#STAR STRUCK AF

[thatrandomalix]

Saw Aurelio Voltaire

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[batcavescolony]

S4 E7 Supernatural

I love Halloween episodes, especially in supernatural tv shows. We find out that Dean is being tested by God and his Angel's for something. We gets to see Castiel again and Uriel who had them believe they were there to smite the town but they were actually their to take Dean's orders, are they gonna have Dean lead heavens army like Sam is to lead Hells? The boys wouldn't like that. We also find out that Castiel is a bad angel, he has questions about things he thinks humans are works of art. They'll be interesting.

[faithwounded]

"i think that must be a shame you haven't drawn in a while." her posture relaxes, one leg crossing in front of the other, head tilted slightly as she listens. palm raises to rub an eye. it must be the shift in light, she assumes, causing her to blink heavily, eyes tired. her father always told her drawing in the dark would ruin eyesight. she'd always figured her vision was good enough she could stand to lose a few points. "why haven't you?"

eyes widen, and jaw drops as her mind paints the picture he describes. 3 rooms of art...a castle...a bathroom for 3 people. sheepish glance tossed over her shoulder toward their meager cabin, and immediately she's grateful he doesn't know where she lives, that he didn't stumble across her home.

in the next breath, her lips twitch with guilt, face smoothing back to wide-eyed interest. her dad had built their home by hand as a gift for her mother, made to make her comfortable, keep her as close to the woods she loved as possible. "you sound like a king, the way you talk. i feel like i should be curtsying." she chuckles and fidgets again, entire face shining with the opportunity. "place of honour's a bit much, but i'd love to draw you properly. and wislawa's place is used to me taking up seats to sketch. the paintings on her wall, the flowers and creatures, i did those. i have to help dad in the morning, but around 11?"

despite her criticism, she'd done a pretty good job. niall tilts his head as he studies the canvas further. if she had the live subject she could likely fix any mistakes. drawing people from memory is hard enough that he knows there are thousands of classes based on building a mental compendium. she sees him, he realizes belatedly. he'd known subconsciously, but seeing it on paper was different. how the planes and shape of bone under skin are just slightly off-what's under his glamour of human facade. for a brief terrifying moment he can't remember the last time he looked in a mirror. maybe willow had captured him perfectly and he just didn't recognize himself.

"i do as well." just not technically of people. somewhere, probably lost to time, are dozens of pages of bodies entwined with twisting trees, butterfly wings on thin sculpted shoulders draped in golden silk, massive wolves with too many teeth and not enough fur. "sort of. i haven't drawn in a while, now that i think about it. i should change that."

her description makes him laugh, the small kind with quick huffing inhales and brief shoulder movements. once he knows they'd lived in something just like that. "no furs. wool and fleece is good enough. i do have. . .two or three rooms dedicated to art alone, but no portraits. too vain even for us. though someone may still own a castle somewhere, but i doubt it's been updated in years. i love stonework as much as the next person, i love modern amenities even more. you would not believe the square footage needed to build a bathroom for three people." he shakes his head. "nonsense. i would love to see your work in a proper place of honor. if you'd like to finish it with better lighting, there's a lovely coffee shop not too far from here that opens in the morning."

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Okay okay what if... GhostxBaker!reader?

Johnny's mum has been raving to him about the new bakery that just opened up and Simon visits with him during the holidays! They go to the shop and Ghost is almost star struck by reader's beaming, bright smile! Even worse she says active military gets free boxes of baked goods and lord Simon can FEEL his sweet tooth going into overdrive! It doesn't help that she makes the absolute best cuppa he's ever had!

The bourbon brown sugar cookies are his favorite and he ends visiting with Johnny a lot more to see reader and after being pushed by Johnny's mom (and the guys!) he asks her out and receives care packages of baked goods and candies and it makes the other soldiers on base jealous af because it all smells so good and Simon definitely does NOT share!

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hi, could you write headcanons about 141 + könig with a femreader who has a lichtenberg scar? 🫶🏻

That’s metal af I love it! For those who are unfamiliar this is what they look like (from what I could read online, they go away after 24-48 hours but tend to leave some tenderness behind so for the sake of the prompt, we’ll ignore that!❤️)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Goddess? Goddess. He’s got some crazy scars but they pale in comparison to the pattern on your back

Sweet lord the first time he saw it, he was in shock, mind racing a million miles a minute, his first thought being that someone did this to you and he was ready to turn the world into ashes just to find them

As soon as you explain to him that it was in fact lightning that created the scars, for the first time in his life his jaw goes slack and he is at a loss for words

His fingers run over the patterns with a feather light gentleness that no one (but you) could ever attribute to him, his cold fingers soothe the warm skin and you can’t help but close your eyes and enjoy the sensation

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He already thinks you’re otherworldly, but after seeing your scars, you’re downright ethereal

At first he thought the fern-like patterns on your arm were a tattoo, it wasn’t until he ran his fingers over it that he realized it was a scar

Like Ghost, his knee jerk reaction is to jump to the conclusion that someone hurt you and he feels awful for thinking it was a tattoo, but when you explain that it was from a lightning strike, he doesn’t believe you

“Bonnie, do you know how astronomically unlucky you have to be to get struck by lightning?” (Just show him the pictures you first took after it happened and the discharges from the ER and he’ll shut up)

His favorite thing to do is run his fingers over the patterns, especially when you’re lounging together, whether it’s on the couch or in bed, he is mesmerized

John Price:

He’s heard of them but he’s never seen them in person, at least until he met you and he saw the pattern peeking out from under your shirt

Since he’s heard of them, he’s not as surprised that it’s from lightning, he’s more shocked that it happened to you of all people

He understands that it can get sore so he’ll offer to help rub a soothing cream into the raised skin on your chest

He warms his hands before applying the lotion and he gently glides his fingers up and down the weaving patterns, his palm soothing the aching skin, his eyes unable to leave the intricate patterns on your chest, he’s in awe of you

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

Holy shit, love, he thinks you’re positively glowing, a literal goddess among men, you are an anomaly, a one in a million chance personified

Body worship? Body worship.

He is watching you as you explain it with stars in his eyes, his fingers are tracing the patterns on your leg, he is hypnotized

He’s kissing every inch, and massaging the areas his lips can’t reach, and when your scars to ache he’s right there, ready to soothe the skin with some lotion and light touches

König:

He’s heard of them but he’s never seen them in person, honestly he wrote them off as being something that happens in movies, if that

Even when he sees the pattern on your arm, he thinks it’s a tattoo and very confidently compliments it

However, when you gently tell him it’s actually a scar you got from a lightning strike, he’s back peddling like his life depends on it

Please stop him before he talks himself to death, he will not take a single breath in between his apologies what was supposed to be an innocent compliment has definitely become a core memory poor guy

His heart is pounding when you take his massive hand in your smaller one and have him run his finger over the raised skin, he’s holding his breath, he’s in complete awe of you, liebling

[uchihaharlot]

Hi!! Just discovered your blog and love your writing — I’d love to see more Sasuke content!! he’s my absolute favorite 🫣🫠 personal headcanon but I feel like he’s the type that would fall for a friend, or friend of a friend, and not even realize it until he’s getting mad she’s not coming onto him like everyone else does, and then he thinks about that and he’s like oh wait…

and then he’d like make it his mission in life to get her to beg for him in evvvvery way 😏 if you are taking requests, I am horny af for him and would love to see your take on Sasuke finally *ahem* winning her over and giving her more than she knows what to do with, taking everything he wants from her…

but also mainly just any nsfw Sasuke content from you would make me sooo happy 🥵💕

Hello my lovely ☺️ welcome to my little slutty corner of the world and I’m glad you’re here. When I saw your request(s) I got so damn giddy. Sasuke was my original Uchiha bae. Called him, Sasbae 😂😂 I still love him, but more like an ex boyfriend now.

Lmao Sasuke inadvertently falling for a friend of a friend that he saw for all of ten minutes once is just too funny for me. And all too real for him. (SO LINKS WONT LET ME ADD THIS TO MY MASTERLIST??)

NSFW; Sasuke getting blown like the wind by a girl he couldn’t even wrap his head around; so she wraps her lips around his head

Like he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself. I think out of all the Uchiha, Sasuke is the easiest to fall the hardest. Maybe Shisui second, but he’s somewhat more precautionary with his heart. Sasuke just gets struck with Cupids arrow and his soul is on fire 🔥 his heart burns and his blood boils with the intensity of a thousand stars. He just goes from chill to one hundred too fast. And gets livid about it, Shisui consistently badgers him too which makes the situation even worse.

Of course this girl knows what’s coming; she’s not stupid. No woman is stupid when it comes to garnering the attention of an Uchiha…if you do manage to catch their eye(s); consider yourself lucky. And she’s going to milk it for every ounce it’s worth. Sasuke is also the baby Uchiha, so even as an adult now, he needs and wants a lot of attention. Many years of being doted on by his older brother has spoiled him a bit. And he won’t admit it, ever. It’s like fighting tooth and nail with the neighbor over whose side a single damn weed is growing on. He wants her affections first and without having to make a move, but he’s not lazy or unmotivated. He’s just rather expectant and catered too.

And dear Sasuke; he’s not a romantic man. lol. He’s the tough love kinda of guy, he actually likes to be the one who gets chased, but this girl doesn’t want to go that route, she wants to be hunted like prey. So when she doesn’t fall for his reverse psychology tactic (he tried to leave her hanging one day—just out of the blue and he was so awkward about it, which she found endearing). He gets even more mad! She knows the game all too well and he loathes her for it.

This goes on for several weeks. That push and pull between to stubborn individuals who want nothing more than to feel one another beneath the other, but also are scared of the consequences of getting hurt. It’s a slippery slope. And eventually Sasuke caves, falls right into her lap, I honestly don’t see him making the first move, but he is going to pester her about how she feels about him.

They will spend an afternoon sparring and mildly arguing about this. It’s so damn funny, arguing over who should make the first move. Who does that? Apparently Sasuke. And you know what, she just does it. Does it knowing full well he wasn’t expecting her to.

Pins him to the ground and kisses his lips soft, but deep. Holding his face tenderly as she brushes the hair from his eyes. His cheeks are glazed with pink; and if she hadn’t known any better…there was a shift in his breathing. Which causes her to slip her tongue over his bottom lip.

Yes, this is exactly what Sasuke envisioned. Just all the permission needed to rub his thumb over her clothed heat and make her gasp in his mouth. Each subsequent sound he swallows whole as his courage, and cock, grow beyond magnifying proportions. He doesn’t think or recall a time in his life where he’s ever been this hard.

Quickly, he’s exposed: her lithe fingers mapping and touching every crevice of his aching cock. He groans, even just mere touching he wants to cum. The moment her mouth hits his sensitive flesh; he’s a mess. Gripping her hair and squeezing his legs around her. It doesn’t take long for the familiar feeling of orgasm to barrel from balls to shaft, and he’s not ready. But he can’t stop it.

He’s probably never busted a load this fast or fat, how many minutes was that? Three? Five? He’s almost embarrassed that he’s cumming this fast in her mouth, but how could he not? The way her lips look plump with her wrapped around him. How easily she sucks him into the back of her throat, undulating her mouth and tongue over his shaft. Yea, he’s in heaven and when she hums. That’s when a torrent of his seed pulses down her gullet. Hot and sticky.

From there his cheeks are red; and he gets standoff-ish. Totally, very much Sasuke. Though he’s not a complete ass wipe, once his hearts out of his throat, the favor is more than ten fold reciprocated and by the gods. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is more arousing and ethereal than catching his lazy gaze as he swipes up her slit. Nose, mouth and chin dribbled with her slick, his grip on her waist holding her in place. Sasuke’s been considering this for months, months.

Making her girl brain into mashed potatoes is easy street, 1 2 3. All that cocky and arrogant banter between them was really just covert foreplay, and telling Sasuke how cute it was that he came fast was stupid. Really stupid, since all he has to do is suck on her clit, undoing her with solely his mouth. Nursing off her orgasm until she’s a jittery mess, incapable of sitting up afterwards. Can only stare at the sky, blinking and thinking how to fucking rack her brain around this.

It’s awkward, but just for a brief minute. Hormones aside, he’s lot entirely a touchy feely guy, but doesn’t protest when she wants to sit close to him afterwards under a tree. His dormant emotions take time to develop, to process all this outwardly. Inwardly he’s conveying them perfectly, but how he expresses them is something else.

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Little Wyll/Karlach/Astarion things

Astarion introducing people all, "This is my girlfriend, Karlach. This is her boyfriend, Wyll." gives him a little narrow eyed look, but Wyll is just like...buddy, my star, you were literally sleeping on my chest last night wtf are you on today.

UGH AND THEN the sun, moon, and stars embroidery. IMAGINE OK. Imagine that being for these three. Karlach and Wyll are the light of his day, and he is their light in the darkness of night. He makes a matching one for Wyll while the three are in Avernus together, but time feels less pressing as it did before. It feels like they suddenly have ALL the time in the world, despite Wyll and Karlach still being mortals. The end to their finite time is just not suddenly there on the horizon, waiting to cruelly separate them when they've had so little time together.

Karlach giving Ulder a piece of her mind and having Astarion drag her off bc he can tell Wyll does NOT want this confrontation happening. She's overheated, he can't even touch her bare skin without getting singed, and Wyll just is like. so struck by the fact that she cares so much about him that she refuses to let Ulder act like he didn't abandon his son. It wouldn't be anything bad, but it would be scathing, and end with how happy she is that Ulder and Wyll have been reunited bc Wyll's a REALLY great guy and if you abandon him like that again you'll be talking to me (and she pauses when she feels Astarion poke her to give her a look, and she can just read it) AND fangs

Astarion just crosses his arms and tries to look menacing...which, to his credit, the red eyes and teeth are creepy af, but mostly he just looks bitchy and like he might eat Ulder.

wyll practicing his dancing and inviting them both one night to dance around the campfire. Astarion sits off to the side, content to watch them. Karlach likes to dance, but not in the way Wyll does, so it's awkward at first, then after a few times where her big feet stomp on his toes, he decides to follow her lead instead. He's never danced like that before, but enjoyed every second of it. Before the evening ends, Astarion allows him one single dance just so he can show Karlach what he had been practicing. None of them talk about Astarion dancing with Wyll again. It's a treasured memory, but the two know that's a barred teasing topic (they bust his balls a lot and he just. begrudgingly accepts it, but some topics they KNOW to avoid)

wyll feeling suffocated by mizora one night and just. he's calm as hell, but Astarion notices him sulking first (I hc our resident vamp as the most perceptive at the camp bc of all i think he was doing for Caz). He tries to talk to wyll, but astarion isn't good at not bristling and it's one of those times where wyll just. he's being scathing. he's meeting astarion at astarion's petty level, and astarion is downright impressed.

he's like ????? like he's not even mad. he's just all "who knew the famed blade of frontiers had this nasty side" and he's smirking and it isn't a sexual comment at all but it accidentally does. and him being impressed rather than bristling is what leads to Astarion being the one to be like "ok now that we've had our dick measuring contest, just tell me wtf is going on"

Every time Mizora shows up, Astarion starts running his mouth like an attack chihuahua. Insults, barks, bared teeth, he does NOT like her. Karlach joins him, they play off each other a lot, actually. Like Karlach IS the attack dog, which makes Astarion feel a little more ballsy when he's mouthing off bc he knows any fight he cause WILL be ended with his beautiful gf knocking their ass out.

Wyll spends that night just. completely distraught. he can't even be with karlach and astarion, he asks for time alone to deal with his thoughts, and they respect it. Astarion keeps an eye from a distance, but he and Karlach allow him the space until he's ready for them, then they both move in to comfort him.

Karlach is great at hugs. She holds him and it's so comforting that Wyll finds himself believing it when Astarion is PROMISING that they'll figure it out. Astarion isn't soft in this moment, he certainly isn't kind while comforting Wyll, but he's genuine. Wyll knows Astarion means it when he promises that him and Karlach will be at Wyll's side to help him fight his battles, because like it or not, his battles are theirs to fight as well.

They'd go after Cazador first after Astarion is nearly (or successfully is) kidnapped. Karlach is PISSED, she's raging, ready to burn down the entire palace just to smoke Caz out. Wyll, equally angry, but actually comes up with a really, really good idea. Like he sits everyone down, goes through the battle plan, and Astarion is just so silent the entire time bc he cannot believe these two would rally so hard around him.

This is the point where every time someone is the least bit mean to Wyll, it is ON SIGHT for Astarion. Before, he'd butt in if someone crossed a line he felt shouldn't be crossed, or if it was Ulder or Mizora, but now it's ANYONE. Only he gets to insult his beloved Wyllyam.

Karlach on the docks, saying her goodbyes, holding her heart, her eyes welling with tears as she sees Wyll and Astarion look at her with just. the amount of grief in their eyes. She can't take it. it's the first chip in her resolve that allows them to swoop in and convince her to keep going.

Wyll moves first. Tells her she doesn't have to be alone, she'll have him AND astarion to watch her back. this isn't a convo any of them have had. astarion and wyll both know she'd rather die than go to avernus, but wyll KNOWS Astarion would go there in a heartbeat, and vise versa. they just know each other very very well at this point

So, Wyll is talking to her, Astarion is hiding under his cloak AND Wyll's bc the sun is threatening to burn him alive, but he can't leave Karlach alone. His own skin is cracking with the threat of turning to ash. Wyll holds onto Karlachs' hands, stares into her scared eyes, and she can SEE that he means the promise he makes to her. He will NOT let her be alone in Avernus, if she chooses to return.

Astarion, despite trying to hide from his own imminent death, gives his points. they're quick, not as nicely said as when he has a one on one with her bc he's also trying not to die, but he's more worried about her than he is himself.

Karlach, assured that the two men who vowed to love her to her dying breath, agrees to go to Avernus with them. They have one hell of a bloody time together. It's one of the best chapters in their life stories, after they get Karlach's heart fixed and they're all able to leave Avernus.

All three of them finally free of the bonds of servitude, they're able to explore the world. They're free to go where they wish, free to love who they wish, and free to finally choose their own paths and futures, though their choices will always involve being together.

[duckymcdoorknob]

GONNA PUT THESE IN BEFORE I GO TO THE DENTIST

There has been numerous occasions that Alhaitham literally (bluntly) teases Kaveh with the feather he usually has in his hair.

SENSITIVE👏AF👏HIPS👏

Man is SCREECHING over a small squeeze, and it's oh so close to a seagulls cry too lmfao

THIS IS ALL I CAN DO FOR NOW, ILY MUAH MUAH 💖

I’m totally fucking writing a fic off of this brb-

Bear with me, I’ve only met the roomies through their voice lines and the new event

Tickles below the cut in this household

“You’re lucky that I’m too young and pretty to go to prison.” The architect growled as he turned his back to his roommate for the nth time.

For some reason, that Kaveh could not seem to wrap his mind around, Al Haitham had been testing his last nerve all day.

“And yet you’re still older than me.” The scribe deadpanned, plucking the inky paintbrush out of the blonde’s hand.

“Hah! You didn’t deny that I was- wha- hey! Give that back” Kaveh whined, standing up and knocking his chair over.

Al Haitham held the utensil above his head, his expression not changing. “How precious… poor thing can’t keep his mind in order.”

“Will you just- Ugh!” Kaveh jumped and retrieved his paintbrush, glaring at the scribe. He scoffed and sat back down, unrolling the blueprint he was priorly working on.

Al Haitham waited for the architect to return to his work, then carefully removed the feather from the blonde head of hair in front of him.

Unbeknownst to Kaveh, his annoying roommate had gotten hold of something that was going to quickly ruin his plans. All seemed fine, and his focus was back in order, until he felt a foreign feeling brush along his left ear.

A squeak left his mouth as he recoiled and whipped his head around. “AL HAITHAM!” He roared, standing up from his chair once more. “Give me my feather back!”

As he had done earlier, the gray-haired male held the feather above his head, this time sporting a smug grin.

“Do you want my attention or something? You’ve got it right here!” The architect replied, using his roommate’s shoulder for balance and scaling him like a mountain.

The gray-haired male exhaled in amusement as he easily wrapped an arm around the older’s waist, and pulled him close to his face. “You’re so in love with me, it’s painful.”

“Y-You-!” Kaveh stuttered as his face flushed red. “J-Just give me my damn- hYAH!”

Both stopped dead in their tracks, the blonde’s face growing even an deeper shade of cherry red.

“Kaveh are you-” The scribe retracted his hand from his roommate’s waist immediately

“S-Shut up, just-“

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just messing around with you.”

Kaveh had never seen his roommate look so guilty in his life. He instantly went on the offense to help Al Haitham feel better. “No, no, I swear you didn’t hurt me. I’m sorry to make you worry. I’m just a bit sensitive around the area near my waist.”

A glint of malice shone like a star in the gray-haired male’s eyes. “Sensitive? What do you mean, Kaveh?”

Al Haitham was closing in fast, and Kaveh felt his embarrassment returning. “N-Nothing. Forget I had said anyt-hihihing. Wahahahait! Ahahahal Hahahaithahaham!” The architect whined.

“Aren’t you just so precious?” Al Haitham teased as his hands squeezed at the blonde’s sides in a calculated tempo.

“Dohohohont tehehease mehehehe!” The architect cried as he pushed against his roommate’s face.

Naturally, Al Haitham is built like a brick shithouse, so Kaveh didn’t do anything besides give the gray-haired male the upper hand. The scribe wasted no time grabbing both of the blonde’s wrists and holding them in one hand.

“Yohohohourehehe suhuhuhuch ahaha bahahastahahard! NGH-“ Kaveh squeezed his eyes shut as his nose scrunched; Al Haitham had just struck gold. “WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT!”

“Wait for what? An invitation?” Al Haitham quipped in his usual monotone, drilling his right thumb into the architect’s left hip. “Seems like I found a sensitive spot, eh, roomie?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Kaveh twisted in vain as he pushed his body against his “assailant”

“Please what?”

“BEHEHE CAHAHAREHEFUHUHUL!”

“Oh? Be careful? You aren’t begging me to stop? How cute…”

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASIHIHING MEHEHE!”

“But why? Would you rather me focus on tickling you better instead?” With this comment, the gray-haired male released his roommate’s wrists and used both hands to knead circles into Kaveh’s hips.

The blonde squealed incoherently.

The scribe couldn’t help the slight smile that toyed at the edges of his lips. Kaveh was, in all reality, quite lovely when he was letting go and giggling freely.

Truth be told, Al Haitham could listen to the melodious sound all night, but he didn’t want to ruin the fun and turn the sweet action into something torturous. So, as soon as Kaveh started to reach his limit…

“OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEHE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIM AHAHALL DOHOHONEHE! STAHAHAP!”

The second he heard “stop”, Al Haitham did so. Upon first look at his roommate’s goofy grin and flushed face, the gray-haired male’s stoic facade dropped for a moment. Replacing the ever-present scowl was a pleasant smile of amusement.

“Well,” Kaveh blustered. “I’m glad someone had fun, because I-“

“Don’t you lie to me. You only asked me to stop one time.” Al Haitham shot his roommate a wink, and I return received the gift of the most adorable a look of pure embarrassment.

With a whine, the blonde flopped down onto the couch in their living room. “You suck.”

The scribe exhaled fondly and knelt next to the couch. “Oh don’t be such a baby, it’s okay to enjoy things that make you laugh.” He rested his hand on the architect’s back. “I for one think that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Kaveh went still as he slowly turned his head to look at his roommate. “Y-You don’t think it’s-“

“Not in the least.” Al Haitham didn’t even give the blonde a chance to finish his hidden self-deprecating sentence. “If it makes you laugh, and makes you forget your troubles, then I’ll be happy to oblige in your request any time you need a pick-me-up.”

Kaveh huffed as he hid his head in the couch once more. “Can you do it again?”

Al Haitham smiled as he brought his hands back in position over the architect’s sides.

‘Cute’ he thought. The silence of his mind was interrupted by the precious giggles of the man he most definitely, absolutely, positively, no-way no how, did NOT have a crush on.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hi again, sorry hahaha, but I suddenly got this idea.

May I request for a Larissa Weems x Dance Professor/Instructor Reader. Larissa needed Reader for something so she went to Reader's studio in the school. There she found Reader dancing. I like to think Reader's somewhat of a hiphop type of dancer so baggy clothes, sweatpants, and big sensual movements at times. Larissa just watched for a while then when Reader was close to finishing their dance they took off their top due to being into the music, leaving them with a sports bra or something. Basically just Larissa thirsting over Reader habshsha thank u vv much im sorry if its a bit confusing.

I hope you're well!! <33

-🦝

Rhythm is a dancer| fluff

*Authors note~ I absolutely adore this idea and I love dance but I cannot do it due to my condition so this gave me that feeling back. Music is truly magical*

Trigger warnings~ Larissa being thirsty af for r

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Teaching at Nevermore was nothing short of a dream. The students adored you and you loved the state of the art dance study that you spent most of your time in. Dance was your passion and way of expression, so it was only natural that you'd have a favourite style. Despite how feminine you liked to present outside of the studio, when working or dancing you opted for joggers, Nike trainers, sports bra and a over sized jacket that often sat over an oversized shirt.

Recently, you'd been frustrated with your blossoming feelings for your boss, so that meant you  spent more time in the studio choreographing routines, working out, preparing class routines. One of your favourite things about the studio was your floor length mirrors that gave you a better look at your movements from different angles. They were there but easily tuned out when you got caught up in the music.

Larissa was curious when she heard music coming from the dance studio. It was rather late for you to still be working, and the music in question wasn't suitable for what you were teaching at the moment. She knew you were teaching lyrical and contemporary pieces, hip hop and partner dances where for later on in the school year, after you'd gotten a sense of the student's abilities. So it was very unusual for her to hear Reggae music coming from the studio, a song with rather interesting lyrics. She quickly made her way to the studio to peak round the doorway, catching a glimpse of you in the mirrors. Truly, she began to thank herself for adding those to the studio.

You were stunning, the way you moved with the music, as if you and the music where one. It was clear the style was hip hop due to the bigger movements, style of dress and even the slightly sensual movements. The dancing causing you to get warm but knowing the routine was no where near finished you removed your jacket and shirt as if it was always planned to happen, as if it was the next step in the routine. It was flawless.

Larissa would be lying if she said she wasn't absolutely star struck by your movements. The way you rolled your hips ad the way you had this most adorable blissed out look on your face. Your breathing fast as you continued to walk through the routine. Truly, Larissa would be lying if she tried to protest her feelings and thoughts were pure. You were there, rolling your hips, joggers slipping down your hips ever so slightly exposing the band of your underwear and your sports bra providing skin for Larissa to ogle.

Beads of sweat little your body and Larissa had to fight the urge to come and kiss them away. A taste that was unexplainably you. She watched as the music died out, and your movements slowed to stopping. Your breathing racing along as you sucked in greedy gasps of air before bringing your hand up to wipe your forehead. You made your way to your water bottle taking some greedy swigs. Larissa took that as her cue to leave before you spotted her watching you, well drooling over you. The last thing she wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable by your boss thirsting after you.

Larissa's took herself back off to her chambers, retiring for the night. A quick shower and she was in her bed, mind still replaying that dance over and over again. The ache between her thighs growing every time she replayed the memory. With a sigh in frustration she reached over to her bedside draw to grab something that would help. Only then did she relieve her ache that you'd unknowingly caused as she imagined you working diligently between her thighs. Maybe one day it would be more than a thought, but for now she had the memory of your dance, the way your muscles rippled in the movement, how you'd look so sinfully delicious in casual clothes. That was enough for now.

Word count ~ 842

[vixien11]

Emily is a Badass Writer (Part 2)

Enjoy, my friends :3 (After a brief break for the hazbin gang to calm down, everyone decides to continue reading Emily's book, Weeping Horizons. Emily started off reading after collecting her thoughts on her own creation) Emily: (Through happy nerd tears) They all embraced. The heat death of the universe could not compare to the warmth between the lovers... (Loud sniffle) Pheonix only wished she had wings like her partners so she could reciprocate their loving hug.. (Gasp) Oh my... Angel: (Ugly tears) AHHHAHAH!! I TOLD YOU ORCHID DESERVED THEIR LOVE!! Cherri: (Also ugly crying while hugging Angel) You were right, ya cunt! I'm sorry for ever FUCKIN' doubtin' you, Angi!! (Snort) Husk: (Dumbfounded expression) I just.. Emily! How!? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU WRITE SUCH A MASTERPIECE!? Emily: (Noisy af tears) I DON'T KNOOWWW!! Niffty: (Not effected by the sadness)(Whispering) I hope there's more blood in the next chapter... Alastor: Even I admit, this story has been quite the experience thus far. You should be proud of yourself, my dear! (Pats Emily's shoulder approvingly) Charlie:(Holding Vaggie and crying.) I..I.. BAAAAAhhgg.. (Hiccup) Vaggie: (Had just finished crying) Shhh.. It's okay.. (Patting Charlie's head.) Angel: I need a drink.. Can we take a break?! Emily: One more chapter! Pleaaaase? (Puppy eyes) Angel: (Older brother guilt) Fine.. Emily: Yaaaay! Thank you! (Hugs Angel and then goes back to reading) 20 chapters later it was Husk's turn to read... Husk: And then, like the stars aligned, they struck down their enemies, the light reflecting off their fiery eyes. The storm of their anger had no eye, and remained dark and cold for their enemies... Holy shit. (Trying to process what he just read) Hazbins: (Speechless) Niffty: Yaaay! There was more blood! (Bouncing up and down)

sorry this was shorter y'all. Hope you like it though!

[sitp-recs]

🗓️ Weekly rereads

Hello again, nobody asked but here I come with my recent rereads! Between work, planning a short trip and my recent obsession with sports anime (I lost count of how many I’ve binged just recently!) last week was busy af and I went for some comfort food to cleanse the palate and soothe the mind. I’m especially fond of those sexy rare pairs treats and I had a blast revisiting my fave oflights fic combining power couple Seer Draco & wolf Harry plus perfect wintery cottagecore aesthetics. As usual, don’t be shy and come add your recs! See you next week xo

Surface Texture by @the-starryknight (E, 5k) - Harry/Teddy

I've drawn a hundred portraits, but none quite like Harry's. In the early hours of the morning, I lay him bare in charcoal and paper.

A Bigger Splash by @wolfpants (E, 7k) - Draco/Albus

It's his dad's 45th birthday in rural Sicily, and all Albus wants is to be seen by Draco Malfoy.

Hell Tastes Like Honey by alpha_exodus (E, 16k) - Drarry

Malfoy is a vampire. Entirely unrelatedly, Harry wants to fuck him.

Highly (in)Compatible by daisymondays (T, 36k) - Drarry

Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?

all the western stars by @oflights (E, 78k) - Drarry

Draco is a Seer who has been struck with terrible, uncontrollable visions of the deaths of everyone around him, triggered by touch. He retreats to an Unplottable Black family cottage to research his condition and fix it. Things are going relatively well until Harry Potter shows up at the cottage with a furry condition of his own.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Thursday, 11-14-24, 2pm Pacific

'Afternoon, folks, Mr. Baggins here, back with your Afternoon Stack of Classic Wax! I thought today might be a good day to head back to that magical year of 1964 and have a little bit of the stuff these guys are singin' about. Here are The Beach Boys with the original mono 45 of "Fun, Fun, Fun".

That same year, the Brits invaded with a host af other bands besides The Beatles. Here is the Dave Clark Five with their first big hit, "Glad All Over".

Another import from Britain, Gerry and the Pacemakers gave us this one as their first big hit, "How Do You Do It."

America struck back at the British Invasion with all the mighty power of Motown, with the first big hit by the Supremes. From 1964, the original mono 45 of "Where Did Our Love Go?"

This next one would resurface a decade later in a Bill Murray movie, but we heard it first in '64 from Manfred Mann:

Chad and Jeremy were among the last of the big "folk music" stars. Here is their first big hit, "A Summer Song".

Jay and The Americans gave us this little gem, which was on the radio daily when I was five. Here's "Come A Little Bit Closer"

Ray Davies and the Kinks weren't havin' ANY of that romantic stuff...it was about carnal rock and roll. Here's their first big hit, "You Really Got Me".

The Zombies burst onto the scene with this next one. They were touted as "The Thinking Man's Band", as they were all intellectuals who played chess on break. Here's "She's Not There".

And we're gonna wind this Afternoon Stack of Classic Wax up with one of my favorite Beatle tunes from '64, "I Feel Fine".

This is Mr. Baggins signing off for now, I hope this little dip into the past has left you with a smile. I'll be back with you at 7pm Pacific for another set of music to soothe your achin' nerves and ease us all into a good night.

Until then, be kind, babies, be kind.

Baggins out.

[burntcopper]

Every once and a while I trip, fall, and accidentally reread all of National Service because why not and inevitably become obsessed with it and Narnia again. This time I was wondering, does Bacchus/Stefan ever get introduced to the Pevensie parents? I'm happy they're chill with Edmund being gay but I can't imagine how they'd react to him bringing his boyfriend/consort/soulmate home for supper

(not been on tumblr in a while so only just saw this)

I've written a snippet where he drops by for sunday lunch in Finchley and he absolutely freaks them out. They're being very stilted and polite (it's not so much chill as 'our child has someone and we must get used to this and be happy for him and we're trying even though it's completely outside of our polite social circles') They're on tenterhooks because Edmund is suddenly incredibly relaxed and teasing someone and rolling his eyes in a way he only does with his siblings now. And it's this person who puts them completely on edge due to his presence (think star struck - Bacchus is intense af and Edmund is one of the few people this doesn't affect) . Plus of course he's being very amused by them trying to be polite and accepting.

Basically it's awkward af on their end, Edmund takes Bacchus aside to tell him off at least twice for teasing them, and they got to see Edmund and Bacchus snogging on the stairs and went 'so, um, definitely love each other no we are not talking about this.'

[corcnaiism]

───※ ·❆· ※─── shipping sheet received from @lunaetis 🚢 For Eden and Sunday.

do i ship our characters together?: yes ( feels like a shakespearean play but that's just my hc ehe ) | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes ( 👉👈 ) | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes ( a random thought just popped into my head about like what if in a past life, they were a thing or something without the current state of affairs like they were both normalish until tragedy struck and eden forget everything and sunday had to forget about her bc she just kinda disappear for a long while and he didn't want to hurt anymore sp POOF there goes his memories ahah just food for thought. you don't have to agree :3c ) | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits ( those last two really just be on sunday's side ahah )

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity ( a HUGE one for me bc of what i wrote above jdsnfksjf ) | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first ( bc i really wanna know your stance first and foremost since i have my own dumb thoughts, and i don't want it to get in the way of yours, so if you're interested no matter what type of dynamic they have, i'm more than willing to talk it out and listen :3c and also bc sunday is a pain in the booty kek ) | jump right in | something in between

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter ( arms are wide open to receive anything and everything tbh )

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( ummm well sunday is just a huge mess in regards to anything really. he isn't one to reciprocate feelings genuinely at first bc he doesn't have time to mingle with others that have nothing to do with his major plan. sure, he'll mess around here and there, but never take things too far. he's human in the way where he wants a meaningful companionship that isn't his sister, but he is stubborn af to admit it and seek it, so he is in a constant struggle with himself but at the end of the day, he'll just erase his memories so he won't have to deal with the pain like any normal person would do ahAh )

[settphel-enthusiast]

The new age of Guardians

- Vi, Caitlyn, Sett, Aphelios & Alune and Jayce

This is just my silly little story of the next age of Star Guardians, I'm not entirely well-versed in the lore. I just know the basics, and i have a problem with Settphel, and I have 0 reason for selecting these sets of champions for the new age of Guardians. But alas. Here you go!

This will be chapter one?? I guess??

This is probably cringe af, but idc. Sorry for any typos, I'm on my phone ;^; I'm not sure how many words but it's long. Kekw

Now. Summers were never.. Empty. Not like this.. Sett always had Aphelios to spend his summers with. But this year was eerily quiet, ever since Aphelios left and got himself corrupted for the sake of the team.

The sacrifice in question? To give Sett one more chance at finding his father and to get revenge.

The Guardians needed that Intel, so? Aphelios sacrificed himself up for it. Against Vi's wishes, against Sett's demands.

But.. Sett kept Aphelios' gem, close to his bed side drawer.

"Where ever you are, you can reach me with this."

Those were Aphelios' last words to Sett.

The vastayan stared up at his ceiling, it was late.. He rolled onto his side and looked at the time;

2:32am

He sighed and climbed out if bed with a wave of his hand; brushing over his gem, with a flurry fo sparkles and a symphony of shimmers, his familiar sparkled out of his gem with an inquisitive chirp,

"We're going to find him, Nico," with a confident smile across Sett's lips; exposing those pearly fangs he kept sharp for his Ma!

Grabbing his cap, he put it on, making sure his ears poked through the appropriate holes, and he opened his window; climbing out, jumping down from the second story, landing with his knee bent and his palm on the floor; catching himself.

Sett, using Nico to his advantage would give him a little boost as he began running, picking up speed rather quickly.

Where was he off to?

Just a simple rooftop in Valoran, where he would rummage through his pocket to pick out Aphelios' soft orange-purple glistening gemstone.

He took a deep breath in and sighed it out with puff of his cheek, and he brought the gemstone close to his chest, concentrating on his power to bring the gemstone to life.

To create a portal directly linking to Aphelios.

And without a shot of a doubt; Aphelios climbed through, his rich dark purples and blues covering his outfit, with his eyes star-struck,

"What?" He signed,

"You uh.. Still lost your voice, huh?" Sett laughed nervously,

"Yes. Zoe doesn't want me spilling secrets," he explained through quick signing, which Sett only picked up a few words,

"Right uhm-- Listen," Sett's hand reached up, rubbing the back of his neck, "Summer vacation is almost over, Ma is worried about you," he sighed.

"Really?" Aphelios seemed.. Interested, even a little glint of joy filled his eyes, albeit his aloof expression.

"Yeah, man! She asked if you were coming this year, it was weird without you," Sett awkwardly clapped his gloved hands together.

"I see.. Tell her I said hello and I miss her," Aphelios' expression grew saddened, softer.

"Yeah, I will- and.. Classes are starting tomorrow, so.. We'll all be together again and we'll save you this time, okay?" Sett wore that iconic, dumb, bright smile across his lips.

"Okay," Aphelios signed,

Sett's arms stretched out, offering a hug to Aphelios.

And he took it; wrapping his arms around Sett. If he could feel anything else but the agony of being star struck by the corruption, he'd cry. There was a single tear rolling down his cheek, but.. He quickly pushed Sett away,

"I need to go back. You should get some sleep," Aphelios signed before turning his back to face the whirring portal, wiping away a tear with the back of his fist,

"I will, sleep well, Mooncake," Sett looked down at his arms, as the corruption started sinking into his skin, adding to his grit for his next fight.

Every time they met up; Sett took a little bit more of Aphelios' corruption.

His theory was working. He could almost see Aphelios smile.

His theory was; if he could use the corruption the creatures used on him, and let his body turn it into light, why couldn't he take Zoe's corruption?

Sett went back home, satisfied with his solo mission.

He got a few extra hours of sleep before he went to school; kissing his Mom goodbye,

"Settrigh! Don't forget your lunch!" She rushed to put it in his bag- sighing,

"Thanks, mama! I'll be back before you know it," he waved with a vibrant smile.

Now, the dorms were separated; but the school kept the Guardians close to one another for emergencies.

But last year was empty without Akali, Rakan, and Aphelios.

Akali was MIA, Rakan was in and out of treatment for his corruption that still riddled his soul, and Aphelios was.. With Zoe.

Sett went for his dorm; putting his things down, keeping his locket with Aphelios' gem on his chained necklace, hiding it under his shirt.

Classes were.. A bit difficult; Settrigh had a hard time sitting still, but he remained upbeat and like the typical jock he was; making sure everyone was smiling around him.

The next night was.. Strange.

Sett had a dream about losing control and hurting the people around him; like he was some sort of mangled beast, afraid but attacking everything and destroying everyone - and when it came to Aphelios, he gasped and clutched his chest, reaching out with the other.

He was drenched in sweat, looking down at his hands. They were still normal. Looking at his clock;

2:32am..

The second night in a row he's been up at this time.

Settrigh stood up, heading to the bathroom with sleepy steps; in nothing but his PJs; which included just his boxers and a tank top.

Turning on the water, he watched as the running water scurried down the drain. Deep in thought.

Should he tell Aphelios about his dream? Should he tell Vi?

No.. He couldn't tell them a thing. Not a soul.

Sett's hand came down to the water, gathering some of it and letting it pool in the curve of his palm before he'd bring it up to his face to wash it. Taking another deep breath in as he'd wipe his hand down his face.

Looking up in the mirror; only to get a glimpse of that dark, rich purple and blue frame of Aphelios-

Sharply, Sett turned around to grab him but..

There was nothing.

He closed his eyes and turned the water off, slumping off to bed once again.

But this was a sacrifice he was willing to take.

Come the next day; and Sett was out of it, for the most part.

"Hey! Spiky!" Vi called out, slamming her hands on the table,

"Huh? What?" Sett perked up, looking up at Violet with Caitlyn close to her hip.

"Are you okay?" Caitlyn lowered herself so that she could put her elbows on Sett's desk,

"Yeah, oh.. I just didn't sleep very well, bad dream, you know how they are!" Sett couldn't help but smile around his peers; especially his leader.

If Vi were to find out his plans? He'd be kicked and prohibited from working with them ever again.

"Right.." Vi's eyes narrowed, "We have a mission after classes, just some nemesis scum, you in, pretty boy?" Vi cocked a brow, tapping his desk with her finger,

"Yeah! Damn straight, I am, always ready to beat up some corrupt fools!" He'd punch his palm with a smug grin,

"See? Told'ja he was fine," Vi motioned to Sett before turning her back to walk to the dorms,

"Well, see you soon then, Settrigh," Caitlyn offered a smile to him.

He sighed and stood up; he wasn't far behind the girls, and they grabbed Jayce along the way.

Upon heading to the rooftops of their dorms, they all got changed into their assigned Star Guardian attire while prepping their weapons, "Ready, big guy?" Jayce smiled at Sett,

"You know I am," Sett cracked his neck while slipping his gloves on; they were designed to withstand the negative energy of the corruption, and run it through his body and turn it into positive energy (grit)

Vi waved her gauntlet to open a portal to another place in Valoran city; ruined with all these corrupted pests. Clearly ran by Rek'sai, a pet of Morgana's.

As they jumped through the portal without hesitation, falling from the sky above, down to the ground in a flurry of sparkles,

Rising to their feet, Vi cracked her gauntlets' knuckles, "Let's go!" She called out,

"That your version of a pep talk?! Could use some work!" Sett called out, his smile obnoxious and wide, exposing his fangs as he ran into the heat of battle.

"Your form could use work, fluffy!" Vi only teased back as she did the same; following the motion of Sett's body; making sure she had his back covered.

Caitlyn pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, but she quickly loaded her gun up with stardust and begun aiming for the heads of the corrupted bugs.

Jayce kept Caitlyn's back clear; blasting any that got too close to the both of them.

"Don't go far you two!" Caitlyn called out.

Vi huffed and checked their position; they were in a bit deep, "Sett! Pull back!" Vi called out.

But Sett? He was in the heat of it, all he could think about was Aphelios and how he gave him up. His punches flowed like water, one after the other. He couldn't hear anything else but his own heavy breath as it pierced into his lungs, and the squelching, screeching of these corrupted insects.

Sett kept going and going, until he was at maximum grit.

That's when he turned around to the few corruption he let through and unleashed a splash of light and stardust; using all his prowess to eliminate the insects that charged forth.

He stopped, with a heavy pant, freezing in place. And he'd stand up right, "How's that for flashy?" He chuckled, looking back at the rest of the team.

They looked.. Troubled.

Settrigh pivoted his hips, looking over his shoulder. There was a glimpse of Aphelios, and his heart sunk, "Phel," he mumled.

Aphelios' dark purple eyes, almost solemnly settled on Sett, turning away and closing the portal behind him.

Clenching his fists, his knuckles turned white, and he clenched his jaw, bringing a hand up to his chest; where his gem resided, "I'll find ya, Phel, don't worry," he whispered.

"Over here!" Caitlyn called out, kneeling down in front of a few of the insects,

Everyone ran over pretty quick; Sett, taking his time, his eyes on where the portal was. But he rushed over,

"What's up?" Sett knelt down onto one knee,

"Aphelios leading this attack shows that he's gained Zoe's trust, when we get him back, he can give us the Intel we need to take her down, he's making this worth it," Caitlyn inspected the bugs closely,

"And these were made by Rek'sai, she's having more influence lately," Vi butted in,

"We'll get him, Settrigh, hang in there," Caitlyn put her hand on Sett's shoulder,

Sett smiled, "We all miss him, not fair to be worried about just me, right?" A laugh, he stood up and rolled his shoulder, "Let's clean up before anyone sees," Sett pivoted,

All of them eliminated the bodies, disintegrating them into stardust.

And of course. Back to the dorms, they went.

Making sure nothing was destroyed on their way back.

Sett fell behind, "I just need to pick something up. Don't wait for me," Sett's hand raised, almost waving the group off,

"Oh, alright- be safe!" Caitlyn's voice choed through the empty streets as the street lamps started lighting up. And off they went.

Dinner was delicious as usual; steak with roast vegetables and apple pie for desert.

Sett was really missing out!

The Vastayan found himself back at the scene of the crime; searching, scanning.

Until he heard footsteps behind him and instinctively, Sett's body pivoted; ready to swing but..

He stopped and sighed, "Don't sneak up on people like that, Mooncake," he laughed, bringing his hands back to his body,

"How're you doing? You didn't get hurt, did you?" Aphelios' voice, barely above a whisper,

"Well hey! Look who's found his voice," Sett couldn't help but tease with his signature smile across his lips,

A nervous laugh came from Aphelios, lowering his head, kicking some dirt, "Yeah, I think Zoe gave me permission to speak," lies. The corruption burdened Aphelios' body, the pain and discomfort keeping him from talking.

But the more Sett took, the easier it was for Aphelios to deal with it.

"Ah, yeah, that's good! Fantastic even," Sett rubbed his hands together, "But I'm fine, you know how I am, big toughie," his elbow nudged Aphelios' arm,

"Yes, you were always the strong one," Aphelios' hand ran across the bridge of his Severum,

"We--" Sett bit his lips together for a moment, "I miss you," he muttered out, running his fingers across his gloves slowly,

The corners of Aphelios' eyes welled up with tears. He sniffled and cleared his throat, turning his head, "Yeah! I miss you too," trying to stay strong, his walls were crumbling.

"Phel," Sett whispered, and he'd step forward; hooking his fingers underneath Aphelios' chin, getting his head to turn, "It's hard, you're doing great, let me help you," Sett lowered go Aphelios' height,

"What?" Aphelios' brows knitted together, confused, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand,

Saying nothing else, Sett brought Aphelios in for another hug; this time it was tight, desperate, greedy. Like he was saying goodbye.

It didn't take long for Kai'sa and Xayah to show up; they quickly pieced together what Sett was up to,

"Settrigh! Stop! You don't know what that's going to--" Xayah called out, reaching her hand out.

A flurry of starlight, swishing, and swooshing of galaxies around them; keeping Xayah and Kai'sa out of the way.

Another portal shredded through time and space, and Morgana curiously peaked her head out, a raise in her brow as her arm would rest under her bosom, tilting her head, "What's this?"

And with the compression of stardust and galaxies, the two of them vanished.

Sett and Aphelios were not to be found.

Xayah and Kai'sa were left dumb founded, looking around for them, and Morgana closed that portal up. Not wasting her time with an unnecessary fight.

"Settrigh! Aphelios!" Xayah called out, her heart sinking. Where would they have gone?

"Call the others. We need to find them before Morgana does," Kai sa, instructing Xayah with the full confidence of a leader. While pulling her phone out, Kai'sa kept her eyes peeled, pacing back and forth anxiously, calling as many of the Guardians as they could to get this search party underway.

"Pick up.." She chewed her thumb nail; trying to call Sett.

While Xayah fled the scene to gather Rakan, Senna, Seraphine, and she'd hope for Orianna, as well as any of the others, if they so wished.

With Sett's prowess? The things that Morgana could do..

[nyxthejinx]

Hello, it's been a while since I wrote, the university is crazy. Location: Sumeru desert. Local time: Midnight "Wow wow, my dear big brother found himself a new pet to call family…they're so cutesy I get…Yuck!" -Scarlet swung her greatsword and threw it between Diluc and the traveler, hitting a column and making it fall and almost crushed them. The Scarlet Fury of the Fatui let out a loud laugh that seemed like the laugh of the devil himself, raised her hand and returned her command to it, from her body came an aura that did not belong to any elemental order of this world. -

"What did Dottore do to you?" -Diluc was disconcerted, in front of him was the only person for whom he would break the heavens, he almost did not recognize her, not because of her Fatui uniform, but because of the murderous look she projected towards the man- "Concentrate on the fight, big brother" -she replied with a grim smile, charging her attack against the red-haired man with the greatsword charged with dark energy- -Diluc could barely contain the blow, gritting his teeth fighting to return that tremendous force. The traveler attacked the Fatui from behind, but he dodged it in a fluid movement, and the blonde had no choice but to crash into Diluc for that maneuver- -A flash of purple electricity was detected by the Fatui who dodged a downward attack from Cyno- "Fatui… Your actions will be judged against my strength" -the general of the Mahamatra speaks seriously, very enraged by the danger in which the traveler found himself. While the Fatui looked at him with eyes full of sparkles of stars and his cheeks flushed, accompanied by a smile full of jubilation-

… "And then we were tied, and he told me that next time I won't be so lucky" -the redhead Fatui muffled a cry into the pillow she was hugging, resembling a love-struck fifteen-year-old- "The General of the Mahamatra is such an electrifying man"

"Less fantasies of lovers and more attention to the next one, that Cyno guy broke an arm, four ribs and not to mention that your uniform was shattered" -Dottore furiously reminded the teenager of the results of his confrontation against the man- "I heard you like that game of cards and dice, should I get you some new cards or a custom case instead?"

"Damn it, Scarlet"

{In the city of Sumeru there was a bedridden Cyno with various sections of his body in casts and an angry ranger guarding him}

I swear- I SWEAR I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT THAT CONCEPT. I swear I try to write a single chapter, but it goes down the drain because I change my mind like, instantly. I've been shaping and reshaping this story so much during these months + every update contributed to that 🦍

I cannot thank you enough for fanning the flame because this had me feeling all silly and goofy (as if we weren't talking about a war criminal who's probably banned from 6/7 regions of Teyvat). The fact that it was a Childe x reader doesn't mean I won't lose my shit over that dad-jokes-spitting-machine we love so much.

They're enemies to lovers, your honour, idc that cyno is a justice fanboy. Reader is mostly crazy af, but they also spit some rational good shit from time to time, things that will have Cyno wracking his brain. Things that are, like, a new mad and feverish perspective on the world, one he never considered and maybe isn't so wrong.

It's such a wicked concept, who's gonna give in first? I think no one would be able to abandon their path, honestly.

Cyno can see where they're getting with their logic, but their ways are simply wrong and so deranged. There are times when he catches a glimpse of the real rag!sibling, and he thinks it'd be amazing if he could free them from their ties with the fatui. But he knows it's just a silly fantasy.

While reader finds Cyno's devotion to lawfulness cute, to say the least. He's so pure and precious, but also deadly, of course they'd find him attracting. It's not enough to stop them from dirtying their hands, though... They've been feasting on violence all their life, as if they'd stop now.

They'll show their weird affection through violence and murder attempts </3

But yeah I'm gonna review this story again bye aheuwheh