#ahhh it was so fun to return to this game

[glassrunner]

Color Palette Meme:

@colorfulnickellandgarden asked: inFAMOUS Second Son + Midnight to Morning

[takes1]

playing with asahi azumane's hair

ahhh an original for a change woo! hope this finds the right crowd

warnings. sfw :0 minors still DNI

details. afab!reader / fluff / sprinkling of suggestiveness / crushing on asahi / validated crush / platonic?touch / mutual!crush / sweet!asahi / sensitive!asahi / love language: physical touch / sleepy, feel-good fic / 1.4k words

links. masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests OPEN.

Asahi's shoulder had been rubbing on your calf for three hours now. It was warm, pleasant, but not indicative of a damn thing.

You craved more.

The only evidence you had, equally falsifiable as it was, was the fact that he had not moved away from you.

You gave a disinterested sigh at the colorful, flashing TV. Smash Bros was fun for the first hour, but you soon gave your controller to Nishinoya and had no stake in the fight.

You glanced down at Asahi's handsome face for the umpteenth time tonight.

He held a soft frown, his brow naturally heavy and set like he was frustrated at whatever he focused on. Asahi didn't play much. He liked to watch, and gave some commentary, but you figured out that he must have simply enjoyed the inclusion, the company, of a close sleepover such as this one.

When he reached across the floor in front of you to grab another sour gummy worm from its bag, you forced a fake interest in the screen again. He lingered a moment or two too long. Then, he found what he was looking for and sat back upright, chewing on it, color by color instead of all-in-one.

Your fists tightened. Morbid curiosity, mixed with a bit of sleep deprivation, and compounded boredom, fueled a stormy, boundary-crossing question.

It was a mutter, but anyone not paying 100% attention to the game could probably hear you, "Could I play with your hair?"

As soon as the last syllable left your lips, you grew hot with regret.

That was the kind of question that could make things too weird, too quick, and things might never be the same. You could spare that embarrassment with just about anyone else in this room, but not him.

It was innocent, but didn't sound like it; not out loud. You just wanted to touch him. That sounded awful, but the feeling was so strong and pure, you couldn't fully believe that it was as wrong as its near-guaranteed perception.

Asahi raised his brows, honey-brown eyes made intentionally softer for you.

He returned your exact volume, "Sure!"

Your expression remained still, a little wide-eyed, still polite, as you digested his too-easy yes.

Suga gave you an ultra-soft nudge, your queue, in a way, to come back to the land of the living. You glanced to him, unable to hide your shock, and he chuckled at you.

"-Haven't brushed it in a few hours--," Asahi was pulling his hair out of the clip he had it confined in.

It all cascaded down his shoulders in a dark, rich, shade of brown. His fingers racked through it, close to the scalp, a few times, with a little shake. His curls came loose and you couldn't see his face as he leaned, settling onto the carpet in front of you.

"Let me know if there's too many tangles. I can get those- uh--,"

You both realized your knees were not a comfortable surface to lean back on.

In an awkward, shaky adjustment, you spread your knees apart to make room for his shoulders on the back of the couch, closer to you. He took the liberty of grabbing your ankles and placing your legs in front of him.

Your body was frozen, unsure of what to do, with the sensation of his warm, warm body on your legs- his hands easily wrapped around your ankles. You could feel his bulky, muscular shoulders on the back of your thighs and had to collect yourself for a few moments.

His hair was so soft. It slipped through your fingers like water.

Coconut oil. You caught a whiff of it and almost melted. You desperately hoped he couldn't sense the tremble in your fingers.

Every twitch, every movement, you made mental note of.

It took minutes to get adjusted to the act of being this close to him, without overanalyzing every breath. He kept the bag of gummy worms in his lap, and ate more frequently now that he didn't have to try as hard to get to them.

But you couldn't stay so nervous forever.

Fatigue, if anything, overcame your anxiety and helped you slowly relax. You paid half-attention to the screen, half to the braids you began, brushed out with your fingers, then restarted with muscle memory.

You would take your time parting his hair at the scalp, using your nails to better separate the sections, and go about the process from side to side, then back again.

"Looks like somebody's falling asleep," Suga mumbled.

As sleepy as you felt, you automatically thought was that he was talking about you.

When you turned to look at him, confused, you noticed he was instead looking at your lap. A feint smile, amused, but charmed, on across his own tired face.

Curious, you craned to look down at Asahi-- his eyes were rolling back into the sockets, his whole face completely relaxed. It was downright adorable.

You slowly brushed out the braid and just used your nails to give him head scratches, instead.

"Mm-h," Was his short, quiet groan.

Now you could feel the full weight of his body adjust, twitching, as he woke up and started to fall back asleep again.

His deep sigh lifted your thighs along with the height of his shoulders. He leaned his head back onto your hands, then crossed his arms, trapping your ankles with a small shimmy.

From here, you realized his skull was kind of big. It was proportional to his body, but it felt like he was spreading your inner thighs further than you fantasized he might.

The way he craned his head back made it almost impossible to get to his hair. You were looking straight down at his twitchy, sleeping face.

Your fingers needed something to do. They flitted over his skin in a natural reaction.

He sighed through his nose, relaxed again, fully into you.

Your heart fluttered at the seemingly unconscious action. You were careful not to scratch him as you began tracing over all his chiseled features.

His crooked nose bridge, up to his forehead, through his thick eyebrows. You dipped your knuckles down his cheeks and discovered exactly how much you liked his facial hair.

He shaved more of his face than you thought. His 5 o'clock shadow was rough, and textured, along his jaw.

The other guys were starting to head to bed.

Some looked satisfied in their bundled up blankets, laying on the floor where they had fallen asleep a while ago watching the first-years and their endless energy. They, at least, continued to play into the small hours of the night.

Your desire to keep him here was getting blurred with your need to get some rest, too.

You took as much as enjoyment as you could waking him, using the kindest voice you could, lightly scratching his scalp again.

"Mm-!" He woke with a mumble and a quiet gasp.

His stubble scratched against your inner thigh as his head jerked properly upright. As much as you felt the scratch of his jaw, he felt the soft, smooth flesh of your leg and loved it, too.

Immediately, he realized his position and his rough hands slid back over your calves, calculating how much he actually needed to move.

You caught his hesitation for what it was, for once.

Your small, excited, smile remained audible as you told him, "We're going to sleep now."

Asahi nodded, but didn't move. Not right away, at least.

"Mmkay," He grumbled, and twisted to lean hard against your right leg. He clutched it tighter and smushed the side of his face into your supple skin.

The way his small movement shifted your balance kept your fists tight, your lip bitten, and your heartbeat strong throughout your whole body.

You whispered, giddy, "Asahi-!"

"(Y/n)," He muttered, in a very weak attempt to return your inflection.

Your hand placement was second, triple, then quadruple-guessed before you decided to place it on his chest, doubled over to better speak to him.

"I'm serious, I need to get up."

From here, you were nearly eye-level. He glanced at you. Needy, still.

His gaze was low, steady, and fuzzy in intention.

It sent a shiver down your spine.

After a moment, he yielded with another tired sigh and rubbed a firm squeeze into your shin. And even though you were released, you remained to return his kindness with another stroke through his hair.

From the side, you could see how his jaw tightened at the motion. It needed to stop there.

You prayed he wouldn't forget about this when the morning came around.

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@integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @screamin-abt-haikyuu

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[masiola]

Obey me brothers giving and receiving NSFW HCs

MDNI!!

x GN! reader

Lucifer

(receiving)

Depending on his mood and the place, sometimes he'll let out only quiet breathy moans or groans (any place other than his bedroom), and other times he'll moan loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

praises praises praises

"You're doing so good dear."

"Such a good human for me."

"You look so beautiful sucking on my cock."

Can be degrading if he's had a bad day or if you've been misbehaving. He'll be rougher with you, guiding your head up and down his length, until he paints your throat white.

"You love my cock in your mouth don't you, my little slut."

"You like being used like this? Hmm?"

Plenty of praise after and forehead kisses of course.

He looks at you the whole time. He loves to see your fucked out face at the end; lips red and plump; a mix of spit and cum dripping down your chin; tear stained cheeks. You look so perfect to him.

(giving)

Painfully slow at first, he wants you to beg and tell him exactly what you want

If you try thrusting your hips upwards, he'll warn you and pin them down to the bed.

Overstimulation until you're crying. He kisses your tears away after and offers plenty of hugs. He cleans you up and changes the sheets if they get dirty.

Mammon

(receiving)

Tries not to moan loud because he gets a little embarrassed, but always gives up at the end. Throwing his head back and crying out loud enough for the whole HoL to hear.

"T-that's good baby!"

"Yer mouth feels s' good darlin'."

Make eye contact with him during and he'll start rambling on about how you're the most beautiful and handsome being to ever exist. When he's close he'll guide your head and start panting, followed by a string of 'I love you's. He likes to cum on your face. He wipes it off with a warm towel and kisses it after.

(giving)

He takes his time because he wants to explore all of you with his hands and tongue.

He mutters possessive things from in between your legs. Maybe growls a little?

"You're my human, all mine."

"MY human...so pretty."

Leaves marks on your thighs.

He loves giving you head sm, he could get off on it alone. Moans the entire time.

Leviathan

(receiving)

Generally subby, especially when it comes to oral. He's a little scared to take control so you get to set the pace, position etc. Tell him to use his words and he'll whine and whimper for you to go faster.

Stuttering and blabbering mess. His face is bright red the entire time and he'll try to hide with his hands or pillow.

"It's t-too much."

"I-if you keep doing that your gonna make me cum!" (like duh that's the point).

He's thrusting his hips upwards constantly without really meaning to, but damn does it feel good to fill you up completely.

Two dicks? No problem we have two hands for a reason ;)

double the cum double the fun

He'll get a little annoyed if you suck him off in the middle of a game. His headset and controller are thrown somehwere on the desk and his back is arching from his seat. Once you're done his attention returns to the game over screen and he frowns. He puts his headset back on just for you to wrap your hands around his cocks and start pumping again.

"W-wait! It's ahhh~"

(giving)

His long, forked snake tongue can basically do anything, flick, suck, fuck your hole, ask and it will be done. He loves it when you cum on his face.

"C-canyousitonmyfaceplease."

Breathing is overrated anyways.

[acesinferno]

Fateful Encounters (Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante X Reader)

I'm starting to think all my favorite One Piece characters are actually dead which is pretty sad for me. Oh well, we're going to do another dead favorite. Depending on how much I enjoy these fan fics, I might aim for 2 a day cause I really have a lot of thoughts and ideas accumulating in this brain. Also I'd expect drabbles and small form thoughts that pop in my brain to make their way onto this page too.

Also quick input, Why is Ray Chase like the most recognizable voice to me. I feel like he's always my favorite characters and I'll go to see who voices him and I'm like YOU?!?! AGAIN?!?! I have a love for all of the Final Fantasy 15 boys. I've 100 percent of that game done except catching all the fish which I am working on.

Also I have been awake for over 24 hours while writing this, I'm sorry it's not the most cohesive plot. That's the fun of doing this when inspiration strikes, some of it comes out jumbled.

Synopsis: After saving him from his own clumsy curse multiple times, Corazon can't get you out of his mind. He wants to learn more about you and begins to seek you out even if it means having more accidents.

Additional Stuff: Meet-Cute, Fluff

Potential Trigger Warnings and other mentions: Strong Language, Burns, Cora's regular clumsy antics.

Word Count: 1.4K

Pairing: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante X GN!Reader

The 9'7" Giant had tripped again. It's not his fault he was so damn clumsy. He had to be cursed or something. He had fallen down the stairs and landed directly on top of a passerby. He looked down at them underneath him for a second before he realized that he was still pinning them to the ground. 

He quickly stands up and begins waving his hands erratically, patting his large feathered coat until he finds what he is looking for. His pen and paper. 'I AM SO SORRY!' He writes in big, bold letters and holds it out and shakes it at them for them to read. 

"Hey now, I can't read it when you're shaking it like that." You laugh and reach out and grab his hand to stop him from moving the paper. "It's fine. I didn't think you meant to fall on top of me." You tell him. "Are you okay though? It was a pretty mean fall." The concerned look in your eyes doesn't escape him as he nods. 

"Ahhh, good. Well, I'm glad I could catch you, even if unconventionally." You comment with a wide grin that almost matched his makeup. You quickly tell him your name before tacking on. "I'll see you around. I've got somewhere I need to be right now. Have a good day!" You turn and begin to walk off with a polite wave of your hands, not even waiting for him to write down his answer. For a moment he thinks about chasing after you. Just to tell you his name, but he quickly shakes off the idea and returns to his previous task. 

Days have gone by, but Rosinante just can't get that fateful interaction out of his mind. He knew nothing about you, just your name. As he stands there smoking his cigarette in the entrance of an alleyway where he had first met you, he hears a squawk of surprise from nearby. "You're on fire!" Someone screams and runs over and pulls him down and begins to pat the flames of his feathered coat out. 

When he looks up, he realizes it's you again. "You really are the most unlucky guy I think I've ever laid my eyes on." You laugh. "How does that even happen?" You question, your eyes meeting his as he turns a bright shade of red. 

'Just clumsy, I guess.' He writes down before taking the pad of paper back and begins to write another sentence. 'I'm Corazon.' He informs her with the next pass of the pad. 

"Charmed." You chuckle and repeat your name to him again. "Tell me. If you're this clumsy, why wear the jacket while you smoke?" You interrogate. He stands there for a second dumbstruck. Had he really never thought of that? The coat is usually the main thing that catches fire. His hand immediately smacks his face only to be burned by his cigarette. 

Luckily, his devil fruit ability was up, or you would hear him scream like a bitch. You can tell by his face that he is in fact screaming, though. "Oh shit! Let me see!" You command and grab his hand, taking a look at his now burned hand. Slinging your backpack off your back, you open it and pull out a small first aid kit. Acting as fast as you can, you get some burn ointment out and put it on the burn to help ease the sting you know he's feeling. 

"Alright, gonna wrap this up for now so the burn cream doesn't get everywhere and to make sure it doesn't get infected." You explain as you pull a roll of bandages out and begin to wrap his hand up like a professional. He stares at you with a look of shock and nods down at you. 

When you turn back to look at him, you see his face is flushed an even darker shade of red. He grabs his pen and paper and writes again. 'Thank you.' He tells you through his scribbled words. He's looking at you with a look of bewilderment like no one has patched him up before.

"Don't worry about it." You nod and turn around. "It was nice to meet you, Corazon. Hope we don't meet like this again." You comment and walk off again. Rosinante is completely in awe of how you can just waltz in and help him and then immediately leave again as if you didn't turn his world upside down in mere moments. 

His thoughts are fully consumed by you now; he's staring down at the bandages when the memory of his last meeting with you graces his thoughts. Of course, he should know by now to not look down while he's walking. He trips over a large rock and finds himself in the town's fountain. "Corazon?" He hears a familiar voice behind him ask. He turns over in the fountain as best he can and sees you there, grinning at him. 

"It's nice to see you again, but we really need to quit meeting like this." You extend your hand out to his good one to pull him up to his feet. He grabs your hand and lets himself be pulled up, only he gets pulled a little harder than he expected and crashes into you. The giant of a man is practically engulfing your entire body underneath his for a moment before immediately rolling off of you. 

He grabs his notepad out of his jacket again, even though it's completely soaked, and begins to compose a new note. 'I'm sorry, I was distracted,' he pouts out to you. You take the wet paper from him and have to look at it carefully because of how illegible the ink is on the soggy parchment. 

"It's fine!" You laugh with a wide smile on your face. "What were you distracted by, if I may ask?" You interrogate him as you seem to search over his large form for any signs that he is hurt. The trick is there isn't really a time he isn't hurting in some way, shape, or form. The scars that cover his body from his life still ache on occasions, and his clumsy curse never lets him go a day without some new scratch or bruise. He's lucky it's usually not worse than that. 

He looks away from you as your question registers in his mind. He had been thinking about you and how he wanted to meet you again. His face is a crimson red color as he tries to think up a way to explain his thoughts or maybe even just lie about them altogether. He looks down at the pad of paper in his hand and resigns himself to the truth, 'You.' He scratches out. 'I was thinking about how weird it is we keep meeting like this.' He scribbles and hands the pad to you. 

He hears you laugh with such joy at his word, and he wants to hide in case he embarrassed himself. "Honestly, it is a very weird coincidence, and this just goes to prove it. It's like fate, I'd say. Is there any other explanation you've thought up, Corazon?" You ask with a beaming smile. He's looking over at you from his place on the ground beside you and shakes his head no. 

"Well, what do you think we should do about that, then?" You question him with a mischievous look in your eyes before he snatches his notebook from your hands with force and starts to compose a new message to you. 

'A date! Let me take you out on a date!' He expresses through his written words. He shakes the pad at you much like he did the first day you met. When you grab his arm to steady his hand, you read it, and this time it's your turn to blush. 

"You want to go on a date... with me?" You ask, to which he nods vehemently in response. Before he can write anything else, you tackle him back to the ground in a hug, his soggy clothes making yours a little damp as well. "Of course, Corazon!" You respond. "I'd love to go on a date with you!" 

He wraps his arms around your torso and holds you to him for a minute, a large smile gracing his painted lips. He hasn't been this happy in a long time, and he can't wait to see what the future holds for the both of you. And honestly, you can't either.

[herotome]

Devlog #144

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I did so much writing??!?!? Ahhh!

I think it had something to do with giving myself permission (<---easier said than done) to write more exciting scenes out of order. That means action scenes! That means romantic build-up...! Granted they're 'baby's first romance/action scenes' for our MC, because they nonetheless occur quite early on. As a writer I gotta leave myself room to amp the adrenaline up in mid-to-late game scenes.

Some no context peeks - quick disclaimer that none of this is final and may be susceptible to being cut (especially because I wrote out of order):

Warden: "… It was probably that kid's first time pulling a stunt like this. I bet they didn't imagine you'd be there to stop them in their tracks." Warden: "It's good that it was just a kid, too. I don't want you getting into an actual fight without me." Warden: "I mean— if you're assigned under me, I should always be nearby to help, so..." … Is it me, or does he seem a bit flustered by the thought of being near me? Or of me being under him— I suck in a hiss as Warden removes the final thorn [from my hand].

I cough and flap the neck of my top, hoping to diffuse the noxious scent of paint. It doesn't help. Warden: "Uhm— here, hold on—" He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to me. ��� I can't quite stop myself from gawking at the sight. Warden: "… Was that stupid of me? Maybe this is gross, you don't need to wear my jacket—" I take the jacket from him before he can get too self-conscious. Whether or not I {i}want{/i} to wear it, it'll be better than huffing the spray paint from my own clothes.

Griffin: "Do you trust me?" Player choice: "I do." His eyes seem to flicker, torn between delight and genuine surprise. Griffin: "Really? {i}Wow{/i}. That makes me feel real special, you have no idea." Griffin: "I'm gonna have to trust you right back in return, won't I?"

Griffin: "It's our anniversary. My honey bunny and I just had a splendid meal at the new Michelin-star gastronomic restaurant uptown. Have you been there?" {i}Honey bunny{/i}? If I was trying to maintain a poker face, I'm failing spectacularly at it now. Player choice: "Y—Yeah! All of the gas atomics were… so yummy." (NPC): "… Gas atomics?" Griffin: "My honey bunny has a lisp. I'll kill you if you make fun of [her]."

What else.

I separated last week's driving CG into separate PNGs, and wrote and tested the code to make sure Griffin doesn't show up as... oh, I don't know... a floating pair of eyes?

I also wrote a bit of code to adjust the background height while you're in a car -- you can see a before and after below.

Might have to nudge it back down a bit though.

That's about it?!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[kitnootkat]

(Sorta) Summer dates ! ... Sunflowers; happiness, cheer hope

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CHARACTERS : Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Edogawa Ranpo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dazai Osamu : Beach Date Dazai would be the type to take you on a fun beach date because what's the summer for if not to enjoy the heat by the beach. Of course you both will relax in the sand, play in the water, and get some must needed ice cream, but something you'll also do is explore. Somehow Dazai would coax you into going into the nearby forest to try and find a hidden scenic view of the ocean. Once you both find it, hand in each other, you're amazed by the view but the brunette is amazed by you. "Woah... Dazai this sight is amazing!!" At first you were very reluctant to go with Dazai since wandering in the woods isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, but damn were you so happy he convinced you to do so. The sight of the ocean from atop the rocky cliff was beautiful, it left you speechless.

Turning your head to the side to look at your boyfriend, the look on his face leaves you flushed. He was staring at you so lovingly that if you continued to face him he'd see you as red as a tomato. Oh how much he would tease you. The moment after you turn back to the water, you head a small laugh beside you which causes you to start pouting.

"The view really is amazing isn't it? While his words could have meant the view in front of you, you both knew what it meant: you were the amazing view. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Yosano Akiko : Shopping Date

No matter what anyone says, both you and Yosano can agree that shopping dates are some of the best type of dates. Your girlfriend loves to drag you around to try new clothing styles and seasonal releases. She was absolutely enamored with how you could look oddly good in everything you wore! Of course you can try and say that's only her opinion but she refuses otherwise. You'll stop by at least twelve different stores trying out at minimum three outfits each per-store and neither of you mind it even making a game out of who can make the other look better.

This was the third store that you've been too today and you're determined to win this round of the game. Last store Yosano won and you could not let it happen again! The score is 0-2 already not in your favor so you're going to pull out all the stops and include jewelry in it too. It's not breaking a rule, its a loop hole because she didn't address it!

As you give her the basket, there's a big smile on your face and the thought of "I'll definitely win this!" was repeating itself in your head. When you take the basket of clothes she wanted you to wear, you don't think much of it. But why does the stuff in the basket look familiar? "Ahhh! We're matching!" When both of you walk out of the changing stall it seems you both are wearing almost identical outfits. While you are a bit huffed at this, Yosano is laughing. "It's- oh- this is- really funny oh my goodness. We definitely have to buy these outfits!" Despite trying to keep a pout on your face you cant help but burst into returning giggles. Even if this was most likely a tied round, you think that you've won in another way: another pair of matching outfits and hearing Yosano's joyous laugh.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Edogawa Ranpo : Candy Shop

Dates with Ranpo has turned into a routine if anything, but who says routine dates can’t exist. Every Sunday you both walk to the candy shop by the armed detective agency. As odd as it sounds Ranpo was actually the one who recommended the idea of walking after Kunikida said no to driving you both. Well not so much recommended but dramatically sighed and said quote “Since there’s nothing we can do… I GUESS we can walk. I guess.” While surprised you did agree so every Sunday your dates have been walk with Ranpo to the candy shop down the street then shop for a bit. Unfortunately for you though, for some reason they were out of the chocolates you wanted.  

“Damn it! They’re out of the chocolates I normally get.” Hershey kisses are something many people say that they’re very boring or like Tanizaki says “mid” chocolates but sometimes simple is just best! As you look over the chocolate aisle you mentally pray in your head that you simply just missed the sight of it rather than them actually being sold out. 

“Stop trying to get your hopes up, they're fully out.” Crossing your arms and huffing you turn towards where Ranpo is. The little shit you’re dating is sitting in the shopping cart sucking happily on a lollipop with a smug smile on his face. As you pout at him you grumble out that he could at least help you try and find it. 

“You’re so rude, I was just being honest. Here, have something sweeter.” Raising an eyebrow, you feel your arm get tugged towards Ranpo, body following. Before you can say anything you feel his lips on yours. It’s only a moment before he pulls away but as your face flushes his has a smirk. “See, problem solved.” 

“No it’s not, you would kill me if I did the same thing to you.” “Absolutely because nothing is sweeter than the candy I like”

“Why do I date you” “Because you love me!”

[brotherwtf]

i feel like these lyrics would be super fitting for an sports au where bucky’s a football/rugby/baseball (basically any sports with a ball hahah) player

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads

Beer sticking to the floor

Cheers chanted, cause they said

There was no chance, trying to be

The greatest in the league

Where's the trophy?

He just comes running over to me

Touch down

Call the amateurs and

Cut 'em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I'm the one to beat

Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

ahhh that is so cute! I'm thinking a college au maybe? classic jock/nerd au with Bucky and Gale, super cute and sweet

Gale is going to school for astrophysics and astronomy, he hopes to do research or possibly become a professor once he gets his PhD

John signed on to play D1 baseball, but studies literature when he's not playing

They almost never cross paths, but when they do meet it's classic romcom bullshit

Gale is running late to an exam and John is late to practice and they literally run into each other on campus

Gale is knocked flat on his ass, books and pencils falling from his backpack and John immediately feels bad

It doesn't help that John is the most beautiful person Gale has seen, or that John is literally drowning in Gale's blue eyes bcs they just kinda sit there

It isn't until Gales scrambling for his books and pens that John finally snaps out of it and helps him up and desperately asks Gale for his number

Gale blushes as he gives it to John, and basically runs to his exam, John thinks about him all during practice and his teammates make fun of him endlessly

They start texting and talking more, meeting at the library or the dining hall and just talking

Gale finally musters up the courage to ask John on a proper date and John is absolutely ecstatic

They go into the city and get dinner and ice cream, after that just sort of wandering around until Gale says he should probably get back

John walks Gale all the way to his dorm, and presses a shy kiss to his lips to say goodbye, and Gale blushes endlessly

They start dating, and Gale starts going to more of John's baseball games to support him (aka look at John's ass and thighs in those tight baseball pants)

He doesn't quite understand the game, but always cheers for John when he's batting. John always beams the brightest when he can see Gale in the crowd, sometimes blowing him a kiss before hitting it out of the park

What if during one of their championship games, it's the bottom of the ninth, they're all tied up, bases loaded, and Johns up to bat. Gale is in the crowd, obviously, and he's nervous, wringing his hands together in anticipation

It's a full count (Three balls and two strikes) and this next pitch could either make or break their win. The entire crowd watches in anticipation, leaning forward in their seats

John looks into the crowd and spots Gale, blows him a kiss before turning back to the pitcher. Gale is probably thinking "you dummy, you don't have time for that now you need to focus"

And John hits a fucking grand slam and the crowd screams. Gale literally jumps to his feet and cheers when John rounds all the bases and returns to home with the rest of his team hugging and grabbing him

John manages to pull himself away from his team and finds Gale who's made his way up to the edge of the bleachers. He pulls John into an enthusiastic kiss and hugs him so close he feels like John might struggle to breathe, but he's too fucking proud of John to care

A couple of their teammates (I'm thinking like Curt and Rosie) pour Gatorade over John's head while he's still hugging Gale and then immediately regret it once they see they accidently soaked Gale, but Gale is laughing too hard to actually care

The boys try to drag John out to the bar, but he insists on staying behind and celebrating quietly with Gale, who just beams at the thought

In celebration, they go into the city and get ice cream, just like their first date

eeekk I loved this one! nerd/jock tropes are one of my favorites I hold them near and dear to my heart. lmk if you guys have any more hcs for this!

[ghostofskywalker]

ahhh clone-uary sounds so cute!! and I love how you have it set up for yourself bc I've been there done that and it can get a little crazy otherwise xD

I thought I would mayhaps request Jesse and "Don't you dare throw that pillow." or "God, your hands are freezing. Here-" *holds hands* whichever tickles your fancy

~ @high-ct5555

thank you!! and i loved both of the prompts you gave but i went with the first one, i hope you enjoy it :)

Pillow Fight

words: 1,108

summary: after you stumble upon a playful 501st pillow fight, you decide to play a little joke on your favorite troopers.

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The clones were created to be fearsome warriors, at the top of their game when it came to strategy, ruthlessness, marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat skills. You would no sooner want to meet an angry rancor in a dark alley than you would want to be the favored enemy of one of the GAR’s troopers, no matter what their rank or battalion was. 

And, as you quickly learned upon the joining the Republic’s forces as a strategist, when they weren’t in the throes of battle, the clones were the biggest goofballs you had ever met. 

The sound of joyful laughter was echoing through the durasteel walls as you walked through the halls of the flagship Resolute, returning to your quarters after a shift in the medical bay. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to check out the sounds of reverie in the barracks, but it was one you certainly did not regret. 

Every single item in the room was in disarray, including the bunks themselves (which you had thought were bolted to the floor, but apparently weren’t). Blankets were hung from the beds and even attached to the walls, created makeshift shelters for the troopers as they launched fuzzy projectiles at each other, and some of the braver clones were facing their brothers at closer ranges, large pillows in their hands as they whacked each other. 

When they finally noticed your presence in the room, the battle ceased in an instant. Pillows were still raised high in the air and not a single man stood from behind their shelter, but all eyes were on you as you stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised as you decided to have a little fun of your own. “Didn’t you hear what Rex was saying at the meeting earlier?” 

A sea of blank stares greeted you, which was what you had come to expect. You knew that every trooper in this room held endless respect for their captain, but you also happened to know that they tended to zone out when it came to longer meetings, and the one this morning had unfortunately been full of more organizational information than it had been battle plans and procedures. The looks on every single face in the room proved that no one had truly absorbed every single piece of information at the gathering, and it only made the next few moments more fun as you continued to speak. “Towards the end, he said there would be random barrack inspections this week by the commanding officers.”  

Okay, maybe it was a little cruel, but the sheer panic that took over every single one of the clones’ faces was something you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at. Immediately, the joyful mayhem of the previous moments was replaced by a new, more urgent chaos. 

“Whose pillows are these?” 

“Fives, did you nail those blankets into the wall?” 

“Rex is going to kill us.” 

In the midst of the chaos, you caught Jesse’s eye, but he was too consumed by the collective panic to really notice you. Your presence in these barracks at this point was something of a common occurrence, and you supposed that the group of men currently attempting to clean up the remnants of their bedding battle trusted you implicitly because of your connection to one of their ARC troopers. You had seen them at their best and at their worst, and while you’ll never love another like you love Jesse, every single person in the room at this moment has a special place in your heart. 

That special place in your heart did not grant them immunity from the occasional bout of playful tomfoolery, but you didn’t think anyone would be too mad when the truth finally came out. 

And it certainly did, much faster than you were expecting. 

The door to the barracks opened just seconds later, and every single eye in the room turned towards the doorway to see Rex standing in it, a cup of caf in his hand and the obvious expression of someone fighting back a yawn. As he stared at the mess before him and took in the sheer panic on every one of the trooper’s faces, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for what was about to happen. 

All at once, voices exploded. 

“Sir, can we have a little more time?” 

“We’re in the middle of a deep clean!” 

“Come on, we just got the notice today!” 

As Rex’s facial expression grew even more confused, you could feel the laughter bubbling up from your stomach. “What in Maker’s name are you all talking about?” 

“The barrack inspections,” Fives said expectantly. “From the meeting today.” 

“There was nothing about barrack inspections at the meeting today,” Rex responded, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Who told you that?” 

No one even had to respond, because all the eyes in the room turned to you. After instinctively turning away, you could see a small smile peek at the corner of Rex’s face as he realized what you had done, and you just flashed a quick grin in return, before the chorus of chaos turned their attention on you. 

Through the shouts that blended together, your laughter finally broke loose. “Maybe if you all actually paid attention at the meeting, you would have known I was pulling your leg.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriend’s movements shift. “Don’t you dare throw that pillow!” But your words had apparently fallen on deaf ears, and you could feel the plush projectile striking the side of your head not a moment later. 

You didn’t know how it happened, or what had come over you, but the pillow was in your hands before it had even hit the ground, and you were winding up to throw it right back. And as Jesse ducked out of the way of your toss, the frantic cleaning of the barracks were abandoned once more. Even Rex joined in on the fun, after he finished the last sips of the caf in his hand of course. 

You were ducking behind one of the bunks when you heard Jesse’s voice next to you, cutting through the laughter and other glee that had taken over the room. “That was mean.” 

You laughed as you turned towards your lover, shrugging nonchalantly. “Maybe, but you know I learned from the best.” 

You watched him roll his eyes in response, but he didn’t resist when you looped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer. Your lips sealed together as the battle around raged, but in this moment, you were the only two people in the entire galaxy.

- the end -

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[megs-98]

There's A First for Everything

Ahhh, very excited to post this piece. I wrote this for @bloodlessbhaalbabe for a valentine's day gift exchange :3 hope everyone loves as much as they do!

Summary: (Taking place post game and featuring @bloodlessbhaalbabe 's OC Elyra) After celebrating Love Day in Thaniel's Realm with the refugees and his love, Elyra, Halsin sets up a romantic evening for the two. He has something important to tell her before the fun starts.

Pairing: Halsin x f!OC (Elyra)

Tags: Explicit!, mutual pining, fluff, love confession, f! receiving oral, inappropriate actually quite appropriate use of entanglement spell, vaginal sex, lots of praise. I think that's it

Word count: 2.7k

You were sitting at the dining table in the home you share with Halsin, pressing dried rose petals in a mortar and pestle with beeswax, making one of your signature nail stains. You heard the front door open and close, signaling that your lover had returned home for the evening. 

“Elyra, my love.” He said as he pressed a kiss into your temple. “How has the day treated you?” 

“A lot better now that you’re here, handsome.” You winked at him as you told him about how you taught some self-defense classes to the tiefling children, and adults that wanted some lessons as you applied the bright red stain to your nails. 

“So resilient, my heart. I surely do regret not being able to observe your teachings. You always look so beautiful when partaking in.. strenuous activities.” 

Halsin took up residence behind your chair now, rubbing your shoulders as he smoked his pipe. 

“I wished to ask if you were busy tomorrow evening, I have something special planned, so long as you wish to partake in the celebrations with me.”

You quirked an eyebrow as you leaned your head back to meet his eyes resting your head against his midsection. “You know I’m never too busy for you, big guy. What’s the occasion?” 

“Well, tomorrow will be the celebration of Love Day. I have festivities planned for everyone during the day and something truly special planned for a woman of your caliber.”  

“I think it’s safe to say how we spend every evening could be a celebration of Love Day.” You laugh as you take his pipe from him. “But yes, you can count me in, I’m very interested to see what you have planned for the special day.” Taking a puff from his pipe, Halsin leans down and kisses you on the forehead as he gives you a small chuckle. 

~~

You woke early with Halsin the next day to help him get decorations up. Simple garlands of leaves from the various trees in Thaniel’s Realm painted reds and pinks, some having little hearts painted on them,  an obvious activity from the children yesterday. Moving along to help the other adults set up different activities for the day, you and Halsin kept stealing glances at each other whenever the opportunity presented itself. 

“I see those looks. The Druid Halsin loves you very much, Elyra. I’m sure he has something beautiful planned for you tonight.” You heard an older tiefling woman say. You smiled as you nodded. 

“I’m not sure what he has planned tonight, he won’t tell me. You know, it’s odd. Out of all my past lovers, I’ve never been with someone during an actual Love Day celebration. I’m not sure what to expect, but if I know Halsin, he won’t disappoint.” 

“Well, there’s a first for everything, dear. I’m sure it will be everything you always imagined it would be.” She said as she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

You enjoyed the day watching Halsin play with the young ones as they showed him their arts and crafts, even getting some from the children yourself, with Halsin coming over periodically to check in and give you a kiss. This wasn’t how you envisioned your holiday being spent, with dozens of refugees and orphans in lands that were once shrouded by a curse. Least of all with such an attractive and massive wood-elf by your side. Never did you think getting kidnapped and infected by Illithids would have resulted in one of the best things in your life, but here you were. Being showered with love by the people you helped save and the man you love most. 

As the day came to a close, you helped adults serve dinner to the children, taking a plate of your own once they had all been served. You sat down on a log a bit farther away from everyone else, taking in the conversations and atmosphere. You heard a twig snap from behind you, causing your head to turn. Seeing Halsin coming out of the brush, you relaxed. 

“Apologies, my heart. I did not mean to frighten you. I was just getting things set up for us later.”

You smiled as he sat down next to you, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You spoil me, you know that right?” 

“Anything and everything for you, love.” He said as he grabbed your chin, making your eyes meet his. “Once dinner has been cleared, meet in the clearing by the lake. There I will show you just what I have in store for us tonight.” He pressed a kiss into your lips as you let out a small moan, trying to deepen the kiss. 

Halsin laughed softly as he pulled away. “Patience, dear. You’ll have me soon enough. Enjoy your dinner and the company we keep. I’ll see you soon.” 

He got up from the log and withdrew back to the woods as you watched him walk away. Admiring the way he filled out his pants, how his leg muscles contracted and relaxed as he took his steps. You began imagining what salacious activities your man had planned for you, causing your thighs to rub together as you felt your core start to ache. You shake those thoughts from your head as your attention is brought back to the others sitting near you. You impatiently finished your dinner, silently willing the others to finish up a bit faster. Once everyone was done and you had helped clean up, you ran back to your house to quickly change. Opting for an off the shoulder, slightly see through, white dress that stopped just below the knee. You opt to leave on your boots since you knew you’d be walking through tall grass to get to the clearing. 

Making your way through the brush, you slowly saw lights come into view as you approached the clearing Halsin spoke of. You were quite privy to the location as this was where you and Halsin usually met each other if you were not in your shared bed. It was obvious Halsin had cast a dancing lights cantrip, as you saw him illuminated underneath the floating orbs, leaning against a tree whittling. Laid before him was a blanket with a bowl of plums, a jar of honey, and a bottle of wine with two cups. 

Halsin smiles as he sees you walking up to him, putting his whittling project in his pocket. 

“There you are, my heart. Still after all this time, my heart swells with ecstasy every time I see you. I hope you remember our first night together as fondly as I do.” 

“Course I do. I made you so crazy for me you almost turned into the bear.” You say with a wink as you rub your hands against his chest. “Am I gonna see the bear tonight?” 

You see a faint flash of gold roll over Halsin’s eyes as he gives you a hum of acknowledgement. 

“While I do appreciate the enthusiasm, this is a night between just you and I in our most earthly forms.” You feel his hands slowly down your sides, how he was obviously continuing to memorize all of your curves. Firmly grabbing your hips as he brings his forehead against yours. 

Having led you to the blanket, Halsin kneels down and motions for your foot as he takes off each of your boots then motions for you to sit down as he sits next to you. He reaches his hand into his pocket pulling out his project, placing it in your hand. You look down and see a palm sized wooden heart. 

You hear Halsin clear his throat, looking at him and you can see just how nervous he still is after being together for months. You place the wooden heart in one of your boots, for safekeeping, and turn back to the wood-elf who you had fallen in love with. Facing him and taking his hands, you give him your full attention. 

“Elyra, I have told you this once before, but I must tell you again. My heart does stir lightly, but it does when I am near you. Between the shadow curse and being archdruid, I was beginning to lose myself. But you, my heart, you lifted the fog and helped me see that there is more in life for me to explore. You being one of them. I love this life we have together and I love you most of all.” 

“Aren’t you such a big, sweet softie.” You say as you squeeze his hands “I love you too. I never thought this is where my life would be, but I’m glad I’m here with you.” 

You grab a plum and hand him one as he presses a kiss into your temple. You watch him eat the fruit as you pour yourself a cup of wine, taking a drink and setting it to the side. Now it is Halsin who watches you as you grab a plum of your own. He watches closely as you drizzle honey over the fruit and take a bite, causing its juice and honey to drip down you, some landing on your cleavage.

A low growl emanates from Halsin as you hear him whisper “Oak father preserve me”. He reaches a hand out, being sure to keep his eyes locked on yours, as he uses his thumb to take a swipe of juice and honey off the top of your breasts, coming closer to you as he sucks it off his thumb.

Keeping eye contact, Halsin moved in even closer. “My, my, little dove, you’re a bit messy tonight. Can I help you clean yourself up?” 

His closeness causes you to breathe harder, making your breasts heavy closer to his face. 

“I’d be more disappointed if you didn’t. Help a girl out, huh?” Your request came out breathier than you had anticipated. 

Receiving the consent he was waiting for, Halsin presses a bruising kiss to your lips, causing you both to moan. Halsin slowly works his way down your neck, leaving marks as he went, until reaching your chest. He licked the rest of the honey off your chest before he pulled back to look at you again, ensuring that you were enjoying yourself. He saw that you were leaning your head back as your eyes rolled back. Satisfied that you were enjoying yourself, Halsin reaches down and pulls the hemline of your dress down as he lays you down. Halsin slots himself between your thighs as he pulls your dress down more, revealing your breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth as he paws at your other breast. Spurred on by hearing your moans, he continues working your dress down your body, silently thanking Silvanus for the loose fabric it was made of. Once he had you completely stripped, he sat up and marveled at your form. Running his hands down your body, grabbing handfuls of your plush stomach and thick thighs. 

“Silvanus truly took his time creating you, my heart. Oak father, preserve me, you are so beautiful.”  

Halsin leans down, placing tender kisses across every inch of skin he could see, leaving the occasional mark as he kissed closer to your aching core.  He places your thighs over his shoulders as he lays himself back down. He slowly kisses his way down each of your thighs as you card a hand through his hair, hearing a moan as your nails scratch Halsin’s scalp. Needing more, you grab a handful of his hair, attempting to guide to where you need. 

“Patience, my heart.” You hear as Halsin chuckles. “You’ll get what you need, and much more.” 

Just as you are about to protest, a gasp leaves you as you feel Halsin’s mouth around your clit. Tongue circling as he gently sucks on it, making your grip on his hair tighten even more. His hands come around your thighs, most definitely leaving bruises from his tightening grip, as he brings his tongue down to your slick folds. His name tumbles off your lips as you moan his name, feeling your core beginning to tighten, knowing that you’re close. You grind against his face trying to get yourself there faster. You feel as Halsin withdraws one of his hands from your thigh, quickly finding entrance as he continues to work your overstimulated clit. He pumps one finger in and out of you, quickly adding a second one after feeling how wet you are. As he continues fingering you, hitting that sweet spot oh so well, you back arches as you find yourself closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re doing so well for me. I love feeling the way you tighten around my fingers as you get closer to finishing. I need you to finish for me, love, like the good girl you are. Can you do that?” 

As you hear his praise and have your sense filled by the man, between his ministrations in your cunt, continuing to use his tongue to circle and flick your clit, and his strong hand around your thigh, you quickly find yourself tumbling over the edge. Halsin doesn’t stop though, he continues his work as he moans into you feeling you cum on his hand. Halsin kisses his way up your body as you struggle to catch your breath, feeling him take his pants off as he does. He grabs your hands with his, lacing his fingers between yours, and gives you a passionate kiss. 

“I need you to keep your hands above your head for me and if it becomes too much please do not hesitate to tell me.”  

You quirk an eyebrow at him, wondering just what the druid has in store for you. You hear him whisper “Voco vineae” with a flash of green, you feel as roots come up out of the ground, pinning down your wrists. You flash Halsin a mischievous smile as he leans down to kiss you again. Playing with one of your breasts as he gave his throbbing cock a couple of strokes before lining up with your entrance. You both moan as he sinks his length into you, stuffing his cock into you down to the hilt with little resistance. He brings your legs over his chest before he leans forward placing his forearms on both sides of your head. He feels you clench again as before he even starts thrusting, you turned on from how he has you folded and pinned down. He starts thrusting at an achingly slow speed, causing you to whimper as you need more. Need to feel more of his cock in you, need to dig your nails into his skin.. You just need more of him. After what feels like an eternity of his languid strokes, Halsin begins thrusting faster and harder, feeling himself come close to the edge. You moan his name as your head falls back even farther, eyes rolling in the back of your head. 

“That’s it, love. You take my cock so well, it’s as if you were made for me.” 

You struggle against the roots more as you hear his praise, wanting to feel his skin against yours. He continues his punishing pace of thrusting into, still perfectly hitting that sweet spot, just the way he knows you like. You, once again, quickly find yourself stepping over the edge as you finish. Once Halsin feels you tighten around him as you finish, his pace falters as he finds himself coming closer to the edge himself. With a wave of his hand, he dismisses the roots around your wrists and pulls you close to him, continuing his pace as he does. You instinctively pull him into a kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, slipping your tongue in his mouth as he moans into you. He continues to hold you while he fucks you as he finally reaches his climax, stifling his moan as he buries his head in the crock of your neck. He slowly stops thrusting into you as he rides out his high. He lays down on his side, bringing you with him, as he kisses the top of your head. 

You rest your head against his chest, still fighting for breath as you lay there. “You’re gonna have to do that thing with the roots more often, big guy.” You say as you grab at his shirt.

Halsin gives you a laugh as he hears your words. “That can be arranged, my love.” He begins to rub your back as he tangles his body between yours as you both quickly find sleep.

[glorf1ndel]

Ahhh!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY this is SUCH a fun idea.

For the ask game, I would like to ask Merry if he thinks he could beat Elrond in battle ;)

Thank you so much! :D Let's find out...

"Could I beat Lord Elrond in battle?" Merry muses, smiling at you. "Sure. He's kind as summer and all that, so he wouldn't lift a finger against me! Oh, I know he fought against Sauron, but that was thousands of years ago. I bet his sword skills are a little rusty by now."

"You couldn't beat Elrond!" Pippin protests, walking over. "He's a parabola. Half-elven!"

"Peredhel, not parabola–"

"Whatever. The point is, he's got magical powers, and you don't."

Merry rolls his eyes at Pippin before returning his attention to you.

"Don't listen to him. The real question is, should I beat Elrond? He's important to Middle Earth, after all. Essential to the ecosystem. Also, if I did beat Elrond in battle, Aragorn and Arwen would be very upset, and I'm not sure I could handle that."

"You think you could beat Elrond, but not Aragorn and Arwen?" Pippin snorts.

"That's not what I said. Besides, I beat the Witch-King–"

"We know."

"Back to the point. I could beat Elrond in battle. I would defeat him thoroughly. Winner: me. Crown me Lord of Rivendell–"

"Let's stop right there."

Merry freezes, and Pippin bursts out laughing. You turn around, only to find Elrond smiling gently at the scene before him.

"Uh... How much of that did you hear?" Merry asks, his face turning beet-red.

"Quite enough." He grins, before turning to you with a wink. "For the record, I wouldn't dare challenge Mr. Brandybuck in a fight. He defeated the Witch-King of Angmar."

Merry beams proudly, and it is Pippin's turn to roll his eyes. You, meanwhile, are all ears. After all, it was you who asked the question in the first place!

Send me an ask for my Tolkien Birthday Party, Hobbit Style!

[harveybwabbit92]

[Kid! Tregear comes to school one day with a cast on his arm and says he broke it, Taro spends the week playing carefully with him and carrying his books, when Ace somehow broke his arm. Taro starts getting envious and annoyed with the attention his friend and big brother were getting from their injuries, he tries to break or sprain his wrist but keeps backing out at the last second, until he tripped on his way out of the library and really broke his arm, Tregear comes to drop Taro's homework off when he catches Taro trying to play video-games with one hand]

Tregear: Having trouble there Taro?

Taro: No I am not, I just-... 

(Notices Tregear doesn’t have his cast anymore.)

Taro: Wait...What happened to your cast? no way your arm’s better now!

Tregear: Uh... yeah, Sooo. I lied, my arm wasn’t broken.

{Taro gasps}

Taro: Wh-what, why-why did you do this, to get out of going to school?

Tregear: …Nah.

Taro: Then why?

Tregear: *shrugs* Just felt like it.

[Ace who had came to investigate when he heard Taro yell starts lecturing Tregear.]

Ace: Tregear. That was very awful prank to pull annnd...Why are you looking at me like that?

Tregear, looks at Ace flatly: Give up Ace, you’re not fooling anyone.

Taro, Looks at his brother confused: What?

[After a few seconds Ace sheepishly pulls off his cast revealing he was also faking.]

Taro, floored: Seriously?!

Ace: Yeah, saw Tregear at the library returning a diy book on cast making, and figured what the hell?

Taro: S-So this whole time you’ve been...(getting red in the face)…Sons of fu-...Urgh!

Tregear: Why are you getting so pissy for? you did it too..

Ace: Yeah, stop acting like you’re sooo innocent!

Taro: I am innocent! I REALLY did break my freaking arm!

{Tregear and Ace don’t believe him and start making fun of Taro.]

Tregear, fake sobbing: Ooooh noooo! woe is me, ahhh my arm!

Ace: Ouch, ouch oh! He-here lemme...Lemme put my cast back on! (Slides the cast back on his arm.)

[Taro, pissed off grabs the giant envelop with his X-rays inside off the table]

Taro, holding the X-Rays up to a lamp: I’M SERIOUS, I HAVE X-RAYS! LOOK!?

[Ace and Tregear stare at the X-rays for few quiet seconds.]

Ace, trying not laugh: Crap, …He really did break his arm.

Tregear: Wow...What a sucker!

{The two burst out laughing, as Taro flips his brother and friend off with his good hand.]

[xxvalkyriesxx]

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

Thank you @popjunkie42 @jsmelodies @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk @moodymelanist @witch-and-her-witcher for tagging me <3 <3 Love you all <3

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

81,805 😳😊

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

So far only 6 one-shots! The rest of my multi-chapter fics are still ongoing.

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

This is my first year writing ACOTAR fics so I started 4 ongoing fics!

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

This is like picking a favorite kid haha, but Flying Changes has definitely change my life for the better. It just started off from a simple idea I posted and the reaction I got was explosive in the best way possible.

I rode for eight years when I was younger before I had to give it up for a lot of reasons. One day I would love to return to it, but for right now I'm reconnecting to it through my favorite couple <3

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

So two pieces I think best fit this question which is The Joker and the Queen and Labyrinth of the Night.

The Joker and the Queen is a fluff rom-com piece for the Acotar Gift Exchange and it's different my usual smut and or angsty fics, but in the best ways! It's such a fun piece to write and make Nessian be idiots in love.

I also chose Labyrinth of the Night as it's my only feysand fic (for now 👀). I'm a Nessian writer so writing outside my main ship is always a bit hard. I haven't always been a fan of feysand but I've read a few feysand fics that I just loved that I wanted to take a swing.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

Honestly, The Blood on your Hands. I was mad about HOFAS once again, so I wrote a small fic of Cassian beating the brakes off Rhys for his reaction to Nesta (don't worry, Rhys is fine. Maybe I'll write a sequel where Feyre plays doctor xD).

I wrote this fic getting out my feelings and before I knew it the reception was huge. It's my most popular one-shot to date.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

Probably Keeping the Summer Nights Away. It's a small fluff piece for Nessian week, and it's just very simple, but I honestly just loved writing Nessian doing a self-care night together haha.

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

Oh jeez so many but to name a few - @dustjacketdraws madschofield (instagram), llibiarts (instagram), @jmoonjones, @janearts, @vivictory-draws.

These artists amazing at what they do and their art always makes my jaw drop!

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

Oh my goodness, again a lot of people but to name the ones who really convinced me (literally just by their writing alone) to jump head first back into writing fanfcition - @c-e-d-dreamer @kale-theteaqueen @separatist-apologist @moodymelanist to name a few.

I read ACOTAR back in 2020 so a little a before it really blew up, and eventually I ended up on Tumblr again seeking actoar content when Twitter got too toxic for me.

I was fanfic reader for the longest time. I did write for other fandoms when I was younger, but I either deleted or orphaned my works as I grew out of said fandoms. So for about four years, I just read fanfiction from the ACOTAR fandom. It was too the point that I tried to read whatever new Nessian fic was uploaded daily haha.

I wanna shout out one of the first Nessian fics I read, A Favor. It was the first fanfic that really spoke to me that I wasn't alone in how I felt about Nesta and her treatment with Cassian/the IC and vise versa. Come to find out years later, it's a classic for a lot of Nessian stans.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

Ahhh you gotta check them out - @jsmelodies @littedidyouknow @beesays @wishcamper @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk @unhealthyfanobsession @foundress0fnothing

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

Not at the moment

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

Taking a chance at writing again <3

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

That I should be kinder to myself, and it's probably best to start off small. I started a fic back in March/April of this year with Eris/OC and I think the concept was good, but there was so much thought I was putting into, that I just ended up bored. It was going to be a heavy plot story about Rhysand's daughter that he had with Amarantha that featured dragons and a ton of OCs, but it just honestly back fired lol.

It was way too complicated and I didn't have the spoons for it. And you know, it happens lol. I have since deleted the fic because I don't plan to work on it.

14. What is your advice?

It's the most basic writing advice, but write what you know. If you go too far out of your comfort zone, it may be more damning for you in the long run.

Also if you can, use a text-to-speech service to help hear your story before you post it. I use the immersive reader on Outlook (I don't send my fics anywhere lol, but immersive reader is available for drafts). It's not perfect, but it helps give me a second pair eyes when I'm tired of visually editing.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

Finish at least two if not three of my ongoing fics! Participate in more character and ship weeks/weekends. Maybe finally get enough money to get a commission done for one of my fics.

No pressure but @foundress0fnothing @beesays, @velarisdusk. If you've already done this, no worries <3

[2000sangel]

For the Adam thing waaahh..

She/her i’m about 4’10, a bit chunky but not majorly overweight. Alt/metalhead style. About 50 piercings and a butt ton of tattoos incl 2 full sleeves. Dye my hair every colour of the rainbow but rn its black. Mullet with microbangs and an undercut with sides shaved as well. Big ass glasses cos i’m blind af lol.

Personality wise shiiiiiit insanely unstable actually. Diagnosed Bipolar and BPD is like, scratching the surface. But deep down im soooo sweet and gift giving is my love language. Super aggressive to those i don’t know, but submissive to those i do. Anxious as balls. Total virgin literally have never even kissed anyone HAH. Love reading and writing and playing all sort of video games. Am a hair stylist. Ahhh idk what else! Thats probably it :) am a fair bit boring

Good day, anon!! Hope you enjoy these, and thank you for sending this in! I’m having sm fun lol ^_°

dividers credit : rookthornesartistry

★ Adam x You Headcanons ★

Couldn't think of Emojis, so here's your ship name : Blast Beats !!

★ First of all Adam thinks you’re so unbelievably cool – I mean, he dresses pretty much the same! And if you ask me, I’d probably say that he’s got at least some tattoos and piercings of his own. He genuinely thinks you’re so attractive and he can’t resist the urge to kiss you whenever you’re getting ready to go anywhere, if he flutters his eyes open don’t mind him, he’s probably focusing on your tattoo-filled arms reaching out to cling onto him.

★ Speaking of which! You’ve never kissed anyone, and don’t have any experience in this kind of thing? He’s more than willing to teach and show you things – Adam has had, let’s not lie to ourselves here, multiple experiences with different people before you, so he’s more than willing to take the lead in your first kiss and he’s got a way of correcting you on things he doesn’t like that’s just...the slightest bit of attractive. Don’t be embarrassed to accidentally kiss him the ‘wrong’ way or putting your hands in an awkward place during it, he has ways to fix it so that it doesn’t ruin the moment.

★ He’s also a master of dye – he absolutely helps you dye your hair at home and it’s actually pretty funny how he acts like a true hairdresser during the process, double checking in the mirror and puffing up your hair a little once it’s finally dyed and dry.

★ Adam doesn’t mind you having your moments, truly. He will make sure you get enough love and care no matter what, but if you have especially bad days he’s learned to ask you what you need and accommodate you as best as he can. The only thing is that he’s not the best with words, at least at the beginning of your relationship: expect him to fuck up a little, or even say something a bit tone deaf, but he will immediately apologize after and resort to physical contact to comfort you instead. Do you like being securely wrapped up in his huge, soft wings? Good, because he will keep one of those at least around your shoulder for the whole day.

★ He loves your gifts!! He has never actually been a gift kind of person, but sometimes he will sneak out of your shared house to get you something in return, or he will hang out with friends just so they can suggest what to get you that you could appreciate, because in all honesty, this man wants to impress you... but he’s not sure he gets the gift thing 100% right yet. He might bring you stuff that he likes the most at first...but hey, the sentiment is there!

★ Also, since you like reading, writing, that sort of things...he will definitely opt to get you a book you haven’t had the chance to read yet sometimes, and it’s funny how he’s so bad at being mysterious about it...”Sooo, babe... random question... anything new you want to read came out recently?” he asks, on his way out to a very secretive outing, tote bag of his own band draped across his shoulder. You can’t help but giggle...

★ ...though sometimes he changes his mind midway and decides to bring home a whole new console so you can both play on it together. Your house is full of those, Adam loves videogames, too! The videogames he likes are a tad bit violent, so if you’re not in that kind of thing he won’t force you play –though he will joke around a bit and call you a pussy- and get you more games of your liking that you can play while he sleeps on you.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ A look, a ship and a sin ~

warning : blood, kiss, sexism (I means it's the late 18th century), kinda smutish/flirting

Summary : The Demeter's last voyage had only a handful of crew members and a load of wooden crates. But when the housekeeper of the crates comes on board for the Lord, it's a look, the ship or a sin that comes up. Above all, the first mate can see through her the true nature of the pretty lady, or can he?

Info : So I watched the last voyage of the demeter a few weeks ago with my parents and I was so excited (because I read the Dracula and seeing the chapter ,,live" was just ahhh). Maybe some people on here want to read something for him I mean I do so here it is have fun reading ;)

gif from @minilev

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A crossing to London in the late 1880s was something she had never done before. Such a journey from transylvania to London a world city a city of modernity, a city that would soon be home to her. A city that would soon be doomed without anyone on the ship finding out. Because a ship without a crew could tell nothing.

But nobody could have known that when the sun was high in the sky that day. In the harbor of the city the Demeter was anchored and the captain was not only waiting for his crew but also for his special guest.

A single woman. A single woman who was to serve as housekeeper for the count who had commissioned the crates transportation, but that was all anyone seemed to know.

The footsteps of heeled boots could be heard on the stone floor of the harbor, the leather dragging up her ankles concealed by the white and red dress.

The red velvet pattern pulled over the clean white dress that lay against her body, the corset pulled together at the back with laces and covered by fabric.

The sun shone down on the woman, emphasizing her cleanliness and beauty. The hat on her head released her hair but the wind made her strands bounce and the smile on her lips widened a little when she saw the large ship.

A sight of dark wood the great sail furled the figure at the bow of the ship a mermaid. Pretty and mysterious. ,,Ma'm, can I help you?" she heard an older voice than she could attribute to an older man. The thick white beard, the bluish cap and the white shirt that was no longer brand new.

Like something out of a book, she thought and gave him a friendly look. ,,Sir, could you tell me where I can find the captain of this wonderful ship?" she asked, pointing to the Demeter behind the man. She saw the slight smirk and amused look in the man's eyes. A simple game.

The man took off his cap and made a semblance of a bow, which she returned with a flattered curtsy. ,,Miss, you're standing in front of him... you're the housekeeper?" he asked, and suspicion flashed in her gaze, knowing she had taken a close look at his "guest list".

Surprise and a grin also made the older man smile, ,,Pleased to meet you sir, I hope we have a good trip to London together...may I perhaps come aboard already?".

The conversation between the two was ignored by the crew as the men had something to do and the newest member of the temporary ship's doctor went to the rope to secure the cargo.

All except one man, a man who had his dark eyes on the female. Watching his gaze, unsure about the new passenger and yet with no trust.

And so it was that the captain led his passenger to the ship, helped her up the gangplank and took her pack, ,,A lady shouldn't be overworked," he said with a smile and as a lesson to his grandson, who looked at the woman intently. ,,Men, we have our last passenger, a lady, I expect respect and decency!" the captain shouted to his crew, who turned their gazes to her, some more than others.

,,Wojchek, take the lady to her room and then come to me," the captain demanded, handing the suitcases to his first mate. The black-haired man's gaze was not pleased, not friendly and annoyed.

The short black hair, the beard more well than poorly groomed and dark, unblinking eyes looked at her. ,,A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wojchek, I am-" she wanted to introduce herself and was about to make a knciks when he simply interrupted her, not impressed by her look and smile, or was he?

,,A woman...on board the Demeter, that's something you have to handle with kid gloves, isn't it miss? Come on before you hurt yourself...a ship with men can be dangerous," he replied, letting his gaze wander over her, lingering for a moment on her lipstick-stained lips.

Blood was the same color before he walked past her and she hurriedly followed him so as not to remain alone in the open longer than necessary. And so it was that a few hours later the crew set sail from the harbor, heading out to the great open sea on their way to London months alone at sea.

Just the captain and his loyal crew plus the woman, the new heart of the ship. The heart of the ship who helped the crew where she could which was really nothing.

When she tried to clean the ship because Wojchek had given her a brush and water, saying ,,A woman should be able to do that" before he left, his dislike for her was still there after the captain told him to keep an eye on her so that none of the men would try. 

Even though he knew his crew, the first mate knew that one or the other wanted to do more than just talk, more than just look at those flowers, and when she had finished cleaning she was supposed to help in the kitchen, but the cook gave her the Bible and said she could read it so she wouldn't cut herself on the potato peel. ,,Such an Eve should not be harmed," said the religious man and gave her a smile before turning back to the ingredients.

She was sheltered by all and even helped the little boy to read and count for the captain's grandson, at least what she could do herself, which was what a woman needed to be accepted as a housekeeper. But no matter what, the first mate did not seem to fall for the heart of the ship.

Neither when he saw her at breakfast in the morning in her robe, which protected the thin dress underneath, did his gaze see the cold of the sea showing on her body.

She had tried to cover up the fact that her nipples were pressed against the fabric, her stockings were in her room and he had seen her delicate ankles and noticed her slightly wispy hair.

It was a view that burned into him, a view that wouldn't let him go. Not in the morning did he feel the tingling sensation in his stomach, knowing where his blood was being pumped.

Not at noon when he steered the ship and she kept her diary on deck, looking at him and stretching, her dress riding up slightly, her ankles visible again. Not even after dinner when he was getting ready to take care of his problem came over him.

But this had to end, the ship had to wake up, the Crew had to wake up and if it started with her, he wouldn't let his captain and the ship go down. Not because of this witch.

As he walked through the corridors of the ship, the modn in the sky made the deck and the entire ship seem dark, the sea endless and his thoughts sinful. The knocking on her door as he walked through the ship seemed to make his gaze briefly uncertain if anyone was awake.

But when a ,,Come in" sounded, he slipped into her room, a relatively large room that had room for a bed, a table and a small closet that had seen better days but didn't bother the young woman. ,,Mr.Wojchek, good evening... can I help you?" she asked, getting up from her chair and putting down the brush she had been brushing her hair with.

Her smile was full of innocence but her body was full of sin. ,,A proper lady would have dressed and not come to breakfast like a...whore a witch," he said, his dark eyes looking at her body under her nightgown.

The curve of her breasts, her hips, her legs with her lovely ankles and a view of her center which was interrupted when she placed a hand on his chest.

He flinched back a hint of a smile showing he had been right. ,,Was it that recognizable?" she asked, running her fingers over the fabric of his shirt, leaving red streaks with her fingernails from the pressure.

He put his hand on her wrist firmly, warningly as he looked at her. ,,From the beginning," he snarled and she pulled away from his grip with a strength he hadn't given her credit for.

She continued to walk around him, letting her hands roam over his tense body, so close that her breasts brushed his arm and back.

Her smirk turned to a giggle as she felt him, that sweet heartbeat, his fear, his anger, his lust, his desire. ,,Such a brave man from the start and yet, yet you almost seduced a woman with your gaze, with your thoughts...with your actions," she murmured to him and reached for his hand, knowing full well what he had done.

That he had desired her. He avoided her gaze as her hand came to rest on his cheek, a sensual touch, and she let out a surprised sound as he pressed her against the wall, his hand pressing against her neck but not completely depriving her of air.

,,I have nothing of the sort," he whispered to her, squeezing harder for a moment, a warning as he reached into his pocket with his other hand, the knife gleaming in the light of the oil lamp.

But she just smiled, knowing exactly what he had done, hearing his groans and grunts as he imagined her. Only her for himself.

He was a sinner. Her hand that wasn't around his wrist went to his center, seeing the flash of lust and hate in his eyes as he gripped the knife tighter, his knuckles already white. Knowing that he would be fun to have him.

,,This ends now!" he said and pulled out with the knife, ignoring his lust, the flash in his body, the arousal that craved her as she tore his hand from her neck and kissed him.

Her red lips stained his, the lipstick that was supposed to be sweet wasn't at all.

The knife slid to the floor in his surprise, he didn't fight back against the lust that felt so good.

But something so good shouldn't taste metallic, shouldn't be freezing cold and shouldn't paralyze him. ,,Shhh don't want to wake the others, good boy... shall we start?" she whispered to him and bit gently into his ear, feeling him wince as he didn't understand what was happening.

As she kissed her way down to his neck before he felt the pain as she rammed her fangs into his neck. Her new pet that sucked his blood was getting another hug. Just as her master could keep several mistresses, she could also keep more.

Starting with the first mate of Demeter who would be hers forever. He almost managed to expose her, but this secret would perish on the endless crossing and never reach her new home in London.

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@jessicafangirl maybe you like to read it

@ebiemidnightlibrarian

@chainsawgvtsfvck thought you might like it saw that you like David very much always nice to meet people with taste ;)

[trevisos]

Starting my little question rounds again, but this time I'm asking about people's Rooks! I thought I'd just start with the basics this time, so:

Who is your Rook? What class did you pick for them and why? How did they end up with the background you choose? Please do add a picture!

Bonus question: Got any little "fun facts" about them? :3c

ahhh sunny hi hi hi hi i’ve missed your oc questions :D i hope you’re ready to get blasted with rook knowledge. i also hope you’re ready for me to continue to answer all of these like a week late LMAO

mx. madrigal “magpie” de riva is an elf mage and an antivan crow! she’s some sort of strange little transmasc girlthing and her pronouns are she/they. her class is kind of self explanatory in that well. she was born that way. but as a player i made her a mage bc i think if i did my first playthrough of a dragon age game as anything but a mage i would shrivel up into a husk and die.

magpie was born in tevinter (she guesses probably minrathous but rly has no idea) as a slave and bought by the crows to train up when she was six or seven. she came into her magic kind of late, which tbh is probably the only thing that got her out of tevinter. she was a scrawny kid and before she had her magic she was like. not really. good at anything? she was able to pull her weight a little more once she came into her magic, but she was still very much an underdog. luckily for her one viago de riva had recently become a full-fledged crow and took pity on her. he saved her life when she was like 12-13 and in return (years later) she backed his frankly very unpopular bid to become talon. to this day she’s the only crow in house de riva he actually believes is 100% loyal to him (and she Is. she loves that freak of a man.) if i keep talking about the magpie and viago relationship i’ll get insanely ill but those two are codependent in a way that needs to be studied under a microscope and neither of them will everrrrrrrrr say it out loud.

for fun facts hmm…. when she first showed up to training someone started calling her madrigal as a joke - queen madrigal was famously assassinated by the crows at the end of the exalted age, so it was kind of a jab abt how they didn’t think she would make it. (i named her without remembering at ALL that there was an antivan queen madrigal anywhere in the lore and it was such a perfect connection I couldn’t resist.) she got the nickname magpie when she was a little older and another fledgling found her little collection of trinkets and mementos and now a good number of crows in house de riva don’t know it isn’t her actual name. oh also i think she DID go by rook in the ~year or so she was traveling with varric and harding but early on into the game she goes back to magpie. three names is too many names. harding probably still calls her rook, though!

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey hey hey my dearest giggly friend!!! 🥰 I’m here with a BLAST FROM THE PAST!!! It’s Given time baby!!! Hopefully you still remember/write for it 😅

So I would like to request ❤️ Be Mine with 💛 I’m Yours with Ler!Akihiko and Lees! Uenoyama and Mafuyu!! Maybe they’re making fun of him and Haruki for being old or something 🤣 Hugs and kisses, your Lucky Bunny~ 😘❤️

BUNNY! *hugs you with all my strength* Thank you so much friend for the hugs and kisses! I'm sending them back to you in return *gives you lots of forehead kisses* AHHH GIVEN! This is definitely a blast from the past! I wanna rewatch them narjkajkerjk I've gotcha covered!

Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!" & I'm Yours: "You like being tickled, don't you?"

“Did he just-”

“I heard it.”

“Right?”

Akihiko fumed from his spot, glaring at the younger band members with a slight blush. “What?”

“You made a dad noise when you sat down.” Mafuyu pointed out, sending Uenoyama into a fit of muffled giggles. “You went ‘hmmmrph.’”

“W-What? No I didn’t! That was the chair!” The drummer stood up, face aflame. “See, look!” He sat down again, only for that cursed grunt to escape. Damn, he really was making dad noises…

“Heh, old man.” Uenoyama snorted. “We’ll have to gather our money up to get you one of those eclectic chairs for your apartment.”

“Oh, like in UP!” Mafuyu added delightfully, sending Haruki into a howling fit of laughter. Akihiko stood once more, indignified.

“You shut your face, pretty boy- you’re older than me! And you two- That is it! Come here!” He gave chase, running at the giggly highschoolers as they tried scrambling away. It was a short lived game of tag, ending when Akihiko tripped Uenoyama and grabbed Mafuyu at the same time. Down they went, effectively pinned beneath the drummer with ease.

“Wait- wait, Kaji-san! We didn’t meaahahhahan ihihihit! The brunette’s cries for forgiveness fell on deaf ears as his sides were ruthlessly dug into. Pinned on his stomach, all he could do was thrash and squirm to the best of his abilities. “Dohohohohon’t!”

“Ahehehehhea! I’m shahahharry- I’m shahahahhahrry!” Mafuyu cried out, pawing at the hand drilling into his belly, unable to fight back. “Kahahahhaji-sahhahahan!”

“What’s this? Suddenly showing me respect? Too late, boys; you’ve crossed the line!” Akihiko laughed evilly above them, relishing their giggle fits and pleas. “What’s wrong- you like being tickled, don’t you? That’s why you were so rude? You can just ask next time you want my attention, you brats!”

In the background, Haruki looked gloomily in a mirror, checking his face and roots for grey. “Is it true? Am I really an old man? Oh, I knew this day would come…”

“Oi, Haru- get over here and help me wreck these kids!” Akihiko grinned at him. “I heard the sound of their laughter has a fountain of youth effect!”

“Hmm, okay!” Haruki grinned as he ran over, adding to the fray and sending the pair into even stronger fits of mirth. “Let’s teach these little kids to respect their elders!”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!