#SEREN TAG 💥

[dragonselfship]

happy 3 year anniversary to us!! here's luci and sen backseat gaming while i play ghost of tsushima [reblogs very appreciated!!]

f/o 1 (left) uses they/she, s/i (middle) uses he/she/they/it, f/o 2 (right) uses he/him <3

[enemyoflactose]

I Finished the Rest of Battle City

@lostsomewhereinthegarden wanted to be tagged

I was honestly getting a little tired of Marik and his problems by this point in the series which is why this took so long.

Voice acting:

Marik: THEY TOOK AWAY HIS SKELETOR VOICE

Characters:

Yami: He's pretty much the same, only he completely forgives normal Marik.

Yugi: pretty much the same only he forgives normal Marik.

Joey: he died and I started crying. He's pretty good as always and was absolutely robbed of that victory.

Téa: she kept getting possessed.

Tristan: nothing new

Duke: nothing new

Ryou: ate all the donuts

Yami Bakura: he giggled and did nothing.

Ishizu: she yells in lowercase and I think that's funny

Odion: Maybe it's just the dub, but he never says he wants Marik to be safe because he loves him. He just says it's his duty and it's how he'll be accepted into his family. Idk. It's a little weird that this may be his and Marik's final moments and he doesn't once say that he loves him.

Marik: I hate you. I hate you so much.

Yami Marik: hype wore off this guy sucks and can't duel without plot armor. He also talks way too much and it gets on my nerves.

Seto Kaiba: he's so angry that Yugi beat him in his own tournament it's kinda funny. He is my savior in these last episodes.

Mokuba: he's here

Serenity: she's also here

Mai: ded

Roland: the MVP

Duels:

Duel 1: Four Way Duel

In this duel Joey, Kaiba, Yami, and Yami Marik are all dueling each other at the same time. For a little bit, everyone is targeting Joey, but Yami keeps defending him so they move on to attacking Marik.

Every time Yami defends Joey, Kaiba says something snarky and that makes Joey go "Hey man, let me duel on my own for Mai."

And Yami just begrudgingly does it. Like this man does not want Joey dueling Marik.

Marik is just in his own little corner going "AHAHAHAAA I'm so evil" and everyone ignores him.

Kaiba is trying to knock out someone. I forgot who. He wants to get all three Egyptian God Cards and make his deck even brickier.

Yami Marik loses.

Duel 2: Joey vs Yami Marik

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💪🪓💥PEAK💥🎉💯💯🔥💯💯❤️‍🔥⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡🦅🦅🦅

This duel is Yami Marik's only good duel, and by God is it Joey's second best (I like Joey vs Valon more).

In this duel, Yami Marik makes it a Shadow Game in which your energy gets drained if your monster is destroyed or loses attack points. Because Joey is a normal guy, he is weaker to this and therefore loses faster.

Some stuff happens and Joey was given Lava Golem. This makes him lose life points faster. Yami Marik is slowly burning him with other cards like nightmare wheel, but lava golem is cooler.

Yami Marik uses some worm things to make Joey lose more energy. Joey sacrifices them so he can summon Geilfried (idk how to spell it).

Yami Marik summons Ra Phoenix mode and destroys all of Joey's monsters. But my boy still stands.

Joey summons Gearfried and almost attacks, but then he dies.

Duel 3: Kaiba vs Yami

I kept dozing off during this duel because I was worried about Joey, soooooo I kinda have no clue what happened other than like a few things.

Kaiba and Yami are dueling in a coliseum because Kaiba is crazy.

Kaiba gives Yami Change of Heart sometime during this duel. Which makes me wonder if he always had that on hand, or if he yoinked it from Bakura. Did Bakura ever get it back?

Kaiba so summons his blue eyes at some point in this duel. And Yami summons red eyes. And that Dark Magician Paladin thing.

During this duel Kaiba and Yami attack each other with their god cards and it takes them to a vision of the past in which the gods are turned to stone and the two of them are fighting.

Yami Marik is stuck in a wall. One time I read a fic where Yami Bakura stopped time and butt fucked him there. Wild.

Yami wins by means I don't remember and Mokuba and Kaiba fight about something.

INTERMISSION

Téa gets possessed again and goes to fight Yami Marik.

Kaiba gets annoyed at Ishizu and then Joey.

Mokuba is annoyed at Kaiba.

Yami Marik and Marik are fighting during Kaiba and Joey's duel.

TéaMarik does some sick flips and then Ishizu and Yami intervene and make Yami Marik go away.

Turns out Marik is a little regretful about being the absolute worst and wants to make things right by doing not much at all because he sucks and can't do shit without help.

Téa is back.

Duel 4: Kaiba vs Joey

Joey was pissing off Kaiba and that convinced a duel for third place.

Kaiba is winning.

Joey summons Blue Eyes White Dragon from Kaiba's graveyard and this makes Kaiba so angry.

Uuuuhhhh.... Joey told Mokuba that Kaiba doesn't care about him and that made me really upset.

Some stuff happens idk I wasn't paying attention I don't really care about this rivalry.

Kaiba won and Joey got made fun of.

Final duel: Yami Marik vs Yami Yugi

Shadow game

I don't remember the first part of this duel other than Marik and Yugi are at risk of death and like I get caring about Yugi dying, but Marik kinda deserves it.

So um... Every time Yami loses life points Yugi's body starts to disappear. Same thing with Marik.

Yami summons his poker knights and then summons Slifer.

Marik Summons Ra.

Yami destroys Ra and then Summons Obelisk with A card Kaiba gave him.

Marik summons Egyptian God slime and Yami never asks what it does despite the fact that he can.

Some stuff happens and Yami uses Ragnarok and destroys everything and Marik surrenders.

HOW AND WHY MARIK SURRENDERED

While this duel is happening, Normal Marik is talking to Odion's dead body and says that everything that happened was his (Marik's) fault, and that he's sorry.

A while later, Odion wakes up and goes to save Marik. And by save I mean give him a pep talk.

He goes on and on about how Marik is good and can beat the darkness inside of him.

Marik is given a new found strength and tells Yami to attack him.

Yami attacks him and Marik has one life point left. Marik surrenders and Yami Marik dies while begging.

Marik is forgiven and I still don't think he did much to deserve it.

Afterwards

After that duel, Marik apologizes again, and then takes his shirt off to show Yami the scriptures on his back.

Yami can't read it tho so it was kinda pointless.

Marik then gives him the millennium rod and ring and Yami Bakura's lame ass who was playing spin the bottle with Dark Magician said "Thank you" because he's polite and we love him.

Kaiba says he's going to blow up the island.

Joey and the gang go check on Mai and Serenity says she ain't wake up yet, but then she wakes up because Joey juST GOT PRANKED LMAO

The Gang then find Bakura eating food because there isn't much to eat in the Shadow Realm. That makes me think that the Shadow Realm is biased towards the Bakurae because they always only get a slap on the wrist for losing.

We don't see Bakura or the Ishtar's for the rest of the episode so I'm choosing to believe they were busy adopting Bakura into their family as Marik's husband.

It takes the gang way too long to realize that they can just take the helicopter and don't have to ride in the broken aircraft.

The island explodes and the Kaibas come out in a Blue Eyes jet (there is a card of it).

This makes Joey upset.

The squad get back to Domino and Marik apologizes again, and his siblings thank Yugi and his friends for helping them.

The End

[tmos-time]

i love it when people tag to sort before tagging to comment when reblogging; you glance at your tagged notifications and they seem perfectly calm and serene but you click on one of them and you get to see "#blorbo #beepus #bleepos #queued #fandom #FUCK YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! #GRGGRGRGRR IM SO NORMAL ABOUTTHIS💥💥💥💥 #THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME"

[darlingian]

🚑✨Weekly Tag Wednesday🪄💫

Look at me pals. Getting this out on wednesday? You'd think I had my life together or something. Get in bitch, we're going on a mystical adventure through space, time, and reality. (in ian and mickey's ambulance of course) ✨

Name: c h a n i

Zodiac Sign: capricorn.

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: 4w2, and INFP

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? Bubble tea and juicy crispy apples

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? Rather Be by Clean Bandit.

💥 What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? Does Outlander count? Can I just visit 1700s Scotland?

And what about a fantasy movie? Lord of the Rings. Specifically I'd love to visit Gondor (ride some horses with the rohirim), Rivendell and pick up some elf clothes, and relax and smoke longbottom leaf for a few months.

Okay, how about a scifi tv show? Doctor Who. But specifically somewhere fun and alienly beautiful with Eleven and Amy.

And a scifi movie universe? Serenity. I'd love to journey through space with a rag tag crew.

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? Can I pop in and wander around Narnia for a bit?

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? Oh gosh. My fave fics are all angsty ian and mickey dramas. Okay how about the All the Young Dudes common room. (iykyk)

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? Faffy to check out Mickey's art show. CG to watch MICKMILK youtube videos (great idea deanna)

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? Can I visit Scotland now?

Thank you @deedala for putting together this whole shebang! She also tagged just about everyone under the sun. But if you were hiding in the shadows please take this as a sign to do this and then tag me so i can see!!

[misocucumber]

for the ask game: ❤️💥🎁🏷️🦈🧪📚🎯💌 (i know that's a lot so feel free to leave some of them out if you don't feel like answering them)

I'm gonna answer them all and you can't stop me!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

He had gotten dressed tonight with the modest hopes of holding hands with a girl, and instead he had ended up making out with the most ineligible bachelor on the island.

Honestly it sums up what I love about Hirosei -- Hiroshi being sweet and clueless, and Handa being attractive but hopeless to woo. Also Through the Trees is my favourite fic so I just had to choose one from there, but I have lots of other favourite lines.

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

I know Barakamon is slice of life, but I do wish there were more major changes to the status quo. I was so sad when Ojou got sidelined in the manga because her chemistry with Handa was great and I really wanted to see more of their friendship, perhaps a little ‘will they, won’t they?’. As much as I ship Hirosei, I can’t really see it working out in canon, with Hiroshi leaving the island and Handa staying.

A time-skip could have also been revolutionary, perhaps 5-10 years in the future with an older Naru. Handa butting heads with a teenage Naru could have introduced some fresh conflict into the story.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Hiroshi couldn’t pinpoint the moment he had become friends with Handa, but he remembered the moment he had fallen in love with him.

                It was earlier this year in the middle of spring. Hiroshi had brought Handa lunch and they had eaten together in the back room, the sliding doors open to let in the breeze. Over Handa’s shoulder, Hiroshi could see the cherry tree in the backyard, its stark branches covered in pink, fluffy blossoms. It was a beautiful day, dry but warm, the sunlight pale in the vivid blue sky. They ate a heavy lunch and afterwards Handa stretched out on the tatami like a cat in the sun.

                “Don’t fall asleep, you’re cleaning up,” Hiroshi warned.

                “Mm.” But Handa’s eyes had slipped closed and Hiroshi could see his chest rising and falling, steadily growing slower as his body relaxed into the floor.

                Hiroshi rolled his eyes. Typical. He gathered the dishes and took them to the kitchen, running hot water and scrubbing them clean. Handa might as well get his sleep now before Naru finished her own lunchtime nap and came to bother him.

                The window above the sink rattled and Hiroshi felt a strong gust of wind lift his shirt from behind, blowing his hair into his eyes. With one soapy hand, he brushed it away and turned to shut the doors. He stopped in his tracks.

                Pink petals whirled in flurries on the wind, dancing, drifting, alighting on the floor. Handa lay on his side, head resting on his outstretched arm, eyes closed, covered in cherry blossoms. In his hair, on his skin, caught in the folds of his sweater. He looked so serene, so angelic, so stupidly handsome, a bolt of yearning struck Hiroshi in the chest and it ached.

                Petals stuck to the balls of his feet as he tip-toed across the room and stood over Handa. He knelt. He was close enough to see the cables in his sweater, his long eyelashes, his parted lips. Close enough to kiss him. His heart ached and ached and ached.

This is part of a one-shot in which Handa loses his voice and Hiroshi looks after him. Both of them struggle to communicate. It's very fluffy.

🏷️ Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

I'm extremely guilty of writing fanfiction, but not really reading it myself. But when I do, I usually search for a pairing and then HEAVY use the filters. I'm not super great with using tags!

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Definitely Naru, I have zero experience with seven year olds. Handa can also be tricky because he is so neurotic and it's hard to make him do literally anything outside his comfort zone without it sounding out of character.

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

 A little bit, but not much. Sometimes I read about calligraphy, its cultural significance and why and how it is practiced, and occassionally I will look up specific kanji. Recently I went down a rabbit hole reading famous Japanese haikus because I wanted to have Handa write some, and discovered I really love haikus. (This was for a sequel to Like a Vigin in which Handa writes a haiku for a calligraphy competition, perhaps involving Hiroshi 👀)

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

I truly haven't read fanfiction in a while, but let me dig through my bookmarks to find some gems! (limited to Barakamon).

@nanamicide writes some truly adorable Hirosei fluff, the one I keep coming back to is Patch Me Up for some great secret relationship + doting that is absolutely my jam.

Wintering in Paradise by Itylien is a hidden gem, I love the premise of Handa catching lice and all the banter with the gang is great.

Ordinary Miracles by sencha is another great, more subtle Hirosei that feels like it could be canon, honestly.

Tenser's Night Terrors series is seriously spicy and one of my favourites hehe.

Another spicy one is Home by tastewithouttalent, in-character reunion sex, enough said.

Everything by cortae is just sensational, honestly the foundation of the fandom. My favourite is Both because sneaking around + secret relationship, but also because I love Kawafuji.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

I would like to make a habit to write a little each day, even just for five minutes. Hopefully then I can clean out my WIP folder!

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

If you haven't noticed yet, I’m a sucker for secret relationships and sneaking around, the drama is just too good. I also like to write characters navigating a fledgling relationship, it's so ripe for tension and mishaps, as well as some really funny and sweet moments.

Thank you anon for sending me so many prompts! I'm currently sick in bed so this was a welcome distraction.

[dragonselfship]

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜ promyp.

you are the backbone of my life this blog

When he nudges open the door of their apartment with his hip, the first thing he notices is that all the lights are on. Ew.

He pulls the door closed behind him, locks it, and drops all of his groceries onto the kitchen counter. He promptly turns off the overhead light and tension drains from his shoulders.

“Jinx, you here?”

After a moment he receives an answer, though he’s not sure it’s purposeful. As he’s making his way towards their shared room he hears a quiet sniffle, followed by something clattering. His eyebrows furrow.

“Jinx, baby, are you okay?”

When he finally peeks his head into their room, it takes a second for him to spot her. His eyes sweep over their things; their messy bed, the desk lamp shining onto the wall, the marker slowly rolling off of the desk- as if recently disturbed. He tilts his head to peer into the space underneath the desk, and sure enough, two glowing eyes stare back at him.

“Hey, blue. What’s going on?”

For a moment she simply stares at him, and he watches curiously as her eyes focus and unfocus, as if she was looking at him and then behind him.

She speaks up suddenly. “I dunno,” Her voice is subdued and hoarse, crackly as if she had been crying. “I dunno, I don’t.” She buries her head into her knees, shrinking further into herself.

Realization begins to dawn on Winter quickly. “Hey, it’s okay. You wanna come out and talk to me? I got your orange drink.”

“Are th’ lights on?” She slowly unwinds herself from the tight fetal position she was in, peeking around him and into the living room.

“Most of them, why?” He offers his hand to her. She eyes it warily, her gaze flicking from his hand to his face and back again. She reaches forward tentatively and wraps her slim fingers around his own.

“There were monsters,” She says quietly, wiping her eyes with her free hand as she rises to her feet. “In the dark. They were being mean.”

“That’s no good,” He goes to brush her hair from her eyes, before he thinks better of it and pauses. “Can I touch you?”

In an unexpected change of pace, she shuffles forward and buries her face into the space between his neck and shoulder. He instinctively raises his arms to wrap around her, his thumb stroking idly at the skin of her exposed shoulder as she leans into him.

“You’re not a monster, are you?” She mumbles into his shirt, her already quiet voice muffled by the fabric. She rubs her finger over his collarbone.

“No, baby, I’m not.” He kisses the top of her head. “I Promise.”

“M’kay.” She seems content to leave it at that, obviously comfortable in his embrace.

He unfortunately has to break the comfortable silence. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” He’d been gone for a good while, at least three hours. She could have easily forgotten to make something for herself in that time, depending on how long she’s been regressed. Either way, Jinx wasn’t very good at recognizing her body’s signals- whether that be hunger, pain, or thirst.

“Mm, I don’t ‘member.” She begins drawing patterns onto his shirt, her fingers trailing onto his neck and poking at his jaw.

“Well, I brought you Jericho’s.” He nods towards the kitchen. She perks up immediately, pushing away from her place against him with wide eyes.

“Really?”

He nods, a warm smile curling his lips as he admires her excited expression.

“Mhm, I even got your favorite.” He pushes her bangs away from her eyes gently before dropping his hand to her shoulder to nudge her towards the kitchen.

“And you got my orange drink?” She turns to look at him, a hesitant smile revealing the gapped teeth he loved so.

“There’s that smile.” He says warmly. Jinx wrinkles her nose and turns her head, no doubt trying to hide that same smile as it grows.

“I sure did, though. After you eat, we can draw, if you want.”

“Okay.”

[undiscovered-horizon]

Bestie we need a part two 💳💥💥💳💥💥💳💳💥💥💳💳💳 ASAP u can’t leave this beautifully made fanfic without a  sequel, this made me kick my feet in the air and giggle like schoolgirl 😀 lolll I’m down bad for Eddie/riddler

yo call me FedEx because I deliver (not sure this the package you wanted tho)

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 2

[Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

What you thought was a single, queer occasion, became something regular. The notes and cards would appear every other day and soon you found yourself expecting them with excitement. You had your own little, deliciously sweet secret. Realizing how the situation might look to others, you didn't dare tell anyone else about the strangeness you've been a part of - they wouldn't understand. People were quick to jump to conclusions, to assume the worst of others even if there was no malice. Just like there was none in the bizarre friendship or relationship, you had with someone whose identity you couldn't even begin to guess.

The question of the secret admirer's identity was something that wouldn't let you sleep. Some occurrences were too tailored to you and your mundane life for the enigmatic person to be someone completely estranged. Like that one day when the whole world seemed to be against you and nothing would go the way you wanted, you found a cinnamon bun with a birthday candle at your doorstep. So whoever they were, they simply cared.

Was there a piece of you that remained wary? Yes, of course, there was - if your life did not transform into a chick flick, it sure became a good buildup to a horror movie. That part of you, however, was silent most of the time. After all, what kind of malice, if any, could reside in a heart of someone who showered you with small gifts and words of affection?

That day, you were greeted with a bouquet of pink and red flowers strung together with raffia. A small tag was tied to the decoration:

What flowers are kissable?

You looked closer at the flowers in the bouquet - they were all of one kind...

"Tulips?" you slowly said to yourself. You couldn't help but laugh. "God, you're so corny."

Shaking your head with amusement, you entered your apartment and went straight to your bedside table to change one mysterious bouquet for another. The previous flowers barely even began to wilt.

"Wish you had a name," you said as your hand caressed the tag attached to the flowers.

Having let out a heavy sigh, you decided to change into something more comfortable. You let your thoughts wander, conjuring up various possibilities about the secret admirer, as you took off your top and pants - completely oblivious to the lovesick voyeur following each of your steps.

He felt a little ashamed for not immediately looking away. But, in the end, it wasn't his fault, was it? How could he ever be blamed for succumbing to your luring beauty? Could sailors truly be responsible for following the siren's song?

Although his eyes were still fixed on you, his mind was already fantasizing about the next gift he should make for you but most importantly - the little wish you had made that he couldn't help but grant. Truthfully, Ed couldn't deny you anything; he was but a humble servant to your ethereal glory.

The next day, when you were about to leave the comfort of your home and face the responsibilities of the real world, you found another envelope laying on the doormat outside your front door. Inside, there was another cheesy card to add to your abundant collection. This one, however, did not have a riddle written on it but a torn-out page from what looked like a vintage collection of poems:

My lady hath of charms her lion’s share; Grace, beauty, wit and a sweet thoughtfulness, Which rests serenely on her gentle face, Sweet as the flowers are, and pure as air.

Below the ripped-out page was a small scribble that made you audibly gasp, although softly: '- Ed'.

"So you do have a name... Eddie." You smiled to yourself feeling how easily the name rolled off your tongue.

His heart stopped for a moment. The world grew silent and the only thing that mattered, truly mattered, was the soft affection with which you spoke his name.

[rainebowkitty]

Ayo 👀 fancy seeing you here, Phee. Ty for the tag! <3

Get to know me in 9 questions!

Relationship status: Well I'm in an actual relationship with the most wonderful person in the world @queen-seren (she'll see that sometime <3) but if we're talking fictional characters, it ranges from Childe to Eula tbh. That's my type LMAO

Favourite colour: pink, gimme the pink, all types of pink (I also like gold and silver. Honestly any color goes except certain types of green)

3 favourite foods: French fries, crab rangoon (even without the crab), and mint chocolate chip ice cream!

Songs stuck in my head: Happy Halloween 🎃 but specifically the twst fan cover. This. Oh, or most Milgram songs lmao

Song I last listened to: After Pain from Milgram (see, told you u_u)

Last thing I googled: Milgram voting

LMFAO plz vote my boy Haruka innocent, plea- 💥

Dream trip: Take me to my girlfriend please

Anything I really want right now: I was thinking of buying Little Nightmares II cuz it's on discount rn. If you had asked me this yesterday tho, I would've said Halloween Cater Diamond LMAO (he came home in like 31 pulls btw ✨)

Tagging: uhh does it look like I have friends? Jkjk @veevz-drawz @quiteria-pure @queen-seren (if you feel up to it, ik you're very busy babe) @yandere-romanticaa <3

What if I tagged you again Phee ahaha /j

Omg I’m so inactive, but-!! I was tagged by @simmydims Hehe thank you so much wifey mwahs (*´꒳`*) 💜

Get to know me in 9 questions

⋆ relationship status: Kamisato Ayato

⋆ favorite color: anything pastel 🌸

⋆ three favorite foods: apple pie, strawberry shortcake, cheesecake factory carbonara

⋆ song(s) stuck in my head: sugar octette by kurattes

⋆ song I last listened to: bad omens by 5SOS

⋆ last thing I googled: Ayato fanfiction 🦭

⋆ time: 1:47AM

⋆ dream trip: Japan!!

⋆ anything I really want right now: I want a cute witch costume for Halloween, but I’ve been a witch three times already. They were different kinds of witches but I really need to spice it up </3

⋆ tagging: @marzironipizza @myuunji

[dragonselfship]

KISS RAVEN

1 : crown of the head

im not emotional over this . im not. its the first number i got when i generated and im not crying over it.

“I wish you knew how incredible I think you are.” Winter’s quiet timbre breaks the comfortable silence of their room. Raven’s lips quirk into a small smile, illuminated by the moon shining through the window.

He’d been quietly admiring her for at least five minutes, the delicate curve of her cupid’s bow and the strong arch of her nose, the way her eyelashes flutter as she reads.

“You know I do, right? Your love for me is like a neon sign above your head.” She rests her cheek on her palm, watching him with an open, affectionate gaze. She’s so beautiful. He so strongly wishes he could paint her just as she was here, relaxed in the silvery glow of the moon, looking at him as if he was the moon.

“See, just then. Your emotions are practically bleeding onto the carpet.” And then she smiles with just a flash of her teeth, genuine and so rare that Winter gives up and flops backwards, looking up at the ceiling as his face flushes.

“You’re going to kill me,” He groans, throwing his hands over his eyes. “I’m never saying anything ever again.”

She hums, her cloak rustling as she stands from her reading spot. The bed dips slowly as she sits beside him, her hand finding his hair almost by instinct. He leans into the cool touch of her skin.

“I’m not sure I could handle feeling how you feel about me,” She murmurs suddenly, sounding much more solemn then she did just moments prior. He grunts as if to say one second, shifting his body so that his head was resting in her lap. Raven head rubs were essential to any heartfelt conversation. She takes it in stride, gently pushing his hair away from his forehead. Her thumb strokes the skin of his cheek.

“I love you dearly, Winter, you know that.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” His eyes flutter open, and he meets her gaze the best he can from his upside-down position. She smiles down at him.

“I’m just pointing out that the way you feel things is so starkly different from how I do,” She smoothes the crease in between his eyebrows. “You feel things so strongly, so brightly, I think I’d drown in your love if I were to properly dip into your mind to feel it.”

His eyes grow soft with wonder like they always do when he focuses on Raven.

She notes that his entirety, his mind and soul, is soft right now. He may as well be a Winter-shaped puddle of contentedness in her lap. How deep his trust for her runs never fails to amaze her.

“Just watching your emotions from afar is incredible.” She watches his eyes through his thick lashes, how they search her face so adoringly.

“Is that a bad thing? That I feel so much?”

“Absolutely not. It’s one of the reasons I love you so much,”

This prompts a slow-forming ear to ear grin, and for the fourth time that hour Raven watches Winter’s love for her unwind and spiral from his heart outwards, thrumming in time with his pulse, filling her lungs as she breathes.

She leans down, her inky hair forming a curtain as she presses her lips gently to his forehead.

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[dragonselfship]

all of the pink asks from the colorful ask game 😎

*picks you up and shakes you like they do in cartoons as if to shake spare change out of you*

im gonna do these for jinx obviously idk what you expected

👛 - jinx and i don’t really….. do money. we have money, just not much LOL. most of it is spent on food/takeout and other stuff we need. i feel like jinx values stuff she can MAKE and give me much more than stuff she could buy me. also we just… steal. a lot. sorry mom

🎀 - IDK HOW TO DO MAKEUPPPPP the two times i’ve done my friends’ makeup its been a ridiculous hot mess. i love painting her nails though, we paint each other’s nails often

💄 - why would you ask me this. jinx is super clingy by default, so she’s definitely into kisses. she can and will get carried away, but thankfully not too often(i’d die). she likes to surprise me with little kisses on my cheek, neck, shoulder, etc. it’s really sweet, and i definitely prefer it instead of when she decides to bite me out of fucking nowhere. just in general she loves kissing me and will take every chance she gets to remind me of that

🩰 - neither of us can dance! this… doesn’t really stop her, though. we both love music and while i prefer just kinda groovin and movin (headbanging/bobbing, shitty pit moves) she wants to DANCE. and she WILL DANCE. and drag me into it, half the time. it’s hard to say no when shes so cute

💘 - she has these little like… “Aha!” moments where she MUST let me know she loves me that second (see: kiss attacks). in general her “i love you” moments may seem random but it all tracks, i prommy. me doing like, random helpful things often triggers these. i find a screwdriver she lost and shes like “i love you soooo much i have no idea what i’d do without you”

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also ur blog layout is so cool wat the hell

THANK YOU i really love it. idk how it looks on desktop but it fucking slaps on mobile

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sapphire roses.

selfshiptober day 5: flowers.

▬▬ ship: lucian x senna x seren (s/i)

▬▬ warnings: none!

▬▬ author’s note: it's been like... well over a year since i've written for both of these guys at once. that's scary. i needed to change that.

▬▬ tag list: @dragonselfship @dudefrommywesterns @minkymeatshop @wanderers-wife @fallen-for-them

▬▬ reblogs always appreciated! ♡

Perhaps one of the oldest lessons to ever cement itself into Seren’s mind is the sacrality of nature. It's a balanced creature that will give if you give, and take back what you steal tenfold. One must never cause unnecessary disturbances to the land; do not hunt more than you can eat, do not prune and pick the lush gardens which do not grow for you, do not poison or destroy the precious all-mother or her children. The First Lands are both caretaker and butcher, a welcoming home for some and a graveyard for many.

Seren has roamed these forests for centuries, and in this time, she has been nothing but reverent. She has grown cold and callused toward most living things, but the all-mother? Never. Nature is her home, her temple, the womb which she blossomed from.

She has given selflessly, only taking measured sips in return. While she did live off the land for many, many years, she also fearlessly defended that same land from the humans that infiltrated and ravaged it; there is a very good reason the citizens of Kumangra utter fearful tales about a furred, man-eating beast that stalked the coastal forests.

So, as Seren stands in those very same forests all these years later, smoothing over the soft petals of the famed sapphire roses with a calloused thumb, she wonders what difference just two flowers would make.

Slender fingers curl around the first pale, thorny stem, tugging it free from the frost-kissed bush. She then repeats the action with a second. Both flowers, cradled delicately between her palms, glitter in the moonbeams which filter through the canopy above.

“Thank you, Ighilya.” A gentle invocation spoken into the  crisp night air. If you must take, the least you can do is be polite about it.

That is where Seren’s midnight rendezvous ends. With the two flowers resting gently in her satchel, she begins her trek back to Kumangra. As she emerges from the undergrowth and joins the other late-night travelers on the path into the town, the irony of her situation becomes all the more clear to her. She once slaughtered a man—a poacher, pompous and foolish, who thought himself to be larger than life—behind the inn she currently holds a room in. She wonders in passing if the settlers here still fear her. Do they still spin tales about her? Would it be possible for anyone to recognize her? She pulls the velvety cloak (Senna’s cloak, graciously lended to her to as protection from the evening chill) closer to her body as she hurries down the path.

The innkeeper pays her little mind. He’s worn, she can tell; he cares naught for pleasantries or expositions, he simply wants his coin and to be left alone besides. Despite his nonchalance, Seren has trouble detaching herself from his energy. As a matter of fact, she’s having trouble detaching herself from anything that’s happening inside this inn tonight. She passes a dozen locked doors, each of which emits its own unique string of feelings and misplaced thoughts—a small glimpse into what rules within. 

She’s used to getting these little glimpses (it’s not like she can entirely shut them out, anyways) but usually, she can at least control how much attention she lends to each of them. Right now, she feels overwhelmed, which is odd for a night that was going so well. Perhaps she shouldn’t have worked herself up over thoughts of hunters.

Then, she feels it, warm like sunbeams and sweet like honey; two familiar presences emitting from just behind the door ahead. The feeling envelopes her like a welcoming embrace. Without hesitation, she reaches for the rusty  doorknob and twists.

Their room is a small, odd-looking snuggery that’s architecture isn’t quite Ionian but still couldn’t be called anything else. The beds are comfortable enough and the building is very quiet.

Lucian and Senna are still wide awake, just as Seren expected. They were both doing their own things before she entered (Lucian was polishing the intricate metalwork of his guns, Senna was removing her bulky jewelry and setting it neatly on the bedside table in preparation for attempting sleep) but when the door opens, their gazes snap over to her, and everything else forgotten.

“Seren,” Senna speaks first. “You’re back.”

Seren smiles in reply. “Told you I wouldn’t be gone long.”

“That sure as hell felt like a long time,” Lucian’s voice is gruff and tired. His indignant front does not phase her; she can tell that it’s a cover-up for genuine worry.

“Awe. Good to know you still care about me.” She taunts, and Lucian lets out a short huff.

Seren joins the pair of them on the bed they share, placing her satchel in her lap and resting her palms on it. Her tail curls around her body, tucked neatly against her side.

“You’ll be pleased to know that I didn’t get attacked,” Seren says. “Not by animals or humans. Didn’t get lost, either.”

She references the countless times she’s gone out for walks whilst they are staying in foreign territories. The amount of times she’s almost died in Demacian forests is confounding.

“That’s only because this is your home,” Senna responds, prompting Seren to chuckle. 

“I suppose you’re right.” It is also because she was the hunter in these woods for many years, but yes, she’ll allow them to go with that.

A brief pause, and then, Lucian speaks. “Your bag smells like roses.”

Roses, yes. It does. Seren had almost forgotten about the sapphire roses she’d stolen from the forest. She has gotten so used to their aroma that she hadn’t even noticed the way it fills the room. She must’ve turned many heads during her walk back.

“Yeah,” Senna concurs. “What is that?”

“Oh. I got you guys something.” Seren opens her satchel and reaches in, gingerly plucking the cerulean-petaled roses from their resting place. Both of her partners lean over her shoulders, watching intently, captivated by the prospect of a gift.

“One for you,” the first flower is placed gently into Senna’s outstretched hand. Deft fingers curl around its thorny stem. Emerald green eyes glisten with delight. She brings it up to her nose and inhales its ambrosial scent.

“And one for you.” The second flower is offered up to Lucian. For a brief moment, he just stares at it, quietly examining its beauty. Then, almost timidly, he reaches for the stem as well, taking it from Seren’s grasp. His other hand comes up to stroke its silken, iridescent petals.

A proud grin pulls at the corners of Seren’s mouth. They’re both pleased with their gifts, she knows it. She feels it.

“Wow. These are beautiful.” Senna says after a moment, voice raw with wonder.

Lucian continues her line of thought.  “And you just… found these growin’ out in the woods?”

Seren nods in reply. “Yeah. They’re sapphire roses. They grow wild in the forests around here. They’re heavily sought after by merchants and flower collectors due to their unique scent. People usually pick them until there’s no more left to be had. It’s a wonder that I found these.”

Seren tuts disapprovingly. Her face still rests near the flower. “That’s terrible.”

“Isn’t it?” Seren is suddenly filled with vigor; she still harbors her hatred toward those goddamn merchants and collectors, even all these years later. “I used to have to chase them out of the woods, when I was staying around here.”

Senna chuckles, giving Seren a look. “You used to chase people out of the woods?”

Yeah. And hurt them real bad, sometimes. They always deserved it. “I’m scary.” Seren shrugs.

“She’s scary.” Lucian concures. The topic is left there.

“These are beautiful, Seren.” Senna places her flower gently atop her lap. Her (now free) hand comes to rest on Seren’s arm. She wears a kind, grateful smile.  “Thank you.”

Seren feels her face getting hot. “Yeah, of course.”

Lucian doesn’t say very much. He simply leans down and presses a kiss to the crown of Seren’s head. “You’re a sweetheart, thinkin’ of us like that.”

Seren laughs shyly, casting her gaze downward. “I mean, of course. You’re– Yeah… I think about you guys a lot.”

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red flag, tattered and torn & i am hated for the ask game u created with ur own hands

MY TWO BEAR HANDS

im gonna answer these for … you guessed it…. jïnx

RED FLAG: jinx is literally a walking red flag LOOOOL. shes blows shit up for fun, has committed at least 2 war crimes, and probably wears her shoes without socks. like i said when i answered the previous ask, she scares people(half the time without even trying). even ekko, her childhood friend, lost his crush on her. she’s very attractive, but beyond that, there are very few people willing to attempt a relationship with her

TATTERED AND TORN: jinx hurts herself. a LOT. usually not on purpose. i’ve had to patch her up more than once after an experiment goes wrong, something misfires, or she otherwise finds herself in a mishap. emotionally, i’m always there to help build her back up after bad nightmares or flashbacks. (i’m thinking her and i had a dramatic heart to heart when i saw her after singed saved her, but i havent thought about it too hard)

I AM HATED: jinx isn’t really that insecure about herself, her body, etc. she’s more worried about the stuff she carries with her. she’s always seen herself as bad luck, as a jinx, as someone who hurts everything they touch. this is something she really struggles with, especially in relationships where she wants to be touchy and soft. i try to remind her as often as i can that she’s allowed to be herself around me, she’s allowed to fuck up, and that doing so doesn’t make her an irredeemable person. that i love her for her, including her past and the mistakes she makes

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1, 2, 3 and 4 for the ask gmame

i had this whole thing answered and then i left the app for two (2) second and it wiped everything 🥲

favorite gif(s):

i call this one scrimbly sippin

and this one “her strap is as massive as her need for therapy”

favorite picture(s):

you could literally take a screenshot of any moment shes on screen and it’d be a favorite

favorite quote(s):

these are some of my favorite of her in-game voice lines:

“she’s such a loser, always ready to cry! t-t-t-ta!” (what is she singing??!?! shes so cute)

“i’m wearing lots of belts! for no reason at all.”

SHE HAS A FUCKING- AWAIT. WHAT. “smile! it’s called gun play.” GUN…. thats not surprising

“who needs reasons?” (i love the way she says this one)

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“Please stay”“Please stay”“Please stay”

On bad nights, Jinx wakes up screaming.

Fighting against thin sheets that feel like arms strangling her, pulling at her skin, phantom claws from dreams she had barely escaped from. She’ll reach wildly around for the pistol she keeps at her bedside until she finds it, and she never aims it- just grips it tightly, savoring the feel of the cool metal until her eyes adjust to the dark.

Normally Winter wakes up alongside her- she ends up elbowing or kicking him awake half the time. He startles awake, his own fears surfacing before he realizes it’s just Jinx, afraid and in the dark- but never alone.

She’s whispering something unintelligible, words masked by her heavy breaths.

“I didn’t, I didn’t. . . I was-“

“Jinx.” Winter slowly adjusts himself until he’s sitting up in bed, watching the light of the moon playing on her face. “Hey, Jinx, hon, look at me.”

For a moment he thinks she didn’t hear him- there was no sign of recognition anywhere in her body language; but soon enough she turns to him, tears welling up in her owlish eyes.

“Hey,” He breathes, reaching out tentatively to her. She doesn’t move, just watches his hand carefully.

“You’re okay, alright? It’s just me. It’s just us.” He places his hand on her shoulder. He hears the metal of her pistol hit the nightstand as she puts it down.

“Just us?” Her voice is a hoarse whisper, and so small compared to her usual bravado.

“Just us.” He confirms, tracing the patterns of the clouds tattooed onto her arm. “You’re okay. I promise.”

He takes immediate solace in the way her shoulders relax, his arms open and prepared for when she inevitably slumps into him, exhaustion taking over.

He gathers her into his lap and begins rocking, a ritual unique to when either of them needed comfort.

“Please stay,” She whispers, and he’s not sure if she’s talking to him, or a memory replaying behind her eyelids. “Please stay.”

“I’m right here,” He replies anyways, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m not leaving.”

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For the ask game: Khotun with prompt 19! :)

thank you so much!! 19 is on top of a scar, which i am really really excited to write for :D

“Damn. How’d you get this?” Lane asks, hands smoothing over scabrous skin, tracing the edge of a large, jagged scar that staggers across the Khan’s chest. The fibrous tissue feels uniquely textured underneath her fingertips. The slash was deep enough to cause a distinct indent in the flesh where hair no longer grows and the skin is discolored.

She’s straddling his lap, hands roaming his body as he lays beneath her, half-dozing with his head nestled against the down pillows. He takes her presence as an opportunity to relax, putting great trust in her during the nights where he lets his guard down.

Upon hearing her speak, his eyes blink open. He looks up at her, then down at his chest, where she’s still tracing his ugliest scar—he makes a small oh sound before looking away.

“A duel,” he answers vaguely. “It was many years ago. I was younger, more foolish.” Lane’s gaze flicks up toward his face. She examines his features, from the knit of his brow to the curve of his mouth, to the healing scar that sits on his left cheekbone. “My armor had been forged by a very incompetent blacksmith. It was faulty. So, I sustained a wound.”

She raises her eyebrows at him. That sounds like a very long story, she thinks. One he doesn’t seem too keen on telling.

“Hm. Interesting.” She continues to inspect the scar, fingers dancing over it carefully, feeling each jagged edge. He hums gently underneath her ministrations. His eyes, tired and glassy and half-lidded, are cast sidelong toward the open window. Lane’s gaze remains fixed on the scar as her mind wanders—she thinks about him, about how uncharacteristically vague, as well as how grievous the initial wound must’ve been.

Against her better judgment, she decides to drag out the conversation. “But I bet you still won the duel, right?”

“Yes,” he replies, confident but annoyed. He refuses to look at her still, dark eyes cast downward and away; she hums with displeasure, opting to keep her eyes down as well.

Don’t say anything else, she tells herself. Change the subject, or shut your mouth. You’ve said enough.

“Then why don’t you tell me about it?” She blurts out, splaying both hands out across his chest, bracing herself against his body as she tries to catch his gaze once more. “I’m sure it’s a riveting story.”

She’s never been good at taking her own advice.

“Lane,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. She feels him tense under her. He shifts uncomfortably, muscles growing taught, hands rising up to push against Lane’s body, threatening to throw her off him. She sucks in a nervous breath.

The Khan is finicky when he’s vulnerable. Too many of their moments have ended prematurely when he grows overwhelmed by her teasing and her affections. She likens him to a cat; they are half-wild creatures love you and love you and love you, until they don’t.

“Okay, okay. I apologize.” She says quickly, raising her hands in a surrender. It isn’t wise to push him if he doesn’t want to waste this.

A grumble resounds from deep in his chest. His body relaxes back into the bed, his hands sliding back down to her hips, her legs. She carefully brings his hands back down onto his chest. Her fingertips ghost over the scar, tracing the fibrous indent to each of its ends. She leans down and presses her lips against the scar, leaving three gentle kisses, one after the other in a neat row. A silent apology.

She hears and feels him breath out shakily, his chest falling so rapidly that she ends up chasing it with her lips, leaving one final peck atop the old wound before sitting back up.

His full cheeks are flushed a reddish pink when she looks at him, his expression bearing an uncharacteristic gentleness. When she manages to catch those dark, tired eyes, she smiles lovingly at him. He doesn’t return the gesture, simply looking away when she does, but Lanes knows that one thing is true: if he’s still here, laying calmly and quietly beneath her, that means he appreciates it.