#((henlo again friend!!)

[roscvcins]

@headshaker asked : "Actually all of my systems are nervous." for Nie Shaoxi?

"IS THAT SO?" The grave and serious face is maintained for only moments longer - she grimaces out of the expression like her very features REBELLED - and shakes her head, slanting once again to the left, lazily leaning against the low table. "Ah, I'll leave the lectures for your brother. I was no better, when I was your age." She might be an elder - but she REMEMBERS being young.

Hums, fingertips tapping the glazed wood, eyes sparkling with faraway mischief as she reminisces. "Shooting birds in the back woods, drinking with hunters and their wives, running off to see the town and winding up at the local teahouse playing xiao for the courtesans - all the while I was supposed to be meditating on scriptures in front of the Buddhas, mind you. All things that would've - and DID - give my shifu an apoplexy."

Stretches, and suppresses a yawn - it isn't so awfully early, but she's never been much of a morning person. "YOU'RE just old enough to be finding your way in the world - OF COURSE you're more interested in finding trouble than, say, your saber." It's just that N.ie M.ingjue didn't have that same luxury, is all - that boy grew up TOO FAST, because he had to. "So there's nothing to be nervous about, H.uaisang. You've got time. Just DO YOUR BEST at practice. And maybe you hate it, and maybe you're bad at it - or maybe you find the fun, someday. Maybe one day you won't have to think of it at all. It might not seem like it right now, but - your life isn't going to be this way forever."

[obeymematches]

I saw one of your stories and I got immediately interested by one of them, then I had an idea more like a head Canon maybe-

So you and Solomon are making a potion for class one of the brothers came into the classroom and a big explosion happened one of you and the brothers didn't brace for impact and then suddenly your future child is there I just want to see everybody's reaction or maybe what will they do in that situation (sorry it's a bit weird but yeah that's all I came up with in my head) ^^"

henlo!!! So you sent in this ask almost 3 years ago (may 20th 2021) I'm so so so sorry i didn't reply sooner, you're probably over this by now 😅 but i felt inspired to write it today so here we go 🫶

🌸Meeting your future kid with him🌸

GN MC

Okay so this time Solomon has some homework to do... sending this kiddo back without messing with the future is gonna take time. Until then you must take care of them! You are the parent afterall!!

Lucifer: 4 months old

Not gonna lie it took him the longest to realize it's YOUR baby WITH him! In his defense, babies can look a bit weird. The baby definitely has your mouth, but his eyes and hairline. He didn't see many infant in his life so this is all new! You can literally see his heart melt when the little baby smiles at him! Shares his part with pride, changes diapers, carries the baby around....just take over when the baby is fussy.

MC I can't wait to meet the baby again... I miss them already, isn't that funny?

Mammon: 3yrs old

Your toddler immediately recognized you and Mammon. You and him looked at each other with an awkward stare, his face is as red as it can be- you are definitely not ready for kids!!! The fact that around 3 years old kids looove disobeying on purpose doesn't help. Mammon gets the hang of it though, he looves his little troublemaker! They could play all day long.

I wanna see ya grow up little man- I looove being your dad!

Levi: 8yrs old

Again, the kis recognizes you and him. Right now he keeps telling you he isn't ready for kids and might never be; same as you!! So how did this happen??? Do you must have one in the future??? Thankfully with an 8yrs old you can already have a conversation, play games with, etc so by the time it's over he grows very fond of them.

MC... I think I have changed my mind- having a kid is a lot like having a small best friend!

Satan: 16yrs

Ah. Your child is as upset as any 16 yr old would be in this case, leaving you and Satan no time to think about the fact you made this person. He does his absolute best to stay calm and see things from the kid's POV, but man is it difficult when your teen keeps lying about important stuff, escapes the house as soon as you lower your guard, fights with anyone over and over who doesn't do as they want despite being so so so sensitive... it is tiring.

I wish I could see what they were like as a little kid... why did I think teens were easy?!

Asmo: 13 yrs

Okay he is very quick at recognizing his own kid; he has YOUR and HIS face memorized. Starts sobbing when he realizes what this means; you are going to be parents!! The thought of loving someone sooo much just sends him over the edge. He buys everyone matching clothes, plans so many vacations you are rarely at home, surprisingly good at answering questions your little one has. (Very comforting, builds their confidence as much as he can!!)

MC, how do I look as a parent? You still love me?

Beel: 1 yr old

Okay, it was obvious the baby is a perfect mix of you two; his eyes are definitely yours though! Beel finds this job to be super important so he spends almost all day with the baby. They play peek-a-boo, he helps your kid to learn to walk and eat with hands, carries them on his shoulder when they get tired. Honestly he doesn't want to let them go back.

MC... I think we should have at least 3 kids!"

Belphie: 6yrs

Okay, he never would've thought he'd have a kid with you; first, you are dating someone else right now and second, he doesn't really like kids. So this one's gonna be complicated. His face turns red though as he has always liked you but you made it clear he is not really your type. Co-parenting brought you much closer; you could see how calm he can stay when he wants to, and how smart he actually is especially when the 6 years old doesn't stop with their questions. How it continues after the kid is back in the future is up to you babe!

[britts-galaxy-brain]

The last microthread of good faith I had for Mikaila is gone.

Reblogging Lily's disgusting, cruel, misinformation-coated rant against people who struggle with addiction and tagging it "very important" as if it isn't nothing but the ranting of a callous piece of shit with no basis in reality.

You know damn well weed doesn't kill people. You know damn well addiction is never as simple as "well uhh have you tried NOT being addicted??" You know damn well Lily is LYING ABOUT A DEAD FAMILY MEMBER to push blatant fucking war on drugs propaganda.

This isn't even something about Lily personally that she can spin. This is just outright fucking cruelty that Mikaila is signing off on.

This says so much about you.

[aziraphales-library]

Henlo!

Im having a craving for some Book-Canon or partial Book-Canon with Hurt/Comfort or Angst with Crowley being the one Hurt/in distress/whump-ed/etc. , and thought I'd ask for some recommendations, since its really hard to find bookcanon fics nowadays, i thought maybe you encountered some

Thank you so much!

We have a #book omens tag. Here are a couple of newer fics that use book canon and a couple of older fics (if in doubt, go back in the search results to before the show was out!)...

Anytime. by sergeant_smudge (T)

There's icy water in his lungs, and he can't seem to remember that he doesn't need to breathe. Thoughts while drowning and a rescue.

A Strange Feeling With Regard to You by KannaOphelia (G)

Aziraphale and Crowley have drifted into congenial retirement in the South Downs together. They're closer than they have ever been—until Crowley is violently taken from Aziraphale. They say you don't know what you've got until it's gone.

Thy Demon Doth Grow Cold by wick_de_la_vela (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale, married for several years by now, take a much deserved holiday. Then Crowley goes missing.

Mimicry by Macx (M)

Something has been stolen from both Heaven and Hell... by a human. It's up to Aziraphale and Crowley to get it back. And it's much more than meets the eyes.

A Blessing and a Curse by black_katana (T)

Adam told them they’d be left alone. But Crowley hadn’t gotten this far without being paranoid- which is, in fact, a well adjusted response to having spent any time at all in Hell. Which is why he’s not actually all that surprised at Hastur once again showing up in his flat for some unsanctioned, good old-fashioned revenge- and a with a curse for good measure. Afterwards, Crowley will need the help of Aziraphale, his closest friend- and also the object of his long term affections that he's never acted on- to figure out how to prevent the curse from becoming permanent. - This story takes place after the events of the book. The characters are very much influenced by the book, but some elements from the TV show do creep in.

Don't Play With Holy Water by ImprobableDreams900 (M)

When the Bentley goes missing, Crowley isn't sure what to make of it. Unbeknownst to him, a certain lurking demon is waiting to settle an old score...

- Mod D

[yaralulus-secret-santa]

henlo... apologies... the AO3 curse has found me...

pls enjoy the first of three gifts... @yaralulu for @acotargiftexchange u will receive another one today as well...

this was also supposed 2 be a hint for the type of content i write... so now.. u will be sure

the expendables

Eris, Tamlin and Jurian are three souls that don’t belong. The first is an heir who will never inherit anything, the second is a savage monster wearing a crown and the last is a human who isn’t capable of anything good. What happens when they come together and realize that pain is best healed together?

TAGS: NSFW / EXPLICIT, Jurian x Eris x Tamlin

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

“What are you doing?”

Tamlin’s voice is an easy rumble, as if the day of war planning had stolen any pretenses of politeness. He sounds tired, and he sounds more like himself. He doesn’t care for the enchanted cabins, or the cluster of soldiers. He likes to make camp further out, and keep his fire unlit. The warmth does nothing for him anymore, and he no longer wants to keep the darkness at bay.

(It finds him anyway.)

He doesn’t look up as Eris slides beside him on his log, an expensive bottle in hand and two glasses. The Autumn son snaps, immediately lighting a flame before them and Tamlin sighs. He prefers to wallow in private. 

“Nothing that concerns you, feel free to carry on sulking. All that brow furrowing is going to give you wrinkles.”

“Only humans get wrinkles.”

“Hm, that’s what Big Glamour wants you to think,” Eris winks.

The cork comes off with a pop, and Eris pours a drink in both glasses. He picks his up and downs it once, before filling it up again. Tamlin’s is left on the ground between them.

“I mean, why do you keep doing that,” Tamlin emphasizes, nodding towards the bottle. “Here.”

It’s not the first time that Eris has planted himself beside the Spring Faerie; it’s almost routine by now. A long day of fighting, either enemies or their own allies, the sun sets and somehow, he finds himself wandering to find the sulking Tamlin. Tamlin is no good company, and yet Eris finds him anyway.

“It’s quiet here, and you don’t really care, do you?”

Tamlin does not. He’s used to being alone, and after what the soldiers have seen on the battlefield, they give him a wide berth. The only people who care to bother him are his brothers, when they aren’t busy, and those of higher ranks like Eris and Jurian. Speaking of the human General, he hasn’t shown his face yet. He’s bound to arrive and shatter any moment of peace left in this damned war.

He reaches for the second glass, downing it and setting it back down.

“Attaboy,” Eris praises and fills the glass up again. 

The Autumn faerie empties his glass once more before speaking. “You really should quit sulking. Faeries like us, we aren’t meant to survive this war. If you’re lucky, you’ll die honorably instead of a timely and embarrassing accident orchestrated by your father.”

Neither of their High Lords intend to surrender their seats, and even Eris with his pride can admit that Tamlin is as big of a threat to the Spring Court as he is to Autumn. 

“And that… is something to look forward to?”

“No, I just think it’s freeing. We can, and should do whatever we want. We can live like humans and their fleeting lives.”

Tamlin still doesn’t understand. Their lives are so short, and each moment feels like it should be crucial to them. He doesn’t know how that translates into his own life. He frowns, taking the glass into his hand and looking at the way the flames light up the crystal and the amber liquid within.

Eris gives him a sideways glance, incredulous and returns his attention ahead of him.

“We could do something wild, like stage a coup. What can they do to us? Beat us? Send us to war? Kill us?” His laughter is the crackle-and-pop of a campfire, dangerously subtle and comforting. “Wouldn’t it be fun, Tammy? Oh, what a pair we would be.”

They aren’t friends. They have nothing in common, and perhaps that is why Eris feels safe to utter the most treacherous thoughts or allow Tamlin’s silence to blanket him. Tamlin isn’t nearly as ambitious as any one of Eris’ brothers.

He glances at Eris, as if the answer would be etched there on the side of his face, somewhere along the height of his cheek bones or the strength of his handsome jaw. It isn’t. All he has is the memory of him one night, without warning or precedent, sitting beside him and doing… nothing. He’d come, sometimes with nothing and sometimes with a drink, spend the night and vanish. His visits are infrequent, but the more Tamlin thinks about it, the more he realizes that it’s the hard days that bring him here.

Hm, he ponders. Tamlin thought hard days were best spent alone.

The sound of rustling has his ear twitching. Faint, but still there. The culprit is well-versed in discretion, like the very best of spies, and the most human ones.

“Did someone say a coup?”

Eris sighs, palming his face. “Go away, Jurian. How do you keep finding us?”

“Well, it’s not that hard. You’re always here. I’m just going to squeeze,” the human says, stepping into the space between them. It’s not enough for any additional person, but he hopes to squish himself between the faeries and one of them will yield. Probably. Probably not, none of them were taught to do that. “Right in here.” Jurian keeps wiggling his hips against their shoulders for more space.

In the end, Tamlin slides over to make space for the human.

“Why the fuc—!” Eris hisses. “Get your filthy hands off—This bottle is worth more than your entire existence!”

“Gimme, gimme, gimme, I’ll tell everyone you’re staging a coup. Just give me sippy,” Jurian counters, leaning in close with puckered lips.

“Why are you trying to—” Eris bristles, the ends of his hair lighting up with the threat of a flame.

Tamlin turns his head, trying to hide his smile as Jurian distracts Eris with the threat of a kiss. In a moment of disgusted distraction, the human snatches the bottle and suckles at its teat with the voracity of a starving, abandoned kitten.

“You fucking idiot.” There is an attempt to snatch the bottle back, and Tamlin gets elbowed in the process. “That’s going to kill you, you moronic mortal!”

Tamlin sighs; Jurian’s body is turned towards him, making it easier for him to gently take the bottle away from him. He’s so much stronger that there isn’t much of a fight. It helps that Eris is pulling on his hair, too, trying to free this stray from his own idiocy. Tamlin sets the bottle on his side, where it’s an even bigger challenge to steal from.

“Whoa. Whoa.”

Jurian’s eyes are blown wide, the brown of his irises are nothing more than a thin ring around his pupils. The world must look so different to him, and Tamlin can only watch in fascination as the human’s hands flare around each of their chests—one on Tamlin’s left pectoral, and the other on Eris’ right one (which is quickly slapped away with a vicious ‘don’t touch me’).

The smile on Tamlin’s face lingers as he watches Jurian experience their world for the first time. Every sound and sight demands his attention, and the alcohol has him wobbling like a newborn. Tamlin laughs softly, and Jurian snaps his head towards him. He stares at Tamlin’s lips, fascinated by the source of the sound. Out of the corner of his eye, Tamlin sees Eris leaning forward to stare at him with mild disgust and… confusion?

“You’re…” Eris huffs, unsure of the words to choose, so he abandons the thought.

Jurian cups Tamlin’s face, getting close and staring at Tamlin’s mouth as if his mouth depended on it.

“Do it again.” Jurian’s voice carries a very heavy slur to it.

Laughter, especially coming from any of the Spring sons, without bitterness and vitriol is such a strange sound, even to Tamlin himself. His cheeks hurt from smiling, and watching the ridiculousness of Jurian who doesn’t belong here among creatures that loathe him. Yet Jurian always finds a way to amuse himself, and he seems so… alive. Is this what Eris meant?

Tamlin can’t force a laugh, but he chuckles.

Jurian’s eyes widen, and he gets closer, staring at Tamlin’s mouth and teeth. He sticks an exploratory finger in Tamlin’s mouth, and the surprise of it all has Tamlin laughing again. The human is strange—so strange.

“I’d bite it off if I were you,” Eris complains distantly.

But no. Tamlin is happy to indulge Jurian’s curiosity, opening his mouth and allowing Jurian to run his fingers over the points of his fangs, and the soft curve of his lip. It’s not his fault, he’s drunk. That was Eris’ goal, wasn’t it? Jurian simply beat them there.

“What sharp teeth you have,” Jurian breathes; his voice takes on a different intonation. “What a beautiful fucking mouth.” He has the mind to withdraw his hand from the beastly fae’s face, and he must not notice the way Tamlin’s breath hitches. “Can I put my cock in it?”

“Jurian!” Eris snaps.

“Alright.”

“Tamlin!”

The human hops to his feet, and clears the space between the faeries. Tamlin holds Eris’ gaze, finding the hollowness there—the growing emptiness in his soul that should have been filled with the love of family, friends and so much more. It was carved out of him as a child. Eris tries to fill it with ambition, pride and callousness, but the darkness takes it all. It’s a pain that no one else can see, hidden beneath enchanted emberworm threads, and all the privilege in the world.

Tamlin shares the same wound.

“You told me to stop sulking,” is all Tamlin says.

“That’s not—” Eris huffs, interrupted by the clink of Jurian’s belt hitting the ground. His amber eyes flicker to those scarred hands, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. He watches as Jurian sways, an eager flush on his face. Jurian’s tongue is caught between his own teeth and there’s a furrow to his dark brow as he tries to figure out this frustratingly simple thing. The human is not particularly handsome. His hair is wild, and his chin carries a permanent stubble. His weak body carries scars a lot easier than faeries. Calluses, too. It occurs to Eris that he has never had a human before, but Jurian’s interest is not… in him. He abandons his complaints, glancing away to hide his own flush.

Eris has yet to decide if he wants to demand attention or simply… watch. He is learning so much about Spring’s youngest. “You’re really going to just let him use you? A human? Have you even fucked anyone before?”

Tamlin had begun to lean in, inspecting the erection presented to him. Jurian is a decent size, among the average of cocks Tamlin has seen in the barracks and baths. It smells of him, concentrated and musky, but not bad, not bad at all. He is in the midst of wondering what it tastes like—what would happen if he were to lick the glistening bead of arousal off the tip—when Eris’ question hits him.

“No, but I suppose as long as there are cocks going into holes, that’s the whole gist of it.”

“That’s not— nevermind.”

Jurian is the perfect subject, an unimportant human whose existence will be nothing more than a blip in the long, long lives of faeries. He is careless, and thoughtless, and willing to do anything like bed anything that tickles his fancy, including Clythia. (Worse, he’ll fuck behind her back, too.) Tamlin feels pity, seeing the way Jurian searches and searches for meaning, trying to find his place in this world that is decaying by the day.

Maybe this is how they all help each other.

Spring’s shapeshifter unfurls his tongue, longer than it should be, even for his species and curls it around the head of Jurian’s cock. He licks it, feeling the way the velvety skin pulls to reveal smoother, sensitive skin underneath. Jurian moans, body trembling under Tamlin’s curious exploration, and he has to hold onto Tamlin’s shoulders to steady himself. Salty-sweet bursts onto his tongue as he licks, then proceeds to suck on the top of Jurian’s penis.

Tamlin takes more and more of Jurian into his mouth, sheathing him completely. The length of him just breaches his throat, but nothing Tamlin can’t accommodate for. He stays there for a moment, listening to the symphony spilling from his lips. It’s beautiful, and Tamlin yearns to hear more of it.

(An errant thought bubbles up in his mind. He misses music, and so he finds it wherever he can.)

He begins to move, gripping Jurian’s waist with his large hands, and bobs his head on his cock. He keeps the human steady, controlling the pace no matter how much Jurian whimpers, moans and begs for more.

“ Ah, Tamlin! More, I need more.”

There’s only so much Eris can take, his own arousal tenting his tailored trousers, before he gets involved. He palms himself, adjusting his cock before he gets up, pressing himself against Jurian’s back. The thing is, he sees right through them both and their shared affliction. A soul can only go so long without being touched, and sooner or later, the desperation sets it. Jurian and Tamlin will never speak of their pain, but Eris can taste it in the air, shrouding the both of them wherever they go.

They have their own ways of pretending not to care, but he can feel it in the human’s body, the way he leans against Eris, trusting him to support him as his bones grow weaker by the minute.

“Touch me, fuck, both of you.”

No, it’s more than touch ; Jurian wants to drown in them. Eris knows because he has that very same thought, envy blooming in his chest. He wants to be in the middle, caught between Tamlin’s protective embrace and the heat of Jurian’s attention. Pale, slender fingers wrap around Jurian’s chin, and forces his gaze downwards where the rightful heir of Spring spears himself on his length. 

“Watch him. He’s doing you a service, stupid human.”

Eris pulls his trousers further down, exposing his ass. His free hand moves to Jurian’s mouth, replacing his moans with choked, wet sounds. He purposely opposes Tamlin’s pace, setting Jurian off-kilter and demanding that he focus on the sensations pulling him to and fro.

“Get it nice and wet, it’s all you’re getting.”

The saliva-slicked fingers slip between the crack of his ass, trailing further and further down. Eris finds Jurian’s furled hole. Each circle he draws against it elicits a soft moan from Jurian. Jurian alternates between trying to get more friction from Tamlin, and pushing back onto Eris.

So, this is what it feels like to be wanted?

Eris’ mask slips as he releases Jurian’s chin, pushing his index into him all while kissing his neck, and nipping his earlobe. His hands wander the expanse of Jurian’s chest, tweaking a nipple harder and harder, listening to the octaves go up. Tamlin seems to enjoy it; he’s moved to stroking Jurian and lapping at his balls. His patience wears thin, adding more digits into him as soon as he can. It must stretch and burn, but Jurian doesn’t complain. He simply yields to whatever the faeries want to do with him.

As soon as he can, Eris frees himself and lines his cock up against his loosened hole. Then, he pushes into him.

Jurian is tighter than any cunt Eris’ father has ever served him, and he runs hot. It feels like an embrace, and Jurian’s hands scrambling to take hold of him, burying his fingers into Eris’ auburn locks. The other hand is fisted into Tamlin’s hair.

“Fuck,” Eris hisses, biting into Jurian’s shoulder. “This is one way to shut you up.” His voice is low and husky.

“I wanna, Iwannacum,” Jurian whisper-pleads. 

A choked sound escapes him; Tamlin has stopped sucking him off. The Spring faerie stands before them, taller than both. His eyes have darkened with hunger, and he pulls off his shirt. The laces on his pants are easily undone, and he rids himself of all other items of clothing. Tamlin is a sight, and before this moment, Eris has never seen him. He’s broad, and a bulk of muscle, but under the moonlight he is beautiful.

Tamlin grips himself, stroking his monstrous length. “You think he can take us both?”

Jurian is not so far gone that he doesn’t realize what’s going on. His eyes widen. Eris’ length already fills him, and he can’t—he can’t take that.

“No, no, no, fuck, it’s not going to fit. Ah! Ah, fuck!”

The cock inside him withdraws, and thrusts back into him, cutting off any useless thoughts. 

“Are you sure? You’d really leave Tamlin out when he’s the one who took such good care of you? If he can’t get what he wants, why should you?” Eris’ finger traces the length of Jurian’s hardness, adding to the overwhelming cacophony of sensations bursting through his body. “He let us into his little space, and you exclude him? Naughty boy.” Eris grips him so tight, his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“It’s fine. Don’t want to hurt him,” Tamlin grunts. He hides his disappointment well. He hides all of him better than any spy within their ranks. He starts to pull away, but Jurian stops him, lifting one leg to better expose himself to Tamlin and catching him by the arm. Eris continues thrusting into him, putting on a show for Tamlin. It’s mean, but Jurian is nothing if not perseverent.

“P-Put it in.”

It does no one any good for Jurian to get hurt, so Tamlin finds himself back on his knees. Tamlin licks into Jurian, coaxing him open as Eris fucks him liberally. He makes sure to get him as wet as possible, but it’s not enough. Jurian is only human.

“He needs more lube.”

“Use his cum,” Eris suggests without missing a beat. “Ready?”

Tamlin nods, and Eris shifts his angle, hitting Jurian’s prostate. The wet sounds of fucking as punctuated with Jurian’s helpless keening. Jurian grabs onto whatever he can, lest the ecstasy sweep him away completely. His face twists into an expression of sheer euphoria as his body tightens, then goes taut like a bowstring. Tamlin puts his mouth around Jurian’s cock, and begins to suck. It’s the last straw—it tips him over into a mind-blowing orgasm. He spills everything he has into Tamlin’s mouth, where the faerie gathers it all.

Cum and saliva are spit into his palm, and the mixture is worked into him alongside Eris’ thrusting member. Tamlin fits one, two, three fingers, but it’s not enough. Tamlin tugs at the edges of Jurian’s hole, as gently as he can without hurting him.

“Just fucking put it in,” Jurian snaps. “Whatever the fuck you think you’ll do, Clythia has,” he pauses, moaning. Even though he’s come, his erection has yet to wane. He can… he wants to come again. “She’s done worse so just fuck me and make me feel good.”

Worse?

Tamlin wants to ask, and Eris simply swears. Now isn’t the time for talks. Jurian has made his request, and Tamlin can only oblige. If it’s the one thing he can give him, then Tamlin will do it.

Eris stops moving to allow Tamlin to work himself into him. It’s a delicate task, and the fit is impossibly tight. Tamlin could cum just from this, and the sight of Jurian writhing in his arms is too much.

“Stop, Jurian, just—for a second.” Tamlin whispers, his touch a lot more delicate than Eris’. The struggle is etched into his face. He guides himself further and further into Jurian. At first, he didn’t think it would be possible, and Jurian’s protest made him hesitate, but no. Jurian really can take him. “Fuck,” he shudders.

“Heavenly, isn’t it?”

“Eris,” Tamlin warns, once fully sheathed inside Jurian alongside Eris.

“Yeah, alright,” Eris reassures, supporting Jurian’s weight in his arms and letting Tamlin take the lead.

The younger faerie moves, testing Jurian’s limits. He wants to give into his desires, but the last thing Tamlin wants is to hurt more people. He moves, and he listens; he’s attentive to all the tells of Jurian’s body, ignoring the way Jurian’s hot hole sucks him in.

“He’s looser now,” Tamlin says through gritted teeth. “Come with me? Both of you?”

He looks at Eris through his blonde lashes, and kisses Jurian’s cheek, all while upping the pace. Tamlin cranes his neck, reaching for Eris over Jurian’s shoulder, and he notices the hesitation before Eris closes the distance to kiss him. 

The kiss—The kiss is everything. Tamlin swears he could have cum with an act as simple as this. It tethers him to this life, and makes him feel more alive than anything has in years. Eris must feel it too because he deepens it, and turns their face to allow Jurian to nuzzle in. The human gets a kiss from each of them as they all come together.

***

“Should I take him to the healer?” Tamlin asks, shifting into a great wolf-bear, and curling around his small human. Eris’ coat is already draped over Jurian, but Tamlin takes extra precautions.

“No, he just needs some salve. I’ll fetch it for him.” Eris moves to leave.

“Eris.”

The Autumn faerie pauses. “What?”

There’s a bite to his words, and Tamlin can’t tell if it’s out of fear for what he’ll say next or if the moment’s over. Their fates won't change. Nothing has changed.

“Nothing. I’ll be here.”

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo

The dad Fyodor anon

Descending from the sky with a request on this fine…. Well it’s night technically but

Ok you get it

You said you write modern AU’s

I have a few in my brain but rn I’m gonna go with the clearest one

You know the kind of stuff I always request

How about Dazai modern au as a young father?

Just him being young (maybe like early 20’s or 19 or something but young, you can pick) and he has a partner. But his partner had become pregnant unexpectedly. And after a really rough and confusing 6 or 7 months, they eventually settle on staying together and his partner wanting to see the pregnancy through (tho they don’t know if they’re gonna keep the child)

Tho ultimately, when the child is born, and Dazai gets to actually hold them, it’s different. And they do decide to keep the child

So basically that happening and Dazai trying to get his life on track so he’s not an absolutely awful father

You can choose if the port mafia is still a thing in this or not if you want more drama

And if Dazai is trying to either get out or work more to be more responsible

And if he turns to Oda for help. And if he was originally considering asking Oda to raise the child because he’s afraid he couldn’t

Essentially just young dad Dazai trying his best

Btw if you’re interested in other kinds of AU requests just lemme know. And maybe I got some Fyodor ones in my brain….. 👀

Happy late holidays friend

“We are Young and We Don't Care ♡⁠˖” - Dad!Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Minimally proofread, Modern AU, reader is afab but gender neutral

Description; Dazai accidentally knocked up his partner, and even hours before the kid is born it's still a mystery whether or not him and his partner will keep it. But things can change, even within seconds.

A/n; Welcome back!!! This ask is cute, I hope I did it justice! Also feel free to drop the new Fyodor ideas ASAP please and thank you 😞🙏💯 Happy late holidays!!

★ Dazais immediate first thought would be to hand over the child to Oda, unsure of his fatherly abilities

★ The reality of fatherhood actually hits him when he holds the baby for the first time and he sobs.

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D/n - Daughters Name

Dazai sat at the bar, swirling the liquid in his glass around. Oda sat next to him, fidgeting with a scrap of paper he found in his pocket earlier that day. "So, what'd you wanna talk about?" He asks Dazai with a cocked eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're runnin' from responsibility again." Oda says, only half serious. Dazai sighs and chuckles quietly, turning to look at Oda. "You know me really well. My partner is pregnant, and I wanted to know if you could..." He trails off at the end, feeling a bit of guilt weighing on his heart. "Take it?" Oda finishes Dazais sentence, being met with a nod from the brunette man. "Yeah. I don't think that I'm ready to be a father, and I'm not leaving my partner, that would be shitty." His gaze wanders towards the windows, the sills covered in a thin veil of glistening snow while flakes fall from the clouds overhead.

"And why is that?" Oda turns his body to face his companion better while resting his head against his fist. "C'mon, you know I'm just not father material. I don't know how to take care of a kid, nor do I know how to bond with it." He tells. His right hand rests on his knee while the other grasps the short whiskey glass by the rim, the orange light from the candles cascading an incandescent glow onto his skin. His cheeks and nose are still slightly red from being exposed to the cold, winter chill of the dark city even though he had gotten inside five minutes ago. "You just sound unwilling to learn, if you ask me." Oda replies. His hand moves from his cheek to run his fingers through his shirt, ginger hair while his statement makes Dazai reflect for a moment. "I don't think I'm able to learn." Oda shakes his head immediately. "You're always able to learn. You just don't want to. I can teach you how to take care of a child, even if you'd still rather hand it over to me." He says, his stubble slightly pricking the back of his hand before he takes a sip of his drink. Dazai sighs with his shoulders slumped, but he eventually nods in agreement. His stubborn personality has a tendency to soften whenever it came to Oda.

Oda started giving Dazai lessons whenever he was able to on how to deal with children, especially newborns. He taught Dazai how to how to hold them correctly and how to swaddle them, amongst many other essential skills for having a child. It took Dazai a couple hundred tries to get the swaddling down, but he was a natural at the multi-tasking part. He could carry around one of Oda's kids in one arm and make a bottle with the other without problem. He was also pretty good with making children laugh, even without trying. Oda taught him how to bathe and change a newborn and told him when the child could have things other than formula or breast milk. He was doing a real good job at shaping Dazai up into a, at the very least, prepared father. Although with these acquired skills, he still had his doubts and second thoughts.

Even as he's sitting in the hospital room with you and all the medical staff, his stomach continues to turn with indecision. He's stuck in a daydream, to keep the child or not to keep the child, that was his only question in the moment. He was so far gone that he barely registered the sound of cries coming from the newborn, but when he did he immediately snapped back into reality. His eyes darted around the room looking for the baby until they landed on her, laying on your chest. Your smile was contagious and Dazai couldn't help but unexpectedly choke up at the sight of the baby. The way you softly shushed her and pet her head made his heart swell. He immediately stood up and reached over to caress her as well, biting back his tears of happiness. He didn't understand how something he considered giving away made him feel this way, so happy.

When the nurses took the baby for the physical assessment, he frowned and reached for your hand. "We're keeping her, I don't want to give her way." Dazai says to you, kissing your forehead. "You did so good." He mumbles against your skin. You thank him and lean back, exhaustion overcoming you. "Good, I'm happy you want to keep her, too." A small smile makes its way to your face. He returns it and stands with you while you wait for the nurses to bring the little girl back. His hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. His eyes light up like no other when he sees the nurse bring your baby back and he almost immediately reaches his arms out to pick her up and take her. His breath hitches and he stares at her sleeping form, unaware of the tears in his eyes until one falls down his face and onto d/n's baby blanket. He bites his lip once again, making them all the rosier as he sniffles and leans down to kiss her forehead.

The sight makes your heart flutter; you really did think Dazai would want to give her away, but he clearly changed his mind. An even bigger smile creeps onto your face when you hear him whispering to her, his dark brown bangs falling infront of his face. "I love you so much! I'm so glad to have you here, you're gonna be daddy's little partner in crime, huh?" You couldn't help but giggle with happiness. You knew neither you nor Dazai would be the perfect parents, but he really seemed like he was gonna try his damnedest for you; for your daughter.

[lunarriviera]

another thrilling spirealm update

henlo my friends yes it's that time once again where i tell you what is happening on the bizarrely named drama "the spirealm," i am at episode 25 having shotgunned it all weekend and i have thoughts, opinions, and a gabillion screencaps of ruan nanzhu looking stricken, i finally had to stop taking them because he has the exact same face of devastated yearning in all of them and i was filling up my cloud drive. spoilers ahoy! [parts one and two are here if you even care]

as just mentioned, ruan nanzhu spends his time looking either 1) icily indifferent (when people who aren't qiushi are talking to him and/or dying in front of him, to his vast annoyance) or 2) torn asunder by pangs of desire (whenever he's staring at qiushi, who's babbling obliviously about science or clues or absolutely nothing of any importance whatsoever). here is a representative screencap but he has this look on his face pretty much continually, like he's just been hit by a car. a car of love.

it makes me put my head in my hands and scream quietly, i haven't seen a BL actor who understood the assignment this well since zhang xincheng or maybe even z1l. (who all clearly not only read the novel but underlined it, highlighted it, and stuck in colored post-it notes.) when not busy with adoration, he swans around being magnificent in a frockcoat like he's edward rochester, while lin qiushi trails behind him wearing a fit he got out of the goodwill box in his college dorm.

in spite of being besties with a literal fashion icon, at no point does it ever seem to occur to lingling "hm maybe i should dress a bit more formally for my imminent demise inside the doors"—no, instead he proudly wears his ratty sweatshirt with holes in it. which i sort of think might belong to huang junjie. idk maybe qiushi trusts it, and feels safe in it, hey look at that i made it sad.

massive power couple energy. also notice how their outfits are exact black-and-white negatives of each other, the harper's bazaar wedding photoshoot would have been so goddamn lit.

taking a brief moment for a shoutout to this guy. chen fei i don't even know what your fate will be but i already know you deserved better. not only do you patch everyone up with your veterinary knowledge, but i have seen your unrequited love. it did not go unobserved. you would have been a great partner, you're unimpressed by everything and drink your soy milk with chilling apathy. i'm real sorry the theatre gay didn't love you back. you're too similar i guess.

back to lin qiushi who has the worst case of main character energy since harry freaking potter. somehow the game is about him??? he has trauma??? none of this was in the novel and i'm just pretending it's not happening until it becomes impossible to ignore. in the meantime he continues to sympathize with door ghosts because he's just that nice of a guy. (EXCEPTION: nanzhu literally murdered two competitors bc they threatened his darling, and lin qiushi helped him cover it up. i was appalled for like 5 minutes then i shrugged. it's a cutthroat game, the doors change people. also it's like captain mal used to say: if someone tries to kill you, you kill 'em right back.) i have big Theories about what is fixing to happen but for now i will end by relating that lin qiushi has gone into a door alone, because he wants to butch up and be a better partner for ruan nanzhu. and that would be a great idea and super helpful except that nanzhu IMMEDIATELY WENT OUT OF HIS MIND WITH BLIND TERROR. outwardly of course he gives no signs of this (other than hiring someone to protect his fragile boyfriend, which, if lingling figures this out, ruan nanzhu will be sleeping on the sofa forever).

here he is pushing food around his plate miserably at lingling's funeral pre-solo-door party. everyone is having such a fun time.

and here he is standing in front of the door waiting like a dumb wounded animal. i have a feeling if lin qiushi doesn't emerge at 15 minutes on the dot, nanzhu will simply expire on the spot, like a wolf separated from its mate. maybe that's the end of the spirealm JUST KIDDING, we still haven't gotten to the part where they're on either side of a different door wailing at each other. i really need lin qiushi to stop being such a cheery equanimous little frat boy and START SUFFERING, can we get some mutual pining up in this bitch. (also i need his hair to change in the traditional BL post-wedding hairstyle alteration because i can't remember at this point if huang junjie even HAS a forehead under that vast curtain of bangs)

to sum up, we've had a) sexy handfeeding of lychees b) tender cat fur removal from face and c) stalking your pretty boyfriend aggressively against the wall so you can…offer him a packet of disinfectant. in the novel of course nanzhu bites him and yes xia zhiguang absolutely knows that's what he's supposed to be doing here, we love to see it.

oh and also d) "i'll protect you. i'll protect you forever."

SOON: THE THRILLING CONCLUSION. IT'LL BE SO FUCKING SAD. PS unrelated to any of this but the OST SLAPS and i sing along every time now, that opening song is an unskippable cut scene of a banger

PS gonna be sad when [redacted] dies, he's a real card. and that other person dies too. and that third person. shit it's about to get messy

[solifloris]

i have arrived

HENLO! I wanted to ask you what kinds of events, clothing, cards, lore, etc... You would want in LaDS for 2025!! :D

HAMSTER PULLING UP IN THE DRIVEWAY WHAT WILL SHE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO omg hi irene my diamond dust I LOVE YOU HEHE 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I JUMPED WHEN I SAW YOU IN MY INBOX 🥰🥰🥰🥰

i'm super bad with these because i'm mostly a go with the flow girl BUT I DO STILL HAVE A MINI LNDS WISHLIST.... ty for letting me yap under the cut hehe

honestly my biggest biggest wish for this game is!!!! that i do hope they stay true to the development of each relationship? whether in main story or in the cards i hope we get like,,,,,,, cards and moments that actually make sense for whatever point of the relationship they want to convey, if that makes sense!!!

BUT ALSO IN A MORE GENERAL SENSE—

sue me but i want more fluffy cards this year... cute maybe a lil cliche-ish BUT JUST LIKE. REALLY SWEET

LIKE DIAL UP ON THE ANGST INFOLD WHFJSJGBHSHGD WE GET ENOUGH OF THAT IN THE MAIN STORY

GIVE US TOOTHROTTING FLUFF TOOO HUHU (<- wanted a fluffy snow banner so bad)

i do hope that for valentines it's more on the softer/sweeter side, like i wouldn't mind if it's spicy but i want so bad to just have a soft moment with the boys ahuhu maybe a cute little "i want to plan a surprise for mc" or like,,,,,, just you knowwwww, moments full of love....

i also hope we get to see more thomas and greyson and jeremiah in cards a lil bit... WE GOT LUKE AND KIERAN TWICE IN SYLUS' RECENT CARDS i hope itll be the same for the other secondary charas too hehe

++++++++ speaking of luke and kieran..... i know we got lore on them but i also want more 😭 AND LIKE MAYBE.. MAYBE A FACE REVEAL OR.. some description from mc... I JUST... I WANT TO KNOWWWWWW

+++++ speaking of LORE i rambled to you on this omg but i want Ever lore so bad

and skyhaven lore

and however the two are related bc i feel it in my gut that they ARE and i hope we get lore on it omg

I ALSO HOPE WE SEE CARTER SOON AGAIN... MORE THAN PRETTY PRIVILEGE, HE JUST INTERESTS ME A LOT...

and ALSO i do hope we get to see more of mc's hunter friends!!!!!! mostly for a worldbuilding thing, because we know she Has Friends but we only knew of tara and then simone and i kinda do hope we see more hehe it'd be nice i think

and i may not be a direct part of the nero fanclub but i have this inkling he'll be a pretty big part of the main story and i really HOPE so too? he's been the member of the association we see the least and i dont want him sidelined like that yknow? :( SO HERE'S TO MORE NERO SCREENTIME THIS YEAR! :D

id say banner or myth reruns too, if thats possible? i think it would be neat... (<- wants master of fate)

+++ .... i do want more outfits for mc in the chocolate shop..... more ones with pants, too!!!!!!!!!

huhu ive been craving dressing mc in a bunch of cute lil outfits i hope we get ones that are more accessible to f2p bc the ones in the lunar shop are PRETTYYYYY but itll take aeons to save for those 😭😭😭😭😭

and for a more caleb-centric wishlist..........

and on that note i do hope they slow down a little with the banners so we have more time to save up too ><

ALSO I ACTUALLY HOPE ILLUSIO BECOMES PERMANENT 😭 OR THEY BRING IT BACK MORE OFTEN 😭 PLEASE I JUST. I WANNA SLOW DANCE WITH LUMIEREEEEEEEEEEE

did i mention fluff bc. I MEAN IT

i actually am a full advocate for slowburn with caleb that i wouldn't mind if we wait super long for the spicier cards or the first kiss card IN FACT I KINDA WOULD LIKE IT... bc i want soft fluffy moments and first dates.... handholding and watching the sunset...

you Also Know This but i also want a hair-ruffling animation for him because please 😭 i don't like my hair getting messed up but meeee i'd let hiiimmmmm 😭😭😭😭

NOT THAT I'D MIND THE SPICY CARDS THOUGH. I MEAN. I'LL NEVER SAY NO TO THEM. i'd let him talk me through i—

you also know this but i desperately want caleb to have something cooking-related, an animation or a card or Whatever The Heck it just HAS TO BE THEREEEEE IT HASSSS TTTOOOOOOO

and like, speaking of outfits? if we don't get some kind of uniform on him i think i'll crash into the infold headquarters myself

AND IMAGINE IF MC GETS A MATCHING MILITARY UNIFORM OR SOMETHING TOO????

also.... all-black outfits for him..............

also..... comfy hoodies and jackets and SWEATPANTS.... ahuhu.... boyfriend vibes...

AND LIKE. I DON'T KNOW BUT. he's always seemed like a motorcycle guy and i Know we have that with sylus already but a girl can DREAM...... (<- lowkey can't see caleb with a car, for some reason)

+++ personal wish because i'm used to firearms but.... caleb with firearms.........

+++++ IMPORTANT BUT I HOPE THE NON-LIMITED MYTH IS ACTUALLY LIKE,,,,, YOU KNOW 😭 A MYTH STORY 😭😭😭😭 i knowwwww what they did with sylus' and i feel like a non-limited myth deserved more than thaaatttt i hope we get a proper myth with caleb huhu

and you know what. this is so far-fetched. but i lowkey want ben starr to have voiced some side character they'll introduce and i'm putting this under the caleb wishlist because 😭 because imagine if it's The side character 😭😭😭😭

also omg. going back to CARDS. . . whdjsjfbehgjhsf caleb's soft whispery voice.... secret times where we get to fall asleep to him speaking....

based on YOUR posts maybe gaming-related cards omg,,,,,

OR THOSE CARDS WHERE WE GET TO RUN AROUND AND I DUNNO,,, PILLOW FIGHT? WATERGUN FIGHT????????

or just :( maybe even a little lullaby... what if he knows mc's favorite lullaby... and he can get her to sleep when shes having trouble or having nightmares or,,,, OUGH

i've lost the plot what were we talking about again i got distracted by caleb

WHJDKANFBAJFBABFHJSF THIS IS SUCH A. SPORADIC POST LMFAO if you cant tell my wishlist is actually just very general 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 BUT ILYSM HEHE <3333333

[rottenraccoons]

Henlo again!

I was wondering what would happen if the LIs and Vesper (after an established relationship) met Vespers family or close relatives /friends in the underground? Like by recognizing Vespers voice for example :3c

*totally not trying to bribe you with my trash again as i hand it to you*

Honestly, I'm not sure! So much of it depends on how Vesper left their home (and what that home was like, and what their relationships on the surface were like), and those are things we've left deliberately ambiguous.

So it could be a nice reunion + introduction to their new love interest, or it could be a total shock to see each other or even being scared, or maybe it's just that meme of the Spider-Mans pointing at each other.

"[Vesper's other name], what are you doing here in the terrible underground marketplace?!"

"If it's so terrible what are you doing here??"

[roscvcins]

Perhaps out of thankfulness, perhaps out of fear - perhaps because she is the closest thing he has left to GENUINE FAMILY - her dianxia has always been kind to her. A spacious mansion, her own servants, a private and luxurious getaway at an inconspicuous corner of the city in which she can spend the days in which she isn't required. Hanzhu doesn't exactly CHAFE under these kindnesses - but she feels STRANGE to be anywhere other than where she is. As such, she does not roam the streets often EITHER - and when she does, she doesn't aim to be particularly traceable, choosing routes that are better suited to cats or winged creatures.

Today, however - she's on OFFICIAL BUSINESS, showing their foreign friend around the city. "...Regrettably, I'm not personally familiar with most of the places of diversion in the capital. I frequent only teahouses, for their talented storytellers." Hands clasped serenely in front of her, stepping lightly into the street at dusk, "But there's a list of establishments that are popular to frequent, I believe. I am happy to accompany you anywhere you should like to go."

@caracarnn liked for a starter !

[cancan-jpg]

HENLO! currently very bored and sick in bed rn, so i thought i'd give everyone an update on the past semester i had at animation school as Proof of Life, since i've been so inactive on main lately hehe!

Spent this entire past semester working on Building A Guy, through four different assignments - design, modelling, texturing/surfacing, and rigging! Super excited to animate him next term!

Got re-elected to Student Council for the 2nd year in a row - i like to think i'm very good at it! :D

Entered a local game jam with some friends, wrote a (still unfinished, still buggy) visual novel, with the rest of my team on art and RenPy code dev, and we won a prize about it! Crazy for a first game!

Went to art galleries and saw selections of Silly Little Guys

Worked at ComicCon at our school's promotional booth! Spent basically a week rushing with friends between class, the con, the occasional evening student council event, home to sleep a few hours, before doing it all over the next day 😵‍💫 loved it though, an artist i hung out with at the con printed Doom Patrol stickers JUST for me since they weren't sure there'd be an audience 🥺 Met interesting folks there, also chased at least one rude karen-type out of our booth

Got really into co-op TTRPGs - my friends and i have board game nights sometimes, and our fave at the moment is a narrative survival Space Horror game called Nemesis! I'm also a Betrayal at the House on the Hill enjoyer, i'm basic <3

Currently lead writer/production designer in an animatic production team for our storyboard class - I can't reveal details publically in case the pitch makes its way into Graduation Film team selection for next year (in which case it'll be watchable one day! By you! But until then we'll sign NDAs for understandable reasons), but YOOOOO i'm hyped!!!! Excited to hopefully spill the beans one day 👀✨️

Ended the term with a bang before passing out with a cold RIGHT at the start of winter break (our winter is in June). Stuck in bed but catching up on media - i finished reading Legends & Lattes (very cute, very gay), watched Team Starkid's "Nerdy Prudes Must Die!" at a friend's recommendation, and borrowed another friend's copy of "The Hand, The Eye & The Heart", a transmasc Mulan retelling in a fantasy setting!

I think that's mostly everything new! Hope to draw for fun again while I'm still on break, and hopefully get around to posting some animations of my silly little guy!!!

[eldritchmochi]

its that time again!! im doing ✨ HOLIDAY CARDS ✨ cos the thing i did with the ween cards where i typed up a single letter and printed several copies worked real well actually, so i will actually get them all out this year

and, if reverse fanmail from urs truly isn't incentive enough, i have a ton of fun making my goofy little stickers so there WILL be gifts (of goofy little stickers) in all mail, including international, cos i talked to the post office yesterday and they said that was chill to do without a customs form lmao

ill keep this form open until ritual sacrifice day (american edition) the last week of November, and will reblog periodically, so pls give me, a stranger on the internet, your address >:3c

[noyzinerd]

Derek the Doggo

Now, I've read a few Sterek AU fics where Derek has to pretend he's a dog/wolf and gets adopted by Stiles, who is none the wiser. Stiles usually talks to his "pet" in these as if he were talking to a person.

That's nice and all, but can someone PLEASE give me a Stiles that speaks to fully-shifted wolf Derek like a tumblr millennial raised on the internet? Like the single, poorly socialized, unhinged, expending-waaaay-too-much-energy-into-his-"fur-baby" dog-mom I know he'd be?

Like, Stiles holding up a mirror up to Derek and going "It you!"

Or, when Derek lays belly-up, paws to the ceiling, and stretches his toes wide, Stiles says sagely, "Ah, yes.The beans are coming in nicely this year."

Or Stiles putting Derek in a hotdog costume.

Or decorating his entire place with balloons and streamers and ordering an elaborate, dog-safe cake made of peanut butter and Milkbones to celebrate their one-month-iversary since the adoption.

Stiles hiring a professional baby photographer for a photoshoot.

Stiles setting up a Zoom call for Derek with another friend's dog, in which, Derek just sits there, looking awkwardly between Stiles and the other dog like "What exactly am I supposed to do here?", because he's a full grown man expected to have a "conversation" over videochat with a dog like they're supposed to bark back and forth about the weather or park recommendations or something.

Stiles making Derek a Twitter account and constantly posting as him in doggo speak (which he reads out loud, in a voice he imagines Derek would have, as he types). Like "Henlo! I is heckin good boi derk! Big anger! Much grump!" Or "No bork. Only O\m/O". Or "Mmmm hooman shoes omnomnomnom 😋"

And when Derek tears into things or misbehaves in an attempt to upset Stiles, he's just met with a psuedo-stern "Wuh-oh. Looks like Hurricane Derek strikes again. I hereby sentence you to 3 hours of cruel and unusual punishment!" Before being put in a cone of shame.

Bonus points if, after Derek shifts back, it turns out Stiles already knew he was a werewolf (maybe not the whole time, but definitely early on). He just wanted to see how far he could push things until the mysterious werewolf he had adopted finally showed himself and revealed whatever he was planning.

(If there is, by miracles of miracles, already a fic like this, recs would by greatly appreciated!)

[dilatorywriting]

Bonjour! It’s been a bit, hope you’re doing well. Uhhh depending on where you are this might be different but uhh, 🪄🎊HAPPY NEW YEAR✨🎏 Dilatory—!

Hope this new year will serve you better than last year, sincerely hope the fics continue too but knowing the horror stories of veterinary schools… I’ll just hope you’ll survive though it 😇😇😇

On another note, I wasn’t really into Black butler, but damn that new season has me in a choke hold— Any thoughts for the new Malleus chapter…? (I’m in shambles, I mean, we’re all in shambles :)) Depending on which server you play on the story, you may or may not know what went down in good old’ briar valley. But I think the wails and screeches of the JP server sums up everything 🧎‍♀️

-🍄

Henlo henlo! It has indeed been awhile!

And thank thank! We are Almost There *cheers* The Last Year! Last Four Months! Which is also a bit, aha... ha... panik. I have, fingers crossed, a very lovely job lined up for when I graduate (vets are in very short supply all over the place, as it would be), which is reassuring at least.

I have actually been doing a lot of writing lately! Just... with my OC specifically. I forgot what it was like to write for a specific, longstanding character rather than as a Reader, and man, I did miss it. And I adore my bean. Spicy lil monster. But I know OC things aren't always quite to people's tastes, so I tend to just keep it on my computer for myself and the friends who also partake in OC goodies. But alas. Hopefully the Reader bug will bite again soon. I am just very, very in love with my spicy, angry, rat lady and her adventures for the moment.

The new Diasomnia book stuff has me in a chokehold. Lilia, you wreck of a man. Let us save you. But yes yes, hope all is going well for you too!~ And a very merry new year!

[mossylittleclown]

Howdy and Henlo! :>

Note: I'm new to Tumblr, if I do something wrong please tell me! Trying to make friends so I often message people that I see have similar interests, feel free to do the same to me!

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I go by the names of Sunny, Sol, and Clown!

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AFAB Transmasc | They/Them, He/Him, It/Its | Cupioromantic Asexual

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I am a minor, but anyone can DM or ask! I can decide whether I want to respond or not, after all. :)

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I'm a self proclaimed:

Writer

Artist

Meliorist

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Fandoms (I promise I'm not too feral about them):

AGUJERO (indie horror game)

Backrooms

BFDI & II

Clown Meat (indie horror game)

Dandy's World

Deltarune

Dream of Gluttony (indie horror game)

Employee of the Month (indie horror game)

Five Nights at Freddy's

Fluffy (P.S. do not look up if unaware what this is, I'm serious)

Furry

Gravity Falls

Hollow Knight

Homestuck

Inscryption (indie horror game)

Kinitopet

Kirby

MiSide (indie horror game)

Moomin Valley

No Robots Allowed (indie horror game)

Pizza Tower

Pokémon

South Park

Super Mario Bros.

The Owl House

The Last Monday (indie horror game)

The Legend of Zelda

Undertale

Voyager-19 (indie horror game)

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Loves:

Learning

Words

Debate/Discussion

Cursed Facts (I had to edit post this cause I accidentally wrote this twice lmao)

Indie Horror Games

Story-Making & Tropes

Nature, mainly bugs (from a distance)

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Hates:

Small-Minded People

People that Don't Try to be Better

Inexorable People

Selfish People

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A little warning I feel is needed:

Due to mental health reasons, I'm unlikely to remember most of what I say/do until I come across it over and over again. I'm gonna try and be consistent in interacting, posting, and how I act, but I cannot promise anything other than that I'm trying! :)

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I wish you a lovely day, you deserve to be loved by yourself and others!

[turpismo]

HENLO AGAIN MY FRIEND.

I give you my Oc Irie c: