#anyways so the very first burst from the big elemental

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Little Hands, Big Hearts — Lee Seokmin

Genre: Non-idol au-ish, babysitter au and rom-com

Pairing: Seokmin × fem!reader

Content: Friends-to-lovers (?), babysitter & hot uncle, found family, single parent vibes (but he’s actually just an uncle), mutual pining, jealousy but cute, domestic fluff, protective love interest, small Joshua cameo (no dialogue), idol life elements (seokmin’s busy schedules), “i want to be someone important to you” confession

Word count: 2140 words

A/N: I actually had something else planned for his birthday, something much longer and (hopefully) better but Tumblr decided to be a piece of shit, and I physically cannot format it all in one sitting without losing my mind. So maybe next month (or the month after, knowing my luck). Anyway, when I realized mere hours before Dokyeom’s birthday, mind you—that my original post wasn’t happening, I had to speed-write this incredibly cliché thing instead. Am I satisfied with it? Absolutely not. Are we running with it anyway? Absolutely yes.

Huge, massive, life-saving thanks to @gyubakeries !!! I swear you are the only reason this got beta-ed last minute. I hope your pillows stay cold on both sides forever, your WiFi never betrays you, and you obliterate your exams. Ilysm, truly. I was fighting for my life with this schedule, and then Tumblr came in and delivered the final boss battle. But anyway happy belated birthday, DK! May your high notes always soar, your jokes always land, and your days be filled with nothing but love and warmth. Love you endlessly, you absolute gem of a human being! 💛🎉 And sorry in advance for whatever this is.

Babysitting wasn’t exactly the most glamorous job in the world but it paid the bills. Plus, you genuinely enjoyed spending time with kids. That’s why, when your friend recommended you to a new client who needed an occasional babysitter for his niece, you said yes without hesitation.

What you didn’t expect was that the ‘uncle’ you’d be working for was Lee Seokmin, the bright, cheerful vocalist of SEVENTEEN.

The first time you met him, he nearly tripped over the couch trying to grab his niece’s stuffed bunny before she could burst into tears. His energy was exactly what you imagined from someone who spent most of his time performing on stage.

“Hi! I’m Dokyeom,” he said, flashing a beaming smile that was so radiant it could rival the sun. “Thank you so much for helping out. I’d do it myself, but—”

“—You have a busy idol schedule,” you finished for him.

He blinked. “Yeah…exactly.”

His niece, Hana, was an absolute angel. She had his same bright smile and she grew fond of you immediately. You spent the next few weeks looking after her whenever Seokmin was busy with schedules and little by little, you saw different sides of him.

He wasn’t just the loud, happy-go-lucky guy everyone knew. He was also a doting uncle who could lull Hana to sleep with soft hums of ‘Circles’, and a surprisingly good cook when he had the time.

One night after a particularly long day, Seokmin returned home just as you were tidying up Hana’s toys. He let out an exaggerated sigh and collapsed onto the couch, covering his face with a pillow.

“Long day?”

“You have no idea,” he groaned, voice muffled. “But I kept thinking about Hana and—” He hesitated. “—and wondering if she gave you a hard time.”

You smiled. “She was great, as always. Though, she did insist I tell her a bedtime story about ‘Uncle Min and the Princess.’”

Seokmin peeked out from behind the pillow, eyes twinkling with interest. “Oh? And what happened in this story?”

You shrugged, playing along. “Well, Uncle Min was a very silly prince who made the princess laugh all the time.”

“Sounds accurate.”

“But then he got lost in a giant castle of laundry and the princess had to help him find his way out.”

Seokmin laughed, sitting up. “Okay, that part is true. My laundry pile is terrifying.”

The conversation melted into comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft breathing of Hana sleeping in the other room. After a moment, Seokmin glanced at you with a thoughtful look on his face.

“You’re really good with her,” he said softly. “I—uh, I really appreciate you.”

You felt warmth creep up your neck. “It’s my job.”

“I know, but…I think Hana really loves you.” He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I can see why.”

Your heart did a tiny flip at the way he looked at you, gentle and sincere. You quickly busied yourself with putting away the last of Hana’s toys, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your face heated up.

Maybe Hana wasn’t the only one growing attached.

The weeks turned into months and before you knew it, babysitting Hana had become a regular part of your life and so had Seokmin.

You didn’t realize when the small moments started meaning more, when you started looking forward to his late-night returns just to chat about your day or when you found yourself laughing a little too much at his terrible dad jokes. Seokmin was always there. Bringing you snacks before he left for work. Texting to ask if Hana was behaving. Staying up an extra ten minutes just to keep you company before you left for the night. It was easy. It was natural. It was dangerous.

Because one evening after you put Hana to bed, Seokmin walked you to the door like he always did but this time, he hesitated.

“I, uh…I have a day off tomorrow,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hana’s been asking to go to the park and I figured…maybe you could come too?”

You blinked. “You want me to come? You don’t need a babysitter tomorrow.”

“I know,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “But I thought it’d be fun if we all hung out together. Y’know, as…friends.”

Friends. Right.

You ignored the way your heart did a stupid little flip and nodded. “Okay. That sounds fun.”

-

“Push me, push me!” she squealed.

You laughed, helping her up. “Okay, okay! But what about Uncle Min?”

Hana turned to Seokmin and pouted. “Uncle Min is too slow!”

Seokmin gasped-pouted. “Betrayal! How could you?”

Hana just giggled and you couldn’t help but shake your head. “She’s not wrong, though.”

Seokmin narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

Before you could react, he scooped you up, yes, actually lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.

You shrieked. “SEOKMIN! PUT ME DOWN!”

“Nope! You insulted my speed, now you must pay the price!”

Hana clapped her hands, cheering. “Again! Again!”

When he finally set you down, you were breathless from both laughter and the way his arms had felt way too strong around you. It was hot.

"You’re absolutely something else,” you muttered, smoothing your clothes.

Seokmin just grinned, completely unfazed.

The day continued with moments like that, Seokmin challenging you to silly races, losing horribly at rock-paper-scissors to Hana, and stealing your ice cream just to see you pout and somewhere in between all the teasing, the laughter, and the stolen glances, you felt something change. Maybe it was when Hana fell asleep in your lap during lunch and Seokmin just sat there watching with a soft unreadable expression. Or maybe it was when he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and said, ‘You’re really amazing with her. She adores you.’

Maybe it was just him.

And you were starting to fall.

You should have known that nothing could stay simple when Lee Seokmin was involved. Seokmin wasn’t just ‘Hana’s uncle’ anymore. He wasn’t just the funny, sunshine-filled idol who stumbled into fatherly duties with zero experience but a whole lot of love. He was…Seokmin. Your Seokmin. (Not that he actually was. But he could be. If only you were brave enough to admit what you were feeling.)

One evening after another long day of babysitting, you found yourself lingering. You weren’t sure why, because Seokmin had already come home, Hana was fast asleep, and yet…you just didn’t want to leave yet.

Seokmin sat on the couch, running a tired hand through his hair. He looked exhausted—schedules had been brutal lately but when he saw you standing awkwardly near the door, he smiled anyway.

“Leaving?” he asked, voice soft as usual.

“I…should,” you said, shifting on your feet but you didn’t move.

Seokmin noticed. Instead of saying anything, he patted the empty space next to him, an invitation. You hesitated for about three seconds before giving in.

As soon as you sat down, Seokmin sighed and leaned his head against your shoulder. Your heart nearly stopped.

“Just for a second,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “I’m too tired to sit up straight.”

You should have told him to sit properly. You should have shoved him off before you lost your mind. Instead, you sat there frozen, too aware of his warmth, his scent, the soft rise and fall of his breathing.

“Hey.”

You hummed in response, too scared to actually speak.

“I was thinking,” Seokmin said, voice still quiet, still sleepy. “I like spending time with you. A lot.”

Your breath hitched.

“You’re great with Hana,” he continued, eyes still closed. “And I always feel better when you’re around.” He suddenly sat up and faced you, his expression unreadable. “And…I think—” He swallowed. “I think I—”

BANG.

A loud noise from Hana’s room made both of you jump apart.

Seokmin was on his feet instantly. “Hana?”

The moment was gone.

He rushed to check on his niece, leaving you sitting there, heart pounding, mind racing, stomach doing cartwheels. What had he been about to say? And why were you so scared to find out?

A few days later, you were out shopping when you ran into your ex. It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t.

He was just some guy called Joshua from years ago and the relationship had ended on neutral terms. He saw you, waved, and you exchanged some small talk before parting ways. Simple. Harmless. Totally normal. But when you got back to Seokmin’s apartment, you knew something was off. He was acting weird. Not his usual ‘I just tripped over air’ weird. Weirder. Quieter. Sulkier.

And then as you were helping Hana with her drawing, he suddenly blurted out, “Who was that guy?”

“What?” You blinked animatedly.

“At the mall,” he said, not looking at you. “I saw you talking to some guy.”

Oh. “An ex,” you said simply. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

Seokmin nodded slowly, lips pressed together. “You seemed happy talking to him.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you…jealous?”

“Me? Pfft. No.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Why would I be jealous? I mean, we’re just—you’re just—”

You waited. He struggled.

Finally, he groaned, rubbing his face. “Okay. Maybe I’m a little jealous.”

Your heart did a very unhelpful little flip.

Seokmin exhaled and looked at you. “I don’t want to be just ‘Hana’s uncle’ to you,” his breath caught. “I want to be someone important to you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The way you’re important to me.”

Silence. Your brain screamed at you to say anything but before you could, a tiny voice interrupted.

“Uncle Min,” Hana said, tugging his sleeve. “Stop making her sad.”

Both of you turned to her.

Seokmin paled. “I—I made her sad?”

Hana pouted. “She looks like she wants to cry.”

You did, honestly. But not for the reason she thought. Because finally, finally, you had your answer.

You swallowed hard and forced a smile, ruffling Hana’s hair to distract yourself. “I’m not sad, sweetheart. Your uncle just…surprised me.”

Hana looked between the two of you with that suspicious little squint of hers. Then she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Grown-ups are weird,” she muttered before skipping off to continue coloring.

Seokmin chuckled but when his gaze returned to you. “Hey,” he said. “Are you okay?”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Yeah. Just…processing.”

Seokmin nodded slowly. “Take your time.”

And just like that, he gave you an out. No pressure. No expectations. Just him, waiting, hoping. Maybe that was what made you nervous the most.

-

A week passed and things were almost normal again. Except now, you were hyper-aware of everything Seokmin did. It was getting too much so when Zhang, one of your childhood friends, texted you out of the blue asking to catch up over coffee, you jumped at the chance. It was not a date and you made that very clear. But Seokmin didn’t get the memo.

When he saw you getting ready, actually putting in effort, wearing something cute, doing your hair, he panicked.

“Where are you going?” he asked, pretending to be casual about it.

You glanced at him. “Just meeting a friend for coffee.”

Seokmin squinted. “A friend?”

“Yeah.”

“A male friend?”

You smirked. “Why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t,” he said too quickly.

You bit back a laugh. “Seokmin. Are you jealous again?”

“No.” He crossed his arms. “I just…I just think you should be careful! What if this guy has bad intentions? What if he—”

“Zhang is married,” you interrupted, amused. “To a man.”

“Oh.”

You grinned. “Were you about to ask me not to go?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, then groaned, rubbing his face. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You patted his cheek. Big mistake.

Because the second your fingers touched his skin, he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. Your breath hitched. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed. Then, softly, so softly you almost missed it, Seokmin said, “If I asked you out, would you say yes?”

Your heart literally stopped.

He was still holding your wrist, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your pulse. If he could feel how fast it was beating, he wouldn't have to ask anything.

Slowly, you met his gaze. “Would you actually ask?”

He didn't say anything at first but responded a few seconds later, “Maybe.” His lips twitched. “Depends on if you’d say yes.”

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re so dumb.”

“And you still haven’t answered.”

You rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away. “Yeah, idiot. I’d say yes.”

Seokmin beamed. “Cool, cool. So, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

You grinned. “Yeah. I do.”

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Okay, so, this idea has been rattling in my head for years, and it's for the five or so of you who have read both Wheel of Time and Worm by Wildbow. For those who have only read one, I'll explain the mechanics involved on each side; feel free to skip if you've read one or both.

Alright. The gist: I think you could slot together these two universes pretty well if you assume that the True Source is, in fact, a pair of entities.

Lemme explain. First, necessary lore/mechanics for Wheel of Time:

The magic system in Wheel of Time appears simple/basic at first glance but deepens in complexity as the series goes on. For this, we're gonna stick with the basics. Magic in this universe flows from the True Source, which is divided into two halves: saidar, and saidin. Some people are born with the ability to channel/learn to channel the True Source; women channel saidar, while men channel saidin. The whole vibe is very yin/yang.

An important element of Wheel of Time's lore is that long, long before the story starts, the male half of the True Source was tainted by the Dark One (basically the devil, personified entropy, etc.). Now all male channelers will eventually go insane, destroy everything around them in uncontrollable bursts of magic, and then literally rot alive as the taint consumes them. Very fun.

That's most of what you need to know on the WoT end. For the folks who haven't read Worm, there are some MASSIVE spoilers for the end of the series here, so if you intend to read it, be forewarned.

So, in Worm, there's a race of gigantic space worms called the entities, who evolve by scattering fragments of themselves (called shards) on planets populated by intelligent life. The shards give individuals unique abilities (experienced on the ground level of the story as superpowers), and the experiences of these individuals are stored in the shards. Essentially the entities are outsourcing the refinement of their own abilities/powers; individuals will learn new tricks/ways to use their abilities, which the entities will learn when the shards is harvested at the end of the cycle.

End of the cycle being the destruction of the planet and the death of all life on that planet. Very fun.

Also important to note: the entities, or at least the ones we see in Worm, travel in pairs. There's the Warrior and the Thinker. The majority of the powers we see in Worm come from the shards of the Warrior.

Alright, you got the basics? Good. Here we go.

I think you could plausibly imagine saidar and saidin as less advanced forms of the entities; they only give out one ability to everyone, the ability to channel, but they still learn all the tricks that individual channelers come up with. (Big side note: time is literally a wheel in, er, Wheel of Time, and I'm not including that aspect of the cosmology here. We're just putting that aside.)

One of the reasons I find this an interesting idea is because the breakdown of people overcome by their shard in Worm, like Khepri, and male channelers in Wheel of Time, are very similar. In this hypothetical situation, the taint on saidin is basically a permanent jail-breaking of all male channelers' shards.

I find this specifically interesting because forever ago I had a parahuman OC who I wanted to universe hop to different canons, and when I sat down to think about her going to WoT, this whole thing popped up. Since most powers in Worm are from the Warrior, which in WoT would be saidin, I think a non-Cauldron cape being transplanted to WoT would essentially auto-connect to saidin, and be consumed by their shard/the taint. Also the OC in question was a Tinker and I find the idea of a Tinker being consumed by their shard very weird and almost funny. Mad scientist to the extreme there.

Anyway uuuuhhhhh I don't know if anyone else will find that interesting. But there you go. Also if you've gotten this far and you've only read one of the properties mentioned, you should read both. I honestly think these series share a lot of DNA and fans of one will like the other.

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HEEEYYYAAA SWEETHEART

so I saw your Christmas event thingy and wanted to request a #13 with lyney x reader, preferably fluff but not like overly fluff so it becomes cringe (I sound bitchy I'm sorry😭)

Anyways congrats on 2 years on the blog,don't forget to eat and drink, mwah mwah(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

the christmas mix | #13- baby it’s cold outside | lyney x reader

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notes: hiii<33!! thank you so much for requesting (and for being the first one too!!) aaaa!! anw I’m so sorry this came so late but I wanted to write something a bit longer (to be honest, I still feel like this one’s pretty incomplete, so I may write a part 2 for it!! I just didn’t want to take too much time so I just want to give this to you first.) and I really wanted it to be good because you seem so sweet aaaa <333. but ANYWAY thank you so much and have a merry christmas, mwah!! lmk if you need a rewrite of this and my apologies if there’s not enough (?) fluff (??) or if it's too short!!

warnings: none, except for the fact that it's fem reader, really (I hope that's okay!!)

summary: (set before the current events of the game) it's in the winter of his first show at the opera epiclese that he meets you. you think you may be falling for this stranger, this all-too-busy magician. it's alright if either of you have to go, though, the two of you can stay together-- it's too cold outside, after all.

The first time you meet him, the both of you are young and he’s a nameless stranger you meet at a friend’s party. You hit it off with him and glass bottles clink against each other before you bring the rim of yours to your lips and sip your fonta. 

“So, what brings you here?” you ask the stranger before you. He’s a new, unheard-of magician, you’ve been told. You think he’s the epitome of what magic should be in a world of surging elemental powers and mythical beings— a perfect mix of misdirection and secrets— with all his charm and mystery, and that little bit of dramatic flair he uses to present himself. 

“My sister and I were invited to perform, it seems,” he explains, taking his own sips in, “And you?” 

“Invited? Why, I just waltzed my way in like most of the others. Do you think I’ll be seeing you up there later, then, Mister…” 

“Lyney. Mister Lyney.” 

“…Mister Lyney.” 

“And you won’t be seeing me, anyway. I’ve told the host that my sister and I must attend to some urgent business concerning our first show at the Opera Epiclese tomorrow.” 

“Hm,” you hum, “The Opera Epiclese, huh? Glad to know I’m speaking to a future big shot. Remember me when your tickets are worth every gem and mora in Fontaine, won’t you? I don’t think I’ll be able to steal each and every one to see you again.” 

“Of course,” he grins, “And you won’t have to steal anything, I promise. Nothing would be worth as much as you.” 

“You’ve a penchant for words, I see. And here I thought budding magicians were often shyer than this…” 

“Our introduction to being in the limelight would not change my occasional sharing of the truth. Then he lays his bottle down on the table, and it’s silent and so very unlike how you thought he would based off your initial impressions of him, and so very different from how anyone else would after drinking fonta. He sets it down quietly, stealthily, as if if he were to clash any louder against the wooden table’s surface he would dart out of the host’s house while the liquid in the bottle barely moves, appearing like creases on a red velvety tablecloth. “But!” he exclaims, “Now I really must get going—” 

His voice is like a twinkle out of a music box, its melody even better than the one bursting out of your friend’s gramophone; his eyes are like a velvet coat that pair well with his cheshire cat-like smile; his hair is silky as it is silvery and you want to run your fingers through it. 

So you don’t want him to go. 

“Leaving so soon?” 

“Well, the magician’s life just so happens to be a busy one, dear [name]—“

“Oh? Mr Lyney, I don’t recall having ever told you my name,” you remark, quirking up a brow and holding him by the wrist as he begins to get up. 

The mister giggles, “I’ve heard of you before, of course. Our host informed me of who you were— and so did everybody else at this lovely soirée. Why, who hasn’t heard of the eccentric, renowned [name]? But I really should get going.” 

“Oh, but won’t you stay? It’s just so dreadfully cold out and it would be a shame if you and your sister were to get sick from the winter winds right before your grand show. Goodness, I’ve heard of the severity of all the snow and hail these days, and even some of my acquaintances have nearly succumbed to hypothermia due to it all!” 

He feigns a sigh, his voice like velvet wrapping around your eyes and ears and engulfing your senses, as he sits down again as you keep a firm grip on his wrist, “Well I hope they’re well into a good recovery, [name], but Lynette and I have the thickest coats and a great tolerance for the cold due to our brief time in Snezhnaya a few years ago—”

You pry a little further. “What got you into Snezhnaya, Mister?” 

“Oh, please, that’s certainly a story for another day—” he starts again, taking hold of his hat. 

“Well even if you wouldn’t like to tell me, Mr Lyney, I must know everything I can about you— everything you’d like me to know— in these few minutes you still have. So, please stay?” 

He sighs again, freeing his hat and his coat. “Alright, since you’ve been such lovely company, perhaps I’ll just stay for one more sip.” 

“Perhaps you could stay for one more bottle?” you cheekily suggest. 

“Five more sips.” 

“Please, just one more bottle…” you suggest again, “And come rain or shine I’ll be sure to come for all your future shows, whether they be in the Epiclese or not. Your first one’s tomorrow, right?” 

“…you, my dear friend, have a deal.” 

You laugh, “That took more convincing than I thought it would.” 

“Well you’re definitely persistent as you are eccentric,” he comments, digging into his pocket to reveal a deck of cards, “Now, allow me to show you a magic trick as we chat through our next bottle…” 

—

“Didn’t think you’d be the Casanova type,” Lynette jabs as he finally exits the building, “So you just left [name] there as she kept talking to you?” 

“Well, you know how things are,” he says. 

He already knows he can’t afford this. He’d been honing his magic for years from the streets to the halls of nobles’ houses to their rooms in the House of the Hearth for the sake of Father’s cause. If he were to let just anyone in, if he were to fall back from that tower of deception and secrecy and let it topple, then— 

“I’m sure that Father would be alright,” she states, a knowing, teasing lilt in her voice, “We won’t even be that late.” 

—

There are a handful of things you know about him by the second time you meet. That he used to perform solely on the streets and was then offered the chance to have a show at the Opera Epiclese after gradually gaining renown over the years; that like the cats he adores, he likes fish dishes; that he and his sister have a younger brother. 

The hall itself seems empty, the hues of each chair blurring together to form a sea of gold and red. 

“Why, it seems we meet again!” a voice echoes from behind you, then softer, it goes, “You’re earlier than I thought you’d be, though. And in the front seat.” 

“I know,” you smile, torso twisted, “I wanted to be extra early. And don’t ask how I got to the front seat, would you?” 

(In truth, you’d purchased it from someone who wouldn’t be available and was selling their front seat ticket at a much lower price than it should have been. No theft had occurred.) 

He moves in front of you. “To talk to me once more, I assume?” 

You pause and hum, tilting your head in an acted-out thought process. “Of course.” 

“Well,” he starts, “I still have more things to get ready backstage, and more props and tricks to prepare, so I don’t think I’ll be able to.” 

“Oh, I don’t mind, go ahead—”

He panics. “—But it’s you, so I’ll make some time. About five minutes, possibly— in truth, I do have a trick for you, dear [name],” he says, the words pouring out of him like a magician’s trick of pulling out an infinite number of differently coloured silks sewn together from his pocket. 

You lean forward in interest, and you try not to notice the barely audible gasp threat’s pulled from his lungs as he almost unwillingly backs away, then schools himself again. Maybe you were leaning in too much? “Show me, then,” you say. 

“Alright, then,” he begins, “I have a flower in my hands, and—oh? It’s disappeared!” he narrates, the sun-coloured flower vanishing with a flick of his hand. 

You raise a brow. 

“Now, have you noticed anything near your ear?” 

“My ear—?” Then to your surprise, you feel something tickling at the skin between your scalp and your ear, finding a whole stem tucked behind it. You pluck the flower away, bringing it to your nose and inhaling its scent. “Well, wouldn’t you know.” 

He giggles, “Do you like it?” 

“I do,” you reply, “I just thought you would’ve used a rainbow rose instead. But I love marcottes, too— they have such a sweet, light scent. Marcottes symbolise purity and sincere care,” you recite from a book you’d read, “And rainbow roses… well.” 

“Why, I’ve never learned of the language of flowers before,” he remarks, “…but I can start.” 

“Oh, really? Well, I don’t want you to take up too much of your time— a magician’s life is a busy one, no?”

“I suppose we all have to trade the time we have for something we care about no matter how little of it we have.” 

“Hm, I suppose so. Now, go—! Ten minutes have passed, mister!” 

“Oh—? But I’ve one more thing I need to say, dear [name],” he hurries, taking your hand and lightly pecking it, then letting his lips go and keeping your hands together, “You should stay later. It’s too cold outside for anyone to leave, but… if you need it, once everyone has left, you’re always welcome to stay and bask in the heating the Epiclese provides. Lynette and I will have to stay here for a while after, anyway.” 

You grin at his invitation— or his request, maybe. “I will.” 

“And, Lyney?” you call right as he turns back to face you again. “You’re always welcome to visit me in my own home.” 

You scribble your address on a piece of paper as people start to trickle in. It’s as if there are half as many people as there should be. It’s a sour thought, and, hopefully, in his next show, there’ll be more people.

The marcotte is tucked tightly between your index finger and thumb for the whole show. You bring its petals to your lips when the show is over. 

You hand the paper to Lyney after and you praise his show as you bid him farewell. You leave only a second earlier than he does with Lynette in tow. 

—

In the frigid winter weather, Lyney heads out, shivering, and buys a bouquet of rainbow roses as well as a book on the floral language of Fontaine. 

—

The show actually turns out to be a smashing success among the people who had watched it. The names Lyney and Lynette appear on the Steambird three days after the show, and you have the pleasure of reading an article about it, with details on a trick involving water and fireworks, written by one journalist Charlotte. 

The same day you read it, you open your door to see a bouquet of rainbow roses near your doorstep, hoisted and kept upright by the edge of the door and the wall. 

You wonder how they could have stayed alive without freezing, but you take it in. You already know who it’s from, even though there’s no name, no address— nothing. Nothing besides a note in elegant, cursive handwriting, saying “Thank you for coming.”

A dig through your house finally reveals an old vase of your parents’, a gorgeous, transparent vase of glass with patterns of roses embellishing it near the bottom that you trace with your fingers. You fill it with some tap water, remove the wrapping around the flowers, and place them in the vase. 

They rest near your bed and though the days are getting colder your heart warms at the sight of them every morning. 

So as it gets cold outside you think you’re falling for the all-too-busy magician, with his mystery and his tricks and his beautiful silver hair and violet eyes. 

You ought to invite him sometime during Christmas. And hopefully you can keep him for a while, too, as the fireplace crackles. It’ll be too cold outside, anyway. 

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wishing everyone a merry christmas ♡!

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 75 - outdoors fashion in 1925

Not even Edith can escape the beige curse entirely, but I’m inclined to be more gracious with her because she brings all the colorful prints to the yard. Also because I like her hats better than Mary’s.

Edith’s coat for Carson’s and Mrs Hughes’ wedding is 100% flowers in cream and yellow on periwinkle. I think this is a weave rather than a print; at least it looks like something structural. This could do with a little more color, but it’s overall a nice coat.

We already know the blue coat from fifth season, but I’m bringing it back because Edith never again wears this suit. Perhaps the cowards got scared of combining two funky bright orange patterns. Personally, I think she pulls it off, especially since she and Rosamund are talking about the flat Edith inherited from her boyfriend in this scene, so it’s nice that they bring back the orange-indigo pairing for thematic congruence. The diagonal stripes on the skirt and the tiny checker on her waistcoat – okay, that is wild. But she goes with an understated coat and a pale blue blouse she wears a lot in professional contexts over the season. Let her do her thing.

Away from the funky colors and into the grey tweeds, Edith wears this sharp walking suit with a matching scarf a couple times throughout the season, and I’m in love with the layering that the scarf makes with the lapels. Also, the little checker weave. The hat didn’t also have to be so grey, but I think the shape looks very nice on Edith. Plus, cute colorful necklace.

Quite possibly the most ostentatious coat Edith owns (or jacket? shorter styles seem to be coming into fashion), this shows up first for her date with Bertie and later after the Dinner Of The Burst Ulcer when they have fancy company like a minister and such. Well, first, this has a massive light grey fur collar, and fur equals the smell of money. But it’s actually the fabric that I love. It has a very gold brocade-y look, and if you look closely, this pattern is set together from countless autumn leaves in various shades of brown, orange, gold and green. It is beautiful; I would wear it in a heartbeat.

Another business look, but Edith is serving cape. I wish they hadn’t had her do the t-rex arms in this, but whatever, check out that lovely herringbone tweed. Also, this is actually a suit; the skirt matches the cape. And there are cute buttons, and these arrow elements that make up the lapels and repeat on the waist slits, and she pairs it with that yellow blouse with the ruffle tie… I love the look. And she has some funky piping on the hat to bring in an additional pop of color.

Sorry for the grimacing shots, darling, but they were the best I could get in between all the panic. Edith’s car race outfit? As much as I love Mary’s get-up for the day, this easily holds up. Mary does not embrace charming prints! Blue wasn’t necessarily a regular color for Edith for a large part of her run, but it dresses her quite well. Also, the coat is lined with the same fabric the dress is made of? Brilliant. Cute straw hat with braided weave; we’ll see this one again. And because Edith is not afraid of colors, she puts a red necklace on this. Love it.

Are you getting sick already of Edith’s Middle-Eastern style prints? Too bad; I’m not! A cream knife-pleated skirt with a dark blue shirt and coat; so far, so subtle. But then they just went wild with wherever they could put the patterns, collar, cuffs, the lower half of the coat, the big arrow element on the front and the subtler ones in the back. And it’s red, and turquoise, and orange, and purple, and it all adds up to a picture of beauty.

Not much to say on the light brown coat because that’s a holdover from last season, but it pairs nicely with this funky shirt that Edith only wears on this occasion. Who even designed this? And how does the butterfly fit in with all these abstract swirls and splotches? Who knows! Anyway, a woman who brings in shirts like this, I will gladly forgive her pastels.

Edith’s coat for breaking up with Bertie and telling Mary in no uncertain terms what she thinks of her, but even without the latter context, I would hold this in high regard. Look at that print! Red flowers, blue flowers, green leaves, blue maze lines, down the front, the applications on her lower sleeves and hem, and the diamond insertion in the back. It all adds up so nicely. There’s also the deep kick pleats which is imo one of the most elegant things you can do to a thing that’s supposed to fall smoothly. Make the volume an elegant little sneaky peek. Oh, and the straw hat from earlier is back.

Having a look at her future home of Brancaster Castle, Edith wanders around in an off-white coat that has this V element and buttons in the back. You know, I have a coat with a button at approximately that height – and I love wearing it ever since I cut my hair short. Having long hair and buttons in the back is the literal worst, so I guess I can blame the bob-prone 1920s for this design element. Edith pairs two different dresses with this, a coral one with beige flowers and a way redder one with blue and green-golden flowers, both bringing in all the necessary color the coat won’t bring, and both looking pretty with these big, almost tropically-looking flowers on her hat.

It really took me all the way to Edith’s wedding to consciously acknowledge that all the girls wear blue for starting into their honeymoon. “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.” Duh. Okay, I’m slow with some things. Edith keeps it simple with a plain periwinkle dress and a slightly darker coat that has a bit of brown fur trim and the loveliest light blue swirly piping. Add an overlong light blue bead necklace and a cute hat, and off she goes into her well-earned happy end.

[why485]

2024 Games of the Year

It's the time of the year where people make lists about the games of the year! I haven't done of these in a while, but this year I feel strongly enough about enough games that I really want to do one. As is always the case, I only go by games I played this year. Doesn't really matter to me when they were released. Honestly, release date means even less today than it used to because of Early Access, continued support, live service, etc. Anyway, onto the picks!

Game of the Year: Derail Valley

This one caught me completely by surprise. In every meaning of the word, this is the VTOL VR of train sims. An accessible, but still kinda simmy, approach to train simulators that is deeply interactive by virtue of being designed as a VR game first. It has an addictive game loop, and learning the ins and outs of every locomotive, and the various routes, is deeply satisfying.

There is a physicality to every action in this game that is just wonderful. You don't just press a UI element to couple two trains together. You get out of cabin, walk over to the coupler, connect the anchor points, connect the brake hose lines, open the brake valves, and then undo the handbrake on the car. It sounds mundane, but 80 hours later and it still hasn't gotten old.

This game has been out for a while in Early Access. I'd heard about it occasionally, but the B99 trailer was what really convinced me that I had to give this game a shot. I'm glad I'm playing this now, because with the current feature set it feels like the best time ever to get on board.

Best Flight Sim: Nuclear Option

Tiny Combat but good, this game, being made by an incredibly talented, small, and competent team, is incredible. It's a sim-lite in the same vein as the Novalogic sims or the Jane's Fighters games. It's set in the near future with made up planes with crazy detailed damage models, and with a love for very, very big explosions.

What's most impressive to me about Nuclear Option is the breadth of features. You have low intensity conflict trainer props and jets, a quad rotor V-22 Osprey-like tiltrotor that can also double as an AC-130 style gunship, and a VTOL electronic warfare/AWACS plane with laser turret in the nose that can shoot down incoming missiles.

This game is still in early access, but progress has been steady, and with a bright future ahead of it.

Best Graphics: Thunder Helix

Like Nuclear Option, I've been following this game since almost its inception. Thunder Helix is a modern take on the arcade helicopter sim, somewhere between Desert Strike and Gunship 2000. It's very fun, and easy to play in short bursts.

What's so exceptional about this game though is its aesthetic. It is a gorgeous representation of what you remember these games looking like, authentically recreated to a meticulous degree. This is a game that uses color palettes, dithering, and doesn't even have a depth buffer. The game opens with a fake DOS prompt! The only real departure, and a welcome one at that, is that the game runs at a buttery smooth modern framerate.

Most Rent Free: Metal Gear Solid (1 and 2)

Following the graduation of my kamioshi, I decided I would finally play Metal Gear Solid. This is a series that needs no introduction, but I thought I should at least play the first game, if nothing else because of its historical significance. In the end, I played MGS1, MG1 VR Missions, and MGS2.

These games blew me away. They are so good. Kind of. There's a lot of qualifiers actually. They simultaneously have aged super well, but also are pretty rough in some areas. However the most lasting element from these games, is that they turned everything into a Metal Gear reference. Due to just how much dialog there is in these games, along with its kitchen sink approach to writing, you can relate almost anything to Metal Gear.

For about 6 solid (METAL GEAR REFERENCE?) months, I was thinking about Metal Gear constantly. It really sticks with you, for a lot of reasons, not all of them good. There's just so much to talk about with these games but I guess this it for now!

[octahedral-chaos]

So I finally drew my two Sayonara: Wild Hearts ocs! But I'll be posting them separately so here's the first one: Inkblot Heartpiece!

AKA silly little fella /gn. She's, of course, the Ace of Wands... and you may notice some design elements that are very much intentional.

Anyways, they're an artist, and uses a very big paintbrush as a weapon! She's also very short (No joke, they're almost half the Fool's height.).

Image ID under cut:

[Image ID: A digital drawing of a human with wings and tail. She have amber toned skin and tangerine hair, wings and tail, with her hair being somewhat long and fluffy. Their wings and tail also have a Corn yellow gradient near the tips, and their tail tip is vaguely heart-shaped. She is wearing an Oyster Bay and slightly oversized jacket with a geometric heart, the colours being a gradient from Tangerine to Corn Yellow, Viking Blue jeans and Cloud Burst Blue boots. They're also wearing an Oyster Bay domino mask, with Cloud Burst 'eyeliners', her eyes appearing as pure white, as well as an Ebony black ring on her left index finger. The background is a gradient of dark orange to dark blue, and there's a colour palette represented by overlapping circles outlined in white. The text reads "Inkblot Heartpiece/ - Ace of Wands/ - She they." / End ID]

[beyblader-observations]

Okay, so let’s see if I can pinpoint why this manga had a big first impression on me.

- I saw vague posts about people liking it or being excited about the prospect of it, which rubbed off on me, and makes me feel like this series has more of an impact than the last few, which I didn’t see many people talk about

- I’m in a good mood right now, with my dreams and goals in mind, leaving me more open-minded to watching/reading something new than I would be if I was in a bad mood or stressed

- The art style and character designs are downright gorgeous! After the first series (Bakuten Shoot), the characters in the later ones didn’t have designs that really appealed to me.

- It feels like it focuses on the bladers rather than just the beyblades. I feel like Burst focused more on the Beyblades and didn’t flesh out the characters as much. That’s just my opinion based on the bits and pieces I saw.

- It feels like it has a good level of… tenseness? It starts out in the middle of a tournament, unlike Burst, where the characters are playing in school. And it feels more grounded than Metal Fight. I don’t yet know if it has fantasy elements, but I am hoping for some bit beasts and danger! I do love the overly dramatic elements in the original series, like Beyblades destroying the world, but it all depends on how they go about it. So I have to wait to see how this goes. I liked how Bakuten did the dramatic fantasy stuff, but I didn’t like how Metal Fight did it, and I can’t pinpoint exactly why. They just had different tones. Anyway, I can’t comment on how that will be in X yet.

- Not to stereotype, but it feels more for women like me… or maybe I should say more for anyone with my sensibilities. It focuses more on human emotion than on battles, and they make the characters very beautiful.

- I’m instantly in love with Kamen X/ Ex Kurosu! He’s like The Irresponsible Captain Tylor as a beautiful Beyblade boy! His carefree personality is the kind of contagious relaxed optimism that I want in my life. The message he gives to Bird is exactly what I need to hear right now, as I make an “effort” to progress my career as a freelance artist. I’ve been getting so stressed out about trying to figure out how to make a living with my art that I was having trouble drawing. I forgot to have fun with it. In order to be a successful artist, I need to love what I do. I need to enjoy the process and play and have fun with it, and then I will be able to draw pretty pictures that people love and succeed. If I think of it as just work, I’ll be like Bird without his Beyblade. I can’t lose that joy and playfulness. Kamen X reminded me of that. <3

- Bird is relatable because he’s been struggling with having fun with his passion from worrying too much about success.

- Kurosu’s hands are so gorgeously drawn, so when he’s wearing a mask, I keep gazing at them! They’re so manly, and they have so much personality!

- I had seen pictures of a blue haired boy on Twitter and saw tweets that he will be voiced by Soma Saito, so I had a hunch that I would like this character. I fell in love with Kamen X while he was wearing his helmet, and I was like “wow, I already have a favorite, and I haven’t even met the blue haired boy yet!” Well, it turns out it was him, so there’s no contest there. xD

[what-aboutno]

you

tell me about your blorbos. i see them quite often and i am Curious

👀👀👀👀👀👀 okay okay so I'll do one for now skdkd I can talk about the other ones another time

They're from the game genshin impact, it's a mobile/PC game that's similar to things like botw, it's an open world rpg. But it's also a gacha game

First there's Diluc he's my favourite.

Let's not look at his in game model....

In the game there are 7 regions in the world of teyvat. The first being mondstadt the city or music and freedom. They worship the anemo archon but he's been absent for years in order to not push his own ideals of freedom "what's freedom demanded of you from an archon?"

So diluc is from mondstadt. He is one of the richest men of teyvat. Running the mondstadt wine industry. He owns and runs the dawn winery, and angels share the tavern in mondstadt.

In this world when an archon recomizes you Ig you would say or they acknowledge your ambition they are gifted what's called a vision. A small glass orb that allows the user to control one of the 7 elements (anemo,geo,electro,dendro,hydro, pyro or cryo)

When diluc was 10 he received a pyro vision. At age 13 he became mondstadts youngest cavalry captain. He becomes a knight to make his father proud, who never received a vision and didn't make it to the knights because of that.

He has an adopted brother named Kaeya. They found him in the woods during some rainy night and adopted him

My other beloved blorbo. They're called the ragbros because dilucs last name is ragnvindr. Kaeya idk if he ever used that but after some lore stuff it's Alberich

Their lore together is so ajsjjajs they make me ill

Everything is like all cool until dilucs 18th birthday when he has to escort his father on this mission for the knights. Uh so halfway through they're stopped by this creature called ursa the drake and it's kinda like this big dragon. It kills all the other knights that were with him on that missions and he tries to fight it off and get his father to safety but he is knocked back.

His father randomly pulls out this delusion which is like a vision but it's man made, and made of dead god remains. It usually kills the user, ages faster, takes from their life force or other unknown side effects

He uses it and it like insta kills but him the drake is gone woo ajsjs uh oh

Kaeya arrives as back up with other knights but it's just took late. It's implied in the game diluc mercy kills his dad to stop him from being in so much pain but in the manga he just kinda disolves???

Kaeya actually feels really relived that his adopted dad died because kaeya lore. He was sent as a spy by his birth father. There's this other nation we're told about called Khaenri'ah. Which was a nation with no archon. It was like the peak of humanity but Celestia (even higher up to the archons) was like nuh uh tkk dangerous look at those machines they're making. And sent the gods to destroy the whole nation. That was 500 years ago. How kaeya is from there is a mystery but he's sent to mond and left by the winery on that rainy night to be a 'spy' according to him anyway. His father told him that he was their 'last hope'

So dilucs had this terrible birthday and kaeya goes to talk to him because he feels so guilty about how relieved he was that their father died. Even if it was for a brief moment and decides to come clean about his past.

This part is very much up to interpretation because their stories don't say much. But they end up fighting. Diluc using his vision. The fanon verisons is he relases this massive fire bird which is his burst in the game towards kaeya. And that moment kaeya receive a vision. Making a sheild around him causing this elemental reaction.

You unlock kaeya sheild at c4 (you get 4 extra copies of him. gacha game moment skdkd)

Some point in the fight diluc injuries his eye covered by the eye patch. Giving him a scar. through this one event we find that he's not blind there and his voice lines say he can see perfectly fine out of it.

But he was wearing an eye patch for no reason before this. Maybe for fun?? Maybe for lore who knows. He won't tell us his lore skdkd not yet at least

They end up fighting. Next day diluc is back at the knights because they're investigating his father's death. One of them who turned out to be a traitor from the fatui (this massive army from one of the nations sneznhaya) he's like yo actually we're gonna cover this up because it's gonna make us look bad if the knights didn't fight but this rich winery owner who has no powers did. Diluc is like fuck this I'm leaving. Leaves his vision and a week later leaves mondstadt.

He decides he gonna go on a killing spree taking on the delusion that killed his father. He disappears for 4 years. Ends up in sneznhaya. Meets some harbingers almost gets killed but saved but this random organization. He joins the organization and ends up being really high ranking too and then returns to mond to run the winery. With apperently no side effects from the delusion???? Hoyo please tell us what happened. Literally the game tells you about the side effects of delusions and how bad they are yet he uses it for 4 years and nothing happens???? What are you hiding

Hes no longer a knight but he still wants to protect people so he becomes a vigilante. People in mond somehow don't know it's him but they call him the dark knight hero

Girl is not even hiding his BRIGHT RED hair. Yeah so that's him.

Personality wise as a kid he was this bright and happy person

As an adult after all that trauma he really keeps to himself. He seems very lonely tbh. Described by kaeya as in his own world all the time. Less happy, seen as grumpy and never smiles :(( he still mischievous in his story quests and is so kind.

Literally his description for his card (from card game in the game)

Ouyghhhh and you see he still deeply cares about mond in his own way. His relationship with his brother is strained and a whole other thing but he still cares about him :((

Anyway beloved blorbo I could talk more about him with lore and theories but I'll do it another time skdkd

He's also so pretty like omg,,,,

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Whenever One Of Those Disney Remakes Comes Out...

This was originally a Twitter thread that I wrote the other day, and wanted to repost it here because I... Accidentally deleted the first tweet, haha...

Anyways... Regarding "shallow" Disney romances, plot elements of the animated films that supposedly don't add up, and how these remakes supposedly "improve" on them or "add depth"...

For all the talk about some Disney romances happening in such ostensibly short amounts of time or feeling kind of halfhearted... It becomes apparent when you step back and think about it, possibly... but there's a reason the stories hold up and work despite this perceived issue... That's animation and lyrical storytelling bypassing what's supposed to be realistic. That's one of the medium's very special abilities...

Like, most people watching those Disney animated classics back when they came out were so engrossed in the stories and even the romances, because animation like that is really on its own plane of existence, operating on a unique wavelength that really makes it all register so seamlessly. But there's also plenty of substance & depth in what's being told, as it's woven in there by the visual (and sometimes visceral) storytelling itself. That's a big thing for me with Disney's animated movies, that they can establish so much in such short bursts in an 80-90min runtime.

A lot of what's often said about certain animated films reminds me of "style over substance", which is a phrase I absolutely can't stand. The style *can* be the substance, actually... it's there if the one watching is on the film's wave. Otherwise, it's just pretty pictures and noise to them.

A lot of my favorite Disney animated movies play this game very well, going all the way back to Walt's output. That there can be so much feeling, emotion and ideas in mere drawings mixed w/ music, dialogue, editing choices, etc. It's often hard for me to explain, but I naturally feel it whenever I watch it.

And that's not even getting into the language of fairy tales and fantasy stories, often laden with symbolism and metaphors and such, which are also on their own wavelength entirely. I feel, when you try to take all of that so literally, to make it "realistic" and feasible in another medium, let alone apply these ideas completely to *real life* itself... you're breaking it apart and overdressing it. Hiding its unique essence, ripping it away even. The fantasy element is dialed down, which kind of takes away from the whole appeal?

As I get older and I really try to nail how I write fantasy stories myself, I find the connection between this kind of fantasy and reality fascinating, how they in different ways inform each other. Not in the sorta "cute" ways that you can put into a neat little box ("Disney movies once taught me-"), but much more complex than that.

I'd say in terms of a recent live-action fantasy movie, one of the most interesting was David Lowery's THE GREEN KNIGHT, an adaptation of Arthurian legend, which really embraced a kind of lyricism and dream-like logic that you don't often see these days. Even in mainstream animated movies that favor talking heads scripting over this kind of thing. Naturally, it was "confusing" for some. I know I was kinda lost when I first saw it, but I couldn't stop thinking of the intricate texture of the piece after I left the theater. It's a feat when a movie of any kind can preserve that onscreen, not what was only in the text.

Of course, a classic animated movie isn't immune to criticism, but sometimes I think a lot of what I see written online is done out of misunderstanding of the animation medium (does that peer pressure from when they were 10 years old still linger in their heads?), and there's a lack of media literacy there as well. As if the CinemaSins crew are in charge here, nitpicking small things that don't matter while missing the much bigger picture. Animation and fantasy like this require a nuanced perspective to dig in, I feel.

Animation itself, when executed like this, is just really on a whole other field... And those who dig the films so much, I feel they naturally get it and don't knock the movies for these perceived "issues". Nor make rash generalizations about a whole body of work, which is also common with some folks who talk a good show about Disney animated movies. Even Disney themselves, which is always concerning, but this is nothing new. As far back as the late '80s/early '90s, various people who worked for them or on their movies echoed these kinds of weird reductionist sentiments, too... And I feel it really all boils down to... These movies are animated. Thus shallow, for children, lacking, without much substance...

If not that, then I feel it's a misunderstanding of how these outlandish stories work and what level they are on... Almost like it's being reduced to a "that was weird!" MCU-level joke, or- Again, fodder for CinemaSins or some garden variety Nostalgia Critic-style video.

[they-them-that]

Ranking Precure seasons purely on design and concept because I'm up early anyways (least favourite to most) Part 1.

18. Happiness Charge Precure

They're magical girl outfits have the least distinctive personalities with only minor differences from each other. I understand they were going for a Sailor Moon idea with a uniform style but the appearance of the outfits are very underwhelming to me. They're plain even for just overall magical girls, tbh.

17. Doki Doki Precure

It's mostly the hair that throws me off. It's a mixture of normal strands to big blobs. I wish they committed to the stylized hair and got rid of the fringes or else I'm stuck trying to understand how Cure Rosetta's pigtails work that would still make her bangs possible.

I like the overall drop-down dresses but its mismatched appearance feels like a bombardment of layers and shapes that don't mix harmoniously. I wouldn't be against an asymmetrical style if this Precure was heavily alternative but it ends up clashing with the cutesy atmosphere instead.

16. Precure Splash Star

This one is victim to being the first new precures after the original where they barely changed it up. It just ends up being the lesser version of the classic that made itself impossible to not make comparisons.

I do like the idea of Cure Egret's first outfit that lost its uniqueness in the new one just to match with Cure Bright. Cure Bright's outfit does upgrade as the greens in her old outfit didn't match her but it's nice they maintained green as an accent for her new one!

15. Healin' Good Precure

The designs are lovely and elegant, theres nothing inherently wrong with it but it's visually weak compared to its predecessors and descendants. I don't have much to say because there's just not much to say about it, to be honest. It's just kind of generic.

14. Smile Precure

I love the wild and creative hairstyles and the hair wings but that is really the only unique visual aspect to Smile. Also questionable transformation tool that markets wearing makeup to young girls which I know isn't new but still feels patriarchal and groomy. 😅

13. Soaring Sky! Precure

I have mixed feelings. I really dig Cure Sky's design and it's cool for the protagonist to be blue this time! I'm not into the puffy arm bands but the cape adds so much flare! Cure Prisms' softer design bounces off Cure Sky nicely and she looks great!

The other too... I despise honestly lol. It's cool we finally get a boy Precure as a part of the pack and that he isn't stereotypically masculine but his hair and outfit feels so unflattering. Cure Butterfly's outfit has the same issue with Doki Doki Precure and the merged arm sleeves are unsettling to me.

12. Delicious Party Precure

The style is meant to have festival vibes with traditional design elements which is a cool idea! It's a fun burst of colours with a cohesive theme but it doesn't stick in my mind. I wish all the girls leaned more into the cultural aesthetics but besides Cure Yum Yum (who I think is one of the best Precure Designs overall), they're mostly Victorian-esque which should've been unique to Cure Finale. Speaking of her, although I like her design, I also have a gripe with the blonde hair and blue eyes because it feels Eurocentric. And when her normal appearance is dark haired, she honestly feels white washed to me...

11. Tropical Rouge Precure

I love the designs and they gave such a unique concept, I just don't end up feeling strongly about this series. The designs feel a bit busy to me although I do love that Cure Summer isn't predominantly pink. She has a very unique look but other than her, everyone just feels like another iteration of past precures.

10. Suite Precure

Cure Melody and Cure Rythm slay, their designs are perfect! I love the music concept and their appearance bounce off each other just as well as Cure Black and Cure White did. The other girls ruin the cohesion for me, tbh and I don't really like their outfits. 🫤

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

anyway one of the sale games I got was Bore Blasters, a little uhh, something, by the guy that made Void Scrappers, a survivors game with a shmup flavor with a focus on very high speed rather then the crawling pace of normal survivors games

looking at the trailer I'm sure you can see Why I got it; dwarf game. You fly around and shoot little blocks that are clearly more valuable then the blocks surrounding them and they shatter and fly into you and basically it's dopamine, I was expecting another survivors like more or less. I'm sure I was also cluing in on the fact that you are surrounded by terrain at all times and this shakes up the survivors game model in a fairly unique way but I mostly liked void scrappers, saw that their next game was Dwarf Game, and gave a pity wishlist. Wasn't expecting much. But what I got was an almost like, "campaign mode" survivors game with elements of motherlode, that old flash game that has been oddly influential on indie games I suspect.

basically you start at the top in your gyrocopter and go down, at the bottom is a big chest, opening it ends the level and unlocks a new upgrade (there's loads of them by the way, and only a few of them are generic stat upgrades). It goes to the world map and all of the adjacent locked levels open up and you can go along. Many stages have a side quest that relays a basic little plot about (space) dwarves v (space) goblins like nearly every other dwarf game. Stages closer to the edge of the map are deeper, have more enemies and your fuel and health gauges become a more pressing concern. Cash from the ores you dig up is used to upgrade your boat in a survivors like fashion (though it being a more major aspect of the game it doesn't feel like nearly as much of a chore). Another additional benefit is that this means stages do not last 30 minutes, enforced, which I love, because a survivors like stage run can last almost an hour after you spend all the time in the menus picking shit. Bore Blasters gets in and out pretty quick, and it's much easier to enjoy in small bursts, which is great because I feel like survivors games really lend themselves to that sort've thing, but many of them demand such a huge grind that those single runs don't really feel like much. Bore blasters feels a lot better tuned, to me.

I was expecting to play the game for like an hour before I moved on to other stuff and I played it for almost four times that, well after the dopamine hit wore off. Honestly I think it might be one of the first larger offshoots of survivors games that we've seen, given the terrain blocks your shots, but does not block enemy movement. In hectic situations reacting quickly to enemies coming out of the walls is important, and it spices up the combat in an honestly pretty compelling way (for a survivors game, that is). I wish more of them weren't just hitbox monsters but like honestly a really solid game from a dev that has basically no reputation, it's not a huge groundbreaking release but it's solid and I think it shows a good handle on what is enjoyable in these little top down monster blasting sims, removes a lot of the cruft from the initial genre (like the other major genre variant, brotato), and adds a bit of extra onto it, I was really impressed.

also the game dev's studio icon is a flaming skull with glowing eyes so that's also very good

[bobelblogger]

The Lost Realm

Clamgams half shells with legs.

Blood Ape                   Rapetor hybrid Raptor Pack

Breeze 'Bree' Ariss                            Breath 'Brea' Flamid Pyrod Flamid

Because the idea of this happening while the titular character is present doesn't fit, refer to these stories as the B.J.G timeline, after the creation of the realm before the entry of said protagonist. (remove)

The entry of a comet into the sky heralded woe and misfortune just to start, such an event would prove disaster laden to any area the object impacted upon, moreover it's what was riding in the comet that would cause the most destruction, it drew closer and closer as it crashed tumbling into a foul bog hissing and smoking.

Twin sparks flicker in the pitch darkness gave rise to a swaying form who took breath and burst into flames incinerating the foliage around it as trees bowed blackened as it became aware it was first hungry and second hot for a mate, third inquisitive.

'This thing is strange, it had thoughts and is alive?'

'well that's the supernova calling the sun bright isn't it?'

'Things often don't need reason to act as they may, they just do on instinct or by will.'

'We are therefore proof that will is reason, we saw our plight and made a instinctual choice to save ourselves.'

'So this thing we shall observe for the time being, as one does to better understand it's process.'

'That is a bad course to follow, wait for it to do something horrid and then what, ask it to stop.'

'Meaning observe for a weakness by tailing it, it's living flame, nobody can't touch it even if they wanted to.'

"Umm, gust of wind, smother with dirt, a heavy rain fall, you think those would do the job, it's a walking ember."

"Most would think that, but its far from the only methods we have to employ, a chance for someone to change."

"My sapling broke before I even had a year, now I'm out of my element, why not send me?"

"You're not out of your element, you are exactly where you belong until the time to plant your seed comes."

'Let me go, it's my turn out anyhow, let me see what this thing is and what it wants.'

'You must only watch, if you intervene the consequences would be calamitous, no extra blessings on you."

'Fine just leave me flight, quicker to move and be stealthy and if this thing attacks me I can escape.'

'Done, let us unseal the boundary and be gone, speak to anyone in the area and bring news of its movement."

'Oh look it just ate a leech, now it ate another.' If it's possible to mentally gag she did.  'I will be leaving now.'

As a spirit blessed with air she could modify her form to be stiff or lax, blow things and make her voice soft as a whisper or loud as a torrent along with flight swift as shadows before the sun, unseen as a star in daytime.

"In my task I set forth---oh how rude of me--for a second I, anyway the names Breeze Ariss, call me Bree."

Her voice echoed as she took form amid the smouldering remnants of bushes and shrubs.

She looked about in awe at the realm she inhabited but had rarely seen much of, taking off with wings of wind to follow the stench of brim and ash, little knowing the way or what she would find at the trails end.

A really big cloud nearly grazed her as she blew by in haste to get the word out, she plowed through a flock of birds on their way to nest, to whom she whispered an apology.

Scouring the ground with her far flung vision, spied many objects on a sandy shored cove near a wide lake, descended to treetop level into dense foliage, a dozen very large white clamshells lay in semi circles along the sand seemly to soak in sun, some appearing more dull or shimmery as the rays hit them, unimaginable.

Seeing no threat took a deep breath and blew a medium wind across the sand to stir them as none could see her current form, within a moment one moved and unburied itself, standing on two sleek feminine appendages ending in four digits, legs and foots if she recalled rightly.

"Shellby, Shelley, Shellsa, Shellma, Shellode, Shellynn, Shellsea, Shellucy, Shellisa, Shelltir, Shellfay, turn over!"

In unison all burst from the dunes and stood on long legs with glowing circles at the joint were foots met legs.

Shaking, stretching and dusting eachother as the main clam walked up and down the rows and checked each one.

Making whispy noise began to rebury themselves in the sand a ball of flame from the foliage began assaulting them.

The freak doused its gripping part in the sand to seize a clam about to dive by the leg and dragged her foot up to its face, tickling with frivolity for a straight minute until she opened up coughing up a shimmery orb that glowed on hitting the sand, intrigued let her go and looked at it, then jumped another and gave them the same treatment, crackling roars like a geyser blowout, was it amused?

Bree found the sight weird yet was oddly intrigued and if she believed her eyes the thing deprived five of their orbs before letting them submerge to safety in the water, taking the gathered items in hand and in one motion gobbled them up, tapping its gripper on its chest burped and ran into the jungle as she swiftly made to follow.

The water pulsed and moved with a malevolence Bree sensed something gigantic as the tides flooded the shore she stood on watching, two streams of bluish mist poured from within it using such force as to float the whole oval ridged hulk into the sky and up until it vanished.

Sprinting like the wind after this flaming freak using the limit of her blessing blew across a smelly bog over a rocky ridge and two raging rivers, she whistled through purple and pink blossom vine curtains until she found signs of charred and burned shrubs which she parted to find the infernal hothead attempting to wrangle what appeared to be a big lizard thing that was running in zig zags with smoke rising from its tail and back chortling clearly in pain, with a mighty blast of her nostrils sent the burning baddie tumbling as another lizard thing emerged from the brush and following from above this hairy white and red creature leaping from the trees shrieking as it hurled stones.

The burning turd simply stood and watched bit before setting a fern alight and absconding into the bush again.

The second teamed up with the first as they turned chasing the lone hairy beast behind some foliage the noise morphed from screams and roars to hoots and coos, Bree looked about in worry as the bush went silent and held still. -----------

Silvery tinted folk wearing colorful robes come to climb the highest peak, serenade their deity to be given wishes.

In doing all that they pollute the environment with semi awful sounds and litter and lewd acts.

"Chord, Overlord of Lyricism, Conductor of Valvana's Host, Master of Minstrels, Most Honored, In thy name."

Maestro white robe       baton         47

Maestra black robe        baton         46

Sibling Harm red robe      drum         31

Sibling Onia orange robe   fiddle        29

Sibling Bari yellow robe    mandolin     30

Sibling Tone green robe   accordion    32

Sibling Bass blue robe      xylophone   34

Sibling Alto purple robe   harpsichord 25

"Sibling sings true."

"Sibling sings false."

"By Chords Tempo."

"Six Step Sibs Serenade Sweetly So Sun Shine Shall See Song Sorrow So Save Skin."

"Stay single file and keep quiet unless I motion so, Maestra keep order at the rear." A tall man in pure white robes with a hood barked to red robed man. "Harm, beat in three four, step in time."

A short curvy woman in black hood robes drew one stick like thing from her sleeve as the man in white did the same.

"Ave Maestro, if anyone falls out of formation has to go it barefoot, breaks will be permitted when we stop so use the buddy system, if you lack in discipline," She paused. "punishment will be mercilessly swift."

Six more in red orange yellow green blue and purple stood with objects slung along the back or side, eight total.

Bree

Red and Orange robes left soon after green and blue followed them, leaving yellow, purple, white and black at the mountains base.

Far from Harm, orange was accosted by the two in green and blue, parted her robes and poked her supple udders.

"What flavours have you got for me today?" Knelt in the gold grass as they stood on both sides of her with robes flapping in the wind wearing looks of mirth and eagerness as she delved into their folds, emerging with two fat silvery stems firmly in her fists with lips pursed into a O rhythmically slicked her grippers up and back down again and again as all three swayed together in the bizarre act.

Placing both to her lips while groaning the hood slipped from her head was caught by blue, who replaced it and green guided her into licking and kissing both with lavish attentions unbecoming of a maturely mannered maiden.

"Liquorice and caramel, tart and bitter to the taste, equally delicious." Smacking her lips and remarked lively.

"Sure hope thee oral talents have improved since last played, commence the performance, Sibling Onia."

'what were they doing, why do it and why was she watching them?' Breezy pondered. 'Could it be me?'

'Get this thing to take care of these invaders for me, the spirits will bind him and leave me free in reward.'

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'For your crimes of blessing a dangerous being aiding in the murder of eight mortals and the eruption of a dormant volcano leading to destruction of acres of land, I sentence you to under binding with your gifts stripped and only this creature for company.'

"That's not fair, sure my methods sucked but it got the desired result, anyway what's a few hundred acres here or there that's nature."

'That reasoning is exactly what got you here, methods or results pale when loss of life and unrepentant spirits are allowed to go unpunished, understand your folly and maybe in time the cost of your actions will be repaid.'

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Daily life of two caged roommate's in a maze in a hole a buried under a mountain suspended in time.

You think the fucking would be pretty awesome right? they got pretty burned out by round sixty I mean, How much can two persons do the deed before the trysts become stale, some extra kind of stimulation was in order.

"I'm 451 sparks old as ash by my races standards Pyrod spoke squarely "So how young are you, whisp of wind."

"Get lost Pyrod

"I deserve to be blown! before anything else, I'm in heat so get on your non existent knees and do your duty."

"Go suck yourself Pyrod, I don't love or need you, get the fuck away from me, your not worth two shits."

[goldsmile-ent]

I'm just talking, feel free to jump off at anytime...

Hey, thanks for reading. Even if you only read up to here, thanks.

Anyway, so I am working on something. Im finally up to the first big pump in my story. Lily is about to awaken her powers by complete accident and I have been REEEEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLLLYYYYYY have been waiting to get to this point.

Lily doesn't have much access to magic. At least not yet anyway. Well, through complete accident, the poor girl gets hit by a big ol' magical energy burst.

The previous chapter to this one, The unposted chapter 10, I introduced Lily's departed grandmother. She died a few years prior to the start of the story and Lily missed her passing. Not because they were fighting or anything. Just couldn't make it before she passed on. The two were close and she was the most supportive of Lily's rockstar dreams. The fact she missed her haunted Lily.

Well Lily is about to find out that she is a being known as a Quila[Coy-LA]. Basically people who draw their magical power from the living spirit of the world. That means they are incredibly powerful naturally with access to magic normally people don't. Quilas are more a myth due to some forgotten history. Unknown to Lily, being a Quila is a hereditary trait and the last Thorne to be born as a Quila was...



You guessed it, Lily's grandmother! She was born under the needed conditions, namely being born under strange circumstances. Now when I say strange, I don't mean good or bad. Just strange or unusual. She is the only female child of her siblings as well as the only single birth [She has 10 twin brothers with her being born between the 2nd and 3rd set of brothers.] There was no trace of elemental energy confirmed it to Lilac. That's why Lily has a name that starts with L.

Okay, sorry I kinda got lost in the weeds. So yeah, Lily gets hit with a magic nuke and gets knocked of her body. Yes, knocked out of her body. During this state, the rabbit...fuck Lily is an anthropomorphic rabbit I have a picture around here somewhere. Anyway, the rabbit sees the hidden item that caused this to happen. I'm not going to go into the thing rn but lets just call it a magical windchime...because it is. There, in this black all encompassing void, she hears the voice of her grandmother before seeing her appear holding the chime.

I want to play with her softness and vulnerability. She's a rambunctious, loud, fun loving and irreverent. She has very few regrets in life and believes life is too short to dwell on things. The moment she sees the ghost of Lilac, all the confusion of the moment melts away and its just teary-eyed calls to her. The two speak a little until:

"I'm sorry I can't be here with you. I was so happy to know you carried our gift," Lilac closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She held the chime up as the whispered chanting started again, "Know that, while I may not be by your side, I am always with you my little bulb."

"What? No..." Lily stammered out as she felt her feet leave the floor of the void. She repeated her last word as more hot tears poured from her eyes, "Please, Memaw! Please!"

Lilac flinched at the sorrowful pleas while trying to stay focused on the matter at hand. Gathering her thoughts, Lilac spoke the echoed phrases in full and clapped her hands, letting out a powerful crack.

This sends Lily's soul hurdling back into her body and kicks off the arcane furnace resting in her chest.

Thanks for listening. I just needed to get it out. I appreciate your time.

[variousqueerthings]

me reading this book in a day instead of doing any work? more likely than you think

@mage8 it's a book called "getting married in buffalo jump" on which a Paul Gross movie was based. the book is... very different to the movie in that they are practically different genres, i can now say

the movie is about a woman from the town of Buffalo Jump, Alberta, who moved away to the big city when she was a young woman to study classical piano playing and has returned to her family ranch upon the death of her father. she decides she's going to continue ranching, as she wasn't satisfied with her life in said big city and her career never did take off, and while there she reconnects with a man called alex whom she vaguely knew in school, who is now simply incredibly hot, just absolutely stunning (this is actually relatively plot important, and also true) and also very sweet -- he's helping out on the ranch. the man (PG) then suggests pretty early on that they marry in order to better take care of the ranch and despite initially not being into the idea -- she really just wanted to have sex with him and he's not having it, alas for her -- she realises it's a good idea and agrees, but literally everyone in town thinks he's pretty much worthless for any number of reasons: poverty, not educated enough, anti-immigration sentiment (he's second gen ukranian), and most importantly, he got a girl pregnant when he was 17 and then ran away from town for x amount of years. the only reason anyone can imagine she wants to marry him is because he's kind of a stunner, and there's a whole bunch of gender-reversed objectification that's fascinating in the story. also he's basically a horse in the shape of a man -- anxious, shy, easily spooked, and she's a horsegirl so... all of this gets sorted out, the main character, the hot guy, and the (now grown) woman with whom he had a child have a whole threesome undertone to them, they get married, the end

IN THE BOOK, the main woman never left town, she's got a bit of a naive awkwardness to her, she teaches at the kindergarten, and there's all around more of a... "well it's a good thing you're getting married to this reasonable man with a good head on his shoulders" type sentiment that... hmmm, wasn't as fond of that. she also bursts into tears a lot ANYWAY she gets propositioned from this hot guy, alex (second-gen ukranian-canadian, soft spoken, withholding, also a horse, like his movie counterpart) and is like "hmmmm idk" and discovers that in his past, he and his siser were basically in love with this guy called benedict, who was the brother of the (in the book 15yr old) girl he got pregnant before he was run out of town by benedict and his own father (benedict for... many reasons, we'll get to that, and his father because he's super racist against native people and benedict and annie (the girl) are both presumably blackfoot considering the town it takes place in). it is very textual that they were both in love with this guy called benedict - "the strange communion of those who loved benedict malone" is how the main character at one point describes it (also at another point it's really suggested that the guy she's marrying didn't have any girlfriends as a teen because benedict got to him first... fascinating. there was also a whole canonical blood brother pact which is... rituals galore) this guy benedict was a real messed up guy, and everyone whom he sucked into his orbit he abused - his sister first, then alex and his sister marfa, then other girls, and then eventually he killed a woman he was seeing and hanged himself in jail and all the survivors are real messed up about it all and don't talk about any of it and the book is really about the main character getting to the bottom of all of their traumas and in a way the whole wedding part of it is almost secondary to this main plot? and there's no real threesome element to the lead character, annie, and alex, in the way there is in the movie, except for the way the lead is so very bisexual all the time

so movie: more of a romantic drama book: more of a romantic thriller

the book is both more and less queercoded than the movie, in that we have those kinds of quotes above (there's also a fair bit of the main character comparing the sister of the man she's marrying to him and being like "well they sure are both good looking siblings!") and the heavy heavy subtext between benedict and alex, but a lot of the interpersonal dynamics are a bit... pettier, a bit crueler, and more stereotypical

there's a lot about anti-native and anti-immigration sentiment in there, which i think the author had some interesting ideas about, but much of which ages.... In An Interesting Way. it was written in 1988, i don't know what the situation in canada was like at that point vis a vis the types of narratives that existed, especially about native people, but in this case also immigrants, but certainly the whole plot of "benedict was so twisted up about being native that he just had to abuse everyone he knew and his sister was pulled from school for getting pregnant at 15 and is now an alcoholic, just like their mother was, also all of these ukranians are drunk and leery and many of them beat their wives...." -- it's not necessarily a book I'd recommend if you'd rather not hold all of that, is what I'm saying, but i do think it was interesting and had some cool interpersonal dramas + it's descriptions of landscape were great!

the movie is very charming, and I'll probably base my ideas of the characters more on that in the end, but it was a fun sunday read, with a lot of meta cultural information

(i cannot stress how much everything about benedict was excised from the movie, he is not a part of any backstories or any part of the drive of the narrative, it's not the same story at all)

reading "getting married in buffalo jump" and while i do think the movie is overall stronger in characterisation and avoiding stereotypes and pacing, my goodness does the bar scene give us about 10000 more sapphic moments for me to think about in my fic

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 71 - outdoors fashion in 1925

Last season, last chance for Violet to stroll up in masses of fur. Although she doesn’t do a lot with the chance because she mostly repeats two coats from the last couple seasons, the lilac one with the white meander trim and the pale blue one with the lacey lapels. I’m not sure why, after five seasons of an ever-increasing wardrobe, they suddenly take a step back, but there we are.

Violet’s new walking suit this season could honestly use a little more color. How does everyone get so inclined toward beiges and greys now? It is a little blue in the right light, and the embroidered applications to her collar, sleeves and pockets are nice. I just wish it wouldn’t leave such a washed-out impression. Check out her sweet new hat though! A big square aigrette with black feathers, a lace ribbon – I may not love the hat shape, but I love the decoration.

But Violet wouldn’t be Violet if she didn’t go big one last time. This is more of a cloak than a coat (different than two others that I’m saving for special occasions because she introduces them at the weddings), and it seems to be made of a ton of grey velvet and another ton of just fur. Definitely for chic evenings and entertaining a minister, and luckily Robert didn’t get a chance to spit blood on this one.

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A walking suit for Isobel of which I would probably have a higher opinion if she had anything in this category for the season that is not grey. This is her dark grey walking suit to which she wears the zigzag-trimmed shirt; in a moment, we’ll see her light grey walking suit to which she wears the zigzag-trimmed shirt. Whatever. I like the black applications to the pockets and cuffs and in the back of the coat, my only point of interest here.

For the most part the same shirt, a different walking suit and hat. I guess if you squint and put the right light on it, the skirt, lapels and cuffs could pass for a lavender shade, but honestly, it just looks grey and streamlined, and I have seen this one entirely too often, so now not even the buttoned elements catch my fancy anymore. Uhm, nice hat? The first two or three times I saw it, anyway.

A pretty simple dark grey or black satin coat that she curiously only wears to the Dinner Of The Burst Ulcer. It’s nothing special, but then I really don’t see much of it here. It sure has lapels.

Would you believe it, a grey coat. In all fairness, this is some very pretty damask. And it’s another of those 1920s coats like we’ve seen on her walking suits that only buttons all the way down at the hip. I also admittedly like this wide sort of collar better.

Hurray for gray. And I do quite like the lower half of the coat, grainy and small as the shot may be; that is some nice decoration. Only, when it comes to the collar, it really doesn’t look great up close. It looks like the paper folding a kindergarten child does for a garland. I don’t know why it looks like that. Previous outfits incline me to think that both people in the 1920s and costume makers for the show were able to do decent rosettes or spiral coils even with the pleating, so… Why does this give such a sloppy impression? Sweet hat though.

Wasn’t sure if I should take this into the festive occasions post because Isobel wears this coat to two weddings, but I think she also wore it in everyday. Not that there’s anything special about it because it’s just grey felt with some black fur slapped on it. I do like the arrow shape of the cuffs, and she bought a new hat for the final wedding with some black lace and glittering blue beading and… a triskele in rhinestones? Okay, I’ll take it.

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I almost want to praise Lady Shackleton for bringing a little brown into Grey Country, but girl, what is that hat? Why is one side of it so crunched; did you sit on it before you out it on? Oh well, at least the flowers match the embroidery on the coat lapels and cuffs, and while she’s still marching up in Edwardian blouses, the coat shape definitely says 1920s.

Much nicer, her coat for a dinner with the Crawleys. There’s just something about black-and-white combinations that catches my eye. It’s the most basic play at contrast, but it works. That collar looks very fancy, although I cannot quite tell if it’s a fur or an especially fluffy velvet.

[brainsforbrunch]

The Dungeon Master (18+)

warnings!: smut, 18+, swearing, fluff at the very end, no spoilers (I think!), fem!reader/listener, kink names (slut, whore, good girl, etc.), fingering, penetrative sex, smoking weed, choking, oral sex, reader is 18+!

description: a short smut fic based on (this audio), after teasing you, your DM and neighbor Eddie Munson confronts some hidden feelings

a/n: this is my first real smut writing (it has not been proofread yet so there may be mistakes) I would be glad to do other characters so feel free to leave suggestions (i will do most characters [adults only ofc]) Enjoy! ❤

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"Alright guys you get home safe! " Eddie closes the door after saying goodbye to the last of the members and takes a seat back down on the couch with you, taking the lit blunt you had been smoking.

The Hellfire club had just finished off a campaign in Eddie's trailer with an epic battle between your party and a fire elemental. You had done him a solid, helping him clean up after the group, in return you two decided to let off some steam, not like you had to earn his stash anyway.

"Hey, thanks for helping me clean up tonight" Eddie brings the rolled paper to his mouth and takes a long drag

You let out a soft laugh "No, thank you, that session tonight was amazing".

Eddie's eyes light up, he always loves when you enjoy his campaigns " Oh I know, you got so fucking lucky. I mean you completely obliterated that fire elemental, and it was so many more levels than your entire party"

He gives you a big smile and chuckles "I mean who needs power when you're that lucky! Two nat twenties are kidding me" You roll your eyes playfully at his comment.

"You know, I'm really glad you joined the party. It can get pretty dicey with all the testosterone driven egos in the party, I'm glad you enjoy it, get the hang of things"

He shrugs a bit and offers the blunt back to you "For how long we've known each other it was only a matter of time before you joined my little dnd cult".

You raise an eyebrow and take it between your fingers "Cult? Really? Very interesting Munson".

He puts on that signature smirk and leans in a bit closer to you " Yes, it is a cult... And I am your God" he lowers his voice at the last part before bursting out laughing "Yes yes, hail me".

You pull away from him a bit, you could already tell he was trying to to push your buttons with his constant teasing "Oh cmon, I kicked your campaign's ass tonight" you say firmly.

He chuckles to himself "You really know how to run that mouth of yours. It would be a shame to give your character another run in with the fire elemental, I wonder if your dice would save you this time" he stares directly into your eyes, enjoying the slight glare youre giving him

"Or how about an evil evil tentacle monster" he glides his fingers against the side of your thigh while you take a drag "Mm, maybe that's for a private session".

You choke on the smoke in your throat from your surprise, god, he knew exactly how to make your body riled up. Collecting yourself, you give him a hard punch in the shoulder, making Eddie burst out laughing.

" Ow! I'm just kidding, you're so cute, are you blushing? Y'know your half-elf might appreciate this battle"

He leans into your ear after looking you up and down, examining your glorious reactions to his teasing "you seem to enjoy the thought of it, sweetheart".

He stays there for a moment before pulling away and clearing his throat "Oh we should be getting pizza for tonight by the way, horror movie Fridays and all".

Eddie and you had a tradition since middle school where you would lay together on his couch and watch horror movies, often quarreling about which flicks are superior.

" You want to order Ed's? I think we should get a half and half" You hold out the blunt to him

He nods, taking it and stands up, picking up his phone

"Yeah sounds good, hang on one sec".

As he types in the number you press a finger into his side " Ed, do the voice, pleeease"

He rolls his eyes playfully and dabs out the blunt, shushing you as it rings. Eddie clears his throat and puts on a surfer bro accent, as he orders he keeps slipping up, trying to hold back his own laughter.

After ordering he lays down with you, you gently place your hand in his and rub small circles "So what are we watching tonight Munson?"

He smiles a bit "Oh, Evil Dead, for sure mixing horror and comedy like that is talent".

You shake your head " What about the scary movie-"

Eddie shushes you, cutting you off by putting a finger to your lips "No no shh you don't know what you're talking about, the scary movie franchise is horror themed comedy, it's totally different"

You give his ringed finger a little nibble, successfully making him remove his hand "well what about scream? What do you have to say about that, hm? " you glare at him playfully.

He shakes his head "Ah scream is a thriller, if anything, has fantastic writing though".

You roll your eyes " Finally, we agree on something, but since you have a opinion on it, who's your favourite character?"

He laughs a bit and nods "Oh Sid, hands down and Dewey is a close second but that's just because he's a funny man child"

"I can't say I'm surprised you like ghost face, you did mention you had a crush on Billy" he smirks.

You shake your head "Oh my god Munson, I did not, you're lying"

"Yes you did, I remember because you were cooing about him the entire movie"

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and lowers his voice "You like how he talked, like some sexy stalker"

The feeling of his warm hand and his eyes piercing through you makes you squirm while he talks, clearly falling for his game again "I- get over yourself Eddie, I did not"

He let's out a satisfied chuckle, knowing he's already getting the reaction he wants "Don't deny it, I can see your lip quiver and your chest heave, who you kidding princess?"

You feel can feel his words make a dampness between your legs, he was already making you needy "S-shut up".

You yank a bit on his curls in a attempt for him to quiet. "Hey, stop" Eddie plasters a smirk across his face "What? Is this voice turning you on? Making your heart race"

He leans into your neck, his lips inches away from your ear "Mm what if I get closer, you like that? "

You let out a small whine and stay frozen in place, you wish he'd just do something, anything. Your thighs squeeze together and press up against him, searching for friction

"But hey that's just my interpretation y'kno- " Eddie's heart begins to go faster when he feels your plush thighs up against him "Ah uh, it was all just acting"

"It's just so much fun to piss you off" He pulls away from your neck and smiles

You roll your eyes "Seriously, you get such a rise out of this"

"Your face gets all scrunched up in a pout and it's uh, it's really cute" your eyes meet as he admires you silently

The two of you stare into each other for a moment before you break the silence "Hey Ed's, uh what are we?..."

His eyes widen and he nervously chuckles "Oh- so we're doing this now? Alright"

"Well uh we are neighbors who watch movies together and make brea-breakfast for each other uh- and play dnd together"

You give him a soft smile. He always seems to finally become as nervous as you when you bring up your relationship, it's cute how he slips on his words.

"Look, don't mind me practicing my improvisational skills, please, so i-"

You lean in closer to him, thighs now straddling his leg. Leaning in close to his face, you shut him up. It's so nice to see him squirm for once.

"What are you doing" he chuckles softly

"What do you mean?" you move your hand to rest on his shoulder

"Your face is very close to my face and you're practically on top of me"

You start to rubs circles on his shoulder as your eyes continue to pierce through him "Hm? "

He takes in a shallow breath and adjusts his leg to cover the bulge growing in his jeans "Did- my Billy impression really do it for you"

"Seriously, or are you just forcing me to confront some hidden feelings" He stops for a moment and hooks his fingers into yours "Y'know just forget I said anything, please?"

"Hm, why? " You take your hand off his shoulder to clasp your hand into his

"Why? Well you don't think of me like that, I mean why the hell would you- "

You suddenly close the gap between each other, clashing your lips and teeth together. Eddie let's a small grunt, surprised by the sudden kiss.

He then releases his hand, placing it to the back of your neck and pulling you closer. His tongue glides across your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.

You part your lips allowing him entrance, you whine into the kiss when you feel his hand run down to your waist, gripping firmly.

Eddie's cold rings dig into your skin, he groans into the kiss "Fuck-, y/n you taste so good"

After your lips part from each other, you rest your forehead against his, both of you panting.

"Does this mean your feelings have been stewing too? "

You let out a quiet giggle "I just kissed you Ed's, I think that shows I like you. Do you like me? "

He places a small kiss on the tip of your nose "yeah of course i like you, I've liked you for a long ass time, just never had the balls to say it". He moves his other hand down to your waist and joins them both together " It sure as hell didn't help that I got jealous everytime I saw you bring guys over next door."

"Jealous? Really? Eddie Munson was jealous over me"

"Yeah, I'll admit I got jealous" Eddie shrugs "It didn't help also that you were...loud, seemingly even when I was busy"

You bring your hand up and cup his jaw "Do you hold it against me?"

"No, I don't hold it against you" His grip tightens on your waist, the cold metal of his rings on your skin "It just made me rock hard when I was trying to focus"

You run your fingers through his hair becoming needier as he continues "Ah fuck-, my mind just went a little wild wondering what you were doing behind those closed doors".

He breathes out against your neck " I just couldn't help but wonder if I could get you to scream my name, if given the chance"

You whine quietly "Mm, tell what you would do, tell me how you'd make me scream"

He let's out a soft chuckle "What would I do? Man you are full of questions today aren't you. I'm glad you asked"

Eddie places one of his hands in your hair, and the other in the dip of your back "Well first I'd make sure you were comfortable, rub your shoulders, run my fingers through your hair"

You let out a shaky breath and lean down to kiss his neck, leaving small marks to the skin before pulling away.

He then rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it down slowly "Then I'd kiss you, gently at first"

You lean down closer to him, both of your lips barely touching, your chest heaves as you get closer, the look you have on your face practically begging Eddie to close the gap.

He runs his hands up and down your sides making sure to move slower when he gets to your hips "And then I'd get more daring with my selfishness, like this" he slowly moves in, closing the gap between you, gently sliding his tongue into your mouth.

Your tongues intertwined, you give him the occasional nibble on his bottom lip, causing him to groan "Mm- god youre driving me crazy princess"

You continue letting out your quiet moans in between kisses as he runs his hand down your body, making your back arch "Shiit ah- I'm to high for this, you get me so needy Ed's"

"Aw my girl's needy? Tell me what you want me to do y/n, tell me while I ran my hands down your body, I might go past your waistline if you let me" he glides his hand down your stomach, stopping at the hem of your skirt.

"Yes- please Eddie, just do something" you grip your hands into his hair as he tucks under your waistband, cupping you gently

"I can whisper all sorts of things in your ear, naughty things. Whatever I think you want to hear" he leans into your neck leaving soft kisses behind your ear down to your collarbone "I'm not sure if you're patient enough today for that sweetheart"

Eddie breathes out a deep moan against your ear as you run your hands under his shirt, feeling his chest and stomach. He bites on your neck, fingers slowly sliding into your underwear "that's a good girl"

You yank his hair a bit and buck your hips slightly as he cups you, letting out soft moans into his ear.

"Oh? You bucked your hips when I called you a-" he chuckles quietly to himself and you feel his hot breath against your ear "a good girl "

He continues to suck at your neck, occasionally nibbling at your ear lobe. "I know what you want, say it loud and proud as I cup that hot little box of yours" Eddie now looks at you, his brown eyes piercing into yours "tell me you want my fingers inside you"

You hesitate, it's humiliating to beg but god is it worth it if your begging Eddie fucking Munson, and he knew it too. "I-" your hands grip into him, his shirt bundled between your fingers.

"Do it, do it, do it" he chants, giving you a kiss before smirking "cmon y/n, be a good girl, tell me how you want me" Eddie glides his finger over your entrance, edging you on.

"Oh god- fuck I want your fingers inside me, please Eddie, hurry"

He let's out a laugh and slides his digits inside of you, slowly pumping in and out of your pussy. He places his thumb firmly against your clit as he speeds up his movements "you dirty little slut, I knew I should've had you earlier"

The feeling of his cold rings pressing against you and his low words send a jolt through your clit, making you squirm. "Your innocent eyes told me everything baby, especially when you'd prance around my trailer in boxers and a bra, god that made me so hard"

"I cant tell you how many times I wanted to just bend you over and fuck you on the counter right there"

Your walls start to clench around him and you reach for Eddie's arm, digging your nails into his tatted skin.

"You getting close? Aw good girl's getting close" he pulls out of you for a moment, flipping you onto your back. You whine at the loss of his fingers and he chuckles, leaning down to throw your legs over his shoulders "trust me sweetheart, this'll get you squirming"

Eddie laps his tongue over your slit, placing his mouth over your clit as he returns his fingers to your core. He gets you back on your high as you feel him work at your clit.

"Your so close, so needy princess" he continues to pump his fingers in you, his movements faster this time. The warmth starts to pool in your stomach again, as you begin to reach the edge, your thighs press against each side of his head "Eddie, Eddie Ed- Oh god don't stop baby"

He reaches his free hand to push under your shirt, massaging your breast in his cold hands "Beg me, beg me to cum". Eddie replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing soft circles around your ball of nerves" Ask me for permission"

You can feel your eyes start to glaze over as you run your hand through his hair "Please Ed's, let me cum, I'm- begging you"

He smirks and continues his work, placing his mouth over your breast and licking at the sensitive bud. Just as you start to tighten, he removes his digits and brings them up to his mouth, sucking off the slick.

"Ed- why'd you stop" you whine out, throwing your head back at the loss of the fullness.

Eddie looks down to see your pleading face and laughs when he sees a slight pout form "Why'd I stop? " He leans down and places a kiss to your collarbone "Atta girl, you cant cum unless I let you, that's why. Aw don't pout sweetheart, you'll get to cum soon".

He sits up and removes your legs from his shoulders, he glides his hand over your stomach "it's just that my cock needs to be inside of you when you do"

Your chest heaves as you watch him lean next to the couch, grabbing a condom out of the drawer. Eddie places a hand under your skirt and hooks his finger on your underwear "can I take these off princess?" He gives you a smile when you nod and slides them down your legs. After they're removed he stuffs them into his back pocket. Yeah, youre probably not getting those back.

Eddie then hikes your skirt up, rubbing at your thighs "so beautiful y/n..."

You mutter under your breath "I think youre the beautiful one Munson"

He then reaches down into his back pocket, pulling out the tin foil wrapped condom you know so well.

Eddie slowly rips open the wrapper with his teeth with one ring clad hand while undoing and removing his belt with the other. As he pulls down his boxers, you sit up and start to peel his shirt off of him, leaving kisses all over his chest after throwing his shirt to the floor.

You take the condom out of his hand, looking up at him for permission. He gives you a nod and as you work to slide it on him, he grabs your waist, running his hands up and down your body. He then suddenly grabs you by your thighs, pulling you forward to position himself between your legs.

You let out a yelp, surprised as you you fall back against the couch. "Aw you are so cute when you cry out for me" he let's out a low laugh and massages your thigh, his rings pressing into the plush skin.

He kisses right above your belly button, leaving a trail all the way to your chest "Beg me to fuck you, to rearrange your insides"

You glide your fingertips down his stomach, making him shiver "Im all ready for you" you push yourself forward to grind your hot core against his length "Please Ed's, touch me"

He takes a hold at the base of his cock, lining himself, his tip prodding at your entrance " that's my girl, you gonna let the DM slide into you? Such a good slut for me, hm? " he thrusts forward gently, groaning at your tight walls around him.

A wave of pleasure jolts through you as he hits the right angle. Eddie starting to slowly thrust in and out of you, you curse under you breath letting whines and little moans pour out of your mouth.

He slides one of his hands up to your lips, letting you suck on his ringed finger, your mouth hanging open. "Fuck- I had a feeling you liked to be treated like a little whore, I could hear your moans on those lonely nights. Begging, aching, to be filled with a proper cock." Eddie's groans get deeper as his thrusts speed up, snapping your hips together "Oh god- that look you're giving me is making me crazy y/n"

You bite down gently on his finger and laugh "Hm? Does my stare make you nervous Ed's, go faster baby, I can take it" you grind against him, making him throw his head back.

He hisses through his teeth as he bucks his hips into yours, the friction bringing him to the edge "God, I gotta calm down, youre gonna make me lose it-" he grunts under his breath as he slides his hand down to your clit, pressing firmly against it. You feel as though you can't stay still as he slides his fingers through your folds, flicking at your clit.

You grab a hold of his wrist pulling on it to relieve the over stimulation washing over you, whining out as he rubbes circles against your nerves. "Move your hand princess, I got you" you release his wrist and clasp your hand to your mouth, covering the sounds that spill out.

Eddie removes your hand from your mouth moving it up his chest, stopping at his throat "I like hearing those moans, scream louder for me sweetheart. I want the whole neighborhood to know I'm using you as my little fuck toy." He grips your fingers around his throat and groans as you apply pressure, your nails leaving little marks on his neck. "God- yes mm!"

As the sound of skin slapping echos through the room you feel that familiar warmth start to wash over you. Your moans grow louder as Eddie speeds up his movements. He leans down to your ear, his hot breath beating across your neck.

You grab a handful of his curly locs, yanking on them as your high starts to come over you. "Your so close baby, is my girl gonna cum?" He let's out a throaty moan, your hot walls around his cock "Cum for me, let me see how I've ruined you"

You eyes roll back as you lift your hips, pushing against Eddie's length. "Fuck- fuck fuck, so good" your words coming out through breathy moans. Your release suddenly comes over you, the jolt of warmth washing through you.

"Good girl, you're practically dripping for me" he slides his hands down your thighs as you ride out your orgasm, his calloused fingertips making you twitch. He glides his thumb around your entrance, pressing where you connect.

You let out a shaky whine and cover his hand "Hey quit- that feels weird asshole"

"Can you open your mouth for me princess? Good girl" Eddie chuckles and leans down slipping his tongue into your mouth when you connect. He gently takes your bottom lip between his teeth as you kiss, pulling away from you.

You place a peck on his jaw before he rests his head in your neck "My turn, you alright for me to finish sweetheart?" He whispers in your ear, his lips grazing against your neck.

You let out a quiet giggle "I'll be alright, just let me see your face when you cum" you wrap your legs around his waist, pressing him deeper as he raises back up from your neck. His brown doe eyes staring down at you as he begins his thrusting into your core.

You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him inside of you, the friction now even harder to control after just cumming.

Eddie slides his hands up to your chest, running his hands across them and pinching at your sensitive buds "Mm, so good baby, I can feel you already clenching back around my cock." His voice rings in your ears as you listen to his moans, his deep throated grunts bouncing off the walls.

You take a hold of his hands, clasping them together with yours as they are pinned to each side of you "You getting close baby?" You lean up next to his ear "Cmon, finish for me Ed's. Fill me up with your load"

"Ah god- shit I'm gonna cum, please" His grip gets tighter in your hand as he snaps his hips harder against yours.

You laugh against his neck "good boy, give it to me" you raise your hips slightly, giving him access to fuck out his high.

Eddie let's out groans into your ear as his thrusts get sloppier , his nails digging into the bedsheets. He finally arches his back, his release washing over him, leaving him a fucking mess in your neck.

He quietly hisses as he pulls out of you, laying down next to you. "Well that was fucking nuts! How'd you feel? "

The both of you start bursting out laughing, "Damn right it was Munson, I don't think I can feel my feet"

"I guess you could say I hit all the right places then, hm? y/n" he plants a kiss on your cheek "I wasn't to rough on you then? "

You lean in close to him " 'Course not, you were just right" you sweep the sweaty hair out of his face, sticking out your tongue at him

Eddie shakes his head and smiles, pulling you in close to his chest.

"Yuck, you're all sweaty Eddie" you pinch his nose and lay against his chest

"Mm I know, we're both sweaty. That's not the only juices we mixed tonight if you get what I mean" he wiggles his eyebrows at you

"Youre quite the cuddle bug l/n. So does that mean this will be another event of Friday horror movie nights and all?" He cups the side of your jaw

You give him a soft kiss and bite his lip as you pull away "Whenever you want, I'm sure as hell not letting you go now ed's"

He rest his head on top of yours, running his hands through your hair "I can't wait to make you happy".

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