#and i sum it all up with one word. insomnia

[malachitezmeyka]

The worst part of being on my period isn't even the cramps, it's the insomnia

[cirqosmos]

yandere simulator; xo (only if you say yes). yjw

interactive roleplaying game: where instead of a yandere winning over your heart, you win theirs. by getting them to say 'yes', only then you will unlock the key to their heart where psychotic love resides.

currently playing. . . xo (only if you say yes)

warning: yandere, slight profanity, some grammar errors (i'm doing my best to study it >_<)

runtime: 3k.

director's cut, — jungwon boo u never fail to prove me that you're legit my muse in writing </3 this is just a fun fun interactive yandere game i randomly thought of, whatever you choose (majority of the votes) decides what happens to you with yandere jungwon :3

character visual: jw

"i'm sorry, but no. you're just not my type—"

you slammed yourself your face on your pillow, burying it so tight it sent you to heaven itself. however you'd rather die this way than pressing the 'continue' button to read the yandere's next words for his darling—which is you.

but you're not even his darling yet, much less being his close friend. maybe just a friend from school?

yeah, definitely.

well, as a twenty-nine years old office lady with her average monotonous schedule with the same routine over and over again for the past eight years, nearing her thirties yet never being able to find a qualified partner that fits her overly high standards—you're left with a game titled 'xo (only if you say yes) you've found somehow on the devil's hours; a game that was immensely difficult to pass, where you would do your best to win over a yandere's heart.

the game's description was too daring, almost too challenging, you are afraid to admit.

"wanna have your sweet affectionate yandere fawning all over you? no worries! however, as the old sayings goes; without efforts, you may never achieve anything—nothing is free in this world. therefore, why don't you sweat a little, get upset a little, cry a little, break a little—like your beloved yandere would once they fall for you? do your very best to get them to say yes to your love confession just once, and all of them—they will give to you.

blood, sweat, and tears; all of them shall be yours as long as you can make them say yes."

© 2024. all rights reserved xo, (only if you say yes)

and now you found yourself on the final level spending atleast, or disappointingly a huge sum of bucks on the game with currency of gems just to speed up the process, with your eyes bearing a newfound dark eyebags as an extra package of consequences.

you swore by your life and on god himself that you're only playing this for fun out of pure boredom and insomnia, however as you thumb through the game's introduction of yandere as it's dominant themes paired with a comprehensive summary of them; you questioned yourself with sheer shock as to why you've never find an ounce of existence about yanderes for the past eighteen years of your life despite being chronically online.

since yanderes are the exact definition of your overly high standards for men, ever since. no wonder you've never found a men like this before, turns out they only exists in fiction—you scoffed at yourself, filled with disbelief as you roll your eyes.

but! who cares if they don't exist in real life? they're now on the tips of your finger, waiting earnestly and eagerly for your love. a giggle so obnoxious escapes your lips, you feel like you are once a schoolgirl again, but without the experiences of one, actually.

but again who cares!

the game flashes a new pop-up, telling you the next step—choose your yandere character to play with. it shows you a list of seven yanderes illustrated on their respective cards, clad in coquettish-sort-of highschool uniforms; pink ties, beige vest over a dark blue shirt and pants paired with their set of flirty gestures as your thumb glided through each character—reading their descriptions; interests & dislikes, hobbies & talents, a little trivia about them, and of course—their strengths and weaknesses.

surprisingly, they had a range of informations so complete it felt like they were real humans. the developers did quite a spectacular job on it, don't they? and even the fact of how their weaknesses remains the same although with differences in how they would act on it or how far they would go; obsession, possession, and damn psychotic—willing to kill for you.

how romantic. . . in a psychotic way, of course. you hummed unconsciously, letting out a sigh after at the disappointing fact of how you still find it strangely attractive in your late twenties.

are you really that of a single pringle? pfft!

as you giddily spend your time trying to choose one of all characters. they're just all too good, looking too good for your heart to take. but one particular character catches your eye, intrigues you even with those pair of eyes—goosebumps ran down your spine as you could feel him gazing back at you.

like at you, literally.

or was it just the game's tactic to make the players like you fall deeper? hm, probably! it definitely was, unless a random ghost must've possessed your phone but that can't be right?

right?! you yelled the same word out loud, snapping your head around your room—looking for any potential jumpscares, but to your relief—thank god. now you can play your little new obsession in peace!

snapping your head back at your phone, eyes lit up in immense stars as you've made up your mind, heart thumping loudly as you scanned his unique features—tapping the "play with me?" soft pink button below the name 'yang jungwon' aka the mischievous leader kitty of the group.

in yandere academy, this group is called enhypen—and they have a bunch of fangirls, and it's not even a 'bunch', the size of their fandom is almost half of the female population in the academy and even outside of its territories—there is this ridiculously long line of female students from other academies. a feat that cannot be totally underestimated, and it's not even surprising as they are packed with dazzling visuals, and a set of numerous talents of their own.

they catch hearts everywhere, left and right, back and forth with their grand entrance to the school. each of them has their own separate fandoms too, and yang jungwon's taekwondo club practices are always filled with hearty eyes paired nerve-wracking screams that his coach spends half an hour yeeting them out.

"huh?" you let that out a tad bit too loud, almost exaggerated even. the game surely didn't turn out the way you thought, as you had the initial assumption that the yandere you chose already fell for you, and that you just had to spend those lovey-dovey levels roleplaying with them with a one or a few more predetermined routes to choose from.

the rules was pretty simple; try to get his heart—make him fall for you in the set duration of thirty days. in other words, there are ninety-nine percent possibility that he might reject your confession out of pure lack of interest. get that three row of bars; friendship, love, and yandereness as high as you can because if you were unable to do so then there will be no second chances of playing the yandere of your choice without paying an excessive sum of bucks, so you just had to do it once and make sure to do it right.

quite a challenging mission, huh? no it really is challenging but you were determined as your nostrils flared out a puff of air, straightening your posture as

the adorable motion logo of the game plays out, loading in a bunch of texts meant to help you along the way;

'yandere has each of their own unique love languages, pay attention!'

'little misfortunes are often a blessing in disguise, sometimes redirecting you away from what we call a 'disaster.'

'completing side tasks will increase your yandere's love bar by two percent!'

it soon pops up a bunch of pinky hearts and sparkling stars after all those introductions and guides before switching to a scene of him, jungwon—standing before you, and as expected, you were instructed to approach him.

the location in his taekwondo club, all while sandwiched in between his die-hard fangirls with those screams that you had to turn down your volume to zero. talk about in starting a cool first impression—well never mind, two choices popped up on your screen.

choice one: wait for him after his taekwondo practices (20% of working out)

choice two: act like a damsel in distress (5% of working out)

"uh," your thumb hovered over the two choices, is this a trap? act like a damsel in distress—what in the actual fuck? who would even do that in 2024?! you begrudgingly tapped on the first choice, and the scene switches to a pop up message:

try again, jungwon left a couple minutes earlier for a dinner with jay!

[ retry? ] [ exit? ]

your eyebrow twitches, what the fuck? just like that . . .? there's even barely a progress and you just have to fucking retry?

and jokes on you as your jaw dropped on the floor with the new set of choices presented before you, four choices—actually.

"what is this?!" you yelled so loud you immediately covered your mouth, peeking outside the window.

day three.

the love bar ain't going the fuck up, it's still there glaring at your face with it's zero percent. well that's fine, atleast the friendship bar goes up a tad bit—by five percent. a progress is still a progress!

but the game is just so greedy! you can't skip a day? sure then! but you only had three gems a day, one is to play the major mission, second to power up your aesthetics, skills, and status. third, to complete your side tasks such as running errands for your home or completing school assignments!

that even takes a whole day to refill back up, and it's not even enough with these thirty days you got and with this slow ass rate of getting jungwon to fall for you! you threw your phone on the bed, huffing like a madman—contemplating whether to spend a few bucks on it or just drop the game altogether. surely, you can't be that too attached with a yandere character, right?

right?!

jokes on you, your fingers find itself on the payment method against your will. ultimately cashing out a few bucks from your bank account with a single tear trailing down from your eye, all of this would be complete waste of money and effort if you fail to reign over his heart.

you let out an almost animalistic growl—filled with downright spite, actually. is this game even for real?! the choices they gave you are almost like deliberately setting you up for failure, definitely is! you were almost sure that is—to the point of contacting the developers themselves but you held yourself in sheer strength of self-control at last-minute, at the last digit of contacting them.

"it's okay, pampering myself isn't a sin." you pat yourself on the back, comforting yourself with a huge pout reaching the floor. it's okay! with a newfound determination, you're sure you'll make it!

day ten.

hopeless! utterly hopeless even the god of romance and cupid's themselves would laugh at you. you would, too. due to the fact that you went as far as googling on how to 'win over a man's heart" or "list of dialogues and actions that makes a man gain interest in you".

one of them even says food, that it is the way to a man's heart. but how the heck are you even going to feed a fictional game character? it would be easier if there was a food dialogue!

right, when is your character—or the game itself deciding to send a heart shaped box of chocolates? that would atleast give you a few percent to his love bar!

throwing yourself at your bed like a ragdoll, groaning and kicking your feet in the air. why do you even bother? for what? your search history is so hopelessly embarrassing, and even more embarrassing was when your co-worker had their eyes ogling at it. your mistake for letting your phone screen lit up for everyone to see, thank god she was the only one. patting you on the back that it was okay, and that she too had her fair share of struggles on fictional men.

truly a fellow comrade, you almost shed a tear.

day seventeen.

is this damn game trying to get on your nerves?

deciding to show a new bunch of rules that they didn't bother to show at the first day—set of rules you mustn't do while proceeding with the act of winning a yandere's heart, that is—you were not to skip a single day of playing—in other words, not spending a time with your yandere as in the game's words itself; they will be lonely and might end up throwing tantrums—loathing you for doing so, ignoring you for a short period or even longer depending on how long you were gone, thus risking the amount of effort you've spent so far down the drain.

and you actually skipped not one but two days because of your hectic work piling up after a fellow coworker's taking a sick leave for a week. . . and that was also after finally getting his love bar up to two percent and friendship bar reaching whopping sixteen percent.

yeah, it's sadly a 'whopping' one for you.

and now it's back at zero, with his friendship bar down to crashing down to nine digit and just as exactly the rules stated; every choice, dialogues, and routes you picked ended up him ignoring you with that furrowed eyebrows and slight pout on his lips, or responding to you in a flat out cold tone.

he's not even in love with you, so what are you even throwing a tantrum for?! you screamed that question at the animated game character on your phone's screen.

day twenty-four.

nah, this won't do. it definitely won't so why are you still trying? you bit your lower lip as you look for cheats, hacks, and tutorials online, praying to atleast find some miracle that could miraculously rocket you to ninety percent of love bar atleast!

since all you have left is six days.

you've spent an embarrassing amount of hours and days on this shit, even more dedicated and focused than you do back in your days as a student. you were so sure by this point that you could actually become a relationship therapist with all these accumulated knowledge!

day thirty.

eyebrows and lips twitching, it is.

level thirty, it is—ending on quite a horrible note, or actually, a total doomsday glaring back at you with all your nonexistent experience combined into a recipe with the title "never been in a relationship before".

a helpless laughter escapes your throat, of course—how can you catch a yandere's heart? much less make him your lover? you've never even caught a human's interest over the past twenty years of your life!

how cruel, how utterly cruel! god truly has it's ways of playing jokes. tears, laughter, giggles, sweat, money and effort—all gone down the drain.

all because of that one sentence ending it all, each word literally jumping out from his animated lips in a bold ass pink letters,

"i'm sorry but i can't accept it. i only see you as a friend, (name). i hope you could understand. . i'm sorry, but no—you're just not my type."

huh?! seriously?! a compelling urge, or a really tremendous one so colossal you can break your table into two parts—all that set of routes you've chosen so far with a careful decision and thoughts just for him to say this? just for the love bar to be at total ten percent?

jungwon, how could you? only ten percent? there's no hint of romantic affections found in his eyes or gestures, his friendship bar only by forty percent (a low score of only being his 'school' friend), heck you didn't even trigger his yandereness. like look at him! his yandere bar is at zero looming percent!

a trace of the pink love bar and red yandere bar nowhere to be seen, this is a pure scam! a love scam in the form of a game! meant to target single old ladies like you, fucking hell!

out of pure rage and disappointment, you slammed your phone on the bed—burying your face on your pillows as you let out a long drawn out, muffled scream. downright mad at yourself for even being so triggered by this whole shit, and at the fact of you acting like teenage girl imbued with hormonal changes,

"can't even get a fictional men to fall for me, i'm totally screwed for life!—"

you're so going to uninstall that shitty game, there's no point in playing anyways when you can't have the same character of your choice.

a notification 'tings' up, interrupting your bursts of tantrums—you look over at your phone with the game still up, a big pink heart-shaped bubble pops up on the screen—slowly draining into a pathetic colour of white, ultimately shredding it apart into a broken heart, mocking at your misery.

however the next message pulls outs a gasp from your throat, appearing in its usual glossy pink heart but a little redder at the bottom.

💌 2:09AM

hey there, our precious darling!

we totally get how you feel, there's no need to fret anymore! here we present to you an exclusive package where you will be given a final chance to retry for jungwon! this is a one in a lifetime chance for you—our dear player!

tempting almost, yet you're definitely not falling for that anymore.

and it's all free, let yourself fall deeper and deeper into this world of obsession. you can't really give up that quickly, right?

yanderes never knows when to give up, anyways ♡

free? there's nothing free in this world, even the game itself stated the same words. you've wasted your time, money, and effort on this dumb game and now it's giving a package that is exclusive only for you?

what dirty trick is this game trying to pull off once again?

© pieroulette on tumblr , 2024.

[viridescentelf]

Yandere Bard x Reader - a Dream come true

Universe: Baldur‘s Gate 3 or DnD

OC Character Elphael

hey y‘all

i wanted to finish this but I‘m suffering from insomnia so i will continue it at a later date. See it as the amuse-bouche for the actual smexy time.

Summary: your childhood, musical friend Elphael is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his. He finally makes his move and you’re curious to try.

Warning: 18+, explicit language, sexual thoughts and tension, making out, touching, obsessive behavior, dub-con

Read the previous parts here:

1, 2, 3

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A few days passed. The way you touched him, the closeness of your face that night… he had almost felt your illustrious lips. It had to be. You adored him, too.

He fell into his creaky chair, exhausted from the evening. The band had performed for a roudy group of knights, who kept demanding more songs and faster rhythms. They had been rude, making disgusting comments about both Elphael and you. His blood had been boiling to the point he almost broke his instrument. You had calmed him, explaining that he only needed to get through a bit more, before you scored a huge sum of money.

The drow questioned if the gold was worth the vitriol. Sure, it was more than usual. But their vile words swarmed around him, edging your sweet ones from before out.

He stared at his reflection through his fingers. They had confirmed his own thoughts again: he was gross. Debased. Ugly. His belief that you could ever love him too seemed like an old, distant dream. He stared at his hair. It was a knotted mess from the performance. His grey eyes wandered to the comb on his table, where long strands still lay tangled within it. He didn’t feel like taking care of it. Why bother?

You knocked three times.

Elphael sat up instantly, recognizing your pattern. His body shook. You were here.

“Come in?!”, he answered, straightening himself and searching for something to do when you walked in. He grabbed a make-up brush and held it awkardly.

You opened the door slightly, standing in the doorway and smiled gently.

“Hey. You alright?”, you were wearing your sleeping attire. Long set of loose blush pants and a black buttoned top. Even like this, you looked divine to him.

Elphael cleared his throat, realizing he had been staring for a bit too long without answering and putting the make-up brush back where he found it.

“Uhm… yeah. I guess.” He gestured for you to come in, the excitement welling up in his stomach. You obliged, closing the door softly behind you.

You approached him with a resting kindness on your face.

“Rough night, huh?”, you observed the way he was sitting, across the mirror, where he usually spiraled. You knew the stupid comments of the knights got to him.

Elphael tried to look elsewhere, but your eyes kept drawing him in. The tenderness in your voice made him want to grab and feel you.

“Yeah…a bit…”, he answered hoarsely. He let out a brief sigh, his fist balling tightly thinking of what he wanted to do to you right now. You were in his room. He couldn’t really remember any of their insults.

You believed the frustration was about the knights. You stepped a bit closer, looking at his hair. It needed tending to.

“May I?”, you picked up the comb, plucking the old hairs out as you waited for consent.

Elphael’s heart thrummed eagerly. He wanted to scream.

“O-of course!”, he turned towards to mirror, as you stepped closer to his chair.

You held onto the ends of his hair as you gently led the comb through it. The scraping and slight ripping sounds were all either of you could hear at first.

As you worked your way through the tangles, Elphael closed his eyes, savoring the gentle tugs and the soothing sensation of the comb against his scalp.

Elphael found himself relaxing more and more into your touch. The tension in his shoulders began to melt away, and he closed his eyes once more, savoring the gentle ministrations. The way your fingers carefully laced through his strands, sometimes brushing his ear or chin. It made him almost lose it. He wanted to turn around and hold you, smelling your lovely skin.

“Is this ok?”, your voice was silky, as you brushed a bit more thoroughly, worried he might be in pain.

“It’s heavenly…”, he breathed out softly, forgetting himself.

This was it. The confirmation he needed. He would tell you today. He had to.

“I know it’s not easy, Elph,” you continued, “but it makes me so sad to see how their lies get to you.”

He had forgotten about the knights already. You were all he needed.

“It’s ok, I’m fine now…”, his words were almost a whisper. He felt himself grow, aroused at your gentle touch.

“Are you sure? I saw your face as they were shouting. I hate that they speak about you like that. It’s disgusting!”, forgetting yourself, you tugged his hair slightly.

It made his lower half quiver. If he opened his mouth now, he would let out a moan. So he decided to bite his lip to contain himself.

“All I want to say is…”, you realized how tight your hold was, so you let your fingers drift through the brushed sections to check for missed tangles, “you do not deserve such treatment.”

Elphael was listening, but his mind was already imagining other scenarios. Your hands tangled in his hair as he drilled into you.

As you finished brushing, you started threading his grey tresses into an elaborate braid.

“There we go”, you concluded your work.

Elphael opened his eyes finally and almost forgot to look at what you had done to his hair. Instead, his eyes were fixed upon you, dreamy and hungry. He shook slightly and turned his head, when he noticed you waiting for a reaction.

The drow's fingers traced the intricate braid, marveling at its complexity. The now silky strands were woven together in an elaborate pattern, reminiscent of the celestial tattoos that adorned his skin. He turned his head from side to side, admiring your handiwork in the mirror. The braid caught the flickering candlelight, creating an ethereal glow around his face.

"It's beautiful," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection.

“Like you.” You smiled, your eyes twinkling with pride. He felt his organs explode. You thought he was beautiful. Your words were muffling in his ringing ears: "I'm glad you like it. I've been wanting to fix your mane for the past few days, haha.”

You wanted to. Those words bloomed within him.

You bent down and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your cheek softly against his in a sweet embrace. You were happy to see the comfort return to his face, after an evening full of disdain.

Elphael couldn’t help it. He lifted his face and let his nose take a deep whiff of your scent, sighing shakily. You smelled so sexy.

This took you off guard and you released from him rather quickly, staring at him in the mirror. What in the Hells was that?

“Did…did you just sniff me?”, you didn’t know how to process what just happened. That’s something lovers do, not friends.

Elphael stood up quickly, his eyes filled with a mixture of raw panic and pure adoration. He had to come out with it now. You had to feel the same way. You were just scared, because it was new.

Elphael's heart raced, his grey eyes burning with an intensity you'd never seen before. He took a step closer, his voice low and husky.

"I-I can't hide it anymore," he stammered, hands trembling at his sides. "Every time you're near me, I feel like I'm on fire. Your scent, your voice, your touch - it drives me wild."

You took an instinctive step back, eyes widening in shock. "Elph, what? What are you-"

He pressed on, words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "I love you. I've loved you for so long. Every song I write, every note I play - it's all for you. You're everything to me. Gods, and I’ve wanted you - all of you. Your body, your heart, all of it. I know you want it, too…"

He was stepping towards you slowly, noticing that you were edging for the exit. He couldn’t let you leave.

Your mouth fell open, struggling to process his confession. This couldn't be happening. Elphael had been like a brother for you.

“I- I… Elphael…what…”, you stammered, unsure of what to reply. The desperation in his voice made your stomach drop. He suddenly towered over you, the size difference between you two making your hands shake. What was happening?

“Elph, I don’t…I don’t know what to say. What are you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the drow had grabbed your face and pinned you against the door you were aiming for. His eyes were wild with greed. He pushed himself into you and you felt his bulge press up into your crotch.

“Elphae-”, you wheezed.

“The way you touch me, look at me…”, his voice was laced with lust. Why were you trying to leave?

He pressed closer, pinning you more firmly against the door. You turned your face away as he tried to kiss you.

"Elph!," you commanded, bellowing into his ear with firmness.

A flash of anxiety overwhelmed him. The sound of an angry tone from you shook him in his core. Releasing from you, Elphael staggered back, his eyes wide with horror at what he just did.

The wild hunger that had consumed him moments ago drained away, leaving only a sickening horror in its wake. He watched as you pressed yourself against the door, your chest heaving with excited breaths.

"I-I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice cracking. "I don't know what came over me. I never meant to-"

But the words died in his throat as he saw the look in your eyes. Confusion and worst of all, unfamiliarity. You were looking at him like he was a stranger. The realization hit him like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs.

“Y/N, I’m…”

You put a hand up to stop his stammering. He hushed instantly and fell down to his knees, his hands outstretched in defeat. Not being able to take the silence between you, he lifted his head once more to continue his begging.

“Please, I won’t ever do that again. I would never hurt you, Y/N, never. I can’t believe I-”

“Stop talking,” you whispered. The drow fell silent once again, snivelling pathetically on the dusty floor. His head faced the wood, hiding his wet face.

You stood there, your back pressed against the door, heart racing as you stared at Elphael kneeling on the floor. Your mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. The shock was still there, but as your eyes took in the sight of him, other strange emotions began to stir.

Elphael's head was bowed, his long silver hair falling in a curtain around his face. The braid you had so carefully woven was coming undone, wisps of sparkling strands framing his features. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, the muscles of his back rippling beneath his thin shirt.

Despite yourself, you found your gaze trailing over the curves of his body. You had always known Elphael was attractive in an objective sense, but you'd never allowed yourself to really look at him this way before. He was your friend, chosen family, after all.

The rush of his strong grip, it had awoken something in you. Unable to process the gigantuan feelings within you, you turned and opened the door.

You heard a faint “No” wheeze out of the drow. He rarely cried.

You paused in the doorway, your hand trembling on the handle.

The soft sounds of Elphael's muffled sobs tugged at something deep within you. You couldn't just leave him like this.

With a deep breath, you slowly closed the door and turned back to face him. Elphael looked up at the sound, his grey eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears.

As you drew closer, you could see the constellations dusting his lavender skin, the way his long lashes caught the light. He looked pathetic, but a flash of that starved face glaring down at you whizzed across your mind. You had never experienced someone longing like that for you.

You lowered yourself to crouch before him, your heart pounding. "Elph," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

The sound of the sweet nickname in his ears made his breath cease.

"Elph," you repeated, your voice trembling slightly. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing your hand on his shoulder. The contact sent a jolt through his body. He wanted to grab you again, but swallowed harshly, expecting another rejection and not daring to scare you away like that again.

You swallowed hard as well, your throat suddenly dry. "I... I've never thought of you that way before," you admitted softly. "But maybe…"

The drow's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath your touch. A glimmer of hope returned to his wet eyes. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and starlight that always clung to him.

Your eyes met his, and in that moment, something shifted. The air between you crackled with an electric tension you'd never felt before. Your gaze drifted to his lips, slightly parted and trembling. Without conscious thought, you found yourself leaning closer.

You stopped yourself briefly, but curiousity was running miles within you.

Elphael remained perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe as you drew near. He could feel the warmth of your breath ghosting across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His hands clenched at his sides, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation and restraint.

He was confused. On the one had he was over the moon that you were even attempting to give in to him, on the other he wasn’t sure if this was reality.

His eyes were frantically flitting between your curious eyes and your lips that edged towards him. It took every bit of him to remain still and not crash into you, forcing your lips into his own.

Slowly, achingly, you closed the final distance between you. Your lips brushed against his, feather-light and hesitant at first.

Elphael let out a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering at the moment he had dreamed of for eons.

His lips were surprisingly soft, tasting faintly of the ale from earlier. You pressed closer, deepening the kiss slightly as your hand moved to cup his cheek. You could feel his body trembling, the insane amount of desire desperately trying to relax and not burst through.

A low groan rumbled in Elphael's chest, the sound vibrating against your lips. His hands clenched back into fists at his sides, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of restraining himself. He wanted nothing more than to pull you against him and pin you to wooden floor, dry humping your body and lapping up your lips.

Elphael's entire world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of your lips against his. Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat stretching into eternity as he savored the kiss he had longed for through countless lonely nights. Your lips were impossibly soft, like velvet petals brushing against his own. He could taste the lingering sweetness of honey mead on your breath, mingling with your natural essence in an intoxicating blend. The scent of you enveloped him - rose and rainwater and something uniquely, beautifully you. It made his head spin. You were everything he ever wanted and more, and he was getting to experience you for real.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Elphael's restraint finally broke. With a low growl, he surged forward, deepening the kiss as his arms wrapped around you. One hand tangled in your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back, pulling you against him as he straightened himself up.

You gasped at the sudden intensity, your lips parting. Elphael took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth, tasting you fully. A whimper escaped you as he explored, your body melting against his. His fingers were tangled in your hair and pushing your head further into his - if possible. His strong grip made you throb. You never imagined he’d be this rough and that you would like it.

The drow's kisses grew more frantic, desperate. He trailed his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat. "Mine," he murmured against your skin between heated kisses. "You're finally mine."

His words sent a shiver through you. Part of you wanted to protest - you weren't anyone's possession. But the primal need in his voice and body language ignited something within you.

Elphael's hands roamed your body hungrily, mapping every curve and plane. He pulled you fully into his lap, grinding up against you as his lips found yours once more. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, messy and passionate.

You gasped as you felt his arousal pressing insistently against you. This was moving so fast, your head was spinning. But your body responded eagerly, hips rocking against his of their own accord.

"Elphael," you breathed.

Elphael's eyes burned with intensity as he gazed up at you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Say it again," he growled, voice low and husky. "Say my name."

"Elphael," you repeated, breathless. The sound reverbarted in him, eagerness taken. With a fluid motion, he stood, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed, never breaking the heated kiss.

He laid you down on the threadbare mattress, hovering over you. His silver hair fell like a curtain around your faces, creating an intimate cocoon. For a moment, he simply stared at you, drinking in every detail of your flushed face.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, tracing your cheek and lips with trembling fingers and interrupted himself by kissing you again. The last syllable muffled in your mouth as his tongue swirled around your own. He pushed his groin into yours and rocked himself up and down, creating impatient friction.

This desperation turned you on even more. You’d never felt this wanted by anyone.

He released from your lips and clawed at your shirtbuttons, the quickness of his fingers ripping the fabric slightly. Your chest lay bare in front of him and the drow gaped at it. He let out a shaky moan, seeing you like this before him. You watched as his eyes tried to focus on one aspect of your upper half, but they fluctuated from one part to the other, drinking every detail in.

His hands hovered over your chest, afraid the dream would fade away before him.

Was this really happening?

(will continue in a second part when my brain isn‘t sleep deprived)

[jotun-philosopher]

Discworld/Good Omens parallels ramble

Exactly what it says on the tin! These are some fun little Discworld/Good Omens parallels that my brain picked up on at various times (usually 3 a.m. or thereabouts... Thanks, mum, for the persistent insomnia...)

Mild-to-moderate spoilers for Wyrd Sisters, Lords And Ladies, Men At Arms and Carpe Jugulum below the cut.

In A Life With Footnotes, the official biography of Terry Pratchett, Rob Wilkins mentions that when he was in school, a young Pterry wrote for English class a story (sadly lost to the mists of time) about orcs attacking a vicarage in full Jane-Austen-spoof fashion. Now, given how the Whickber Street Shopkeepers' Ball turned out, it seems reasonable to assume one of two things: a) this story was not a factor under consideration when writing S2 and the parallel is an ineffably delightful coincidence (a bit unlikely) b) this story *was* an inspiring factor in the writing of S2, and the nod to Pterry happened to work really well with the plot (seems a bit more likely). Either way, the parallel is there and giving me all of the warm fuzzies <3

There's an idea in Discworld, forming a significant part of the moral backbone of the series, that's very succinctly summed up by Granny Weatherwax in Carpe Jugulum: "[S]in [...] is when you treat people like things. Including yourself." This is absolutely at the core of what's wrong with Heaven and Hell and God and Satan in Good Omens; the leadership and culture of both organisations/cults treat everyone -- angels, demons and humans alike -- as disposable things to be used and toyed with and discarded or destroyed if they start having the temerity to be imperfect or form opinions or thoughts of their own.

There're two characters in Discworld who parallel Aziraphale surprisingly strongly: Magrat Garlick (of the Lancre witches) and Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch. -*Magrat is viewed as a bit of a soft, soppy 'wet hen' by the other witches, but she is still a witch, with all that that implies. She also has at least one scene in every book in which she appears where she does something extremely badass and witchy; for example, turning an ancient wooden door back into a tree, or (very pertinently to GO) delivering a literally iron-clad punch to the face of a villain who's mentally torturing her with her own insecurities. Likewise, Aziraphale seems to mostly be viewed as a bit dull and wimpy by the other angels we see (though Magrat still has the genuine respect of her witchy peers) but he is still an angel -- a Principality -- with all the powers, steadfast guardianship and bloody-minded stubbornness of that rank. The Metatrash might not be vulnerable to iron in the same way as Discworld elves, but you can bet that his attempt to break Aziraphale and bring him into line is going to backfire just as spectacularly! *For the parallel between Aziraphale and Captain (well, Corporal, at this point in the Discworld timeline) Carrot, the novel I have in mind is Men At Arms. At one point, Vimes is being held at crossbow-point by a villain, and has a bout of internal monologuing about how, if someone has you at their mercy, you'd better hope they're evil, because that way they'll take time to gloat and mock you so you'll have an opportunity to think of a way out; a good man will kill you with barely a word. Carrot does exactly that at the climax of the plot, putting his sword through the villain and the stone pillar behind said villain without saying a thing. Now, Aziraphale might not quite have Carrot's 'incorruptible pure pureness' tendencies, but he is -- for all his flaws -- a good person. If he knows that something needs to be done to prevent an evil outcome, he will DO it without hesitation. He knows how to use a sword, too, and if That Frickin' Elevator Smile Of Tranquil Fury is any indication, the Metatrash is in far deeper doodoo than he realises! Related to the above, The Smile also reminds me of the old adage, "beware the fury of a patient man." (Well, man-shaped being in this case...) Very appropriate for our careful, thoughtful angel -- it would not surprise me (much) if Metatron were to depart the plot of S3 with a flaming sword pinning him to one of Heaven's columns (probably won't happen, but I can dream, eh?)

Hope you enjoyed reading all that :D

[99liners]

I missed you a lot here 💜 good to see you back!

I've been struggling with insomnia for a while now and I keep searching for soft ASMR or drabbles to fall asleep.

I have a soft taetaeme req (☠️) yeah I'll choose the most unusual genre of man to make you write fluffy drabble for me.

Kaiho!Jungkook (oops 🥹)

I want this inhuman to be like a human even if it's for a short span of time.

maybe could you write a fluffy drabble of him being all soft for her, back hugging her in the shower while she brushes her teeth half asleep with closed eyes but she woke up just to cook for him (even tho it's a sunday)

and he kisses her and maybe rewards her with sum intense oral uwu. You obviously do add and enhance according to your ideas.

Much love

Evie 🧚🏻‍♀️

opus kaiho, drabble number 3 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: detective!jeon jeongguk x trophy!wife reader genre: fluff, smut, marriage!au, age-gap!au (7 years). words: 3.375. (cmon guys, it's been long established that i am incapable of understanding the meaning of the word 'drabble'.) warnings: i suck at fluff so brace yourselves for the second-hand embarrassment lmao, showering together, smexy times, eating out, fingering, pussy licking, orgasm (f), kaiho!jjk accidentally walks through a portal and becomes soft for a night ahaha, js. original one-shot: kaiho part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series a/n: i am sorry love that you are having sleeping issues. i have had insomnia since middle school now and at this point i have just given up on having a sleeping routine. i really hope you can return back to your rhythm very soon! i had to physically restrain myself from writing angst ahahah xD also, if it feels like jk is not that great at pleasuring his wife, it's intentional because although i wanted to make it super fluffy for you but kaiho!jk gotta stay true to his character to some degree uwu. hope you enjoy! <3

jeongguk unlocked the front door with the personal key attached to his car keys and his desk-locker key from work. his head coming in contact with the material of the door briefly while his hands manoeuvred the lock to finally open the door as he let out a soft sigh.

he hates summers, it is brutal. while the world is enjoying summer breaks, he is working double shifts due to the sheer number of officers submitting requests for vacations.

bam greeted his owner at the doorway, sniffing jeongguk's pant legs while his tail wagged. he can always smell the faint traces of the police labrador retriever dog from his owner's work clothes.

"there's my good boy," a smile appeared on jeongguk's otherwise tired face as he scratched bam's head affectionately.

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the detective made his way inside the house, with bam on his tail, taking off his jacket and discarding it on the kitchen countertop. he was expecting to see you in the kitchen, given you usually are arranging dinner at this time. finding the space empty, he meant to walk away to the bedroom but noticed two boxes of chocolate wrapped in a ribbon. they looked like they were about to melt so jeongguk stored them in the refrigerator before finally making his way to the bedroom.

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taking off his department badge, he kept it away on the nightstand but owing to his carelessness, the badge fell to the floor in the narrow space between the bed and the nightstand. he would have picked it up but his mind was preoccupied with the sound of the shower running. barely unbuttoning his shirt, jeongguk pushed open the bathroom door with a soft nudge of his feet.

there you were, taking a cold shower to fight the summer. you were facing the shower, just letting it wash away the heat while some pop song blasted through your mobile that you had propped somehow to prevent it from touching the water.

jeongguk walked in through the crack in the shower curtains with his work trousers still on, "hey baby," his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, closing in a wrap with one hand on top of the other right above your belly button.

you wringed the water from your hair, which trailed down jeongguk's chest, before turning to him, "hi," a lump in your throat from the inactivity. it has been way too hot these days and you refuse to go out anywhere, only ever stepping out if it is an utmost necessity.

(the game of 'do i absolutely need this?' 'is it absolutely necessary for survival?' playing way too often on your mind)

earlier in the afternoon you noticed that bam's dog food had finished so you made a trip to the local supermarket with bam. you love shopping with him, because although he is a ray of sunshine but a doberman still scares the shit out of people so the annoying salesmen stationed at almost every other aisle these days with their free samples never approach you; an all-in-all peaceful shopping trip.

while you were checking out the items, at the cashier counter there were boxes of chocolates stacked with the tag 'buy 1 get 1!'. you cannot recall seeing your husband eating sugary food as much, he mostly eats meals at home and you do not really keep track of what he eats while he is at work. you would not necessarily call him a dessert person. so the debate went on for a while before you finally got one box and checked it out too. you are not sure why you bought them but you just wanted to get your husband some chocolates? what is so wrong with it? why can't you just get your husband some chocolates? :/

"you are taking an early shower today," your husband mentioned from behind you, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, letting the shower water run over him.

"gguk, it's 1am," you mumbled, your hands coming down to rest atop his. unspoken, your bodies started swaying slightly to the tune of the song blasting through your phone as a slow song came on the shuffle.

for a brief moment he stopped moving but then continued the motion, "right. i am sorry, it's been so tiring these days. i've lost track of time. did you have dinner?"

"no." you replied with bated breath, a part of you was waiting for him to initiate something. i mean given his past nature, isn't it a given that this is going to lead to sex?

but your husband lives to surprise you. his hands never unclasped from your waist, but instead stayed firmly in place.

"you don't need to wait for me if i'm late," his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash.

"it's not fun eating alone," you finally released the tension, letting your figure slump back on his.

"mhm," humming, jeongguk closed his eyes.

"hey hey hey," your sprinkled some water on his face watching him scrunch his nose up which made you chuckle, "i know you are going to fall asleep. let's go eat."

"noooo," there was a whiny tone in his voice, as he only tightened his grip when you tried to break free.

"you need to eat, don't you have duty in the morning?"

"i am going to set fire to that precinct, every time i finish some paperwork, another pile of files just get dumped on my desk."

"wow, any other pyromaniac tendencies that i should know of?"

"please let's just stay like this, just for a while," jeongguk turned you around to face him this time, to stare into your eyes as intently as he had on your wedding day while reciting his vows.

"you'll catch a cold, sick gguk is a whiny little complaining brat," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck, your bare chest coming in contact with his.

"i don't care," he kept swaying with you, his hold around you comforting as his arms enveloped you whole like a warm shawl.

"we shouldn't waste water," you suggested once more.

"i don't care," he reiterated again. there was not a single ounce of annoyance in his voice, he seemed at peace with his face nuzzling into your neck again.

a few moments passed before you reached your hand behind your back to turn the knob off, "i got you chocolates."

"huh? why?" again, he was not annoyed, just genuinely surprised.

"what do you mean why? i can't get my husband some chocolates?!" you pulled away from the embrace, your hands propped on his chest, the vein in your forehead pulsing; ready to throw hands.

"whoa whoa whoa, baby, calm down."

"no tell me why! why can't i just get you chocolates? what's so wrong in that?" you glared daggers at him.

"you..." jeongguk let a soft chuckle, "you are so tiny and cute."

"i got you chocolates and you are going to eat them."

"won't say i'm much fond of them but i guess it won't hurt to try."

"yes, you're going to eat them and smile and say 'thank you my dear wife, you're the best. what would i possibly do without you'"

"is that so?"

"yes and then-"

he cut you off this time, "and then i will return the favour and maybe eat you out for the dessert after dessert."

you hit his chest laughing before finally breaking free of the embrace this time, "wash up, i will get dinner ready."

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"where are the chocolates?" you asked as you walked into the bedroom after warming up the dinner.

jeongguk was sprawled across the bed, his eyelids drooping down with sleep, the water from his semi-wet hair being soaked by the pillow cover, "i put them in the fridge," he yawned mid-sentence.

"well, the food's ready. let's go."

"you take out the chocolates and i will be there."

humming, you walked out to the kitchen and opened the fridge door but did not find the box anywhere. rummaging around the vegetables tray and behind the other tupperware boxes, you opened the freezer door just to be sure and lo and behold, he had put it in the freezer over the ice tray and now the packet was frozen and sticking to the ice tray.

"jeon jeongguk!" you speed-walked to the bedroom only to find him fast asleep, soft snores filling the silence in the room.

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next morning:

pressing on the volume up button, you quieted down the alarm blaring like a war horn on a beautiful sunday morning at 05:00. your husband gets early day offs on sundays but he has to clock into work early too.

putting on a headband to keep your hair away from the face, you walked to the washroom by muscle memory as your eyes were half-lidded from sleep. you reckoned if you had fallen asleep again, you might not be able to wake up on time so you pushed yourself off the bed. you squeezed the toothpaste tube on the bristles of your toothbrush, unsure if it indeed was the toothpaste or your facewash, you started brushing. your rhythm faltered every now and then as you kept falling asleep doing the mundane routine.

most mornings you wake up about half an hour before jeongguk has to leave for work. he is not a picky eater and eats whatever you put on a plate in front of him. actually, most mornings he is done making sandwiches by the time you wake up to make him something. you both then enjoy the sandwich he made as you see him off to work.

since he went to sleep last night on an empty stomach (and so did you, missy), you wanted to make him a heavy breakfast, something more than just two pieces of bread.

halfway through, you heard your alarm again and your eyes shot open. you must have snoozed your alarm instead of dismissing it and five minutes later it blared again. your brain must have lagged from the sleep because by the time you finally decided that 'oh hey i should turn off the alarm before jeongguk wakes up,' jeongguk already had woken up and appeared behind you.

"morning," he mumbled before walking inside to use the toilet.

you finally finished washing up and pat dry your face with the towel by the time your husband walked out, his eyes all scrunched up, his hand scratching an itch on his belly.

"why are you up so early?"

"to make breakfast for you," you said walking into the bedroom.

"i don't leave for like more than two hours, let's go back to sleep."

"i know," you hummed, fixing your hair.

before he could protest further and albeit successfully convince you to come back to bed, you walked to the kitchen and got the breakfast started.

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you served two bowls of naengmyeon and galbitang before returning to the cooking station to finish the last dish which you mean to pack for his lunch at work.

by the time you turned the stove off after giving it a last stir, the bibimbap was perfectly cooked. still standing there meaning to clean up, you felt jeongguk sneaking up behind you, hugging you close. this movement and position are slowly feeling so familiar to you; you can get used to this.

"who is going to eat all this?" he asked softly, placing soft kisses along the side of your neckline.

"you are," you asserted, wiping away the spills from the stovetop.

"but then what about my dessert?"

"the chocolates?"

"no, you."

your head had a whiplash with the way you turned to him.

"what? you thought i was rambling last night? i remember everything i say, baby."

"you have to go to work," shrugging, you casually mentioned the time restraint.

"it's worth to be late 'cause of that."

"get ready," elbowing him in the belly, you tried to pus him away but jeongguk was unrelenting today.

his lips were already on your soft spot, his tongue darting out to allow soft kittenish licks — you held your place but what definitely pushed you over the edge was his hand, wrapped around your lower stomach, slowly creeping down, his palm taking shape to sculpt your mound. the moment his hand came in touch with the sensitive bundle of nerves down there, your spine bent over — almost in routinely motion to such ministrations — giving way for your ass to attach snuggly and poke into his crotch area.

"your body is so soft and sensitive to my touch," your husband mentioned from behind you. he took a step back and helped guide you to the kitchen countertop on the other side of the cooking station, urging you — with soft touches and gestures of his hands to get on top of the counter. you did as he bid, getting on your knees on the counter, your ankles slightly falling off the edge but were firmly supported by jeongguk's hands which crept up the satin slip dress. it already barely covered your asscheeks, all he had to do was push it up by a few inches and he had a clear view of your panties.

"so delicious," he hummed, more to himself, as he lowered himself to come face to face with your heat. his hands which crept up to your hips moved towards the hem of your panties — hooking his fingers on either side, he slid the material down to your bent knees. a single string of arousal connected to the crotch of your panties stretched, extended to its limit and broke into thin air following that movement. jeongguk licked his lips, the corners of his mouth watering at the sight in front of him — he is hungry, both literally and figuratively.

he let his fingers massage your clitoral hood, the thin flap of skin moving in a rhythmic motion, sending incomplete jolts throughout your body. feeling the bit of arousal now on the pad of his fingers, jeongguk used his index fingers to hold the flaps open to expose the tiny nub of flesh full of nerve endings to the open air. it felt both cold and hot at the same time, making your toes twitch.

it felt like eternity but in reality it had been only mere seconds before jeongguk's tongue protruded out and flicked against your little nub, slowly at first before picking up a steady tempo — stimulating that tight bundle of nerves as they let out tension, becoming putty at your husband's expense. all this time, you held your lips tautly together, only letting escape soft hums of affirmation; 'nnngh' 'mmhm'. one of your palms was connected flat out to the marble top while the other was curled at the edge, holding on to the cold surface to maintain your balance.

jeongguk touched your vulva with the base of his tongue and slowly moved his head upwards from the bottom of your vagina to the top till the tip of his tongue passed over your clitoris. he repeated the motion a few times, breaking contact every time he reached the top and then starting over from the bottom till he started feeling the arousal now leak out on his tongue. to cover as much of your vagina, he kept his tongue relaxed, wide and flat, letting his head and neck muscles do the work while his tongue stayed unmoving. (the secret to that killer jawline.) he was able to maintain the pace for a few moments before speeding up his ministrations.

a soft 'ah' left your lips, finally verbalizing your moaning but much like female masturbation, speed only takes you over to the edge but does not bring about that much needed final release. looking forward, you glanced at the clock in the dining hall which read 06:59 and your husband has to leave by 07:30 for duty. letting your upper body lower down to the cold marble — your nipples becoming hard and sticking out in a painful stance — you let your dominant hand reach down to that little bundle of nerves and started massaging it, accompanying jeongguk's movements.

"yes, just like that," you almost regretted moaning that out because your husband quickened up his pace. you made a mental note to tell him later that just like that does not mean speed up, it always means keep that steady motion.

bursting away those thought bubbles, you let yourself drown in the overstimulation, feeling yourself reaching that edge.

"let it go baby, let me taste it all," he lapped his tongue at the arousal, making sinful noises echo throughout the walls. this time when he started over, you did not feel his tongue on your vagina next but his lips as he sucked up your clit — sucking and releasing.

"fuck," your toes curled up, eyes closed shut as your fingers picked up speed as well.

"mine mine mine, yes," he let a slap on your right asscheek.

just a bit more of his growing unsteady ministrations along with your fingers working that coiled nub and you came undone on his tongue, finally letting your upper body completely flat on the countertop, your lungs taking in the air.

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jeongguk took a quick shower and got dressed, trying to hurry up as he was going to be late.

"well what about the breakfast? i made all that for you!"

"pack it all, i will eat in the precinct."

"no you wont, i know your team will eat the most of it."

"i promise i will eat it."

"well you better, i am your wife and i made that food for you." you pointed your index finger and tapped at his chest.

"well of course you are my wife and yes that food is for me. now hurry up, baby," he gently spanked your left asscheek this time, making it even from earlier, after finishing buttoning up his shirt. you rolled your eyes walking out to the kitchen to pack the food.

jam-packing all of the food into bento boxes, you finished with keeping the box of chocolates on top of the insulated carry-on lunch bag.

jeongguk, now completely clad in his uniform, came out and took the bag from you in a hurry. well, it was 07:47 already so he was late, "bye," pecking your lips, he walked out.

after the door closed behind him, you took out last night's dinner and put it in the oven to warm it up since you still haven't eaten anything and just packed away all of the breakfast.

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it hadn't even been ten minutes when you heard your phone ringing.

"hey, what's up?"

"i left my badge at home."

"where is it?"

"i think i put it on the nightstand."

you were already in the bedroom looking for the badge by the time he mentioned it, "nope, it's not here."

"then i don't know woman, i need it."

"men," you rolled your eyes before cutting the call.

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after finishing your breakfast and retrieving the badge with the help of bam, you walked into your husband's precinct with the badge in your hand when you noticed the team gathered around jeongguk's table.

making your way over, the smell of food wafted your nostrils and you watched as the team relished the breakfast while your husband had maybe bit of it.

minjun turned after swallowing the last spoonful of the bibimbap, "oh mrs jeon, thank you so much for the breakfast. it's great!"

you gave him a close-lipped smile, blinking a few too many times before turning to your husband who took a visible gulp.

after the crowd in front of your dispersed you slammed the badge down on his table and meant to walk away, but jeongguk got a hold of your wrist.

"look i saved the chocolates for myself."

"ahha? you mean the one that i see in yoona's hand?"

jeongguk stared down at his desk in panic, his eyes searching for the box of chocolates that he had kept aside to eat later, "those sneaky bastards."

"i am never cooking for you again, jeon jeongguk."

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[celestialjellii]

Insomnia is kicking my ass, so I wanna just word vomit about Marcille, and just Dungeon Meshi as a whole.

Spoilers for the Dungeon Meshi manga, and trigger warning for mentions of Suicide.

I find myself relating to Marcille in a lot of different ways. One of these way is her relationship with her dad. Ask any of my friends and they'll confirm that my dad was one of the most important people in my life. I lost him in 2020 to cancer; I got genuinely so emotional when I saw Marcille reminiscing about her dad to the others. And how she wishes she got more time with him

These kind of stories always seem to rewonate with me because I feel like my dad was taken from me too soon as well. Marcille's facial expression in the bottom panels is an expression I'm all too familiar with making. When talking about my dad (especially with people who never got the chance to meet him) its always really bittersweet. Its great because I'm able to talk about the greatest man I've ever known, but painful too because I know I'll never be able to talk to him again, be able to cry in his shoulders, be able to turn to him for help. And it hurts.

Theres also how Marcille views death inregards to herself, and her loved ones.

This part made me genuinely cry because, in a way, I know how it feels. While its not necessarily in regards to death (I have had some harsh deaths in my life, like my dad's passing, and two friends of mine taking their own lifes) I do know how painful it can be to say goodbye to people, which is how Kui expresses Marcille's fear of death in Dunmeshi. With Marcille's long life she's going to likely outlive everyone she loves and thus have to say goodbye to them. I also have had to say goodbye to people I didn't want to: be it because of death, ending a toxic friendship,or other reasons. I also just love this part because you can see how badly everything that transpired in that chapter affected her, after bringing everyone back her first instinct was to chew them all out for being so reckless, but when ahe finally verbalizes what had happened her emotions catch her, and all she can do is fall back against the wall and begin crying.

I also just love how immediate Laios and Senshi is to comfort, and apologize to her, as well as promising that they won't put her through that again.

I remember I was texting my friend Terra and we were joking about Marcille being my favourite because she's a "silly gay elf" but my love for Marcille can be summed up with "I came for the silly gay elf mage, but I stayed for the beautifully written character who struggles with issues that I frequently find myself struggling with.

Additionally I just love how Laios and the others talk Marcille downfrom the edge after she's become the master of the dungeon, it reminds me of all the times my friends have talked me down from my own edge (I love you guys 💖)

Marcille's sexuality is another thing I resonate with. I know that Kui never explicitly states anything, but as a queer person I had a hard time reading Marcille and Falin's relationship as anyother other than romantic, like, we've all seen horny Marcille's "whoa hey!" reaction to Chimera Falin tearing her own shirt off (honestly such a valid reaction from her), but the part that really got me was how tender and loving Marcille is with Falin after she's been resurrected.

My sexuality is something I've been struggling with a lot recently. A little over a year ago my boyfriend of nearly 8 years left me, and up until recently I was identifying as bisexual. However within the past few months I've found myself caring less and less for sex, and a strong desire for the roamntic aspects of a relationship, specifically with women. So seeing Marcille look at Falin with such adoration really resonated with me; I just really love their relationship.

This series is just so amazing, and it resonated with me in so many different ways from everything I've mentioned in this post about Marcille, to things like how Laios is such an amazing allegory for living with autism, to how Senshi has helped myself get a better, healthier relationship with food. Itw just an amazing series and easily in my top 5 anime/mangas.

That is all, I'm gonna try to get some sleep now, here have a dancing Marcille as thanks for reading.

[sgiandubh]

Our Lady of the Earrings

Almost 3 AM and as always before any flight/train (but mercifully not when driving myself) trip I am struck by a severe case of Reisefieber, which translates to almost complete insomnia, in this noble house.

Thanks to one of @bat-cat-reader's Anons, I immediately went to watch C & Alfred Enoch's seven minute segment on The Booker Prize 2023 Livestream you can watch, too, on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/live/OgIGnfxISk0?si=nfUz7KoCFgEzQmQB

Some quick observations:

Not one, but two new ear piercings I took the gracious pain of documenting (sorry for the thumbnail size, it's the best I could do with the primitive technical means readily available) :

What would that be? Punk C? How could that even be? A speculative coin dropped: last time, it was cutting her hair, but now I see a body modification impulse. I am still pondering this one and I have to say I am torn between a simple fashionista reflex and something deeper than that (new beginnings? healing? letting go?). Either way, I am not in a hurry, because I know dots will eventually connect.

Thoughts?

Also, the rings. I have never been paying much attention to that particular merry-go-round, but anyways, for the fandom pundits, there goes:

Because I am not an Our Lady of the Rings kremlinologist, I shall leave it here as is. By all means, do comment, if you feel inspired.

Onwards to content. You know, by now, that I am a book freak (after all, my fandom journey started with a bookshelf!), so I listened very carefully. Her answer to the comment prompt on Paul Lynch's Prophet Song was, I am sorry to say, so restrained it sounded almost cookie-cut. She mentioned the tension of the quoted and performed (almost to perfection, I have to say) passage of the book, but little else and it left me still hungry for more. I mean, when you love a book, you have this urge to talk about it at length. She was almost subdued, even if I am absolutely sure she read it and liked it.

By contrast, Alfred Enoch (🎵it's a small world, after all 🎶) was totally chill. I shamelessly skipped, yet couldn't help but notice the contrast.

Second question was very interesting: 'what books made you fall in love with reading?' I always find this very telling about people, because anything related to books is very personal. We are not only the sum of our choices, but also the sum of all the books we read. Something C apparently knows very well, too, because she elegantly sashayed and said absolutely nothing about her first love book. She simply mentioned her mother taking her to the library, from a very early age and how all these books were windows which opened on The World and finally how seminal this experience is for someone growing up in a small village. But no particular book made it to her lips and again, I found it very curious. I am nobody and I can still quote not one, but two books that changed my whole world (and then I never looked back): Alice in Wonderland and The Wind in the Willows. It's not that she couldn't, it's that she wouldn't. So, for Christ's sake, Mrs. B, stop punishing your fandom like that! There's nothing wrong about sharing your joy of books, it really isn't!

Third and last question: 'are you a Kindle reader? do you like a physical book? audio books? what's your favorite medium for reading?' I could have bet handsome money she was not a Kindle reader, for obvious reasons (cannot remember/retain information), but I found endearing the almost sneaky confession she needed her couch and snacks for a good reading session (same, same and since forever: I grinned). She buys a lot of books, 'and then they sit and look at me and it takes a certain time to get in'. Same as Enoch, who wondered what the Japanese word for 'buying books for the simple pleasure of seeing them pile up' was (it is, correct me if I am wrong, tsundoku).

One of the other people talking about reading and books was Dua 'Behave' Lipa. I am legit howling like the cretin I am, but the project she supports is about bringing Booker Prize books to women in prison. And this, my friends, is absolutely extraordinary.

Also, no red carpet pictures on Getty. The only one who made it was Alfred Enoch:

And somebody else seems very interested by Getty, lately (as of yesterday, to be more exact):

But surely, that is only a coincidence.

PS: it has been asked in the comments thread chez Bat. C's pinky ring is Cartier's Trinity. My favorite of them all, spare my big butterfly 1925 chevalière (which is a Chaumet, by the way).

[Edit]: I am told she had the three ear piercings for years. My bad. I can't know just about everything. Thank you @crispyflapdeputyflower for the info. The rest is fresh, though!

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Tehehe hi again!!

Taking a promt from the 300 follower event

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One bed trope with sahed ・:*(〃∇〃人)*:・

Go crazy?! Lil kissie kiss? Hell, makeout? Go Crazy with it >:3

Also for the reader since you asked for what gender reader, either fem or nb just whatevers easier for you!! :D

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NOOOOO DON'T COMMIT SUICIDE MY STRAWBERRY

WHY WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET KILLED WITH THAT FORK

Also I think you just want me to write smut at this point, you pervert, but I can't really blame you...my heads all foggy with thoughts of him doing some stuff to me 😫

Ok I'll do it

Sahed x female reader with the one bed trope

Warnings: smut, fem!dom!reader cuz Sahed is just a silly babygirl and needs sum love, just want him to be a pillow prince, so like---sub!Sahed x dom!fem!reader , 1 % plot, 99 % smut, Sahed tries to be dominant, but folds quickly, also lots of exhibitionism

(I can write him dominating you in another request ; } if I get one, that is )

word count: 2.6 k

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"You...only you..."

It was very funny. When you made the reservation, they said that there were plenty of bedrooms with more than one bed. You looked at Sahed, who smirked at you seductively as you stood in front of the bed, and Sahed leaned against the doorframe.

"You did this, didn't you?", you asked with a frown and in a scolding tone. Sahed nodded his head excitedly, his eyes lighting up and he put his hands in his pockets. You had the urge to bitch-slap him.

"So...there's only one bed, huh?", he said softly, his deep voice sending vibrations your way. You were slowly blushing when your mind played with the thought of all the possibilities which would occur in the next few minutes.

"S-so what...?"

"I don't know, make the best of it?", he answered with a shrug of his shoulders and jumped on the bed.

"Please take your muddy shoes off before you step into the bed...", you grumbled in dissappointment that he didn't pounce on you before you went into the bathroom to open your hairstyle.

Sahed looked at the bathroom door. He then took off his shirt. 'This is going to be so much fun...!'

After you finally managed to open the bun, your head had a spot which absolutely hurt when you make a weird pony (idk but it sometimes happens to me lol) and you massaged the back of your head with a groan.

When you looked up at the silence, you saw Sahed 'sleeping'. You were flushed. It didn't help that sahed had these nice tattoos to begin with, let alone that all his outfits suited him.

Gosh, he looked like a greek sculpture, where the top of his body was free from any suffocating cotton, letting his skin breathe, one arm slung over his eyes to cover them from the light which was still on, and his trousers suited him well. At least he also took off his boots.

You sighed as you went towards him. You knew the game. He acted like he'd be fast asleep in just ten minutes, when you knew he had insomnia (headcannon of mine) and so, you indulged yourself in a little bit of fun...

"Sahed...hey, Sahed...", you whispered before your hand landed on his knee. You felt a little hitch in his breath, your spider-like powers allowing your senses to be heightened.

You smirked.

"C'mon Sahed...wake up...", you murmured and your hand stroked his thigh, massaging it and groping at the nice flesh. Sahed's chest quickened as it rised.

"C'mon, handsome, I know you're awake...at least lemme see your pretty face, hm?", you asked softly before your hands went up, up, up, touched his groin for a moment -and Sahed gasped sharply through a closed mouth- before it kept going up to his abdomen, his chest, his neck, and then his jaw.

"You think you can keep up the act? We'll see about that.", you spoke firmly, but before you knew it, Sahed sat on top of you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to me, woman?", he growled as he licked up your neck. You could feel his member poking your thigh.

"I just wanted to please you...have my way with you...indulge myself in a little bit of fun?", you gasped. You'd never grow used to the way Sahed made you feel.

He grunted. "Please me, huh? hm...I'd be pleased if I could make you scream tonight...", he breathed into your ear, and you whimpered. Gosh, you were always embarrassed for having a voice kink, but Sahed loved that.

"B-but the walls are very thin...!", you warned, not wanting to get a noise complaint or having everyone stare at you with knowing looks the next day.

"hm...then you'll just have to try to keep your sweet, sexy voice to yourself, gorgeous.", he chuckled before kissing you feverishly. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, and you pressed up your thigh to meet the gentle thrusts of his hips. He moaned into your mouth sweetly before stopping and buried his head on your shoulder.

"Why'd you stop, handsome?", you asked, kissing the top of his head.

"..."

"You know that I love evey sound you make, right?", you said reassuringly, and heard a tiny "mmhmm...", from your lover.

Sahed loved using his voice to his advantage, but he didn't really prefer making such...vulnerable sounds, and it always bamboozled him that you encouraged that side of him to be shown more often in the bedroom.

You huffed. "C'mon Sahed, I wanna have my fun with you..", you exclaimed with a grunt as you pushed him off of you.

He sat up. "Sit yourself on the headboard.", and he complied.

His back was faced to the headboard, and the pillows behind him secured him from the hard wood. He took your hands as you sat yourself on his lap.

You started kissing him lightly, his hands holding your waist in a soft grip, and with each kiss, the tension grew again, and your kisses also grew needier.

He kissed you back with twice the vigor you showed him, and he moaned into your kisses. Then, he licked your lips, asking for permission. Once you opened your mouth, it was over.

Sahed got the upper hand. He french-kissed you like there was no tomorrow, one of his hands going up to hold the back of your head in order to not push you away with his passionate pecks, and you moaned deeply at the way he held you and handled you.

His other hand gripped your hip tighter, and you circled it around his groin. He groaned.

"N-not so fast, doll...!", he sighed, and you giggled. "Just wanna please you, that's all...", you murmured as you did it slower, relishing in the feeling of having his hard-on dragged across your pussy and you mewled quietly at the nice feeling.

Outside, you two heard the loud voices of Rainah, Kamille and Julia. They seemed to have a pillow fight while you were about to get your world rocked by Sahed. Lucky you.

A slight whimper escaped Sahed at a particular motion you made, and you smirked at his alarmed, flustered face. "Got'cha."

And, well, you just kept making that movement, closing your eyes as you focused on the feeling of his boner rubbing against your clit and his whines, moans and whimpers against your ear.

"Mhm, just like that, baby...moan for me, handsome,", you panted, and your core throbbed in more want as it grew hotter.

Sahed gulped as he tossed his head back in pleasure. You also took this chance as revenge for what he did to you a few weeks ago.

You licked a thick stripe up his neck, reveling at the shudder he made as you gently bit at his neck. He gasped loudly. His body grew hotter and hotter with each peck, suck and lick you gave his neck.

Sahed moaned once you popped off of his neck, having created a sweet hickey and his breathing got ragged. You sighed contently.

"...are you close, my love?", you asked as you kept up with your ministrations, enjoying Sahed's blissed out face. He nodded dreamily with a dumb "u -uh-huh..!", drool coming down his chin as he felt his orgasm approaching.

You just licked away the drool before your tongue invaded his mouth again, his mushed brain too far gone to think of anything else than him cumming any moment and you, who was just so perfect and nice and sweet and pretty and hot and sexy and everything he's looking in a woman.

It honestly felt like you two were teenagers again, and not some decade or century old people. The sounds Sahed made shouldn't be heard by anyone else, yet here you were, in a dark room which only got lit up by the moon outside with the window wide open, Kamille, Julia and Rainah just next door. It felt like you two shouldn't be doing this. It felt like it was forbidden, like you could get caught any moment, like-

Sahed arched his back, his eyes scrunching shut in pleasure as he whimpered your name as he came. He shuddered, and you hugged him close as you kissed everything of his body you could reach.

"What a good boy you are...cumming so prettily..", you murmured as you kissed the side of his face. Sahed panted, then he leaned back with a blissed out face before he furrowed his brows.

"...It feels weird."

"Cumming in your pants?"

"Yes. Sorry love," Sahed said before lifting you up quickly and putting you down a bit away from him as he stood up and took out his pants.

"Nice ass, baby.", you flirted, and Sahed chuckled with a blush. "Yours looks better."

"That's debatable."

Sahed sighed again as he looked at his pants, which were now in his hands. "...Should I just let them soak in some water?"

You stood up and took his pants. "Relax, baby. I want you to lay in bed, okay?", you spoke before you gave him a lil kiss and went to the bathroom to attend to his trousers.

When you came back, Sahed laid there, sideways, facing you, one hand holding up his hand as the other one rested on his hip. With another erection.

However, what caught your eye the most was the dark red rose he had between his teeth as he wiggled his eyebrows. you giggled at his dorkyness before taking the rose from his lips, kissing them, smelling the rose a bit before putting it into a nearby vase and taking off your clothes as well.

Sahed's eyes widened as his mouth turned upwards in excitement. After you were done, you sat yourself next to him again and kissed him passionately, and he moaned into your lips.

You pushed him again, but instead of his back stumbling against the headboard, his head met the pillows, as he laid there, looking up at you with biting his lip.

You hummed. "mmh, I could just eat you, Sahed...why do you have to look so tasty, huh?", you asked, your hands raking up and down his thighs as you sat between his legs, and he propped himself up with his elbows.

He flushed when you asked him that, but he wanted for you to touch him, jerk him off, suck his cock, or ride him, anything...! He started to breath heavily again, his legs twitching when your thumbs pressed into his inner thighs gently, and he looked up at you with a desperate expression.

"P-please, ____...! please...", he moaned when you smiled at him. You loved that he'd even moan at the sight of you, but you wanted to tease him a little, I mean, it wouldn't harm anybody, right?

"Hm? Please what, my love? C'mon, use your pretty voice."

Sahed groaned in frustration. He knew you'd give everything he'd want, he didn't even have to ask, but it's just...he was very impatient, and talking became such a hassle at the moment, that all he could do was whine as he fell back and closed his eyes when you patted his abdomen, only curtly, briefly touching his angry red tip.

sahed gave up. "Please touch me, ____! Touch my cock, please!", he exclaimed, but you quickly put your hand over his mouth. Everything got silent.

Even the pillow fight stopped. Sahed's eyes widened with a heavy blush as he looked out of the window with an alarmed expression.

"Did you guys hear that?", Julia -you guessed- asked.

"Huh? I think I heard something too...", Kamille spoke. Sahed grunted when you touched him now of all times, your thumb swirling around his dick as you put away your hand from his mouth.

Sahed shook his head in fear when you started moving your hand up and down, your other hand, which was holding his mouth shut now massaging his testicles. He whimpered.

Rainah spoke this time. "Me too...hey, maybe we should go and check out the nearby circus Anthonn told us about! Maybe they have something we don't?", the female Ah'kon asked, earning cheers from Julia and Kamille.

Sahed sighed in relief before he gasped sharply when your mouth gently bit his tip. "n-o..no noo...no, please--d-don't!", Sahed whisper-yelled -he begged desperately- as he tried to take his dick away from your mouth, but you suddenly deep-throated him, and he was gone, falling to his back from his sitting position he had made when he heard the girls next room.

He moaned in delight when your tongue massaged the base of his shaft before raising your head and sucking his dick upwards, making his toes curl as he arched his back cutely again. "Ah...ah, ah..._-____...! ...s...so good...please...d-don't stop...!", he sighed and whimpered as you kept bobbing your head slowly.

You could honestly fall asleep right then and there. Sahed's cock was something you didn't mind having in your mouth. Quite the opposite. You loved having his dick down your throat as you could please him, and he also fit snugly, not bothering anybody. You were basically killing two birds with a stone.

You also felt the cool air on your slick which went down your thighs as you got wet from the noises your mouth made, mixed with Sahed's whimpers and moans, and you were slowly starting to shake. Your clit was throbbing in pain and attention of Sahed's member rubbing itself against it and then the walls within your small vagina, but it'd all have to wait until Sahed would tell Rainah off, who suddenly knocked on the door.

"Hey, Sahed, ____! Would you like to go to the circus with us?", she asked. Rainah didn't know what happened on the other side of the door, and as she was met with silence, she grew curious.

'hm...they can't have fallen asleep in just half an hour...they were very chatty before-?!', she thought as she put her ear on the door and finally heard it.

Faint moans, some sheets rustling -Sahed kicking his legs around in pleasure- and also your squelching noises. Rainah blushed deeply in embarrassment, scolding herself for listening in to you two having an intimate moment.

When the footsteps of Rainah finally retreated, you began to suck harder, and even latched onto his balls as you jerked him off violently. Sahed gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he kept gasping and moaning loudly at the suddenly multiplied amount of pleasure you gave him within the span of a moment.

"_-___! I-I might c-cum! Ah, w-w-wait...ngh...wait! Ah,....ahm...wait, ____, please!!", he cried, tears of pleasure clouding his vision as he held your head close to his pubes, but his words had a different meaning.

It was like his brain was fighting against his body. You found it cute. But, you just kept on pleasing him until he came again.

Sahed groaned this time, as he thrusted his hips upward into your hot and warm mouth, and you gagged a few times, before he spilled his semen down your throat.

You felt his dick softening against your tongue and you swallowed his cum before gently latching off of it. You panted as you looked down on him. He came twice now, and it seemed like he was slowly getting tired. He was breathing for air as you laid down next to him and hugged him close to you.

"how are you? Do you need something?", you whispered softly as you stroked his blonde bangs from his place, kissing his third eye lovingly on its eyelid.

Sahed only blushed as he buried his nose and mouth in your chest, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he tried to calm his breathing.

"You...only you..", he said softly and you giggled. "Alright."

...

after some time, you felt him getting hard again as you were about to doze off, and when you looked down at him with a deadpan did he only bury his face deeper into your boobs, while shamelessly humping your thigh.

'Jeez...how much stamina does Sahed have?', you thought before Sahed sat up and started kissing you.

"Mind if we have a third round? And I'll please you this time."

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Heyyy my dear readers, I hope you liked that, because I am normally jackshit at writing smut. But I hope this was okay!

If you have other requests, or requests with smut or explicit content, just ask away!

Read you guys in the next post!

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Sorry for anon, way too chicken too send ya this off anon haha.

Anyways, love how u write eddie and saw that you need some soft reqs? I need sum of that sugar, but can’t write for shit so I thought ’this must be faith’

Back to the point; how abt Eddie asking his s/o if they’ve eaten? Or if they’ve brushed their teeth? Because he knows his bby forgets to do shit like that and it always bites em’ in the ass. I feel like he’s the type to take of his s/o s makeup if they’ve fallen asleep.

Or or; ’reader’ falls asleep as eddie hums and plays with their hair. Just straight up falls asleep in his lap like a cat and makes content sighs.

Cheers!

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I've Got You (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary - When you come home after a stressful day at work, Eddie does his best to help comfort you and tend to your needs. That night, when you can't sleep, he does something special <3

Content Warnings - Fluff, swearing, reader is stressed, reader has insomnia, mentions of food, crying.

Word Count - 1.8k

A/N - Anon, thank you for this lovely request. This is one of the most wholesome fics I've ever written, and I loved every second of it 💗 Enjoy ~

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6:30am. Your eyes fluttered open with a sigh, as you anticipated the long day ahead of you. Your job was tough, and today was no exception as you geared up for a 10 hour shift.

After a quick shower, a brush of makeup, and a spritz of perfume, you were ready to head out and face the day. Your boyfriend, Eddie, was still sound asleep in your cosy double bed, mouth slightly agape as his arms now stretched over the empty half of the mattress. It took all of your willpower not to climb back in beside him, curling up to his slim form. Treading carefully, you kissed his forehead lightly before quietly heading for the door.

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Tired was an understatement. As you arrived home, you were absolutely shattered. Drained and exhausted, you flopped onto the sofa and breathed a long exhale, processing the stressful day you had just suffered.

"Ah! My sweetheart is home!" A familiar low voice from the kitchen snapped you from your thoughts, as you looked up to see Eddie coming towards you with a smile, his arms out stretched to greet you. Throwing yourself into his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing a sigh of relief that after a long day, you were home with your lover.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay babe?" Your boyfriend asked, his tone laced with concern as he squeezed you tighter.

You hesitated, before nodding you head slowly, not quite ready to admit your emotional state.

"Nope. Nuh uh." Eddie huffed as he pulled away from the hug, his strong hands on your shoulders as he set his gaze on yours. "You're not okay. Please, be honest with me sweetheart."

Your boyfriend knew you like the back of his hand. He could tell, you were stressed. From the moment you stepped foot into the house and quite literally collapsed into his arms, he knew. He always knew. And he wasn't prepared to walk away until you let him in.

"Uh, I'm okay Eddie, honestly I'm f-fine." You stated, your tone melancholy as you dropped your eyes to the floor.

"Y/N." His voice was sincere. "Look at me beautiful, look at me."

The brunette placed a slender finger under your chin, gently tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze once more. He smiled; a tight-lipped, soft, compassionate smile.

"I'm sorry Eddie. To be honest, i've had the worst day." You admitted. Finally, with the support of your boyfriend, you felt comfortable airing your hardships. He truly was your safe space. "It's just, everything went wrong and I was so busy, I feel tired and I just want to scream and -"

Your voice broke before you could finish. Tears welled in your eyes, as your lip quivered in a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. Eddie's face dropped as you buckled, his instinct to hold you tight and kiss the pain away.

"Oh sweetheart" Pulling you in, Eddie's long arms cradled you softly, smoothing your hair with his fingers as you laid your forehead against the fabric of his t-shirt. "It's okay. It's okay princess. It's over now, you're home and you're safe."

Relief washed over you, tears streaming down your face as you squeezed your eyes shut. As your boyfriend rubbed circles on your back, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He really knew how to comfort you.

Wiping your face with a sniffle, you tilted your head slightly upwards to lock eyes with your partner. You cracked a small smile of appreciation, hoping your face could speak what your voice couldn't.

"I know." Stroking your jaw with his thumb, he leaned in to kiss your tear stained cheek. "I know, love."

You stood in each others embrace for a passing moment, cherishing this solace, before Eddie broke the silence.

"Did you manage to catch a break today?"

"Um, no actually. I was so busy, I worked the full shift."

"Oh love. I'm sorry, no wonder you're so drained."

"It's okay, babe. There's nothing I can do about it..." You breathed; a defeated, quiet murmur.

"Oh!" You heard Eddie inhale sharply, almost a gasp, as if he was experiencing a 'light bulb' moment. "Come here sweetheart."

Gently taking your hand in his, Eddie guided you towards the cozy armchair facing the television. Patting the seat, he motioned for you to sit down.

"That's my girl. You've been on your feet all day. Take a rest now my angel."

Leaning over you, Eddie reached for the remote, kissing the top of your hair in the process, before switching the channel to your favourite programme. "How's that for you?"

"Mhm. Good. Thank you baby, you're so good to me." You assured, smiling into your partners deep brown gaze.

But Eddie didn't smile back. The brunette furrowed his brows, lips pressed together, watching you with concern.

"Relax for me sweetheart, please?" Your boyfriend asked, doe eyed.

"I- I am relaxed Eddie. I feel really relaxe-" Eddie cut you off before you could finish your sentence, placing a delicate finger against your lips. You could feel the metal of his rings against your mouth, as he quite literally shushed you.

"You're not relaxed, love. You're tense, you're still stressed. Can I help you, Y/N?" He asked, though you knew it was more of a statement than a question.

Walking around you, Eddie stood behind your chair and placed his firm hands on your upper back.

"You're not even sitting back into the cushions, lovey. Come on, lay back and let me work my magic eh?" He whispered close to your ear, earning a giggle from your previously tight, dry lips.

Taking a deep breath, you allowed your body to sink into the fabric of the chair, whilst Eddie began lightly massaging your back and shoulders. In an instant, you felt the negative memories of the day fade away. In that moment, all you could focus on was your man's perfect, cathartic, oh so familiar touch.

Noticing your newfound sense of reprieve, Eddie began kneading your taught skin with a little more pressure, invoking a sigh of pleasure as he hit those tough knots.

"Oh my God, Eddie... this feels amazing" You gushed, tilting your head back in relief.

Humming contently against your hair, he continued to work his guitarist fingers over your tight muscles. You couldn't see him, but you could feel his smirk as he watched you fall further and further into bliss. All because of him.

"Sweetheart" He cleared his throat. "Have you eaten?"

Shit. You cast your eyes over to the sofa, the contents of your work bag spilling onto the fabric, having being tossed in frustration when you arrived home. Peeking out of the front pocket; your lunch box.

"Ah. Um, no I haven't. I was too busy unfortunately..." Your voice trailed off into a quiet mumble of disappointment, as you once again recalled your day from hell. At the thought of food, the sudden onset of hunger pains were enough to remind you of your chaotic shift.

Sighing wistfully, your boyfriend placed a hand on yours, squeezing your thumb around his caring touch. It felt reassuring. It felt kind.

"It's okay love, I know you've had an awful day."

Suddenly, spinning round on his heals, Eddie padded towards your kitchen, a plan forming in his beautiful brain. "Stay there and relax princess, I'll be back in a quick minute!"

And he was. No more than a few minutes later, your boyfriend emerged from the kitchen with a sandwich, fries, and a glass of soda. "Bettin you didn't drink anything today either huh?" He remarked with a smirk. "Bon appetite angel. Made with love, for my love." He bantered, with a cheeky grin.

As you tucked into your wholesome meal, you noticed that on the side of the plate, Eddie had even made sure to include a dash of your favourite dipping sauce in the shape of a heart. Your own heart fluttered, and you pulled your lover for a sweet kiss, softly pressing your lips against his own.

"Oh I could never get tired of your mouth Y/N, you're killing me!" Eddie remarked dramatically, punching a fist to his chest.

Giggling at your hopeless romantic of a boyfriend, you patted the chair next to you, hoping he would join you as you cherished your overdue lunch.

"My love, you never need to ask..."

/

In the pitch black of your bedroom, you listened to the sounds of your boyfriends snores beside you, as you lay on your back, staring up into nothing. You rolled over and checked your phone.

2am.

This was ridiculous, you needed to sleep. But your mind was too loud. You couldn't shut it off. Everytime you closed your eyes, memories of your stressful day played on repeat. So you lay, bloodshot eyes wide open, waiting for daybreak.

Your movements must have stirred the your sleeping partner, as he rolled over to face you, switching on the bedside lamp.

Rubbing his eyes, dazed and fatigued, Eddie sat up to face you. "Sweetheart, why are you still up?"

"Just thinking Eds. Can't switch my brain off..."

The warm yellow glow from the lamp illuminated Eddie's features. In the soft light, his curly hair fell haphazardly in front of his face, and he frowned slightly as he listened to your words.

"Hey, it's okay princess. Come here." Beckoning you to his lap, your boyfriend stroked your hair softly as you rested your head on his crossed legs. Reaching down beside the bed with his free hand, he produced a brown acoustic guitar, one of Eddie's newest purchases.

"Baby, what are you d-"

"I've got you, Y/N. Shut your eyes for me sweetheart."

As your eyelids fluttered closed, you breathed a long exhale, relaxing against the comfort of your favourite person.

As Eddie strummed the first string on his guitar, you felt your troubles melt around you. It was just you and him, and the vibrations of each note made you feel safe; grounded.

As you fell deeper into a state of rest, Eddie's familiar hum sent warm tingles through your achy body. In an attempt to help you sleep, he began to sing.

Wise men say, only fools rush in.

But I can't help, falling in love, with you.

His voice was almost a whisper, serenading you in a hushed, calm melody.

Shall I stay, would it be a sin?

For I can't help, falling in love, w-

Pausing, Eddie smiled as he noticed your blush lips slightly agape, muffled snores and deep breaths coming from your delicate and tired features, now buried into his lap.

Putting his guitar down quietly, your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your hair.

Looking down at his peaceful girlfriend, your hands around his waist as you slept, Eddie couldn't help but smile. There was nowhere else he'd rather be.

"That's my girl" He whispered, placing his palm on your sleeping cheek. "I've got you."

[gunkbaby]

i used to be quite brazen in my vocalisations about my frustrations with Shuu’s treatment - both in fandom and in text - but i don’t think i really understood why i was frustrated with it. I think i was pretty terrible at articulating myself and it led to some horrendously cringeworthy ‘essays’ on my old blog that haunt me. Like I’d get pissed off about things that, in reality, aren’t at all serious (it’s the internet, what is) - like the French jokes have always rly set me off lmao - and I’d write those ‘essays’ or ‘analysis’ in some kind of insomnia driven fury, and I’d throw in buzzwords or (x)phobic accusations because I felt that frustrated. I fully believed in what I was saying, but i think the issue was more so me not understanding what exactly i was frustrated with, and not being able to articulate that.

In hindsight, i think my frustration lay both in the repeated, common mischaracterisation of Shuu as a character i had seen, and the fact that perhaps, I felt as if no one was taking his character seriously. Like he was a collection of quirks and things that people could laugh about, and it felt like his character - the complexities and nuances of it - was completely ignored.

It felt like Shuu was just a joke; nothing more - a series of mischaracterisations that could be summed up in a few words. It felt like the nuances of Shuu - what I saw in him, how his story had moved me and the interpretations that could be drawn from it - were being entirely ignored, and for the sake of what? The same Gay French joke I’d seen repeated for 5 years by then - the kind of jokes that had perpetuated his mischaracterisation, but the lack of ‘serious’ discussion (in my mind) prevented anyone from challenging said mischaracterisation, so it continued in this kind of cycle? It all sounds so dramatic, but I was a dramatic 17, so who gaf.

i like to think (hope) that I’ve grown since then - both as a writer and a person. I hope that my ability to articulate the frustrations I might have with his characterisation or treatment has improved, and that my analysis is better than it was. It won’t be perfect, but better is fine, just as long as it keeps getting better. I like to think my ability to take criticism has also improved, but I’m not sure. I don’t really interact with the fandom anymore, in part because of how much Shuu takes still generally frustrate me, but I think I handle I my frustration wayyyyy better now, if only because I understand it. I think that helps. I don’t know. Maybe I’m blind, and I haven’t improved at all.

[synchronizedaxolotl]

I have my headcanon/fanon of Pico cause fun n whatnot when it comes to writing or drawing.

Here are my headcanon/fanon writing of Pico

It will mention/include: The events of Pico's school, OCxCanon shipping, Mentions of Weekend 1 event,

Keep in mind!! Don't take all of this seriously- It is just headcanon at the end of the day. I can acknowledge confirmed facts about the ginger lad by the devs.

You can click to read more what are my Pico headcanons if your curious! Or don't considering it's kinda cringe...-

Plus Bonus doodle!

(There might be more I just couldn't remember some...)

He lives with his girlfriend, Hailey in an apartment.

An actual goofster but can be serious and a badass if the situation gets dangerous.

Can be an ass though only is if you treat him like one. It's fair if you ain't treating him nice then he'll just be an ass towards you.

Pico is bisexual.

Still has conflicting feelings about his ex, Boyfriend but not that he hated him.

(Read above) He is worried that this confliction is gonna affect his current relationship with Hailey.

He has scars from the fight he had with the Goth punks.

Used to not wear anything beneath the sweater but started wearing a sleeveless shirt cause "Hailey has some bad wardrobe malfunction timing..." which lead to some incidents of him lending his sweater to her. (He'd honestly be fine being shirtless but got to respect the common decency.)

After the events of Weekend 1, He isn't sure if his and Nene's friendship are strained cause of his failure to follow through killing Boyfriend (Or not getting paid in huge sums anymore).

Alternate 1: The shoes were from Hailey has a gift, he wears it but not a lot as he wants to keep it in good condition. (Especially that it has the newgrounds frown design)

Sometimes goes in a really late night trip cause of his insomnia, Does bring his girlfriend cause he enjoys company.

As much he works out, He doesn't drink protein shakes. He has drank like 3 times but stopped cause he can't stand the texture to taste as in his words "It's like drinking crushed up chalk with shitass flavoring."

He isn't bad nor good at cooking, He at least tries.

Isn't close to his biological father and has cut ties with him ever since he turned 18 and been on his own.

If you were to ask him about Cassandra's crush on him as mention by Cyclop's in Pico's school event, He'd respond that he never sees her in that light before and after the whole ordeal. (It confuses him when thinking about it on what does Cassandra sees in him during that time.)

Scratches to the point he kinda scars himself though it isn't a frequent habit.

Spends WAY too much on styling his hair.

Ain't much of a saint, dude can be vulgar.

Kiseths

[hunting-songs]

Bad Habits ; Senritsu Döne Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions | Obsessive phone checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Over sleeping | Under sleeping | Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Secret teller | Skipping class | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the carton | Yelling | Too much internet | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Buzzfeed | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Shoplifting | Scamming | Speeding | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Free loading | Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary Aggression | Talking during movies | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Over critical | Messy | Hateful | Overly Prideful |

Slouching: Not exactly a conscious decision, but Senritsu has a very gnarled back that gives her a horrible posture. In other words, her broken and mended back ogether spine gives her a mild kyphosis that has influence on her way of laying, walking and standing, and among other things is also one of the reasons why she suffers from insomnia.

Eavesdropping: Every conversation even if it is in a complete different building three streets away, is very hearable for Senritsu. She does her very best to ignore everything that is not in her direct radius out of politeness, but it does not change the fact that she will notice anything. Every persons personal secret and troube is on loudspeaker for Senritsu on a permanent basis. And in fact, it makes it really creepy for anyone who is near her to realize that there will not only be no secrets before her but that even the slightest change in breathing will be noticed by her and she will know about their struggles before they might even notice they have this inner struggle. In the 1999 Anime when Pakunoda remembers Squala memorys of Senritsu, all she sees is Senritsus eye looking up at him thoughtfully, which does sums up the uncomortableness and the feeling of "always beeing watched" of people around her.

Impatient | Hot headed: It is Senritsus nature to be impatient and hot headed. However, she is also a grown person and usually makes the decision to not act on her first impulse. The only time in which this nature is seeable is in a shock situation, because Senritsus first instinctive reaction is neither freeze nor flight, but the very typical "I TAKE YOU WITH ME, MF"-Emitter-throat-punch (gut punch in her case). However, for that to happen, one needs to suprise Senritsu in the first place and that is very hard considering her hearing. Another version of that "FIGHT!"-reaction is her promptly shoving the clostest person near her behind herself to act as their shield in a case of sudden danger. Which is in most cases, considering her height, rather laughable. But Senritsu is still a Emitter through and through and it is very visible in this fight, fight or freeze situations.

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[snowbluekd]

Let's talk about: sunburn by wave to earth :)

"when the sunburn hurts / the sky is already dark / waiting for tomorrow / the darkness doesn't cool down the air"

Why do I highlight this specific verse to start with? Because it’s part of the daily life we live, either consciously or unconsciously, written as a simple and classic example: a sunburn. Of course a sunburn is something common in our life, mostly in summer. I guess you’re wondering why do I pay attention to a simple sunburn? Well, thanks to that we can go further to reach a deeper meaning and that's what we're gonna read here.

Let’s start with something easy. Who hasn’t gotten sunburned after being outside on a sunny day with low sun protection? And how do we notice we’ve gotten sunburned? Yes, we realise at night, when we begin to relax physically and start feeling that horrific burning heat.

Why do I emphasise that? Take it to your day to day. When the night finally comes or when we <feel> the night has come, it’s the moment when we’re on our own in our rooms, nobody is seeing us or being with us, we’re alone with ourselves. This is the time when the brain starts “talking”, we begin to think (and sometimes overthink) about all the things we went through the day and we start noticing the traces left of those specific situations that most of the time they end up hurting us.

“Sunburn” leaves its original meaning to turn into a metaphor which will represent the moment when the unperceived things we experienced through the whole day starts to take effect on ourselves; when “the sky is already dark, waiting for tomorrow”, when we stop being stimulated by other people, we begin to realise the consequences, the actual weight of those things on us and our feelings.

But why “the darkness doesn’t cool down the air"? One word: overthink. We’re there, alone in our rooms at night, everybody is sleeping and no one is gonna interrupt that moment. This equals to getting unlimited time to be thinking and thinking all the things you went through, how it affected you, why you have those feelings on that subject, why you react like that, etc. Your brain works so much that you forget about the time until you see the sun rising through your window.

However, these kinda situations might turn into continuous vicious cycles we cannot control, we lost control of our thoughts and probably started to suffer from insomnia, we know we need help but we don’t know what to do, we feel suffocated, asphyxiated, dizzy:

"can't settle in / dust all around now / suffocating me / can't scape this ground, yeah / feels like the dust is part of me, yeah"

[If you hear the saxophone solo which starts at 2:06, you can hear that dizziness feeling, as if everything is spinning, going from one place to another, being everything except quiet and stable].

Our thoughts has taken us so far that we feel like we’re in a no way out maze, we're tired and decided to give up and let destiny decide our path. That's why the song ends with "yeah, I'm burning with the sun" and the music goes calmly to the end.

To sum up, sunburn isn’t as simple as it seems. It goes about all the things that hurt us all day but we don’t realise it until the night comes and our thoughts are starting to show itself. Also, the melody and lyrics complement each other in order to get a better representation. It is a very detailed and well done song that worth analysing.

That's it. Thank you for reading♡

[geopolicraticus]

The Good Kind of Sleepless Night

There are all kinds of sleepless nights, which follow from different circumstances. Roughly, we can divide sleepless nights into the fortunate and the unfortunate. Of course, the unfortunate sleepless nights are what first come to mind, as most of us have experienced nights lost to anxiety, pressing worries, a mental burden, a looming catastrophe that seems to hang over our heads like the Sword of Damocles. On such sleepless nights we get no rest and accomplish nothing. Even if one were to get out of bed and try to turn the time to good account—say, by cleaning the kitchen or doing laundry—our time nevertheless would be under such a cloud that the time would still feel lost to us.

But there are also, occasionally, good sleepless nights. One might reference Ernest Dowson's Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae (despite the obvious despair of the poem) as an example of a welcome sleepless night:

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay...

Dowson, as he tells us, was desolate and sick on account of an old passion, so he was unable to fully appreciate his sleepless night of his hired companion, but we at least should allow the possibility that some such situations are less unhappy than Dowson's.

There are also rather more Platonic good sleepless nights, and I experienced this last night. Despite going to bed while quite tired, I had been reading some philosophy of history of particular interest, and it happened to stimulate my mind just as I should have been getting tired. I laid awake for what felt like most of the night (probably it wasn't most of the night, but only an hour or two), and in that time I formulated an entire talk. Better yet, when I woke up today it was still in my mind, much of it word-for-word as it originally came to me. Now that is unusual. I often remember ideas the next morning, but rarely the exact wording in which I had expressed them when mentally rehearsing them.

I had had, from several previous days of reading, all the material already stored up in my memory, but what came tumbling out during my sleepless night was the organization and formulation of the material, and, more important yet, the central argument that propels the movement of thought and so provides the organizational framework. So my (partially) sleepless night was not lost like an unfortunate sleepless night, but rather gave me much to write out the next day.

Usually I sleep like the dead—a deep and dreamless sleep that leaves me quite rested and refreshed upon waking, so a sleepless night is an exception that I notice. For those who suffer from insomnia, it would be nothing to note, but just another night deprived of a satisfying rest. I am, of course, quite aware of my good fortune in sleepless nights being the exception rather the rule, and I recognize it when I am doubly fortunate that my sleepless night was a productive one. Tonight, however, I am having a more conventional sleepless night by simply staying up all night writing.

[dailytatsu]

I’m just full filing my own need of platonic Genshin content at this point-

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Zhongli & Child!Reader

Summary: A exception of the regular way to spend some quality time with your small human. A guide written by Rex Lapis

GN! Reader

Sorry for any mistakes!

Again, just a brainrot, don’t mind me-

This man talks like me trying to reach the required amount of words for an essay, wHy

Genshin impact masterlist

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Long ago, Zhongli's days off could be summed up in a couple of old-fashioned words: wake up early in the morning before the entire city of Liyue did, admire how the glaze lilies closed, and then wander aimlessly until the hours were consumed. To finally start a new day following his usual routine.

But that everyday life had been lost over the years, when an unpredictable and somewhat catastrophic element was added to his life, although it's not like he has any complaints about it.

After all, he had been able to fulfill a wish that he never believed he would have, one that he treasures today as the most valuable of relics.

“Hey… hey, are you asleep?” Zhongli heard above him, the cheerful voice that whispered, along with the little taps that he felt on his cheek made him open his eyes with the drowsiness still preventing him from fully understanding what was happening. Once his eyes adjusted to the daylight he could find (Y/N)'s small face looking at him curiously and warily. "A letter arrived, it's from the traveler!"

They kept talking in their animated voice, not caring that Zhongli straightened up on the bed and grabbed them under the armpits to sat them on his lap while he was still trying to fully wake up.

“It wasn't for me, but I read it, sorry. I tried to wait for you to wake up.”

The smile that Zhongli showed was faint and kind, the one that the little one in front of him reciprocated after his hand combed through the messy strands of their hair, still with the imprint of the pillow being the usual morning hairstyle.

“Good morning.” He said, a greet that was also a reminder about what are you supposed to say before starting a conversation. (Y/N) let out a nervous chuckle, noticing their mistake and correcting themselves, but Zhongli just shook his head and let them be, regardless their mistake. “I see. What does our friend has to share this occasion?”

He asked, getting out of bed and ready to start a new day.

(Y/N) told their interpretation of the letter, the parts they had understood were nothing more than ‘fun facts’ from free time of the traveler’s journey, leaving aside everything that contained a word they couldn't understand and some times making Zhongli stop halfway across the room, not understanding the context of what he was hearing and needing a second to think before keep going.

“They also said that they are coming for the next Latern Rite!”

“Then we shall make them company this time and make sure they have a great time as well.”

The rest of the small home was sunk in the silence of the morning, barely broken by the sound of the people on the street filtering through the window. Zhongli's cup was full of tea and (Y/N)'s glass had the safe amount of milk with honey. Almost looking like they weren’t drinking an insomnia remedy as they kept talking without pause, still full of energy.

Zhongli held the letter in his hands, catching on to the message and subconsciously smiling at the words. It wasn't anything serious, it wasn't an emergency either, and the very news filled his chest with relief. But in the midst of his happiness, the child’s voice was heard again, asking a question full of innocence but that made the heart of the old god tremble.

“Am I old enough now to go adventuring with them?”

He had a bad habit of forgetting, or even ignoring, the fact that the life in his care was affected by the passage of time unlike his own. He was supposed to already know that, that he had already psyched himself up about it, that’s why he signed that specific contract a couple years ago. Even with those painful clauses that were brought with it.

He can’t just imagine the day when their life ends, for The Seven! He didn’t even have told them everything about his past self! Why should he be worry now about that cruel event?

You couldn't blame him for feeling that way, from one second to another his mood had plummeted and now his face had returned to the usual stoic and enigmatic face. Without giving a clue about his true emotions, in turn causing confusion in the young one in front of him.

Zhongli shook his head, returning a smile to his face.

"Certainly you are close to being old enough to do so." A huge smile of excitement could be seen on (Y/N)'s face, but Zhongli had not finished speaking. He stood up from his chair and took the opportunity to hold the kid in his arms. “But let’s think for a second, time is what you have the most at the moment, from where is the rush to experience everything that life has to offer at such a young age?”

“But… !” The little one stirred in his arms and looked from side to side, trying to find a good argument to fight back. “And if I showed you that I'm ready to go on an adventure, would you let me go?"

Negotiations are something you'd expect from anyone who was born from Liyue, but Zhongli's surprise was more at the situation than at what he was hearing. He pretended to be interested in the bargain that was being offered to him, closing his eyes to appear as if he was meditating, and then he spoke again.

“Mmmh… Alright, I’ll hear what you have to say.”

"If I defeat hilichurl by myself!" They threw their arms up, their small face showing apparent bravery.

“For that you would have to be able to pick up a weapon by your own hand first.” Their eyes widened, as if they hadn't thought about it before, so their voice returned to a normal volume.

“… A mitachurl?”

Zhongli again pretended to consider the options before answering.

“I have to admit it. You are a difficult negotiator, it’s quite clear now."

(Y/N) laughed, and before they could argue any further they heard a stern and annoyed voice barking orders just a few feet outside their home. Both of them looked out the window, finding a novice worker stumbling and dropping a bunch of pages that went flying into the water.

“Ouh..." They turned their gaze to Zhongli, who was still attentive to what was happening outside. (Y/N) was almost afraid to interrupt him, but they considered that their question was really important. "Are you going to work today?"

"Actually that’s not the case, unless the director calls me on an urgent matter, there isn't much for us to do today." And he wasn't lying, there had been times when the flamboyant Hu Tao had requested his presence to check things out at the last minute. Times when her calls were so inconvenient that he even ended up taking (Y/N) with him. Repenting later when he realized that they had copied habits and phrases from the director, a true nightmare. “Is there something you would like to do?”

"Can we go fly a kite?" They asked, with a spark of excitement in their expressive eyes, almost begging for an affirmative answer that Zhongli did not hesitate to give.

"It sounds like a plan to me." He said, letting go the kid from his arms. "Find what you need to leave, in the meantime I will write a response for the traveler's letter."

"Okay!”

They ran out of the room and only their short, quick footsteps could be heard across the room. Instead, Zhongli only had to look inside a specific drawer to find the stack of blank sheets of paper and the inkwell.

Words weren’t difficult for him, he always found the right ones to express himself and not cause unnecessary misunderstandings, but this time he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. There were so many things to talk about but there was no way to fit them all on one page. All his vocabulary had gone flying away just like the documents of that young man who had stumbled.

Greetings are important, goodbyes are unnecessary. Perhaps that's why he's always had trouble ending his cards.

Zhongli sighed, putting down the brush and looking out the window again. Peace could be heard through the wind.

He didn't want to ruin the beautiful day that he had in front of him with that melancholy, they didn't deserve it either. But he suddenly found himself in a dilemma, being disturbed again by the memories that always came back at the most inconvenient moments.

“Found it!” The man gasped slightly at the unexpected call of the child who was standing in the middle of the room, being back from the ‘treasure hunt’ and holding the kite above their head. "It was under my bed."

"About that, (Y/N)" Zhongli interrupted, catching their attention. “I just remembered something, do you mind if we go somewhere first? The possibility that the wind will be stronger there at this time of year is quite high, you will certainly be able to play without your kite getting tangled in any trees.”

There is a second message in those kind words, his smile was not the typical one and it had a shadow of nostalgia and sadness behind, but (Y/N) didn’t catch the radical change in the mood and only nodded at him, with a huge smile that they expected to reach the man in front of them.

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The area beyond permitted to mortals is separated by little more than a natural barrier, wide open fields stretching down the valley to Minlin. The wind is cleaner than anywhere else in Liyue and there is nothing that dares to break the harmonious silence of nature.

It’s not exactly the place where you would take a child, the paths are poorly marked and it is normal that there are bandits hiding in every corner, but that only applied to conventional people. And that was precisely what Zhongli wasn’t.

Leading (Y/N) by holding their hand and repeating to them one of his favorite stories is how the journey turns at least at little more interesting than if it were just mountain climbing in silence.

Mt. Aocang is a place that seems isolated from the passage of time in general. The water is always clear and clean, and everything is always where it should be. Perhaps it was the work of her guardian, or maybe it was just nature itself swaying the peaceful scenery, but one thing was for sure: the feeling that the landscape conveyed to Zhongli was as painful as it was comforting.

“You think Cloud Retainer is at home?”

(Y/N) shyly hid behind Zhongli and whispered every word, seeking safety even if it wasn't necessary.

“Hmm? Why do you ask? You don’t like her?”

"… she said the drawing I did of her looked primitive."

Their voice trembled and then hid their face against the dark clothes of the person in front of them; the shared memory of an even younger (Y/N) and inexperienced Zhongli summed up the Adeptus being quite critical about the doodles of a human child. He also remembers how long it took him to calm down (Y/N), who was close to developing a trauma if it wasn't for Ganyu's help at the right time.

"And do you know what that word means?"

"No... but it sounds mean.”

“There, there.” His eyebrows curved slightly and he gave a half smile, it seems that the damage was deeper than he thought. “Go play around for a while, I'll be in the center of the pond, don't worry." Zhongli pointed to the stone table under the big tree and then patted (Y/N)'s head one last time before starting to walk.

He was going to continue, but a hunch made him look back again, almost as if a paternal instinct told him that something was not right. The little one was holding the edge of their shirt with one hand while the other clung to the kite, there was an anxious expression on their face, as if they wanted to say something.

“Is there a problem?"

(Y/N) looked down to their feet.

“I wanted… I wanted to play with you.”

Sometimes Zhongli was surprised at how direct and expressive they were for a child of their age. He was proud, he would never deny it; you could feel it in every word he used to describe them, but also he feared that a day when he would belittle their emotions without noticing.

“…I see, thanks for telling me.” Zhongli squatted until he was almost at their height, the kid came dragging his feet on the ground and with a sad expression still on their face. “Remember that time when I told you that there is a time and a place for everything?”

“Mm-hm… ”

“Then you will have to forgive me, but there is something I need to do now. However, this doesn't mean that I won't join you in a while, you think you can start without me this time?” (Y/N) nodded, eyes lost and looking at the ground.

Zhongli's apology was as genuine as the guilt he felt in his chest, reaching behind the small head and leaving a short kiss on the top as an silent apology to right after stand up again.

“Well then.” Zhongli couldn’t help but tense his shoulders when (Y/N) almost stumbled after running away to find the right place to catch the wind. A weird feeling igniting on his chest, perhaps the instinct of a worried and inexpert father. “And don’t play near the edge!”

“Okay!”

His footsteps are silent, almost completely erasing his presence with each meter of distance he traveled until the huge shadow of the tree crossed the silhouette of his. The leaves fly and dance in the wind before landing in the pond to become tiny drifting boats that float to and fro.

In the background he can hear the whistle of the wind itself and the adorable expressions of amazement of the infant each time his kite was raised. His past and his present coexisted in the same space, it was a strange calm that was fascinating.

In front of him is nothing but empty space, his amber eyes are closed and his concentration is entirely on his breathing. Deep, slow, controlled, but a part of him was ready to react if necessary.

He felt his body relax under the warmth of the sun, there is no worry, all the problems of the world had disappeared and only the memories that he treasured so much remained.

Until they were stained red, and a terrifying image invaded his mind followed by the dark melody of chaos coming from the horizon.

He opened his eyes again, feigning serenity, but the frantic beating of his heart could not fool anyone. Zhongli was enveloped by a nameless symphony of emotions, and for a moment he wanted to leave everything behind.

“Hey… you fell asleep?… ”

But he can’t. Because there is someone who needs him more than anyone else in the world.

“I wasn’t sleeping, but I do was dreaming.” Zhongli didn’t immediately turn towards them, he imagined the expression of curiosity and concern on their face trying to understand what was happening, so he took his time to answer. “You're back sooner than I expected, did you find something interesting or did you get tired?”

��Yeah, something like that… ” They paused, thinking about all the words they needed before talking again. “Uhm… would you be mad if I accidentally tripped and fell into the water?"

“Huh… ?” Zhongli finally relented, genuinely confused by the question and turned to his right. (Y/N)’s clothes were soaked as was their hair, surprisingly only from the front, making it clear that their question was, actually, a confession. “Oh dear, what just happened?”

“… I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) was sniffling and keeping their eyes on the ground to not shed a tear, but now that they were in front of Zhongli they actually felt afraid of his reaction.

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. Come here.” Zhongli took out a handkerchief from inside his coat, and then opened both his arms to invite them to come closer. Him giving them safety words to show them that he wasn't upset, also complimenting the fact that they didn’t cried after falling and had gotten up on their own. Without caring that his clothes ended up wet as well. “You just need to be more careful next time, understood? Let’s hope you don’t catch a cold.”

“I don’t like how medicine taste… ”

“I know you don’t, dear.” They frowned and squeezed their eyes shut as Zhongli wiped their face clean, holding back the urge to sneeze. "There you go.” (Y/N)'s clothes hadn't been completely cleaned, some mud stains had soaked into their sleeves and the rest remained damp, but that was what they could do for now. "Are you going back to play some more?"

Surprisingly (Y/N) denied.

“Then would you like to sit here and rest with me before we leave?”

They meditated a bit, an exaggerated ‘mmh’ coming from their throat.

“Yes please."

Zhongli wasted no time lifting the child from under their arms again and helping them sit on his lap. A hand holding them from behind to give them support and the small figure of them leaning against the man. Their big eyes dart around the table, looking curiously but not asking a single question about the utensils near.

Somehow, they knew that it was not right to talk about it.

“Wait, I got something for you!” (Y/N) reached into the pocket on the side of their clothes to find the mysterious gift. And their very enthusiasm caused Zhongli to laugh heartily. “Here, here, give me your hand!”

Zhongli was expecting a withered flower, an oddly shaped stone, he would have even expected a piece of wet wood. But, against all odds, (Y/N) handed him a small creature that writhed uncontrollably.

Slimy texture and squishy exterior, just the sound the creature made trying to escape was enough for an unpleasant memory to well up from the bottom of his mind. The smell was odd as well, no wonder why it had captured their attention.

“It's a tadpole! If you put it in water it turns into a toad!”

He swallowed any hint of displeasure at the creature and could barely control the shiver that ran down his spine. The person who always had something to share was gone, and now there was only the speechless Zhongli who couldn't find the words to deal with the situation.

“… I see, it’s a lovely creature indeed, quite fascinating… ”

Maybe that was his punishment for his past crimes, not having enough courage to break the happiness that could be seen in (Y/N)’s eyes, condemned to be in charge of a child who was interested in the most peculiar (and some times disgusting) things of the world.

But that didn't stop him from taking the first chance he got to throw the tadpole over his shoulder, using the excuse that it had slipped from his hands and relief he felt that (Y/N) hadn't saddened was immeasurable. Managing to quickly change the subject.

The sunset arrived, and with it was the time to go back home. Both were exhausted, wishing that they hadn’t to leave that natural peace. And yes, maybe the trip was long and difficult, but they could agree that the view worth it.

A few days later, Aether and Paimon were reading the reply to their last letter before going to bed, taking longer than usual due to the extension of it.

Three whole pages telling about things that had no relation to each other, but the way the elegant handwriting shared space with the small drawings on the edge of the pages it was easy to guess the reason why it was different from the last time.

[blockgamepirate]

Disabling Specific Minecraft Mobs (in Java)

There was a great post about disabling spiders in Minecraft a few days ago and in the notes people kept asking about disabling other mobs too, so I thought I’d make my own post summing up at least some of the resources, starting with the easy ones:

Phantoms:

You can do this with a vanilla command! All you need to do is to enable cheats when you create your world and then run this:

/gamerule doInsomnia false

insomnia is the effect that triggers phantom spawns when you don’t sleep.

Warden:

Same as phantoms! You can use a command!

/gamerule doWardenSpawning false

Other Mobs:

Someone suggested the Bad Mobs mod at CurseForge. I haven’t tried this myself but it looks legit?

If you don’t want to use a mod, there’s the datapack option, and I’m gonna put a cut here because I’m just gonna teach you how to make the datapack yourself based on your own needs. (I promise you, this method is super easy, and you’ll feel so fancy after making your own datapack)

(Some already exist btw, try searching on Planet Minecraft first)

I’ll also include some extra tips at the end that you might wanna check out either way, even if you don’t want to use a datapack.

[Disclaimer: I’m not an expert, I might get things wrong. I have successfully made all these things that I’m describing here, though, so I hope I know enough.]

@chu-likes-minecraft made a handy no spiders datapack which can easily be edited to apply to other mobs. The datapack is on Planet Minecraft (I would link to it but sometimes posts with links don’t show up in tags. It’s very easy to find, though, just search for “no spiders” and you should find a datapack from a user called Chu03.)

You can just download the datapack, unpack it, then go down the folders like so: data > ns > functions and open the file named “tick“.

It should look like this:

Look up the ID of the mob(s) that you want to get rid of. You can find this info on the Minecraft wiki. Usually it’s pretty obvious but it doesn’t hurt to check.

If it’s just a single specific type of mob that has no other variants, you can delete all the code in the file and replace it with this:

execute as @a at @s if entity @e[type=MOB_ID_HERE,distance=0..50] run tp @e[type=MOB_ID_HERE] 0 -65 0

Replace “MOB_ID_HERE” with the ID of the mob you want to remove! Bolding is just for emphasis obviously. Note that I changed “tag“ to “type“.

(The reason why this is so much simpler is because you don’t need a tag when you’re only targetting one type of mob, you can just target it directly. But if you want to target multiple mobs, using a tag is more efficient)

If there are multiple variants of the mob you don’t like or if you want to target multiple kinds of mobs, you can use Chu’s original spider code as is and just replace the spider and cave spider with your mobs, and come up with a new collective tag for those mobs. Let’s say you wanna get rid of endermites and silverfish because you don’t like creepy crawlies; this should work:

tag @e[type=endermite] add creepy_crawlies tag @e[type=silverfish] add creepy_crawlies execute as @a at @s if entity @e[tag=creepy_crawlies,distance=0..50] run tp @e[tag=creepy_crawlies] 0 -65 0

Wanna also get rid of bees? Just add bees to the “creepy_crawlies” tag like this:

tag @e[type=endermite] add creepy_crawlies tag @e[type=silverfish] add creepy_crawlies tag @e[type=bee] add creepy_crawlies execute as @a at @s if entity @e[tag=creepy_crawlies,distance=0..50] run tp @e[tag=creepy_crawlies] 0 -65 0

I’m pretty sure you can use any wording that isn’t an already existing tag in Minecraft? (Although sometimes you might actually want to just use the existing tag instead, just make sure you know what it includes.)

Once you’re ready, just save the file. You don’t have to worry about any of the other files in the pack, just leave them the way they are. Go back up the folders until you get to the level that has the “data“ folder and the “pack“ file and then just repack the pack into a .zip and give it a new name. Make sure you’re packing the “data“ folder and the “pack“ file, not a folder above them. If you unpacked the original datapack into a folder, don’t include that folder in your pack.

Image to clarify:

(You don’t have to use 7-Zip, any equivalent program is fine. #NotSponsored)

Your datapack is now ready. I recommend testing it in a test world first to make sure it works. You can just give yourself the spawn egg in creative and try spawning the mobs and if the pack is working they should immediately disappear as you spawn them in.

If they don’t, try the command /reload. If it still doesn’t work, save and quit to title, then open the world again. If it still doesn’t work, check the pack itself to see if you did everything correctly. Compare to the original no spiders pack to see if you accidentally did something differently.

BONUS: you can also edit the “pack“ file to include your own name in the credits along with Chu’s, but this is not necessary.

Other packs that have already been made and can be found on Planet Minecraft: no zombies, no drowned, no skeletons, no wither skeletons.

Also yes, I did actually make the no endermites/silverfish one because I had to double check that the code I pasted here actually worked so I uploaded that on Planet Minecraft too.

Some extra tips:

If you remove spiders, I recommend adding a custom crafting datapack that allows you to turn wool into string. You can download one from Vanilla Tweaks for example. vanillatweaks (dot) net -> crafting tweaks.

There are also websites that allow you to make your own custom crafting datapacks. One that I’ve used and that is up to date as of version 1.18 is thedestruc7i0n (dot) ca (choose the “crafting” button)

With custom crafting packs you can add your own preferred way to get the resources that you’re missing out on. (This is also handy for people who just don’t want to murder a specific kind of mob, like if you really love cows and don’t wanna kill them you can make a custom recipe for leather. Although in that specific case, Vanilla Tweaks already has a datapack for smelting rotten flesh into leather which I recommend.)

Vanilla Tweaks also has a custom villager pack under “datapacks“ which allows you to spawn in a custom villager to trade with, who you can have selling the items you need.

Another option is to edit loot tables to get that drop in some other way. A tool I’ve used for this before is at amaury (dot) carrade (dot) eu / minecraft / loot_tables (this one is a bit complicated but it’s useful! Just take your time figuring it out.)