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Being friends with College!Hanta Sero was something you didn’t expect. After all, he’s outgoing, the opposite of you, most of the time.

But when he sat next to you in one of your classes, you learned very quickly that he wasn’t someone you could just shake off and avoid.

That’s when you got to know him on another level.

College!Hanta, who only has kind things to say to you. Who compliments you every time he sees you. Who can’t hide the way his eyes glue to your legs and thighs when you wear a skirt or a dress.

“Lookin’ good today mamas” he’d whistle when you’d take your seat. He always stared a bit longer at you, to see if he made you blush.

College!Hanta, who constantly invites you out to parties, even though you say no every time. Who whines when you reject his invites.

“Come on, pretty. I promise I’ll make sure you have fun.”

College!Hanta whose face lights up when you finally show up at one of the frat parties.

You wear one of the dresses Mina picked out for you, that’s short but not too short, and low cut but not too low cut, just for him.

College!Hanta who asks if you want to drink - he’d never pressure you if you said no - but he was curious about what you’d be like when you drank.

You say yes, not because he asks, but because you’re a little nervous. He senses that, and keeps his eyes trained on you the entire night.

College!Hanta who laughs at all your jokes and stays close to you the whole night. Who presses his knee against yours to test the waters.

College!Hanta who can’t get you out of his head after that night. Not that he’d want to, anyways.

[solbaby7]

someone requested [ Manhattan + salt rim + neat ] and I accidentally deleted it but i remembered!!

warnings: leashes (yup like for dogs 🤭) minors dni, thank you thank you thank you thank you for this request 🥵

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Azriel knew it was going to be an issue—you spending so much time with Nesta Archeron.

He’d found it cute at first. His sweet girl making friends with someone as prickly as death incarnate, until he’d started noticing the changes. How kind words shift into a biting wit; adopting a darker kind of humor that leaves his brows raised and tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “Come bunny, it’s time to get out of bed.”

Perhaps it’s in that learned behavior where you find the gall to part your lips and mutter, “No, I’m not going.”

It’s surprising—your defiance. Enough for him to pause in the middle of his morning routine, thigh holsters half buckled with an array of sharpened daggers and switchblades laid out before him. “Say that again?”

“To training,” You elaborate, mindlessly toying with the fraying edges of your nail varnish. Soft sheets swallow you whole, thick pillows and duvets emitting Azriel’s comforting scent all around you. “I’m not going today.”

For only a second he falters before his movements start up again, deft fingers easily buckling strips of leather and filling the slots with weapons. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m feeling like I don’t want to sweat under the burning sun all fucking day.” Your eyes are too busy rolling at the thought to notice the tick of Azriel’s jaw, the strained way he tightens his belt. “Nes and I are going shopping after brunch instead.”

“Oh?” There’s a pause, a tense silence that forces you to lean up on your elbows, neck craning to peer over at the Illyrian. Though, Azriel’s not getting ready anymore and he’s lounging too comfortably for someone who’d been adamant on following the guidelines of his rigorous schedule. The clock tick, tick, ticks away and for some reason he’s not reaching for his top or the crossbody holsters he slides on after. His hair is still dripping wet from his shower, not even bothering to work his styling pomade through. “Says who?”

He just sits there—watching, waiting. Staring at you like one of the prisoners he chains up in his dungeons; prodding at the barriers of their restraint until the spymaster tore it to shreds. You hate how well it works, chipping away at the fortified walls you’d built in your new friendships. How easily Azriel’s able to walk up to those borders and send them crumbling down with nothing more than a look.

It should be embarrassing, the affect he has on you. The way one arched brow has your spine instinctively straightening, throat rolling with a swallow as you struggle to muster up the same confidence that burned through you just moments ago. “I wasn’t aware I needed permission.”

Azriel hums low in his chest, shoulders relaxing and head nodding once, twice, three times before that stoic expression melts into understanding. “I see, that’s probably my fault. Got a touch lenient—allowed room for a little too much…hope.”

“Hope?”

Alarm bells begin ringing the further he settles in the chair, thick thighs spreading wide and veiny forearms eat up the space along the armrest. “Hope,” he agrees. “Give a good pet a little too much freedom—too much hope and all the necessary structure begins to waver.” You’re caught like a fly in a trap, limbs sticking to the carefully spun webs Az’s woven until your struggle only leaves the metaphorical ropes twisting and knotting tighter. “Don’t worry, I’m a good trainer. Won’t let you slack for a second—even if you do bat those pretty lashes up at me.”

Your mouth goes dry when his wrist flicks, two fingers beckoning you closer in silent command. A part of you hesitates; resists the rigorous discipline and rules put in place to keep you safe. Protected. But Nesta said that you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself without some overgrown bat looming over your shoulder. Right?

You obey anyway, praying that Azriel doesn’t hold the contemplation against you.

The Mother doesn’t seem to hear your plea, too occupied with more deserving persons to spare a second glance at the predicament you’d weaseled your way into. Each step closer feels like knowing wrong and choosing the sin anyway, solidifying your fate and dealing your destiny with the devil for all time. “Sit.”

A huffy breath of irritation before you ease down to your knees, leaning your weight back against your calves. “I’m not some fucking dog.”

“No, you aren’t,” His hand smells of body wash when a thumb runs over the curve of your cheek, blunt nail tracing against the shape of your mouth. It’s almost sweet, toeing the line of possibly romantic when you hear it—the squeaky strain of fresh leather. The cool bite of the latch registers too late, a metallic click locking it in place. “But lately you’ve been acting like one. My rabid mutt.”

Manicured nails grip at the newest accessory but it doesn’t budge no matter how much you tug at it. Your cheeks flame, a mix of fury and pure embarrassment from the rush of arousal that soils your panties when each breath grows just a bit labored. “You fucking collared me?”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll buy a muzzle to match.” He catches on to the way your thighs clench together, lips snapping shut as your brain fights to decide whether you want to scream back a “fuck you” or “fuck me”.

You land somewhere in the middle, words stern but tone leaking with curiosity. “You wouldn’t dare.”

A hellish grin splits across the handsome lines of his face, like a wolf straining in the seams of sheep’s clothing. “Try me.” He’s lost the concept to time when such fun prey has found itself stuck in his crosshairs. Such a sweet lamb should know better than to wander away from its shepherd—heaven forbid something should happen to you. “Test me, I dare you. I’ll walk you through town like some purebred if you keep acting like you weren’t taught to act with decorum.”

He means it too. You know he does. Even after all these years, you still had yet to hear words Azriel’s didn’t back up with action. Instantly, your eyes lower, head bowing in order to conceal the pinpricked pupils that dialate with desire. It burns in your belly, a cacophony of fantasies lashing against your eyelids at warp speed.

You in your shiny collar, name engraved on the customized nameplate with Azriel’s information on the back right under “If Found, Return To”

It’s purely involuntary, the desperate whimper that cuts through the bedchambers and Azriel pats at your head like some pampered pup in need of comfort. Offering love and fond coos when you easily correct the behaviors he doesn’t enjoy.

Obedient. Disciplined. Loyal. His.

“There’s a good girl. Keep that up and I’ll give you a treat.”

[redfirefox-55]

Ok so I don’t know how to explain an AU in any way that is coherent but I will try my best

This was sort of inspired by another person’s au on here that was like a sort of role swap, but basically mine is just what if Heng decided to go to New Kunlun to make up with Yi before the launch, only to get there in time to watch him die to Eigong, and then promptly get forcibly escorted to the civilian housing area and stuck into a dreamscape, even though she’s not technically a citizen on New Kunlun. And the plot continues as normal for awhile till she wakes up again hundreds of light years away from her home and a little shell shocked from watching her brother die in front of her for a second time

Soo basically the screw Heng over AU because I miss her and want her to be around more, or as I have lovingly dubbed it, the stowaway AU :)

Yeah it’s very half baked.. don’t think about it too much

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that Yi still gets revived by Fusang in this au?

Neither is aware that the other is still alive.. for a while anyway

But come on guys you KNOW I of all people have to have a sibling reunion in my AU.. I just can’t help myself

[lanladesu]

THE GUY EVER

[webshood]

I'm sure you've talked about it before, but I'm interested to hear your thoughts on the saint-ification of Alfred. Cause... personally, I like Alfred and I like Jason. But I don't like how that the fandom has decided to give them this a perfect, 100% loving and accepting relationship.

I think it would be a lot more fun and interesting to have Jason interact with Alfred the same way someone would interact with, like... an estranged parent-ish (i can't find the right word I'm looking for)?

someone that you're connected to, but also (somehow) not.

Jason obviously fights a lot more with Bruce and has bigger disagreements with him, but there has to be some kind of quieter resentment towards Alfred somewhere in there. right?

of course, neither dc nor the fandom is brave enough to fully explore Jason's relationship with anyone in the batfam, so I'll have to stick to my headcanons.

also, hi, nice to meet you, please ignore how I've been scrolling through your blog for the past, like, hour :)

I'm so late for this ask it's not even funny (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠), I'm so sorry love, also if I got something wrong or messed up it's bc I've got the memory of a goldfish and I'm super busy and have zero time to re-read these comics rn.

my beef with Alfred is that he's the world's biggest enabler, partially due to the writers refusal of having someone disagree with Bruce, but after some time it stops being bad writing and just becomes writing.

he's the main advertiser of the whole "Jason was always doomed to crime, he got himself killed bc he was an angry child" narrative. Alfred doesn't care for his "grandkids", all that matter for him as a character is Bruce and what benefits him, sending basically civilian Tim to save Batman and Nightwing, the memorial case, Jason's Robin suit, making Damian Robin, abandoning his own daughter for Bruce/The Wayne's.

Like, this is very much an "writers don't see adopted children as real children more than anything", but the way Alfred treats the other kids compared to Damian is pretty palpable ngl.

Having him be this doting grandfather that loves Jason and is a safe port for him is laughable, because that's just not Alfred.

Jason doesn't have that resentment towards him because he's not aware of the slander, Bruce is personal because that's his dad, Alfred was just the nice employee at home.

I still love Alfred and Jason having a relationship and their disagreements, but they just didn't have the time to get that attached to each other.

This is lowkey just a big ass ramble, I'm sorry love, nice to meet you too ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[vigilskeep]

huge fan of when something happens in a video game that is not technically even bad but unfortunately i know my protagonist and that this just signed their death warrant for the earliest opportunity

[obey-me-hoe]

I love how Solomon is so good at pretending to be Asmo. He's even got the hearts down ♡

[anthony-crowleys]

POV: you're thinking about all the lost potential that The Acolyte had

[myblacksol]

Welcome to Sol Yoga. Today, he'll be teaching his signature Old Man Pose.

[solena2]

BERDKRIS SHIPPERS HOW WE FEELING TONIGHT?

[sporadic-doodles]

I'm listening through the Nine Sols OST again and I gotta say that Last Man Standing is an absolute banger (That's the one that plays during the village mission fyi)

On a different note, I love the group chanting for the scene with all the sols towards the end. It really adds to the atmosphere and if you look closely while the sun is setting, you can make out most of their faces! Not Yanlao's tho, he's too short XD.

[a-sound-sol]

what could’ve been // a Keigo fic

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Keigo m.list

inspired by this post

a/n: everytime I sit down to write about Keigo I get sad because I know he’ll never let himself be free of the commission ): anyways I love him

It happens every once in a while - when Hawks can finally take his eyes off of the missions.

One day, a little boy is running around at the mall on his own. He’s scanning for familiar faces before he stumbles, landing on the cold tile. His tears start falling before he can register what happens. That’s when a flash of red and tan appears in front of him.

“Come here kid, let’s go find your family, yeah?” Hawks smiles.

The little kid inches towards him, holding his finger as they walk.

Hawks searches for worried faces and sends his feathers out to patrol. But Keigo gets lost in the crowd.

He wonders what it would’ve been like to have parents concerned about his safety that way. Or anyone concerned, really. He’s sure this kid’s family are worried. Why weren’t his parents ever worried about him that way?

Why did everyone else seem to have the love he’s always wanted? And why didn’t they have to work for it?

Keigos’ eyes widen as he sees you, roughly his age with tears in her eyes, frantically looking through the crowds of families in the area. He looks down at the child and notices the similarities in their eyes, hair color, and complexions. He rushes to your side and gestures to the child who’s been clinging to him.

“Did you lose something?” He asks with his signature rehearsed smile.

“Oh my god, squirt what the hell! I turned around to grab you a new size in those shoes you love and then you were gone!” you reach down and pick up your little brother, clutching him in your arms.

A few minutes pass before you open your eyes to see the person who found your little brother.

“Oh, shit. You’re that one hero guy, yeah?” you look into Keigo’s eyes for a moment and notice a softened gaze as he looks back at you.

That quickly fades into a blank but warm look with a smile, a signature for Hawks. “Guilty as charged. Found this little dude on the floor across the mall. How long’s he been missing?”

“Just a few minutes, but I felt like I swallowed my heart when I realized he was gone.” You admit, shame spreading with the blush heating up your cheeks.

And for a second, he thinks about letting you in.

You, who he just met. He could easily shed the hero guise, God, he wants to. He wants to give it all up for a life like the one he imagines you have. Parents that love him, a sibling he can take care of, no missions, just every day life.

He can see it- coming home to you. A house full of warmth because you’re in it. Full of love because you built it together. Full of peace, where he has time to kill.

“I forgot to thank yo-,” you start, before looking up to see nothing.

He was gone.

Who was he kidding? That’s never going to be his life. He had to leave before he deluded himself for even another second.

He’s Hawks, not Keigo.

He doesn’t get a happy ending.

[arthursfuckinghat]

John Marston and Sombra 𑁦𓃥𑁦 RDR1

[astranauticus]

DOUDOU - Tong Tong (嗵嗵）Translation

嗵嗵

Tong Tong

神明神明张开嘴

God, oh god, please open your mouth

让我知道我是谁

So that I may know who I am

它把我向天上推

It pushes me up, towards the sky

略过尘与灰

Over all the soot and dust

不得不停歇不停歇

Can't ever rest, ever rest

黑夜在背上飞

The night flies over my back

来狂欢吧狂欢吧

Come and rave, let's rave

永远不下坠

And never fall

太阳太阳请你告诉我

Sun, oh sun, please tell me

为什么为什么

Why, oh why

遗憾那么多

Must there be so many regrets?

夜幕夜幕请你告诉我

Night, oh night, please tell me

该怎么做怎么做

What can be done, can be done

灵魂才不会破

To keep the soul from breaking?

嗵一声落下

"Tong!" it falls

果实嗵一声落下

"Tong!" the fruit falls

嗦嗦嗦嗦嗦嗦嗦

suosuosuosuosuo

我的脚下开了花

Flowers bloom beneath my feet

嗵一声落下

"Tong!" they fall

骨头嗵一声落下

"Tong!" the bones fall

可以了可以了

That's it, that's it

可以变回孩子了

we can become children again

神明神明张开嘴

God, oh god, please open your mouth

让我知道我是谁

So that I may know who I am

它把我向天上推

It pushes me up, towards the sky

略过尘与灰

Over all the soot and dust

不得不停歇不停歇

Can't ever rest, ever rest

黑夜在背上飞

The night flies over my back

来狂欢吧狂欢吧

Come and rave, let's rave

永远不下坠

And never fall

太阳太阳请你告诉我

Sun, oh sun, please tell me

为什么为什么

Why, oh why

遗憾那么多

Must there be so many regrets?

夜幕夜幕请你告诉我

Night, oh night, please tell me

该怎么做怎么做

What can be done, can be done

灵魂才不会破

To keep the soul from breaking?

嗵一声落下（壳中藏心惶惶）

"Tong!" it falls (in my chest, my heart is full of fear)

嗵一声开花（抬头见那天光）

"Tong!" the flowers bloom (look up to see the light from the sky)

嗵一声落下（浮生空空荡荡）

"Tong!" it falls (our short lives, empty and hollow)

变回孩子了（风带着我流浪）

Becoming children again (I wander on with the wind)

神明神明张开嘴

God, oh god, please open your mouth

让我知道我是谁

So that I may know who I am

它把我向天上推

It pushes me up, towards the sky

略过尘与灰

Over all the soot and dust

不得不停歇不停歇

Can't ever rest, ever rest

黑夜在背上飞

The night flies over my back

来狂欢吧狂欢吧

Come and rave, let's rave

（就安心吧安心吧）

(Rest your heart, rest your heart)

永远不下坠

And never fall

飞过麦穗

Fly over the grain fields

飞过霓虹光辉

Fly over the neon lights

飞过墓碑

Fly over the headstones

飞过瓦砾堆

Fly over the tile stacks

[margina1ia]

Idk where it was, but I think I saw a post about how Cassandra couldn't finish saying the word "fair" without being consumed by the rage shard. Going back and watching the moment when it starts to go wrong in the wizard synod, Cassandra says "it's not fair" immediately before the shard rips through her and she begins bleeding out.

Thinking about this with the Bad Kids' convo with Lydia Barkrock and how the pit fiend in her chest couldn't say the name of the dead fallen god he served or he could only say it in certain contexts... I wonder if Cassandra had another sibling aside from Galicaea and Sol (or maybe it is Sol?? Or Helio???) that she was a right hand to or had a contract with (now I'm thinking about rules and relationships re: figs warlock classes????), and maybe what Lydia's party invoked is what happened to Cassandra. I wonder if, when the Bad Kids find out more about the ritual, they will recognize elements of what happened at the wizard synod.

Anywayyyyys, maybe I'm just drowning in red strings lol

[vigilskeep]

why did taash’s mother say that. i literally saw multiple posts and still wasn’t prepared