#I was testing to see how long a tag could be hehe

[the-sassy-noodle-allie-bug]

RAAAAAAH LIVIO AND RAZLO DUMP sorry for the radio silence tumblr still freaks me out a little

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi I really love your transformers one fics and I was hoping if you could write a fic about B-127 meeting a predacon like dragon fem s/o in the surface while searching for the metrix with his friends, I would love that 😊

Pairing: B-127/Bee x fem!predacon!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: B-127 meets an unlikely stranger, and you meet an odd group of bots for the first time in a long time. Warnings/Tags:  first meetings, reader has a bad time picking up social cues, hehe B-127 is silly, has no concept of personal space, but he's also up in ur grill, size difference, D-16, Orion, and Elita are like 'damn not another one ffs'.  A/N: I'mma not put spoilers anymore since I feel like everyone has watched TFO at this point. Ty for the love!! Word Count: 800+ words 

"Uhh, guys what is that?" 

"What is what-" 

A loud crash made the group of four turn towards one of the dilapidated structures. A gaping hole could be seen in the roof as dust rose from the damaged part. 

"....we should go," Elita muttered as she began inching away while not taking her optics off of the building. D-16 nodded silently and followed the pink femme's lead. Orion and Bee, however, wanted to investigate. 

"Pax." A warning hiss came from Elita as she noticed the hesitancy from the two. "Let's go." 

"Yeahhh, I'm with Elita on this one," Bee began turning around when Orion stepped toward the building instead. 

"I just wanna get another look." Orion spoke as he walked toward the entrance of the building. He peered inside the darkness and leaned forward, nothing seemed to be moving or inside the structure. After a few more nanoklicks had passed, Orion hummed and backed away.  

Only something big popped out and tackled him to the ground. 

Orion screamed as well as the B-127. 

"Orion!" D-16 was quick to act and rushed over to his friend. Elita groaned and ran after D-16 to aid in saving Orion. 

"It's eating his face! It's eating his face!" Bee shrieked as he pointed at the weird beast thing on top of Orion. It wasn't that big, just a few sizes bigger than Orion and the more Orion examined the beast on him the more he recognized what it was. Seeing that Orion wasn't struggling anymore, the beast also stopped snapping it's maw at him.

"Hehe!" A strange laugh came from the beast as it began transforming. Before anyone knew it, a femme appeared where the beast was and sat on Orion. 

"You lot sure are funny-!" You didn't have time to introduce yourself before two bodies slammed into yours. You blinked and glanced down at the bots who were attempting to..shove you off? 

"Get off of him!" The silver mech demanded. 

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, sometimes I forget I'm stronger than most bots, but then again I haven't seen any bot for a long, longggg time so maybe I just haven't had any strong bot to test my strength against and-" 

"JUST GET OFF." 

"Okay! Okay! Geez," You raised your servos up and got off of their friend. "Better?" 

"B-better," Orion hadn't realized he was out of breath as he sat up and wheezed. "You're…a predacon?" 

"What now?" 

"A predacon," Elita's optics widened as she took in your form. "I thought…no, weren't they supposed to be dead?" 

"Who said that? I'm alive and well, thank you very much," You crossed your arms and huffed. 

"Wait, what's a predacon, guys? It sounds cool," Bee piped up as he bounced over to you. "You're like…really big and grrrr rahhh! What's that about?? What's your designation? Mine is B-127 but I like to call myself, b a d a s s a t r o n. Do you live here? How long have you been here? Hey, why are you living in this…lovely place? Hey, are you single-?" 

You sat there stunned as the barrage of questions assaulted your processor too quickly for you to even remember the first one. You turned your helm to look at the trio who only shrugged. 

"Uh, yes?" 

The yellow mech let out a joyous laugh that was infectious, your previous confusion melted away as you leaned down to examine B-127 or 'Badassatron.' 

"You're funny, I like it." You poked a claw at Bee's helm before picking at his arm. 

"Well, you're gonna like me more since…being funny is my whole thing," Bee didn't seem to mind your touchy-feelyness and even went as far as to poke and prod at you too. 

"Excuse me, sorry for interrupting the happy couple," Elita rose her voice. "But I think we have somewhere to be, let's go." 

"Oh! Right…you can come with us!" 

"What?" 

"I don't…"

"Why not?" Orion shrugged. Elita gave Orion a hard stare and D-16 just gave in with a loop-sided smile. 

"Eeeee! It's official!" Bee and you cheered as the two of you rushed ahead of the group. 

"...I mean, at least they'll balance each other out." 

"Yeah, now I won't have to entertain 'badassatron' anymore." Elita sighed but a small grin formed on her dermas. 

"I think they're kind of cute?" 

"Yeah, yeah, haul some aft, cupid." D-16 shoved Orion's arm and trailed after the chattering duo. Elita and Orion followed. 

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[cognitosclowns]

Genuinely thinking about getting tag teamed by Myc and Andre. Or Myc laying one of their tentacles on readers head, and reader just grabs it and starts playing with it, completely unaware that it’s actually an erroneous zone. They’re just messing with it and Myc is going through a very interesting time.

EEEHEHEHE >:) <3333 ok this is an old ask but the idea of getting Tag Teamed by Myc and Andre is WRACKING my brain rn. so. IM GONNA RUN W/ THAT <3333 TYSM TYSM TYSM-

NSFT!!! minors go away!! Possible tw for Drugs (Myc and his Weird Psychoactive Gunk)

GRGRKGKRKG,,,, options,,, choices,, hgrnurngunrnrugnrungung p e n i s

oh so they’re gonna corrupt you

THEY’RE GONNA CORRUPT YOU SO BAD!!!! WORSE THAN YOU EVER COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED!!!

I feel like getting tag-teamed by them is almost inevitable if you’re getting w/ one of them. They’re sort of a package deal. Bare minimum, it’ll be suggested over coffee once or twice

it usually starts out as,, just one of them??

individually they are such GRABBY BASTARD SMDSND + they’re literally ready to fuck,, whenever.

this does mean that if one of them catches you two fucking, the other one will ABSOLUTELY JOIN IN <333 COME ON

HM LETS SEE

Handcuffs aren't necessary when one of your fuck buddies has 6 arms <3

TRULY IF YOU WANNA BE PINNED, MYC WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE. 

It’s easy for most people to forget, but his tentacles are strong. Rope strong. He could keep you pinned in any manner of positions for a senselessly long time without breaking a sweat.

You need your legs up, so that Andre can get that One Specific Angle that turns your brain into jelly? ‘Don’t worry babe, I’ve got ya covered’

OR EVEN. LIKE.

Two tentacles for the arms, two for the legs, two for any assorted holes that Andre may be incapable of filling <3 or even just if,, he wants to get you extra squirmy. You can take two, right?

It’s also super efficient bc. Yeah Andre fucks kinda sloppy, and has a tendency to accidentally move y’all around with his thrusting. (mm. you’ve accidentally bumped your skull on the headboard a few times MNSDMS)

SO!! It’s nice to have Myc there to,, keep you two stuck in place <3 

ALSO TANGENT BUT. Two things I feel like Myc would love is :

Stuffing one of his tentacles in there w/ his dick, along with some comment about how ‘maybe if his dick wasn’t so scrawny, I wouldn’t have to ;)’

Wrapping a tentacle or two around Andre’s hips, and fucking you for him. This is especially good when Andre starts losing energy <3 Myc can easy hold his wiry ass up, so he basically just uses him as a Very Loud, Giggling Dildo <333

ALSO THESE BOYS ARE INCAPABLE OF SHUTTING UP

Each individually is extremely vocal + chatty during sex. Both of them combined is torment (affectionate)

They’re absolutely shameless. Any comments that come to the surface will be said. 

Also don’t be surprised if they pull some ''Good-Cop-Bad-Cop'' shit, with one of them degrading you and the other praising you.

Laying against Andre's body, feeling his hands dig into your thighs to keep you still, while Myc tests the limit of just how stretchy human holes are?? Your poor cock-addled brain is gonna be absolutely flooded with their rambling.

It's all very 'Je-sus, aren't you an overachiever. Three deep and you're still lookin' for more, huh?'

'aww hehe, look at how well they’re doing!

'Aw, you're always spoiling em! If they can get a fourth one in, then maybe we can start talkin' about 'good' '

etc, etc, ad nauseum, carpet diem, you get the drill. They're little bastards who like the sound of their own voices MSNDMSNDMSN

OH AND ANDRE WILL,, 1000% JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE VIEW  WHILE MYC HAS HIS FUN SMNSMDN

There’s something very stimulating to just,, having an outside view of the action. You and Myc being completely undone, while he’s able to be,, a Calm and Collected Outside Observer is EXTREMELY RARE FOR ANDRE SMNSMD

It’s definitely not an Always thing, just an Occasional thing.

Getting different angles?? talking back-and-forth w/ Myc, while his tentacles fuck you open like he’s drilling for oil? Absolute perfection.

He’s not always gonna be a Pair Of Needy Eyes In The Corner Of The Room, though, he does sometimes like getting closer to the action!!

LIKE I can totally see him sitting on the bed beside y’all while Myc has his fun. Just,, lazily kissing your cheek every once and a while, loosely jacking himself off. Maybe a bit of wisecracking <33 

granted, you don’t remember much of it bc. After the third tentacle your brain kinda goes a little squirmy, but the thought is sweet nonetheless <3

ADDITIONAL MISC STUFF??

Myc being into bukkake + Andre being a little freak (adoring) means that you will be coated in fluids of several origins. The bath afterwards is magical tho so it's worth it

OHO getting railed (anally) by Myc feels a bit like a Very Horny Colonoscopy. If you ask, those puppies will go deep. like,, deep deep. Like 'oh my god, it feels like you're in my throat' deep.

and,, yeah usually that wouldn't be all that pleasant, but the Delightful, Stimulating Properties that his tentacle goo evokes turns the experience Transcendental.

Your entire torso feels kinda,, tingly and sensitive and full?? every time he shifts, it feels like he’s hitting alllll the spots you need at once. He says its something about the psychoactive properties, but you’re too fucked out to really care <3

he’s also super gentle - even if his tendrils are super slick and blunt, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He’s a jerk, sure, but he’s not an asshole.

[and,, yeah those are definitely the times Andre takes a bit more of a back-seat role. Lots of praise n' giggling. He just lays back and runs his hands along your body, maybe even against your stomach-intestine area to enjoy the way Mycs tendrils make your stomach bulge]

Was possessed by the spirit of Tentacle Porn (tm) SMDNSMDN I COULD GO ON ABOUT THESE TWO FOR CENTURIES, BUT I'LL LEAVE THIS HERE <333 MWAH THIS WAS SO FUN, THANK YOU SO DEARLY!!!

[akutasoda]

I JUST READ YOUR NATSUME X CATSHIFTER! READER STORY AND IM INLOVE! CAN I REQUEST A PART TWO FOR THAT FIC?

(It’s making me think about that movie Aristocats)

feline fancies part 2

synopsis - when natsume meets someone just like him

includes - natsume

warnings - gn!reader, cat-shifter reader, fluff, slight angst?, wc - 528

a/n: hehe thank you! more than happy to write more!

dazai had once walked into the agency just in time to see haruno and naomi fussing over a calico and another feline right outside the entrance. two cats that seemed earily familiar and it didn't take long for him to place that familiar sight. haruno first noticed him and smiled before asking if he'd ever met mii before.

you remember when natsume first told you about his little nickname given by some agency clerks - you thought it was quite adorable. dazai offered a faux smile back and replied with a brief 'yeah'. this would mark the first time he saw the two felines since his last visit to lupin all those years ago and once he had passed the two ladies fussing over the both of you, he allowed a small smile to grace his lips.

even after all this time 'sensei' still was roaming around with his presumed lover. it was a bittersweet memento to dazai, the final reminder of his youth - although it did seem a bit weird that the two felines didn't look any older than they did all those years ago.

ango wasn't one for sentimental thoughts. but most of the time the thing that always came back to haunt him was his betrayal all those years ago. it was a deep regret of his. the biggest reminder always came in the form of a calico with another feline companion. how could he not recognise the two of you?

all these years and the two cats still stuck together, rather admirable in his eyes. for some reason taneda was occasionally visited by the calico dazai dubbed 'sensei' and occasionally the other feline would tag along. he really couldn't help but be curious about it but taneda always brushed him off.

he guessed it was a sort of comfort after a while. even affter all that's happened - mainly due to him - atleast something has remained and stood the test of time.

truth be told, when natsume explained to you what he did even after his retirement you were quite impressed. you admired it and it was rather nice to know he still cared about maintaining the peace he helped create all those years ago. and so when he invited you to tag along you didn't mind.

one it was more time spent with your lover and two it was entertaining to meet the characters he helped form. but when he wasn't delivering information was your favourite time with him, who wouldn't just want to relax with their lover.

and so wether it be louging around in your residence or on one of yokohama's many tall buildings admiring the view, that was your favourite time. it was just the two of you, no-one else mattered in this time except your lover and that was all you needed.

the life you had built with your lover seemed all too perfect. the main cause being the fact that you were both 'cat-shifters'. but you'd happily indulge yourself in it and so would natsume. it was a slow life filled with many treasured moments and sometimes it felt like the two of you were in your own little world.

[cheekiepascal]

Chapter 2: The Package

Pairing: Joel Miller X fem!reader 

Rating: 18+, no minors 🔞

Word Count: 3.5k ;)

Chapter Triggers: Tiny amount of tension, sassy Joel Miller, neighbor Joel Miller

Series Warning: Age Gap (22/45), alcohol, Eventual toe curling smut (will specify with each chapter), fluff, secret relationship, A/N: Long awaited second chapter hehe :) Let me know whatcha guys think and if you want to be added to the tag list!

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The work week flew by and you didn’t see much of Joel for most of it. Mostly just the occasional nod of the head in passing, and things seemed pretty much back to normal. The weekend finally came around which meant that you finally got to rest and take your weekly shopping adventure in town. On today’s agenda, you had plans to hit up Target and a new local bookstore that just opened up. That is until you opened your front door and slammed your sandaled foot into the most enormous box known to mankind...

“Fucking Christ” You cry out. 

While trying to ignore the throbbing pain in your big toe, you search the box for a label to see who this monstrosity is for. You hardly ever get packages that aren’t just books from Amazon, so getting a box this big delivered to your house is just mind-boggling.  

After finally locating the label, you see that it’s addressed to Joel Miller. Rolling your eyes, you once again, huff your way down the driveway and up to Joel's house. All you wanted to do is to do your errands in peace and here you are again, chasing Joel down because he can’t seem to keep his shit out of your way.

Almost reaching the front door, you notice that the garage door is open and a vast amount of grunting sounds and tools clanging is spilling out of the garage. You decide to wander your way into the garage you see Joel bent over and under the hood of a navy blue 1984 Bronco looking sexy as hell. He’s wearing a red flannel with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows so that it accentuates his veiny forearms and a pair of worn jeans. 

The sight of him makes something in your lower stomach flutter. Yes Joel was older, and you knew that you shouldn’t have any other feelings toward him other than your typical friendly feelings, but there was just something about him that made you want more. 

The sound of a bolt hitting the floor and rolling toward you jolts you from your deep thoughts. 

“Nice car,” You say, bending over to pick up the bolt then walking towards Joel. 

“Whatcha want now lil lady?” Joel says, continuing his tinkering under the hood.

“One, stop calling me ‘little lady’. I’m an adult, not a child. And two, there is a huge ass package on my porch with your name on it and it’s gotta go” You say pointing your thumb in the direction of your front door.

“Why didn’t you just pick it up and bring it over?” He says standing straight, with the wrench in his hand.

You roll your eyes, handing him his missing bolt  “Because it’s the size of a small child and it’s heavy?”

“So you’re saying that it’s too big for you to carry right?” He asks as you watch him bend under the hood again to screw the bolt tight with a socket wrench, staring at his forearms flexing 

“Well, Yeah” You replied impatiently, trying your hardest not to think about how you so eagerly wanted to be the socket wrench… or the bolt. Or even the car.

“Well, then that makes the name valid. You are a little lady.” He smirks standing up again and wiping his hands on a rag, wiping the grime off.

You roll your eyes and try to summon the strength to not strangle this man where he stands. Joel was hot, but Jesus you did not have enough patience for this man’s inconvenient sass.

“You just love testing my patience don’t you?” You grumble

“Maybe if you weren’t so sassy, I wouldn’t have to.” He says chuckling and turning around and tossing the dirty rag onto his workbench.

“This yours?” You ask nodding towards the Bronco, changing the subject to save your sanity.

“Yup, I bought her off one of my guys so I could have somethin’ to fool around with in my free time”

You’re definitely not into cars much, you’ve always had a slight interest due to Greg, one of your mom's boyfriends. He was the closest thing to a dad you have ever had, a full-time lonely mechanic who had always wanted kids to teach cars things too. So when he linked up with your mom, it was a perfect situation. Greg got to teach you about cars and your mom got free car maintenance. You spent every second of your free time out in the garage with him while he tinkered on Mom’s piece of shit station wagon that broke down every 100 miles or so. He taught you how to change oil, plug a tire, change fluids, replace brake pads, and even to replace a transmission one time. So it’s safe to say you knew a few things about vehicle maintenance, but when it came to classic cars and their history? You knew nothing but the basics. Unfortunately for you, your mom dumped Greg right after replacing said transmission, so you didn’t get to dive into the history of automobiles with him before he was abruptly removed from your life.

“Nice, does it have four-wheel drive?” 

“Mmhmm. Why? You gonna steal it from me or somethin’?” He asks 

“No, I was going to be nice and tell you that there were a few off-road trails near here that you could take it down when it’s done” You said crossing your arms sassily.

 “Oh” He says smirking, his mature face wrinkling at the corners of his deep brown eyes.

“Anyways,” You say, rolling your eyes and turning towards your house, “You coming or what cause I have things to do.” 

Joel shakes his head and watches you march your way down his driveway briskly. 

“What a piece of work” He mumbles, following after you.

Arriving at your door, you point at the large box that is taking your walkway hostage.

“That’s the one, it has your name on it” 

“Alright.” He says picking up the massive box with ease and starting to walk down the driveway with it.

“Come on. I need ya to open some doors for me” He shouts over his shoulder at you 

“A please would be nice” You mutter as you speed walk, catching up to him.

After walking beside him for a few moments you decide that maybe you should try to be nice and create some small talk. He is your neighbor after all, and you have been a bit sassy with him here recently. You don’t want him walking around thinking that he has a massive bitch for a neighbor. 

“So where are you from exactly?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I was born and raised in Austin.” He says as he shifts the box, getting a better view of you.

“So why did you move to Arlington?” 

“I wanted to move my daughter into a better high school. She wants to go to UT for Computer Science and this new school has some fancy early college program that her old school didn’t have” 

You snap your head towards him looking surprised. 

“What?” He laughs.

“N-nothing.” You stutter, quickly shaking your head, bewildered. “How old is she?” 

“15. She’ll be a freshman this year comin’” Joel smirks

“Oh wow… Cool”

Your mind begins to reel. A daughter? Joel a dad? You knew he was older, but he didn’t seem old enough to have a 15-year-old daughter for crying out loud.

After walking the rest of the way up to Joel’s in silence, your mind spinning with the little bit of information Joel revealed, You finally reach the garage and he puts the box down and stretches, before flipping the box on its side and picking it up again.

“Can you get the door?” he asks, his head nodding towards the door.

“Oh, sure.” You say reaching for the doorknob. 

Following Joel inside and into the kitchen he sets the box onto the counter and starts unboxing it. 

The kitchen is stunning. It’s industrial-inspired but modern and spacious, very well-organized with high ceilings and large windows that allow natural light to flood in.

“Your kitchen is beautiful,” You say breathlessly, inspecting the brand-new appliances.

“Thanks” He gruffs 

You walk over to the stunning black stainless steel fridge and look at all the different polaroids stuck to the side of it. You notice one photo of Joel sitting next to a young girl as she blows the candles off of a cake that reads “Happy 15th Birthday Sarah!”. 

You weren’t expecting Sarah to be so beautiful. Not that you were expecting her to be ugly, but she was prettier than you thought you looked at her age. Beautiful chocolate brown ringlet curls frame her face, stunning olive skin tone, and the prettiest hazel eyes. You also notice that she has Joel’s cute nose and it makes you smile. She’s absolutely gorgeous. 

“Where is she?” You ask, staring at the rest of the Polaroids.

“Huh?” Joel asks as he plugs in some sort of appliance and sets it on the counter turning it on. 

“Where’s Sarah? Is she here?”

“Oh, no. She’s with her mom” He turns on the machine, it beeping and coming to life.

You walked to the middle of the kitchen and bent over the huge island, leaning over it and letting your chest settle onto your crossed arms that sat on the granite island, showing off your perky breasts. You silently thanked yourself for choosing to throw on a scoop neck tank top rather than an old ratty t-shirt that you typically wore on your days off.

“That was in the huge ass box?” You say when you finally get a good look at the contraption Joel pulled out of the box. It’s a state-of-the-art smart coffee machine, complete with a 6-inch touch-screen and a hot and cold frother attachment. It looks nice but you think it’s odd that Joel would buy this. He seems like a normal “cup of black coffee in the morning” type of guy, not a “mocha frappe with cold foam” type of guy. 

“I promised Sarah that if she stopped asking me to stop at damn a Starbucks every day before school, I would buy a fancy barista machine.” He said, shaking his head in amusement. “She drinks those decaf fancy things with some kinda cream on top. But not whipped cream, some other typa��� cream. I got her one with whipped cream once and she got sassy with me” 

“It’s called cold foam,” You said laughing at his way of describing coffee like it’s a foreign object. 

“Yeah that stuff,” He said, his eyes quickly wandering down to your breasts and back up to your eyes. He swiftly turns back towards the machine and begins to set the time. 

You smirk at his apparent flustering and decide to wander into the living room. The decor screams Joel Miller. The dark brown hardwood floors, dark green rug and brown leather couch facing a big flat screen mounted on the wall, all ooze his burly mountain man aesthetic.

You see some more photos hanging on the wall and walk up to them peering at all his memories that are hung meticulously on the wall. 

You zone in on a particular photo of Sarah with someone whom you guess, is her mother. She has long curly black hair, deep blue eyes, and a hardening expression plastered on her face. She looks young in the photo and normal, but something feels a bit off in her body language. Defensive almost. 

“So do you like workin’ at the BayLeaf?” Joel shouts towards you from the kitchen.

Still studying and analyzing the photo of the mystery woman you reply, “Not really, but the pay is good. If I budget my money right it floats me through the school year so I don’t have to work while taking classes.”

You hear Joel walk out of the kitchen towards you. 

“Classes? So you’re like 20?” He asks with a strange look on his face. 

“No, I’m 22 Joel.” You say. “Why, is 20 your preferred age?”

He stares at you with a shocked look. “NO… er, I-I thought you were older than that” 

“Well I’m not, sorry to disappoint.” You retort 

“What are your going to school for?”

“Engineering. I want to design skyscrapers one day. I graduate in December thank God” you reply 

“Oh, so you’re almost done.” He says, looking oddly relieved.

“Yeah… Did you go to college here?” You ask turning back to photos, searching for any images of Joel when he was younger.

He shifts uncomfortably. “No. I started my own construction company right outta high school. Then when my brother finished school we became partners.” 

“Oh cool. Very Entrepreneurial of you” You reply turning back to Joel staring into his addicting brown eyes.

“Yeah.” He mutters, his eyes boring into yours.

You don’t say anything for what seems like an eternity, just accepting the silence between you two. You start to feel those annoying flutters deep in your stomach again as your gaze is locked onto his. Joel’s eyes wander down to your mouth and your breathing hitches, wanting so badly for him to just kiss you, right then and there in the middle of his living room. Your heart beats faster and faster, just waiting for him to make some sort of move, grab you, kiss you, something. Anything. 

“Joel I…” You’re cutt off by the sound of a car door slamming in front of the house, making you both jump in unison. Joel rushes over to the front door and peers out the small window next to it. 

“Shit.” He says rubbing his hand roughly up and down the back of his neck. “Listen, I hate to do this but can you wait in the kitchen for me? My ex-wife is a lil’ bit on the crazy side, and she’ll flip her lid if she saw a woman standin’ in my doorway.” 

You nodd your head rapidly “Oh sure, yeah that’s fine. I guess” 

You scramble into the kitchen and up to the sink, leaning over it, trying to control your thoughts as they scramble. “What the fuck am I doing?” You think aloud. 

“Um, hello?” 

You spin around so fast that you almost fall over. Sarah is standing in the kitchen doorway looking confused and eerily suspicious of you. “Who are you?” 

“Oh, Hi!” You said gasping trying to catch your breath after almost busting your ass on the tile. You tell her your name and start to explain that you are the neighbor from across the street.

“Oh, okay… So like why are you in my kitchen though?” Sarah askes looking confused. 

“I was helping your dad bring in your new coffee machine. It was delivered to my house by accident.” You say pointing at the coffee machine Joel set up on the kitchen counter. 

Sarah zones in on the coffee machine and rushes over to analyze it. “Oh my God he actually bought it! I didn’t think he was serious.” She turns back to you with an embarrassed look on her face, “I’m really into coffee” 

“Yeah he might have mentioned that” You reply

You don’t hate kids, but teenagers were scary. It wasn’t long ago that you were a teenager yourself, but this newer generation was so different from how you grew up. You had no idea how to level with them. 

While Sarah becomes deeply engaged with the coffee machine, you stick your head out of the kitchen to see if Joel is coming back anytime soon.

“You are not taking my child to New Mexico so you can join another one of your damn hippy dippy cults. I won’t have that shit, Amber.”

You freeze. You knew Joel had some sass to him but hearing him flat out angry was strange to you. You stick your head out a little bit further and catch a glimpse of the woman you assume is Sarah’s mother. She looks the same as the picture you were just looking at, but much older. Her black curls are gray and frizzy with age and her face is tight with annoyance. She’s wearing a pair of flowy overalls and a cropped bandeau top that hugs her petite frame.

“It’s not a cult Joel, it's a yoga retreat.” She says exasperatedly. “Listen, I am allowed to take her on trips Joel, you can’t deny me that right.” 

“Yes the fuck I can, and I will” Joel angrily whispers back. 

 “You are allowed to take her on vacations, not to enroll in some fuckin’ cult in the middle of the goddamn desert” 

“Yoga retreat.” Amber replies, crossing her arms in annoyance. 

“Whatever. It’s not happenin’.” Joel says in a normal tone of voice

“You are the last person who can tell me what I can and cannot do Joel.” She says, her voice getting louder. “She’s coming with me and If you have a fucking problem with it, you can take me back to fucking court.” 

“Maybe I will” He shot back 

“You won’t. Cause you know I’ll make sure they reevaluate child support while we’re there and I’ll make sure to get every spare penny you make. Don’t tempt me.” She says poking her finger into Joel’s chest. 

“Fuck you Amber.” Joel growls

“Remember who you’re dealing with Joel. I don’t play when it comes to money. We both know that” She says with a smirk. 

She turns around and storms away from the front door, leaving Joel standing there alone. He balls his hands into a fist and takes a few deep and uneasy breaths. He closes the door slowly and turns around catching you half-hidden behind the kitchen doorway.

“I suppose you heard all that.” He says rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Just the tail end. Sorry.” You said feeling awkward as hell.

“It’s fine. She’s just… a lot” Joel says, sighing. 

“Is she always like that?” You ask unsure of what else to say.

He stares at you, with an uncomfortable look. “Sometimes” 

You both stand there in the foyer in silence for a few minutes. Both unsure of what to say next. The situation seemed sticky to you, a crazy ex-wife, a teenager? You needed to nip these feelings you had for Joel in the bud. It was clear that he didn’t have any time for anything extracurricular in his life. Not that you wanted to be one of his extracurricular activities... 

“I guess I should be going now.” You finally say

“Yeah”

“I’ll see ya around?” You say walking towards him and the front door.

“I guess so.” Joel says, stepping out of the way of the door, letting you pass. 

As you attempt to walk past him and out of the door he grabs your wrist making you stop dead in your tracks. He stares at you again with your wrist in hand, his brown eyes piercing into yours. 

Being this close to him, you could finally take a good look at his face. You weren’t sure exactly how old Joel was, but you guessed he had to be over the age of forty, and oddly enough, you realized that you didn’t care as much as you thought you should. Soft wrinkles splayed around his eyes and forehead giving him a mature yet youthful look, that made you internally swoon.

He begins to slowly lean into you, his hand sliding up your arm, making your breath hitch. Your wanders to his perfect plush lips, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and making you lightheaded. You look back up to his eyes, Joel’s hand now resting on your shoulder and rubbing his thumb softly on your skin making your arm flourish with goosebumps.

You open your mouth daring to say something, and the sound of Sarah coming through the kitchen door makes you both jump apart. 

“Dad, I can’t figure out where the coffee grounds go in this thing. Do you have the instruction manual still?” She says tapping her foot and waiting for an answer 

“Yeah, it must be in the box. I’ll see if I can’t dig it out for ya” He says clearly shaken.

“I gotta go anyways, I still have to run my errands.” You say backing your way to the door and opening it. Your face blushing with embarrassment.

“Okay,” Joel replies. “Well, we’ll see ya around then?” 

“Yeah, See ya around,” You reply quietly, stepping out of the door and closing it behind you.

You break out in a jog and quickly make your way home before your dirty thoughts persuaded you into busting your way back into Joel’s house and fucking him right in his foyer…

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lost in the forest - part 37

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Summary: After so many tensions and problems, the future couple takes a well-deserved break to strengthen their ties.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 3.3k

I know that tecnically this fic has an odd nomber of chapters, but ignoring that... WE'VE FINALLY REACHED HALF OF THE STORY!! (sort of) Thank you all for the support it has been recieving since I started writing it like a year ago and for reading. Please leave comments and kudos :3

Also, for the users who said I used too much the pronouns, I got news for you. I used 43 times the word 'know' in this chapter hehe... Let's see how you like it😈

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst

Leaving aside the vertigo due to being on the edge of a striking precipice where the abyss’s air seeps through her traveling yukata with ease, running over her goose-bumps-covered skin... a part of her clings to the armor of the shinobi who carried her like a suitcase. The other admires the panorama bravely. She doesn’t know how to describe it.  

The emotion catches in her throat and Karen can’t help but analyze each part of the structure, or what she can see from a distance.  

“It’s beautiful.” Her voice is upright, as it is so different from what she has been seeing in this reality since she let herself be dragged into the routine. Neither the gorgeous facade of the Daimyo’s castle, nor the shinobi sobriety of the clan, is as breathtaking as what she continues to take up calmly.  

“...” Tobirama, being the bad partner that he is, does not comment on anything else. Despite the fact that they will soon be married, their relationship did not get as close as she hoped... or so she thinks. So, she cannot help but arch her eyebrow at him. “I have nothing to say.”  

“You’re not even trying.”  

“I have no reason to.”  

“You are as dull as dishwater,” Karen complains with a long-suffering sigh, feeling that hand squeeze her waist with an obvious sense of irritation. “And you should stop doing that... it’s annoying.”  

“Do not talk, then.”  

“We’ll be close associates soon; all I ask for is a little more friendship. It’s the least you could do for making this so difficult.” The civilian is honest in what she has been talking about for a while now. She sees the red eyes not at all fascinated by the idea... almost expressionless and annoyed.  

She’s not sure, and she doesn’t want to make assumptions with so little. She learned through Hashirama that she may be confusing things considering the culture shock they still have.  

Tobirama turns around, focusing again on the building that opens up before their eyes. The sober outlook of an ancient oriental temple crowning a mountain range full of nature and simple sounds is the only thing he observes. Karen gets tired of waiting for an answer to her question.  

“How will they get out?” she decides to ask, looking around and seeing nothing but a poor bridge as unsafe as nature in her world. Without wanting to, she imagines too many ideas of how to die in a matter of seconds, clinging to who is at her side. The heat is no longer bothersome or uncomfortable; she has come to the conclusion that that it is something she will not take notice on too much.  

Ever since he first carried her... she feels like a bag of potatoes at the end of it all.  

“They do not have to go out.”  

“Really?” She frowns. “Then what is the bridge for?”  

Tobirama looks at her with a flat expression that is not different from his typical one. Only a blink indicates that he is thinking about answering her or not. Karen blinks some more, insistent and quite challenging, promising to be annoying if he doesn’t. He is a shinobi capable of throwing her off the cliff; it’s foolish to have faith that he won’t do it no matter how much she bothers him. “It is to go in.”  

“Ah?”  

“The monks come by vocation. It is the initial test.”  

“Huh... I didn’t know they could apply that. It’s just like an entrance exam,” the girl chuckles, easily understanding his words. “So, they don’t come out?”  

“I already said no.”  

She blinks with a frown at such little information.  

“It is a matter of the temple. I am not able to explain their customs.”  

“Then why did you bring me?”  

“So you could see it.”  

“I’m sure that’s not true, but I’ll pretend I believe you,” the girl comments, feeling a gripping firm hand as a warning of their change of location. She closes her eyes out of normal inertia. She may be almost used to this type of transportation, but the emotion in her stomach is still the same tight anxiety of each space jump.  

She listens to the branches, the wind blowing through them, hanging on more and more to the body that carries her. She hears an amused snort that she easily ignores just when the ground is finally felt under her feet. She blinks... the civilian whistles excitedly, not paying attention to her dizzy state.  

Visiting the temple up close feels more intimidating and mystical.  

They are greeted by a man with a bald head and typical Buddhist clothing with slight adjustments to the culture of this reality. Large rosary-like balls are hung around his neck and his closed eyes indicate that despite not seeing them, he is attentive to their figures. “Welcome, Tobirama-sama... Karen-sama.”  

“Dharma-san.” The Senju bows respectfully. The civilian, although late, does the same in her own way, not surprised that they know her name. She assumes her future husband has sent notice of their unexpected visit, so she smiles at the one who still hasn’t opened his eyes.  

“We have been waiting for you,” is the only thing the stranger points out, bowing and letting them through. The creaking of the old wood can be heard, making her look up just as the doors slowly open. Karen opens her eyes widely... it’s a completely different world.  

She can almost point out references to the cartoon her sister watched. Avatar... something? One of the few times where she saw a temple just as amazing.  

Like an air temple.  

──

She had visited some hot springs in the north of the country, hidden among caves that had become a regular tourist center when she had free time and money. This one is different. Wide, with rocks jutting out subtly scattered along the warm lake, which makes her look at the sky. There is no roof, showing the beautiful view of the mountain peaks peeking through the walls.  

Karen can’t help but laugh. Although shocked by the way the temple is run and how she was kept away from the key points of secrecy, she has discovered that religion is a rather severe thing. She didn’t know that Tobirama was so knowledgeable on the subject.  

Explaining to her the ins and outs of every detail that she didn’t know.  

She was never the best at listening to mystical things. She did like history and topics on that matter though, but sometimes her interest would be lost when they focused on the appearance of a lady who had to be locked up by her children.  

This is not like the stories she knows... it’s weirder.  

“Mph... I guess this is what I get,” she says to herself, closing her eyes. She feels the warmth begin to completely relax her from the tension she has been dragging around for days. First because of her friend’s wedding, then because of those kisses he gave her along with a farewell that she saw through, even though she didn’t feel anything.  

Karen touches her lips absentmindedly... she remembers the feeling and it’s frustrating to recall how naive she had been.  

“You should not fall asleep,” someone points out, startling her. She sits up, leaning on the stone she had been using as support in the hot water, looking accusingly without understanding the origin of the voice.  

She recognizes it... but it’s impossible, right?  

“This is a mixed bathroom,” the man comments again, making her blush as she hides under the water in frustration for not seeing him.  

What is Tobirama doing here?  

“Uh... a warning would be nice,” she complains angrily about such an embarrassing scene. She is not used to being taken by surprise naked since they always tend to respect her space.  

What has changed?  

The girl can only hear his inexpressive snort, hidden somewhere.  

Karen deigns to let this pass, as long as he doesn’t come too close... so, she drops the matter to force herself to relax, leaning against the rock again and looking at the sky, frustrated at not being able to sleep. “You know, where I can from, there are no mixed hot springs baths.”  

“That is not something that interests me.”  

“I know, but it doesn’t hurt to explain my surprise,” she says casually with her heart so agitated by the strange situation. “So that’s what you get.”  

The man stays silent for a while. “Still, you should not sleep here. We are not in the compound.”  

“It’s a temple.”  

“There are men like me... they can also come in.”  

“They are monks.”  

“I will not explain this. You know what the issue is,” Tobirama states slowly. It bothers him that she uses that ‘stupid’ tone that makes him bite his lip. “You were very exposed and vulnerable.”  

“So that’s why you came in?”  

“...”  

The girl doesn’t know whether to laugh at such a strange excuse. “You should have warned me before. I almost spit my heart out because of you.”  

“That is impossible.”  

“You know what I mean,” Karen rolls her eyes looking at the sky again. There is a comfortable silence... She closes her eyes again, relaxing a little more.  

“Falling asleep in the hot springs is dangerous,” the shinobi explains calmly.  

“Really?” Karen huffs. “You know, I didn’t know you were this annoying. I’m sure when you go to the hot springs, you don’t let anyone relax.”  

“It is none of your business.”  

“I know that many things are none of my business, but... I really want to endure what we’re going to do the best I can, you know?”  

“Why? ...It is just a facade contract.”  

“I know what it is, but we will be living in the same house.”  

“As long as you do not get in my way.”  

“Tobirama, please?” Karen snorts tiredly without taking her eyes off the view in the background. “I want to get to know you better since we’ll be in the same house. Your quirks, your favorite foods, colors...”  

“...”  

“What foods you hate, what teas you prefer... also, what area you will use for work in the house and the hours when you usually arrive to eat. Of course, with Kaori’s help.”  

“You said you had never thought about marriage before... You do not have to overthink things.”  

“I’m not overthinking things... see it as payment for being stuck with me.”  

“...”  

“Besides, I’ve caused a lot of trouble,” she adds angrily again, meaning on the rock. Karen feels too much for so little that she doesn’t understand or handle it well. It’s not the same as working in a company or helping shinobi with their bureaucratic matters... Love is a subject she will be touching anytime soon, although she knows that upon her return, she will have to face Hashirama and Mito.  

She won’t tell them... it’s for the best, but she feels bad about it.  

“It is not your fault,” Tobirama brings her out of her thoughts, making her frown. ...Does he read minds?  

“You don’t know what I think.”  

“I know what torments you.”  

She growns, remembering how embarrassed she should have been when she cried out of frustration for not having realized. “...Did everybody really know?” she questions.  

“Your question is stupid.”  

“It’s not for me.” Karen crosses her arms, still naked under the water. She remains silent for a while. “You know... I really thought it was friendship. He’s a good friend... a very kind person.”  

“My brother has always been like this.”  

“Yes, an angel,” she easily accepts, thinking of that man. “But... love...? I am too old, even for you.”  

“Age has nothing to do with it.”  

She wants to tell him that age does have a lot to do with it, not only in terms of performance in bed, but also in terms of interests and everything that can happen in forced cohabitation. It’s not just 5 years that she is older than them... although she doesn’t know their exact ages, she estimates that they are younger than her by about 8 or 10 years.  

She doesn’t know, and although time here is so different... she is no longer 30, although there are almost no physical changes, nor wrinkles, she mentally thinks.  

“It’s hard to explain.” The woman decides to leave the point before her confidence goes away with the wind. “I like mochi... I don’t like sake, but I do like the green tea that Kaori prepares with honey,” she begins to ramble on about things that are less tense than her problems and various thoughts.  

“I know.”  

“Huh?”  

“You like to look at the landscape between the compounds, the numbers; you are good and organized; you hate that men underestimate your work and bother girls to such an extent that you are capable of going against them, despite your obvious disadvantage or danger of death,” Tobirama comments in a mechanical tone that she does not know how to receive. “Stupid in trusting and foolish in observing too much only what you want.”  

“I don’t know if I should be offended by that.” Karen stands up, leaning on the stone without looking around beyond where she knows the shinobi is. “It’s unfair that you know me more than I know you, isn’t it?”  

“You do not need to know me. You are a civilian; it is easy to observe you.”  

“Have you been watching me?!”  

“I will not answer to that.”  

Karen snorts at such an insolent comment after saying so much. “Tobirama... it’s unfair that you don’t answer me.” She falls silent for a bit more. “I’ll ask Hashirama,” she sits back down in the water, annoyed.  

The shinobi, too, stays silent. “I like fresh fish. I enjoy reading, researching and experimenting. I do not like sweet food, red tea and working with Uchihas.”  

“You have to get over that last thing,” the civilian laughs, surprised by such comments. “Wow... you are so normal, you know? You would have a lot of fun in my world. There is so much to read...”  

“I can imagine.”  

“Plus, you learn languages very quickly,” the woman agrees easily leaning on the stone.  

“...”  

“Thanks, I guess... for telling me,” Karen comments casually, thinking a little more. “We need to adapt a space in the house for reading and a room for your experiments.”  

“No. It is fine the way it is.”  

“Come on, I wouldn’t like you to not see that house as a home,” she states, imagining the space to read, placed with some pillows and a large window where the fresh air could sneak in. “Of course, if it’s possible.”  

“It is.”  

“Oh, really?”  

“I can work on it.”  

Karen doesn’t know if he’s showing off or hogging the activity. “I can help.”  

“No.”  

“Seriously... I can also design the area. I would like it to have a very large space, with a huge window where the light could enter.”  

“I shall write it down.”  

“Haa... you won’t even let me participate. You’ve down a lot of the housework.”  

After a tense silence, Tobirama speaks. “I enjoy it,” he admits.  

“Oh... I see.” Karen sets the point aside without any kind of stubbornness in the middle. “You should have started there. Have you thought about doing architectural missions?”  

“There are not many.”  

“I know but, in the future, maybe with more renown and more clans with us, we can promote those missions.”  

“...”  

“I wish people could have those opinions... if they are not fit to kill.”  

“We are shinobis.”  

“I know you are, but sometimes there are more sensitive people and even if they don’t admit it, they are affected by so much murder...” She sighs, remembering what she has talked about with Hashirama during each meeting. “The Yamanaka are really good with the mind.”  

“They are. When facing one, they are annoying, but physically weak.”  

“Hashirama told me that they have good mental techniques. I wouldn’t be surprised if they studied the mind and its ills.”  

“What you can psychology.”  

“Yes. It would be good if applied on shinobis, as an extra support to not break on their ninja path.”  

“It sounds logical,” Tobirama replies with a tone of wisdom from having seen so much in these years, despite being so young... She doesn’t say anything else. Karen closes her eyes quite satisfied with this exchange... She doesn’t know when she fell asleep.  

However, waking up in her room already changed was surprisingly embarrassing.  

She snorts... of course, the man has seen her naked before during those bad days that she’d rather forget... so, she stays in that room a little longer, peering out the window to see the enormous room.  

Karen prefers to settle back down to sleep, unaware that she was being watched...  

──

When they left, the feeling of that coldness that the man radiated was less dense than before. Karen still feels that this outing is a success if it will make their coexistence less annoying and forced than she thought, so she does not avoid looking at him that morning with a smile on her face.  

“What?” the man huffs indignantly at the door of his room, already bathed and with his armor on just as he passes through the exit hallway.  

“Nothing... you know, I feel better after yesterday’s conversation.”  

Tobirama doesn’t show anything, but she can almost see him rolling his eyes. “It was not much. You still do not know a lot about me.”  

“I know, but it’s progress, isn’t it?”  

“As if that would help.”  

“Maybe not for you, but for me, I don’t know... maybe one day I’ll prepare fresh fish for you. Kaori-san taught me how to fish.”  

The Senju looks strange for a few seconds. “Let us go. We will arrive at the compound this afternoon.”  

“So soon?”  

“I received a message from Hashirama. The response from the Nara, Yamanaka and Akimichi clan arrived.”  

“Oh...” She blinks, looking at the point where he is going. “I see...” the girl sighs because she had become accustomed to this more relaxed atmosphere. It’s not that it bothers her to see the leader... she just feels it will be uncomfortable.  

“I will be with you.”  

“I know you will,” she agrees without paying enough attention to the thorough details of her future husband. A mistake, she would later realize. Karen looks around in detail to record in her mind. “It’s a shame we have to leave soon.”  

Tobirama doesn’t say anything as he starts walking, almost leaving her behind. “Izuna is an idiot.”  

“Oh... something else happened, then?”  

“I will explain on the way,” the man accepts, bidding farewell to the monk who was already at the door. She blinks, smiling and thanking him wholeheartedly for the attention in such a short time. “Let us go home,” Tobirama whispers very closely to take her carefully.  

He’s different... less cold and more personal when he carries her with care.  

“?!” She can’t help but be surprised, silencing any sarcastic or shocked comments that the woman might express. The albino, even though he doesn’t say anything, looks at her with a slight frown. “I didn’t say anything.”  

“No, but I am sure you are thinking it.”  

“You know me,” the woman states shamelessly, guessing that she can’t hide enough from the shinobis. Something terrifying when remembering well what he said in the hot springs, but she stays quiet. “Home?”  

“Home.” The shinnobi presses her against him. Karen doesn’t notice any of the extra care she’s receiving this time. She feels something has changed, but it is lost in the speed at which they shoot off, listening to the man’s murmur, giving details of what happened in their brief absence.  

Sure, with the exception of the bureaucratic and political chaos that Izuna caused with the Hyūgas, the rest was alright. ...How can they throw away months of negotiations in just one day?! She will discover it when she returns and maybe, just maybe... she will ask Tobirama to kill the Uchiha for her.  

Whose idea was it to leave him with her job?  

A/N: For a moment, I had author’s block on this story, so I brought it up slightly... As you can see, their non-relationship has become less tense, although of course it was for Karen since Tobirama cared a lot about it (not really, since he was aware of every detail, the house, the wedding, etc. But that’s something she doesn’t pay enough attention to, claiming it’s because she’s not familiar with the culture), the civilian thought a lot about how they should be more cordial.

A significant change for her... a very big one for Tobirama who, the more he interacts with his future wife... he feels... he is more confused, although quite observant and careful with Karen because of her weakness and lack of chakra (he lies to himself)

How will she see Hashirama? What did Izuna do to offend the Hyūgas? ...That’s why people should be trained and not thrown into a job they thought was easy to get her out of the game while Hashirama settled down with his wife and stopped thinking about Karen and the kisses he stole from her.

Poor guy.

Thank you for your kudos/notes and comments.

Author-chan out! 

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Chapter Sixteen (Deceit and Decay)

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Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Gun Violence, Misuse of Medical Diagnosis, Just some fun times

A/N: For a full list of tags, please visit ao3. You can read previous chapters on ao3 or off my masterlist here on tumblr. Looks like this is becoming a long fic as I've passed 50k by this point and might have another 30k or so in me. It has been fun.

What if Belle didn't fall in love with the Conqueror Beast? What if his last hope abandoned him, simply because she didn't know he existed? Would his black heart break and crack, or grow as hard as stone? An AU where Chevalier is crowned for Rhodolite, Gilbert lost his last shred of humanity, and MC (Dahlia) is thrust into a nightmare world where deceit and decay are everyday occurrences.

“Where are your shoes, Little Rabbit?” Gilbert asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “Those were a gift from me. Did you not like them?”

“I… th-threw them.” Dahlia admitted. He had said he hated lies and she wasn't about to test his patience right now.

“Ahaha!” Gilbert laughed. “You're so unpredictable. But tell me, why did you throw them?”

Dahlia's eyes darted towards Leon, still in combat with the hooded assailant. Gilbert's eye followed, his grin growing deeper and his eye darker. “Ah, I see.”

Dahlia's gaze snapped back into Gilbert. He adjusted his hold on her, bringing her closer to his chest as he shifted her to carry in his arms. He didn't want her harming herself by walking barefoot through the streets, plus, this display would have a bonus benefit in front of the Rhodolite prince.

“That's enough, Roderic.” Gilbert called out as he walked towards the human barricade of soldiers aiming weapons at Leon, taking Dahlia along with him.

The hooded man jumped back several times, disengaging and dashing away from Leon. His weapon was sheathed before he slipped through the line of men, and a moment later he was standing next to Gilbert. Dahlia's wide eyes landed on Roderic. She hadn't even considered that he was the one attacking Leon. It seemed so reasonable now. It's not like she had seen any other suspiciously inconspicuous men in cloaks since she had arrived.

“Did she at least hit her mark?” Gil didn't look at Roderic when he asked, though it was clear who he was speaking to.

Roderic seemed to hesitate in answering. The question should have been simple, but he noticeably paused before speaking. “... Twice.”

“Hehee,” Gilbert laughed again. “Little Rabbit, you should be nicer with your gifts. Poor Roderic didn't deserve that, did he?”

Dahlia glanced between Roderic and Gilbert. She honestly didn't know how to answer. She was frightened, angry, hurt both physically and emotionally. It felt like Roderic had betrayed her by attacking Leon, but she knew he was also doing his duty. Could she fault him for always being on the opposing side of her wishes? He was responsible for her wellbeing, he had said - he never said he was her ally.

“He did.” Dahlia croaked. There was no doubt in her mind that she would repeat her actions even knowing who was under the cloak. He attacked Leon and she did what she could to stop it.

Gilbert did not like that answer. Though he maintained his smile, his anger ignited. Dahlia had been a pacifist since she was a little girl. He had heard the stories of her and how big her heart was. How kind she was. How forgiving and nonviolent. She would always choose the side of peaceable conversation. That was why he had fallen in love with her. Because she was nothing like him.

It may not have been anything that could have caused real harm to Roderic, but she had chosen violence rather than verbal discourse. She chose to interfere in a fight with violence, and had she sufficiently distracted Roderic, the Rhodolite prince might have struck a vital blow. She showed no remorse for her choice, and stubbornly stated it was justified.

That's not right. That's not how she was supposed to be. She was supposed to continue forward on the path he hadn't taken. She was supposed to be strong in her pure morals and determined to avoid physical altercations. If she started now with small acts like this, how long until she fell far enough to be drenched in the blood of justifiable murder? She was corrupted. This was a sign of that show spreading disease that came from being involved with nobility. She had been tainted, and the cause of her sickness was standing on the other side of a row of men.

Leon breathed heavily, his sword at the ready. There weren't many standing between him and Dahlia, but even if he managed to cut down the soldiers, the hooded man was still someone he'd have to contend with. And then there was Gilbert. Gilbert, who was holding Dahlia cradled against him. Gilbert, who was responsible for taking her in the first place. He wanted more than anything to run him through at this moment. It would make him a criminal to his own kingdom, but the thought of removing a member of Obsidian’s warmongering Imperial family from this earth was tempting. 

Gilbert leaned close to Dahlia's ear, he had caught the Fourth Prince's attention and wanted to keep it a while longer. “Little Rabbit, I need you to stand for a moment. Don't move now, you could hurt yourself without shoes.”

Carefully, he set Dahlia back on her feet, tucked next to his side. One arm was wrapped around her with his hand nestled safely below her injured arm, setting his hand on her waist. He could see how his interactions with Dahlia were fanning Leon’s anger. He was almost too easy to incite. The more he touched Dahlia, the more Leon's gaze darkened and clouded. Chevalier should have sent someone smarter. Someone more level headed. 

“I was wondering who would be foolish enough to sneak into Obsidian, but I didn't expect the Fourth Prince.” Gilbert raised his voice to address Leon. “I'm disappointed how easy it was to snag you. There's absolutely no thrill in the hunt when you recklessly stumble into my waiting claws.”

“If you'd like another chance, you could look the other way. I’ll put in more effort and we can try again.” Leon didn't offer a smile with the joke, he didn't feel like he could smile at the moment. Not with the way Gilbert was holding onto Dahlia. Not with the way she looked so frightened. 

“Ahaha. That does sound like fun. Unfortunately, I'm not the catch and release sort, and I don't take kindly to people touching my things.” Gilbert inched Dahlia closer to him to punctuate his claim over her. She was his long before the Rhodolite princes even knew of her. She was his long before she was stolen away to the Rhodolite palace. She was his even while they were corrupting her, laying claim to something that didn’t belong to them. And she would always be his. He just had to get her to see that. 

Leon’s temper flared. “Dahlia isn’t a thing. And she isn’t ‘yours’ to own! She’s a person who gets to make her own choices. I don’t care who you are, you don’t get to take that away from her!”

The beast inside Leon was rearing its head and Gilbert only needed to poke the sleeping lion once more to prod it into action. Too easy. If a few words could wind him up like that… he had an idea that would surely break the beast. 

Gilbert’s fingers flexed into Dahlia’s side, his grip tightening on her. Dahlia’s gaze wavered, her heart overflowing with worry and love for Leon. He was still concerned with her when he should be worrying about how to escape with his life. Meekly, she found her voice and spoke only loud enough for Gilbert to hear. “Prince Gilbert? I have a proposition.”

Gilbert turned his red gaze on Dahlia and she felt the weight of that death glare on her. She couldn’t meet him eye to eye, but she trusted that her words would be enough if she could form them coherently. The way her heart was beating did nothing to lessen the fogginess in her head. The way fear and worry and pain and adrenaline and the drug all blanketed her thoughts made connecting them so much more difficult. 

“Please… please let Leon go. He’ll leave– he’ll go back to Rhodolite. I’ll… I’ll be sure he understands. If you let him go, I’ll stay. I’ll stay longer and…” She trailed off. She wasn’t sure what else she could offer. She wasn’t sure how severe the punishment was for sneaking into Obsidian, especially as a prince. She wasn’t sure how she could be any sort of value, but clearly Gilbert saw value in her. And she wanted more than anything for Leon to not be brought before the Supreme Emperor who would likely have him sentenced to death.

“Say it louder.” Gilbert spoke so coldly that Dahlia felt a chill lance down her spine. “Tell him your choice loud enough that he can hear you.”

Dahlia took a deep breath, fighting the trembling she felt shaking through her. Peering across the soldiers that separated them, Dahlia attempted an even tone as she announced, “I’m choosing to stay, Leon.”

Leon’s eyes flew wide, his jaw going slack in surprise. But an instant later his teeth were clenched and his eyes narrowed at Gilbert. “Did he tell you to say that? What did you threaten her with?”

Gilbert laughed in the background as Dahlia quickly explained, “He didn’t threaten me, Leon! I’m saying go home. Go back to Rhodolite, okay? Please?”

“The Little Rabbit made her choice, you see.” Gilbert’s eye moved from Leon to Dahlia pressed against him, then back to the incensed man. A wicked grin crept onto his lips, a devilish thought crossing his mind. He leaned towards Dahlia and made an obvious show of kissing her cheek, being certain that the Fourth Prince would see.

“You bastard!” Leon yelled, charging for the line. He didn’t care how many men there were in his way, he could kill them all if it meant keeping Dahlia safe. She wouldn't make a choice like that. She wouldn't make an escape plan with him just to tell him to leave. She wouldn't choose to stay unless Gilbert threatened her with something. And he would keep pushing himself on her if she stayed. It would be more than a kiss next time. Leon couldn't let that happen to her. He had to save her. 

Dahlia gasped, her fingers touching where Gilbert’s cool lips had just been. Her eyes were wide as she snapped them to meet Gil’s. And just as he had expected, she left herself open when she turned to look at him, allowing him to touch his lips to hers. That one was for his own amusement. The Rhodolite prince had already lunged into his death sentence. Already shocked, Dahlia stood there in stunned silence. Prince Gilbert had just kissed her. What was even going on?

Leon fought harder. He was outnumbered six to one, but he fought like a man possessed. He swung and slashed at the soldiers, managing to advance despite the odds. One man fell. Then another. Gilbert watched him with a gleefully evil smile. It didn’t bother the Obsidian prince at all that Leon was cutting down the men between them. It was quite the opposite. Each time Leon acted like the beast he was, it thrilled Gilbert to see his uncontrollable monstrous side on display.

“Look at your prince now, Little Rabbit.” Gil caught Dahlia’s dazed gaze and indicated towards Leon.

Dahlia, still confuddled by what Prince Gilbert had just done, hadn’t even registered the noise while her thoughts had swirled inside her mind. She was still trying to process that Prince Gilbert had kissed her twice . When she turned her eyes in Leon’s direction, she felt confused all over again at what was taking place in front of her. He had been fine just a moment before. 

But now, Leon wasn’t on the other side of the line of men any longer. Leon wasn’t standing with a confident grin. Leon wasn’t going home to Rhodolite despite the deal she had made with Prince Gilbert. Leon was… fighting. He was in the middle of the group and he was tearing them down. He was the specter of death, taking one life after another. He was ferociously fighting and splattered in blood. So much blood. 

The blood highlighted his longsword, running parallel to the way Leon slashed and stabbed. It left marks on his face, his clothes, on him, painting him into something Dahlia didn't recognize. It pooled under the bodies whose clothes were soaked through, seeping into the cracks where the stone street was cobbled together. There would be more dark stains on more dark stone. 

Dahlia attempted to take a step backwards, not understanding what she was seeing. She had never witnessed something so brutal. She had never had to see someone take their last breath or watch their heart thump its last beat. She didn't even realize one person could hold so much blood. There was so, so much.  And Leon was the reason. But even as she moved to separate herself from the carnage, a strong arm held her still. Tucked into Gilbert’s side, she had no strength to fight him. Tucked next to one frightening being, she was forced to watch another cut and kill his way towards her. 

“Leon… Why?” She whispered, watching him slice through another man. She trembled in Gilbert’s hold. She wasn’t sure she would be standing much longer. The smell was overwhelming. She could taste the air. It was sticky and coppery and Dahlia gagged, covering her mouth with her hand. It did nothing to dampen the stench of death. 

The last soldier slumped heavily to the ground and Leon’s chest heaved as he breathed. The street was silent save for him. Bystanders had amassed, circling around the area and keeping clear of the conflict. Roderic was poised and ready to attack if Leon so much as stepped towards Gilbert. Gilbert was grinning, his arm still around Dahlia. And Dahlia was… horrified. She stood there with a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, and she was clearly shaking.

“Such a shame,” Gilbert smiled as he spoke. “You might have left with a slap on the wrist. The Little Rabbit promised you’d go back to that pitiful country you came from. Sneaking into Obsidian isn’t terribly illegal. But now look at what you’ve done.” Gilbert waved his hand at the dead men around Leon.

“You’re just a mad beast. Not even your king can save you, now.” Gil pulled a revolver from his holster. It was a strange looking item that most people present had never laid eyes on, only Roderic and Gilbert. Compact, it was far more accurate than a rifle, far easier to use, and far more deadly in the right hands.

Gilbert’s hands were the right hands.

It was loud. It was so very loud. The pop that it made when Gilbert squeezed the trigger was startling in the silent street. The crack shook Dahlia as much as the impact shook Leon. At close range like he was, Leon had no chance for survival. A hole had opened in his chest, and while it made no sense to Dahlia, suddenly Leon was clutching at himself, his hands covered in more blood than should be possible.

Leon’s sword slipped from his grasp, clunking on the street. A river of blood poured from his wound. It was like someone had turned on the tap of Leon’s life and it was leaking from him. He coughed and dark red colored his lips, oozing down his chin.

That was the last thing Dahlia saw.

The way his blood coated his lips and the way it dripped from his mouth.

The rest of the events of the day happened without her knowledge. If only she had fainted, she would have at least come around before the sun set on that night. But Dahlia was not so lucky. The scene broke something within her rendering her catatonic.

She said nothing. She made no movements on her own. And she stared at nothing. She wasn't really existing in the same world at the moment. Leon's blood pouring from his mouth replaying behind her empty eyes. Leon's sputtering last breath leaking from his mouth. There was nothing else. 

“Clean this up.” Gilbert ordered Roderic, setting his gun back in his holster. “Come, Little Rabbit. You're still lacking shoes.”

Gil scooped Dahlia up, effortlessly. Her lack of movement seemed off and that was when he noticed her frozen, blank expression. His eyebrow raised as he peered into her eyes. “Little Rabbit?”

No response. No recognition. Her eyes didn't move at all despite Gil taking up her view. She simply stared at nothing. 

Gil's dark mood grew darker.

He had been careless with her. She wasn't used to how normal these sorts of occurrences were. This might have even been the first time she saw someone die. It appeared to have been too much for her to handle. He had been too caught up in turning the Fourth Prince into an unruly beast that he had forgotten how delicate she was. He had wanted her to see with her own eyes that her trust had been misplaced, but now she wasn't seeing anything, it seemed.

He sighed, angry once again that the beasts of Rhodolite had harmed his priceless possession. She never would have been exposed to this world if they had simply left her alone. And now she had a new crack to be mended. A new wound he'd have to be certain didn't fester and decay. 

Bundling Dahlia closer to him, Gilbert held her the entire return trip to the castle. He brought her to her room, and quietly sat there with her still wrapped in his arms. It was a strange feeling, caring about someone else's wellbeing. He had never considered if his actions had gone too far before, and now here he was wondering if perhaps he had participated in harming Dahlia unintentionally. Surely there would have been a greater risk of hurt if he hadn't stepped in, but the thought that he held any responsibility didn't sit well with him. 

It was uncomfortable - the knot in his gut that had him doubting himself. At least it was eased by her presence. At least having her close and safe from further harm eased his imagination. For an entire year he had thought about the marks the den of beasts was leaving on her. For an entire year he had nothing but his imaginations of what was happening to her. But now she was here. Now she was safe. He would need to be more careful to not let anyone else hurt her. 

He inhaled her scent, nose pressed close to her hair. Her warmth seeped into him, sitting on his lap and leaning against his chest. Even though he truly desired for her to speak to him and look at him as he had imagined many times over the years, there was a distinct pleasure in just being close to her without her refusal. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it had its merits and possibilities. Possibilities that were quickly propagating dark desires within himself. Possibilities of how easily she was maneuvered and how compliant she was.

But not like this, he reminded himself. Yes, he wanted more, but not like this. 

He breathed her in again. He carded his fingers through her hair. “You're so troublesome, Little Rabbit.” He murmured to her, not expecting her to hear him. “The things you so easily walk into. You put yourself in dangerous situations without consideration of what might happen to you.”

Gil sighed. Was this worry? Did he worry for her? He could so easily take advantage of her state and sate his hunger for her, just as he could have the night before, and while there was a certain appeal - a deep wanting and restrained need to do so - he didn't want to take from her the things he craved. He didn't want to color her as black as his heart was. He felt the urge to protect her, to give her freedom and choice, but the choices she made concerned him. She did not make choices with her own care in mind. She cared too much for everyone else. That left him to be the one caring for her. 

Yes, this must be worry.

[angelshadowsinger]

Hi, Angel!💗 I was wondering if you could please share where you learned how to create your masterlist, and profile layout, and how did you upload your dividers without it looking weird? I’m newish to Tumblr and I’m getting a little frustrated because I’m having trouble figuring it out.💗

hii sweetest! yes, of course I can give you some pointers. first of all, welcome to tumblr authorhood!! may you receive many comments and find infinite motivation~

for me, I suppose I’m “self-taught”? but isn’t everyone on this app? lol. actually, I’ve been sharing fic on tumblr for… idk, 8 years on and off ?? omg that’s wild. but yeah, I’ve definitely learned some stuff along the way., here are my key takeaways:

(general) promote interaction:

there’s a couple things I do to try to improve the number of notes I receive on my posts, but there’s also a few things I try my best to do in order to improve my readers’ experience. first, I use tags on every post I publish. I have a tag for asks, for my fics, for my fic recs, etc. This makes it easier for a potential follower to go through with following you even if they don’t like 100% of your content, bc they can always blacklist the tag and they won’t have to see any of those posts. second, use links so that your readers can easily look through your stuff. a masterlist is KEY here as it’s the gateway for all your fics, but also, general navigation, or even linking your masterlist at the end of your fics can be beneficial too. I find it’s also really important to have links in your bio. this makes it way more approachable for any followers and it’s honestly nice to have for your own purposes as well. the only thing about that is, you have to make the links for your bio on the computer version of tumblr when you’re editing your blog. it cannot be mobile, something about it just won’t work. i can go into further detail on how to get those bio links but tbh i just looked it up on google 5yrs ago and it’s stayed the same since then lol~

theme:

obviously my blog doesnt have a “theme” theme when you visit it on computer, but i mean theme as in, all your navigation/general/fic posts are cohesive and they look like they belong on the same blog. you can achieve this by using the same fonts, text symbols (or emojis…. i guess. personally, side eye…), or dividers.

fonts:

so beyond the 3 fonts tumblr has in its posting formatting, i personally like to use copy paste fonts. they still work with embedding links and stuff as well. i like to use a font generator, where you type in whatever you’d like and it converts it for you. then you can just copy & paste.

text symbols:

these are a good for borders and dividers, or just generally spicing up your bio/navigation. i usually google “text symbols copy paste”, and browse through the results.

dividers:

when you’d like to use a photo divider on your blog, make sure it is a very skinny PNG file. PNG means it has a transparent background, so it will be more cohesive for your readers on regular white posts and also dark mode posts. I actually designed my own PNG divider (Azriel’s siphon of course hehe) on my iPad on ProCreate, but I know there’s a lot of blogs that make them and share them, which you can use so long as you give proper credits. that’s another thing that’s important— always make sure to credit others if you’re using work that isn’t yours!

most importantly, I recommend always TESTING these methods!! make sure to double check that all your links work, that the symbol you choose doesn’t become an emoji when you paste, that the font is all set. there’s a lot of trial and error involved in making your blog just right :) hope this helps & good luck anon!!

[teasylee]

Title: ticklish happenings

Summary: Mawce discovers that their girlfriend, Sylvia, is very ticklish, laughter ensues!

Fandom: no fandom, these are my original characters!

Content warnings: tickling

sylvia would do anything for her partner, Mawce, no matter how embarrasing it was. on this particular night, they asked her to come over to stay for a week or so since their parents were out of town for a couple of weeks and of course Sylvia wasn't going to reject the offer, but little did she know what would happen the first night

"thanks for coming over tonight, i really appriciate it!" Mawce said, hugging their girlfriend tight. they had accidentally wiggled their fingers on Sylvia's sides, causing her to squirm and giggle. "wait a minute! Sylvia, are you.... TICKLISH?"

Sylvia snorted, trying to speak without laughing. "Y-yeah. r-really t-t-t... t-wordish..." "that's SOO cute!! awww you can't bring yourself to tickleeee~~" Mawce coos, lifting their girlfriend into their lap.

"ahh, tickling has always been a massive hyperfixation for me but i've never had anybody to do it to! sooo..." Mawce says, Sylvia blushing as they kiss her neck. "would you be so kind as to let me test out some cute tickle techniques on your beyond adorable body?"

Sylvia squirms around again, embarrased of how ticklish she is. "s-sure... i don't s-see why not..." "YAY! you wait right there, my adorable little lee, this ler needs to get some things from their draw~"

Sylvia sat on their bed, trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever could happen. the last time she was tickled was by her big brother and mother when they tag teamed her when she was 7, she could still remember the raspberries on her belly and her mother's sharp finger nails on her sensitive little feet as she lauged her head off. but she was 18 now, surely 11 years without being tickled would be good, right?

her partner soon came into their bedroom holding a box of who-knows-what as they teasingly scratched at it with their fingers, making Sylvia blush and squirm around some more.

"awww, you're so cute when you do that! i can't wait until i can make you scream~" Mawce teases, setting the box down before crawling onto the bed and gently pushing their girlfriend onto the pillows. "now then, where to start on my cute little lee?"

they eyes scanned every inch of Sylvia's body before honing in on her covered belly, giving them a idea. "Ooo, i even have something for you to do!"

Mawce lifts the bottom of Sylvia's loose shirt and brings it up to her mouth. "You need to keep that shirt of yours in your mouth so i can work my magic~ if you fail and let it go? i go full force!"

Sylvia blushed heavily, biting into her shirt and bracing herself. Mawce brought their fingers down and scribbled across her tummy and sides gently, she imediately is reduced to squirming and muffled, desperate giggling, she really didn't anticipate for such soft tickles to be so bad!

Mawce chuckles teasingly, grabbing at Sylvia's chubby belly and shaking it around. "Oh wow, i don't know wheather to be suprised or dissapointed that you've held out for this long without dropping your shirt! hmmm, maybe a toy could help... 'free' you, hehe~" and with that, they took the lid off of the box and searched inside, soon pulling out a pink feather.

"do you get it? it's tickled pink! apparently these things absolutely destroy every lee, even the most stubborn ones!" Sylvia's eyes widen, she's seen tickle torture scenes in loads of shows and movies and they almost always use feathers.

before she could even think of squirming away, the feather was already working its magic on her chubby tummy; drawing silly shapes, poking her before finally dipping into her bellybutton, circling the skin that surrounded it.

this caused Sylvia to give in, accidentally dropping the hem of the shirt which was now covered in saliva and laughing hysterically. "I-YAHAHAHAHAHA!! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHWCE S-STOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!"

Mawce smiled victoriously, locking eyes with their overly ticklish girlfriend. "well would you look at that, you just lost the game! do you know what happens now, my beloved lee?~"

"i... know. y-you're gonna... go... full force.." Sylvia blushed and panted, trying to get her breath back. as she regained her composure, she her Mawce chuckle lowly.

Mawce looked at her and licked their lips, smiling wildly. "you're half way right! it's not gonna be me, it's gonna be a big scary beast, wanna guess?~"

their girlfriend gulped, it wasn't going to be Mawce? then who? her answers were soon answered as they pounced onto her, their head going underneath her shirt.

"It's the tickle monster, and they're hungry for your skin and raspberries!! time to dig in!" Mawce announced as they began chomping and blowing raspberries of their girlfriends defenseless, pudgy, hellishly ticklish tummy.

Sylvia cackles and howls as she flails around and tries to shove at Mawce's head to get them away, but they didn't move an inch. "BAHAHAHAHAHAA! MEHEHEHEHEHERCY! IHIHIHIT'S TOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!"

She knew that she wanted them to continue deep down, but her ticklish body was in stitches as her lover nibbled and blew on her belly as they made teasing 'nom nom nom' sounds with each chomp.

Mawce held onto her securely, their arm under her back with fingers tapping her sides so her tummy had nowhere to go. "ooo, you're so yummy~ nom nom nom nom!~ time for the finishing piece!" they say whilst they position their lips mere inches above Sylvia's bellybutton, taking a massive inhale and putting their lips directly on her bellybutton, releasing a long, wet raspberry that caused her whole belly to vibrate with laughter.

"AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! I - *SQUEAK* I CAHAHAHAHAN'T T- *SQUEAK* AHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!!" Sylvia squealed as she thrashed her head from side to side and tried her best to grip onto the bed sheets, she couldn't even think properly as the raspberry dragged on.

With a few tickly butterfly kisses to the belly, Mawce finally stopped and removed their head from their girlfriends shirt and stared at her completely red face.

"Whoops! I guess I went too far, huh? I'm really sorry!" Mawce apologised as they watched Sylvia closely.

She panted and twitched in the aftermath, giggling breathlessly as she regained her breath and composure. she... actually enjoyed it! the attention given to her body along with the pure joy from both herself and Mawce made her feel safe and loved.

"It's... fine, honestly! I... umm.... liked it too... could you do it more often..?" Sylvia asked, covering her face due to embarrasment. Her partner's eyes widened before smiling, pouncing on and hugging Sylvia.

"i thought you'd never ask!" Mawce cheered excitedly, quickly giving Sylvia's cheeks butterfly kisses.

this was going to be an interesting week..

If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes then please let me know!

[goddevouringserpent]

tagged by @miseryscrowned to take the "Which D&D class suits your personality?" (or, in this case, your OC's personality) quiz. took me ages because I have been so busy & stressed out I am starting to lose track of time, but wat ever we stay silly and take things as best as we can take them~

putting it under a cut because I chose not one, but two OCs for this, and as is often the case with me I started rambling and this got long as hell, lol.

in light of the DLC release date announcement, I'm back in WOTR mode and rotating my beloved wrathful girlie at washing machine speed, so!

picrew credit

Kaija (she/they), my most developed Knight Commander. who, yes, has a canon class, or... sort of canon? IDK, she's a Sword Saint/Vivisectionist, but I've been contemplating a different build for the run I'll do once the DLC comes out—probably will still be martial heavy, but we'll see... anyway, I just wanted to see what class she got assigned based on her personality LOL

and the result was:

Rogue

You’re a practical and unusually resourceful person with big dreams that may or may not involve copious amounts of money or treasure. You’re ambitious, you know what you want, and you’ll do whatever you can to get it. Some people might think you’re selfish, but you know it’s important to take care of yourself first. You thrive under pressure and you might have a bit of a mischievous or chaotic side.

Arcane Trickster subclass

Some rogues enhance their fine-honed skills of stealth and agility with magic, learning tricks of enchantment and illusion. You’re an adaptable person who likes to cultivate a range of skills and interests. Once you decide to pick up a new skill or hobby, you’re more than willing to put in a little time and effort to learn how to do it well. You like to feel competent and powerful. You’re not always the most direct person and you may sometimes hide your true thoughts and feelings behind lies or misdirection. Some people might not know what to expect of you, or you might be a bit misunderstood, but you’re capable of a lot more than some people give you credit for.

and I'll admit the result really surprised me at first because I've never seen them as the roguish type—she is quite literally built like a wrestler, roughly 190cm tall, contains multitudes of rage & does not have a single subtle bone in her—but upon reflection I can definitely see it, especially considering how the test openly states that it assigns a class based on personality, not mechanics. the descriptions given match really well, too; INSANELY resourceful, ambitious, materialistic, selfish, chaotic, adaptable, hates feeling powerless/needs to feel like the strongest and most powerful person in the room at any given time, rarely if ever shows her true feelings, often underestimated or not taken seriously despite being more than competent enough to deserve a different treatment... so yeah, fair, she would make a really good rogue! might keep that in mind for the aforementioned new build plans hehe

also: fun result considering one of the characters I ship Kai with—and who is essentially her "endgame" pairing in terms of being a healthy, loving, long-term relationship—is Woljif... who is an Eldritch Scoundrel 🤭 meant for each other~

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then, because I am equally as excited about Shadow of the Erdtree releasing soon (June release dates for both DLCs, in fact... I'm gonna eat GOOD this winter break 😌), my Tarnished Yunia! aka the other she/they I have been spinning in the vortex of my thoughts 24/7, and who hilariously enough could not be more different from Kaija if they tried lol

art credit (and also sick as hell modern fit design credit)

Yunia got:

Cleric

You’re dedicated, caring, and probably a sucker for happy endings. You spend so much time helping other people that you might forget to take care of yourself. You’re very idealistic and have a strong sense of faith in your beliefs, which may be actual religious beliefs or just your personal moral code. You like to be prepared for a variety of situations and you may have a bit of a protective side.

Nature domain

Gods of nature are as varied as the natural world itself; from inscrutable gods of the deep to friendly deities associated with particular springs and groves. You feel comforted by nature and you’re drawn to the outdoors. You want to do as much as you can to take care of our world and you wish other people would take environmental concerns more seriously. You might come across as a calm and easygoing person most of the time, but you can have a surprisingly vicious side when someone violates your principles. You’re not afraid to confront harsh truths and you generally have a practical and realistic outlook on life.

Cleric tracks, it's a ridiculously good fit for her thematically—their entire Character Thing is passionate devotion towards the House of Caria (and later, to Ranni & her ideal for the Age of Stars) which overrides even their most basic self-preservation instinct at times and is pretty much, like, the core of their identity. so in a D&D AU, Yunia being a cleric of the Moon goddess Ranni would work out extremely well: following her dogma to a letter, doing everything in Ranni's name and to serve her earthly purposes, drawing from that very faith and dedication to find their own power and way in life, hopelessly in love with Ranni but shh don't tell anyone

Nature domain, on the other hand, I did not see coming, but the description works... ish? like, I'm not sure Yunia is particularly concerned about environmental issues in their source material LOL (even if there is quite a lot of shit to be concerned about, but that's probably on account of the Lands Between being an absolute shithole at the best of times <3), but in a modern AU I could definitely see her going for something like Environmental Sciences, yeah. being a protector-type with very firm beliefs is, again, a core part of their personality, & it's more likely they'd find themself working with flora or fauna because she is just Not good with people at all lol

(the part about having a "surprisingly vicious side" is 100% true though and I hope one day I can write any of the fics involving her I have planned, because that would be SO much fun to delve into :3)

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tagging @hate-not-wanting-a-name (Zimka and/or Fixer? Zimka and/or Fixer maybe? my beloved little guys perhaps? 👀), @takers-flames, and UUHHH whoever else wants to do this, feel free to say I tagged you / mention me in your post so I can see! I'd tag more but I'm pretty sure that most of my mutuals' OCs already have assigned classes lmao 😭

[seelestia]

THIS LITTLE- HOW DARE YOU- I FED YOU ALL THOSE STUPID MUSHROOMS- *voice muffled by zhongli's hands*

ahem. anyway. i'm watching you, you little short man (says me who is probably around the same height as wanderer)

been busy with work these days but i think it's starting to wind down so that's good!! i hope the hws and tests aren't stressing you too much... remember to hydrate and eat properly!!

hahahah uhhh yeah it is pretty daunting to use if you're a new user but once you get the hang of it you should be able to do stuff easily! for me i just use an inline database and insert my own properties. you can insert the db by clicking the + thingy on the page if you're on mobile, or typing / on desktop. and then you just add properties like characters (as multiple selections/tags) or status etc...

no yeah little guy's backstory is just... heartbreaking ;;; i do want to pat him and adopt him- i mean what-

zhongli is being as loving and good to me as usual <3

al haitham calls himself feeble but he effortlessly manages to pull me aside so i won't bonk myself into a random pole when i walk with my eyes on my phone, so...

NOT THE RUKKHASHAVA MUSHROOMS, HELP—

"touched a nerve, did i?" the wanderer stifles a pressing cackle that almost slips between his lips, "whatever, i'm leaving and i'm taking odelia with me. bye."

yayyyy!! i'm glad work is winding a little for you, we love a less stressed rin jie <3 since that is happening, that should be a sign you need to stop stocking up on caffeine for the time being because i'm concerned— we need to separate you from it. this is funny coming from someone who rarely consumes caffeine. does zhongli have to say abt this addiction. (/lh) and dw, i'm doing well with homework! lucky me the wanderer is good at cooking and has a knack for nagging surprisingly <3

OPENING NOTION IS LIKE WAKING UP TO A WHOLE TSUNAMI FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. (/j) i seeee! i think i might resort to putting my public wip list on carrd instead, but i'll deffo try my hand at notion again bcs things just happen to fascinate me more when i can't grasp it, hehe. your tips will help in the long run! tysmmm, rin jie >:3c

SOFT SPOT. SOFT SPOT DETECTED. let's zoom in on that real quick 🔍 (/lh) AND I AGREE!! smth abt the inversion of genesis quest really forgot it for me. although i wished they glossed a bit more on his first betrayal (ei), but i think they did a pretty good job overall! i love how he wasn't just let off the hook (even by himself) and how he resolved to 'atone', even if he knew that his sins could never be forgiven. THAT'S MY BABYYYY— ahem.

zhongli just can't help but be so soft for you 25/8, this is what happens when you feed him too many headpats— AND OOH, I CAN SEE IT!! what's ironic is that the both of you actually aren't looking ahead; he has a book in his hand and you're browsing on your phone BUT STILL. but still, he is the one who always manages to either put a hand on your shoulder or cushion your forehead from hitting the pole. "eyes on the road," says him. (/j)

[teecupangel]

From @knine-nights-loves-ac

OHHHHHH EZIO HAS ENTERED THE CHAT BOYS AND GIRLS

From @thewolfprince

Ezio!!! Also I want to know more about the religion of Desmond hehe- Altaïr is functionally immortal now. Also EMBRACE THE CHAOS DESMOND! YOU’RE A GOD NOW! DO GOD SHIT!

From @thecosmickight

I am in love with all of this!!!! Poor Ezio tho. He's about to become very religious soon, XD.

From @zero-saito

Altair was waiting for Ezio!! Ezio is gonna hear Desmond and its gonna start with apologies of getting him dragged into this. Ezio’s god isnt as wrathful as he thought, Altair on the other hand… Alty has been waiting to hear from his patron again 😂 Desmond wont be able to hide forever

From @crushednox

*screaming in glee at all of this*

Tags from @allegedlyrainy

#assassin's creed #ezio joins the party!! with altaïr's guidance they're going to be fucking unstoppable (which is probably good for altaïr's impatience lmao) #how long after hearing desmond for the first time does it take ezio to become genuinely devoted to him as well? #whatever he might've thought about his god is absolutely not going to line up with the reality #but there's still just something about him that draws people in...

Tags from @dangerousgolemkitty

#these are all amazing#but I am absolutely laughing at the idea of Edward beating his son's ass #haytham you better pray your father never finds you #put Edward behind the Aquila's wheel guys #we can end this revolution real quick #Ezio seems par for the course #Altair is just kicking ass left and right

“How’s the Timeline Theatre Project?”

“Do not call it that.” Altaïr snapped before taking a deep breath.

Ezio Auditore’s grin showed that he was doing this on purpose.

He had always enjoyed getting Altaïr to lose his cool and nothing could dissuade the child from doing just that.

“But that’s what it is, right? You want to see the other timelines.” Ezio waved his hand at Altaïr’s hidden blade.

Calling it a hidden blade was misleading.

It was more of a multiple purpose gauntlet that had a hidden blade in it.

It also housed a database larger than what the Apple had access to that only Altaïr could access.

Instead of continuing their conversation, Altaïr asked, “How was Firenze?”

Ezio sighed before answering, “Still suffering from a power struggle between the three largest religions in all of Italia.”

Ezio frowned as he added, “The worshippers of Isus are planning something big. La Volpe is still trying to figure out what this something ‘big’ is but I would advise we send a few of our brothers to assist his cause.”

“Present a proposal-” Altaïr ignored Ezio’s complaining groan and continued, “-with a clear goal and contingencies. You will be leading the team.”

Ezio blinked as he asked, “You’ll let me lead a team?”

Altaïr turned to stare at him as he said, “I believe you have grown well enough this past year for such a task.”

Ezio’s lips curved into a grin and his eyes shone brightly so Altaïr added, “This is also a test to see how you carry yourself on the field without someone bossing you around as you like to say. Your performance in this mission will serve as your rank promotion test as well.”

“I see.” Ezio dropped his smile as he thought about it. He nodded as his eyes shone with both excitement and determination, “I won’t let you down, mentore.”

Altaïr turned to face the full body mirror in front of him once more as he said, “I know you won’t. You have until dinner to present me with your proposal.”

“Dinner!” Ezio spluttered. He had just finished lunch before coming to report to Altaïr.

“Sunlight is burning, Ezio.” Altaïr reminded him without looking back at him.

“Oh you are such a-” Ezio words turned into a frustrated growl before he briskly walked out of Altaïr’s research lab. Altaïr’s lips curved into a small smile when he heard Ezio close the door loudly to show his displeasure.

His expression turned blank as he placed his left hand on the mirror. The mirror turned grey that swirled and shimmered under Altaïr’s touch.

The shapes were barely noticeable against the shimmering ever moving grey but he could see Ezio.

Another Ezio.

One that heard their patron god’s voice and changed Altaïr’s life.

No.

It was another him. An ‘Altaïr’ who wasn’t abandoned by his patron god.

It won’t be long until that Ezio will be abandoned as well.

Because there were more of them.

From what he saw, at least 3 more were blessed by Desmond. One of which involved ships and a complicated family situation that Altaïr had no desire to watch.

And, considering Desmond’s personality, Altaïr highly doubted their god abandoned him out of malice or boredom.

Desmond probably believed that Altaïr would be ‘alright’ now even without his guidance.

Not knowing his order for death to never gaze upon Altaïr was still in effect.

But that was alright.

All Altaïr needed to do was make Desmond see him once more.

Even if it means stepping into another timeline.

What he was building was not a theatre.

But a train.

Normally, Desmond is sent back in time to mess with things.

But what if it wasn't him?

Like, maybe Desmond couldn't go back in time himself but he could, in the split second he touched the apple, send someone else.

What if one of his ancestors went back in time? (Upon their deaths or something.)

I imagine a young Altair (who might be using a fake name) running around Italy with a tired Ezio following like a worried mother hen. (No, Claudia, he is not hovering he is just concerned) He ends up taking Altair under his wing (No, Claudia, it is not adoption.)

Or maybe Altair ends up in Bayek's time, Oh! Or Connor in Ezio's time. (Edward and Ezio would either get along badly or be too powerful if they were together in the same time period.)

These boys ruin the timeline and somehow save the world/future by simply stumbling through everything with no clue what's going on. and of course the power of friendship and really sharp blades.

Desmond and Clay are laughing their asses off in the afterlife as their ancestors destroy centuries worth of carefully calculated plans. (They might also manipulate things a little to help.)

And the time traveling ancestors for the most part, are doing the best they can in their current situation.

They are freaking the fuck out the whole time but are excellent at hiding it.

Poor Ezio.

(No, Altair, you can't kill that person because that have information we need, yes, I'm sure, Claudia don't encourage him.)

Well… How about we add some… ‘order’ to the chaos?

Desmond only had a fraction of a second to send his ancestor back in time.

And he hesitated.

He didn’t know which one to send.

Should it be Altaïr? Altaïr always felt like he would find out what to do even if he was given only minimal clues.

But Ezio was his prophet, the one he had been with the longest…

Ratonhnhaké:ton though… he deserves answers. He deserves the truth.

And when he woke up…

In that endless sea of gray…

The first word he heard were…

“’Morning. Which fucked up timeline do you want to hear first?”

Desmond sat and blinked as Clay stood before him, arms crossed with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Uuuhh…”

“Do you want to hear about how Edward Kenway managed to save his grandson and his grandson’s mother from the fires that should have killed her?” Clay asked before adding, “Oh… and he’s learned that his son’s a Templar by the way. At least, one of his old friends believe he’s actually Edward Kenway. If you think the Kenway Family Drama is bad when you were reliving Connor’s memories, then you gotta see the top tier drama that’s happening with Edward and Haytham right now.”

“Or maybe you want to hear about how Connor got kicked into Ezio’s time? He has no idea what’s happening but he got appointed as Federico’s combat instructor. He knows jackshit, by the way, about the tragedy that’s about to happen but, hey, at least Giovanni believes he’s an Assassin from another country or something. Oh.” Clay rubbed his chin as he added, “Connor doesn’t like how close Giovanni is with the Medici by the way. Lorenzo reminds him a bit of Washington or maybe he’s projecting, who knows?”

“Maybe you’ll like to know how your dear prophet is doing? Well, he’s doing badly in preserving the damn timeline that’s for sure. Let’s see… he got in touch with Alamut and managed to bluff his way into making them believe he’s the mentor of a destroyed Assassin branch from the crusader lands, he got the mentor’s permission to make his own branch in Levant, made a deal with said mentor to become a thorn in Al Mualim’s side and find out what he’s hiding, adopted Altaïr and even went as far as adopt Abbas because he believed he could ‘change’ things.” Clay was quiet for a moment before he added, “Oh and his branch is in the underground temple in Jerusalem so he has the Apple with him already.”

“Then there’s Altaïr.” Clay said with such… annoyance Desmond was actually afraid of what Altaïr had done. Clay rubbed the side of his forehead as he started, “See, they can only be transported into what counts as their past so we can’t have something like Altaïr being pushed into his future in Ezio’s time or something. And, since your only instruction to the Moraes was to ‘change the past’, they had to improvise with Altaïr considering he’s more or less the starting point. They had to pick another one of your ancestors who was important to your past and this world’s future so…”

“Altaïr’s been sent to the time of the Isu-Human war and his knowledge of the POEs and getting unconstrained access to the POEs at their full power… well… let’s just say…” Clay’s tone was drier than the desert as he said, “The Isus didn’t know what hit them.”

Desmond could only stare at Clay as he said.

“Soooo… which one do you want to contact first as their ‘patron’?”

[lavishedinjimin]

HELLO HEHE can i please have hard dom jungkook being mad at oc and and sub oc trying to make it upto him while he dosen’t speak to her. like him just sitting on the bed unfazed and oc trying to make it upto him but needing his help atlast

tags: face slapping, degradation, name calling, denial kinda

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"please, i said i'm sorry," you pout, slowly making your way to the bed where he lay, resting his head against his arms while he stares at the ceiling. jungkook doesn't respond, rather, he stares at you with a blank expression. an expression you could not read. it was a stupid mistake, really. you had a bit too much to drink and you didn't follow his instructions to control yourself at the club, especially when he was not around to look after you.

he knows how much you hate it when he doesn't communicate. he knows you find it childish, immature, even unfair. but at the end of it all, he just wants to see you work for it. he wants to see desperate, even if that entails humiliating yourself for the sake of him.

jungkook, a guy like him, he's hard to please. he's been blessed with a lot of things in his life. he's been spoiled with all the riches one could ask for, and living up to the title of being his girlfriend was something you strive to achieve. but moments like this where he was blatantly not giving you any chance to properly communicate like adults make you want to cry into a little corner and give up. you're not strong-willed enough to test your limits with him.

"kook," you barely whisper, hopefully your soft, mellow tone can make him rethink whatever the fuck is on his mind, "please, i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry..." you crawl closer to him on the bed, slowly getting on top of him, "i... i need you." jungkook notices that certain glint in your eyes, and he knows after a long time of sensual nights what those irises mean.

though he doesn't budge even a little bit. suddenly, a dangerous yet intriguing idea comes to mind. you hide the growing smirk forming your lips while you bring your hands down to rest against the hem of his sweatpants.

finally, a change of expression. jungkook quirks his eyebrow and tilts his head to the side as if anticipating your next move. your heart pumps faster, slowly pulling his pants down as you pray that he doesn't push you away.

he allows you to play with him, surprisingly. you rub his cock through his briefs until it hardens, nibbling down on your bottom lip as you crave to feel his cock drilling inside your pussy.

the alcohol was still present inside your system and it takes over you. "sir, i want your cock inside of me," you frown, "please..."

you were not used to his silence. he was always rough, mean, and would talk to you in the dirtiest of ways. but tonight was like talking to a brick wall. jungkook prods his tongue against his left cheek, shrugging just the slightest.

you whimper in protest, wanting to have him take over you like he always does. you were aching to feel his fingers rub your cunt fast, taking you to a mind-breaking orgasm, but jungkook was denying you any of those fantasies.

you don't pull his underwear down but you can still see the outline of his cock against it. your mouth waters, pussy throbbing as you straddle his hips. jungkook stares at you with a dazed look, the corner of his mouth lifting at the slightest bit, showing his amusement. he knows how frustrated you are. he can practically feel it from the way you hump his cock pathetically.

"jungkook, s-sir... please fuck my pussy," you whimper.

it was a harsh punishment to be denied by his touch, even so, when you know how good he fucks you.

"please, please, please, sir. i-i'll be a good girl," you rub yourself faster on his bulge, hiking your skirt up as you feel yourself drenching your panties.

"fuck me, fuck me, please sir, i need your cock so bad-- ooh!"

jungkook had enough. he flips you over, now the one on top. "what a slut, you are. can't even last a minute without begging to be fucked. is that all you're good for, huh? to be a little hole for me to use?"

he pulls out his long, hard dick and shoves your panties to the side. he doesn't hesitate to push it all in, knowing for a fact that your wetness would just compensate to accommodate his thickness. you roll your eyes back, feeling shivers throughout your body as you finally get what you have been craving for all night. dick.

"bad fucking girl," he slaps your cheek firmly, causing you to moan in pleasure. "desperate, needy little bitch, that's what you are," he thrusts his cock in and out without holding back, his balls starting to clap against your ass. your mouth spurs unrestrained moans while your nails dig into his back. "i haven't even forgiven you yet and you're here thinking you deserve to be fucked like this? i'm only fucking you because i couldn't stand to see you struggle grinding on my cock like a pathetic whore."

jungkook suddenly leans down and nips on the shell of your left ear. he whispers right after, "i'm gonna punish you so fucking hard that you'd regret disobeying me, y/n, you have no fucking idea."

~

these take so long to write (idk why but it just does) so i do appreciate all the support! <3

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[starglitterz]

cynosure. (vii)

─── chapter 7 ! ~ bubble tea

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summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: apologies for the ugly formatting i needed space for 10 images so i removed the banners LMAO,,, hehe i hope u all like this chapter bc i certainly do (it went kinda far from my og plan LOL) also i forgot to add this but reading order is; 1 2 3 4

warnings; hate comments

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this chapter is dedicated to story !! (@/storytravelled) hehehe tysm for all the adorable tags u leave in the reblogs, they make me rlly happy and i love reading them!! ^_^ <3

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private messages !

groupchat 1 !

groupchat 2 !

twitter !

private messages !

facts !!

scaramouche is a famous tea channel, he starts informs people about drama in the youtube community. his sources are usually untrustworthy but everyone believes him because he's pretty. has been cancelled numerous times but still comes back every single time, much to the chagrin of the poor streamers whom he sets his eye on to make his next video about.

feiyun slope is is the northeastern area in liyue harbour. in-game, wanmin restaurant is actually in chihu rock, but for story purposes it's now at feiyun slope since that's usually where business occurs in the game.

hu tao and yanfei were on a ghost-hunting date, they had stopped to take a break after quite a long time without seeing any ghosts and that's when hu tao texted in the groupchat.

xiao's contact name is tiny because of a joke w his chinese name that i mentioned in a previous chapter. xiao’s chinese name is 魈, read as xi��o and meaning 'demon’, but the word for 'small’ in chinese is 小, read as xiăo. basically if you mispronounce xiao’s name the meaning will change, and so y/n nicknamed him tiny bc of the word 小.

while yanfei says the username is 'genshin-impact-updates', the actual poster is 'gi-updates'. just take this as yanfei having a rare lapse of memory, pretend it's not bc i realised twt usernames can't be that long <3

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a/n; YOOO SOME DRAMA??? LMFAOKMDKSD also i dont know how bubble tea works so i cut out a whole part i had planned for this but! genesussy helped me out when i was asking qs in the discord server hehe 😎 ty genesis btw!! <3 besides that im sorry for delaying this chapter for like 700 years T_T i didnt have any time to write it </3 fun fact i nearly cried editing parts of this on mobile bc it was so laggy omg,,, but now that it's out, i hope u all like it !! also send me theories abt what u think will happen next or perish /j ily all, im abt to go sleep now (i just realised i always finish cynosure chapters late at night HAHA) so goodnight my loves ! or good morning when u read this ! either way i hope you like this chapter and continue enjoying cynosure <333

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usernames in bold could not be tagged :( pls do lmk if want to be added to/removed from the taglist by sending in an ask! taglist pt 2 is open, and will be tagged in a reblog of this chapter when i wake up!

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- @severedftaes

- @/berryqueue

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[decembermoonskz]

°˖✧ izzy’s drabble party #𝟐 ☽

Hi guys!! How have you all been? It’s that time again!! >:) We reached a milestone (yay!!) and so I’m opening requests again for yet another drabble party!!

!! Please read my request guidelines post before sending in your request here. This will tell you what I write, what I don’t write, and who I currently write for; and of course, read this entire post for the specific rules of the event. !!

so the theme for this event is...

*☆ﾟ.* ⸻⸻ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 !!  ⸻⸻ *☆ﾟ.*

Q: “How can I participate in the event?”

A: It’s very simple! Simply send me a request via my inbox with the prompt of your choice from the lists I've selected below (maximum two prompts total), a kpop boy group member, and any additional tropes or genres you want! if you only want to send prompts and a member, that’s fine too, I’ll freestyle and come up with something I think suits the prompt and member! :D

I’m limiting a max 2 requests per person. If you have two requests, please send both of them as an individual asks and not combined into one, thank you very much.

I write and take requests for:

Stray Kids: All members

Tomorrow X Together: All members

Enhypen: Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon

For a special treat, I’ll also be writing for Ateez’s Wooyoung and San for this drabble party as well !! It’s just a bit of a test to see how I could maybe write for them in general hehe so if you want one of your requests to be for one of them, by all means send it in!

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Q: “What are the prompt lists we can choose from?”

A: Here are the prompt lists I’ll be using for this round of drabbles!

fluff prompts :

casual intimacy prompts

grumpy affectionate starters

love starters

angst prompts :

enemies to friends to lovers

hurt/comfort dialogue prompts

reluctant allies

PLEASE NOTE: The maximum prompts you can use is two; that can mean two from the same list or one from one list and one from another, but it can never exceed two. If it does I will not be writing the request. !! Please specify which list your prompt is from in the request. :)

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Q: “When does the event start?”

A: As soon as this post goes live on my blog! The ending date for you to send in requests is November 20th!! Once the end date for request submissions comes, I will notify you all with another post telling you that I will not be accepting anymore requests until I host another drabble party. :)

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Q: “Is there anything else we need to know before sending a request?”

A: There are a few things I’d like to clarify, yes! :D

1) All of these drabbles will range from an average of 0.3k - 0.9k but it may occasionally be above that if the idea inspires me. 2) I will try to get to as many of the little excerpts as I can, but I make no promises on how many I’ll be able to write. Keep in mind I’m a student and working on other things as well, so please do not send me asks rushing me about your request. thank you. Sending your request again does not mean I will get it any faster so please do not do that, it is counter-productive and makes me not want to write the request. :) 3) Excerpts made in my drabble parties may end up inspiring longer fics either expansions upon the excerpt or just a separate long fic. Please note that this is not a promise of doing that but it is a possibility. :D 4) I will only accept requests that fill out the information correctly. If you do not give me all the required information, I will not write the request and instead prioritize other ones that did instead. So please make sure your request(s) are written properly before sending them to me.

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Once all the requests are done, I’ll be compiling them into a list for your easy access! .°* but before that feel free to check the tag #.request

That is all! I look forward to seeing what you have in store for me with your requests! <3 If you have any questions or need any more specifics on anything, feel free to send me an ask or comment on this post! :D I’ll try to answer you as soon as I can.

Have a blessed day/night and I hope you all stay safe and well.

~ Izzy Moon

If you already have a request idea then let’s get started, send one here!!

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PS: I didn’t come up with this kind of event, nor do I claim to have come up with it. I simply saw others doing this and wanted to try it for myself.

[simp4ace]

♥Loving Portgas D. Ace♥

"He was my blossoming spring and golden summer, my misty autumn and withering winter. He - the embodiment of my fervent love."

-Anon-

Helllooo and HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE💖💖💖

Sooo~~~As you all have already known! Today is 1st January, and it's not only the first day of New Year but also the day when our most favorite fire boy was born!!! Happy Birthday, Portgas D. Ace!!!! 🥰🥰🥰❤❤❤

In honor of his birthday, I decided to hold a very small event to celebrate it (yes, even though the mid-term test is coming up next week I still wanna do it anyway, you guys can tell how much I simp for this man🙄)

It's going to be a small one since it's my first time organizing an event. I don't know how to do it, to be honest, and it was a hasty decision at the last minute (kinda) That being said, I'll open for 7 slots only😊 My requests are opened for this event only, and will be closed again after all the slots have been filled!!!

I have come up with some fluffy and comforting prompts; you can choose one or two for one request and I'll write a short scenario for each. This event is specially organized for Ace my love, so I'm not going to write for other characters. I'll write for Ace, and Ace only😊❤

I hope you have read it carefully before sending one hehe, tysm<3

🥰 Fluff:

"The world just...feels right. When I'm with you."

"You're really cute, you know?"

"I haven't mastered the art of kissing yet." // "Wanna practice?"

"Don't speak. Just kiss me."

"So...is this like, a thing now?"

"Can I hold your hand?"

"I don't care if people see."

"I wish I could tell the whole world that you are mine now."

"I have always been in love with you from the start. It's always been you."

"I like the way I'm when I'm with you."

"Wait...don't pull away. Not yet."

"You smell really nice."

🥺 Comfort: (you can give a detailed situation for this one!)

"If you don't stop crying, I won't be able to kiss you."

"That guy ain't the one you like. It should be me, right?"

"Forget them. I will treat you better. I promise, with my whole life."

"I like you just the way you are."

"Everything is going to be alright. I've got you."

"Just hold me tonight."

"Being alone is sad, so I'll stay with you."

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now. I'm right here."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

ALL THE SLOTS ARE NOW TAKEN🥰

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING FDHJBFHJ I don't even believe it myself aaa tysm😭😭❤❤

And ah, one more thing, please be polite when you send me your request, I mean just a hello and a thank you would do🥺 I'm afraid I'll have to delete the requests which are rude and sound more like a demand. Also, I still have to deal with exams and school works (cuz at my place we have a different New Year so we don't celebrate this day like other countries around the world, which means no holiday😭) so please be patient with me if I take too long to finish your requests🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤

p/s: I'm thinking of making a tag list for this event only, so any Ace lovers out there who are interested in you guys can let me know through dm and ask box! Thank you for your attention💖

p/s2: thanks @fire-fist-ann and @tsunderedoctor for giving me the prompt idea! I love you guys <3333