skills. Both the piano and mirror reside in the primary lounging room for all to enjoy ( though one ghost in particular would like the mirror moved to his room. )

Abilities pertinent to THIS verse include:

Ghostly Body: A full body apparition reminiscent of when she was killed that can still feel as a human body would. Immense pain experienced when passing through a human.

Medium Access: Can speak to mediums or anyone who sees ghosts.

Undead Travels: Connected with the trees she was buried under, Emily can jump to residents where the remains of those trees have ended up and interact with them. Some trees allow for a greater distance of separation like the one made into a piano that she can still play in death.

arc xi. the social season for flinging petals high ( bridgerton verse ) notes — for further context, even though it's the fault of the suitor, the families had drawn up an agreement, reaching the point of engagement. emily would not be blamed per se, but a mark would be left on her family nevertheless for coming close to being disgraced by association. basically judging her father for not doing his due diligence or for looking outside the ton when there are many ( especially christian ) suitors who would have been better. default age set at twenty.

Dearest Reader,

It has come to my attention that one Miss Emily Margolis has returned to society some two years after her debut to London, and what a prize she had been at the time. Late in bloom compared to many other rising flowers, she swayed above the rest, but her bouquet had already been purchased and arranged before even witnessed by the ton. How disastrous such delicate planning had shattered when her fiancé was found to have wilted beneath pressure of the monarch and flee from reach of the queen’s scepter. Many suitors were disappointed with her absence last year required through uncommon religious customs, though her competition must be pleased for a year’s grace.

Will her return this year herald yet another scandal keen to be witnessed and further besmirch the Earl of Bellamond, or will she flutter forth in glittering splendor to dazzle a marriage minded bachelor?

Arranged for marriage even before her debut into Regency era England at eighteen, Emily miserably expected her life to proceed directly to nuptials soon after being deemed a lady. Instead, after courtship and engagement, the wedding was called off. Her ex-fiance's family had lost a considerable amount of favor with the Queen and the Margolises no longer wished to be associated — so as to protect their name and title. Emily's second year was met with further complications at the death of her grandmother; in adherence to religious customs, the family remained out of society. Now twenty and with no official courtship set up, Emily is on the market for an eligible bachelor. With this second chance, she hopes to find a true love match.