#RAPIDS AU BRAINROT

[sagau-my-beloved]

Share the suggestive sagau content please, if your writing/creating it I know its good!

-Rapid anon

You're all way too nice to me 😭

But I guess since I now have a general consensus I'm not gonna hold out, so warning it gets slightly more than suggestive a bit down the road, starts off pretty safe though

So I wasn't kidding that this concept, in one form or another, has been floating around in my head for like two years now

Obviously it didn't start out as sagau centered but it transitions so easily into that universe so I've expanded upon it

Basically the general structure is based off of how in sagau fics it's always kind of implied that the very land of Teyvat itself reflects the creators emotional/physical state

Like heavy storms/rain in imposter au where poor reader is getting hurt/killed by the characters, and the less seen counterpart where the day is just beautiful and perfect when reader is happy

Soooo, taking that, why don't we apply it to characters as well?

And by that I simply mean that the reader's emotions quite literally extend from themselves and can be felt lowkey by anybody close to them

So if the reader is happy then it's almost as if it's impossible to be anything else in their presence, happiness and bliss just permeates throughout the room lifting the spirits of anyone that comes in contact with

Then of course, if the reader is sad, every living thing near them suffers the same pain

It's also considered a universally good thing even if the reader is experiencing negative emotions, which are then also felt by other people in the general vicinity, because at least then all the acolytes know exactly what their beloved creator is feeling and the moment when they're feeling bad, it's not as if it can be hidden, which then allows them to jump right in and try fixing it

I headcanon that this sensation is obviously stronger the closer to the source, aka the creator, that a character is, the strongest of this sensation being felt when the character is physically touching the reader

I feel like there's just a very big variety of what you can do with this concept, like having usually sad/depressed characters finding relief in the creators presence, happy energetic characters instantly feeling waves of negative emotions and just booking it to where the creator is to calm them

You could even extend it further and have this happen in a less dramatic way with the creator statues, if the reader is still in their own world

Like it becomes a daily ritual to visit the creator statue to touch it and feel exactly what they're feeling, it's a sacred place of relief for tired fighters, stressed akademiya students, and sad acolytes who want nothing more than to just bask in the warmth of the divine creator, and if they're met with a negative emotion it's customary to leave an offering and a prayer for the creators wellbeing

Now, moving into the more suggestive aspect of it, and I'm sure you can see exactly where I'm going with this but—

All feelings are amplified for others near them, including pleasure and arousal

Sooo, just saying, there's a lot of potential for some fun drabbles where maybe a particular character quite literally gets addicted to the intense bliss felt from merely touching our dear reader

Or maybe something more like said character can get off on focusing solely on pleasing their creator and the effects of that (not as if they couldn't already, but now it's a bit more literal)

And, in a few things I've written, I've also extended this concept so that the previously mentioned euphoria gets so intense that it becomes something of a baseline, as in there's an actual feeling of pain or at least discomfort from being without it, cough character abandoning all dignity and begging to touch the creator cough

Taking the phrase "addicted to your touch" to a whole new level 😀👍

[mingi-s-dimples]

OH EM GEEEE I LOVE YOUR FICS SO SO MUCH (be prepared to see me often hihi) can I request:

hongjoong x wooyoung x reader ? Preferably smut :D maybe where reader keeps annoying wj and hj and they teach her a little lesson AHHHH I love them so so much:(((

Can I be 💭 anon? :]

game over - topaz

REQUEST BY: 💭

pairing: best friends!topaz x fem!reader

rating: 18+

genre: non idol au, smut (lil filth)

summary: you and your boy best friends were playing video games in the living room, but you might have teased them.. a bit too much to their liking.

WC: 2.2k

warnings: wooyoung is a fucking brat (everyone knows this), bratty!reader, woo is teaching reader a lesson for cheating in the game, joong joining in, 3some, creampie, oral (both m&f), handjob, blowjob, sucking off, cum (lots), overstim, squirting, nipple sucking, big dick!topaz, joong is a lil bit confused at first, teasing, unprotected (wrap up irl!), completely consensual!, unedited, I'm sure I forgot something. edit: lil bit of pet names and some degradation? (fucker, slut)

Author's Note: MUAHHAHA 👹👹 I loved writing this pfffff. Thank you SO much anon for requesting this, had so much fun with it. I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY WITH LIFE AND BACK TO SCHOOL THINGS 😭. I'll do better I promise. Topaz brainrot is EVERYTHING please send me more topaz requests. I hope I fulfilled your expectations, 💭! (send me an ask with your opinion HAHAHAH) love youuu (I am aware it's not necessarily Joong being annoyed by her cheating in the game but he joined in so he was equally annoyed HAHAHAH but he didn't show it -> this eas my view of Joong) -> I still don't feel like I put my whole power and creativity in but I promise y'all won't be disappointed with the kinktober requests 👹)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent the members in any way.

The living room was filled with the sounds of explosions, rapid gunfire, and the excited shouts of my two boy best friends, Wooyoung and Hongjoong. We were all huddled on the couch, controllers in hand, locked in an intense battle in our favorite video game. The stakes were high, and I could feel their determination radiating off them as they tried to outmaneuver each other—and me.

But little did they know, I had a secret weapon. A sly smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I casually pressed a hidden button combination, activating a cheat code I’d discovered online. Instantly, my character leapt ahead in the game, dodging bullets and landing impossible headshots with ease.

"Hey, how are you so good all of a sudden?" Wooyoung complained, glancing over at me suspiciously. Hongjoong narrowed his eyes, clearly sensing something was off. I just shrugged, trying to hide my grin.

"Oh, you know," I replied nonchalantly, "Just skill."

They groaned in unison as I racked up another win, not letting on that I was secretly cheating. Winning felt great, but the real fun was seeing their frustrated faces every time they lost to me. I couldn't help but laugh as Wooyoung threw his hands up in exasperation and he muttered something about "beginner's luck."

If only they knew the truth—that their unbeatable friend wasn’t quite as fair as they thought. You absolutely loved teasing them, the frustrated looks on their faces were amusing you so bad. But in a moment of focusing on your game, you did a thoughtless move, Wooyoung seeing your hand nibbling at the controller.

"You fucker" he shouted. "ARE YOU CHEATING!?"

"NO! WHY WOULD I CHEAT." you said, trying to excuse yourself.

"Woo, it's not the first time I've seen her. Though, I kept it to myself, it was really fun to see her win" Hongjoong said, almost unbothered by the situation.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" Woo said, frustrated. "Goddamn, you fucked all my stats with your cheating. STOP IT!"

"You'd have to make me, tho."

oh.

"What did you just say, y/n?" Joong exhaled, surprised at your words.

"Exactly what you heard. Do you want me to repeat? Y'all would need to make me stop cheating. Whatever it takes, I'm pretty unbothered, tho"

Wooyoung threw his controller on the coffee table and approached you. He pushed you on the sofa, scanning you from head to toe. He sat on the sofa, his right knee between your legs.

"Say it again."

"No"

"Say. It. Again."

"Make me stop cheating at your little stupid game, you fucker."

"Now that's what I wanted to hear."

Hongjoong came behind Woo and he pushed him away from you. Both you and the younger looked at him confused, but you both suddenly realised the two of you know something he doesn't.

"What!? It's not like I haven't fucked her already."

fuck.

"Joong, you better decide now if you wanna join or look. It's up to you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN Y'ALL FUCKED!?" the older man shouted, worried about the situation at first.

"Like I just said, it's not the first time. Now, go away if you don't wanna join. Though, this little slut might actually like the two of us at the same time. I need to teach her a lesson" Wooyoung said, spreading your legs apart with his knee, pressing on your thigh.

But Hongjoong didn't back off. In fact, he came closer, looking contently at what Wooyoung was doing. Now.. you've never been completely honest with Joong. You and Wooyoung have been fucking for a while whenever you teased him one time too much in a day, and he always fucked you dumb as a punishment. Though.. was it really a punishment?

You were looking at the two men approaching you. Wooyoung was already working on your clothes. He started by slowly taking off your shirt, leaving you in only your bra. He then tugged a bit at your shorts, giving Hongjoong a nod to come closer. The younger moved away from you for a moment, letting Joong take the lead and he took off the shorts, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

"What a slut. Already? Were you perhaps getting wet only at the thought of me fucking you if you teased me, hm? Is that right? Come here you little fucker" Wooyoung said and pulled you closer, one hand under your ass and one on your waist. He lifted you and went to his bedroom, where he dropped you off on the bed. The sheets got wrinkly and as you backed off to the headboard, Hongjoong took of his shirt. He was.. hot. Hot as fuck. Whenever you saw him without a shirt, or going to take a shower in only his briefs something in you made you want to crawl on the walls. But seeing him like that.. undressing for you, riled you up in a way only Wooyoung had ever did.

"Now.. what should I do with you, mm?" the younger said, approaching you. He pushed your hands above the headboard, holding them in place with one of his hands. His other hand went down on your body, and while he started planting soft, sloppy kisses, his hand reached your inner thigh, finding it's way to your dripping core. His kisses trailed from your neck and to your collarbones, where he left dark, purple marks. Then as his fingers started slowly rubbing on your folds, he stood up and sat between your legs, looking back at Hongjoong who was, waiting for a sign from Woo. That was the sign.

He undressed himself almost completely, being left in his briefs, from which a huge bulge could be seen. His cock was straining against the fabric, threatening to spring out at any moment.

"Now... baby. Who do you want first?" Woo scoffed.

"Both"

"Ohh, so you wanted this to happen, hm?" the younger said as he spread your legs out once again for the night and gave you soft kisses on your thighs, then within one move of his hand you were left bare in front of him, dripping on the linen. "What was going through that little mind of yours? Did you want both of us fucking you?"

"Y-yes" you mumbled, shivers being sent up your spine as he was now fingers deep in you, hitting all your sweet spots. You were squirming under him, his body pressed onto yours, but it didn't last long. He went down on you, licked his fingers and started eating you out. His tongue riled you up so bad, you started gripping the sheets to not squirm under him too much. He hated that, cause he couldn't eat you out how he wanted. He loved tasting every inch of you, feeling up your insides and sucking on your clit. Everything he did made you eventually move, to which he bit your inner thigh for a short second and held you down even more forcefully.

Hongjoong was also helping himself in the background, you were watching him contently between all your whimpers and moans. He was lazily stroking his length, waiting for an opportunity to jump in. Though, you didn't let him wait too long as you nodded to him.

"Come here, don't stand b-by yourself" your breath hitching from all that was happening between your legs. You murmured, "Let me h-help you" and as he was close enough to you, your hand started pumping him. The view he had was marvelous, you were being eaten out by Woo and he was stroked by your little hand, but little did he know it was about to get better. He let out some soft whimpers and as you pumped him two more times, you pulled him closer by his thigh and took his dick in your mouth. His cock was girthy, he was stretching your mouth good. At first, you slowly sucked on his tip, licking up his length from the base to the shaft. He didn't even know where to put his hands, in the end he rested one on your head, slowly guiding you to suck him properly. You gave the tip soft kisses then went all out and took his dick up your throat, slowly choking on it. You could hear him hold his moans back, but as your own moans were muffled by his dick deep down your throat, he could feel them revrebrate through his body. You could see how he was close to finishing, but you couldn't properly focus on him at the given moment.

"You taste so good, babe" Wooyoung whispered, and as his finger went to your clit and started rubbing it, you let out a loud moan, at which Hongjoong came undone in your mouth, surprising you. You slurped everything up and sucked him off for a short second to gather all the cum dripping from his tip and you swallowed, looking him in the eyes.

Wooyoung looked up to see why you were moving so much, to which he was greeted by the sight of you now sloppily kissing Joong, the position you were in not being the best. He saw the cum stains on your hand.

"Haha, it didn't take him that long to finish. Aren't you such a little slut, hm?" Wooyoung said and as he pumped his fingers inside of you a few more times and rubbed your clit, you creamed on his fingers beautifully, to which he sucked your juices off his hand once again.

"Now.."

"Joong.. please come here. Baby, what do you think about being fucked by both, hm?" Wooyoun said as he lifted and put you on his now bare dick, his back leaned on the headboard. "Tell me. What do you say?"

"P-please, Woo... Joong. I want b-both of you"

"Good girl. You didn't have a choice, anyways."

As he lined his length to your dripping cunt, Hongjoong also climbed on the bed and got a hold of your leg, pulling himself close to you.

"Babe.. remember this"

Wooyoung said and he started rubbing his tip on your folds.

"You'll always be..."

He pushed only his tip in.

"My lovely fucktoy."

And he bottomed out.

To which Hongjoong followed his movements, he pushed himself right in, gripping on your waist as he started wildly thrusting into you. You could feel that he wanted to do this for a while, the way he was fucking you was riling you on the walls. Wooyoung's dick was filling you up so good, girthy and.. the huge length hitting your cervix almost every time he bottomed down.

"F-fuck, you feel so good" the older one said.

"R-right? Look at her, fucked by both of us. She needs to be taught a lesson, right? What did I tell you about cheating, mm?" Wooyoung said and started nibbling and sucking on your nipples. "Hm? what did I say?"

"Y-you said that I-i should not- ngh, do it"

"And why did you do it?"

"I-i love when you fuck m-me like this. Like there's no tomorrow" you said and engaged in a steamy kiss with him, your ass slapping on both men's cocks, taking them up so good. The only sounds you could hear in the whole room was Hongjoong groaning and your own muffled moans as you were filled by two dicks at once.

"B-babe. That's so good. Keep it going, I'm close" Woooyoung whined, and as he pushed himself into your aching cunt a couple more times, he came in you, filling you up with his load.

"Yes, that's good. Take it all up" to which he continued with "I'm not done yet." and he started wildily fucking you again with his once again hard cock.

Hongjoong was also close, his thrusts became sloppier and they didn't have any rythm. He pumped himself into you a couple more times and bottomed down, gave you some soft kisses, trailing your spine and came in you, staying like that for a minute.

Wooyoung didn't show any signs of stopping. You could feel your tummy getting thighter and your clit aching harder.

"N-no, ngh, please, a bit slower" you mumbled.

"No? I didn't have enough fun yet" the younger one whispered and he pounded heavily into you and make you squirt all over him and the linen.

"See, that's what I'm talking about."

"Holy fuck" Joong murmured.

"See, Joong? She's just not the innocent girl you've known until now. Did you see just how good she took you?"

"Y-yes" he said, a little bit shy.

"The fuck are you turning your head around for? Ah, you're shy... for what? You just saw her squirt all over me, haha" the younger one scoffed.

"Don't worry. You'll see her like this many more times, you'll get used to it. Right, baby?" Wooyoung said, lifting you and hugging you thightly.

"Y-yes" you murmured, still dizzy from all that happened a moment ago.

"Good girl. Joong, let's get her washed up."

"Up for a 2nd round?" you said confidently.

"Thought you'd never ask" Hongjoong said, making the two of you laugh.

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[thegaybluejay]

Just for fun, here are my rapid fire rambling thoughts on the ATLA ships and platonic dynamics hehe (please don’t go full ship wars tho - these are just my opinions as a chill multishipper!)

My Favorite Ships:

• Zukka - My current brainrot and main ship!! I know they aren’t canon but I really love them and their potential okay😭I just feel like their personalities would work so well! Sokka would call Zuko on his shit and Zuko would be good at grounding Sokka when he needs it. Plus I have seen some absolutely breathtaking AUs with this ship! And fire-and-ice vibes except gay! Them <3

• Kataang - Cutiessss!! I love them! They may not be the ship I think about most often, but when I do think about them, they’re adorable! Aang is such a “my wife” guy and Katara absolutely adores him back! Also the last airbender x last southern waterbender dynamic goes HARD! I like that these two are canon!

• Yuetara - Listen I know they barely interacted but THEY’VE ACTUALLY GROWN ON ME SO MUCH LATELY AND I VERY HIGH KEY SHIP THEM! Something about like, Katara thinking about Yue when she bends is so😭Their story would be heartbreaking in the best way!! Sapphic noncanon blorbos <3

• Mailee - These two are SO cute and have so much potential rahhh!! Again, love some noncanon sapphics <3

• Batkoda - Super SUPER cute and silly and fun! The dads fr <3 Bato is either Katara and Sokka’s adopted uncle or their stepdad and I love it for them hehe! This usually pairs well with a “Hakoda adopts Zuko” AU lmao!

Other Canon/Relatively Popular Ships:

• Zutara - A good ship! I see the potential and tbh it’s very very fun to think about sometimes!!! However, some of y’all toxic Zutara stans need to leave my boy Aang alone lmao. Those who are chill tho, I rock with y’all!! Overall, I’m not opposed if it’s done well and I do sometimes seek out Zutara content! I personally do prefer writing them as found siblings tho, especially with the Azula and Katara parallels!!

• Sukka - Canon cuties!! I really like them! Suki my BELOVED <3 She’s so underrated!

• Yukka - Also canon cuties! They make me sad tho ahhhhh😭😭😭

• Maiko - Also ALSO canon cuties!! They have an interesting dynamic that I can really appreciate! And gotta love Mai <3

• Jinko - Jin my beloved! These two had a super cute dynamic during the one episode they had together lmaoooo, tho I don’t think about this ship too too often.

• Tokka - I don’t mind it if it’s them getting together as adults! But tbh I personally don’t prefer shipping them as teens and I think Toph’s crush was just a typical young girl crush on someone slightly older lol. Definitely not horrible and most Tokka shippers are relatively chill! I like to think Sokka sees Toph as a little sister tho.

Now For Some Of The Crackship-y/Less Popular Ships (based on ships I’ve actually seen):

• Zukki (Zuko/Sokka/Suki) - Power throuple fr and I love some polyamory!! While I mostly lean plain Zukka, this is extremely fun to think about and would be a great dynamic!

• Mai/Ty Lee/Suki - Saw this in a Zukka fic once and it was adorableeeeee! I may not have plans to actively write this or anything, but it’s cute! Another power throuple!

• Jetko - I don’t think they would be compatible long term, but by god they are very very fun to think about in a “Jet flirts with Zuko and Zuko is completely oblivious and they share one kiss before everything goes to shit” way lmao!

• Taang - I can respect it!! I will always love them as chaos siblings personally, but it’s a totally valid and chill ship!

• Katoph - Not a bad ship at all! I’ve only come across like one post tho lmao. Also I do think I heavily prefer them as found sisters, but that’s just me personally! Again, totally a valid and chill ship!

• Azutara - I’m very neutral on this lmao. I don’t despise it at all and it could be pretty interesting?? But tbh really not something I plan to seek out.

• Azulaang - I mean?? I’m also pretty neutral on this one. Aang would be kind to her if she was trying to get help but…idk lmao.

• Tyzula - I see the potential, but I personally think Mai and Ty Lee had a healthier and more interesting and more realistic dynamic. Just my preference tho!

(I think I just want Azula to be in therapy before I reallyyyyy ship her lmao, but NOT THE KIND OF “THERAPY” SHE WAS GIVEN IN THE COMICS)

• Zukaang - I don’t love this as a ship honestly. The canon age gap as teens is sketchy for my personal taste, tho I’ve seen people ship them in “Aang was 16 when he got frozen” AUs and that’s…better and I can get behind it a little! It would be interesting! But I think Roku being Zuko’s great-grandpa just still throws me off of this ship. I don’t have any beef with the shippers tho! I’m very “live and let live” and I have seen so much worse lol.

Can’t Forget My Fav Platonic Dynamics!

• Sokka and Aang - Two found brothers who share one idiot braincell when they interact LMAO! Love them always <3

• Sokka and Katara - The siblings ever!!

• Zuko and Aang - Enemies to found brothers!! Canon besties! I love their friendship and their parallels SO MUCH!!

• Toph and Katara - Absolutely ADORABLE as found sisters!!!! Love them!

• Zuko and Katara - I really like their development in a platonic sense and I think they’re very very fun and lovely found siblings by the end!!!! Zuko is 100% the brother that just “yeah my sister can and will whoop your ass” LMAO!

• Zuko and Toph - Also very found siblings in my head!! Only have a handful of solo interactions in canon but I DON’T CARE! I WILL FOUND FAMILY THEM ANYWAY! I’m a “Toph seeks out Zuko for sibling hugs/cuddles when she’s cold because he’s basically a space heater” truther.

• Uncle Iroh and the Gaang - Zuko needs to learn to share because that is ALL OF THEIR Uncle!!!

• Hakoda and Zuko - I thrive in this section of the fandom!! They have exactly one (1) frame together in canon, but I ADORE Dadkoda adopting Zuko! Something about it is just so wholesome and cute!!! My very very fav ATLA fics are this trope!!#LetHakodaBitchSlapOzaiAndAdoptZuko2024

• Uncle Iroh and Zuko - God they make me so ALSNDKSNXNCNSNSNXNX, y’know?

• The Gaang as a whole - Obvious I know, but I really do love them😭They all bonded sm and I adore their little family!! I eat up fanart of the Gaang cuddling like CANDY omg. And yes Suki is included in the Gaang because WHY WOULDN’T SHE BE!

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TedTalk. If you made it to the end, you get a big platonic kiss on the forehead MWAH!

[catohphm]

In my latest Hogwarts Legacy Star Wars AU brainrot today, I looked into the question of how Jedi Danny would survive Order 66. I ended up coming up with an action sequences where he uses his lightwhip and a speeder bike to escape.

Master Islwyn was out in battle on a Separatist-occupied plant. He and his clone battalion headed into a tunnel to secure the next area. They approached what was a checkpoint that seemed to be deserted. A squadron of CIS soldiers emerged from behind crates and containers to ambush them, catching them by surprise. The Jedi and his clone commander quickly took cover behind some containers while the troopers returned fire at the CIS squadron. It was a short but fierce exchange of rapid blaster bolts.

After all the hostiles were downed, the group was about proceed further down the tunnel toward their target when the clone commander suddenly unholstered and readied his DC-17 blaster - Danny overheard it and promptly disarmed him with his lightwhip. The pistol hit the ground and went off, the shot hitting a weak supporting pillar. It fell over and landed behind him and the commander, separating them from the battalion.

The two engaged in a hand-to-hand brawl as the tunnel started to collapse. The Jedi overpowered the commander with the help of his lightwhip. Unconscious, he was thrown over the pillar to his clones, who had no choice but to hastily retreat while leaving Danny to be crushed by rubble. Meanwhile, the Jedi quickly commandered a Flitknot speeder bike that belonged to one of the Separatist men and floored it.

Although the Flitknot was a fast speeder with good acceleration, it was still a race for Danny's life. The tunnel had just started to cave in, and it was catching up. It was going by like a blur as the vehicle was picking up speed. Boots deep on the pedal, the Jedi hunched forward, gaining momentum. The falling rubble was still reaching closer, threatening to devour him. It now inches away from his speeder. The light at the end of the tunnel had to be close. Danny squinted his eyes closed in desperate hope, leaving himself in the hands of the Force. Then, in a big blast of dirt and dust, he bolted out of the tunnel portal on the other side. He had made it.

If Danny had not pulled off his escape with the speeder bike, he would have perished like the Separatist troopers in the tunnel. Like the collapsing tunnel threatening to obliterate everyone in it, the CIS, Jedi and the Republic would be crushed by the colossal might of the Empire, ruthless in its hunger for power of the galaxy.

[lovechai]

diluc ragnvindr x fem! reader

involves ! modern au, ( nsfw themes ) cheating, fingering, unprotected sex

author's note : it's been a while (years!) since i wrote smut, but i had this diluc brainrot i couldn't get out of my head while trying to sleep... so here it is. i'll most likely write a full-blown fic out of this idea but for now, this will make do. also!!! do mind the themes mentioned above!!!

So close, yet so far.

He is Diluc Ragnvindr, a member of the wealthiest clan in all of Mondstadt, a star player for a rival university’s esteemed basketball team, and it is known that he is currently engaged to an heiress from another prominent family back home. You are the unica hija of an affluent political family in your nation, spending time miles away from home to study business at a prestigious university. Although you and Diluc run in the same circles, the both of you already know ever since the very first meeting that you cannot be together.

Hence why it is a well-kept secret that Diluc fucks you whenever he gets a chance to be with you.

Sneaking out after training sessions and games, after scheduled dinner dates with the woman his father had arranged for him to marry, after and in between classes, in the privacy of your luxury apartment, Diluc always manages to take your attention away from anything else for you to focus on him alone. 

He would always greet you with a fervor kiss that never fails to make your knees weak, slipping an arm behind you and another under the bend of your knees to carry you to your bed. Then he would take his time undressing you, trailing soft kisses and words along every corner of your body. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” Diluc would say before he’d run the flat of his tongue across the perk of your breast for a taste he ceaselessly longs for. He would then look up at you with those fiery red eyes full of lust to take in the sight of you panting for more. “Did you miss me, my love?”

His mouth would leave every part of you burning with need and desperation that you could never resist running and tugging your fingers through his untied long red hair.

No matter how much you would writhe under him and how much you would beg for him to take you right there, Diluc doesn’t. Instead he meets your lips for another kiss as he slips a hand down to your entrance, gathering slick and rubbing your folds with the pads of his fingers. And when you’re finally whimpering in anticipation, slowly, he’d bury two digits inside down to the knuckles before he starts moving them in and out of you at a gradual pace. Soon, you’re grabbing onto his shoulders hard and sobbing against his wide chest, toes curling from his long fingers hitting the right spots. 

But there are times when impatience would get the best of him. Whether it is out of frustration or out of his overwhelming desire for you, he’d immediately get rid of his clothes and fill you with his throbbing cock to the hilt. There’s a familiar sting as you could never get used to his size, but that pain is shortly replaced with pleasure when he begins rutting into you. He just fucks you senselessly that the queen-sized bed underneath you creaks from every single time his hips meet yours.

You’re both panting, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter whenever you hear him let out a guttural moan. Your legs are getting numb, but he holds onto your thighs tight to keep you in place without taking his eyes off of you.

“Fuck, right there!” you wail out as soon as you feel that familiar high, your heart’s rapid beating ringing in your ears and your vision becoming hazy.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, Diluc closes the gap between the two of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. His strokes are now heavy, every thrust against your walls sending you into a mind-numbing frenzy. Your orgasm is nearing its peak, leaving you a stuttering mess. And you finally come with a choked sob escaping your throat, your back arching and your nails digging into his skin.

He continues pounding into you despite the overstimulation it brings, chasing his own high. Groaning against your neck, he spills his seed inside you. He only slows down and doesn’t pull out until he is sure that his cum is spilling out of you with a last few thrusts. He lays down on top of you afterwards, pressing his lips on the corner of your lips.

“I love you,” Diluc would always tell you. His gaze would then turn gentle, a stark difference from his usual demeanor, and it strikes a chord within you, once again setting your heart thumping apace.

Despite your unfortunate circumstances, you convince yourself that it’s better this way. Way better than having to regret not spending a part of your life with him.

[crazylittlejester]

I return with more LU EAH AU brainrot.

I have solved some problems and made some more problems. (It's Twilight, Twilight's the problem child.)

So the general progress I have made in my WIP document I've got going on right now is starting with Wild's portion of the story. The major issue is figuring out how to make his personality pre-Calamity and post-Calamity fit because Rip van Winkle is supposed to be about a lazy person.

Anyway, I figured I should make him sleep for 100 years instead of 20 years, by putting him in the crossfire of something like Sleeping Beauty's curse. The spindle has been weaponized. (I think it'd make a good rapid-fire weapon based on that one EAH episode where it was basically like a firehose but full of magic sleeping dust. Or maybe someone made grenades out of it. I'm undecided.)

This is when I remembered that in Zelda 2 Hyrule saved Aurora from her magic sleep thing, so I did some fact checking and no kissing was required. Apparently he just put all the Triforce pieces together and made a wish or something like that. Which means I can have Aurora and Wild be woken up at the same time if I assume the Triforce will let Hyrule wake up two people at the same time or if he can kiss Aurora awake and use the wish on Wild.

So the new problem is that wolves don't live for 100+ years and I kind of forgot about that. Which means I'm probably going to have to fudge it. I have no idea how Wolfie is supposed to work in canon, much less the mess I've made for myself here.

I also don't know how Flora is supposed to survive either. Something something standard holy magic princess combined with princess that's also a dragon part-time. Dragons probably live for like... forever, right? The light dragon is supposed to be super old at the end of TotK.

Haven't really made much progress beyond that except deciding that Sheik gets to be Mulan because it's cool.

I need you to know how genuinely excited i get when i see ‘LU EAH AU’ in my inbox

Having Aurora and Wild woken up at the same time is really cool! Would there be some way for Wolfie to be put to sleep too?

MULAN SHEIK HAS ME VERY VERY EXCITED

I CANNOT WAIT TO HEAR MORE

[discobrainrot]

Kim/Harry for the ask meme? Sorry if someone already asked

Anon. Anon.

PANDORA'S BOX, ANON.

YOU JUST RIPPED THE FUCKING LID OFF.

So, this might be my OTP, so uhhhhhh this one might be longer than the others (somehow lmfao). God, I have so many, this is gonna be hard to pick. More folks can ask for HCs for these guys. Hell, ask me for HCs about them in different AUs!!! I have HCs for days!!!!

1. Harry is the first person to treat Kim like this.

"Like this." That's a broad statement. It's a broad statement for a reason.

Harry is an all-encompassing experience. He assaults the senses from every conceivable angle. Sight, sound, scent - I imagine you can practically taste his sweat from across a room. A warm blanket. A void that swallows the world. You are either consumed Harry Du Bois, or you aren't. There's no in-between.

So, when Kim is the centre of Harry's attention, it's like nothing he's ever experienced. No one has seen Kim like this. But, at the same time, no one has witnessed the raw core of his being and not understood it in such a visceral, primal way.

It's not "you should take those racist comments as a compliment," it's "what's Seol?" It's not "you're one of the good gay people,'' it's "what's homosexuality?"

All Harry knows is how to pick at scabs, tear at stitches, and pull the lifeblood out of people's veins. It's raw. It hurts.

It's beautiful.

Kim has never been put on a pedestal before. He's always been the second, third, even fourth choice. He copes with people implying (or outright stating) that he doesn't belong because of his race (and certainly his sexuality, although we don't encounter that in game). He's a self proclaimed spoilsport - not who the 57th would really want present for a Cop-Off. He's nothing special in his own eyes. Just getting by.

But Harry... Oh, Harry. He wants every part of Kim the way that no one else has. He wants the things that make him angry. The things that make him sad. He wants the parts that Kim hid long, long ago. He wants what hides under the survival instincts and professionalism. He wants to dance in a church.

And, by god, Kim wants to dance, too.

2. Kim was infatuated first, but Harry was in love first.

I think that Kim got butterflies when Harry called him cool on the balcony, but he wasn't completely caught off balance. It was... nice. It was something fun, but it didn't make him fall hard and fast. Attraction is one thing, but I don't think Kim would have fallen first.

Harry, though... Ten days. I think ten days is all it would take for him. I think he's in love the second he asks Kim to join the 41st, but he doesn't have the words to explain it. He just knows that he doesn't want a life without Kim.

Maybe it's the skills trying to protect him (especially having recently experienced the Final Dream), or maybe they're as lost as he is. They just think he's fucking cool. They know he's important. But this is a new kind of deification. With Dora, it was straight forward.

A beautiful woman gives Harry the time of day. Done. Cross your lungs, get on your knees. Easy as 1, 2, 3.

Kim, though? Oh man. He's cool. He knows shit. He can play pinball (cool) but hates it (even cooler). Did you know that there's a very, very slim chance of Kim actually managing to shoot the body out of the tree? BECAUSE IT HAPPENED IN ONE OF MY PLAYTHROUGHS. It blew my mind, and in that instant I was RIGHT with Harry.

Call me Disco "Would Do Anything For Kim" Brainrot. (I mean, call me Misc or Milo, but you know lol).

Regardless - Harry is in love. He's off his rocker, totally, deeply in love way before the word materializes in his broken brain. And as he grapples with everything, Kim preens under his attention. He thinks it's cute. He thinks it's nice to feel wanted.

Still waters run deep, but he's underestimating the depth of Harry's rapids. Welcome to the undertow, boys.

3. Kim can't pronounce Harrier with his accent.

Look. You can't take this from me. If anyone finds the Derierre Du Bois post, please link it b/c I can't find it right now.

But come on. Come on.

Harrier? In the language that decided pronouncing "H" and "R" are optional? I know that his voice actor can say "Harry" and "Harrier." I simply Do Not Care.

It's AH-ree-AH instead of "Harrier." It's AH-ree instead of "Harry."

THAT is why it's "Detective" or "Officer" most of the time. He's fucking embarrassed, but Harry loves the way Kim says his name.

[radio-ghost-cooks]

hhhhhh tensimm brainrot

a drabble about an au i just cooked up where 10 doesn't regen at the end of eot and gets to live a little longer

tags: implied/referenced abuse, blood mention, the time lords are massive assholes, post eot, the drums, 10th doctor, simm!master, tensimm, thoschei, their little head bonk, ten is so in love, touch starved Master (kinda), so much hurt/comfort, author wants to hug the Master, academy era names, he/it Master, they/them Doctor

they could hear it. for the first time in a very long time, the Doctor heard the Drums. they didn't know how. they didn't know why. but they had a sneaking suspicion that it meant the Master was in danger. and despite it all, despite the constant running and fighting and betrayal and animosity, they couldn't leave the light of their life in danger. they managed to break their way into the Void. into the empty nothingness that now housed Gallifrey. it took a long time of fidding with the heart of the Tardis, but they did it. the closer they got to their old home, the louder and clearer the din in their mind became. a rapid beat of 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4. faster than before. weaker.

it took a very long time to find the Master, but when they did, they nearly broke down sobbing. there lay the Master, their Koschei, facedown in the dirt, the foot of some Time Lord planted on the side of his face, old dried blood on his hoodie being overtaken by fresh wounds. insult and injury. a reminder of how the other Time Lords thought of him and the Doctor. this must be their punishment for killing Rassilon, for the old Lord President was nowhere to be found. good. he deserved it, for what he did to Koschei. but Koschei was still shoved into the dirt.

it took a lot of running, bargaining, and knock-outing, but finally, they scooped the Master into their arms and made a mad dash back to safety. far away from Gallifrey. the poor Master, their poor Koschei, was completely exhausted. its back was a map of scars and bruises. its front didn't fare much better. imagine the Doctor's surprise when, as they gently ran their hand down its side, it purred and pressed into it desperately despite being seemingly unconscious.

the Doctor carried him to their bedroom, which the Tardis had made some slight alterations to. the bed was larger, big enough to accommodate both of them. sitting by the foot of it was a pile of clothes; an exact match to the Master's current outfit (minus the blood, obviously).

by that point, the Master had woken up slightly, his eyes finally peeling open and making a little noise of confusion.

"Mmmh?" the Doctor looked down at the Master and smiled softly, a hint of sadness in their eyes. "hullo, Koschei," they hummed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. the Master paused. "you came," he whispered, not daring to believe what was going on. "you called."

the Master would have broken down sobbing if he had the energy. they heard him. they heard the Drums and came for him. he nearly destroyed time itself and yet Theta Sigma still came. he buried himself into their chest, reeling at the sensation of touch that wasn't meant to harm him. he purred a little louder, now the only sound either of them could hear.

"Theta," he whimpered, with tears in his eyes, "Theta, I'm sorry. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. all I've ever done is put you in danger. I'm so sorry-" "Oi." Theta hugged Koschei closer to them, bringing one hand to its cheek and pressing their foreheads together. "I forgive you. all anyone's ever done is hurt you. s' not your fault."

Theta cradled Koschei in their arms, rocking ever so slightly as tears rolled down his face. but he was happy. happy tears. because for once in their bloody lives, everything felt okay. they were going to be okay.

[callsign-bunnie]

Hello...

Is the ask game open???

I have a crossover brainrot that's been bugging me and I want to speak about it so pardon me-

How would everybody react to finding out their resident cinnamon roll Roach is an ex-Assassin like the ones from Assassin's Creed.

Okay, bye now, Imma go scream about this Au for the next few weeks-

Okay if you like assassin AUs, I just did one with Merc!Rodolfo for Aledolfo! It’s on my AO3, I can link it if you want! (ALSO I AM ALWAYS DOING THE ASK GAMES)

Soap: Definitely keeps an eye open when he’s alone with Roach.

Ghost: Not even remotely shocked, just says “that tracks” and moves on.

Rodolfo: Immediately curious about it and asks a ton of questions.

Alejandro: Shocked as hell, unsure how that would even happen

Price: Also already knew

Gaz: Does not believe it, just laughs until he realizes everyone is dead serious and then he just stares at Roach

Graves: Refuses to believe it, thinks there’s no way

Valeria: Immediately asks if he’s willing to kill some people for her

Farah: Thinks it’s cool as hell and rapid fires questions with Rudy

Alex: Thinks it just figures but doesn’t say anything

Laswell: Already knew

Roach: Never actually hid it, thought he was super obvious.

[zarvasace]

I absolutely adore your disability au :) i remember in the summary of all the boys' disabilities you mentioned that Sky got hearing aids from Wild's world? care to share any brainrot on how that happened? 👀

Brainrot, you say? Does 4k words of unedited oneshot that wouldn't end count? :) This is kind of all over the place but oh well! AO3 link here!

Favorite Sounds

Gen, 4k words, Sky-focused. Sky/Sun. 'Sign language looks like this.' Mini disclaimer: I did research but don't have firsthand experience with what I'm trying to write here. Don't take it as gospel, please! XD

So now Wild, Sky, Twilight, and Warriors make their way through the rain up to the tower at the top of the hill. Sky enjoys the walk, though the rain is chilly. The view from the hill is gorgeous, as most views in Wild's world are, and Sky likes seeing Hateno Village from this angle. If he looks right, he can see Hyrule climbing the tree near Wild's house, and Legend leaning against the trunk of it. They're just blobs of color, from here, but Sky would know their colors anywhere. 

---

On Sky's third or fourth visit to Wild's untamed world,  Wild takes a few of them up to Hateno labs. He's told them all about Purah already, about her rather inquisitive attitude and tendency to get right to the point. Apparently, she wants some help moving some heavy equipment and asked if Wild had a minute. 

He glances back and hurries to catch up with the others. It's not a long walk, but their hair is already soaked, and nobody's talking much. Sky breathes in deeply. The smell of rain in a forest this dense is still new to him, but it's becoming one of his favorites. 

Wild knocks on the door of the odd tower, and sure enough, a white-haired young girl with large glasses and a massive attitude answers. They exchange some words, and Wild leads them into the tower. 

Sky wants to look around, but he makes himself sit still and face the others instead. Warriors interprets as Wild introduces the three of them, so Sky smiles and waves at the right moment. He's the last to be introduced, so he expects Purah to begin telling them what she needs, but she pauses and stares at him with fire in her eyes. 

She says something that Sky barely misses, and he's about to ask her to repeat herself when he catches Warriors's interpretation behind her. 'You're the deaf one, right?'

"Yes, ma'am," he replies, a little spooked by the intensity of her gaze. 

Purah taps her chin, then turns to shoot rapid-fire orders at the others—Warriors's hands can't keep up. She directs them into another room, and Wild argues with her for just a moment before visibly giving in. Twilight gives Sky a wave, then heads out, followed by Warriors. 

When Purah points Sky into a nearby chair, he frowns. "Hold on. I can help, too."

She just smiles at him and hops over to her shelves to grab a few bits of incomprehensible technology. 

Sky turns to Wild, who'd lingered for a moment, and his expression clearly demands an explanation, which Wild gives.

'She thinks she can help you,' Wild signs, 'and that what she has to do will only take three of us.'

'You're leaving me alone?' Sky signs back, not panicking but startled. 

'I trust her. But I can insist you come too, if you don't want to stay.'

Sky glances back at Purah, who kneels on the table as she assembles something, muttering to herself. He can see some switches, wires, and shaped bits of metal that he can't even begin to puzzle out. She really does just look eight or nine years old, hardly anything threatening. And if Wild trusts her… 

'I'll be all right, thank you though."

Wild nods at him, smiles, and heads out of the room to help Warriors and Twilight do whatever Purah called them here for. At Purah's prompting, Sky sits in the chair and takes what looks like a can lid with dark fabric stretched across it. She tries to tell him something, smacks her forehead, and finds paper to write on instead. 

After a few awkward seconds, Purah hands Sky a note, then climbs back onto the table to sit with her legs dangling off of it. 

Put the speaker up to your right ear. Sound will come out of it, a variety of pitches and volumes. What you need to do is raise your hand when you can hear something. Then we'll switch to the left ear. I think I can make a device to help you hear more, but I need to know what you can hear, first.

That makes sense, sort of. Well, if Purah knows how to work on Wild's slate, maybe she knows something about this, too. 

"Well, I hope I'm not distracting you from anything important," Sky tells her, setting the note down and lifting the thing to his right ear as she'd directed. 

Purah responds with words he doesn't catch, but she's waving her hand, so he takes it to mean "don't worry about it." 

At first, the sounds seem random. They're like music, but don't change as music did, and Sky can't pick out a pattern. He does as Purah asked, though, and raises his hand when he can hear something. As the tones continue, he can tell that she's trying to determine how loud something has to be until he can hear it. It's strange. He doesn't know if he's ever heard some of these sounds, as high as they are. 

It takes a while until she's satisfied and has him switch to the left ear, where she runs through the same process. Some time during that, the other three come back, a little more tired and a little more dry. They sit around, leaning on furniture as they talk. Purah begins to chat away, and Warriors lets Sky know that it's nothing very relevant, so he doesn't interpret much of what she's saying. Sky's too focused on listening to the noises to follow the conversation, anyway. 

He's almost startled when Purah tugs a little on the wire that connects the speaker to her boxes on the take. He hands it back, and through Wild interpreting, Purah tells Sky that she's excited to be working on a problem like this, and that she should have something ready soon, but she doesn't know how soon. 

He thanks her and leaves with the others. Wild says something about dinner, and the incident fades into the background as they start back down the hill. 

---

It's somewhere around two months later when they walk through another portal to see Hateno Village again. Sky can't help but feel a little jealous, since they hadn't been to Skyloft in the time between, and he misses Zelda so much he aches. But nobody here controls where the portals go, least of all Wild or Sky, so he just lets out a soft sigh and smiles at Wild's clear surprise that they're back so soon. 

All in all, Wild's world is a good place to be. They'd come from Hyrule's, which is a rather rough world, considering that fires are dangerous beacons and monsters are more numerous than insects. The group always comes out of Hyrule's world a little worse for wear. The relative peace of Wild's world, whether in a village or traveling to a stable, is very welcome. 

With lighter hearts—and lighter bodies, due to the blood loss and rationing—they climb across the last hill to make it to the house. In a matter of minutes, the fire warms up the interior, and they're all laying damp clothing out in front of the hearth, changing into nightclothes and settling down for an evening under a roof. 

Sky sits down at the table with paper, ink, and a pen to write a letter. Nearby, Time and Wild hold a conversion, and the low rumble in Time's voice that Sky can hear is soothing. He gets halfway through a letter to Zelda that he doesn't even know if he'll get to send when Time stands up to get the door. He pauses between sentences to look up, and to his surprise, he sees a small girl outside, wrapped in a cloak and looking like a wet cat. 

He expects Purah to be upset, for some reason, but she immediately zeroes in on him when she steps inside. The others seem a little uncomfortable, having their haven disrupted, but Purah will not be deterred. A quick look around tells Sky that yes, Hyrule has somehow disappeared, and Four decided to casually hide behind Twilight. 

Apparently, Purah has no interest in them. She comes right up to Sky and offers him the small box in her hands, and only then does Sky suddenly remember their strange encounter. She'd said she could help with his hearing. 

Sky takes the palm-sized box, blinking, and at her encouragement, opens it up. Inside, there are three devices—two are shaped somewhat like bananas, smaller than his pinkie finger, with small wires coming out of their tops like flowers on delicate stems, while the third is like a small version of Wild's slate, with switches instead of a screen. There's paper inside, too, and Sky can tell with a quick glance that the little book details how these are made and how to use them. 

He's not sure what to do with it all. A hovering Time relays Purah's question about permission to help, and Sky gives an affirmative answer. She hops up onto the table, avoiding the unfinished letter, so she's more level with Sky's head, then picks out one of the banana-shaped devices. Wild asks her questions as she does, doubtlessly complicated ones that nobody else understands. Four, curious, comes out of hiding and wanders closer on his crutches, drawn in by the promise of learning something new. 

Purah hooks the device over Sky's ear, putting the banana part behind the ear and the wire part in front. She pushes the end of the wire, an even tinier device covered in what Sky thinks is rubber, into the actual inside of his ear. He makes a face at the feeling but lets her work, and turns so that she can do the other side. 

It's sort of funny to watch Wild and Four as she explains—they look excited, albeit a bit confused. They don't look very nervous, though, so Sky feels a little better about this whole thing. If it works, that's wonderful, if it doesn't, that's all right, too. He's trying not to wonder too much or ratchet his hopes up too high. 

When she's done, Purah reaches for the tiny slate-like thing in the box and hands it over to him. She points at one of the buttons, clearly meaning for him to press it. 

"Is that it?" Sky asks, and with his ears plugged up a little with the rubbery parts, his voice sounds louder and stranger to him as it reverberates in his skull. 

Purah nods and gestures, and he thinks he catches her telling him to hurry up already. 

Sky lets himself smile, then he presses the button. A light on the mini-slate flickers, then begins to glow, and Sky can hear… something. It isn't very clear at first, but then he's listening to a tone like the ones Purah had used to test his hearing. It doesn't last very long, and shuts off almost as soon as he recognizes it. Huh. 

"So how do we know if it works?" 

Sky's heart skips a beat, and he turns to Wild, his eyes wide enough that he can feel them drying out a little. "I think it does."

Wild immediately smiles, his whole face lighting up like the sun. "You're kidding."

"I'm not." Sky looks down at the little slate in his hands. He can tell the sounds are artificially loud, and his voice still sounds funny, but because things are so loud, he can hear them. He can hear a lot, actually, it's all a little distracting. There's a creak as Purah hops off the table, there's rain hitting the window, there's fire crackling and something sizzling on the stove. There are so many sounds, and Sky's brain is not used to sorting through them. 

"How do you feel, Sky?" Time asks, and his voice is more than just that low rumble. It's hard for Sky to catch. He knows what shapes words make, but not so much what they sound like. 

Sky looks at him. "A little overwhelmed, if I'm being honest. Everything sounds so different. I didn't know fire even had a sound. And rain, too?"

Time smiles, almost to the point of laughing. "Yes, they do, Sky."

So that's what his name sounds like. Sky smiles back and turns to Purah. "This is amazing, thank you so much. How does it work? Do I owe you anything?" 

Purah shrugs. "My Link has helped us all a lot, so don't worry about that." Her voice is higher than Sky had anticipated, and almost startling. She runs him through the basics of what the devices do (takes sound in, and makes it louder), what they need to keep running (gems or bits of fruit in the box, "Like the Master Cycle," Wild says, whatever that means), and how to clean them. She makes sure to mention that she can always replace them if they get lost or broken. The mini-slate apparently turns the actual earpieces on and off, as well as controls how much sound gets through. 

Sky has to ask her to slow down a few times. Just because he knows words doesn't mean he really knows how they sound like this. He'll really have to get used to that, apparently. 

As she speaks, the others gather around the dining table to watch both the devices, Purah's direction, and Sky's reactions to things. They're excited for him. Warriors, with Sky's translation, asks a few important questions that don't occur to Sky, like if they're waterproof (they are) and if they'll stop working at certain altitudes or temperatures (most likely not).

Wild gives Purah a packaged plate of hot food and a few "spare" gems as she leaves, headed back into the rain. 

Sky's left sitting at the dining table, just trying to parse through all the new input as Wild and Time start to distribute dinner. He's getting a bit of a headache, but he doesn't want to take the devices off just yet. He taps his metal fork against the ceramic plate several times to listen to the ring. People keep talking, which can be a bit confusing, but Sky likes hearing them.

Time's voice, as Sky had noted, is more than a rumble. There's a musical quality to it, how it rises and falls even more than Wind's does. Wind's voice is the highest, though not by too much. Twilight's voice reminds Sky a bit of the fire, if he can say something like that so soon. Wild sounds like someone mashed Wind and Twilight together and added a bit of extra roughness. Four's voice, like Time's, changes a lot, but not as musically. He almost seems to have different cadences for his different moods. 

Legend almost sounds like he's singing when he looks past Sky. "There you are, Hyrule, where were you?"

"At first? Avoiding more social interaction. Then I fell asleep." This voice is one Sky hasn't heard yet. It's quieter than the rest seem to be, but there's a very sweet tone to it that almost reminds Sky of the chiming that Fi would give off when she wanted to tell him something. 

Sky turns around in his chair to see Hyrule approaching the table. He feels another massive smile grow on his face, straining already sore muscles from smiling all night. "Hyrule!"

Hyrule raises a hand to wave at him, and heads toward Legend, where there's an empty spot between him and Sky. Sky can't begin to imagine hearing well enough to know where people are in a room like that. His respect for Hyrule increases a few notches at the thought. 

"Well, we're about to eat," Legend says, "so you picked a good time to wake up."

"I smelled it," Hyrule responds with a smile and a laugh of his own. 

"Hold on, Hyrule, would you do that again?" Sky asks. 

Hyrule pauses, leaning his cane up against the table. "Do what again? Oh, wait." He thinks for a second, then does his best to sign the words instead. 'Do what again?'

Sky almost feels like he's going to cry from all the joy. "You're getting so good at that, Hyrule. I meant, laugh?" 

"Laugh?" Hyrule repeats. "Why?" 

"So I can hear it?" 

That makes Hyrule pull up short. "Wait, hear it? You heard me?"

Legend answers. "Purah made him things to stick in his ears that make everything louder so he can hear them better. You missed that part, I guess."

"Really?" Hyrule asks, taking a step closer and resting his hand on Sky's arm. "You can hear me? Is it permanent? Sky, that's amazing." He does laugh, then, and it's a very nice sound. 

"It's not permanent, no, I'm getting a headache already. I'll probably take them out soon. But for now—yes, I can hear you! Well, you're still a little quiet, it's not perfect, but there's definitely more sound than there was." 

"Well, I've spent my whole life listening to sounds, so I'll have to show you some of my favorites." Hyrule sits down, then, and Time sets a plate of rice and meat in front of him. 

When dinner starts in earnest and the conversations flow around them, Sky finds his headache getting worse. It's hard to follow all the conversations, especially when any moment of quiet means that Sky instead is listening to rain, fire, creaking, chewing. He can hear his own chewing, and it's starting to grate on his nerves. 

"Hey, Sky?" Hyrule asks, still quiet but easier to focus on since he sits so closely. Nobody but Legend glances over, either distracted by other conversations or too far to really pay attention. "Since this is pretty much the first time I've ever talked to you directly… I want you to know that I admire you a lot."

Sky feels his face heat up, and Hyrule keeps going. 

"You always seem to know what the nicest thing to do is. You're a Hero in every sense of the word, and I'm glad I get to know you."

"Hyrule…" Sky says, embarrassed and flattered beyond words. "Thank you. I don't feel like I'm that great, but it's kind of you to say. I think you're a wonderful person, too." 

Legend stands up abruptly with his empty plate in his hand. He leans over to collect Hyrule's and Sky's plates, too. "Ugh, this is so sweet, I'm going to get cavities." 

Hyrule gets up to help with the dishes, and Sky leans back. It's been a long day, even ignoring the visit from Purah and subsequent excitement. His headache is growing quickly.

After a short smile over at Wild, Sky presses the button on the mini-slate to turn the hearing devices off, then gently pulls them off of his ears and sets them back in the box. The sounds around him immediately go quiet, and voices dull to a familiar low roar. 

It's a bit sad to hear them go, but relieving, too. It's like taking off his belts and boots at the end of a day and settling back. He's used to the world at this level of noise. He always knew there was more to it all, and it's certainly interesting to try and figure out what other people hear. He doesn't know how well it would go, trying to hear so much out in nature, not to mention in battle, but he looks forward to trying, someday. 

In fact, Sky looks forward to hearing a lot of things someday, now that he can. Hyrule said he has favorite sounds, so Sky wants to try and hear those, if possible. He knows Time has an ocarina, that Legend can play a lot of instruments, and that Twilight has a plucked instrument of his own. He definitely wants to hear all of that. 

Most of all, though, Sky thinks he wants to hear Zelda's voice clearly. Her voice, her laugh, her singing—every sound she has to offer him, he wants to hear someday. 

---

It seems that Hylia agrees with the sentiment, because after two weeks in Wild's world, getting used to the devices and the sounds of voices and forests and rivers and animals and birds, the next portal takes them directly to Skyloft, just outside the Loftwing stables. The wind is rough and chilly and loud, and the smell makes Sky simultaneously grin and wrinkle his notes. It's home, here. 

The others file out of the portal, pulling cloaks tight around themselves against the wind. They know where they are, and Sky doesn't miss the look Warriors gives him. There had been no small amount of poking and good-hearted teasing about how excited Sky was to see Zelda again next. (Some of it was rather crass, but Sky brushes those off as he always does, of course.)

As he usually is, Sky's Loftwing is nearby, seemingly waiting for them to get out of the portal. Sky has his hearing devices turned on, which had been confusing in the portal itself, but it lets him hear just how loud Crimson is when they see each other. 

Sky flinches a little at the unexpected volume. He'd always been able to hear that, at least mostly, and it's clear why, now. Crimson is on him in two seconds, knocking him to the ground and poking at his hair with that huge beak like he's a baby Loftwing. Sky laughs and pats him back as he climbs to his feet. 

"You really are loud, aren't you?" Sky mutters into Crimson's feathers. 

Crimson nudges him back, and Sky turns to see Zelda's golden hair shining in the sun as she runs down the path from the school towards them. He laughs, unable to keep his elation inside, then pats Crimson again and races off to meet her halfway. 

Zelda smells like sunshine and feathers, and there are almost tears in her eyes as she flings herself into his arms. She fits there, the perfect height and weight for Sky to wrap his arms around and pull close. 

He can feel the vibration as she mutters something into his shoulder. He squeezes her again, then pulls away to see her face. There's a faint red outline where her flight goggles had stuck to her face, and she's wearing her warm clothing, clearly just come back from a flight. 

"What was that?" Sky asks. "Didn't quite hear it." He's gotten used to the sound of his own voice in his head by now, and when Zelda opens her mouth, he focuses very hard. 

She rolls her eyes and tries to get her hands up to sign, but he's holding her a little too tightly, still. "I said, it's nice to see you." 

And, by Hylia, Zelda's voice is Sky's new very favorite sound. 

"Nice to see you, too," he answers, and her eyes meet his with the most startled expression he's ever seen on her face. 

[razzle-zazzle]

How do you come up with the titles for your fics? They're very creative!

This is a very funny question for me to receive, because the answer... varies. Prior to getting an AO3 account, I only really titled my fics if I had a good idea for a title; AO3 requires every piece to be titled, though, and a lot of them... did not come easily.

I have the easiest time with Whumptobers, as I just title those based on the prompt. Otherwise, I have to come up with the titles myself, and it's usually the first thing I think of that sounds good enough. I have two pieces titled "i don't even know" and "dormmates (idk what to call this)" respectively purely bc I couldn't think of a title for them, and then I have pieces where the title is some low-meaning jargon that vibed like "it's snow problem!" "tiny steps in the night" "eggs for one" and so on. So more often than not I'm scrambling to figure out some kind of title to satisfy AO3 and then leaving the piece untitled on tumblr bc it doesn't need one.

When it comes to naming AUs... yeah, that varies too. I had a lot of trouble coming up with a name for the Between AU because a lot of what I was coming up with (Bergen Branch, Bergen Brothers, etc) either felt misleading, incomplete, or didn't fit the tone quite right. So even though "Between AU" makes no reference to the fact that Branch gets to be Bergen royalty, it still works with Branch's character arcs in that AU as being caught between different worlds. Some of my AU titles end up being more literal or descriptive (Undead Acrobat, PN Rapids AU), and some get to be a little more poetic (Pearl & Seaglass, The River Runs Deep).

There is one series where I spent a lot of time figuring out titles; in fact, just a few weeks ago I had a category two brainrot event that witnessed me going through all the ice and ice-related Wikipedia articles + a thesaurus shifting some of the titles in If We're All for One World (the title of which is literally just a lyric from the show's theme song, lmao). And the names from that series don't all fit a cohesive theme! I just put them together based on the other pieces they could be themed with, and based on what served the story best! I do have a series where all the names follow a theme (Buried Beneath), but it's a loose theme of "earth-related" lmao.

tl;dr I pick names based on what works for the fic itself, but sometimes I just throw words together until I get something that sounds vaguely fitting, and sometimes the fic is part of a series where the titles have some kind of theme, but even then it tends to be loosey-goosey.

[sagau-my-beloved]

On one hand, having venti pamper me and take care of my every need.

On the other, pamering venti and taking care of all of his needs

I cannot pick a side

-Rapid

Just like me fr 😔

I wanna comfort the absolute fuck out of him, I wanna cook for him and smother him in affection and play with his hair and give him the entire universe

Just imagine holding him and giving him kisses and telling him over and over how much you love him <33333, that you'll always be there because he's your world, then flustering the hell out of him with words of praise and comfort

That's my default, pls let me just wrap him in a blanket and give him a forehead kiss, he deserves it, he's been through so much and deserves all the good things, let me treat him as if he's the most precious thing in the world cause he is and I love him so much

But on the other hand

Venti brushing your hair out of your face with gentle eyes, telling you how you'll always be ok as long as he's there, how he'd do anything for your happiness, how nothing in the world would ever stand in its way and god help anything that tries

Just getting a hug from Venti after a particularly rough day and him whispering that it's all right, you're ok and you did so good today, he's so proud of you for pushing forward and you'll never have to worry about any of that with him

And he'd be so insistent on doing everything, every time you go to get up, to be a more productive person, he's there immediately to take on whatever burden himself with that same warm smile, one that just radiates how he wouldn't prefer to be anywhere else

Then the sugary sweet phrases, the "Please let me take care of the most important person to ever grace the universe, the world's been so rough on you recently hasn't it, let me take care of it all for you" between gentle kisses that make you lose your entire train of thought, how he's so quick to silence any protest with a kiss that barely covers the intense desires behind it

Venti, with all his charisma and emotional intelligence, with his strategically placed touches that make you wonder if it really wouldn't be so bad to just give into what he promises you, the promise of happiness without conditions or limitations

[astralcat]

to prove i am in deep brainrot about my one piece × digimon au here are the partner digimon's running gags

Sabo's Blucomon likes hot weather, despite the fact that he gets weaker in it, which he seems to be oblivious to. He also loves food like most of the other main hero partner Digimon and has a specific liking towards donuts.

Ace's Liollmon was hard to come up with a running gag for, but I decided that he is very protective of the Holy Ring (or at least I guess it is one) around its neck, and will attack anyone who gets too close to its neck.

Luffy's Monmon has a habit of agreeing with whatever Luffy wants to do, no matter how outlandish or dangerous it might be. He also loves food, and has a habit of stealing it from Blucomon, which almost always results in the two fighting.

Zoro's Hyokkomon essentially idolizes Zoro, believing him to be a swordsmanship god in human form. Unfortunately, Zoro considers Hyokkomon's hero worship annoying, which usually results in Zoro smacking Hyokkomon whenever his idol worship gets a little too out of hand.

Nami's Pomumon gets mistaken for a particularly tasty piece of dragonfruit by nearly everyone, which includes Blucomon and Monmon. Pomumon usually responds to this by using its Rapid Seed attack, spitting seeds at the offender.

Sanji's Spadamon is a very picky eater, which clashes with Sanji's desire to not let a single drop of food go unwasted. Usually this ends with Sanji feeding the unwanted food to Blucomon and/or Monmon.

[missrosiewolf]

Ask day >:)

How’s your day going :}?

Do you have any unpopular ships or pairings?

A trope/archetype you just can’t get enough of?

What’s your fic writing style? Organized time set aside for writing or spontaneous bursts of inspiration?

So when’s that first Drizzt rant from your tag system dropping ahaha

Oh gosh. Oh geeze. It's ask day :0

How’s your day going :}?

My dad has been going good so far. I just started my laundry and got my pork tenderloins cooking.

Do you have any unpopular ships or pairings?

The Tolkien Fandom that would be RogxCelebrimbor and my current Tolkien brainrot FingonxMeril

From Legend of Drizzt? That would probably be Bergin'yon/Drizzt. I don't think I've seen a lot of content for them.

Ahhhh. The curse of having unpopular ships. You have to make your own food.

A trope/archetype you just can’t get enough of?

I know this isn't a trope or archetype, but my favorite symbolism is the hydra, which is rapid regeneration and renewal. It's my favorite because even though you cut one head off and one or more grows back immediately — I know. That's terrifying, fighting something that it essentially immortal unless you cut off all the heads — I view it as something similar to not giving up and overcoming an otherwise impossible obstacle.

Because Hercules is cutting off heads and they keep growing back, but he's not stopping even though it might be looking hopeless because he has to succeed. He cannot give up. This is a labor he has to complete. And he does. He does succeed. He teams up with Ioalus and together they are able to overcome the hydra's regeneration and slay the monster.

I find it to be a little bit inspiring :D

As for trope/archetype...surprisingly the archetype I enjoy seeing the most is The Lover. I really enjoy those types of characters (provided they're written well, of course). They're passionate and fun. They seek togetherness and security. They can be an idealist who believes in the power of love. They live for love; they're looking for love, and they're often making their decisions from the heart rather than from their head.

It's an archetype that makes first go :0 and then ;^; because ohhhh my heart it hurts or ohhhh I love them.

I think I might be a bit of a sucker for the Lover archetype.

What’s your fic writing style? Organized time set aside for writing or spontaneous bursts of inspiration?

Spontaneous bursts of inspiration. I would love to set aside time for writing but unfortunately I feel more able to write when the urge hits me out of nowhere...which tends to often be late in the evening and sometimes before bed.

A lot of times I'm shooting from the hip and going from there. I don't really plan unless the idea leads into a multi-chapter long fic. Especially if it's an AU — the more I think about it, the more ideas I have for it, the more likely it is that I have to properly plan things.

But that's hard ;^;

So when’s that first Drizzt rant from your tag system dropping ahaha

I...can't say. Not because I want to keep it a secret but there's so many things about these books that have earned my frustration. The way certain character arcs / characters have been handled, the deaths that I feel were unnecessary and could have been avoided, and certain plot decisions that had me going either what the fuck or what the shit.

So yeah I haven't dropped an in-depth rant yet because I just don't know where to begin.

But I'm going to try. So I think my first [future] rant will probably end up being a more generic rant on Aevendrow/Lorendrow/Udadrow and all the problems I have with this retconned lore. Then a rant more focused on how Bob has handled this (at least on the Aevendrow side of things and Callidae) retconned lore so far.

[fate-defiant]

Dang i do NOT remember how we first started talking, i do remember we were moots before you made that blog! I think at some point we just got some princess tutu AU brainrot together?? I wanna say it was Modern AU brainrot where you birthed the fantastic Uzura with undyed roots and Mytho setting a fashion trend of wearing pajama pants as scarves

Oh, I remember. It was 2017-ish, I believe, I had joined tumblr fairly recently- I think the Modern!AU posts still have my first url on them? And the ballgown AU was in it's heyday! I found your blog while looking through the princess tutu tag and sent that modern AU ask that turned into a whole thread. It was just a whole rapid fire back and forth of headcanons and art, I was so giddy I stayed up until like, 1 am and then my mom had to tell me to go the fuck to sleep lmao

I don't think we communicated very regularly even at the start, I was very shy and very bad at keeping up with anything, really.

Man that feels like a lifetime ago...

[weird-fanwing]

Some Rapids au doodles for y'all