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[kotoal1011]

WIFEY. WIFEY ARRIVED TODAY

I CAN FINALLY SQUEEZE THE T1 SCRUNKLY

AAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY LOOK AT THEM BOTH THEY'RE SO CUTE

[lushed]

when u nearly miss yr train cause u were being gay. yeah

[im-secretly-a-frog]

hihi help i've finished the Magnus Archives my emotions have been destroyed what do I do??? I love it so much but aaaaaaaa

OMG!! I'm so happy rn!!! Ik you're probably still grieving but The Magnus Protocol is amazing and you should listen to it (the first season is just finishing), and there's all that bonus content you NEED to listen to (it's so good) and if you're looking for another podcast I recommend Remnants: an audio drama. Sorry it took me so long to answer you btw, your ask got a little lost in my inbox and I haven't been very active recently, but tysm for the ask <3 I appreciate all of them so much.

[kokoroisbleeding]

Salutations, Kokoro!! I know you probably won’t see this for a while, considering you’re on break, but I wanted to say something anyways !

So you probably don’t remember this, but I dropped in here when I first created my account ((different url now)) and had talked about how you inspired me to continue art. That’s still true but now I’m way better at it and I’ve even found my own little good community of people !! ^_^

SOOOO point is …. Just wanted to say thank you again and your drawings are FANTASTIC bro I’d die for the way you draw Gabriel

Have a safe and wonderful break and stay beautiful for me !! :3

P.S - just have this hunch you may like JJBA .. maybe thats just me X3

Salutations to you too! Sorry for answering lately, I'm at school rn HAHAHAHA. But, from the very bottom of my heart, I'm very happy and honored to be the one that inspired you to draw and continue your art journey! There will be challenges but I know that you'll tank it and get through it HEHEHE (⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)

ALSOO, I'm really glad that you found your community! May your journey as an artist grow further!! Stay safe also!! Thank you thank you thank you AAAAAH (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠//⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)💖💖💖

I may answer occasionally (sorry 😔), but I appreciate you and everyone dropping asks/questions. Y'all brighten my day all day everyday WAHHAHAHA (⁠ ⁠◜///◝⁠ ⁠)

Reply to P.S: HOW DID YOU KNOW AAAAAAAA (I love josuke and okuyasu they so goofy🤗)

[bunnliix]

Bun this is not a request but in general I guess a question? Have you seen the new concept photos for Golden Hour Pt.2? If so- What are your thoughts/How are we handling it? Because I for one, am unwell🫠

hihi! I'm always happy to share my thoughts on most anything <3

I have, I've seen both sets that have been released so far, and I am dying over them. I am very very unwell and I am actually ready to die when we actually get to the comeback in like 10 days aaaaaaaa Get ready for a whole lil essay on this

Okie, so like first of all, everyone's already dying over it, but Seonghwa! His hair, the styling for him, everything! I love it all so much, and he's really solidifying himself in the lil soft spot I have for him an a couple other members (aka I'm ot8 but say that I have soft spots for Hwa, Yeosangie and Mingi for more context on why I use that wording) I love Pink Hwa, probably as much as I love Halazia Hwa, and omg I love how pretty he looks and I need his gender rn.

I'm also really here for Yunho and his hair color for this comeback too cause omg I love the color on him, it suits him so fucking well, and honestly it's a fun color as well, and I really think it fits in with the second concept photos they released yesterday.

And like in general, I really love the simplicity of the first set of concept photos, because like I feel like we've had some more like busier ones with the more recent comebacks, not that I don't love them, because I do, but I also love simpler concept photos because in like this set of them, you can focus on each member more, and every little detail of their styling and how it all is really cohesive. I also like the feel that we have half the members in more baggier looks while the others are in more fitted looks. It's just a really cool contrast, yet it all flows together with colors and accessories. hi I really enjoy fashion can you tell?

And then moving onto the second one with all the flowers!

Okay, so my first thoughts when I saw this is that it's honestly giving like almost Alice in Wonderland vibes-ish, But like also in general, this gives off like really princely vibes too, and I also love the colorful flowers against their very light colored clothing cause it makes them the centerpiece of every single photo. Also wavy/curly haired pinkHwa is gorgeous, and honestly, I went a bit feral over Wooyoung's concept photo for this one too. And like I'm just really here for all the hair colors and outfit choices going on here. It all gives very delicate and pretty, which is fitting, though I feel like these concept photos might be the opposite for what we'll get in the TT, but I'd be curious to see how this all fits in, especially considering the theme of Love that seems to be the centerpiece of this album.

But also the flower motifs that feature on some part of each member, in either very subtle or non-subtle ways, which is also really cool because it's something that makes their outfits coheseive, as well as the use of very light clothing, not only in color, but in type of material, though for most of the members, they're actually pretty covered up, with the visible exceptions being Yunho and Seonghwa, though even they're covered up with transparent material, with gives the sense of them showing more skin than they neccesarily are, and I wonder if that has any deeper meaning (it probably does in some way for the lore, it's Ateez) because it's almost giving a sense of like vulnerability? in a way? Like they're appearing more open wheras everyone else is pretty covered up. I dunno, but either way it's an interesting thing to think about.

I'm actually really excited to see the next concept, and maybe how it fits in with these two, because so far I feel like To's concept leans more towards a darker side, whereas Diary's is definitely flower boy and pretty and how I'd think you'd style a group for a concept around love, without being too too obvious.

[plumadot]

your art is literally so cool, just wanted to say!! my friends even know at this point how much I enjoy your art lmao so I just wanted to share my thoughts!! :)

and your character designs are like spot on (especially long haired scott!! that design has to be one of my favorites rn) like when I look at your art it's like exactly how I imagine their characters would look like!! and it's so eatable like I feel like your art would taste like strawberries :3 /pos

have an amazing day!! :D

ohhhhh that's so sweet aaaaaaaa thank you!!! <3 <3 <3

i'm so happy to hear that ohmygod!!! i'm often worried about my character designs but i think that the longer i draw them the better they'll get!!!! i will never go back on long-haired scott though he's such a beautiful elf!!!!!!! :D

[poruvoron]

happy new year yushi!!!!!! I'm here to greet you a happy new year and to tell you how excited I am to see what sorts of new art pieces you shall bring to 2023 (´；ω；｀) every drawing you post is an absolute delight to see and always brings serotonin to the stormiest of days, even if I'm not part of the fandoms I've seen you make fanart of!! even the quick scribbles give me such joy （*´▽｀*）you're one of my top art inspirations for a reason and I hope this lil message cheers you on for the new year!!!! someday I hope I can draw in a way that brings you serotonin the same way your art does for me hihi

(also,,, your art was the starting point of my downfall but I gotta admit that I've officially fallen into the bente black hole,,,,,, his cheeks are just so kissable and he is so adorable 😔💓 it's really bad that I'm so weak for cuteness smh)

— working anon who is now sorta used to the new job <3

AAAAAAAA HALLU ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Happy new year to you too job anonnie !!! (omg we should think of a nicer anon nickname for u soon or smth FDKHJDF)

and happy new year to everyone who's seeing this too !!

im tearing up dfklhjdf thank you so much for the early year boost ;;; I'll carry this energy with me throughout the whole 2023 !!! I'm sure you and your art will spread lots of good vibes too (bc you sure are giving me sm rn ;;;w;;! anonnie's powers are strong,,,)

Welcome to the venti likers club fr HAHAHA did you see the new trailer,,,, we have new crumbs of bente boy huhu

glad to hear you're adjusting to work !! Don't forget to take breaks ^^! manifesting all good things to come your way this year too !!

( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[heleneplays]

shaking sobbing crying over SOOOO many good demos ive just had the pleasure of reading and like. AUTHORS PLS KNOW IM GOING STUPID FERAL OVER YOUR WORKS AAAAAAAA

the wars we wage by mah_sanogo (cog forum) - when I was browsing the dashingdon page I got intrigued by the summary (lmao i am currently looking for more isekai IFs >< if yall have a rec aside kingdoms & empires my inbox is OPEN <3) and while technical wise there's still a lot to correct (esp typos), the idea is VERY solid + as a fellow fan of Youjo Senki, i am SO thrilled to play, getting into a very oblivious MC and hopefully reach my goals. ALSO GOD????? CAN I FIGHT & ROMANCE GOD???? i wish 2 know bc i KNOW we can fight (technically) and im 👉🏻👈🏻

Before we are Ghosts by @anjiefiction - HELP HELP HELPPPPPPPPPPP FROM CRACK I IMMEDIATE GO TO SHAKING SOBBING THROWING UP— author i am. *clenches my fist* SO in love with this heartbreaking concept and i'm literally honest to God sobbing into my teddy bear wishing I could hug MC rn. and everyone else honestly, they need all the hugs SO bad 😭😭😭 Anyways to anyone who wants to plays this game, fucking get your tissues ready bc you'll sob with the pain and angst and. the tenderness that's still abt to come 🥺🥺🥺

Vendetta by @vendetta-if - IT'S BEEN SOOOOO LONG since i actually played through the demo, and replaying it now......... GETTING BACK INTO MY VILLAIN ERA HEE HEE HEE <3

Sinners by @sinners-if - if villain bad why hot??? <- literally the only thought in my mind EVER!!! anyway, reading the update to ch 2 on itch.io was SO unexpected, i remember only reading it on dashingdon and then. yeah. twine has never looked so good. ANYWAYS WE'RE COMING ALONG SOOOO NICELY <3 and i cannot WAIT to see what happens next!!!!!!! (also sidenote i am reading allnthe drabbles available and im. 🤡🚩over here.)

The Price of Emeralds by @thournewrites - currently scream laughing @ my MC in this one bc WOW bestie your shit out of luck!!!!!! and KDHDJDKDK HELP HELPPPPP not me getting clowned on by the og ro :((( welp! wishing them a very yess get u in that funky crew and get that money bby girl <3

Replica: between universes by @replicabetweenblogs - i see multiverse and i immediately think abt helene-verse and DEAR GOD this wip!!!!! im biting myself soooo bad rn im being absolutely INSANE abt the whole thing!!!!!!!!!! im 7 ways enamored with everyone but most especially to the bestest little sister i am going to love and cherish now and forever 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The Eye of Eikshal by atlas7 (CoG forum) - :3c :3c :3c intrigue??? WITH A BUNCH OF FOUND FAMILY BESTIES??????? oh boy, not to mention a benefactor turned adoptive father who's wish is for the kids to actually be happy???? man. investing rn on it <3

Through Broken Lenses by Interestedparty (CoG forum) - ok on a more serious note, this story was actually one of the first ever wips i've read in dashingdon and rereading it today had me. well. feeling a lot of 😔😔😔 anyways Vi, you're so fucking mecore and much as MC is traumatized in this one, all I can say is that I she can't help but watch you :)

I actually have several more tabs left to go through but it's literally 2 am and I have been writing this on my phone since 5 pm yesterday so. yeet!!!

[trashworldblog]

I AM SEVEN BUFUCKING HOURS LATE BUT...

BETH!!! TUMBLR USER TRASHWORLDBLOG!!! GUY FIERI!!!

You are incredible. Seriously. There's not really a concrete way I can describe just how cool you are. And by "cool" I MEAN cool, I'm not just grasping for a positive adjective to hype you up I MEAN IT. The first time you ever reached out to me in tumblr.com I was low-key stunned because THAT'S THAT COOL PERSON WHO POSTS THE FUNNIEST SHIT AND IS SO NICE AND AWESOME AND SHE WANTS TO TALK TO ME??? BOOG???

All Boog mentions aside, you're genuinely such a good friend. You make me feel valid and appreciated and listened to and I LOVE our silly little Tumblr takeovers (I am free all day tomorrow 👀) and how FAR we'll take our silly little jokes. You're also such a genuinely kind and positive force in this community like HELLO??? ILY??? And you're so creative and funny and just... The way you love the little things in life is so, so inspiring and I just care about you a lot, okay??? Even though you are evil.

That being said, the birds are still coming. Brennan and Steven are having a bit of a fight rn so management is all fucked and the army is out of control. I'm just a general in their squadron so I can't really change it. Sorry.

HOWEVER, if you follow the four commandments of ancient wisdom, you should be fine:

Fuck it, we ball

Commit to the Bit

Serve Cunt

Camp is everything

I hope you feel really loved and appreciated today, because you truly, truly are. Happy birthday, Merry Independence Day, Feliz Turkey Dinner, and I hope you Chicago your way through life. Best Boog wishes are being sent your way in 3... (there is no escape) 2... (i'm being serious) 1... (NO STOP RUNNI-

BOOG I AM SPEECHLESS WKJWJDLS

i- THIS IS SO KIND AND SWEET AND AMAZING AND KIND ANFJRJFLDENFOAKSKGJGM

OF COURSE ID TALK TONYOU YOURE SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY AND CLEVER AND KIND !! EVRRYONE SEES THAT!!! <3

youre also a genuinely amazing freind. i always feel so listened to and appreciated and understood. plus we know when to get silly and evil 😈😈 tommorow is gonna be very silly. YOURE ALSO AN AMAZINGLY FUNNY AND POSITIVE FORSE IN THE COMMUNITY AND IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU THINK I AM TOO AAAAAAAA <33 when ur silly posts break containment and the twt mutuals see your posts they absolutely LOVE IT. AND YOU ARENT EVEN ON TWT!!! LIKE!!!! THE IMPACT!!!! also are you comparing me to s**** t** cus thats a BIG compliment /lh /hj

I KNOW THE BIRDS ARE COMING. IM READY. I AM PREPARED. its good to know the higher ups are unprepared right now. unfortunate that you cant do anything about it 😈 i will use the four wisdoms, and ill use them well.

I FEEL SO LOVED AND APPRECIATED THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU!!!! DKWJFJSJRJEOTJEBIDFJVYTOJRJ. happy easter, happy new year, Happy St. patcris day, and have a wonderful flag day! <3333 [you cannot escape these wishes. you must pass go and collect the wishes.]

[thecursedanon]

I'm sorry but that amusement park fic was the best thing I've ever read??? You're one of the most talented writers I think I've ever seen? I'm going feral rn wtffff?

/pos

aaaaaaaa! thank you so so much, kind sir!! <3 I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!

It makes me super happy to see people enjoy my work <3

[hwaightme]

Respectfully I am YELLING PLEASE YOU ARE TOO KINDENDJJWJE

Honestly royaltycore Hwa in that fit did something to me and looking all the things up for the mood board should be considered eye therapy... just look at this prince look at His Royal Highness what a legendary *grrrrAH INTENSIFIES* (thank u i lob u <3)

HWA SAYING "LIGHT OF MY LIFE" WHILE SEARCHING FOR YOUR GAZE IS MORE IMPACTFUL THAN A SONIC BOOM I SAID WHAT I SAID // hwa pls when

AAAAAAAA I AM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOY THE LOVELY LOVELY "IT IS NOT WRONG IF I REDEFINE THE RIGHT" TYPE ENERGY <33 THANK YOU I AM SO GLAD IT WORKED OUT!! I really was wondering how to make a fine balance between what is... well... crime.... and love and well.... what are morals am I right?

PPSRLDLSLDLDKDKPLEASENOTTHEKOKOROGOINGDOKIDOKI- (am bowing repeatedly to you thank you very much I am deeply honoured and grateful AAAHWEJDJAJ) the inner turmoil... the dread... the doubt... the acceptance are all strong feelings and it is fascinating trying to figure out a blend between them~~

*well I'm just gonna combust* *bai.exe has stopped working* *why? because yumi enjoyed the Hwa ponderings ;~; <333 I cannot pls I am soft-* really he is so wonderful, and there is so many things one can say about him... any and every detail has a beauty within it, so really it is lovely to try and write just *about him and how he is*

My queen is smth that lives in my mind rent free honestly (along with Hwa mind games when he himself is lowkey losing his own mind xoxo couple goals sjdjsjdja)

EHEHEHEHEHEH I WONDER WHAT IT COULD BE >:) (imma say this - I definitely had some devious ponderings while writing that)

This is me rn: 🥰😍🥰❤💕😊😍🥰☺️❤

lemme gib a glomp pls

Thank you so very much <333 genuinely am in my feels and I am so so so happy that you liked this 🥺 I SHALL WEAR THE APPROVAL AS A BADGE OF HONOUR THANK YOU-

(and now to ponder the fact that Hwa said in a recent mini interview that he would want to play a villain if he were in a movie)

❤❤❤

Dawn

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, PRINCE'S ORDERS (nsfw tags under the cut)

(masterlist)

👑 pairing: exiled!prince!seonghwa x afab!reader 👑 genre: smut, fluff/angst, pwp but make it royaltycore 👑 summary: remember, remember this day, do remember, the treason and gunpowder plot. i see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. as the preparations for a new era are complete, you find paradise and praise in the arms of the prince who had fallen, the prince who will be your king. 👑 wordcount: 6k 👑 warnings/tags: questionable editing, mention of 'sins', exile/royal family drama, revolution/uprising, muddled feelings, explicit mention of bombs, treason, park dynasty, royaltycore with modern elements, in love or in lust, lmk if anything else 👑 taglist: at the bottom of the fic 👑 a/n: it all started with a devious hwa smirk; @nebulousbrainsoup thank you for hyping over this with me <3 always, any reblogs appreciated. much love!

👑 nsfw tags: cunnilingus, overstim, teasing, pet names (love, darling...), begging, unprotected sex (wrap. it. up), creampie, nipple play (f receiving), implied aftercare

“It has been done,” you mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the heavy cloak that adorned your frame. Despite being in a secluded chamber, you did not have the heart, at least not yet, to reveal your surprise, instead keeping discussion and action to strictly business.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened, as though he was visualising the impact of your unspeakable actions. A pang of fear struck your heart as you cast a glance at the flickering orange flame of the torch – currently, the sole source of light in the chamber that he had made his quarters and headquarters, given the timidness of the moon as it hid behind thick clouds. The ornate window stood dormant, reflecting the light and the fiery man. Prior stoicism and cool resolve evaporated, and he turned towards you. In the blink of an eye he was setting the maps of the kingdom and of the locations that served as bases of operation of the new regime down on the desk, and he could not hold back on anxious praise.

“How did you- but that was a risk- you, my angel… my sweet, precious angel you are changing the world, light of my life-” stopping you from picking at your cloak, he took one of your hands in his, lips ghosting over the knuckles. He pressed your hand against his chest, as though in a miniature embrace.

It was easy to see the relief in his features. The hints of dark circles under his eyes, the misery being replaced with a shining hope and a boyish vivacity – this was why you had abandoned your own morals in favour of his, convincing yourself that what you had done was ‘the right’, and that there was an objective evil in the world that just so happened to align with your specific target. It could be the case; it could be that because Seonghwa was your personal ‘right’ and was the path you never wanted to stray from, you could not care less for any other misdeeds. When his grip on you weakened, you moved your arm back, and placed both hands on his shoulders, pretending to smooth out the fabric of his perfectly tailored black coat.

Not much had changed in his heart for as long as you knew him. Seonghwa was always there for you, and even in the midst of the crumbling of the Park dynasty, he was the one to tell you that it was going to be alright. Despite being publicly labelled a traitor and having a witch hunt launched to find and execute him, he was here, standing before you, with a gentle smile on his face. You wondered what was unfolding and being formulated in his beautiful mind. What tears was he suppressing, what curses was he refining for the day that he would look the revolutionaries in the face and deliver the final blow to reclaim the royal title and the kingdom. Perhaps his shoulders had gotten broader, perhaps his hair had gotten longer, gaze sharper and the sword that he would wield in his hand more lethal and merciless, but he was the same Seonghwa to you. The same boy who you had played in the royal gardens with, the same young man with whom you had danced in the quietude of empty halls. You did not know anyone except him, and that was how you wanted your life to stay. So, when Seonghwa offhandedly mentioned a ‘mission’ that he was due to complete – a critical step in the leadup to the uprising by him and his loyal army, you did not just volunteer, you swore to dedicate yourself wholly to his plan and did not experience a single droplet of regret.

Perhaps he was your sin. Like some suffered from Pride, or Lust, or Sloth, you were a devotee to His Royal Highness, until your very downfall. And this is why no other act, no matter how devious, meant anything to you – it was merely a step in the direction towards securing your one certain joy in what was otherwise a bleak, barren dystopia. His eyes contained a universe, and that was more than enough for you, even if your days were numbered. This was ringing particularly true after the act you had committed, and the cause for which you stood. You were frozen in time, regarding Seonghwa with the adoration of a person parting ways with the world. As though he was your last breath of air and last ray of sun before it set for eternity. It appeared that this dismissal of your internal turmoil did not go unnoticed, and the prince was quick to reach for your arms, pulling them down so that your fingers could intertwine.

“You mustn’t look back alone. It is a chasm,” he began, studying you. A bitter smile graced your lips as you bit back the long-chronic worries you possessed due to his unwavering kindness. Your precious little prince. You squeezed his hands, mumbling:

“What use is there in focusing on the past anyways, right?” when you sensed suspicion, you elaborated, “the future is bound to be brighter? Isn’t that right, sweet star of mine?”

An overwhelming pause. The question was meant to be rhetorical, potentially comedic, and yet it left a tinge of sourness. Nothing was for certain, even though you carried everything out to a tee and disappeared from the party-occupied castle unnoticed thanks to your knowledge of secret passages that ran between rooms and underground. Seonghwa’s voice accompanied you as you planted detonators, deafening devices and something one of the prince’s followers had kindly dubbed a ‘sleeping mist’ in predetermined locations. Turn, leave, you could do it, you were strong, there was reason behind your actions. Evidence of this was behind the elegantly dressed, albeit emotionally worn-down man. The maps – a myriad of scriptures, plans, strategies; some doomed to fail, others a brave but evaluated risk.

“Mm… that’s right,” you did not want to believe that it was a lie, so you settled on indulging in his deep timbre, tone so mellifluous that you wanted for it to be the only thing you could ever hear, “just you wait, the future is made for us. A world of ripest fruits for us to reap, for us alone…”

He moved once more, letting go of you. You could guess his musings almost word for word – a little planet. Starry night sky. Having the luxury of knowing what would happen when, so he would know when he could see you again, and you did not have to turn into a creature of darkness to creep inside the shadows to his hideout for a few hours, only to risk yourself all over again afterwards. Freedom and utopia were his forbidden fruit – an eternal temptation explicit in his gorgeous irises.

He was a dreamer with very consistent and persistent fantasies, as well as an eloquent way of feeding them into your soul with such finesse that with time you almost always considered any thought to be your own in its origins. Both the little prince and the serpent, Seonghwa was your definition of the world. He had given you a lens through which to see everything. Including him. To you, he was the definition of perfect. A fallen angel more than deserving to return to the heavens. He was outcast by evil, afterall. 

Your body acted on its own accord, stepping back to give yourself at least some room to breathe, but you should have known better than to expect such a thing to happen in Seonghwa’s presence. He caught you - a long time ago. Unreadable expressions graced him as he hooked you back in with the slightest tug at the dark formless material hanging over your body. 

“Did it take you long? Were you in danger?” he asked, spotting the absence of the pouch that had carried the discreet explosive animatronics for your distribution.

“N-no. Not at all. They did not suspect anything out of the ordinary. Besides, I did not try to improvise outside of your instruction.”

“Good. More than good,” it was as if he was talking to himself, undoubtedly reviewing the preparations, now accounting for the success of a major element of the operation. “I wonder if anyone would be able to spot the butterflies prematurely. Would the alarm be rung then? Would we-”

“Are you doubting my skills to hide the tech, Your Highness?” you jest, imitating frustration.

“Hm, no. I think I am merely excited for what is to come. We’ve been preparing night…” he sneaked a glance at your neck, trying to guess what you were hiding under black wool, “...and day. I want to see it all come to life, and have you with me.”

With him - that was all you could hear. You were not one for bloodshed, however given the possibility of redemption, it was appealing. You did your part for him, and he was proud. Now, you could close your eyes. Something in the way Seonghwa approached you was akin to the way a predator follows an unsuspecting beast in a grove. Eyes that were neither hostile nor forgiving, foresight so powerful that he was confident you would never leave. The two of you had too much history, too many memories from which detangling oneself would be virtually impossible. You tried, however your attempts had been in vain. When you had first caught the rumours of exile flying around the castle, and then the extensive discussions about familial rivalry and planned ‘changes of crown’ to fit a new ideology, you tried to get away deeming the path of ignorance safer. All it took was one whisper of your name to vow that if Seonghwa were to be sent to hell, you would loyally follow him there. Should he be executed, you would weep at his side and depart with him, heart already in a million pieces. You were irrevocably, foolishly in love with Park Seonghwa, the former prince of Aurora, willing to settle for being a favourite pawn, should he want you to be one. But even that title you would never be able to fish out of him. Forever enigmatic, you were never confident in assuming you were his only star despite the sweet nothings and the adoring gazes, but even if you were part of a big universe for this ambitious, high and mighty man, you did not mind. No one could fight against power. No one could fight against the greed for supremacy. 

He was so close. An angel glowing in the torch light. The gold and red detail on his clothing turned to holy markings in his grace. You were stunned, a pliable doll in his arms, entranced by his slowed blinking as the ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips. There was always reason to reward you and your undying commitment to his cause. A token of appreciation, some could say. Seonghwa could also retain some form of humanity and call it for what it was - a long-standing obsession, but given who he wanted to become, he needed to contain himself and possess at least a sliver of civility before inevitably breaking apart for you, and only you.

“Thank you, Y/N,” music to your ears, the final straw before your internal chaos overwhelmed you and you had to hold on to Seonghwa’s voice for guidance. Your reaction was easy to detect, as the prince moved to have his fingers just barely touch your face.

”So… so beautiful, my love,” his hand traced your jawline, pausing when a shudder passed over your body. Seonghwa chuckled, admiring how responsive you were, how attuned you were to him despite remaining mostly unperturbed by the world that surrounded you.

There was something spectacular in how you carried yourself – feigned obliviousness, a façade of perfect innocence that had been the main reason for your survival under the new regime. Pretty precious little bird that knew how to keep quiet, and in turn were destined to sing the loudest when the time would come. Your eyes, widened as you devoured him, were enchanting pools that he would not hesitate to dive into and drown. Perhaps one could argue that no one liked a dead man, but Seonghwa was one of the lucky ones; your taboo rendezvous were evidence enough that you did not mind a character in your life who was as good as a ghost.

Your slightly parted lips, rosy, moistened by the darting of your delicate, delectable tongue were a sinful fruit that he desired to own. Running a thumb over your lower lip, the sparks of an uncontrollable lust burst in his chest, tainting his bloodstream like the most potent wine. He could see the edges of your dress under the black cloak that you used to move undetected in the night. To visit him, of all people. To risk your life for him and him alone. For him to be the only one who could even spot the royal crimson fabric underneath – a material tailors would fight over, material that he had gifted to you once upon a time despite barely having any network whilst in the chasm of being an outlaw, a traitor of the state. Enemy number one, who had made it a mission to dress you up. He did not regret a thing. Not when you gasped as he toyed with the clasp of the cloak. Not when he felt your hands land right above his heart, fingers toying with the leather harness and golden embroidery of his long military coat - another echo of the past that he would never be able to shed away. In addition, as the days approaching the uprising were being reduced to nil, he could not help but be drawn to the fine material as a form of mockery. He wanted those who have wronged him to see themselves in his form, to hear him have the final laugh.

Muscles tensing under your fluttering caresses, Seonghwa was giving into a domineering restlessness. Unhooking the clasp, he admired the way the black fabric pooled around you, as though the night sky was bowing before your grace. He tried to catch his breath, but it proved to be impossible as the dress occupied his vision. Nothing remained, only your impeccable handiwork, the perfection that was the fit of the garment on your body. You were supreme, the symbol of victory and glory. Clad in red, he saw the future in your form, both in spirit and in the battle cries that would accompany the painting of the lands in the colour of the wondrous silk.

You retracted your hands, and almost regretted it when you heard Seonghwa’s staggered inhale. He was looking you up and down, memorising every detail, undoubtedly thinking of anything and everything that he could do to you, or what you could do to him. Despite the urge to act, to step towards him and greedily steal away what he had left of precious oxygen, you did what you did best, and batted your eyelashes, pretending to be unaware. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, in trepidation to accept the guilt of inducing a small death. Serial murder, unforgivable, manic, addictive, reviving.

“I-“ he tried to form a sentence but it seemed as though every word he could think of wilted before escaping his throat.

Darkened irises darting back and forth, in awe of you – your favourite sight. You could not help but to reach out to him, moving to push an escaping tiny strand of inky hair from his stunning, timeless face. Fingers inadvertently ran further, carding through the slicked back locks and tempting Seonghwa to come closer. Biting his lower lip, he stepped closer to you, hands finding purchase on your hips and giving them a warning squeeze. You tugged lightly, making his previously lowered head rise to face you directly. You could see nothing in his eyes except what you yourself could reflect. The most beautiful and inextinguishable hellfire.

“You have good taste, Seonghwa,” you smiled softly, though the action was clouded over with a deeper intent.

“I am blessed to say I have a muse,” snaking over to your waist, you were suddenly being pulled into a yearning embrace. His racing heart reverberated and echoed in your body, the rising heat of his thighs and hips against yours grew ever more prominent. Seonghwa occupied your every sense, making you forget where you were, when, and what the consequences of your star-crossed union could be.

“Mm is that so?” you suppressed a giggle, brushing his wavy tresses back once more, while your other hand on the side of his face. You could feel him lean into the touch, eyes shutting for a moment before meeting yours once more.

It was in such moments that you found you knew Seonghwa best. Uninhibited and entirely himself, he bared his soul to you in every glance and longing grasp of cloth or exposed skin. Stars in his deep mahogany orbs, the exiled prince was silently asking you for permission. For what? You were about to find out; not once did you not trust him enough to let go of your inner voice and soar into pleasure – those who plotted uprisings together, were meant to be bound together, body and mind. It did not take long before Seonghwa’s lips were on yours, intoxicating, the pace of your elaborate dance so dizzyingly slow that a minute more and you would be the one clawing for more. Overwhelming, he pressed himself against you, and you could only hold on tight, thanking every deity who could unabashedly observe your physical confession for the existence of such moments in your life.

Fingers digging into his scalp, you evoked a muffled groan from your royal lover, who nipped at your lower lip and tentatively ran over it with his tongue, asking for access. Who were you to not oblige, especially when he asked so nicely? In no time, he dipped into a deeper kiss, exploring you, memorising you all over again as though you did not visit him both when he was awake and in his dreams. He was feverish, erratic, his plush reddened lips were leaving trails over your cheeks, the crook right before your shoulder and moved back to evoke a quiet moan out of you by paying special attention to the sensitive spots on your neck.

The red dress was a rose, a promise, divine dedication to him - the same material as that of his own clothes, the colour of the details on the coat which in a joint effort you and him were practically ripping away - the body harness already long gone, to reveal a flowing black shirt. Resting your arms on his strong shoulders you gave into every sensation, fingers instinctively finding their place carding through his locks, you followed his lead and stumbled backwards until an unexpected fabric hit the back of your head, making you gasp into another kiss. With a low growl and unprecedented annoyance, Seonghwa pushed the curtain that served as a divider between the office and meeting area of his chambers and the segment he used as his bedroom. Not quite the same as what his quarters used to be in the castle, but thanks to his military precision and tidiness, went above and beyond what one would expect from a rebel hellbent on chaos. 

It was dizzying - his hands travelling across your body, his hot breath against your skin as he battled the same dress he had implored you to craft and wear, his simultaneously sultry and threatening glare that immediately subdued you as soon as you tried to remove yourself from him to help. No words, only a muted command, and in a matter of moments, you felt a coldness crawl up your spine as Seonghwa expertly undid the buttons on your dress. Goosebumps involuntarily appeared on your skin, erased by your lover’s quick hand.

“Is my darling cold?” he rubbed your back, the intensity and affection forming a combination excruciating for your heart. You shook your head, not wanting for him to worry, though the decision resulted in quite the opposite, “You know it is not good to lie, right?”

“I’m sorry-”

“I suppose it is a little… these damned stone walls. Sorry, love, this is far from welcoming.”

“No, please don’t worry…”

“Mm. Then stop me from worrying. Are you cold?”

You were burning up. The contrast between your flesh and the air was stark, and you bit your lower lip in an attempt to suppress another shudder. Seonghwa stepped forward, making your knees buckle as your lower legs hit the edge of the bed. He let you sit, though himself remained hovering above you, casting a shadow. You turned and studied anything and everything in your immediate surroundings, a wave of embarrassment washing over you despite having been with him so many times before. You stopped at the coat that was lying discarded on the floor. The brooches and badges, marking his titles - or at least past titles, in the Royal Military, glistened and induced a pang of anxiety. Were you living in an illusion by hoping for the past to return? A hand under your chin returned you to the present, and your misty eyes were forced to meet Seonghwa. What was a vexed, darkened expression melted away, revealing a tinge of concern uncharacteristic of his regal image.

“Talk to me,” crouching down to your level, you felt blush rising on your cheeks.

“...A bit…”

“There, see. Easy. Now, do you trust me?”

“Wholeheartedly.”

“So, burn with me, my love,” purposefully implying, he gave space. But if he was the flame, then you were the air, quickly disintegrating as the orange and red blaze consumed the vital essence. You had no chance, or choice, your only answer was his name, repeated over and over and over again until you knew nothing else.

--

Every single one of your senses was consumed by him and the near unbearable warmth shared between two bodies connected under heavy sheets. Brain turned to cotton, much like the blanket that was currently muffling your cries of pleasure, you were being kept from writhing only by Seonghwa’s iron grip. Thighs pinned to your upper body, he had you folded in half as he licked strips up your soaked folds, toying with your abused clit before sliding his tongue deeper, relishing in how your walls clenched around him, begging for more. Pathetic whines were music to his ears, prompting him to move until his nose was almost pressed against the overstimulated bundle of nerves and he could relentlessly fuck into you.

Addicted to the scent and taste of your arousal, he was not giving you any room to breathe, nor to recover from your first orgasm, and instead launched directly into building you up for another. You were a masterpiece, giving up to salacious ecstasy for him so easily, adoring words spilling out of you even though you were barely capable of constructing a proper sentence. The sheer notion of having such impressive power, and you giving up ownership of your personal euphoria to him made him want to stay in this position together. 

“Mine-” he muttered, barely audible as he coated his tongue in your nectar and rolled it over your clit. 

You yelped and threw your head back as a sensation resembling an electric shock hurried through you. Grasping at the bedsheets until your knuckles were turning white, the last image of your lover before he immersed you in artificial darkness was haunting you - his devilish smirk when you shyly nodded in agreement, his virtually lewd scrutiny as he studied your reactions to him ridding you of the dress, to him immediately disposing of your bra, and to him playing with your thin panties, occasionally dipping into your dripping heat to tease you. And then, when he deemed you ready enough, you were in a world where nothing and no one existed except Seonghwa.

The knot that was building in your core was ready to snap at any moment. You could not breathe. You were seeing stars and you were mewling for Seonghwa despite him being right there between your legs, taking you apart. Sensing your oncoming climax, your prince braved letting go of one of your quivering thighs in favour of pressing down on both with one arm, while the other landed directly on your bud, fingers masterfully flicking it while he curled into your hole, pulsating motion inciting wanton squelching from your heat, amplified by the confined space under the duvet.

“Hwa- I-” the nickname spilled out of your mouth by accident, though it seemed that the prince did not mind. Instead he hummed and sped up once more, only to send you over the edge.

Lapping up your release, he guided you through your high and greeted you on your way down, his hands acting as a stabilising force that kept your shaking limbs, and you safe. Seonghwa nipped at your inner thighs, exhaling sharply in amusement when upon teasingly dragging a finger across your pussy you gasped, thighs instinctively trying to bring themselves together. But your lover was quicker than that, lifting himself up until he was hovering over your fragile frame with a knee pressed against your heat. The sheets slid down his form, stopping just past the middle of his back - enough to reveal the glistening orgasm on his face, his half lidded eyes and parted, gorgeous lips. He flicked his tongue - a habit occasionally turned into intentional provocation. Pupils blown, expression animalistic, ravenous, he needed more. To bear the scalding hot oasis that you shared, he had torn off his clothing. Though now, he could no longer bear the aching of his erection that was rubbing against your stomach, rapidly coating it in pearly translucent beads of precum. Hips moving on their own accord, he started to rut against you to gain at least some form of friction.

“Still hmph- cold?” he asked, unfiltered mockery clear in his voice.

“Please, Seonghwa- need you in-”

“So fucked out you can’t even - ah, answer my question?” he cut you off, keeping the teasing demeanour all the while his dick was throbbing painfully against you, “I s-said, a-are you cold? Finally catching on, you agreed with him.

“Yes, I… need more. Please,”

“How do you need more, my greedy darling? Hm?” stopping his rocking, he took to rolling one of your hard nipples between his fingers, taking in your every breath, sigh, and the rolling of the eyes as you felt a tug shoot straight to your core.

“-want you to fuck me,”

“Mhm-”

“-want your cock inside me-”

“Yes-”

“-want you to fill me up ple-”

“Say that again,” in less than a second, his nose was against yours and you were peering straight into his soul, finding an inexhaustible danger. His breathing had gotten considerably shallower, and you swore you felt his cock twitch.

“Fill me up, Hwa, I- please-”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he pushed your legs further apart before tapping you on your hip to adjust your positioning. Eagerly, you followed his request hissing at the sensation of his tip teasing your burning heat before Seonghwa bottomed out, the mixture of slick and precum offering a delicious glide. 

He leaned forwards, his bare chest against yours as he shared your state of enchantment awestruck as the torchlight gave up its final battle, only to be replaced by the beginnings of a full moon. You were a goddess in blue and silver that gleamed around the thick curtain, your glassy eyes so innocently sharing feelings he had never dared to express openly that he could not help but plant one peck after another over your cheeks, nose, eyelids, and finally, the lips. The scalding friction of skin against skin started to resemble a prolonged embrace, and when Seonghwa slowly dragged his length against your clenching walls, he mused if in another life, you could be connected like this for all of eternity. 

You offered him the true meaning of ‘unconditional’. You trusted him without a second thought, and were ready to throw away the stability you had within the castle walls in favour of a probability. Your optimism intrigued Seonghwa, and he knew he was in danger of falling in love. In fact, he had been this way since long before finding out his enemies were all beside him at the dinner table every evening, and that only in the most critical moments could he discover his real allies. If he were any more free of the burdens permanently clinging onto his shoulders, the prince would have confessed to you. For now, however, he had the freedom how you fell apart beneath him, so deliciously gullible, drunk in lust.

With each languid thrust into your weeping cunt, he was silently singing your praises, thanking you for every day that you had shared with him, for every night that you had proved that you did not abandon him. As he picked up the rhythm, your melodic pants and whines accentuated the lewd squelching and at the same time sent his mind into overdrive. He loved the time he had with you, the time when nothing existed except instinct and what he could only call a union written in the stars. Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip as his pumping grew erratic and you tightened around him as you reached your high. He let out a whimper, vision impossibly blurry and growing darker as he could barely fight the weight of his eyelids. As he moaned your name, Seonghwa, accepted his violent addiction to your pleasure and your pain as you clambered for the remnants of your sanity in the midst of an overdriven climax. Thick ropes of cum coated your spongy walls and Seonghwa stilled his hips, unable to maintain even a frantic, stuttering pace any longer. Your arms collapsed to your sides, leaving behind marks where you had driven your nails into his perfectly tan skin. The fullness made you impossibly weak, and you fell back onto the pillows, taking Seonghwa with you. Having collapsed under the weight of ecstasy, your lover rested his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the delectable scent of sex and desire.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the secluded chamber where Prince Seonghwa had found temporary solace and transformed it into the cradle of a new world to come. You, his loyal companion and confidante, or at least that was how you decisively wished to name yourself in the midst of uncertainty, nestled against him, your fingers intertwined. The weight of Seonghwa's destiny bore down on his shoulders, and the weight of you in his arms offered a fleeting respite. 

Seonghwa's eyes traced the delicate features of your face, bathed in the gentle moonlight. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of longing and determination. "I can no longer bear the burden of this false exile,” he was returning to the present, the only remnants of the beautifully turbulent night being his slightly swollen lips, gravelly voice and dishevelled sweaty hair which had just begun to curl. “The time has come to reclaim what is rightfully mine. I just… I just hope it all comes together."

Your sleepy gaze met Seonghwa's, understanding and unwavering support evident even in the semi-darkness. "I'll stand by your side, Seonghwa, no matter the peril that awaits us. Together, we'll face the storm and emerge stronger.” It was easy to hope and easy to pass the tasks to the next person in the relay, so you wondered if your words held any meaning to your lover. When it was just the two of you, it was easy to worship the art of hedonism and forget impending doom. If only you could erase his own thoughts from his mind. Be selfish. With a soft shake of the head you dismiss the impending sourness, choosing instead to focus on the heavenly fatigue, like cotton, enveloping your and Seonghwa’s bodies.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Seonghwa pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. The warmth of your connection was a stark contrast to the cold reality awaiting you outside the chamber walls. For a moment, you existed in your own sanctuary, shielded. The room echoed with the soft rustle of fabric as Seonghwa shifted to hold you even closer. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, a silent reassurance that he cherished this stolen moment of peace. In the midst of the impending uprising, Seonghwa found a panacea in your arms, a haven that anchored him and convinced him that what he was doing was a necessary evil. You nestled into Seonghwa's chest, feeling the steady cadence of his heartbeat. 

"Promise me we'll make it through this," You whispered, fingers tracing absentminded patterns on Seonghwa's chest. You knew that no matter how he would answer, it would be hollow, for only fate could be aware and decide the outcome.

Seonghwa pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "I promise, my love. We'll face the challenges together, and when the dust settles, we'll build a kingdom. How does that sound?”

“Good.”

“My queen.”

“Don’t say that…”

“Today, these are words. Tomorrow, the world can be ours,” you succumbed to his cruel hypnosis, not daring to ask for his methods, nor for his confessions. The less questions you asked Seonghwa, the happier you could pretend to be, and the grander was the castle in your sky. 

The weight of your shared destiny hung heavily in the air, yet in the quiet cocoon of your embrace, the two of you had found your own religion. As the first light of dawn approached, you remained entwined, drawing strength from each other to face the tumultuous path that awaited you - a path that would lead you to a ferocious battle, deciding centuries to come in the timespan of the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. 

“Will I ever be forgiven?”

“Who is there to forgive you?” After some deliberation, you dared to query. In one reckless sweep, you ignited every shadow of hesitation, leaving you only with unconditional, pure love that would carry you through any hardship. The one thing you had left, unfortunately unbreakable.

In the faint light of the rising sun, crawling into the room and coating it in magnificent gold, the man who you so adored and was devoted to was in every form a soul condemned to eternal hellfire; you were fully aware of that. A tarnished being marked as dead before he could even begin to spread his wings. Feathers strewn across what used to be a kingdom meant for him to rule being the only remnant of the brutal betrayal. The devilishly handsome traitor or trailblazer sharing his bed with you was not supposed to exist. And yet, it was his voice, his touch, his scent that occupied your every pore and thought, the owner’s name being carved into you over and over again until you forgot the bigger picture, focusing only on what Seonghwa could envision and how you could achieve that priceless peaceful kingdom.

“Now that is a question I would be interested in figuring out the answer to…”

“Both of us are unforgivable. Cannot repent, cannot start again,” you turned to face him, captivated by the way the sun highlighted his features, “but we can go forward. Until the hands of time stop us.”

As the two of you drifted into a dreamless slumber - a luxury serving as a calm before the storm, you comforted yourself with the fact that in some sense, nothing was going to change just like the darkness that came with your dozing. One fallen leaf, or soldier, would replace another, one snowflake would twirl in pursuit of its partner, one Park would return his crown from the other. In the grand scheme of things, it was still the neverending winter, a late dawn, and the same dynasty, the embodiment of which you prayed was in your adoring and calculating embrace.

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[jiangwanyin]

the way my only true passion in life is helping other people and fixing stuff for them and making them happy and i thrive on the praise i get for days and if i don't i just start questioning my self worth because i associate my value as a person with my ability to solve problems <3 <3

[indouloureux]

mcu peter parker

reader is mjs sister and she likes him, but Peter and mj are dating

happy ending!!

AAAAAAAA ty for requesting this <3

hope this meets your expectations and i'm not sure if you'd consider this a happy ending. and like, i'm lowkey high rn while writing this so bare with me.

you didn't know it would hurt like this

to see your friend date your sister.

best friend.

who you've liked for god knows how long.

peter's removing the jacket off mj's shoulders. it's hers, because you've familiarized it too well after borrowing it countless of times. it's pathetic how the simple knowledge of your sister wearing her own jacket than peter's relieves you. you're obviously not jealous.

obviously. not.

"hey guys," peter quips with forbearing happiness, hanging mj's jacket on the coat. ned's greeting is muffled by the chewed apple in his mouth, and you whip your head at your other friend.

"dude," you mumble. "they're not washed."

"i washed them before i ate them, relax," he chuckles. "hey peter,"

"hi," peter sits beside you, hands on his lap and a smile on his face. a smile that's too bright, too excited for your liking that he looks like soulless psychopath.

you chuckle nervously, not because he's sitting near you because goddamn, his smile is actually fucking creepy. "hey, parker."

mj sits beside you, taking her phone out of her pocket. "hey, y/n."

"is he okay?" you scratch your head. "is he drugged or something? he looks like those dudes in that one lucy hale movie."

ned takes a bite of his apple. "truth or dare?"

"i don't wanna play that game, ned."

"no, like the movie truth or dare."

"oh! yeah right," you glance at peter through your peripheral. still with a smile, though with much more intense eyes. "ned i'm begging for help."

mj slaps her hands on her thighs and stands up, the neutral look on her face etches up to what is something she's excited about. "i've an announcement," she booms. ned takes her spot beside you, plopping down on the couch and nudging his shoulder with yours.

and for the first time in forever you're actually happy peter's not looking at you anymore.

because he stands up, wiping his hands nervously on his thighs just like mj did and stands beside her. and it really does feel like they might be fucking with you because he held her hand and smiled lovingly at her like they're about to tell you they're engaged halfway through college.

your face falls even as theirs had risen as they prepare for the imminent announcement for something you're sure will leave you crying your heart out to every taylor swift song possible. and you wish you'd switch minds with ned because he looks excited and curious as to what their announcement is rather than dwell on the unfathomable.

peter's eyes flit between ned's and yours. you can see the thumb that's brushing with mj's, and the excited foot tapping only a child (+ peter parker) would do.

"we broke up!"

and your face falls into a slot of confusion, breath hitching as does ned's as his apple drops to the ground. the soft thudding of a fruit colliding with the carpeted floor is what paints the words of their announcement on a big banner that ties itself around your brain.

you didn't expect yourself to be confused about their breakup. you prepared yourself for the ambivalence between happiness and pity when this day would come, but maybe it's because they said it with wide smiles like they'd just announced their getting married.

"what?"

the simultaneous exclamation shouted by you and ned takes them aback. peter drops mj's hand, face turning into a much different confusion, like he's wondering why you're not happy with their split.

"we broke up," he says softly, dazed. mj tugs on her ear. "what's wrong about that?"

"why are you both so happy?" you ask them. "oh my god, mj! does mom know about this?"

"oh, she knows all of it," she scoffs. "we weren't really together."

you're now really convinced you're being fucked with. "i'm gonna hit you both in the head with an apple."

"but we did it because of you," peter's desperate now, because he's expected your approval. "i mean, i had to kiss mj. for you!"

"how is that supposed to make me feel better?!"

"because we were trying to make you, like, jealous."

this feels like a fever dream.

a ridiculous, too insane to be real, fever dream. because peter looks like an upset puppy and mj's trying to look like she's trying to stop her laughter. you try to look closely and see if their pupils had widened to the point their eyes had turned black.

but they're normal. and you're mad and confused. you kick peter's leg. "you assholes!"

ned stands up from the couch, picking the apple off the carpet and frowns at the lint sticking on his fruit. "i was in it, by the way," he looks at you. "told me not to tell you and god i half expected them to like each other halfway but all they did was gag and whine like they're some disease to each other."

you look back at peter, who's scratching the back of his head. "'s that real?"

"yeah," he murmurs. "hella real."

and maybe, when he says he'd done it for you, it's like he's painted his confession on his forehead just to make it clear that he likes you.

just maybe.

was this horrible? yes. i'm high

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[lavenderinmoonlight]

Random chaotic ASMR thoughts, Zsaku version:

Let's gooooooo we're playing Twister

HE'S SO CUTE AUGH

Two competitive people in a room- they might kiss~

"Why did you pinch my back with your hands of DEATH-"

actually canon for me btw, my family fears my cold extremities

Awww not him being bossy- AAAAAAAA KISSES-

I feel like Bartender would win a drinking competition ngl

PROUD TO SAY WE ARE IMMUNE TO THIS MEME-

Wait we got apple crumble, let's goooooo (I'm so hungry rn, guys, I can only drink broth at this point)

Aw, I forgot his family moved to the States...

YES, MARRY ME GAMER BOI- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh I love it when they say they'll wait for a person. JEEZ, HE'S GOT GAME FR

Ok the rolling eyes part is also canon for me...

Still won tho >:3

Dang it I'm hungry

True, floofy bois are the best for cuddling

"Anything for you, babe-" dies- deceased- melting

"Would you rather" answers based on my personal tastes:

Rather watch him play for two hours- I don't play video games often anyway, free entertainment, and I have background noise to work on my crafting.

Ehhhhhhhhh... the car, definitely the car.

(yayyyyyy he wants cuddlessssss- AWWWWWWWWW NOT HIM POUTING- kyaaaaaa he's so cute-)

"Hey babe? Compliment me more." Me randomly thinking aloud: "Mm... you're the most supportive boyfriend?"

OH HOLD UP DID THAT WORK?

And this, this is why I have high standards...

Wait, is Jonah a big dog or a small dog type of guy...

We need to get off the floor smh.

THE FLUFF WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELYYYYYYYYYYYYY, GOT THE DUMBEST SMILE ON MY FACE RN

No but seriously what does marmite taste like???

... now I gotta try this.

Happy Holidays, Crumpets and Saku, hope it's a restful one for y'all!!!

CHAT- CRUMPETSSSSSS-

THE GAMER BOI IS HEREEEEEEEEEEE-

[atherix]

Atherix im wlwdkkekdk

The update dear god its making feel all warm and fuzzy and soft. I cannot put it to words how awesome this was.

Just wjdjejd BABY SCAR WITY HIS PARENTS. SO HAPPY SO ANGSTY FREE

AND JUST THEM RELAXING TOGETHER. SCAR ON MUMBO'S SHOULDER AND GRIAN'S WINGS AROUND THEM AAAAAAA

AND OFC U SPRINKLE SOME CRYPTIC PART THERE JWDJSKKD just,,, so much thought about that particular part with white haired scar. LIKE I HAVE A FEELING THAT WILL COME HAUNTING US AGAIN.

And can we just talk about how mumbo talks to tubbo there??? I just wjdjejdjdjd ITS LIKE HE'S TALKING TO HIS OWN SON AND IM SO SOFT FOR IT PLS AAAAAAA

AND THE FAE LORE. THE FAE LOREEEEEEE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAAAAAAA. Since im doing my own au with fae lore as the big part of it, i am LOVING with how amazing it is wjdjdj.

Its just making me feel so much more inspired to write and finally share what i have so i can scream about it with someone other than my lads irl wjdjekd

I just have so many thoughts, its enough to distract me from the heat of the day at where i am rn. (its super hot i feel like im melting with how sweaty i am)

I am scared what will happened in the future seeing how all of this has been fluff so far. But im excited bc GRIAN WATCHER LORE WOOO

Anyway i think i have screamed in ur inbox enough wkdkksdk

- purp anon

ghfsdhjghjdf <3

Thank you so much~! <3 I'm so glad you enjoyed it hehe <3

YES. LITTOL SCAR. Back when he was happy and angst free and didn't really understand death at all <3 Also we got to see a memory of Lorelai hehe, I'm looking forward to Lorelai.

YESSSS I LOVE THEM BEING SO DOMESTIC AND IN LOVE I AM SO HJFSJKKJFS <3<3 Just little things like casual contact, wing hugs and leaning on each other and Mumbo doing that thing again where he holds them both and just hjghjfhjdf <3<3<3

Who am I if not cryptic :) Can you really have Atherix Fluff without either Angst or Crypticness with it :) Hehe. Noooo no it totally won't come back....... <3

Mumbo is his other dad and no one has realized it yet LMAO <3 God I'm loving writing the dadification of Mumbo and Grian lmao

LOOK I LOVE MY FAE LORE MAYBE A LITTLE TOO MUCH I get way too into it, I have like. So much of it figured out and I am buzzing and trying not to overshare it all, especially considering the Fae's story being delivered in pieces is gonna be SUPER important for Grian realizing some stuff later on and I can't say more but hhgfdjkk-

ooooo when you do write and share it be sure to let me know, I definitely wanna see it 👀 I believe in you!!

Haha it's 51 Fahrenheit/10 Celsius and 11 PM where I am so cannot relate, but I hope you get out of the heat soon <3

Oh yeah. Um. This is, uh, the last of the fluff. So. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted :) WATCHER LOOOOORE. So fun fact, but Midnight is gonna give us so much more than Watcher Lore..... :) Grian is gonna discover some things but what those things are, hmm. Well. We'll see :)