#aaaaa I hope you all like them so far!!

[blazewatergem]

I have the overwhelming desire to talk about some of my recent Original Writings projects therefore you all shall be receiving ramblings/sales pitch on this post. You have been warned ;D

Bloody Roses: I’ve actually posted a chapter of this on my ao3 already! It’s heavily inspired by the online manwha I read, where the MC is isekai’d into the body of the main villainess, Amaris, a vampire queen. I’ve been joking it’s my spiciest story yet - but, considering me, it’s spicy in the same way pepper is spicy 😂 I’m mostly proudest of how I let myself really enjoy planning and writing for this. Like, I actually have Arcs written out! I think if you enjoy (obviously) monster romance, villain as the MC, and already established polyam relationships, you’ll like this one.

The Stars Above Midnight: Oh, this one. :’D Problem child of the group. The primary basis of it is how a new traveling doctor comes to a town called Midnight, claiming he wants to work there. He’s actually chasing down something his grandfather once saw, and the longer he stays in town - the more eyes are noticing him. This is pretty much my take on supernatural western(very much modern times though) with a lot of planned lingering dread. It’s my way of seeing how well I can do suspense and unease :3 I’m proudest of the scenes I’ve planned out already for this, two of them I am ECSTATIC to share once it’s time. If you like small town mysteries, country folk with secrets, and seeing eyes in the corn fields - this one’s for you!

The Song from Beneath: Funny enough, I refer to this one as The Stars Above Midnight’s “companion piece” despite them not being remotely related. It has a similar start in a private eye/detective coming to a isolated forest town looking for answers, but that’s where it veers off wildly. From missing people to disturbing dreams, this story is what I like to consider my deepest dive into Lovecraft Country. It’s also going to need tags like body horror, occult(but like, the fantasy kind), and of course - Eldritch terrors :D I’m proudest of how much I’m getting out of my standard style with this one. I haven’t really done extreme horror before, let alone Lovecraft Country style! And if things work out, I’m hoping this’ll be my scariest yet. Looking for dark drama, a board with pins and pictures all tied up in string, and a MC who starts to question their very reality? Look no further.

Instinct: My second isekai story on this list! This story is about a woman named Jax, who now takes on the role of “Evil Witch” in the world she’s ended up in. Except, she really isn’t about that life, and has a bone to pick with a lot of the people in this place. What’s the bone about? The kids. This story is mostly my agitation with how some kids in these fantasy stories/manwha get treated. I had a friend(*waves* Hi Sil!) call this a vent piece, and looking at it - she’s pretty right on the target. It will have fun, fluff in it too, but it’s really a bit of a power fantasy for me. I’m proud of this piece because it, it doesn’t have a big storyline or huge plot. It’s just me having fun, and writing what makes me happy. Sure, I do that anyways, but for this one - it’s all hands on deck. If any of this resonates with you, if you want strong “family is what you make it” vibes, or if you just want cute kid characters to coo over, here’s your story.

Help! The Evil Family Likes Me?!: Here we are at Isekai story number three. Heavily inspired by manwha that focus on the MC’s relationships with their new families, I’ve decided to try my hand at it. I’ve decided for this story, I wanted to focus more on familial relationships rather than romantic ones, so I’ve put the work in by plotting out the family and the history of said family HEAVILY. It’s a story about our MC, Evangelina Linwood, learning that while she’s read her share of manwha and knows the typical beats, it’s all different the minute you step into one yourself. With three brothers and a father to juggle, getting used to noble society, and trying to stay out of the main story’s way, she has her hands full. I’m proudest of, again, the work I’ve put into worldbuilding and her family. I believe I can honestly call it, my finest world yet. If you enjoy platonic and familial relationships in the spotlight, ruthlessness in the name of love, and learning to be accepted…well, your story starts here!

Thanks for reading 💜 I hope at least one of these sounds good! :D

[viaviavie]

omg hiii !1!1!1! I saw your work for the first time about Perfect bargaining Jade and it was really silly and funny, the way you wrote it is omg— idk how to explain it but it’s really good !1!1!1

If so, since your requests are open. Can you do silver x reader ?1?1? AHHH— you don’t have do this of course, if so then I’ll really appreciate it…!!

For this one, erm… reader is trying to give hints to Silver who’s completely oblivious to it, and Lilia has to step in and help his oblivious son, maybe includes the animal too bc they love the sleepy knight 🤫🤫

Please also take care of yourself , author! Take as much time as you need :333

ngl, i saw this ask 5 minutes after it was sent and jumped for it— i am clearly in the mood for silver, and book 7 has me whipped so so bad AAAAA thank you for the lovely compliments! i hope i served this one well :)

in which the members of diasomnia bestow blessings upon the prefect who is desperately trying to convey feelings to an oblivious silver. PAIRINGS: silver x reader (ft. supportive diasomnia) WARNINGS: characters are depicted as 18+, suggestive content for the third blessing NOTES: i took a look at sleeping beauty for some inspiration. referencing the three gifts bestowed by the fairy godmothers, i thought it would be funny to cast our diasomnia members as wingmen for silver. i hope it's still just as enjoyable!

What was meant to be Lilia's business, eventually became Sebek's and Malleus's business too when the former beckoned them over to that small couch in the Diasomnia dorm. With your head buried into your hands, you hoped to conceal the light blush on your cheeks as you hoped to recant your most recent concern. Of course Lilia would ask the other two to come over, they were your friends too, after all. Luckily for you, your actual problem was likely asleep somewhere on the campus, far away from where you were now.

Lilia's lips were curled into a bat-like grin as he called your name. "What troubles you, my child?" He asks, as if he had forgotten about what you had told him the first time. Still burying your face in your hands, you resist the urge to whine in embarrassment. Sebek glares at you, arms crossed with such impatience. "Speak up, human! You should be grateful that Master Lilia and the Young Master have taken their time to graciously lend their aid in your concerns."

Snapping from your pitiful state, you bit back at Sebek with a weak glare of your own. "I like Silver, okay!" That definitely shuts the half-fae up when he freezes, taken aback by your sudden declaration. Malleus hums in amusement, smiling at your flustered expression. Lilia could only chuckle as he pats your back, sympathy evident in his smile. "There we go! That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You fall silent for a moment, giving Lilia a deadpanned stare.

"You knew the entire time, didn't you?"

"My child, do tell me who would go out of their way to spend time with Silver even with his sleeping conditions. You've spent almost an entire day with him while he was off in the land of dreams!"

Sebek chokes on air from the side, fingers gripping the edges of the couch to the point his face is beeting red. "You fancy Silver?!" You roll your eyes at his theatrics, drawing your attention to how peaceful Malleus appeared. The Briar Prince nods, his smiling growing with each thought processed through his mind. "I do think they make a very nice match. Wouldn't you say so, Lilia?"

"Indeed! The Prefect has been sweet to Silver, and such is the fruit of those affections." Lilia swooned, far too engrossed in his own joy to notice how you have slumped yourself over the couch. You let out a groan, shaking your head into hands. "I've been at it for weeks now, Lilia. There is never a right time to confess, and I can't even tell if he's interested back!"

A pair of gloved hands envelop yours, and Lilia pulls them down to flash his fangs into a grin. "Fret not, Prefect! There is a way to help Silver find some clarity in the matters of the heart!" He gushed excitedly, and it sends a shiver of concern down your spine. Surely, if Lilia's planning was just as eccentric as his cooking, something was bound to go wrong.

"Have you ever heard of the Great Three Patrons of True Love?" You furrow your brows at Lilia's question, shaking your head. "There's a Great Three Patrons of True Love?" You queried. Lilia throws his head back into laughter. "But of course! We have the Great Seven, but there are other legendary figures renown for blessing the world of romance." He sighs dreamily. Your face only further contorts into confusion, all the more puzzled by Lilia's scheming.

"How exactly are they going to help my feelings get through to Silver?"

"The Great Three Patrons? Not exactly,"

Lilia turns behind him, beckoning a hand in a gesturing motion. "Sebek! Malleus!" He enthused, mischief flashing behind his eyes. You could only gulp as Sebek prostrates himself, followed by Malleus's devilish smile.

"We have a job to do, boys!"

It is dusk when Sebek singlehandedly drags you to the woods behind the campus. You don't even get a response as he marches down the rock path, finally halting once you both stand at the boardwalk that stands before the mouth of a lagoon. "My gift shall be the gift of a romantic boat ride through a quiet stream!" You wince slightly at the volume of his tone, but the fish surrounding the area had seemingly swam away almost immediately at his booming voice.

"Sebek, are you sure this is gonna work?" You whispered, observing as the half-fae puffed up his chest with pride. "Of course! And we don't need to take your voice to make this plan work." You rub the back of your head, wondering where you have seen this scene before. "All you have to do, Prefect, is be yourself and let the ride take its course!" You stare at the boat, seemingly ignorant to the sound of clothes rustling beside you.

"Isn't this just a date?" You question, turning to Sebek for confirmation. Instead, your jaw drops with disbelief at the pile of clothes at your feet. Rather than his school uniform, the half-fae was dressed head-to-toe in scuba diving gear, followed by the wetsuit.

"Just a date? No, it is not just a date, Prefect." Sebek smirks at you, committed to his mission. "This shall be the most romantic venture of the decade!"

At the slight rustling of the grass coming from behind, Sebek immediately readies himself for a quick sprint. "Here he comes, Prefect! I will be lurking in the background for assistance!" Before you could even question the plan, he has scampered into a nearby bush with his clothes in tow. You barely get a moment to recompose yourself when you hear your name from a distance.

Turning around, your eyes land upon Silver who had paused at your side. He glances down at you with a gentle expression. "Prefect, you're here." He rubs the back of his head, tilting himself to the boat sitting in the water. "I was told that you needed to observe the wildlife here for an assignment from Professor Trein."

"I do?" Confusion contorts your expression, and you only grow more confused as you struggle to recall an assignment of sorts. Silver nods. "Yes. Sebek told me that he was supposed to help you across the lagoon, but he is currently occupied by his duties to Malleus." You take a quick look at the rustling bush below, only to give Silver an embarrassed smile. What kind of excuse is this, Sebek!?

"Right! I'm really sorry for dragging you out here. I'm sure you have other things to do." Silver shakes his head, his expression softening at your words. "No, it is my pleasure to accompany you, Prefect. I do like spending time with you." Even for such simple platonic words, your heartbeat quickens and you swallow to yourself with quiet laugher. "Can you row a boat?" You found yourself asking as Silver lowers himself onto the rowboat, reaching out his hand for you to take.

"I've learned how to row a boat while I lived in Briar Valley. Father would sometimes take me fishing as a form of enrichment, he says."

His grip is firm, yet gentle as you take an uncertain step into the wooden contraption. Both of you heave a sigh of relief as you are settled onto your seat, sharing smiles together.

You immediately take notice at the way Silver's muscles flex through his uniform as he took the oars and began pushing. He made it seem so easy, and the fact that he faced you— Shit, he's facing you! Once that realization hits you, your gaze is immediately shifting everywhere but his face. Through your peripherals, however, you swear that he is looking at you.

Your throat is as dry at the mermaid from the tale, and you are rendered speechless. By the time the sun has barely set, Silver hums to catch your attention. "It is a beautiful evening, don't you think so, Prefect?" By the light of the glowing firelies that had come to play, followed by the soft chatter of the freshwater residents in the lagoon, you take the time to marvel at the scenery. Perhaps Sebek's excuse does make sense, considering a lot of wildlife were active at this hour.

You want to say something, but you could only muster a shy nod as you finally brave yourself to look at the student across from you. He catches you into his stare, and now you were merely captive to his gaze. Just as difficult as it was to look at him, it was even harder to look away.

Silver had stopped rowing now, allowing the boat to float along the lagoon. Elbows resting on his knees, he is almost observing you like a specimen while you shift and squirm with that shy expression on your face.

And meanwhile, Sebek is cursing at you as he quietly surfaces from the water to breathe. The Prefect is never going to say a word at this rate! His eyes narrow with determination, his body barely floating among the water plants and the ducks as he takes a deep breath.

"There's your moment, floating in a blue lagoon..."

Both you and Silver pause, sharing the same confused look as the melodic timber bounces across the water. You certainly know what is causing that sound, but judging by the look on Silver's face, he was rather puzzled by its concise melody.

"Do you hear that?"

Before you could reply, a breeze hits your face and causes you to shiver from the cold. Curse your memory, you seemed to have forgotten your jacket at the dorm before Sebek had dragged you out for his escapade. Being the gentleman, Silver notices and he is suddenly alert as he shifts himself to the side. "You're cold, Prefect. Come and sit with me," He calls out gently, holding out his hand for you to take.

A sigh leaves your lips as you smile at him, taking his careful hand as he guided you to the space beside him. You do not miss the way his hand is wrapped against your waist, keeping you balanced and upright. Your eyes widened as he began to shimmy himself out of his jacket, and the protests ready on your lips die quickly as he places the garment over your shoulders. "I do not want you to catch a cold, Prefect."

He is close, and you can feel the warmth of his torso as he shifts closer to you now. You cannot hold back the satisfied sigh that leaves your lips, and you do not notice the way Silver smiles faintly at your peaceful expression.

"Boy, you better do it soon. No time would be better,"

Silver pauses slightly at the voice, but ignores it in favor of your attention. "The stars are bright tonight, Prefect. Would you like to watch them for a short while?" The suggestion takes you by surprise, and you barely catch Silver's face as he leans back, gesturing to a flat surface on the boat. Still, something urges you to lower yourself as he does, resting your head on his muscled forearm.

A surprised gasp leaves your lips as you stare at the sky, and Silver's breath is taken away by your awed expression. There is a certain content in his heart as he watches you stare, and you do not even notice the way he stares back at you.

"... won't say a word until you..."

It takes some time until you look back at Silver, once more held prisoner by his stare. He doesn't even realize that you have caught him staring this time, and continues to memorize your features and your soft smile. He should have questioned your silence a long time ago, but it is out of his mind as you relax onto his arm. Silver shifts closer, searching for something, whether it was warmth, or more of you.

"Come on and kiss the—!"

Alas, the moment is ruined when four teal arms loudly slammed against the boat.

Silver is immediately put on his guard, forcing himself up and gripping the oar as if it were a makeshift blade. His other arm is positioned across your figure, as if protecting you from whatever was in front of the boat. You are equally as startled, and the first sound you make this evening is a squeak. You stare in the darkness, immediately taking notice of two sets of mismatched eyes.

"Loooook, it's Shrimpy and Jellyfish!"

Almost flipping the boat over with his weight, Floyd surfaces from the water and waves at you with a toothy grin. His twin, on the other side, gives a cordial smile. "Jade! Floyd!" You cried out, flustered by their sudden appearance. "What in the world are you both doing here?" You asked in an exasperated tone, your hand clutching onto the other oar tightly.

Your frustration only serves to amuse the more composed twin. "Octanivelle students tend to come here for a swim. Floyd and I were here for a short exercise." The eel hummed, followed by the amused cackles of the other brother. "You should have told us you were both here! Jade and I would have been happy to propel you both to the other side!" The idea is unwelcomed as you and Silver immediately attempt to row the boat away.

"No thank you, we were just—" Your words were immediately cut off by the slightest sound of static coming from afar. All heads turn towards the direction of the noise, and you could only hide your face into your palms.

It is Sebek, dressed in the glory of his wetsuit, pointing his pen at the two eels. "AWAY RAPSCALLIONS!"

The threat is not lost on the two eels. "Ack, it's the Crocodile!" Floyd groans as Jade merely smiles, his attention caught by something else entirely. The twins splash back into the water to seemingly deal with the disturbance, and you could only stare at a confused Silver.

"We should start rowing." You murmur.

"Yes, we should." He replies with understanding.

It does not take long for you to be taken aside by Malleus this time. After that episode at the lagoon, you had heard that Sebek returned to Lilia bawling at his failure to fulfill his mission. He had even apologized to you himself for how poorly that plan went, and had spent the entire day moping over it. Needless to say, the mission to make Silver realize his feelings was a team effort to be shared.

And there you were, dressed in a fencing uniform from head to toe, your face obscured by a fencing mask that obscured your features. Malleus stands before you, arms crossed with a confident smirk on his face. "My gift shall be the gift of a dance. Such love may be realized through a mystery, just as a scullery maid found love at a ball she was never meant to attend."

But this was not a ball, by your understanding. You were heading out to spar with Silver after Lilia had claimed to have found a good partner to practice with. Rather, Silver does not know it would be you that he would be sparring with today.

You sheepishly rub the back of your head, averting your gaze from the fae. "I can duel, but I don't think my skills are enough to impress him." Malleus shakes his head in disagreement, taking upon the blade in your hands onto his own. "I do not think that would be the case, Child of Man. Your skills are adequate and for a time, I shall grant onto you this blessing."

With a swift movement, his arm dances across the blade. You watch in awe as the blade shimmers and glows for a slight moment before fading away. Malleus lets out a noise of satisfaction before returning the rapier to your hand. "This shall give you a bit of a... 'boost', as some people call it." A smile is brought across your lips as you playfully swing the sword at a fake opponent.

"Thank you, Malleus!"

"The blessing shall wear out, just as the maid's magic enchantments have faded away at midnight. Alas, she was still very much able to win over the prince's heart in that tale. I shall not have you wear a glass slipper, but the art of the sword shall suffice." Malleus smiles as your name is called out from afar, signaling your entrance to the courtyard nearby.

"Now, run along, Child of Man. I wish you great luck." You could only send a nod to Malleus followed by a quick thanks as you hurry yourself to the courtyard. Silver and Lilia are already there, and the student merely looks at you with respect.

As you approach, Silver holds out his hand as a greeting. You shake hands, and bow slightly. "Thank you for having me today." You nod in acknowledgement, glancing at Lilia to fill in the words for you. The bat-like fae chuckles, patting Silver's back. "Our fighter here is rather shy. I'm sure that translates to 'I hope we have a good match'!" Lilia snickers before he backs away, leaving you both to take your positions at the center of the courtyard.

You have dueled before, even joined Silver for some sparring lessons in the past. Even Sebek himself has admitted that you did surprisingly well for a human from such a normal background. Malleus had provided you confidence in that moment, and with this enchanted blade, you are certain that you can catch Silver's heart with the blade.

"Begin!"

You play the game as you would, waiting for your opponent to strike. You know Silver very well, especially after observing him for so long. He is not the type to strike first— that would certainly give an opponent the advantage to parry. And so, you do not make a move either, keeping a distance. Silver had to make the first move, and you must parry.

And as predicted, he makes the move with a swift swing of the sword that you block perfectly. However, it is easier to push back now rather than allow his weight to knock you back. The enchantments on the rapier allow you to push back with ease in spite of your physical abilities, forcing Silver to stagger. His eyes are narrowed with precise calculation as he swings again, to which you parry once more before swiping at him.

It is a dangerous dance, indeed. You respond to each swipe of the blade he sends you, dodging and lunging. Had it not been for the enchantment, you are certain that you would have collapsed onto the floor out of exhaustion. Silver is sweating, and it does not take long for him to lose his footing once you sweep you leg at his feet.

He falls, but he drags you down with him when his hand takes your sleeve and tugs you onto the grass. Before you knew it, the blade is out of your hands and you are suddenly trapped by the weight of the silver-haired boy on top of you. Silver straddles your hips, restraining your wrists above your head as you kick and squirm against his hold. Alas, you are weaponless and now, defenseless.

With a groan of defeat, you concede and cease your struggles. Silver pants and hums to himself, pleased with the outcome. He pulls away and returns to his feet, holding out his hand for you to take once more.

"Good work, Prefect."

You gasp out a sigh of relief as you tear away the fencing mask, revealing your face drenched with sweat. "Hey, Silver..." You smile tiredly as you take his welcome hand to pull yourself off the ground. "You played very well today." He acknowledged, lips quirked up slightly into a smile.

You beam at him with delight. "Thank you, Silver! Although, it was really just the rapier. Malleus blessed it early with his magic." You pause in your movements, looking at him with a surprised expression. "How'd you know it was me?" You stammered, and your heart skips another beat as Silver takes your wrist into his hand.

"You maneuver your wrist like this. Your grip tends to be loose, and your footing is always slightly shifted onto the right." You blink to yourself, amazed. You never did think that Silver had observed you enough to a point where he had grown familiar with your movements. Thankfully, you can blame the heat for your reddening cheeks. "Is that so?" You murmur in wonder, and your companion only nods.

Silver faces you, letting go of your wrist as it falls back to your side. He averts his gaze, almost shyly. "Would you like to spar with me again? I wouldn't want to keep you from any other obligations." Your heart melts at how quiet his tone was, as if he were hoping to keep a secret. You are glowing, and he carefully etches your beaming expression into his memory while you nod enthusastically.

"Of course! Let's go grab some water first!"

"I shall accompany you, Prefect."

Meanwhile, Malleus observes from behind a pillar in thought. "I see," He murmurs to himself, a content smile flashing across his features.

"I suppose the Prefect's skills were the glass shoes after all."

It was not an odd occurrence to trail after Silver at the end of the day. The act of walking your friend back to his dorm is unfortunately as platonic as it ever was. You swear it is to make sure he doesn't fall onto the floor if he decides to fall asleep mid-step, but really, you simply enjoy his company, as he does yours. Unfortunately for you, it's grown too difficult to tell whether Silver's feelings towards you are purely platonic or if there was something more than that.

You doubt you will find your answer today as Sebek drags the sleeping beauty to his dorm. You are collapsed onto the couch as you were a week prior when you came to Lilia seeking his guidance. Speak of the devil, the bat-like fae is blinking down at you with an eager grin.

"There is still one more blessing that we have yet to bestow upon you." You hope it is not a magic carpet ride. It would be really bad if Silver fell asleep in the middle of the air, and you are certain that a bat cannot outfly a magic carpet from Scarabia. You were rather unwilling to turn into a frog, and the last thing you wanted to do is be thrown into a war dressed like a soldier to gain Silver's affections. You were desperate, but not that desperate.

"You better have some grand master plan for this, Lilia." You uttered, sitting up from the couch. Lilia chuckles, and the sweet scent of cocoa hits your nose. "Nothing proactive, I assure you!"

That's odd. Delicious and Lilia are two words that one can never use in the same sentence.

Immediately, your face grows pale at the sight of a green mug in Lilia's hands. You immediately back yourself onto the couch, ready to bolt for the door at the slightest hint of food poisoning. "Lilia, what in the world did you put in this mug?" You ask a bit too hastily, and the older man only laughs at your reaction.

"Three tablespoons of Sam's Nocturne Chocolate delight and warm milk, my dear! I would have loved to add in some more ingredients to enhance its taste, but it seems that the dorm's pantry is empty once again."

The world takes a collective sigh of relief, and as do you as you gingerly take the mug into your hands. It is warm to the touch, but far from scalding. Lilia bows slightly, smiling at your relaxed figure. "My gift shall be the gift of the sweetest of dreams. It shall suffice for now."

He stays as he watches you take a hesitant sip, but to his delight, you immediately consume the drink in a few gulps. Returning the mug to his possession, you smile after wiping away at your lips with your sleeve. "Thanks, Lilia." Perhaps this was the right approach, and a good night's sleep could bring you some clarity on how to confess to Silver. Maybe you were just meant to confess to him yourself in the end, rather than wait for him to understand your feelings on his own.

Lilia pats your head with an assuring grin, but oddly enough, there is a hint of mischief behind his eyes that makes you feel a bit uneasy.

"Hurry back to your dorm, my dear! You'd best find a bed as it gets dark!"

It isn't ever so often that Silver sees himself in a dream. Most dreams that he slips into often concerned other people. He has seen Ace dream of a tyrannical Riddle chaining said student to his desk to finish his homework. There was an instance where Silver hid with Leona to escape the notorious hunter from Pomefiore. Silver has also spent a handful of dreams watching Jamil make a mockery out of poor Kalim in his power-driven fantasies. Maybe once, he has seen himself in a few dreams concerning his own dorm members, but this was the first time he had ever waltzed into yours.

He had followed your dream-like figure into the heart of the forest, stalking quietly within the shadows. A part of him knew that it was unnecessary to make such an effort to leave your dream undisturbed, considering that most people do not remember those dreams once they wake.

And yet, he cannot help but play the role of the knight tonight. Even when you are only dressed in your sleepwear, the light of the moon slipping through the trees tells of your beauty.

He wonders where you are going, what you sought in these woods. You appear secretive, constantly taking glances back as if you knew you were being followed. Hiding amongst the trees and the foliage, Silver maintains the secret unbeknownst to you. When you finally pause, the moonlight is cast over another figure now and Silver's eyes are wide with shock.

An imitation of him stands before you now, dressed in prince-like regalia. The fake smiles at you who merely croons at the touch of its hand against your cheek. "I'm not supposed to speak to strangers," You breath out and Silver is frozen behind the tree that hides his figure, unable to turn away as the imitation takes your hand, the other around your waist.

"—but we have met before." It murmured, commencing the start of the dance as he hums a tune native to Briar Valley.

Something stirs within Silver's chest as he watches you smile so endearingly at his imitation. If this was your dream, this manifestation of him was certainly your doing. Only then do the events of the recent week crash down on him like Deuce's pots, hammering each implication further down his throat at a time. Even beyond the strange doings of his dormmates, it answers enough of your own behaviors as well.

Had he really been that oblivious to his own heart as well?

And so, when the fake finally releases you into a spin, Silver takes no chances to leave the shadows and replace his fake who continues to hum from afar.

Your eyes were fluttered shut when you feel a set of hands intertwine with your own. A breath brushes against your ear, the faint scent of the briar roses flooding your senses. "Prefect," Your eyes snap awake from alarm, startled by the voice. Someone was still humming, and that prince-like version of Silver barely smiles at you before dissipating into the moonlight.

Still, there are a pair of hands clasping yours. You immediately turn, and your heart stops at the sight of Silver boring his eyes onto yours. "Ah—!" It is instinct to immediately pull away, but he doesn't let you. He holds onto an arm, and leans himself forward towards you with that soft gaze. He is nothing but soft with you, rather than stern and withdrawn as some others would describe him to be.

Silver is smiling at you, almost in an assuring manner. "I'm sorry, Prefect. I didn't mean to startle you." His words are just as honeyed as he was, and it threatens to reel you back into his chest. And you do, lulled in by the pale moonlight that emphasized his auroral gaze. You aren't shy as you were during the day, he notes to himself. There is still some hesitancy in your eyes as you are pressed against his chest, a hand trailing over his chest up to his clavicle.

He returns the gesture as he lowers his head to your ear. "Is it true, Prefect?" Silver murmured, and all it does it send shivers down your spine. "What is?" You seek for more, but he does not give it to you. You liken him to a true knight who had sworn oaths as he acts as your wall, for you to lean onto but to never cave in. You want him to cave, to collapse, to crumble onto you, and he knew it. "That you long for my heart," He breaths out, and you feel a hand snake up your back to play with the ends of your hair.

You peer up at him with glossy eyes, obscured by this dreamy-like haze. "And what if I do?" You whispered, oddly overcome by a sense of bravado. Silver continues to look down at you, allowing his free hand to cup your cheek.

"Then I would be the greatest fool to have never known to reciprocate them sooner." Your breath hitches as Silver stares you down, and you find your own hands gripping the collar of his dress shirt. "Forgive my obliviousness, Prefect. I will do anything to earn your heart properly." A true servant Silver was, even more so to the whims of his own heart.

Certainly, he felt even weaker when you tug him closer to you. "Anything?" In turn, he finds himself restraining his own hand from crashing your lips against his own. It was almost as if all tension that he hadn't noticed before had begun to pound at his brain. Certainly, this had to be vengeance for everything you had to put up with since you fell for him for the first time.

"Show me what you truly feel, Silver."

He wastes no time in pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. It is soft, gentle as he always was with you. With all the benevolence of a prince, Silver does not immediately pull away. With his eyes fluttered shut, he molds himself into your shape with the most careful of presses, taking in your bottom lip between his own.

If he remained there any longer, he is certain to entrap you. Silver knows himself well enough to know that he was far from a prince. He was weak, and knows that you can easily abuse that weaknesses with merely a glance. His silver eyes are trained onto yours, and eventually, remain fixated onto your now rosy lips. How he feels even weaker when your arms wrap his neck, pulling him down towards you again.

It takes a moment for him to realize that perhaps, you most definitely suited Night Raven College for how wicked you could be sometimes.

"Show me again, please."

And how could he ever say no to you?

Silver knows what you are looking for when you are the one to drag him close, to press yourself against him this time as if you were the one making a demonstration. That is not to say he dislikes it, not with the way he hungrily gasps into your mouth without any thought to leave.

"Silver," He whispers your name in return before he manages to find his way back to your lips, lost in the way your hands had entangled themselves into his hair. You tug even harder when he attempted to pull away for air, and he groans. In the short moment his eyes open, he finds himself challenged by the amount of force you are using on him. Finding enjoyment in this struggle of power, he flexes his muscles as he envelops you into his arms, pushing you again and again until he wrestled the control from your hands.

Backed against a tree, Silver continues to steal your breaths as he towers and gently prompts you downwards. He does not even realize that the first few buttons of his dress shirt have already been buttoned, and you had found yourself leeching onto his warmth by snaking your hand across his shoulders. The other is holding his own now, guiding it to your waist and you are on the verge of begging for more and more.

You cannot help but whine when he pulls away, breaking away from your greedy whims to keep him against your lips. The way his leg is wedged in between your own is calculated, and Silver smiles victoriously at your entrapment. Still, he is far from arrogant and he dares to press a sweet kiss against your cheek before he moves towards your ear.

"You know my heart, Prefect." He murmurs, his teeth barely brushing against the shell of your ear. "You know it, once upon a dream."

And it ends with a sharp ray of sunlight filtering in through the window, and the sound of Grim crying for you to awaken from slumber.

Your ears are still glowing red from the faint memory of last night's dream. You cannot exactly recall what brought about that fantasy, let alone how fresh the dream still burns into your mind. It lingers in your mind as you sit in Trein's class. It still lingers as you grovel through Crewel's potion demonstrations, and it definitely hasn't left after you find yourself lost in the forest behind the campus. You never truly registered that you missed a turn to head to Ramshackle, not while you attempt to recall the way Silver's breath felt down your neck.

Much to your sadness, it was only a dream to feed your delusions. This crush of yours was bound to drive you insane if you did not take care of it and confess to him soon.

That was if you ever got out of the forest. Grim just had to be stuffing himself full of tuna at the mess hall, but at least he wouldn't be making fun of you for being so absentminded.

You were probably going to make it out alive. There were more than enough people on campus who would easily find you. There was the beastmen and their keen noses, not to mention Rook who seemed to be scarily good at tracking down people. You sigh to yourself, running a hand through your hair.

It'd be nice if Silver was the one who rescued you instead.

"Prefect," Speaking of which, you could easily detect his voice among a crowd. Immediately washing off your flustered disposition, you turn around and grin at the silver-haired student who was making his way through a bush. "Silver!" Your voice is cheery, almost as if you weren't having a complete meltdown over a dream. "What brings you here?"

You immediately take notice of Silver's companions; a bird perched on his finger, followed by a squirrel, a skunk, and a young deer at his leg. "A few friends told me that a friend was in need of rescuing." You chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of your head. Suddenly, maybe being found by Rook was a lot better than dying of embarrassment in front of your crush. Nonetheless, spending time with Silver was always better than dying in a corner of your room just because your feelings refused to be known.

"I suppose I did get lost." You stammer before beaming at him, seemingly relieved by the prospect of being found. "—but you came to rescue me! My savior!" You comically gasp, feigning the appearance of a damsel in distress. Silver chuckles at your theatrics, allowing the animals to disperse into the forests before he stepped closer to you. "I'd rather it be me than anyone else, really." The implication is lost on you as you laughed nervously, lightly jabbing his arm in jest.

"Careful there, Silver. You're starting to sound like a prince from the tales."

You pause as Silver takes another step closer, almost tethering the borders of your own personal bubble. "There is a famous tale known in Briar Valley. Are you familiar with the Tale of the Sleeping Princess?" You look at him, perplexed by that little glint in his eye that reminds you of Lilia. "I've heard variations of it." You breathed out.

"You must be aware that she was cursed into a deep sleep. To break the curse, she must be given a kiss of true love." You should be nervous, but oddly enough, this sense of closeness felt natural. You nod in acknowledgement before shrugging in your confusion. "A prince woke her up, didn't he? But they have never met before, and she chose to wed him at the end of the story."

There is a knowing smile on Silver's face as he hummed in agreement. "I'd say that they had met before, just as we had."

Before you can even decide to die of embarrassment on the spot, he had already closed the gap as he did once before. Silver gentle hand had brushed against your cheek, and his long hair tickles your skin as he lowers himself to your ear.

"And you know my heart," He murmurs so quietly, but it sends flutters into your chest nonetheless. You croon into his palm, sighing softly before rising to your toes. "From where?" You ask him, and he swiftly leans downwards to lay upon a gentle kiss onto your lips for the first time.

"Once upon a dream."

[zevrra]

Hello! I was hoping to request something for Gaara with his wife reader? Like them making up from their first real argument and it gets NSFW?

needy—

tags: suggestive content, 18(+), slight nsfw, naruto, gaara x fem!reader, short & sweet, anon request

creator notes: sorry this is for one, so short! and for two, sorry it took me a little while to respond/finish! i started writing it and was several paragraphs in before i realized i was writing something else completely unrelated to your request so i had to start over aaaaa!!!! so so sorry about that but i hope you enjoy! thanks for requesting!

It didn’t take a genius to figure out he had been avoiding you. Anytime you’d reach for his hand, he’d pull away just far enough so you didn’t touch him. And when he did let you touch him, during any moment of intimacy, he broke all of it off after mere moments. Claiming he was tired and needed to go to bed early for some meeting in the morning.

You had been married to Gaara for a year or so now so it wasn’t as if you two were teenagers sneaking around anymore. It was frustrating but mostly strange to you. His actions made you second guess yourself. What if he was rethinking your relationship? What if he was falling out of love for you? So many emotions and thoughts ran through your head on the daily but today you were getting answers. Even if it was going to be a hard pill to swallow you had to know what was being done wrong.

And as soon as he got home from his work that day, you confronted him.

“Welcome home. We need to talk,” You say, trying your best to put on a brave face and voice.

Gaara looks at you with his usual gentle face. He’s hesitant for a moment, as if he knows what is coming, before he settles into a chair at the kitchen table.

“What’s been going on recently?” You ask. His eyes avoid you. Shame written on his face.

“It’s nothing,” Gaara whispers. His colder tone makes your gut twist.

“Nothing?” You scoff. “I think avoiding me for as many days as you have been isn’t ‘nothing’.” You mutter, irritated.

Silence falls between you two. Which is not unusual but this silence is painful. Thick and suffocating. Not the usual calming, healing silence you two share. This silence made your heart race far too fast.

“Is it me?” You ask in the coldest tone you can muster. “Have I done something wrong? Am I not enough?” You speak harsh words. Yet they’re the words that have haunted the back of your thoughts for days now. Souring the image of yourself inside and out.

Gaara jerks at the words. He looks at you in pure disbelief as if he can’t understand what you mean. “No-“

He tries to stop you but the floodgates have already opened. All of your feelings and your thoughts pour out of your mouth like rainwater. Tears fall when you try your best to will them away but it doesn’t help. You sob into your hands as Gaara moves to your side.

He’s no longer hesitant as he wraps his arms around you. Lifts you into his chest in a warm embrace. Hugs you so gently it makes you hiccup.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles into your hair. Apologizing like his life depended on it. He smooths loose strands of your hair away from your face. Wipes the tears from your cheeks and eyelids. All while he kisses the crown of your head. It was more affection you’ve received from him in weeks and it damn near broke your heart all over again. “I’m so sorry.”

You quiet your sobs. Breathing in deep in the hopeful comfort of your husband’s arms. One of his hands moves to clasp at your neck, using a finger against your jaw to lift your gaze to his.

“It’s not you.” He whispers. A kiss is placed on your forehead. “You’re amazing. Truly perfect, my dear.” He adds with a quiet chuckle. His thumbs swipe across your cheeks to collect whatever trail was left behind by your tears.

You sniffle. You must look like a horrible mess right now but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you. As if a fire has broken out inside of him, he kisses you with every ounce of passion he’s ever had. Tears threaten to spill once again at the first kiss you’ve two have shared in such a long time but he pulls away before that can happen.

“I want you so bad.” Gaara admits with a shy look on his face. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip. “From the moment I wake up, I want you more than anything,” He whispers under his breath as he soothes circles into your skin. Touching you so delicately like you might disappear. “It scares me how badly I want you. And I’m…just nervous my feelings will run wild and I’ll end up—hurting you.” He mumbles, glancing away from your gaze.

You suddenly realize he means the sentient sand that is always at his disposal. Sand that acted on its own sometimes and he was so worried about it hurting you he tried to keep his distance. All because of his love for you.

Your own emotions overcome you as you kiss him in response. Arms wrapping around his neck with ease as his own wrap around your waist. And now he holds onto you for dear life. Touching every inch of your skin he has so desperately craved but had been so hesitant to reach for. All while kissing you like it might be the last time. Passionate, eager, and hungry.

You two had some catching up to do.

“To bed?” You mouth against his lips between kisses.

He breaks ever so slightly, a red blush to match his hair spreads across his face. “Are you sure?” He responds. Shy even as his hands, body, and soul yearns to devour you.

God you loved him.

“Oh, I’m more than sure.” You whisper, capturing his lips once more.

Without another word, Gaara is pushing you along to your shared bedroom. Eager to make up for his wrongdoings by giving you enough pleasure to make you forget every negative feeling you've ever imagined.

[flametrashiraarchive]

Hi, it says your requests are open! Can I request a nsfw scenario for Giyuu and his crush going to a public bath house, and the receptionist mistakes them for a couple so they have to share a bath.. hehe.. and he gets a boner and tries to hide it?

thanks and feel free to ignore im kind of embarrassed aaaa

AAAAA THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN! Thank you for being my very first ask! I hope you enjoy!

I'll try to work on the other asks tomorrow too! Thank you so much!

NSFW under the cut...

Bathing with Giyuu 💦

You've traveled with the water hashira long enough to know when his quiet stoicism slips into panicked silence. 

To the uninitiated, Giyuu's facial expression is one of dead calm, but his deep blue eyes give away far more than he realizes, and right now he's shitting himself. 

"It'll be fine," you sigh, standing shivering in your yukata. It's morning and the sun has barely begun to warm the world up. "I won't peek. We'll just bathe, get out, and never speak of this again."

You're mostly trying to assure him, but there is a little part of you that's nervous too. It's just a simple mixup; the lady running the bathhouse just mistook you for a married couple and sent you to the same private onsen. And if the pair of you weren't so damn introverted you could probably have the mistake rectified fairly quickly, but the thought of the awkwardness and the apologies... no this is somehow simpler.

Giyuu is already in the bath, submerged up to his shoulders, the steam and clear water doing very little to obscure his… everything. 

He sighs as you shiver and says flatly, "Fine. Get in. But if you tell anyone about this, especially the other hashira…"

"My lips are sealed… turn around."

He does as you ask, turning his back and lowering himself until his chin is touching the water. He stares at the rocks surrounding the edge pool as if they're the most interesting thing in the world.

Your heart races as you slip off your yukata and leave it hanging from a nearby tree. As desperate as you are for this bath, and as much as you tried to brush it off, it is a little weird to be naked with Giyuu.

You quickly get into the water. It only reaches your bellybutton, but you can crouch and fully submerge your body just like he's doing. "Okay, I'm in." 

You expect his shoulders to relax but if anything they get more tense. What little you can see of his face is bright red. "Ugh this was a bad idea."

"It's fine! Come on Giyuu, we've been traveling and fighting demons for days without a break. Everything hurts. I need this bath. If it's so awful sharing with me then you can always get out."

He shakes his head firmly, still looking away. "No. Absolutely not."

"Okay well… let's not make a big deal out of it." It is pretty fun to annoy him so you tease a little. "We're just two unmarried friends, bathing together…naked. Nothing weird about it."

He brings his hand out of the water to pinch the bridge of his nose. You brace yourself for his exasperated reprimand, but in the same heartbeat as he opens his mouth to speak you hear something. You sense movement behind you. 

He hears it too and the pair of you instinctively stand, both on high alert. After days of fighting for your lives against demons, neither one of you can fully relax yet. It takes a moment to realize it's daytime. The demons are all hiding from the sun. You're safe. Your yukata just slipped down from the tree branch.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you turn your head to face him. "Probably just a squirr- oh god!!"

You're naked. He's naked. The water is waist deep on you but he's taller…

And God, he's rock-fucking-hard.

He doesn't speak. He just releases a panicked grunt, attempts to cover himself with both hands, fails to conceal it fully, and dips down to hide beneath the water. 

And you just freeze as your heart lunges against your ribs. That image is burned into your mind forever; his lean, muscular body… the way it curved. The veins…

"Sit down!" He says finally. 

You bring up your arm to cover your tits. "Oh! Right."

As you submerge your body in the water. You're facing each other, both bright red, unable to make eye contact. Your heart is racing and you're pretty sure his must be too.

You're the first to break, your eyes sliding across to him. The corner of your mouth tugs upward.

"Not a word," he whispers.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Giyuu's eyes flicker to you and then away again. 

You can't hold it anymore. A laugh sputters out of you. "We're so ridiculous."

His well-practiced stoicism starts to falter, and a faint smile curves his lips. "Yeah. We are, aren't we?" 

It feels good to laugh; days of tension and exhaustion slip away, rising with the steam of the onsen. And it feels even better to laugh with him. 

[liliewrites]

aaaaa hello there! I'm new to your blog and I gotta say that u got a hottest way to write fics and I NEED to request a such good writer like you :::]

So there's been a fic scenario stuck on my head for when since I've been simping for arlecchino and I'd like to request it now that is 🏳️‍🌈 month: I imagine a school au where fem!reader is in the same class as arle and reader can't get along with her at all! So one day, teacher and classmates was talking about pride month and sexuality, she starts saying about that gay/lesbian/bisexuality(etc) are something ridiculous and that she doesn't agree with it, but it was all a lie as she hid the fact that she was a complete lesbian whose been obsessed with reader for long time😍, and when one day, reader was going somewhere in the highschool, we find arle pleasuring herself in a private place from school thinking about reader(u can decide where, idm) and reader caught her by accident, so she got all embarrassed but instead of pushing reader away, she just pulls reader in the same room as her as she confesses every feeling and well... You know what happens next ;)

Idk if it's too much to ask about adding scissoring, but I'd like that act to happen in the fic 🥺 ofc no forcing tho. Sorry if it's long! This was just my scenario, feel free to modify it as much as you want :) aND again, love ur writing sm 💕

HELLOOO ANONNN:DD THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGG AND THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY FICS!! IT'S AN HONOR REALLYYY:)) I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!! eat well, anonn:D arlecchino will be referred to as peruere here, btw! as i find the name peruere cute and better suited for younger depictions of her:))

-warning/s ; slight homophobia, filthy ass smut, public sex, students (but to keep it safe, they'll be written as college/senior high students in mind.)

-pairing/s ; arlecchino x fem!reader

(men and minor please dni utc)

you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you weren't even sure how you heard their conversation. you were just minding your business, when you heard peruere and another one of your classmates' conversation.

"hey pers, have you heard of that silly little pride month thing?"

".. i have, but i do not wish to engage with it. homosexuality is nothing but a disgusting display of animalistic tendencies."

"sheesh. i gotta agree with you though. them gay people are weird. say you know that.. alhaitham guy? i heard he was.."

you immediately moved away as far as you could to not hear anymore of their conversation. you didn't want to hear anymore of this, it made your stomach churn since you weren't straight yourself. your impression of your two classmates turned a bit more sour. you made a mental note to be more weary of peruere since she seemed to be more negative regarding people like you.

but why was it..

why was it that you found yourself in quite the predicament?

after a few days from that awful conversation you heard that which you desperately tried to rip off of your mind. you were part of the group of students that were tasked to clean the classroom after class, but as pesky as your classmates were, they all slipped through your teacher to skip cleaning duty and you were the only one left. with an irritated sigh, you headed to the bathroom to grab the cleaning supplies from the closet.

"mm.. ngh.."

you immediately froze as soon as you stepped in. surely, your ears were fooling you..? yet you heard it again, a moan. you didn't know whether to be scared or embarrassed. your feet were glued to the ground, you were scared to accidentally disturb the person who was.. well, doing their own business.

"a-ah.. y/n.."

your eyes widened. you knew to whom that voice belonged to. why was she, peruere, moaning your name?

you felt like you were shaking in your own shoes. you felt conflicted as to what to do right now, you knew you had to leave- but you just couldn't run away. you shook your head, no, you had to.

as you turned to leave for the door, you just had to trip over the broom you forgot you were holding in your hands. you fell to your front, a loud thud echoing throughout the bathroom- oh you are definitely dead now.

"who's there??"

you immediately got up and grabbed your stuff, but you heard the last stall's door click open. you fumbled, extremely panicked now as you knew she saw you. ".. oh, it's you."

"you heard me, didn't you?"

your felt your breath get stuck in your throat, but you shook your head. "no, i-i didn't know you were even here, i'm sorry.."

with a click of her tongue, you knew she knew you were lying. she grabbed you by the shoulder, making you face her with a pissed expression on her face. "you're lying." she said with a cold tone, her intense gaze casted upon you in a menacing way. "i-i won't tell anyone, i promise-"

your brain had shut off as she leaned in to kiss you.

her lips pressed against yours, her hand on your shoulder gripping on to you so tightly that you couldn't move away. she leaned back, pushing you against the bathroom sink. "shut up. you're being too loud. other people will hear us." she whispered in your ear as she leaned back in. her hands tightly gripped your hips, lifting you up to sit on the sink. "i'm sorry, sweet thing.. but can you blame me? you're such a pretty little doll." she whispered against your neck, causing chills to run up and down your spine as she leaned in to her lips against your skin again and again. "i-i thought.. you were against same sex relationships, peruere?" you said in between little breaths, gasping everytime she nibbled a little on your skin. you grasped on her shoulders, trying to ground yourself and not get too lost in the midst of her peppering kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"it was all a fluke. i didn't want to let them know that you had me wrapped around your pretty little finger."

she mumbled as she licked on your skin, just under your jaw before biting down, not too hard to actually hurt you but with just enough pressure to make you feel her teeth sink into you. she immediately covered your mouth, muffling your loud gasp. for a moment, you caught an embarrassed look on her face as she leaned back for a moment to catch her breath. "you're.. just too pretty. i like you, but we've never talked. so i always thought i didn't have a chance with you." she confessed, before kissing your cheek. her sudden switch made you see a more endearing side to her, and it just made you want to give in more and more to her.

"oh, but who cares.. you've already caught me. might as well make you mine."

she pulled away, wiping her lips. drool was dripping down her lips. she looked like a starved woman, hungry for you. the sight made you throb with need.

"if you want this, that is." she said as she then pulled away. panicked, you grabbed her wrist, pulling her in to press your lips against hers.

peruere was obviously surprised, but she immediately gave in and kissed back with equal, if not more, fervor. you were leaning back against the mirror, with her in the middle of your thighs as you both relished in the feeling of being pressed against each other. her heart was practically leaping in joy, seeing you want her just as much as she wanted you.

"f.. fuck, you're so pretty, so.."

she looked at you with mesmerized eyes, her hand trailing down from your hips to make it's way to go under your skirt and grip your thighs. for a moment, you forgot you were in public and had leaned in to chase for her lips once again, but she avoided it. confused and left needing for more, you looked at her with pleading eyes. she only chuckled, finding your eagerness so damn adorable.

"not here, sweet thing, we won't have any privacy. fix yourself up, let's head to the classroom. we can lock the door there."

as she separared from you to pick up the cleaning supplies. you couldn't help but pout, but you knew she had a point. so you hopped off the counter and fixed your uniform. you then went over to her, offering to help her with carrying the stuff, but she simply dismissed you with a straight face. "no, it's fine. i'll carry this for you."

you nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat. peruere was such a mystery to you, but it made you want to know more about her.

you both left the bathroom, trying to act as normal as possible- well, at least you were. peruere had a totally calm expression on her face, while you were a silent and flustered mess. as you both walked through the hallways, your homeroom teacher saw the both of you.

"oh! peruere, how nice of you. i'm so glad you volunteered to help. poor y/n here is always left alone to clean. i swear, those little brats deserve to be taught a lesson.."

she sighed, looking at you apologetically. "it's fine. i don't mind helping y/n out.. since she's helping me out too. if you may excuse us, teacher, we'll go ahead now.."

the teacher looked at you both with a sweet smile as she watched you both enter the classroom. "what diligent students, i swear, peruere and y/n are the only two good students i have.."

oh, but your teacher could never have been more wrong.

as soon as the door was shut and locked. peruere immediately pushed you down on a random desk, her hand wrapping around your waist to pull you in as close to her as possible as her lips returned to kissing your skin again, but she was more impatient and rougher this time. "peruere.. you're too.." you breathed out, she was more needy and hungry for you than earlier.

"shh, i'm going to help you.. but you have to help me out too.."

she grasped your hand, bringing it under her skirt. you were startled at her sudden boldness, but you could feel how wet and dripping she was through her underwear. "in fact, you caused this. so it's technically your responsibility.." she grumbled, before popping open the buttons of your shirt with haste. she stared down at your pretty chest, her hands pulling your bra up to let your pretty tits fall out. "p-peruere! this is.." you immediately covered your face, looking away as heat filled your body.

"hush, darling. the door is locked, but they can still hear us if they pass by.."

her lips immediately latched on to your tits, her tongue circling your now erect nipples slowly. with your hand covering your mouth to contain your moans, the other was on the back of her head, your fingers tangled in her hair as you held on to her tighter.

while her mouth was busy sucking your sweet tits, her hands forced your legs to spread even more open in front of her. you bit down on your hand, fighting back the urge to gasp and moan loudly at the sudden feeling of your clit being touched and rubbed by her fingers through your panties.

she pulled away from your tits with a pop, a bit of drool dripping down her chin once again as she grinned at you. "fuck- you're even more wet than me. you're quite literally dripping.."

as if to prove her point, she pulled your skirt down along with your underwear. the exposure to the cold air made your whole body shiver, but you felt even more embarassed to be out and exposed like this at school. "this is.. this is too much, peruere. what if someone sees us?" you asked, trying your hardest to resist the arousal pooling in your lower tummy, but you knew you couldn't fight it anymore.

"just keep your voice down, love. no one will come in.."

she also removed her skirt and underwear, completely leaving herself bare and naked like you. you couldn't help but stare, she looked so.. taunting. you wanted to just stuff your face in there and taste her. you gulped, and peruere noticed you staring at her. "you want to feel my pussy, don't you..?" she asked with a teasing voice. you threw all your known morals and dignity out the window, nodding desperately at her question. "please, peruere.. i can't take it anymore."

fuck. peruere wanted to tease you some more, but hearing you sound say please with that needy tone of yours had completely drived her over the edge.

she pulled you down from the desk, gently laying you down on the cold floor. it wasn't the best place to fuck in right now, but she needed you right here and right now. she carefully positioned herself on top of you, grabbing on to your leg for leverage.

"f-fuck, love.. you feel so good, so warm.."

she groaned as her clit made in contact with yours and no more than a minute, she had pressed herself against you and started moving her hips against you. "peruere, peruere.. it's so wet.." you moaned out, covering your mouth to muffle your moans again. you closed your eyes in pure ecstacy, the sensation of your pussy rubbing against hers and your clits just bumping into each other. it was far too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

"oh shit, doll... i-i can feel you throb against me.."

both of you were now struggling to contain your noises, so she pulled you up and leaned in to kiss you as she grinded her pussy against yours. both of you had no shame left, not caring whether you were in school or not anymore as you both chased your highs.

"shit- shit, peruere.. i-i'm about to-"

you whined as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breathe again. both of you were a panting mess, pressing against each other harder and harder. "let go for me, sweet thing. i-i'm about to cum as well.."

you bucked your hips against peruere, both of your movements were losing rhythm and were becoming erratic. the knot in your tummy was tightening, and without another second, everything turned white around you as you almost let out a strangled moan if peruere hadn't pressed her lips against yours.

she immediately wrapped her arms around you, catching you before you'd fall back to the floor and hurt yourself. as you felt yourself clench around nothing, you twitched and shivered in her arms, letting out fucked out whines against her neck. this was the first time you've felt such an intense orgasm where you've completely lost yourself to the pleasure, it almost made you cry. "shh, love. i got you.. i got you." she coaxed you, a bit caught off guard to how sensitive you are, but it was just another cute thing about you.

she then caught your lips in hers this time, but it was sweet and soft this time. it was such a different feeling from the earlier kisses you exchanged with her earlier.. but you liked it. you loved it.

as you finally calmed down in her arms, peruere pressed a kiss to your forehead and took off her blazer to wrap it around you. "go and rest for a little bit, love. i'll go clean us up and then i'll help you with cleaning up, okay?" her tone was more gentle now and it made your heart flutter once again just like earlier. "be rest assured, my love. i'll take good care of you.." she whispered as she pressed another kiss on your cheek, before getting up to grab some tissues from her bag to clean you up. from now on, you started to see peruere in a better light. maybe.. she wasn't so bad after all.

(little bonus hihi)

the next day, everyone was obviously stunned at the sight of you and peruere coming to school with your hands intertwined. ever since she had confessed to you, she refused to leave your side. of course, peruere is peruere. a top student with an apathetic expression on her face most of the time paired with a manner of speaking that may or may not have permanently scarred a few other students for life and to see her latching on to you, holding your hand and blatantly admitting that you were her lover when a few of the bolder students asked? they were baffled. a lot of students were too intimidated by her to say anything.. but you and her were a cute couple. i mean, it wasn't everyday that you got to see peruere smitten and blushing like she had a fever when you had suddenly kissed her on the cheek during lunch break when she handed you the bread you asked for.

[merakiui]

I need to hear more of the triple scara... plz??? (；人；)

Triplet Scaras my beloveds...... orz maybe it's stepcest where you're the only one who knows how to tell them apart, even when they dress the same in hopes of trying to fool you. Something something if you guess incorrectly, they get to ask for any favor (sex) from you (they've yet to trick you as you know your stepbrothers very well, but one day they'll get you).

AAAAA imagining Kabukimono happily and innocenting introducing you as his girlfriend/boyfriend/beloved partner when meeting new and old friends, only for all of them to later question that when they realize you're Kabu's step-sibling. He's definitely cuddling up to you in bed, insisting that the two of you sleep together because it's warmer and far more comfortable this way (also, your bed is soft and you smell so nice...)

The way Kunikuzushi (Scara) would absolutely seethe with anger seeing you hanging out with Zandik or Ajax or any of the others, really. He's such a hater!!! Like a vicious, territorial cat...... orz if he must pull you away from them and kiss you sloppily on the mouth to show them you have no interest, he'll do just that. :) establishing dominance with forced kisses like the freak he is. He bullies you when you fall apart on his fingers, as if he isn't the one stretching you open!! You can be a disobedient brat and keep your voice in as much as you want; it'll only entice him to work harder at getting you to break and make all those sweet sounds he knows you're capable of hehe.

And Kasacchi (Wanderer)!!!!!! Arguably a good balance between Kabu and Kuni. Just obsessive and possessive enough where it isn't suffocating, but also he genuinely cares for you beneath the tsundere behaviors. I like to imagine you're Kasacchi's emotional support animal in a way because he clings far more than Kabu does. He's just so attached to you and doesn't want to lose you. orz but then he's also a sneaky devil who will absolutely chase away any and all of your admirers. He's in constant competition with his brothers, all of them vying for your attention and affection.

[headkiss]

can u do aaaaa joel x reader fic where reader comes back from a long and hard patrol (they r in jackson) and reader takes a shower and Joel just knows something is up so he joins them?? not rlly smutty but more like fluff or hurt/comfort u know

hiii sorry it’s taken so long </3 i hope u like it 🫶 | 0.6k of fluff

It’s taken you and Joel a while to get to where you are. To Jackson, to letting yourselves be together, to knowing each other as well as you do out loud.

It was years of living in the same QZ, of becoming reluctant partners in smuggling, of agreeing to take Ellie across the country, of stolen glances and cuddling with the excuse of needing body heat. Years of falling in secret until it couldn’t be avoided anymore.

Now, you’re all in Jackson, you’re all as safe as you can be, and it’s not a secret anymore. You share a house with Joel, share a bedroom, a bathroom, a life, really.

You’ve gotten used to the routines in Jackson. This time, the patrol was different, a couple of clickers spotted closer than you’d expected, close enough to touch you. That hasn’t happened in a long time.

They’d been taken care of, you and your patrol partner unharmed, but it weighed on you nonetheless. The thought that you’ll never really be safe. So, when you got home, you headed straight to the bathroom to shower.

Joel heard you come in, he listens for it every time you leave. He heard you skip your boots off, head up the creaky stairs. Then, the shower running. It was an easy choice to follow the noise.

Now, he’s stepping into the bathroom, your clothes from the day tossed on the ground, the mirror starting to fog from the warmth of the shower. And again, it’s an easy choice to join you.

Joel’s used to you greeting him with a hug and a kiss when you come home, used to the smile on your face that you get when you see him, one that makes his heart stutter. Today was different.

He pulls back the shower curtain once he’s stripped, and you hear it, and you know it’s him, but you stay facing the water.

Your favorite pair of arms wraps around your waist, your back tugged to Joel’s chest, his lips falling to the top of your shoulder to push a kiss into your skin.

You don’t have to say a thing, he knows what you need, how to be there for you.

“Hi, honey,” he says against your shoulder. “Tough day?”

Your hands hold his arms to your stomach, like you’re trying to soak in the comfort they provide, scarred skin a reminder of all you’ve survived together.

“Yeah.” Joel lifts his head and hooks his chin over your shoulder as you speak. “Some clickers tore a bit of the fence. They’re gone now, and the fence is being fixed, but it scared me, you know?”

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay, Joel.” You twist in his arms, the water now hitting your back, your eyes finding his, brown eyes soft in a way they never used to be. “I guess I just forget that we’ll always be at risk, no matter where we are.”

“We’ve made it this far.” Calloused fingertips push a strand of wet hair from your cheek. “I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

Joel’s never been one to say too much, but you can tell by the way he says it that he means it. He says enough with the way his hands run up and down your sides.

“I know, Joel.” You drop your forehead to his chest, your hands pressed to his back. “I know.”

It’s the best he can ask for; you knowing that all he wants to do is take care of you, that it’s built into him to protect you. You know him well enough to know that his love is woven into it.

Joel Miller protects the ones he loves, and you’re no exception to that. If anything, you’re the first he’ll worry about.

He stands with you in the shower as long as you need, and even afterwards, he’s only ever a step behind you.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

I am going insane thinking about Forever and Philza for real for real. When I first saw them interacting I thought that getting atatched to these two would bring so much angst to lil old me but like they're one of the most solid friendships nowadays and it's so heartwarming to see that developing!

It's about how Forever saw Tallulah being attacked and killed right in front of him and the pain everyone went through when Bobby lost his last life and decided that no parent would go through that again. That his son would never be in that danger again.

It's about how they came suddenly into the island and quickly became an essencial part of everyone's life. I didn't follow Philza before but I can only imagine, like, there is that monster that is trying to kill your kids at any cost, just like the very island they were in. You couldn't trust the Federation and maybe you couldn't trust the others islanders too. Everything you had is your own strength and your intelligence and the determination to do anything you could to protect your kid, but in the end, the very act of fighting for their life could be the thing that kills them if in the heat of the battle they kids just get too close from your weapon.

That was the problem. And what could they do if not do their best to fight and get stronger and survive one more day?

Forever saw that. For me that is so crazy. He saw a problem that seemed like it didn't have a solution, like it was something that simply could not be helped and he just went 'nope' and made an entire system that took him hours and hours to not only protect his son, but the children of the entire island.

I just wonder if it was a breath of hope in the middle of that despair. I mean, of course everyone did a lot for the eggs, I could spend literal hours here describing how pretty much everyone in the island, in little or big ways, went out of their day/routine/plan to take care and spend time with their eggs, to wipe their tears or to just laugh and be silly together. This is also hope and this is also important. And the N.I.N.H.O? Bruh, it was the confirmation that even if the person wasn't good at fighting. Even if you weren't online. Even if someone was kilometers away from the fight, with just a button your kid would be safe and sound and far away from any attack.

And Forever gave that freely to everyone. I think that was The Moment to Philza. That crazy silly funny smart brazilian guy that followed him talking nonsense about love and an ex just saw all of their (and his too) pain and said "We're not going to go through that alone ever again."

The amount of care aaaaa. And now Philza gave him acesso to his base. To the place where his kids are and one of the places that he protects that most. And he never took it from Forever. NEVER. That is so crazy to me. I mean, picture with me:

That man is a full anarchist and not for a single moment he decided that Forever becoming the president is a reason to take him from his allow list. Not ever when he accepted the task from Cucorucho and everyone thought that he and the Federation were getting close.

Not even when Tallulah and Richas had that fight or during the entire Haply Pills Arc. !!!! Do you realize that! From the very first second that Philza decided to trust him he just Didn't Stop. Ever. Forever was going crazy smiling laughing and threatening everyone, refusing to listen about the eggs and he just said that Everything Would Be Okay, We're Going To Get Through This.

His enemy is the Federation and that blonde, crazy guy with a heart of gold is his friend, he is not going to steer away from his side. They flirt and make jokes and have serious conversations and Philza goes to him when he gets any important information and Forever asked about him every day since he woke up to thank him for not letting him alone. They could have the rockiest relationship ever but each time they see each other is so calm and fun and full of reassures that They Will Find The Eggs, Don't Worry, You Did Everything You Could.

Just. Them.

[mistercrowbar]

Starting playing BG3 a month ago, and I'm 130ish hours in. I run a DND club at the high school I teach at, and quite a few of my ceramics students/DND club kids have payed BG3. Make of that what you will given the age hah.

That said, I LOVE your boy's night/girl's night illustrations, and since I'd seen your Tav in a few pieces while trying to avoid spoilers, I thought they may have been a companion before I got too far. If the memes are appropriate, I've shared them to start convos with the kids and all. What I've seen of your comics is hilarious and wholesome, and make me smile. They've gone the rounds enough that my little nerdlings are even aware of your Tav's design, and I wanted to share that!

I know I'm late to the game and all, but would love if someone shared my work and it was so well received. Stay happy and healthy, and best of all to you!

Awuwauwauahwuahahauh i’m so honoured ;u; 💖💖💖 like it blows me away whenever someone leaves a tag saying my little guy is one of their fav tavs and to know there’s a bunch of high schoolers out there who enjoy the comics aaaaa that’s really awesome!

I;m so amused you thought he was a companion too aghdhjs maybe a tangent but i posted two variants of the Karlach Hugs piece online, one with Aldiirn and one without, and it warms my heart that i’ve mostly seen the version with him reposted.

i hope all your nerdlings keep having great d&d adventures and enjoy the comics to come! Thank you so much for sharing with me ;u;

[skinbeneaththeskull]

Heey, Can you write something about 80's!James X virgin reader?

Imagine him being so horny, trying to be slow not to scare you, but he Caaaaan't!!! Like, he's comforting and praising you while slowly moving and kissing you passionately.

HE IS SO BOYFRIEND 😭😭😭😭

AAAAA YES !! i saw something really similar to this on @stevenssticks acc but with Dave in his met days!! ill try my best because i've never done virgin stuff before and also check their acc out too if you haven't!! i love P's stuff so much holy good lord 😇🙏

somewhere near their 4-5th concert during the 80's they'd all put on some type of "meet and greet" typa thing and just pretend that their the shit even though they just started playing gigs. they'd only pick a few girls from the crowd who they had a thing for, probably around four so everyone could have one to themselves so it'd be fair and the boys wouldn't start bitching about it.

luckily, James picked you to come meet him and it was pretty much a dream because you thought he was the cutest one out of all of them, so you were glad enough to take up on the offer. you were kinda dragged out by your girlfriends anyways, but since you knew who he was in the band, you were fine.

everyone was going backstage as James came to get you and surprisingly he was a gentleman, taking your hand softly and flashing you a smile and sounding genuinely interested in you and not like you were some typa groupie. he was walking you to a lounge area where the rest of the boys took their girls as well, you and him sitting on the couch just making conversation, him throwing things out like, "what's your name, pretty thing?" and "gotta favorite song so far?" you could tell he was at least a little interested because of the looks he was giving you, looking like a patient puppy listening to you talk.

you kept talking and soon enough everyone ended their time with the other girls in the room, going home because they got bored, but James ended up staying there with you. it was confusing to you on why he stayed, but you were a little relieved.

James looked around the room for a moment before getting closer to you, putting a hand on your thigh.

"can i kiss you?"

he asked it out of the blue and you started to get a little nervous. of course you've kissed someone before, but the hand on your thigh kept moving higher and higher. you nodded anyways and kissed him, putting your hand on his cheek, caressing it. before you knew it. his hands were making their way under your shirt and to your waist, rubbing up and down on the flesh. he was soon making his way to the band on your skirt, tugging on it softly.

you pulled away, having a hard time looking James in the eyes because of the embarrassment, hoping it wasn't obvious that you were a virgin.

"what's wrong? why'd you stop, baby?"

he grabbed your face, caressing the shell of your ear, hoping he didn't do anything wrong. he was more confused than anything, trying to read your body language.

"oh uh- hey, listen.. i've kinda never done this before, please go slow?"

his eyes widened as his mouth drew agape. he was going to take your virginity, just thinking about it got him rock hard, him closing his legs to not draw attention to himself.

he nodded before tucking your hair behind your ears, kissing you softly again before going to your neck and sucking. your hand was on his head, keeping him in place as you let our soft hums of pleasure, "James," you huffed before he pulled away. he looked up at you and once the contact was gone you let out a whine.

"cmon, why don't you undress for me,"

he asked but it sounded more like a demand and you obliged, obviously. he was watching you strip and looked at every part of you, just mesmerized by your body. once you were in your bra and panties he got down to his boxers, his chest exposed now, "holy shit, you're beautiful.." he whispered softly, soon kissing you again.

his hands crept up on you again, making their way to your panties and finally making their way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles which made you squirm. your bodies were on top of each other and you could feel the hardness of himself clothed and pressed against your thigh.

he pulled himself out of his boxers, starting to jerk himself off, but you replaced his hand. he cold temperature of your hand made him shudder before he started thrusting up into your palm.

"when can i put it in you, baby??"

he was getting needier by the second, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable enough before he did anything too much.

you pulled away and pulled your panties off, pushing the blonde off of you and down onto the couch. straddling him, you rubbed yourself on him, giving him a pussy job, just teasing him. he held your hips a little tightly before rubbing them. he looked up at you with pleading eyes, just wanting to be able to fuck you right there and then.

"okay.. you can do it now,"

once he heard that confirmed yes, he immediately flipped positions. your legs were wrapped around his hips as his tip lined up with your cunt, pushing in easier because you were already wet. he looked down at you, holding one of your hands, them interlocked with eachother, "you okay, baby? does it hurt?" you shook your head and soon he started to thrust.

god, it was overwhelming for the both of you. you couldn't even fathom how you could handle James with his size and how he could even enjoy this because you were so tight. you both loved it though, your voices getting louder and louder together. he was moaning about how good you felt around his cock and from all the praises and stimulation you thought you were already cumming, "you're so- so.. tight. feels so good!" he groaned before going faster, holding your hips down and just plowing himself in and out of you while you became more vocal.

this man could be the death of you from how good he was making you feel, "you close, baby? go on, cum on my cock, you can do it.. fuck baby.." he sped up until you came and squirted all over him which just turned him on even more.

"just a little longer, okay? you're doing so well for me, pretty girl"

the thrusting tried to slow, but he couldn't help himself and just ended up fucking you like you were the last person on earth, your body shaking as you kept moaning his name, he finally came. of course he pulled out and came all over your thighs and stomach because he didn't want to risk anything.

he bent down to kiss your lips and tried catching his breath, "my god, you're so fucking good. can't believe that was your first time" he chuckled before kissing you on the forehead.

"sorry if i was too much, but get dressed, im starving. why not treat my girl out?"

he smiled as he helped you get your clothes back on, then his. he carried you out to his car and drove you to the nearest diner to have a nice meal with you <33

[nipuni]

Doctor Who status report! Writing these I'm realizing I only ever feel compelled to share my opinions on media when they are positive lmao makes for rather boring commentary probably!! but I only care to share the things I love, I would be a lousy critic 😆

We are half way through S7 and I can say now that S6 was a big improvement from S5 for us! It was really fun! we have been rating every episode and keeping season average scores and S5 was the lowest we ranked so far out of all but it was still enjoyable honestly! Someone in the comments in one of my reports mentioned that each doctor's first season is usually their worst one and I'm also noticing this! I think Ten's first season was his lowest ranked out of his three for us too even though all his run was super high. Matt seems more comfortable in his doctor's portrayal by now and he is also more goofy which I personally always love 🥰

S6's arc had us terrified and puzzled the whole time it was very engaging!! and some of the episodes were devastating like "The girl who waited" and just everything about River Song always, The Silence creatures are so unnerving and cool and it had a ton of really classic episodes with great concepts. We were kind of disappointed with "the doctor's wife" episode though I'm a bit mad about it because I feel it had some great ideas but the way some elements were handled ruined it for us (mainly the Tardis's whole characterization and the Doctor's reactions to the situation felt so flat and out of character it was weird) so much wasted potential! but overall it was a great season!

Then S7 so far we watched up to "The bells of saint john" and our favourite has been "The angels take Manhattan" we love the concept of the Weeping angels and this one was terrifying and back to their original lore! and the ending was so unexpected! We also met Clara and I love her too honestly I'm terrible at rating companions because I love them all I think they all bring something new and special to the story I end up loving everyone 😭 We have seven episodes left with Eleven ahhhh time to suffer another regeneration soon!!

About the writing I think as we watched we grew more used to the differences and they became less jarring, though when I think back to the RTD era I feel I loved it because of the writing while now I sometimes I feel that I love it despite the writing, if that makes any sense? I still do love it but it feels like wrestling with Moffat a bit! lmao. He gets a bit repetitive and too on the nose and ..weird about women and overly grandiose at times still but now we know to expect it 🤣

Also another unrelated observation but we feel that Eleven seems younger than Ten in many ways. I know their personalities are supposed to change and they are not necessarily linear but it's something curious we both noticed! And Eleven is such a clingy soft little man!! baby!! very cute!! I love him I'm excited to see how the change to Twelve is going to feel!! I have no idea what to expect from Twelve I'm so curious!!

We are consuming this series so fast and we don't want it to end!! 😭 I have such a gigantic backlog of art I want to make about it by now, I keep thinking of ideas as I go and I don't have the time to draw them yet because of work!! AAAAA the moment I meet the last of my current deadlines it's over for you all!!

Anyway that was very long I'll go make dinner and watch some more 🥰 I hope you all have a good night and a great start of the week!

[dangermousie]

Ok, so far here are the cdramas rumored for the fall that I have any interest in, from most to least:

Kill Me Love Me (November) - you’ve seen those positively unhinged trailers, and both Wu Jinyan and Liu Xueyi look to be on fire (plus on a purely shallow front, few other actors do it for me the way they do.)

Snowy Night Timeless Love (October) - the rumor for this airing came out of nowhere so who knows but a tragic wuxia romance and my faves Li Qin and Zeng Shunxi and the trailer is stunning. Plus it’s based on a novel by the author of Listening Snow Tower and I loved that one.

The Story of Pearl Girl (October) - this barely misses to the previous two in terms of anticipation and only does so because the narrative of “underdog FL rises to prominence through commence” has been done a lot lately and often done in a way that doesn’t truly satisfy me. But the trailer is great, I adore Zhao Lusi, and the fact that this reunites her with Liu Yuning (and this time he looks even hotter!) is AAAAA!

Reborn (October) - a modern! It’s not the end of the world, I promise. The trailer looked intense and angsty not like the usual fluffy moderns I can’t stand and I am a big fan of Zhang Jingyi now.

Guardians of the Dafeng (November) - this one is high risk but potentially high reward. Best case scenario? They pull off another Joy of Life - funny and ahistorical but also dark and smart and moving. I think the chances of that are slim - Wang Hedi, though I will always have a soft spot for him because of CLJ, is no Zhang Ruoyun, plus JoL is a miracle that was almost impossible to replicate unless you get the same brilliant combo of perfect writing, directing and acting. But what if….

The Rise of Ning (October) - if this was rumored before I finished LYF2 or Are You the One dropped, I’d be way more excited. By the end AYTO finished, I was getting irritated just seeing Zhang Wanyi’s face anywhere. (Yes there is such a thing as too much exposure esp when that exposure is in stuff that raises my blood pressure.) Srill I did like the trailer back before all this mess and this has the advantage of FL being played by Ren Min who I adore and not WCR who I cannot stand. And ZWY is a decent actor in the abstract if I can manage not to think about his past roles and his overexposure. So here is hoping.

Brocade Odyssey (??? Fall) - I had little interest in this (I genuinely have no interest in dramas centering on cloth industries esp when they must be bland enough to be allowed to air on TV) and that was before that utterly snooze worthy MV they dropped and one of the secondaries getting into a pimp/tax scandal which apparently resulted in them cutting him as much as they could which means the story will be even more of a mess than it was likely to be otherwise. I might check this out out of trainwreck syndrome but I expect nothing.

Echo of Her Voice (Sept 22) - if there was ever a drama trailer designed to make me hurl, this was it. Add in the fact that the ML actor seems to have a knack for being in dramas that never work for me and the fact that it’s set in (haha really) “school” - no thank you!

[yandere--stuck]

nosramus's relationship headcanons, maybe? 🫶 idk if you write for them, but if not, ok!!

but speaking sincerely with all my heart; i've been following your blog for a while, and i'll tell you-- i sincerely love your writing, like really - very really !! i giggle and do 10 spins in my room when you post about my favorite characters (or characters i don't even know, 🤭🤭) maybe that sounds not honest ((i don't even know)), but i really mean it.

AND

hope you have a good night/or day (or whatever time is) !!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so so much!!! That's so sweet of you to say and I'm so glad you enjoy my works aaaaa ;w; it means a lot!!

I hope you have a great day/night yourself and that these are good <3

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🤍 Immortality is both a blessing and a curse, Nosramus has found. Though she finds enjoyment and purpose in her studies and in the mundanity of life, even within the dungeons of Fear and Hunger, this has also led her to a life of loneliness. Many days spent with only herself for company. Her guard is there, of course, but he's not really much for company. It's even manageable most days. But the longer the future stretches out in front of her, the more the chasm in her heart where others had once touched deepens and darkens further.

💛 Such isolation gives her cause to look into different areas of study - such as The Soul. Everyone is born under a specific Soul type that will shape who they are and how their life will play out. Less understood, however, is that concept of a Soul Mate. The idea of one Soul bearer having one (or more) Souls that are naturally attracted or drawn toward one particular Soul type or even particular individual that bears a particular Soul type that seems to inherently click with another's. Once, she had thought she found them. But, she was wrong. She was betrayed and forgotten. In the end, they were the worse for it and Nosramus, in the grand scheme of things, was far better off. Still, she was left scarred by deception. To be alone was better than being hurt again in such a way. It was better for a long, long time. But now, the darkness and isolation of the catacombs have become almost too much to bear. She can feel her Soul call out for the touch of another.

🤍 Brave adventurer, what is it you seek? Her, perhaps unknowingly…? Why else could Nosramus feel you within the halls? Your footfalls echoing through her head, the brightness of your spirit felt pulsing in her own Soul. A feel of giddiness makes her entire body shake. She can't concentrate on her studies. She can't even hold a cup of tea steady without shaking. She sees flashes of you in her enlightened mind's eye. So desperate is Nosramus to see you in the flesh. Is this what it feels like to meet your one and only? A part of Sylvian's design perhaps. The anticipation and impending doom of meeting who you are meant to be one with. Nosramus can't help to distract herself much longer, nearly running from her laboratory as she feels you enter the mines.

💛 Don't be afraid. She can see you from the shadows. She will wait as long as you need to step into the light and see her. Nosramus tries to keep her smile from widening too greatly. She introduces herself. Tries to ignore the burning sensation in her very being. Extends a hand out to you and tells you the kettles on. Care for a cup of tea? She smiles even as you hesitate. Of course you're hesitant, poor thing. All alone in such a place without her. How did you ever survive? When your hand slips into hers, Nosramus is nearly set ablaze from the inside-out. Oh, yes, she thinks she'll keep you.

🤍 As a show of good faith, Nosramus offers you to partake in her potions and peruse her tomes. Not like you'll be leaving with them. The home she's made feels so much more alive with you inside it. Like you were always meant to be here. Your voice is music to her ears. She implores you - why are you here, where are you from, who have you left behind, what do you love, what do you despise, what are your dreams and wishes. She sprawls down notes when she gets a moment between preparing your tea. Just the beginning of her study of you. When she sets your cup in front of you, she makes a show of giving her own a hearty sip. And by the time you've realized what's happened, you can barely keep your head up. Poor dear. 

💛 You must understand. Or, you will understand, eventually. Nosramus has been burned before. She wants to trust you, but can't quite yet. But, it's okay, pet. She will take care of you while you learn how much your meant to be. She can hardly be near you without touching you - holding your hand, stroking the top of your head, pressing soft kisses across your face. When she must rip herself away from you, her guard will watch over you. One day, you'll be free to be lucid when kept in her quarters, but not yet. She must show you that your Souls are meant to be one. She cannot wait for the day that Sylvian blesses your union and you finally do become One.

[sunbearsophia]

Sorry again for how few and far in-between my Tumblr posts are, guys! I'll try and be more frequent with them!

It hit me a while back that for all I talk about my Next-Gen on Twitter, I hardly ever talk about my fan kids here on Tumblr! So, I decided to throw together a ref sheet for my main girl, Emmy, to get started on that and introduce her to y'all!

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Her full name is Emilia Luna-Ophelia Barrabas-Darling, but almost everyone calls her Emmy for short. She was named after her late grandmother on Eduardo's side, although Laurel was actually the one who suggested it when she was born. (Eduardo absolutely cried when she suggested it, not that he wasn't already sobbing lol.) Her middle names were each chosen by one of her parents. (Luna for Eduardo, Ophelia for Laurel bc her mummy's a Shakespeare geek and we love her for it aaaaa.)

Probably 21 in the reference, definitely college-aged!

Working in retail currently to pay the bills, but saving up to attend art school when she gets the chance, wants to work as a background artist in animation.

Is generally a really friendly and outgoing person, extremely open with her personality, interests and affection, much like her mom. KNOWN for her hugs that could throw out someone's back, just generally really kind and chill, basically a big ol' puppy lady. She's also pretty stubborn and abrasive, however, and does have a temper on her, however. Aside from just generally getting grumpy when she's tired, exhausted or frustrated, she is just as willing to throw some HANDS when someone's pissed er off, just like her old man.

A pretty artsy-fartsy kinda gal, but not so much a snob about art, more like she'll happily ramble about art techniques and history when the subject is brought up. Also has a love for dancing, sports and Shakespeare.

Is extremely close with her family, she adores her Mummy Laurel and is a MASSIVE Daddy's Girl for Eduardo, she never misses the chance to see and spend time with them, and always wants to make them proud. (Her dad was her inspiration to start drawing when she was little, and always thinks of Eduardo and Laurel both as her heroes.) Also loves her little brother Leonardo, and is very protective of him, mess with him you mess with HER. >:(

Also loves her Uncle Mark and Uncle Jon with all her heart, they basically were third and fourth parents to her ever since she was a baby and she knows she can always go to them for anything. Very close to her other uncles, too, but out of all of them, she's closest to Jon and Mark. Also loves her Grandmado, and misses her terribly as an adult.

Has ADHD and dyslexia, so she often uses word processors and audio books to help with the latter and tends to plan and schedule her days in advance and stick heavily with routines to avoid losing focus with the former. Still has her struggles but knows she's supported and loved by those around her and is too stubborn to let them win.

Loves avocados, just like her dad. It was one of her first words, and to this day, her and her dad have a designated day all for eating avocados all throughout. (HC BY THE AWESOME @tamaraskabr ITS SO WHOLESOME I LOVE IT QwQ) Other than that, she loves basically anything mint chocolate, she's a simple woman lol.

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All the tidbits I've got for now! Plan to follow up the post with some sketches of her other outfits I've worked on! For now, hope this gives some insight on who she is so I can share more art of her on here with context!

she's my goober daughter and i love her sm lol

[shrimplymoray]

Perhaps a Deimos x reader where it begin with a car chase, and ends with a calm moment between them? You can add any spin you want on it, be creative :)

Hiiii!! Thank you for my first Madcom Request!! It genuinely made me happy and i've been cooking it on my head all day lol

Deimos x Reader - Calm After the Storm

It was supposed to be a quick mission. Go in, fuck up the cloning machines with the hacking stuff Deimos does while you made sure his back was covered from those damn L33T Agents but oh boy, were you in for a ride. Literally. "Are the Engineers still on our back, sugar?" Deimos asked, barely glancing at you while you made sure to aim at either heads or tires of the classic AAHW Trucks. "That motherfucker is still on the back. Think we can get the rough route to get some time?" You asked while doing the quickest reload you possibly could. Time is imperative to not have a bullet between both of your heads. "I mean, sure, but ya think ya can take care of aiming at em like that?" The teasing tone of Deimos was always present, even during a fucking chase, but you should be used considering you two get paired often enough for missions. "You almost make me want to shoot you instead" "Ya wouldn't do that, i'm too pretty to die" His raspy laugh was met with the side mirror getting shattered by a bullet. With a rough turn, you try getting a good aim at the driver engineer, managing to miss his head and shoot the passenger seat engineer. 1 down, at least. "One down." This kept on for another ten minutes, with a couple broken glass, one broken mirror, one bullet just missing your arm, and the truck front tires being shot near one of the classic Nevadean Cliffs. You didn't even get back on the HQ, just resting for a while to catch your breath. "Fucking damn, we could've like, get a warning of 'Hey there is a high chance of having Engineers there after Hank went for a random walk and came back with two Grunt heads'" You sighed, while bandaging some small injuries you had from the building raid before. "Yeah, well. Nothin' much to do, right?" Dei gave a small chuckle, lighting his cigarette, and coming near you. "Need help there, sugar?" "Nope, all done. Now gimme your hand" "What? Why?" "Just do it, Deimos." Without further resistance, he did, and you just put something on his hand. After he took a look, it was a small mixtape. "Aw, i didn't knew ye were the romantic type, sugar~" "Shut it. This is just so I don't need to pay the broken mirror..." you took a look back at all the fucked up-ness on the car "... mirrors." "Aham... Just say you like me, it's not that hard." "What if I get that broken mirror and shove it far up your ass?" "Aight, A man can try~" Even though you banter a bit, and maybe amuse Deimos a bit, it's not like you hate each other. Perhaps, in other circumstances, you would be able to talk without... "Hey! It's the Wanted guys! Get them!" Well... that.

I AM SO FUCKING RUSTY ON WRITING, I'M SORRY IF IT IS NOT UP TO MY USUAL STANDARD AAAAA. I never wrote anything substantial for Madcom, so this was certainly new for me, and i need to get a little bit better on my personal characterization, but so far I'M PROUD!!

Hope you Enjoy!

[rakkuntoast]

Your talks about Missa's mischaracterization are exactly why I made a post specifically asking for Missa mains to give me their analyses for me to reference in Awake Me From My Nightmare.

I even went as far as to slap some parts of the post in Google Translate encouraging Spanish qsmp fans to reply to me and I'd just have someone translate their analysis for me. Which I did (thank u Kami ily). And I was so fucking happy when more of my responses came from Spanish speaking fans than English. Peak QSMP moment <3

But anyway yeah. Missa's characterization has been lowkey my biggest concern writing the fic tbh. I wanna do him justice. He definitely isn't written as a pathetic woobified uwu cinnamon roll, that's for sure.

I've been staring very hard at the paragraphs people gave me on his character and I THINK I've been doing a decent job at balancing the "gets overwhelmed by things" wet cat side Crows see AND the "um actually he could kick your ass and can be a bitchy little shit" reality?? Mans is getting lots of moments where he's like "fuck this" and gets ready to Literally Fight God. There's still lots of tears, but like, if YOUR husband was in front of you covered in his own blood and lookin like he's rapidly wasting away in real time, you'd be an emotional wreck too. So I'm decently confident in his characterization, but I still have that "AAAAA I HOPE I'M DOING THIS RIGHT" worry. 100% gonna be clinging to comments from readers about if I did him justice. So far I've characterized everyone (Phil, Fit, Etoiles) super well according to readers. 😭🙏🏻 Hoping I keep up the streak with Missa in Chapter 3.

The discussion you've been having is exactly why I'm doing my best to do him actual justice. And I might actually read back through your posts and translate the Spanish bits just to get even more insight. I don't see enough people talking about qMissa like this.

And on a semi-related note, GOD I wish there were more YouTube clip compilations of Missa moments. Like idec if they're not just qsmp, I want more of them in general!! Idk if I just wasn't searching well enough or what but when I went looking a while back, there were MAYBE 2 videos at all, let alone Eng subtitled so I could understand them. And rooting through Tumblr for clips is a pain. 💀

Tldr thanks for talking abt this Rakk, this is exactly why I've been busting my ass trying to not write Missa reduced to one trait or the other. Tbh I've been seeking out proper analysis/understanding of qMissa even before I was writing him in a fic. Bc I KNOW what we Crows see is a fraction of his character.

ISAAAA you're doing God's work honestly, the "fights God through tears" is peak qmissa characterization akfknsjx

I do think we need more translated Missa content, sadly like the best thing you can get is qsmp clips translated or someone on twt decided to translate this one bit from his videos (like him having a crush on a pineapple)

it's sad that it doesn't get talked about how clever the guy is and while the fix is pretty easy (just getting more missasaurios to talk about him) it's just a case of bothering to translate stuff cuz that shit takes time and effort

as well as missa's miscaracterization not being talked about as much cuz a lot of the ppl who talk abt him are English crows who think he's a sopping wet cat<- i am BEGGING for people to unlearn this word it's making me insane