#✨priorities✨

[shadowhandss60]

Manon seeing Dorian while Rifthold was under attack:

“She had forgotten how much taller he was.”

“His sensuous mouth”

“He towered over her.”

“Manon studied his long legs, more muscled than last time she’d seen him.”

“He had packed on more muscle.”

“The golden tan of his skin.”

“Shot her a glare over his broad shoulder.”

[strqyr]

the rose-xiao long family doesn't seem to be made out of money—in after the fall ruby outright says she made her outfit herself and implies that she shops in thrift shops otherwise—so i'd really like to know how yang got her bike bc that thing does not look cheap.

[flowerscentedartist]

Blue and Olive texting

Blue: Did you just spend 10000 on pants?!

Olive: What? No I would never do that!! That's a waste of money!

Blue: *plants

Olive: Oh

Olive: Yeah I did that

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Hello! I just stumbled upon your Vikings masterlist and was wondering if you’re still writing for that fandom? (Your Ivar series isn’t marked on hiatus but it seems it’s been a minute since the latest update) Love what I’ve read of your work thus far!

Hi! Yes, I saw your comment on Desire, I hadn’t gotten around to replying yet, but it was very sweet!

Im glad you’ve liked the stuff I’ve written! Technically I’m still writing for the fandom but I haven’t posted anything in over two years. And I doubt I’ll be posting anything any time soon, but I do plan on posting again at some point.

But I won’t write/post anything new, sadly, as the plan is finishing the Nostalgia series and posting all the remaining chapters at once to give myself closure on it lol

Thank you so much for your message! ❤️

[nateezfics]

23 - ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ - ꜱᴀɴ

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ

pairing: business man! san x stripper! reader (fem)

summary: san finds himself visiting his favorite dancer instead of going back home to his wife.

w.c: 3k

warnings: alcohol use, san and reader are both a mess, sub! leaning san, dom leaning! reader, cheating, lap dance, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: shoutout to the anon for giving me this idea by sharing this vid whewwwwww this is for you <3 also i struggled sm trying to explain what she was doing on the pole im so sorry loll

btw some song recs would be fwm by tone stith, me by summer walker, lavender sunflower by tory lanez, and the weekend by sza

FFF Masterlist

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Sitting in an almost-empty office, San stared blankly at the monitor in front of him, knowing he finished his work early but finding himself reluctant to pack up and go home. Why wouldn't he want to go home? He had a beautiful wife waiting for him, who was probably pulling something yummy out of the oven. Maybe she was even wearing a cute little apron, hoping he would come home and see her in it. Yet, he found himself thinking about the dancer he met a few months ago at the gentlemen's club just around the corner from his work. There was even an ATM right outside of it, just asking him to take out hundreds of dollars and spend it all on her.

"Hey, San," his coworker said, putting his hands on San's tense shoulders and patting them, noticing that he had shut his computer down and was putting some files away into his suitcase. "Heading home?"

San stood up and slicked his hair back, allowing a few strands to fall onto his forehead. "Yep," he replied shortly, giving the man a polite smile and walking past him, hoping he couldn't somehow tell that he was about to cheat. Well, it wasn't technically cheating, right? It was pretty much the same thing as looking at those certain magazines that they sold at gas stations, but just in real life. It’s not like he was sleeping with you. He still loved his wife. He did. He really did. He just needed to see you one more time. After this, he was done. He was certain of it.

"Are you coming in or not?" the oversized bouncer asked in a deep voice, looking at the anxious, sweating businessman idly standing in front of the open club door with a thousand dollars just sitting inside his black tailored pants.

Fixing his glasses out of habit, he let out a nervous laugh, nodding his head. "Yep, I'm coming in. Uh, have a good night." He gave the man a weak wave and shuffled past him, making his way through the long hallway past some patrons and a few dancers. When San made it into the main room, he was immediately bathed in crimson lighting, dark and seductive, like he had stepped foot into hell. He might as well have. He was ready to sin.

After he was done taking in his surroundings, he headed to the bar and sat down at the seat that had the best view of the main stage. "Your usual, Mr. Choi?" the bartender asked, wiping a pint glass with a rag, noticing how San simply sat still on his stool and scanned the various platforms on the other side of the room.

You weren't anywhere to be seen. Would you be coming out soon? You always worked on Friday nights. Maybe you were in the back getting ready. Probably putting some glitter on your eyelids and drawing a tiny heart near your cheek with some eyeliner. It was the cutest thing. You were always so cute, like a pretty little angel. Yet, when you got on stage, you would always give him this look. Like you were picturing all the things he could do to you, and all the things you could do to him, maybe even right there where everyone could watch. That’s when you reminded him that you were actually sin incarnate. But he knew that already. And he didn't mind.

"Mr. Choi?" the man tried again, holding out a glass filled with ice, tea, and various amounts of alcohol. "Your long island ice tea."

San snapped his head back towards the man, taking the glass and nodding his head. "Thanks, man." He brought the straw up to his lips and sucked the drink down, delighted that it got rid of the remaining guilt he felt, idly glancing around the room again, this time scanning the various men sitting in their seats, some with a dancer in their lap. None of them were you.

The bartender shook his head, leaning his forearms on the table below. "Are you waiting for Angel to come out, Mr. Choi?"

Halfway through his drink, San choked on some of the liquid, swallowing it down anyway and clearing his throat. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he faced the man again, a slight frown forming. "Am I that obvious?"

The man smiled to himself, glancing over to the main stage entrance, knowing you would be coming out soon. "She talks about you a lot, you know. She's constantly asking when we think you'll come back."

This was news to him. Sure, you were always friendly and flirty with him. Always referring to him as "Mr. Business Man" or "Sannie." The second was his favorite. It always made him melt. His wife wouldn't even call him that anymore. Said it was childish. Though, when you said it, with that coy look on your face and batting your long eyelashes at him, the only thoughts he had were inexplicably adult. Maybe you were into him. You. His angel. That changed things. And at this point, he was already in too deep, so why not get buried?

"What does she say about me?" San probed, drinking the rest of the tea down until he was sucking on the ice at the bottom of the glass. Warmth flooded his brain and body, encouraging him to unbutton his black blazer and pull it off. As he carefully draped it over the bar counter, everything around him began slowing down to a crawl.

"That you're her favorite," the man replied softly, idly glancing at the silver ring San was wearing on his ring finger, then walking over to serve another customer. It wasn't any of his business. He was just a bartender. He tapped the table near San, motioning his head to the main stage. "She's on, by the way."

Spinning around in his seat, San felt like all the air inside his lungs suddenly dissipated. His reddened eyes focused on your curvy figure appearing out of the darkness of the stage entrance, his eyes traveling along your almost naked body. You were wearing a matching set like you always did. This time, you were wearing a tiny black latex bra, the nonexistent cups barely covering your nipples, your tits practically spilling out of them. He gulped so hard, he almost swallowed his Adam's apple by accident. An equally black, equally nonexistent thong clung tightly to your hips and pelvis, one micro-movement away from having everyone see your pretty pink–

"Pussy," said a random drunk man sitting next to San, throwing back a shot of vodka. When San gave him a dirty look, the man shook his head. "Don't just stare at her, bro. Go sit in that chair over there and let her know you like her. Trust me. Angel's worth it."

Turning away form the guy in silence, San undid his tie and laid it over his jacket, trusting that the bartender would look after it for him. Putting the image of his wife sitting at the empty dinner table by herself, San quickly made his way past a few tables and booths, eventually sitting down in the empty seat near the front section of the stage.

Taking a few drawn out steps around the pole, you ran a hand up your body, your hips swaying along to the slow, thumping beats of the song playing through the surrounding speakers. Like a snake hypnotizing its prey before striking. Once you grabbed the pole and moved your body in a slow wavelike motion, you turned around and leaned your body back against it, gazing down at your favorite businessman. Your eyes surveyed his lap, wondering if the visible tent in his work pants was a stack of cash or his hard cock. Either was fine with you.

"Angel..." San murmured to himself, unconsciously spreading his thick thighs apart, hoping you could read his lips. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling some of the cash into his tense hand.

Once the song picked up a bit, the bass still so intense it vibrated through your chest, you propelled yourself forward and climbed onto the pole like it was second nature, hooking one of your legs onto it, moving around the pole in steady circles. Sighing, you slid a hand up from your abdomen, up and over one of your tits, then up your neck. Everyone's eyes were on you, though you couldn't blame them. You were the true embodiment of desire. The angel that everyone wanted to defile and keep for themselves. Yet, they had no idea that you were the one who did the defiling, the corrupting, the owning. And your current target was…

"San," you whispered, running your tongue along the inside of your glossy lips, gripping the pole tight enough with one hand so that you could lean your head back. Amused by the businessman's submissive demeanor after eyeing the growing tent inside his pants, you squeezed the metal securely between your thighs, allowing you to release your hands from it and hang more upside down, slipping your fingers up underneath your bra to grab at your tits, pulling a bit on your nipple piercings for your own pleasure. The pole continued to move around in circles, the monochrome lights flashing above the stage further enhancing the hypnotic show you were putting on.

One of the men stood up and sent a stack of cash into the air, watching it rain down around you. You smiled to yourself, sitting back up to hold the pole both in front of your chest and one below near your lower abdomen, making sure you were stable. You lifted yourself up into an upside down vertical position and clenched your legs around the pole before slowly spreading them, appearing like you were doing a full split in the air. Another man followed the actions of the first, pulling some twenties out of his pocket and sending them out into the air, his hooded eyes locked on the way your ass was eating up the thin strap of your thong. All these men were like putty in your hands. Ready to give up most of their paychecks, all for the slim chance that they could fuck you for real. It was pathetic.

When the song came to a drop, you slid yourself down the bottom of the pole, slowly lowering yourself onto the cool stage in the splits, arching your back, your hands groping along your body, squeezing your tits and letting out a soft moan, though no one could hear you over the loud bass on the song. You looked up over at San, licking your lips, before you got onto your knees and crawled towards him, your heavy heels clinking against the stage with each deliberate movement. Gazing at him like a predator cornering their next meal, you eventually got to the edge of the stage and slowly sat back on your knees, running your hands slowly up your body, slowly leaning your head back and arching your back again.

Drunk with lust and alcohol, San couldn't help but readjust himself in the leather chair, the pulsing beats of the song emanating heavily inside his ears, a similar pulsing occurring below the belt. Swallowing down his nerves, he pulled a few hundreds out, waiting for you to look at him, before he leaned forward and sent them out onto the stage in front of you.

Licking your lips at the money spread out below you, your fingers snuck up to the front of your bra and popped it up, your tits dropping out of it. The men around all emitted various low sounding groans, some of them palming themselves or sliding down in their seats. San was in a similar state of desperation, his cock so hard it was about to burst out of his pants.

When the music played the sound of a woman’s moans playing alongside pulsing, synth like music, encouraging you to begin moving your hips in an up and down motion, as though you were riding an imaginary dick, making San and everyone else in the room wish it were his. You kept your eyes on the struggling businessman, grabbing at your tits, moaning softly, your eyebrows drawing together.

Not able to take it any longer, San held out three hundreds and placed it down on his crotch in between his large thighs, spreading them apart to entice you.

Drawing you in like a moth to a flame, you found yourself climbing off of the stage as elegantly as possible and taking a step up to the large leather chair he was lounging in. Once you got off, another dancer walked up to the pole to take your place, distracting all the surrounding patrons.

Straddling San’s lap once he picked the bills up, you leaned into his ear to purr, “Sannie, it’s so nice to see you back. I’ve missed you.”

San angled his head up, trying to keep his eyes on your hooded ones instead of staring at your tits that were just below his chin. “I’ve missed you more, Angel.” He reached down to slide a hundred through the strap on your hip, continuing, “I’d like a private show. I have a lot more love to give you.”

Smiling down at the hundred-dollar bill, you sat fully down on his lap, feeling his hard on pressing into your latex panties. “You always give me lots of love, Sannie. Should we go then?”

San slipped the other two hundreds into the other strap, groaning when you dragged your clothed pussy across his length. Biting at his bottom lip, he sent a suggestive smile in your direction. “Lead the way, Angel.”

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In one of the small dimly lit private rooms, you hovered over San’s lap, your knees pressed into the leather couch on each side of his thighs, gyrating your hips along to the slow, pulsing music. “What’s with that look, baby?” you asked softly, running your hands down the front of San’s chest.

“You’re just so…beautiful.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your body, especially your tits, because they were covered in…Was that body glitter? As if you could get any hotter. He was losing his mind.

“Yeah?” you started, watching as the businessman put more cash into the straps of your nylon panties, until there were no more spaces left. “You like me better than your wife, don’t you? Is that why you’re always here and spending money on me instead of her?”

“Mm-hmm, I like you a lot, Angel,” San sighed softly, his hands roaming around the outline of your body, but not touching you.

Arching your back, your hands rested on the top of the couch behind San’s head, slowly moving your body in a slow, but fluid motion on his lap, your cunt brushing across his heavy cock still trapped inside the waistband of his pants. “If you like me so much, then touch me. Fuck me. Make me yours, Sannie.”

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Entranced. Mesmerized. Seduced. Those were only a few words to describe what came over him while he was inside you, his hands all over your body, getting glitter all over himself. San didn't understand how a single person could have such a hold over him. He never experienced anything like this, and he couldn’t pull himself out of it.

Bouncing up and down on San’s length like it was your life’s mission, you wrapped your fingers around his jaw on either side, bringing his mouth towards your tits. “Suck on them, Sannie. Bite them. Spit on them. Do whatever your wife won’t let you do.”

Completely gone at this point, his cock throbbing heavily inside you, San slurped your tits up into his mouth, one at a time, biting and tugging at your nipple piercings, pulling away every so often to spit on them and watch it drip down your glittery skin. “You’re so dirty, Angel,” he huffed, squeezing your hips tightly, his ring cold against your hot body.

“Not dirty enough,” you complained, in between pants, gripping his shoulders tightly, trying to bring yourself to your peak as fast as possible. “Cum inside me, Sannie. Please.”

“Oh, fuck, Angel, I don’t think…” San gasped, losing his train of thought, as your glossy lips attached to his neck, sucking and licking, leaving a mark on him. He knew he would have to cover it up with makeup later on. “I shouldn’t…”

Tempting him further, you moved your body at a slower, more deliberate pace, wanting to draw the sin out of him. “Cum, baby, come on,” you purred into his ear, nipping and pulling at it with your teeth. “I know she never lets you cum inside, so fill me up instead…Please, Sannie…Please give it to me.”

Truly, you were an angel in every sense of the word, even letting a cheating stranger like him fill you up with his seed. How gracious of you.

“Fuck, okay, I’m–aaah–” San jerked his head back, holding onto your waist for dear life, feeling your cunt tighten around him like a vice. “Jesus, Angel, you're…oh my god.”

“What, Sannie?” you whispered near his lips, bringing yourself down onto him one last time, your body shuddering, your arousal pouring out of you and staining his work pants. “Does it feel better to fuck me than your wife? Is that it?”

“Yeah, it does. So much better.” San looked down at your lower half, his mouth hanging open, a bit of saliva dripping past his lips as his cock shot out rope after rope into your slick hole. He wished he could see it pouring into you, wanting to witness the mark he left inside your body.

You let out a satisfied sigh, lifting yourself up from his lap and collecting the bills he offered you, putting them into a neat stack. “I thought so.” Smirking to yourself, you lifted one leg up onto the couch, allowing San to watch as his load dripped out of your pulsing cunt and down your inner leg. “So, will you be coming back next Friday too, Sannie? I’ll have a new routine ready just for you~”

San simply sat there and watched the milky liquid drip down onto his stained tailored pants, knowing there was no way he’d be able to escape your angelic clutches after this. But he still loved his wife. He did. He really did. He just needed to see you a few more times. After that, he would be done.

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FFF: @hwalysm @scuzmunkie @creativechaoticloner@dilucpegg3r @yeosxxx @gemjimin @wonwowzers @sanjoongie @manipulatedstars @k-drizzle 

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[agirlwithglam]

Prioritising: how to prioritise + use it effectively to take control of your life.

Hi girlies🐩💗 So yesterday i was incredibly lazy and unproductive and pathetic. I didn’t do any work and i was mostly on the screens. The worst part about it is that it was unintentional. Meaning that if it was planned as a “off day” bc i did a bunch of work that week, it would be fine. But it wasn’t planned. And it felt utterly horrible.

So i decided to take control of my life because i have no one to blame but MYSELF. I am in complete control of myself so now i am going to use that to my best advantage. It’s time to…

✨prioritise what matters✨

This is a step-by-step guide to how to prioritise what actually matters to you and then acting on it. So without further ado, lettuce(random pun sorry) begin :)

Step 1: figure out whats important to you/ your goals.

What’s important to you in life? Is it being online and scrolling on your phone all day? Or is it getting good grades, staying healthy and happy? What is it? Identify this first.

For me, its:

Time with loved ones

Enough sleep

Good grades + being smart & educated

Looking and feeling good + taking care of myself

Having hobbies & skills

God

This is the first step to learning how to prioritising things. It’s not about doing a bunch of hard work for something that you dont even care about, it’s so that you can do a bunch of hard work for something you do care about, so you’re working towards a goal.

Step 2: make an action plan to achieve/ accomplish these.

So now that you know whats really important and what matters to you (aka your goals), create some bullet points/ things you can do to achieve those goals.

For example;

Goal: spending more time with loved ones

Spend time with my sibling

Talk more to my parents

Call grandma / friends

Goal: getting high grades + being smart & educated

Study study study. Study for tests at least a week in advance

Read a lot. Not just what you normally read, read outside your comfort zone! (So for me this would be history, classics, arts & fashion, etc.)

Listen to podcasts about different things

Goal: feeling & looking good + taking care of myself

Wash hair 2x a week

Skincare

Pamper yourself + self care days

Exercise

Going outside/ walking

Posture!! (Calling YOU out)

Final: execution

Once you know these mini goals/ habits/ steps you need to take, then its time for the most important part:

Execution.

Doing all this, is completely USELESS if you don’t apply it to your life. So now it’s time to actually do it.

“B-b-but i dont have time!”

Um okay.. but you have time for scrolling? Use this thing i once heard called “time stealing”.

Whenever you catch yourself scrolling or doing something unintentionally unproductive, then stop yourself and use that time instead on doing something that moves you towards your goal.

Having the steps you can take to reach those goals written down somewhere means that whenever you feel bored or need something productive to do, you have those things to go to!

Xoxo, Vanilla.

[styona]

I freaking love the fact that this happens every single time Ghost drops literally anything

Tobias:

The fandom:

That's the only thing that never changes. Everything else is as variable as it can possibly get.

[blackholesun321]

Guys while hallucinating on my new meds, I came to the realization that Mihawk was out on the open seas as swordsman since he was a teenager maybe even younger…. Did he ever finish a normal education?

Scratch that did he even have a normal education? Does he know math? Can my guy tell me the quadratic formula? Like I think we all forget as individuals how much school taught us yes the school system is broken blah blah but guys we understand germ theory and how birds fly and chemistry and biology that people just 60 years ago wouldn’t have known and would have killed to know, like I’m sure he can write and I’m pretty sure he can read but does he know how the moon pulls the tide? Did he know the earth wasn’t flat until he saw a globe for the first time?

Have we as individuals been bamboozled by the stoic gothic refinement of luxury that Mihawk projects we completely overlooked they fact the guy probably doesn’t know salt is a rock? Like wanna bet he saw how cool the over the top refined gay goth was and just like tailored that too his vibe but he’s never actually read a classic in his life?

What I’m trying to get at is Shanks who grew up around some of the smartest people in the world who spoke multiple languages, one was a doctor and you know Rayliegh who definitely doubled as a quartermaster might have a higher education then Mihawk.

Like I think it would be funny if Shanks was the guy who read books on Philosophy and artistic historical movements throughout the world (cough to impress Mihawk cough) and Mihawk doesn’t know how fish breathe underwater and has never read anything higher the a YA novel. (Which are awesome books but talk about reading a book by its cover! Lol… I’ll see myself out.)

[oobbbear]

Pspspss opening GF doodle request for today

[faxaway]

hello embarrassed anon here can we pls get a sexy GV god bless

hi embarrassed anon <3 shameless artist here to give you a big kiss and throw this obnoxious hunk of plastic at you

thank you for the ask!!! clearly i enjoyed myself. like, maybe a little too much. my first hornypost here and it's this bastard. it tracks <3

anyway someone fire the cyberlife marketing guy

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE VIRMIRE SURVIVOR SURVIVORS

Spectre Ashley Williams & Spectre Kaidan Alenko "Not a lot of other people have had my back since the beginning..." Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[coconut530]

💍PUT A RING ON IT💍

[yandere-dump]

Botched One Night Stand Yandere

Trigger Warnings - gore, violence, noncon/dubcon (they’re both really drunk/under the influence initially and there’s implications at the end), forced marriage, explicit sex scenes, there are cuss words (these warnings are for the work as a whole, like all the parts, so even tho this first part is mostly sfw I feel like I gotta tell u what ur getting into)

A/N: Sorry if this is horrendously formatted. This is my first post so tell me if I am doing smth wrong. Plz be nice abt it tho cuz fr I'm sensitive. Criticism is very welcome just please do a little compliment sandwich thnx

Usurper Yandere x Powerless Prince

Qing Simei woke up first, slowly sitting up in bed to avoid exacerbating his absolutely awful hangover. The pounding in his skull fucking hurt, and the sunlight streaming in from the window wasn’t doing him any favors. He did a big stretch, savoring the lovely release of tension from his back, before groggily rubbing at his eyes. Had he woken up late? The windows by his bed were all west-facing, so the direct sunlight to the face was somewhat unusual.

He turned to his left only to find an unfamiliar wall and—who was that? Mussed hair, kissable lips, and a massive amount of hickeys polka-dotting the man’s neck and shoulders. His eyes followed the path of soft, silky black hair as it flowed over the man’s chest and under the blanket where he could see the trail of hickeys continue underneath it all. Holy fuck he chewed this man up. What was he, an animal? His face was already burning in embarrassment at the sight. It only got worse as memories of the previous night began to resurface. Hot, sticky and lurid scenes from only hours before floated to the forefront as he tried to think of literally anything other than the handsome reminder of his mistake sleeping next to him.

He practically jumped out of his skin as the man groaned sleepily and proceeded to wrap those deliciously muscled arms around his waist. “Go back to sleep, sweet thing,” the man purred, causing Simei’s heart to leap into his throat. The lazy kisses on his stomach weren’t helping either, further distracting him from the pressing issue at hand. He prodded at the arm around his waist, “I need to go,” he muttered aloud. The man’s eyes snapped open. “You’re running off?” he said with an accusatory glare, grip tightening on his midsection.

“I’ll be back,” he searched for some kind of excuse, “I just want to wash up, I promise.” There was a pause, but the other seemed to believe him and let him slip out of his constricting hold.

He escaped from the curtained bed and feigned a relaxed walk towards the partition that hid the washbasin. Thankfully, he found his dark brown puddle of clothing behind the folding screen where he’d been bent over before they’d even made it to the bed. He hurriedly dressed himself, putting on his outer layers and belt before frantically tying up his hair so he wouldn’t look like a mess. Well, any more like a mess than he already did. If he had time he should at least check in the mirror for any visible hickeys. He quickly put on his shoes so he could take a sneaky glance back over the partition to gauge if the other man had caught on yet. He peeked over the thing, only to make direct eye contact with the other man who could probably only see the top of his head from their spot on the bed. That was enough, however, as his plans to flee were given away by the hastily placed hairpiece atop his haphazardly tied up hair. He froze, caught in the act. All those beautiful muscles tensed, and something primal in him instinctively knew he had to run. Just as the man lunged, he broke eye contact to clumsily scramble out the window.

He landed with a thud, the almost collision giving a poor vendor a terrible fright as he narrowly avoided skewering himself on sticks of candied fruit. Throwing out a half-baked apology, he saw his pursuer in his peripheral vision and bolted like a frightened deer. He ran as fast as he could, hoping to lose him within the sprawling streets of the capital. After taking a couple shortcuts through the winding streets, he made it to the palace walls. He scaled the wall with help from the great peach tree that grew inside, the pink petals raining down as his weight made the branches shake. He climbed down from the boughs just as one of the guards came around the corner.

“You!” the armed guard rushed over, “You’re in so much trouble, young man!” The older man dragged him along towards the emperor’s quarters. “Slinking about is unbefitting of a prince!” he scolded, “His Majesty had us searching the palace grounds all morning for your lousy ass!”

“Sorry, things, uh, kind of got out of hand,” Qing Simei responded sheepishly, “the plan was to be back by dawn.”

“Stick to the plan next time, wouldja? You nearly got my ass beat and the Crown Prince is already on edge with whatever shit the nobles got going on.”

He let go of his arm once the two of them reached the emperor’s chambers. A eunuch announced the arrival of the younger prince, who bowed low before greeting his father and brother. He kept his gaze riveted to the floor, fighting the wave of embarrassment that threatened to drown him. The soft clink of teacups being put down and the rustling of cloth were the only noises in the room.

“You may rise,” the emperor remarked, “Skulking about is unbecoming. Only a guilty man sneaks around like a rat.”

“Forgive me father,” he dropped to his knees, “I was careless. I should’ve acquired permission before leaving the palace.” His brother leveled a stern look at him.

“What was it that you were doing to warrant such secrecy?”

“I went out drinking…” an arched eyebrow implicitly asked him why he didn’t raid the palace’s wine store, “in a gambling den in the city.”

His father sighed, “Don't let the ruckus you caused today happen again,” but the disappointment in his tone was laced with something lighter. He gestured for them to leave the room, probably so he could have some time for himself since his morning was upturned by this fiasco.

The Crown Prince smoothly rose to his feet, “I’ll walk you to your quarters.”

Qing Simei scrambled to his feet, having to take a second since the ground seemed to lurch beneath him for a moment. He hopped over the threshold and trotted after his brother, who was already making his way down the path with his hands clasped behind his back. “Sorry for worrying you and father,” he said sheepishly.

“At least tell me next time you decide to pull a stunt like this,” his older brother responded, “if I knew who you were with, this wouldn’t have happened. We were about to issue a citywide lockdown.”

“Are you saying you’d cover for me?” he gave the other an odd look.

“I’m not promising anything, but there are many who might seek to use you,” he pinched the younger’s cheek, “and if you did do something stupid, it’d be too late for us to bail you out of trouble.”

“Augh, I cut it out!” he grumbled, “I get it, I get it! I should’ve known better!” When he was released, he rubbed at his now pinker cheek and pouted. The Crown Prince coughed loudly in a poorly disguised attempt to hide his snort. He was about to retort when something in the corner of his eye made him freeze in his tracks. Hot mystery morning man was here, in the palace. He stood in the sunny courtyard, dressed in a glorious deep burgundy, and cutting a formidable figure with his stern expression. His sibling noticed his ogling, quirking an eyebrow and slowing down slightly so as to not leave him behind. Oh shit, he was being super obvious about it, wasn’t he? Ducking his head and hoping that the shadow of the shaded walkway would hide him, he sidled up to his brother.

“Who’s that in the red?” the other turned to look and he quickly covered his face hissing, “Don't tip him off!”

The Crown Prince rolled his eyes, “You’re the one kicking up a fuss. Are you talking about the one in the maroon with the black belt?”

“Yes that one!”

“Tong Xinjia?”

“Tong Xinjia? Shit!”

“How do you know him?” his brother’s eyes narrowed, his expression shuttering closed, “You’ve never taken an interest in politics before.”

“Uh, I was just curious,” he trailed off as he saw his brother’s dubious expression, “you’re not buying that are you?”

He briefly considered lying, but knew his brother would see through him immediately and assume that he and his mother’s family were looking to vie for the throne. “Okay, fine! I bumped into him at the gambling den, but I didn’t realize he was someone important!”

“You just happened to encounter them?” He wasn’t in the clear yet.

“He was pretty, okay? I didn’t know who he was! I’m never at Court meetings anyway so how was I supposed to know? You know I’m a sucker for a pretty face!” he explained, hiding the tinge of fear behind overblown exasperation.

“Well, avoid him in the future. His family is the head of the opposing faction and we can’t afford to have you be deceived by pretty lies,” his brother’s expression opened up again, and he could tell the wall had come down. He gave him a pat on the shoulder, stating, “I’ll find you a proper gambling buddy.”

“Oh no it’s fine—” he received a pointed look and deflated, “yeah, I suppose it would be a shame to let all your hard work go to waste.” It was no use fighting his brother on these matters anyway.

By then the two of them had arrived at his end of the palace compound. Hopefully they would part ways here and they could leave it at that.

“Good. Let’s get you some soup for your hangover as well.” Rather than leaving, the Crown prince proceeded to enter and began ordering around Simei’s servants.

“Oh no you really don’t have to…” he trailed off, futilely standing in the doorway, kind of hoping his brother would get the idea and leave.

The man in question was not picking up on the cues, perhaps purposely so. “It’s no issue, I have some time before my next meeting and it’s been a good while since we’ve talked.”

Qing Simei closed his eyes for a moment and fought the urge to sigh. Deep breaths, it’d be over soon. His brother would leave as soon as his suspicions were dispelled. He just had to humor him for a bit and then he’d get some lovely peace and quiet.

“Sit down, sit down,” the Crown Prince urged, “Have some tea while the soup is being prepared.”

Begrudgingly, he sat down beside his brother as he felt the sting of being treated like a guest in his own space.

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Plucking away at your happiness.

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Another fic fanart, this time it's inspired by another @merakiui's masterpiece: His Blueberry Eyes 💙💙 Go check the fic out! But do read the warnings first cause, boy... ngl, this one's heavy--

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[OC] Ninomiya Kanako (Kana) - Character Profile

🍎The cold but resolute asocial who's obsessed with her Family! Ninomiya Kanako!🍎

You can go to this link to our Oniyanagi Wiki site for her full character page!

"Kurumi is my twin, so do treat her well. That's neither a request nor a suggestion."

Kana is one of the two 10th generation bosses of the Oniyanagi yakuza family (alongside Kurumi). She is a talented assassin who's fortunately currently under a temporary restriction, so you're totally safe as long as you don't get in her way.

Age: 15 Birthday: December 13 Zodiac Sign: ♐︎Sagittarius Height: 157cm Weight: 46.5kg Gender: ? Country of origin: Japan MBTI: ISFJ Favorite author: Osamu Dazai Favorite food: "Anything sweet will do", Kurumi's cooking

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PERSONALITY: As if she's in a perpetual game of poker, she keeps her cards close to her chest with an unreadable expression.

Kana has a stoic demeanor and her expressions are often devoid of any emotion (even in the face of life-threatening situations). When she does show it, it usually means bad things (not for her). She is also a natural liar and can be very manipulative.

She's an old soul who doesn't like wasting time on things that don't matter. She doesn't have any special interests and also doesn't derive any pleasure or regret from her talent, or so what she says. When in truth, she has a large amount of hidden bloodlust that she has trained to keep under control - for her Family's peace of mind.

One of the very few exceptions that stands out from this dull and empty existence is her love for her twin. Kurumi's safety is also your safety.

SPECIALTY: If it's for her Family, there is nothing she won't cut down.

Kana is a swordsman but she also has a special talent for assassination. She can somehow use any item into a murder weapon, no matter if it's a pencil, a soda can, a piece of twig or even a toilet paper. It's also easy for her to hide her presence because her footsteps has no sound (even when she's running in the rain). Out of habit, she sleeps with her eyes open and it creeps a lot of people out.

DAILY LIFE: Despite certain difficulties, she wants the people that she cherishes to live freely and be true to themselves.

Her Family members are quite the pieces of work - a very lonely, miserable and dishonest bunch looking for a place to belong in this fleeting world. And she is also the same as them. Caring for this Family (in her own way) is a responsibility she took on for herself. She promised, after all. So they should just do whatever their heart desires. Because she's not able to do so for herself anymore.

—Within reason, of course. If Yui were to start causing construction work level noise while working on his robot projects at ungodly hours, she won't hesitate to punch a hole through the wall and tell him to keep it down. If some asshole scum of the earth is trying to court Kurumi? Unacceptable. Fortunately, accidental deaths are a common occurrence.

RELATIONSHIPS: A new school doesn't change anything for her...supposedly.

Reborn: No comment.

Tsuna & Lambo: Don't get ahead of yourselves just because Kurumi is fond of you.

Gokudera: His sister's cooking isn't that bad. Skill issue.

Yamamoto: He's a good kid.

Hibari: This bastard's gonna have to graduate from middle school at some point, right?

Dr. Shamal: There are people in this world who deserve to die. But fellow weeds don't die so easily, don't they?

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Thank you for taking the time to read this! This character...is kindaaaa complicated, so I have a bit of a difficulty coming up with words for her profile. This character can pack so much spoilers lmao. Anyway, I did my best (lol).

Any questions about her or the story is very much appreciated! For credits, all Oniyanagi OCs are by me and @amiahoshi! While for the intro audio, Kana is voiced by erushaVA and I also got the background music here from MusMus! The audio art used above is inspired from En/kidu's April Fools art lmao:

"Kana outright doesn't care and doesn't think about gender or pronouns."

The next one will be Yui's, but that will be for late-July/early-August since I'll be too busy studying in the coming weeks. I think I'll start on the webcomic once I'm done with Yui's ref sheet.

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March 30th