#also bonus points if you can pick out all of the shinys

[night-zaveri]

Woag Pokemon association time :D

Alter: Piplup, Delcatty, Leafeon, Altaria, Arcanine, Cofagrigus

Jomei: Sprigatito, Carnivine, Venomoth, Ribombee, Shuckle, Flygon

Shujaa: Cyndaquil, Honedge, Mawile, Dubwool, Pyroar, Seviper

Kindra: Popplio, Gogoat, Mismagius, Froslass, Aron, Darkrai

Mathayus: Tepig, Gigalith,  Beartic, Flowette,  Lucario, Heracross

Isaiah: Snivy, Unown, Noctowl, Minccino, Espurr, Hatterene

[rottedghuleh]

🩸 .ꕁ⠀ׅAsa Emory (The Collector) NSFW Alphabet. (F!Reader) ! ! 🪲

A/N: Starting off spooky month kinda early because I need to write something, anything. My brain is buzzing with so many ideas. Anyways, starting it off with a NSFW alphabet for Asa Emory because hardly anyone gives my baby boy attention and because The Collector has been my favorite lately. If you want to do a request for spooky month, just drop me a request and I'd love to do it.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Depends on Asa's mood, sometimes he'll be very sweet, rubbing out your aches and pains, cleaning you up if he got too rough or came in you. If you were a brat or decided to be a smart ass, he'll lock you alone in a room for hours and not come and help you no matter how much you beg him.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Asa's has two favorite body parts of his, his eyes and his thighs. His eyes because they are honestly so mesmerizing how the fuck would you not like them? His thighs because in the second movie his thighs were MM. Asa likes them, so you can grind yourself against him until your staining his pants with your cum. They're nice, full of muscle. His favorite body part on you is ass, I can totally see him being an ass guy. Eating it out from behind, slapping your ass, cumming in it, really helps get rid of any pent up emotions he felt.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Cumming on your tummy, bonus points if you have some nice pudge to you so he can cum on your soft tummy. He'll run his cock up against your tummy when he gets too close, the swollen head weeping onto your soft skin until it spurts out across your skin. Asa seeing his cum on your body, face, dripping out of your cunt, it gets him so turned on.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Latex. Asa has often found himself imagining what it would be like to see your tits bouncing in a nice, latex outfit while fucking your brains out. He's a switch, when he's feeling submissive, he would so get down on his hands and knees to clean up your latex to make sure it's shiny for next use.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

My boy knows how to FUCK. Asa often would pick favorite victims in his past, finding differing positions, kinks, hell, even aphrodisiacs to get them so turned on they'd grind themselves on Asa's boots until they're a pretty, dripping mess. He's tried a little of everything, I mean, look at the movies, try and tell me Asa isn't a freak.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

This will be talked a little more on in the link section, but anything that is good for pet play. Normal doggy if Asa wants to be more basic, adding some spice if he pulls your hair back to spit into your face. Prone bone if he really wants to fuck you hard with your hands behind your back and his hand pushing your face I to the pillows. Asa would fuck you until your ass turned bright red from the force of his hips.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Depends on the moment. If it's more of just Asa drilling his cock into you, he gets mean, rough, snapping at you if you fuck something up. He's sadistic, serious when he's dominant.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Asa has neatly trimmed pubes that slowly trail up into a fading happy trail. It's a dark brown, almost black. When he's more busy setting up new traps or hunting down a new family, he'll let his pubes be a little more messy, letting them curl out.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Playing again on what I said earlier, depends. I feel like Asa has different sides to him. One night, it would be all you. Making sure you cum first and as many times you want. It's slow, gentle, his hands tangled with yours to stare into your eyes to see how your eyes flutter shut. He's possessive, wouldn't hurt a hair on your head when he's in this mood. That's most days. When Asa has had a rough day, expect the worst out of him.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

If Asa has you, he really has no need to masturbate. It's when he's pissed off at you or if you're not around is when he does. Sometimes if you've pissed him off enough, jerking off against your panties, rubbing his tip between the wet mess on the fabric until he cums is how he gets to you. Asa's thick tip would snag onto your entrance through your panties, rubbing against your swollen clit until your crying for more. He gets rough with himself, downright to sometimes he'd jerk himself raw with a pair of your underwear.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

There's quite a list for Asa's kinks. CNC, BDSM, roleplay, pet play, anal, rope play, somno, dacryphilia, overstimulation, sadism, masochism, latex, very strong degrading, spitting, slapping, pulling your hair, blood play, knife play, cuckolding, voyeurism, predator/prey, marking (cuts, bites, bruises, writing).

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

If you're in his home (seen at the end of the second movie if you didn't know), in the kitchen, right in front of the god damn window. Asa would make sure the curtains are wide open and a hand in your hair so you can meet your neighbors curious eyes when you're getting fucked so deliciously. If it's at his museum/hotel where he's got his victims, he has a few places. The camera room is one, letting you bounce on his cock as he watched the cameras. The actual exhibit room where Asa would pin you up against the glass off one of his "art pieces". The last place is sorta taboo, but right in front of his victim either when they are dead or dying and begging for help.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Teasing, either you teasing Asa or him teasing you. Being able to watch you bend over the kitchen counter of his home in a nightgown just to see you have no panties on. I feel like Asa would have a high libido, so as soon you two start making out, his cock is solid as a rock and grinding against you.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

I'm not sure if Asa would have many "no-no's". Maybe the more extreme shit he would immediately say no to, and of course anything that's not fully consensual between you two. He may be a psychopath but he at least takes boundaries seriously. If he's with you, you can also imagine him saying no to other women. He might like seeing you get fucked by another man before killing him, but he wouldn't put you through that unless you want him to.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

👏Eating. Ass.👏 Asa loves to eat ass, he's a munch, filthy. His favorite way to do it is you bent over a counter, bed, desk, anything and him eating you out from behind. His tongue would lap at you like he was starving to death, eventually slipping up into your cunt to suck up and of the fluids that was threatening to slip down his chin. Asa likes to give rather than receive, but on occasion, he likes his dick sucked. He gets handsy, grabbing handfuls of your tits, grabbing your hair. He'll hold you by the back of your neck like the scruff on a dog to hold you in place while he fucks your face.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Asa will fuck you like you're a bitch in heat. Hard, fast, drilling into your cervix so hard it makes your brain melt. That is his usual favorite. Asa will be gentle with you, especially if he's sore or if he just wants to see you're face when you moan.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Fucking loves them. As much Asa would love spending countless hours using you as a little fuck toy, quickies come in handy. He'll usually just bend you over any nearby object, pump into you until you're wailing like a pig before he goes out to a family or has some victims of his own.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Definitely, as I said before, Asa is into voyeurism. To be able to show that you're his to men that had been eyeing you for far too long. Hell, if he wouldn't get arrested, he'd fuck you on the hood of his van in the driveway and just let the neighbors pass on by. When you're being a brat, teasing you in public is the best form of punishment. To be able to feel that fear, to feel how you clench around him when you know someone is about to walk in on you two, it's like a drug.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

If Asa has had a long day, 1-3 rounds and they're usually nice and slow with small breaks between. On a slower day when Asa has too many pent up emotions, 3-5 and it'll feel like hours. Orgasm control is a favorite of his for you, he'll make sure to slowly pull out your orgasm for as long as he possibly can to go longer.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

Yes. Yes. Yes. Paddle, whips, flogs, handcuffs, ropes, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, anything really. He uses them mostly on you, but he does have his own cock rings and fuck dolls to use whenever you're not around.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Asa will endlessly tease you if you're being a little bitch. Toying with your clit until you're almost there before he pulls away, leaving you crying and overstimulated. If he's getting the paddles out, he'll pretend like he's about to slap your ass just to watch you flinch in anticipation.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Asa doesn't really get loud, most that comes out are grunts and growls of pleasure. Every now and then, if he's really getting into it, he'll get loud enough that his voice would go raw.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Asa would do this as another tease, sticking a finger up your ass during doggy to feel you clench up around his cock if his cum isn't coming fast enough from exhaustion. Sometimes just the feeling of being able to feel himself fuck you through the thin layer of flesh between your holes really helped get him going.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Asa is packing about 6-7 inches, he's a grower. He's uncircumcised, when getting hard, his tip would be hugged tightly in his foreskin until that red, swollen tip would pop out. He has a long vein right up the middle where his cock has a soft curve to it.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

High, very high. Asa struggles with how often he gets turned on. If he's watching someone fucking when he's stalking a family, he immediately hardens and once he gets home to you after holding it in for hours, it's guaranteed that he will be fucking you in the same exact position he saw.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Depends on exactly the "session". If it was hard and fast, Asa is right asleep with you on his chest. If not, then he'll hold you until you fall asleep to make sure you get plenty of rest for next time.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Your bird adeptus reader posts have me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure theyre so good

Okay okey I see your Bird Adeptus Reader and I raise you one Dragon Adeptus Reader, bonus points for that “not quite mastered shapeshifting yet” human disguise that has reader running around with dragon features.

This doesnt have to be considered a request but I feel compelled to share my thoughts with you in gratitude for the absolutely fantastic works you put out okey brainrot time lets go

Bumping foreheads with Foul Legacy like cats (lets be real here dragons are just lizard hardware running cat software) and having to be extra careful because of y’all’s horns so that makes it even more special. Or reader kneeling to like meditate or something, their tail is swishing behind them, and Legacy goes “!” before swatting at reader’s tail because he’s just Abyssal Moth Beast hardware running cat software.

A Dragon Adeptus would likely be very durable as well, so Legacy doesn’t have to worry about squeezing reader while cuddling or knocking into them by accident; they’re still soft and squishy and cute, but very very sturdy and able to handle all that Moth Affection.

Mutual purring, also another good thought. Legacy likes shiny objects, reader is compelled to hoard shiny objects: you really cannot lose in this situation.

It’s cat-like creatures solidarity babey!!

*unlocks your enclosure* i like the way you think anon

amongst dragons and dragon-type creatures you're considered a bit of an oddity. dragons are grand, powerful beasts that command attention or at least respect, like your secondary caretaker Zhongli (Cloud Retainer is still your adoptive mother- just because you're not the same type of adeptus doesn't mean you're not her child!) but you're smaller with softer scales and a long tail with a tuft on the end of it, still plenty durable and armed with sharp claws and adeptal powers, but you don't really have the same intimidating presence as most dragons. that's just fine with you, though- you're far more content keeping to yourself and spending time with Foul Legacy, who, in contrast, looks strong and vicious but has the softest, sweetest personality you've ever encountered, and that includes the few humans you've met and your fellow adepti

you both share several of the same habits, being essentially cats covered in either scales or armor with you being slightly more put together so you can listen to people's wishes and prayers, meditating for a couple of hours each day. whenever you sit down and close your eyes Foul Legacy always sneaks up behind you, not to spook you or anything, just to playfully bat at your tail as you work- you've taken to handing him a brush whenever he does, feeling him happily comb through the tuft of fur on the end. once he tied a little bell around it and broke into chitters of delight when you stood and instantly started jingling. you got your revenge by adoring his horns with some of the ribbons and ornaments you have for yourself- although, he seems to rather like it, so now you take a few minutes each day to pick out accessories for each other's horns, and you have plenty of shiny items to choose from

napping together is essential, particularly in sunny patches of grass. the warmth makes both of you drowsy and lethargic, Legacy nuzzling his head against your cheek and your tail wrapping around his leg. if you're particularly tired you'll change into your draconic form and completely curl around your very happy Abyssal beast, your purrs synchronizing with his. you also nap together in the most smushed clingy positions, since you want to be as close as possible- someone's face is always buried in someone's neck or chest, at all times. Legacy does make a point to be more alert in sleep than you are- you seem to fall into the deepest sleep whenever you doze, maybe it's something to do with you being a reptilian adeptus- just in case someone comes walking by, so he can wake you and help you cover your horns and tail

[tadpole-apocalypse]

Looking for advice: I have a female half Wood Elf Druid Astarionmancer that I want to become more popular in the fandom. How do you get more eyes on your Tav (especially as a smaller artist)?

well, that's a really complicated question. I will try to answer with what practical advice I can reasonably offer from the perspective of a digital artist!

In regards to growing your blog as a smaller artist, i don't have an easy or fast solution. I've been on tumblr for over a decade, and i started out like most artists on here, posting my original art for 0 notes. I'm afraid its mostly just organic growth over time, more than anything else.

Popularity might not be the best expectation to have because you really can't control how other people view and interact with your work. Which might lead to frustration and chasing notes which is just a ticket to a bad time, in my experience. i treat my blog as my little diary to post my drawings and writings and silly thoughts more than anything else. I don't have particularly unique or special ocs other than I love them and like to spread them on my blog like shiny stickers. If others are enjoying it with me, then its a happy bonus!

Of course there are things you can do to try and make your artwork appealing to more people; this is something I do all the time! If I see a piece of art with a lot of notes, I like to try and pick out the elements of it that make appealing or eye catching, such as the way the artist uses color, contrast, composition, etc.

And with that info, you just...want to draw. A lot. I draw pretty much entirely in my free time when I'm not at work or playing video games. Drawing a lot will allow you to post a lot more. Posting more will naturally get more eyes on your blog, and your artwork/tav, over time.

I think the most important point I have is that fandom is a community, first and foremost. Find people making content you like (and not just artists, find gif makers, fanfic writers, lore/meta writers, blogs that just reblog content and keep it circulating, etc) and interact with them with sincerity. Show interest in what others are doing, leave comments on their creations and ask questions when they play ask games. In my experience, most people LOVE being interacted with in some way and are happy to reciprocate. We're all just playing dollies together, in the end.

Here's an actual piece of advice I can give: something that I've done in both major fandoms I've been in is give away a LOT of art. Most of my early fandom activities is just asking people to send me ocs to draw. It helps me practice my skills, challenges me to work efficiently, and the other person gets free art; if its something you can spare to do, as I know not everyone can just sit and pump out artwork they're not getting paid for.

But I've also got to meet some really cool people, and made some of my best friends on this site; some of who are now just my irl friend group. I still like to do it spontaneously for fun!

Take better care of your hands than I do!

That's all I got, I hope it was useful. 😅

[seasonal-writes]

“small / cuts” (kinda like a sequel to “bruised / kissed”) (from this prompt list again. i had my friend pick this time!) edit: this is also on ao3 now! :D pairing: jimmy / tango cw: kisses, very mildly suggestive(?), one little wound, knives also, fun fact: i found “kitchen song” by tessa violet right after i wrote this. so, if you’re interested, that song is definitely associated with this now, and rather fitting! give it a listen. :) i don’t know how much justice i did for the prompt, as i mostly had ideas for the second word rather than the first. so, do with that what you will, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! ~ Jimmy is.. okay at cooking. He’d never properly learned how to make the fancier things, and he was often prone to burning things that he had no experience with. Usually, you could tell it was the first time he was making something if it came out with a thin layer of black across the top, steaming. Bonus points if it got a weak thumbs up from Tango across the table, muttering something like “It gives it flavor” through a full mouth, chewing quickly and scrambling to swallow before he can really taste it. Jimmy knows this. So does Tango. Neither seem to let it get in the way. The one thing Jimmy is good at is prep work. He’ll cut fresh vegetables from their garden all day, using their array of knives to cut carrots or celery, all the results of a good harvest depending on the season. Despite never being the most dexterous person out there, he seemed to have an odd talent in it, all along enjoying it. He sweeps the pieces of a sliced carrot from the cutting board and into a shiny porcelain bowl next to him. They plop in with a clink , joining the small pile he’d just begun working on a few minutes ago. Jimmy hums a soft tune, accompanying the quiet, rapid click of the knife slicing through and knocking against the wooden board beneath his hands while he continues to prepare for dinner.  It’s just as he swipes another one into the bowl that the door swings open.

He glances over at the expected company. Tango closes the door behind him with a big heave of air, then crouching down and working on undoing his laces. “You know, I expected fixing the gate latches with the cows inside the pen would be a little challenging,” he says, standing up and stepping out of his boots, “But never did I think they’d be so keen on knocking me over every chance they got.” He walks over right away, leaning up and kissing Jimmy’s cheek. “They just like your company,” Jimmy says with a chuckle, eyes going back to his work, though he smiles goofily at the affection, “They hardly ever get to play with you.”  “Play…” Tango considers the suggestion, snorting, “Sure, hon.” Jimmy allows the arm around his waist as Tango leans against him, watching him cut. The warm man smells like fresh grass and dirt, surprisingly missing a more unpleasant scent that Jimmy fully expected. Not that he’d notice anyway, with how often he was out in the cowpens himself.  “Hungry?” Jimmy asks.  “Mhmm,” Tango hums in response, dirt-smudged face practically inhaling the fabric of Jimmy’s shirt sleeve as he’s face first into it.  “It might be a little while, I got a bit of a late start. You’ve got time to clean up ‘n things if you’d like.”  There’s brief silence. Tango moves off and places his hands on the edge of the counter. Jimmy spots him watching, and is about to ask what he’s staring at as he pauses his cutting. “You should let me help,” Tango suddenly says, immediately reaching for the knife in Jimmy’s hand. He yanks it away instinctively. It glints in the lantern light as he does, pulling it off to the other side of them and out of reach. Tango pouts, and Jimmy’s laughing. “Well, I don’t suggest trying to steal my knife! Bad start,” Jimmy tries to scold through the giggles. “I know what I’m doing,” Tango says, looking almost offended as he does little grabby hands in front of him, “Let me do this while you work on other stuff!” “Tango, darling, I have a handle on it. You’ve been workin’ outside all day. It wouldn’t be very fair,” Jimmy says, “And if this is some attempt at getting me not to burn-” “No, no! Really, I wanna help. It’d be fun. Please?” Tango asks, all smiles and a voice full of something sickly sweet. It makes Jimmy’s stomach whirl, seeing him so keen on them cooking together. He can’t say no to Tango generally, and he certainly won’t be able to at this moment either. Jimmy sighs, a little dramatically for effect, and holds out the knife handle-first to Tango. “That would be fun. Here. You cut the carrots, I’ll get the table set.” The excited smile on Tango’s face is reminiscent of a child’s, pointed teeth on display in a happy manner. He gently takes the knife from Jimmy and gets to work. Jimmy knows he’s fully capable, so he moves around to the other side of Tango and swings open the top cabinet. The knocking against the cutting board while Tango cuts is slow at first, awkward and funny to Jimmy’s ears. He’s pulling down two plates and reaching for a cup when he gets a look at Tango, who seems to know what he’s doing, but it’s a little funny to watch him—a man who works directly with inventions and tiny machines and things of the like—cut the most wonky carrot slices Jimmy’s ever seen. Despite the comedic effect of it, his chest swells with that sensation of love. It’s adorable, Jimmy thinks. “Is your back feeling better?” Tango casually asks as Jimmy passes behind him, walking over to the small wooden dining table tucked into the corner.

“Yeah.” Jimmy nods, setting the things down, “Much better compared to last week. I think the bruising’s clearin’ up too.”

The memory of that evening slips back in briefly, making those very nerves in his back come to life while his breath seems to hitch for just a second before releasing. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s obvious that the memory will forever be tinged with the chills.

“That’s great. Try not to go falling off any more ladders, huh? Can’t have my pretty bird getting hurt again.”

The words and endearing term flitter out of his mouth with apparent ease, and Jimmy’s getting a little warm at pretty bird when his mind continues to wander.

He notices Tango’s dense focus on the task at hand, and raises an eyebrow to himself. After setting one of the plates by his own chair, he makes an effort to be nonchalant as he approaches. Slowly, stalking, a playful nature coming about him in a wave. Hands tingling with some sense of anticipation and a sneaky revenge plot in his head, Jimmy slowly snakes his arms around Tango’s waist from behind. “I should be almooooost… hi, what are you doing?” Tango starts to say something, but his voice gets a little squeaky. “Nothing. Observin’ your work,'' Jimmy says, leaning his chin down and resting it on Tango’s shoulder, “Keep going, don’t mind me.” He peeks over, looking down at the carrots. Tango’s shoulders tense beneath Jimmy’s chin, especially when his back is gently pulled against Jimmy’s torso and leaving no space between them. With a closer proximity now, Jimmy’s brushed with the scent of him again. Grass and the faintest scent of smoke is a different kind of combo, but he can’t say he minds. It makes him think of summer camp, of nights in the forest, evoking senses and memories but mostly whelming him with that ever-present association of love. “Oh.. Right,” Tango says, sounding a little like he’s convincing himself, before returning to a very slow chop..chop... of the carrot. He audibly gulps. “A-And what’s the verdict?” “Hmm..” Jimmy hums curiously, trying his best not to laugh at the reaction he’s caused. He moves his mouth up, placing a big kiss on Tango’s cheek. “They’re a little small. Maybe bigger pieces, or else they’ll just dissolve in the pot,” he adds, voice low. Jimmy can feel Tango shudder,  a little nervous laugh bubbling out of his mouth. Jimmy’s lips remain on his skin longer when he kisses him again, lingering in what he knows is a torturous manner. He can feel Tango lightly squirm in his embrace, hands playing with the hem of the loose work t-shirt. “What are you doinnng?” Tango asks again, a little more insistently, that chopping now stuttering and nearly stopped, though a surprising amount of focus for someone who Jimmy knows to be so easily distracted. “I’m just watching. Gotta make sure you’re meeting.. carrot criteria..’n things..” Jimmy insists again, words floating as his mind goes a little fuzzy and his mouth finds the warm spot just below Tango’s jaw. He was good at teasing Tango, sure, but it didn’t go without its consequences. Just as it got a rise out of his partner, it got one out of him. “Mhmm. I have a feeling this is more of that payback you mentioned,” Tango hums with a rasp that can only mean satisfaction, “And I hope you know I am not falling for- Ah!” Tango lets out a sudden hiss, the sound of something clattering onto the counter as he jolts. The inherent need to get Tango as far away from the danger as possible—whatever that may be in the moment—takes over Jimmy as he instinctively pulls him back, arms tight around his waist. Tango stumbles back with him, the knife still wiggling on the counter with the movement. Jimmy releases him slowly, and Tango turns to face him with a tightly knit brow. He holds up his hand, pointing his pointer finger out. Just below Tango’s claw, and just visible with the red-stained skin, is a little bleeding cut. Nothing major, the knife barely having dipped in enough to make it bleed. It drips a little, and while it does unsettle Jimmy, that rising panic seems to die off. “Ouch..” Tango groans, not so much in pain, but just out of reaction. “Oh goodness.. Just a cut..” Jimmy breathes in relief. “It’s okay, I’ll go grab a bandage and get back to- Hey-!” Tango says, words getting caught up as his wrist is grabbed. Jimmy raises the injured finger to his mouth, and lightly places it between his lips. As he does, Tango’s pupils visibly blow up, consuming most of the space in his eyes. Jim gently sucks some of the blood away, that iron taste attacking his taste buds for just a second before he releases Tango’s wrist and lets the wounded extremity fall from his mouth. The moment is quick, but Tango seems to lag in processing. He’s silent, mouth hanging open in utter shock. Jimmy’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, wiping away just a speck of blood that stuck around. He wonders how sick it is for him to be so entertained by the whole thing. “What the..” Tango starts to say, voice crackling. If he wasn’t overwhelmed a moment ago, he definitely was now. “Just to stop the bleeding for a second. I’ll go get a bandage for you,” Jimmy says with a genuine smile, but a slight, playful chuckle. “Oh no you will not,” Tango says, catching Jimmy’s shirt just as he steps back, yanking him in. “But your cut, Firefly-” “There’s no way you’re pulling a cute little stunt like that and thinking you’re getting away with it,” Tango says with sarcastic, wheezy laughter, “You big.. silly.. carrot..” Tango growls with the last words, silly as they might be, which makes Jimmy’s eyes go wide as a new energy seems to enter the arena. “And what about dinner?” Jimmy asks, curious but grinning wide. “Later.” is all Jimmy can process before he’s pulled into a long kiss. 

[thespianinthebackcorner]

Okay everyone loves a good catboy/girl au. As do I. There's something cute about seeing your blorbo get kitty ears and their friends teasing them.

But you don't have to stick with cats! There's obviously a lot more animals around so why not use them? Here, have a list of ideas I've been coming up with over the past six hours

Bee au. Blorbo gets black or yellow streaks in their hair, antennae, wings. They have to try and stop themselves from getting nervous or else everyone will hear the humming. Bonus points if they enjoy someone playing with their hair since bees like it when they're regularly groomed. Bees are also obsessed with cleanliness, if you want to go even deeper into it.

Bird au! Learning to use and handle wings, especially with the huge wingspan that comes with human size. Caring for feathers, picking up fallen ones, moulting season. Species-specific things like female nightingales being mute or barn owls sticking with one partner for life- even penguins proposing with pebbles, although I've never seen a penguin au 😂 if you're really feeling murderous, then go Australian Magpie and watch the carnage happen as someone aggravates a sensitive blorbo.

Standard mermaid AUs are great (please write more) but what about other marine animals too? Take inspiration from that one Monster High movie and go for an octopus or eel aus, or even just using a highly distinctive fish (anglerfish, for example).

If you're gonna do cat or dog anyway, then try something with one of the big ones! Lion au blorbo getting thicker hair, leopard au with the soft, thick tails and ears.

Foxes! In some fandoms this is common but in others it's not. Fennec foxes with their huge ears, red foxes with their bright colours. Sensitive hearing, a penchant for trouble and an instinct for digging holes and putting things they like in them... It's a chaos recipe, if you will.

Dragons! Different types of dragons with mystical powers. Blorbo having to lean backwards all the time because of the weight of wings and a tail suddenly being added to their pack. Scales growing over injuries, people coming to try and get a valuable dragon's scale. Hoarding shiny things, making a nest out of blankets.

Less-talked about mythical creatures or ones from certain cultures! Go deep diving through mythology from different places and see what you can find. Who knows.

If there's a character associated with a particular animal, feels easy but do it! Go through and see if there's any fanfics already with that idea, and take inspiration from them if you need to! If it's not that popular of a character, maybe you'll be the lucky one to start it off.

If there's other fictional animals or species in your fandom, go ahead and use those! They'll be guaranteed to be an interesting mix, and you'll learn more about your fandom as a result through the research.

Go off everyone, I've had bee au in my head for a while and wanted to make a list of unconventional AUs I'd like to see more of. This is a blanket permission to use any of the prompts/ideas here (and repost to Pinterest if you really want to, but ONLY if you include my username. I get a lot of old Tumblr-post writing ideas from there so I don't mind my ideas being shared.)

Go forth and write your blorbos! Meanwhile I'll be catching up with the list of fics I still need to write... sorry bee au you're not getting consigned to the page 🥲

[thessalian]

Thess vs the Daunt

So, we're back to bullet-pointing how I'm going at Horizon: Forbidden West so far:

Okay, awesome, I can talk to old friends-- Wait. Is Avad going to hit on me again?

...Yyyyyyyyyyep. Nice try adding "when this is over", dude, but you do realise that this is not something I can think about right now? Why not try "once I set the throne aside for the little bit", okay? 'Cos I would be shit in a palace.

I ... honestly don't remember some of these people, but they're doing okay, so all's good.

WHY ARE YOU NOT LETTING ME GET RID OF VENDOR TRASH? Instead you want me to only stick my "reprogramme the machines" doohickey on the shiny new spear I got? (Which is good because mine dissolved, apparently, Because Reasons. Because Reasons sometimes suck.)

Wait, why are we talking about leaving in the morning for a ride that'll take a couple of days when we really want to get there in time for this meeting with the angry dudes? I mean, you're warrior-hunters. Surely you can manage a bit of a ride before sunset?

...Oh. That's why. Bye, Varl. I'm sure you'll follow eventually, because you Be Like That, but it'll take you awhile because I have the "reprogramme the machines" doohickey and all you've got is a Focus. Sorry, dude, but I'm about to probably-die like twenty-eight million times out there.

Okay, so what's going to be the problem that I have to solve before I can go to this Diplomacy Jamboree? ...Machines in the way, huh? I do not get you people - they die like anything else! But fine, fine; you need me to kill machines, that be what I do.

...Excuse me Mr Smug Sundom Man, you said what? And yet I have to help you. Well, I'm really helping me. You're just a somewhat unwanted bonus. Now shut up and if you call me a slave-girl again I will demonstrate why I am the Saviour, and if you're lucky it'll just be by throwing chunks of dead machine at your head.

Okay, fine, I may wander a little first. Just to pick up some fast travel points in the area. ...Hrm. Mine. And distressed Oseram. I like the Oseram. Lemme see if I can be of help. ...Dudes trapped in collapsed mine? I can handle that-- Oh. This says level 5. I am level 3. Well, fuck it, I'll manage anyway. This is story mode.

Mrrrrrrrrr WHY WILL YOU NOT LET ME SHOOT AT THE BURROWERS WHILE I'M CROUCHED IN THIS NICE CONVENIENT ENTRYWAY?!? Fine, fuck it; I'll use the stupid spear if you're so hot and horny for me to have melee combat. Assholes.

Maybe I should try platformers again. I always think I'm going to be bad at them and yet I manage these games pretty damn well and they're basically platformers with fighting mechanics attached half the time.

Aaaaaaaaand BOOM. Now, how the fuck do I get up to that ladder? I want to access that cache up there. Hrm. Well, maybe I'll skip it and pull these crates out of the gap I need to navigate-- Wait. There's yellow on top of these crates. Lemme get up to... "Pull Crate"? Oh. Ooooooooh. Drag drag drag RIGHT under the ladder and... YES! UP I GO.

Okay, I wanna know what tools I need to open those other bits and why the hell I'd want to come back here for them. Besides, like, practice.

Yeah, your guys are safe but they could probably use some help that is not me because they're kind of embarrassed about being rescued-- Wait, who forces you to work in insane dangerous places and conditions? Oh, come on; I thought it was just the Carja that did this bullshit!

Right. Apparently my tendency to hunt ALL THE THINGS as I go means that I can basically upgrade most of my shit right out the gate. Now I have done that and it's on to Chainscrape--

ULVUND YOU ARE A SHITHEAD. This "playing political games with people for your own gain" bullshit is what got the human race into this mess in the first place! I don't know if this is a comment about human nature or what, but I also guess that any of the lessons of history we needed to learn so we weren't doomed to repeat them were lost when APOLLO went screwy. FUCK.

Aww, Milduf. Trying to deal with the needs of striking workers; I hear you. And I will get you ALL THE INGREDIENTS. Just ... one question. Could we maybe have a thing where I can build myself a grill and make my own buff-inducing food? No? Okay fine. Here's your bitterleaf and meat and lemme just go get you your grill. (I WANT A COOKING MECHANIC THOUGH.)

Petra! YOU I remember! Hi! ...No, not really into playing board games, thanks. For a game that's about me saving the world, you give me all the wrong extraneous shit sometimes, y'know? I want the cooking mechanic, not the board game mechanic!

YES I AM GOING TO GO FIND EREND I JUST WANT TO GET THAT ONE LAST FAST TRAVEL POINT-- Wait. What's this satellite dish? Shiny lens? I am allowed to take? HEY I FOUND A COLLECTIBLE! This makes up for the metal flowers that turn up here being somewhat different than the metal flowers from the last game, which I cannot pick but are apparently ... traversal aids, if you get the right parts? Weird.

What is the green shiny rock? Eh, who cares; it'll be useful at some point. Right. Fast travel points. Upgrades - including for shit I will never use. Onward to Barren Light and points surrounding!

I'm going to get a fair bit more done today, mind you. See, I kind of forgot that it was Good Friday today and thus a bank holiday. If it weren't for a friend of mine's Facebook post, I would have had the alarm and getting up and logging into the work machine and wondering what the fuck was going on with the typing queue. As it is, I did wake up briefly about an hour before my alarm, but I just went back to sleep after that. Now I have to go out before everything closes (early for the bank holiday) so I can pick up some bits and pieces like pain meds and maybe something nice for dinner. I mean, I did get the big grocery shop delivered yesterday, but that was basics for meals for the month. I mean something special. Just not sure what yet. I should figure that out before I leave the house, huh?

[ddwcaph-game]

Hi, Roselyna, well for my twin, she's pretty tall and lanky, has very pale skin, green eyes, and very long wavy coppery/dark blonde hair. You'd have known when she had kept it short as a boy. She's really quiet and shy, not really able to speak much to anyone beyond her sister, and kinda grew up too fast like JM and Lily (she's definitely been regretting it). She loves collecting the little shiny things she's always stumbling upon, being up at night, reading a bunch, and drawing. I'm curious who you think would like her, since she never has felt like she fits in, like F6E is more her sister's friends than hers, as much as you two tend to hug and cry about stuff together.

Hello, thank you for consulting Roselyna's Matchmaking Service! Rosie had to finish her homework first, so sorry for the late response!

Anyway, here are our Top 3 picks!

Well, I think that last line pretty much solidifies Roselyna as the top pick! If she's comfy enough to cuddle and cry about stuff with Rosie, then I think she's the best candidate, especially if she's having trouble speaking with anyone else. She's arguably the best listener in F6E, so I can see the two of them being very open with each other.

Cordelia would be our second pick! If she feels out of place in F6E, then she might feel more comfortable talking with Delia, who's also pretty reserved, forced to grow up a little too fast, and feels out of place in her world considering her heritage. (If you are unfamiliar with Cordelia, check out her introduction post!)

It's tough picking a third candidate, but I think Wayne would be a good fit, by virtue of your MC being closer to Roselyna. Wayne might be much more outgoing, but he has a lot of experience dealing with Roselyna, back when she was much more reserved. I can see them bonding well via drawing, their trinket collection, and their favorite stories.

Your MC also gets bonus points for all three of them since they all have a preference for someone tall, hehe. 😄

[riminiscensce]

FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS

CHARACTERS … sethos , kaveh , alhaitham , wanderer , cyno , tighnari

SYNOPSIS … you made them friendship bracelets!

NOTES … genshin version of the haikyuu one i made a while ago :D

CONTENTS … fluff , gender neutral reader , probably inaccurate representation of sethos's personality , I haven’t done the story quest 💀 , not beta read

SETHOS

He wears it anywhere he goes. I feel like he’ll be 50/50 on talking about it to other people though.

Like he wouldn’t randomly go up to a person and show them the beautiful bracelet his partner made for him, but at the same time he won’t stop talking about it whenever he’s guiding a lost traveler through the desert. It’s like a sort of payment for stumbling upon Sethos when you’re lost.

At first, he would be paranoid at getting the bracelet wet so he’ll avoid getting rained on for a short while or take it off when it does, you’d have to tell him it’s okay and that the bracelet can withstand getting a little wet 😭

Though it’ll be a different story when it does eventually snap when he’s out traveling.

I wanna say he’d be bad at making it, but to be fair, friendship bracelets can be made by literally anyone and Sethos is no exception. He just won’t be able to catch up on complicated patterns, but he LOVES playing with random beads.

Will probably end up getting sidetracked with throwing some beads to knock over some bottles from afar, you always end up joining him (but he will always be the one to pick them up after).

Will ask you to guide him through it and at the end of the session, you’ll have a very adorable bracelet dangling around your wrists!

Bonus points if the two of you just stick some shiny beads onto each other’s hair.

KAVEH

I fear he might cherish it forever. Like literally wears it 24/7, whether he takes it off when he showers or not is up for debate (I’m kidding, he definitely takes it off— he’s not that obsessed yet)

Flexes it to his friends to the point that they’d leave early from their little get together because Kaveh keeps flaunting how endearing and thoughtful you are to them.

Oh, and if he’s drunk? The showing off x2

But whenever he’s starting to wake up in the morning after with a migraine and a tired body, he softly gazes at the treasure adorned around his wrist.

He thinks it sounds immensely cheesy, but looking at it makes him lose all the tiredness he has in his body.

Kaveh wonders if you also gave a bunch to your friends something similar, or if you only made one for him.

He giggles at the thought.

Overall, acts like a lovesick teenage girl with it.

ALHAITHAM

Thinks twice about it.

Is it appropriate for someone like him, the Grand Sage, to wear something that seems so… childish and silly?

For the first few days, he doesn’t wear it. Truthfully, Alhaitham shouldn’t feel worried about whatever he wears on his person, he’s the least person to care really.

But there are lengths to which he feels should remain unexplored.

Though he grows more and more restless when he sees your pained expression. He hears you sighing and muse how you worked so hard to make the materials out of scratch and even mined some minerals for the other beads.

Alhaitham knows you're doing this to get something out of him, he knows that... and he hates how it has an effect on him.

The next day, scholars in the Akademiya continue to whisper about the Grand Sage’s new shiny (silly) bracelet.

Is he going to elaborate about it to anyone? Most likely not.

But he thinks that it was worth wearing for your flighty grin.

WANDERER

At this point, he should get used to the scholars giving him the most random things whenever he would happen to walk by.

He really didn’t think of wearing it, just accepting it and wishing that you’d forget about it the next day.

Instead though, he’s the one taking the time of his day to examine the piece of work.

He simply doesn’t understand. It’s neither made out of gold nor any rare mineral— just a bunch of shaped beads that match the colors of his clothes with the beads spelling out “hat guy” in the middle.

It was also a bit too dangly to his liking, he would definitely not wear it.

He ends up wearing it— he decided that it’s because he likes the way it jiggles controllably around his wrist whenever he would sit in the library while writing down something he was obligated to.

Eventually, he grows to like the way it irritates some of the annoying scholars in the library.

He should ask you to make some more for him, now that would genuinely annoy some people he wasn’t on good terms with.

CYNO

Ever seen a General Mahamatra with a colorful band of beads decorating their wrists? Now you have.

It was another day in Sumeru, except General Cyno walked around town with a glistening bracelet.

At first everyone grew to accept it, finding the look to be quite endearing on the usually straight-faced man. But everyone eventually realizes that something so innocent looking does not fit the General when he’s doing his daily tasks around the city.

Hunting down a runaway scholar with illegal research? The scholar would have pissed themselves if they didn’t notice the light-hearted jewelry on Cyno (who was quite the opposite and emitting pure lightning for intimidation).

He’s fighting some loose creatures with some witness? Yeah, they would focus on the dangling bracelet of the General rather than admiring his fighting capabilities, or thinking of evacuating.

The only times that the bracelet would suit Cyno was when he was honest; when he would feel like a genuine boy with the most childish things.

This happens whenever he plays TCG (and wins), and when he’s with you. The someone who gave him something so vulnerable and pure.

TIGHNARI

Surprisingly, he has two sides in this: The first is feeling genuinely smitten (of course he wouldn’t outwardly show it), feeling protective of the trinket you made him.

Tighnari takes his sweet time admiring each detail about it, from the interesting color choices to the materials you used for the strong band to hold everything together.

But the second side is feeling dirtying it.

He usually works in the forest, somewhere muddy and moist, would he really wear your work of art out while he’s working and risk the possibility of tainting it?

Or even worse— destroying it and losing all the beads all over the grass to the point that he’s unable to fix them.

Clearly, he overthinks a bit but ends up regaining his senses before wearing it on his wrist.

When he comes down from his office, Tighnari silently melts at the sight of you teaching Collei how to make the same friendship bracelets.

You know… just in case someone accidentally breaks it while working.

rimi’s notes

I started writing this when Sethos was first drip marketed but had to wait to know his personality so 💀

hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated ★

[summoning-potema]

sh80 au sims pics babeyyy too many pictures under the cut

this AU is basically just. they meet in zuzu city and don't have jobs and somehow can survive because they're god's favorite. Addie does grow her weed tho, and they had chickens until i had to delete them for space. i'm trying to get shane to sell woodworks on plopsy but so far no customers lol. nolan and jinx are their neighbors and wake them up every other night so I need to move them but don't feel like redecorating again ;_;

delinger finally got eye shinies! it took a lot of retries but finally figured out how to convert that meshed eyeball B) i should share on the original post the creator of that mod made but the copy I have also replaced the original textures, so I have to dl the original and work from there, and I'm lazy. If you use the mesh catchlights too and are reading this :p message me I'm happy to do that

anyways deli is supposed to be attached to his dad's hip at all times. he's a huge crybaby and a little softie his whole life. sim deli is that and also was a sloppy eater, and eats anything, and is gassy which is so funny to me LOL literally mini shane

addie bribes w food :) got that from dad too

they had a bday party for him at a bowling alley/night club and it was awfullll i had a bug where no npcs spawned to man the bar so everyone stood around slowly getting hungry and bored. but they did have one cute moment where nolan played the piano to help deli take a nap :'')

aged up to be a frat boy (i did just paste his old look on top of him)

emily/sandy interluuuuude :) i gave them a little refresh along with haley!

so at this point addie was pregnant w/ bio baby 2 and that's when they get married so, shotgun wedding time

partayyyy

nolan was addie's best man (emily was shane's lol) and this poor guy gets bothered wherever he goes. i had to kick out 3 wedding crashers because he was here. here he is with jas and ami :p

'help'

ami has 2 roomates that are two other ocs, bea (addie's trad goth tattoo artist friend i've shared before) and teagan who was originally rockabilly eyecandy with a skeleton face tattoo but now she's just. stunning. with no theme except being really hot. i'm obsessed with her. but i wanted to give her rick genest's tats and i can't find those in sims 4 :(

back to reality. here's some times that shane and addie had to fight with nolan and jinx to shut the fuck up cuz they're the world's worst neighbors. i have at least 3 other times where they did this ._.

some shane and baby deli. father of the year here gives his kids chips for dinner. also play arsonist's lullaby with that other pic of deli to get the full effect

then they had baby poppy (another baby named after a metal musician >:) ) and you've seen her as a scary newborn the other day. here she is as an infant :'))))) SHE IS SO CUTE. and so far she is fitting her personality, she's supposed to be a little spitfire and out to take on the world. she's only rolled "spit happy" so far so she just throws up all the time but we'll see if she gets more quirks that happen to fit her personality :p

(that's marnie :') )

and finally, deli and poppy aged up on the same day so here he is as a kid. jas kept picking on him!! on his birthday!!1!!!1

bonus pics for today: nolan asking the right questions

nolan: love polyamory it's the shit. what do you think? addie: i'm open to it! if the right person fit! nolan: *looks pointedly at shane* :D

[y-rhywbeth2]

As a Baldurian, he - and most of the party - is apparently extremely likely to be multilingual, at least according to the Baldurian character background from 4e which did occasionally offer something worthwhile.:

'BALDUR’S GATE REGIONAL BENEFIT You know one additional language of your choice, you add the Streetwise skill to your class skill list, and you gain a +2 bonus to Streetwise checks.' - Forgotten Realms Player's Guide (4e)

So that's: Common, because everyone gets that; Elven, because elf; Chondathan, as the primary/official spoken language of the region; Thieves Cant, because rogue; and at least one more. 5e backgrounds also make even more languages possible. Edit: And apparently he speaks Abyssal, because why wouldn't he want to traffic with demons and the unholy forces of darkness?

(And from here I somehow ended up babbling about languages for a few paragraphs...)

So the party obviously speaks Calant, the Alzhedo-influenced Sword Coast dialect of the pidgin Tradestongue/Common which bridges the gap between the various different communities that make up the gate (Chondathan, Alzhedo, Illuskan and then, I assume, Elven are probably the most frequently heard languages, starting with the most spoken). Due to the limits of the tradestongue in nuanced conversation, most Baldurians then pick up another language and at least have exposure to several. Most of the party probably speaks Chondathan as a first language, with some degree of Alzhedo - although I would assume Gale has a higher chance of speaking Illuskan rather than Alzhedo, being from the North (even if Waterdeep is right on the border). I'm also curious if he speaks any Chessentan, considering his surname. Minthara - who isn't Baldurian - would've grown up speaking dark elven and undercommon, and presumably picked up common later, although possibly a different dialect to Calant. I wonder how fluent she is in a surface language, and which one?

So Astarion probably speaks Elvish and Chondathan as first languages (although with human-toned skin that fair, he might have Northern ancestry, so maybe he grew up around Illuskan at home. He'd most likely have human ancestry from the nobility though, considering he was allowed to preside over courts of law, which could indicate that it's just very insulated Netherese genetics instead); like everyone else on the planet, he'd have learnt Common (Calant) in order to communicate with people who don't speak the first two; Picked up the thieves cant at some point, because rogues are obligated to know that whether it makes sense or not; While an interpreter could be made available for the times when he was called up to handle a court case, he might well speak some Alzhedo and/or Illuskan, or even some other human minority language; and then learnt Orcish, presumably from a half-orc resident of the Gate (full orcs wouldn't be comfortable here on account of the high risks of discrimination and murder, though I guess you could find one or two if you look hard). He probably wouldn't bother learning gnomish, dwarven or halfling because of that irrational hatred of people under 5' who aren't drow that he's got going on. I can see him maybe wanting to learn dark elven at some point, and considering for all that it rapidly diverged from the surface elven languages it's still related that might be easier, but considering he grew up in the time when Baldur's Gate was inaccessible to drow* I don't see him having access to a teacher. But he could still make the elders of House Ancunín keel over and die as their spirits forcefully eject themselves to Arvandor out of shame when he greets them with 'vendui' on family visits. Random elf trivia: From what I remember, 'hello' is 'vedui' in surface elven and 'vendui' in drow, so you have to be careful to use the right once lest the elves get pissy.

*(Do you like the guards' sharp shiny weapons? Because if you're a dark elf you're liable to see 'em up close if you went into the wrong part of the city. Assuming you don't get offed by panicked surfacers. And they're still not welcome in the city now, the city just got more corrupt and disorganised over the course of the Spellplague population explosion letting a handful slip through the cracks if they want to. I suspect they're still mostly stuck in the Outer City.)

Mentioning embroidery somehow* triggered the memory of the High Rollers oneshot the VAs did where Neil Newborn decided to put Orcish down on his character sheet as one of Astarion's known languages. I strongly suspect that's his own headcanon rather than game canon, but I certainly adopted it.

Astarion 'I should've been a drow' Ancunín** deciding to learn his peoples' other least favourite culture's language sounds about right. It sounds like a good idea for a pique of teenage cultural rebeliion, but I can easily imagine him doing it as an adult too.

The family goes back to Evereska to visit for Cinnaelos'Cor and it's like 'please don't speak Orcish in front of your grandparents' and then he does it just to be a little shit, and 'See?? See??? What did we tell you! This is what happens when you raise your children in human cities!!'

* I suspect sleep deprivation.

** Astarion 'clearly a moon elf, or at minimum, of direct moon elven ancestry - a people who have a tendency to be nomadic/semi-nomadic' Ancunín who decided to be racist against travellers. We get it, you're not like the other elves. Seriously, what the hell is up with you.

[sparklyslug]

tiiiiiiiime ago we talked about eddie finally graduating and not having much money, therefore not having anything nice to wear for the ceremony and he pretends not to care bc fuck school but steve knows that he really does care and takes it upon himself to finally spend the money he’s been saving up on buying eddie something to wear for graduation and giving it to him as a surprise the night before. so u should write that and u should make me cry. thank u. (bonus points if this is pre them actually getting together bc that’ll make me cry even more)

Eddie rests his hips back against the porch railing, crossing his arms over his chest and hoping to shit he looks cool doing it. Wishes he had his leather jacket, but it’s fucking June and that thing has been put all the way through “cool” and right into “post-apocalyptic.” 

He’s kept it, though. Because it’s one of the few things he has that are really his– most of his clothes were casualties of half his fucking house getting ripped through an evil alternate universe. What he’s got now is a loose assembly of things that have been borrowed, or picked up from bins at the high school, or foisted on him by some teenager. He’s never worn so many shades of pastel in his life, and he’s pretty sure they’re giving him actual hives. 

Anyway. He doesn’t feel cool. In this borrowed shirt with stripes and the kind of collar he’d never fucking choose to wear, standing in front of Steve Harrington. King of Cool. Who wears everything that's ever touched his body like it was meant to be there. Even, most memorably, most frustratingly, most deliciously, Eddie’s own battle vest. Steve gave it back to him, but swear to god Eddie doesn’t think it even fits him anymore. Like it had permanently and lovingly reshaped itself around Steve’s back and shoulders.

Eddie kind of gets it. 

“I’ll let you get back to your party in a second,” Steve is saying, while Eddie tries not to look too obviously at his back and shoulders. “I just wanted to, you know. Give you something.”

That brings Eddie back to Earth. “You didn’t have to do that,” he mutters, ducking his head and hoping Steve can’t see anything as mortifying as a blush. 

“Hey, you only graduate from high school once,” Steve says with a grin, stepping close to knock his elbow against Eddie’s. And then steps back again, sorrow of sorrows. 

“Well, that’s what they say about senior year too, and look what happened,” Eddie says. And steps close to knock his elbow against Steve’s in return, because he can’t help himself. But then also steps back, because he’s actually trying to. 

“Right, fine, so if you have another graduation, I’m not getting you shit for that one,” Steve huffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “Get over here, man.”

And he pulls a small, flat box out of his back pocket, offers it to Eddie with a grin. 

Eddie makes a goofy ooh hoo hoo eager noise and rips into it with a grin. He’s not expecting–well, he doesn’t know what he was expecting. But the grin falls off his face a little, when he tosses the lid to the side and sees–

“I know you think it’s probably some like. Corporate bullshit, or whatever,” Steve is saying, suddenly at Eddie’s elbow, an unaccountably nervous quiver in his voice. “But tomorrow’s a big day, and there’s nothing wrong with something a little uh. A little special. Right?”

It’s a tie. It’s a deep burgundy tie, shiny and silky in the light of the porch. It’s dotted with small black shapes, and when Eddie brings it close to his face, trying to make it out in the dim light, he can see they’re little flowers. Like, daisies or something. Black ones. 

Eddie’s throat, weirdly, closes up. And all at once he’s trying not to cry, as he slowly traces a fingertip over the soft (so soft!) weave of the tie, lifting it to wind it between his fingers. 

So he doesn’t immediately register that Steve, next to him, is absolutely freaking out. 

“--color could be all wrong, Wayne just said you were wearing a white button down and I thought, uh, figured that would match,” Steve is saying, when Eddie finally tunes back in. “And the flowers were just– I thought they were nice, not like, I wasn’t trying to say anything weird with it, I just kind of thought like. Black flowers, that’s funny. That’s Eddie. Not! Not like you’re funny. I mean. You are funny, but I didn’t–”

“Whoa now,” Eddie says with a laugh, somehow dares to put a hand out to rest on Steve’s shoulder. “Don’t pull a muscle there Harrington. It’s great”

“Oh,” Steve says. Grimacing, like maybe he did actually pull something. “Shit. I was worried.”

“Wow, really?” Eddie says, deadpan. “Never would have guessed.”

“Fuck you,” Steve says easily, with a small smile. Shakes his head, and steps back, away from Eddie’s touch. “So, anyway. Congratulations, Eddie. That’s all I wanted to say.”

The hand that had just been on Steve’s shoulder is cold, where it’s dropped back down to his side. And the one with the tie wrapped around it feels like the fabric is warming in his hand, picking up his heartbeat. 

“I don’t, uh,” Eddie clears his throat. “I’ve never tied one of these before. Can you show me?” And then he has to take a second to reflect on how, wow. He’s fucking brave huh?

Steve steps back in, looking kind of relieved, and slides the tie out of his hand. “Sure, man. No problem.”

Eddie is suddenly so very happy with this weird, loser polo shirt that used to belong to someone at least a size and a half bigger than he is. Because it’s got the kind of collar Eddie would never wear, the kind of collar Steve is currently threading a tie through. Eddie bows his head a little, so Steve can get it across the back of his neck, and also so Steve doesn’t see the way his eyes flutter closed at the brush of fingertips against his hair. 

He looks up when Steve’s hands are in front of him again, Steve’s gaze intent as he starts working his way through some bizarre series of loops and knots, making tiny noises of triumph or annoyance, based on progress or setbacks that Eddie can’t really understand. But then, he’s not even remotely paying attention. 

He loves to see Steve like this. Focused. Eyes on the prize. Man on a mission. But to see Steve like this, and in any way even remotely focused on Eddie? Shit, man. Fuck the tie, Steve doesn’t even know the kind of gift he’s giving him right now. 

“I normally do this on myself,” Steve admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Kind of hard from this angle. I keep thinking of how to do it like. Backwards and reverse.”

Eddie clears his throat. “I’ve been thinking about it,” he says. “And this is actually, pretty sure, the only thing I own that’s really mine.”

Steve doesn’t look at him, but his hands slow down, resting for a second high on Eddie’s chest. 

“I’ve got shit from the donation bin, I’ve got hand me downs. I’ve got clothes from dead people which is, uhh. You’d think it would be kind of metal? Actually mostly it’s. Not. But this–”

He brings up his hand, presses it over both of Steve’s, and the tie beneath it. Silky and smooth, still a little cool to the touch under Steve’s warm hands. 

“This is all mine,” Eddie says, quietly. “And it’s from you.”

Steve’s hands go still. And then press flat, slowly, over Eddie’s chest. 

“I could,” Steve swallows, brings his eyes up at last to meet Eddie’s. “I could tie it on myself, then loosen it so you can put it on over your head.”

Eddie lifts a hand, slides it gently through Steve’s hair. “Sure,” he says distantly. “Sounds good.”

Steve’s hands tighten around the tie and reel him in. And makes an incredible noise of surprise right against Eddie’s lips, like he wasn’t the one who pulled Eddie close, who’s sliding his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, as Eddie gets both hands around that perfect denim-wrapped ass and pulls Steve in, staggering back a little against the wall. 

If Eddie gets another graduation, yeah. The bar for congratulatory presents just officially got impossibly high.

[unorthodoxdeity]

How to Care for Your Demon

This turned into an x reader thing so enjoy

reader is gender neutral

Sebastian:

Let's get one thing straight: Seb is the bird man. We know this. That being said people underestimate how birdlike this man really is.

He molts. Feathers everywhere. Be warned. He will try to clean them up. It does not matter. You will find them.

He's particularly fond of shiny objects, if you pick up a shiny penny and give it to him he will be like :o! my master! gave me a shiny!!! holy shit!! coin!!!!! In return he will start giving YOU shinies. "Wow look a cool rock, gotta give this one to the master" he says with a pocket full of strange items he also must give you.

Sebastian is a one human ONLY kind of demon. You are his human. He will not want other humans. He will be about as vicious as that goose you see on your way to work.

This being said he absolutely LOVES his job as a butler. It keeps him busy. It keeps him fulfilled. He wants to take care of your needs. That's how he shows love.

Sebastian absolutely loves attention. He may not like serving other humans but by god does he love the praise that comes with cooking some obscenely fancy meal for a bunch of nobles.

Bonus points if you're the queen's gaurd dog and you get the chance to send him after murderers so he can fuckin HUNT!!! The man has energy!!! Keep him busy and he will be a very happy demon!!!

When he comes the man will build a blanket nest and you two can cuddle the night away. He's also quite fond of baths because haha splash splash smell good.

If you're able to be demanding and let Sebastian take care of you, you will have a very good relationship.

Claude:

OH GOD OH FUCK A SPIDER

Claude differs greatly from Sebastian. He will not be as fond of maintaining your basic needs. In fact he finds needing to do that humiliating. He isn't your dad, get dressed yourself. He will not like the type of work that being a butler brings. Those standards just don't suit him, which is why he's always so dead inside as a butler.

You aren't Claude's master. You're his little thing that walked into his web, the only difference between you and food is you made him go :o! neat!! I like this one. It's a buildup. You have to earn each other.

Claude does not come to you, you come to Claude. He will put in an immense amount of effort to make his web perfect for you because he needs to lure his prey in and make sure they stay there.

He is much happier when he stops trying to conform to the master servant style of doing things. He'll hum, tell jokes, discuss whatever book you're reading, really start to come into himself and be able to show more affection because of that. His brand of affection takes the form of discussing Greek literature with you then giving you an apple, you'll have to become attuned to him to see it but he'll become attuned to you as well. Both of you are particular and you find that this makes you perfect for each other.

You'll find he may want to do all of the maintenance on and inside of the house, he wants to keep his web nice for you after all. If you do it for him you WILL do it wrong. He is very particular. It's just a waste of your time and he'll shoo you away so he can finish doing the dishes because it just doesn't Feel Right if someone else does them. You can watch and talk to him though. He doesn't mind your presence one bit.

Alternatively, you should focus on keeping yourself nice. Don't be afraid to pamper yourself however you'd like, Claude likes it when you're able to take care of yourself and feeling happy. In fact, he'll encourage this by setting the bathroom up with candles and the like for a bath, while he doesn't want to be your servant he does still like to keep you happy. Just not because he has to.

If you're going through a depressive episode and can't do anything but get out of bed this is when Claude will start to get worried and genuinely enter butler mode. This is because he knows you actually need it. He absolutely hates to see you suffering and will do everything he can to make it better.

He doesn't need space to run. He doesn't need a lot of attention. You may not even talk to each other some days, but it's not an uncomfortable silence. Claude is self sufficient and rather introverted. He'll sip his tea next to you with glee, but neither of you should expect to be waited on hand and foot by the other when it's unnecessary and for the sake of the very aesthetics that crushed Claude in the first place.

[theoutcastrogue]

One D&D aka D&D 5.5: Expert Classes (Rogue and others)

I lowkey ignored these new developments, but now I’m plunging in. Latest Unearthed Arcana is out (PDF here) and it’s about Rogues, let’s go!

Changes to the Rogue Class

Weapon proficiencies: From simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers and shortswords in 5e, we get simple weapons, and martial weapons with the finesse property. So we lose longswords which were already not useful for sneak attack, and we get scimitar AND WHIP. Whip has reach! And I mean. Kinky. Wait, did we lose hand crossbows? Am I missing something? That’s a weapon FOR rogues, innit? I wonder if they’re saving it for Assassins only.

Sneak attack: Can only use it once per round (not per turn) with an attack action, so not as a reaction. Aw, that’s a straight nerf. To be fair, setting up a sneak attack reaction was a hassle, required you to stay smack dab in the middle of melee (for squishy rogues, this is The Bad Place), and ate your Uncanny Dodge reaction. So maybe it’s okay.

Thieves’ Cant: You get an extra language in addition to Thieves’ Cant, which can be Standard or Rare. That’s cool.

Evasion: Now at lvl 9, 2 levels later than before. Hmm, I think that’s a bit too late for “iconic class ability”, but it’s true Rogues have a lot of those, and you gotta spread them out somehow. Maybe bring back the older gradual version, of Evasion (only works if you succeed on the save) early and Improved Evasion (the full effect) later?

Subtle Strikes: That’s new. I like it. Despite being often described (and played!) as the loners who scout ahead solo, Rogues have always performed better with allies to distract their enemies. Ganging up on targets is a time-honoured tradition. Replaces Blindsight.

Slippery Mind: Now applies to Charisma too, not just Wisdom. Also cool.

Level 20 Capstone, Epic Boon of Undectability (or another epic boon feat): Well. It’s debatable if that’s sufficiently awesome for level 20, but I really dig the idea of a Rogue who hides and just... can’t be detected. Fuck your magic. And I think it should explicitly ignore blindsight and tremorsense and such, otherwise meh, by that point your Stealth (assuming Expertise and 20 DEX) is 27 minimum.

Changes to the Thief subclass

First of all, all subclasses now get abilities at the same levels: 3rd, 6th, 10th, 14th. For us that’s earlier, neater, and a definite improvement. These came too late in 5e, and sometimes it felt like your subclass didn’t even matter, other than the big boost at 3rd.

Fast Hands: Nerfed, can’t Use an Object as a bonus action any more. That’s bad, I think thieves should have fast hands for any and all purposes. Combat can become way more creative, and situations like “we’re on a vehicle that’s out of control, or a dungeon room filled with levers” way more interesting. That’s when you need a rogue with fast hands. Boo. Now you can only use this ability to pick locks, pick pockets, disarm traps, or Search. But something’s wrong with the Search action.

My first reaction was WISDOM? oh no! But wait a minute. That’s not investigation, that’s not looking for traps or rifling for clues or deciphering codes (these are apparently another type of action, INT-based, called Study). Then why on earth would a Thief get Search and not Study as a bonus action? That makes little sense, and also goes against the Thief archetype stereotype: hot mess, incorrigible fuckup, gets easily distracted, most of all by shinies, inadvisably dumped wisdom. (Am I projecting? OF COURSE I’m projecting.)

Second-Story Work: You get an actual Climb speed equal to your speed (okay), and can Jump with a dexterity instead of a strength check. Trouble is, Jump is an Action, and Cunning Action doesn’t apply. Boo. Still underwhelming ability, doesn’t do what it says on the tin. And mate, look, it’s real simple. Thieves will never be top damage dealers or damage takers, and they got no spells. To compensate, you have to make them incredibly cool, and fast and mobile.

Supreme Sneak: the advantage to Stealth checks applies if you wear Light armor or none. Previously you had to move up to half your speed, so that’s a big improvement. If you play tactical combat on a grid and not vague theatre of the mind, mobility is HUGE for rogues.

Use Magic Device: That’s changed quite a lot (previously it was just ignore attunement requirements). The scrolls thing seems interesting, but without spending a whole feat to gain proficiency in Arcana, it’s just an Intelligence check, i.e. exactly what happens when anyone tries to use a scroll not on their spell list. If no other rules change, it’s bad: it only lets you use 1st lvl spells or cantrips at level 10. The other two abilities depend entirely on how many and what kind of magic items your DM gives you. Having 4 good attuned items is amazing.

Thief’s Reflexes: It’s now 14th lvl instead of 18th, and instead of an extra turn on the first round of combat, you get a second Bonus Action (from Cunning Action only) [Proficiency] times per Long Rest. You know, unless you get into a ton of combats per day, this is arguably better.

Changes to other relevant rules

Duel Wielder / Light weapons: Good news for two-weapon fighters: off-hand attacks don’t take a bonus action any more, you just need 2 Light weapons OR one Light, one non-Two-Handed, and the feat Dual Wielder. Also, since normally “you can equip or unequip one Weapon before or after any attack you make as part of [the Attack] Action”, you can effectively fight with two weapons and still have a hand free before and after to manipulate things, AND your bonus action free for Cunning Action. Very good for Rogues.

Skulker: Useful.

Blindsight: Um. Does “effectively see” mean you can target them with a spell, or attack without disadvantage etc? Or does it just mean you know where they are? That could use a clarification. 5e didn’t have any either.

Hide: For the most part, this is unusually clear and well-defined (5e hiding was neither). The minimum DC 15 even if your enemies crit-fail is an unnecessary nerf, I think, but that’s okay. BUT. I swear no one’s ever managed to figure out the CLASSIC Rogue move “emerge from hiding place and sneak attack opponent” – i.e. attack with the benefits of being hidden; you should only hit once before they register you’re there, but that hit will hurt. Reading this, it looks like if I’m hidden like 5 ft away from my target and emerge from Cover, I’m in melee range but my Hidden condition ended BEFORE I get the chance to make my attack roll. Because now I’m not behind any Cover! So I can only pull it off with ranged weapons OR if I’m hidden and exactly adjacent to the target. I am not pleased.

Y’all. Decide if you want to give this to sneak attackers only or to anyone who hides successfully, give a reasonable distance limit (if I have to run 30 ft from cover to melee range, I’ll probably get made and will surprise exactly no one), say 10 ft, and LET ME DO THIS. Lemme dash out of the darkness or from behind a piece of furniture and stab people in the kidney, that’s the class.

Tools: This is really cool, I’m a skillmonkey, I dig tools, love it.

Unarmed Strike: I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING WotC TO LET ME KNOCK PEOPLE DOWN USING DEXTERITY. Good god people, haven’t you EVER tripped anyone irl? If you aim at the right spot at the right time, you don’t need any strength at all, you use their own weight and momentum to make them lose balance. Also, can I at least AIM a fist or a kick using dexterity? Never mind damage, just to hit? Is that so unfathomable? And can Unarmed Strike please be considered a finesse weapon, to support brawling Rogues? “Brawler fighting dirty” is a Type of Guy D&D needs. (Also needs ninjas, obviously, but we’ll see what they’ll do with the Monk and/or other Rogue subclasses about that.)

P.S. Also, may I express my profound relief that they rolled back that HUGE nerf in critical hits. They had made it “add an extra weapon damage die” instead of double all damage dice, to the woe and chagrin of martials everywhere and especially rogues and paladins. I mean come on, the sheer JOY of critting on a sneak attack should not be taken away! And it wasn’t, they rolled it back, phew.

See also:

reddit thread

GitP thread

WotC video for this Unearthed Arcana

WotC video for the Rogue changes

[lonely-lost-soul]

Let Me Worship You

(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)

Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!! 😊😊😊

Requested By: 🍀 Anon

I hope you don't mind the shameless art I made for this lol.

At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.

From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.

But Technoblade always listens.

He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.

With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.

Off to a rocky start already. Great.

“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,

‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’

Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um...did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.

‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’

“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”

“No!” You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.

You had fast reflexes, that’s good.

The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.

“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.

He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”

“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.

Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.

“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.

“Do I...just stick my hands in there or…”

You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,

“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.

“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.

“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and...he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,

“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.

Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.

It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.

Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”

“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.

“Hypocrite.”

“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.

There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.

You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.

His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.

“Did you just purr?”

“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,

“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.

“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”

“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.

“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,

“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: jungkook picks y/n up from class & all eyes are on him

➺ pairing; badboy!jungkook x y/n 

➺ wordcount; 1.6k

➺ p.s. yes i’m aware this REEKS of 2012 wattpad clichés and i basically groaned and rolled my eyes the entire time i was writing this but i’m trying to redeem myself from the tragedy that was the 2018!badboykook fic and 2021!cee needed to get this out of her system!!! and sometimes cheesy things are good for the soul!! please enjoy this teeny tidbit and feel free to roll ur eyes with me 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the maker of course :-))) 

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“can’t you ask jungkook to get us in?” jimin sighs frustratedly, nudging you with his elbow before reaching over and pulling the door open for you, “come on… this is going to be the party of the semester! we can’t miss it!”

“i’m sure there’ll be a big ol’ party next semester, jimin-” you roll your eyes playfully before shaking your head, “besides, we’ve been to dozens of parties already! the world isn’t going to end if we don’t go to this one, right?”

“but kim taehyung is hosting this one!” jimin exclaims, grabbing onto your elbow before giving you a shake, “and his parties are legendary. do you know what people are going to say if they find out i wasn’t there??”

good grief

you’ve come to really like jimin in the five-ish months that you’ve gotten to know him, but if there’s one thing you could change about him it’d be his obsession with campus parties

(sometimes you think that jimin probably wouldn’t hang around you as much if you weren’t dating jungkook and his magical ability to get into pretty much any party possible... but that’s a conversation you can have with him another day.)

“you care far too much about what people think.” you frown, shaking your head in disappointment, “i promise you no one’s going to care when you tell them you weren’t at one party-”

“come on…! please??” your eyes widen when jimin stops in his tracks and stomps down on the ground like a petulant child, his plush bottom lip pushed out in a pathetic little pout, “don’t do this to me, huh? just- just bring it up to jungkook and see what he says- promise me you’ll ask jungkook- please please please-”

“okay, okay!” you turn around to face jimin before letting out a huff, “fine. if it’ll get you to stop whining, i promise you i’ll ask jungkook about getting you-”

“-us-”

“-us- getting us into this dumb party.” you smile, crossing your fingers behind your back, “happy?”  

you most certainly will noT be asking jungkook about getting you guys into this party because you’re sick of going to parties!

sure, this is all part of your ~university experience~ but that doesn’t mean you have to go to a party every other weekend

you’d love to just stay in and sleep

god, you’d kill for a good, long night of sleep...

even thinking about it now is making you drowsy

“mhm!” jimin’s face immediately lights up in a delighted smile before he points over your shoulder, “you can ask him right now.”

“ask him n-” you glance over your shoulder, eyes widening in surprise to see jungkook waiting for you by the sidewalk, “-ow... uh, perfect!”

jungkook’s here!

...you… weren’t expecting him to be... here...

jungkook gives a couple of girls a polite smile and a nod of acknowledgement as they walk past him with flirty giggles

“okay, uh-” you turn back to give jimin a stiff smile before crinkling your nose and holding a finger up, “would you mind waiting here for me?”

“i'll wait as long as you want me to as long as you get us into that party-!” jimin calls out after you as you hurry down the brick steps to jungkook

“holy shit. i’d love give his motorcycle a ride-” 

“mhm, any day... any day!” 

you stumble over your feet a little as two girls brush past you from behind, leaving a trail of sweet-smelling perfume tickling at your nose

“hey, there you are!” a grin spreads on jungkook’s face when he sees you coming towards him, pushing himself up so he’s not leaning against his motorcycle, “i was worried i was at the wrong building.”

“uh-huh, so what are you-” you clear your throat quietly before letting out a nervous chuckle, giving your boyfriend a chummy, super casual and not at all romantic punch to the chest, “what are you, uh, doing… here?”

“picking you up from… class?” he mocks your high-pitched tone with a boyish smile before pursing his lips, “you are done for the day, right? that’s what your schedule says.”

“yeah, i’m done, i just- wait a minute-” you frown, your eyes flickering to the side as you try to recall jungkook’s schedule, “shouldn’t you be in a biology lecture right now?”

“the prof dismissed us, like, forty minutes early.” jungkook shrugs, “so i thought i’d come and pick you up so that you didn’t have to walk all the way back to your dorm to meet m-”

“-why’d you take the bandaids off your cheek?” you interrupt him suddenly as you reach up to cup his face, gently brushing your thumb over the healing cut on his cheekbone (he was half-asleep and walked directly into the frame of the bathroom door), “i told you to keep them on for another day. i was going to take them off for you tonight.”

“they made me look lame.” he scrunches his nose and you immediately frown in disapproval, “plus, showing off the cut makes me look so much cooler-”

“that’s not a legitimate excuse-”

“it so is!” jungkook turns his head before pointing at it, “look at that and tell me you don’t think i’m cool-”

it’s not that you don’t love that jungkook knows what time you finish class and where exactly to pick you up (swoon!)- the thing that’s making you nervous is the fact that people naturally seem to just... stare at him whenever he’s around

to be fair, you would stare too if you didn’t know him!

the all-black outfit, the perfectly tousled hair that never seems to be out of place, the obviously very handsome face, and the shiny shiny motorcycle that makes a very obnoxious vrOOm-vroOOom sound whenever he revs the engines

you’re not embarrassed to be seen with him because you are very!!! fond of your boyfriend but…

well, it’s just that if they’re staring at him, they’re most definitely staring at you, too  

and sometimes you worry that you don’t look very compatible with jungkook... and then you worry that people are laughing at you and only you... and then you wonder what people mutter to each other whenever they walk past you two and give you that awful ‘how did someone like you land someone like him?’ stare... and then you feel like you have to prove that you’re dating jungkook but you don’t want to make a scene...

it certainly doesn’t help that there are rubber-duckies on your socks

also, it’s hitting you now that it’s pretty hypocritical to call jimin out on how intense he is about other people’s opinions of him when you’re so in your head about this

jungkook tilts his head curiously when he notices you glancing around like there’s a big target on your back and he resists the urge to snort

he knows exactly why you’re so twitchy, and as much as he wants to reassure you and tell you that literally no one is paying attention to the two of you - and even if they did, who cares? - ...well, he’s allowed to have his fun, isn’t he?  

“oh, what’s the matter, sweet girl? you still embarrassed to be seen with me?” jungkook coos mockingly, slipping an arm around your waist as he pulls you in towards him with a cheeky grin, “hm? don’t want anyone to see your big, bad boyfriend?”

“jungkook-!” you grip onto his forearm in alarm when he leans in, nudging his nose under your jaw so he can give the side of your neck a teasing bite, “cut it out, you weirdo-” your face immediately goes bright pink and you reach up to flatten your palm against his chest to create some distance, “jimin’s still over there-”

“is he?” jungkook hums, giving your warm cheek a kiss before pulling away and looking up towards the staircase, “ah, yep. i see him...” he gives jimin a wave accompanied with a friendly smile and jimin takes that as a sign to come over and join you two

“oh, god. he’s coming over.” jungkook keeps the smile on his face as he looks back down at you, “please tell me he’s not about to ask me about another party. i’m starting to worry that the number of times i’ve asked to come to a party is starting to make me look desperate for socialization- hey, jimin!”

you turn around so you can face jimin and jungkook reaches down to link his fingers with yours  

“hey, bro!!!!” jimin greets a little too enthusiastically as he holds up his fist for a bump, jungkook’s eyes flicking down to it before he reluctantly raises his own arm to bump his fist against jimin’s, “so, like, i’m sure y/n’s already debriefed you on kim taehyung’s party-”

“ah, yeah. taehyung’s party- you sure you wanna go to that one?” jungkook frowns as he glances back down at you, “because taehyung’s from one of the sleazier frats-”

“i heard they pop open bottles of champagne and spray them, like, all over everyone-” jimin gushes, jungkook raising a brow before chuckling lightly

“and you… want that?”

“it’ll look great on my instagram highlights.”

“that… yeah, that’s a bonus for sure.” jungkook gives your hand a squeeze and you bite back a giggle, “who cares about wasting multiple bottles of expensive champagne when they make for a great instagram highlight?”

“see? you get it!” jimin chirps before looking over at you, “he gets it, y/n.”

“mm, he certainly does.”

(jungkook likes jimin, it’s just that he thinks he’s a little too eager about his place on the social ladder sometimes…)

“oh, and don’t worry-” jimin beams, “y/n and i won’t abandon you at the party or anything because i hear their house is huge-”

“yeah, because i’m the third wheel in this trio.”

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