#arcane was such a fun watch aH

[kazutakas-pinch]

Arcane AU

Yuiji

Yuiji is from a well-to-do family that oversaw an airship trade vessel operation in Piltover. They had minimal influence over politics until Jayce introduced the Hexgates. They gained a ton of power and influence out of nowhere and Yuiji was dragged into the family business with more urgency than ever. Before, he was happy doing mundane inventory counts and maintenance checks on the airships. He detests the politics that he has been suddenly exposed to. He's begun running away from home at inopportune times and maybe wandering a little further than he should be.

Yamato

Yamato was originally from Zaun, but his talent in Joltball found him recruited for a Piltovan league. (Idk, Joltball is soccer in Piltover, but imagine tech footwear and a more dimensional field with obstacles) He's constantly ostracized and isolated by his topsider teammates. He's persisting to bring back money for his folks, and he's just hoping to continue with the sport until he can afford to buy a house for his family in a more affordable neighborhood in Piltover and leave the sports league behind. He finds himself hanging out on rooftops and staring at the airships above for a sense of escape.

Hongou

Hongou's family is a very influential family in the world of politics, but he has so many older siblings, that his role in the family hierarchy is fuzzy and unestablished. He often ditches family functions (without much flack) to attend concerts, art installations, and sports events. He's Yuiji's best friend and he's incredibly good at distracting Yuiji when the young scion is supposed to be conducting an airship inspection or drafting an important letter to a trading competitor.

Nacchan

A young Zaunite tinkerer who is apprenticing under a clockmaker. The business is actually doing fairly well since it has drawn a decent amount of customers from the topside. Growing up, she spent a lot of time with Yamato running through the fissures and climbing into abandoned buildings. She built his earliest sets of Joltcleats and more than a few of them short-circuited and starting sparking when they definitely weren't supposed to. Yamato still visits her to get his pocketwatch tuned up. Nacchan always asks Yamato to bring her back Piltovan pastries back when he visits.

Seki

A Joltball player in the same league as Yamato. He's from a well-off family of architects and Joltball is just a hobby for him. When he's not practicing, he's studying to become a politician. He hopes to get to a point where he can be a policymaker and write laws for the good of Piltover. His initial goal was to focus on housing laws, but meeting Yamato (the first Zaunite he's ever talked to) made him start to think things differently. After matches, he began hounding Yamato to take him to get coffee and get dinner. Yamato initially refused, feeling that he was getting targeted for being a trencher (he was), but eventually relented because Seki was so persistent. They eventually became good friends when they got past their first impressions of one another.

Mayu

A young recruit in the enforcers. She got into the force through sheer display of skill, but her higherups still won't give her any major or dangerous assignments due to her age. She's usually plopped into checking tickets for cable cars and other public transport. Sometimes, she's monitoring security for trading goods. She's always terribly bored and upon meeting Hongou who would chat up a storm during her patrols, she became fast friends with her new source of entertainment. She would also soon befriend the young, drowsy-eyed scion who visited the airships for routine inspections.

Sakura

His parents are Zaunite engineers who moved to Piltover before he was born. His whole life, they've tried to assimilate into Piltovan norms and did everything they could to raise Sakura as the model Piltovan citizen. He's exasperated with his parents' obsession with image, but he loves them otherwise and is happy to take up the family business. He's currently working with them to design Joltball fields and arenas. When Yamato joined the League, Sakura's parents were insistent that Sakura not interact with him, but when Sakura noticed how lonely he was, he couldn't help but approach him.

Akiyama

Originally from a Noxian family, Akiyama ran away/was banished (?) (the story changes depending on who you're talking to) to Piltover because the tech and gadgets would be more suitable to a "soft" person like him. Being estranged from his family, Akiyama was happy to start a new life in Piltover and managed to score well enough in the exams to enroll in an engineering university. When he meets a sour-faced kid who barely goes to class and leaves early one day because he "has a job with his parents", Akiyama ditches class too to see what's going on.

[mossangelll]

Late Night Call

pervy man x innocent reader blurb

a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah

been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>

enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+

his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.

“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”

your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.

he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you’re tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.

needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.

easy prey.

his hand palms over his rock hard dick, it’s been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldn’t care less about; he isn’t even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.

at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if you’ve caught him red handed.

but then he remembers that it’s just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and you’re back to talking again. perfect.

his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what you’re wearing. no that’s too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.

“helloooooo still there?” you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming he’s finally managed to fall asleep. you don’t bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.

he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because you’re unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.

eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely won’t be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didn’t just come seconds ago.

good thing you didn’t end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.

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tomura shigaraki, dabi, takami keigo, togata mirio, kai chisaki, l lawliet, kei tsukishima, koshi sugawara, kenma kozume, satori tendo, yuji itadori, satoru gojo, denji, chrollo, hisoka morrow, shalnark, katsuya serizawa, reigan arataka

masterlist

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- claggor

don’t go

[arcane] [main page] 🔞⚠️content warning⚠️🔞: SMUT prompt: Claggor is jealous of an old friend of yours who rarely comes into town. He doesn't hide it either. containing: afab reader, fem receiving oral, unprotected sex, pull out method, vanilla tbh.

“I’ll be right back.” Claggor tells you, going off further into the market to get the both of you drinks as you were looking over artwork. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You beam, now left alone to admire everything. 

The two of you have been flirting for a while, it honestly feels like a game of tag. The only reason he’s at the market with you is because you lied about needing a new mirror for your room and needed someone to carry it for you. You’ve been waiting for this man to make it official. Or at least end this so you can move on with your life. You knew for a fact though that you weren’t going to be the one to say a single thing. 

As you were looking over a booth full of mirrors of all different shapes and sizes you felt someone come up from behind you. Confidently thinking it’s Claggor you turn around with a grin. “I think this is the one- oh… Caspian?” You furrow your eyebrow. “[Name], I was hoping I was right when I saw you!” He laughs, opening his arms expecting an embrace. You eye him up and down but then eventually give into it. Squeezing him. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” You exclaim excitedly. 

“Yeah, been off doing random quests.” He jokes, pulling away with a lopsided smile. “Right, how has that been?” You fold your arms, curious to know. “Eh, y’know. A lot, maybe I can tell you over dinner. Tonight?” He boldly asks and you purse out your lips. 

You really didn’t have anything to do. You were kind of hoping to have a night with Claggor but you also haven’t seen Caspian in three years. You can always spend time with the boy tomorrow. With Caspian you never know when he’s going to stay or leave town. With a shrug of your shoulders you answer him. “Yeah, I know the perfect place to go!” You say, pulling out a little notebook and pencil from your bag you scribble down the address before ripping the page and handing it to him. 

You didn’t see Claggor there, holding both yours and his drinks with a scrunched, annoyed expression. Slowly making his way over as the two of you talked. “Hey! Who’s this?” Claggor speaks up, handing you your drink and you thank him with a cheerful countenance, immediately taking a sip of the beverage. 

“This is Caspian, the one friend I told you about! He travels overseas.” You remind him, subconsciously leaning into his arm. Your friend notices this between the two of you and holds back a small grimace. “Ah, sorry, don’t really remember. I’m Claggor.” He sticks his hand out, the boy in front of both of you places a fake smile upon his lips. Taking Claggor’s hand bitterly. Giving it a rough grip. “Nice to meet you, who are you to [Name]?” 

“[Name]’s… boyfriend.” He hesitantly answers and your eyes widen, utterly shocked by the words. “Oh no way, man. Congrats to the both of you. I was just telling [Name] here how we should chat over dinner tonight.” Caspian finally rips his hand away from Claggor’s. Both men seething with irritation. 

“Really?” Claggor glances down at you and you nod your head. “You should come! It’d be so fun!” You gleam, taking another gulp of your drink. Oblivious to the two’s behavior as you’re still caught up in the fact that Claggor called himself your boyfriend. “Ah, we’d understand if you couldn’t though.” Caspian comments, only adding fuel to the fire. 

“I’ll be there. No worries about that!” Claggor stands up straight, he toward over your friend. “Great! Can’t wait to see the both of you later tonight then. Say, 6pm?” He cocks his head to the side and you nod your head. “Perfect! See you then, Cas!” You say as he’s already walking away. You turn around back to the mirror you had your eyes on. 

Claggor watches your demeanour, did him calling himself your boyfriend scare you off? Was that an idiotic move? Did he ruin this between the both of you? 

But those thoughts quickly disperse at the next couple of words that exit out your muzzle. “So, boyfriend of mine, carry this mirror for me.” You teasingly smack his arm, pointing to the object with your drink in hand. He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re fine with it?” He questions and you stick the tip of your tongue out as you pretend to think. “Mmm, I’d like to be properly asked out but I’m fine with it.” You hint to him as you head over to the booth owner, giving them money for the mirror before leaving. 

Claggor carrying the body mirror in one arm as the other is snaked around your waist. Listening to you yap about how excited you are for later tonight. Only causing his chest to ping with jealousy. He doesn’t know why, genuinely he’s not a jealous person. But seeing you with Caspian who was clearly trying to flirt with you just… bothered him. 

And as you unlock the door to your apartment, letting him in first and you tell him to just place the mirror down against the wall. Needing to figure out a good place to put it in your room. 

“Want to hang out until tonight?” You offer, throwing your bag on your couch as you head to your kitchen. “Of course I do.” He scoffs, awkwardly standing in your living room as if he hadn’t been here plenty of times. 

“No need to be so sassy.” You giggle, searching around in your fridge, boredly. You didn’t know what to do, with a sigh you closed the door. Standing straight up to now see Claggor behind you. “Have you ever had feelings for Casper?” He tilts his head and you give a confused guise.

 “Caspian? Haha! Are you jealous?” You poke his side. Going to move past him but he doesn’t let you. “Answer the question, Angel.” He lowly orders and you look taken aback at first but then you attempt to hold a smirk threatening to appear on your lips. “So what if I have?” You ask with an “innocent” expression. 

“I don’t want to go to the dinner.” He suddenly pouts, his strong standing demeanor suddenly vanishing. You chuckle, holding onto his arm. “Claggor, I have never felt a single romantic feeling for Caspian. He’s a friend and nothing more. But if you don’t want to go to dinner tonight. That’s okay.” You pat his chest, finally able to move around him, heading back to the living room. 

A frown still graces his face as he follows after you. “But you’d still be going?” He inquires and you look back at him with raised eyebrows. “Yes.” 

“Could I change your mind?” He traces a hand up and down your forearm and shivers shoot through you. “And how would you do that?” You ask, intrigued now. “It would be worthwhile… I promise.” He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips. 

You bite your bottom lip. “Your jealousy is making you think very lewd… things.” You whisper as his lips now hover over your own. Your breathing was ragged and racing. “Not my jealousy, only you.” He disagrees before pulling you into a kiss. Closing the gap in a quick motion. You gasp against his mouth. 

The two of you have kissed before, it was always short and sweet. Nerves within the both of you always cut things before it could lead into something further. You lift yourself up, holding onto his shoulders as your leg swings to the other side of him. Now straddling his lap. 

Your lips lock with one another, impatient and expectant of more. Your hands glide up his neck to his hair as his own grasp onto your hips. Subtly roaming down… and down… until they’re holding your ass. You giggle into the kiss, peaking an eye open. Feeling his own smug smile against your lips. 

Your perk your ass out even more, indicating that you wanted more but it also causes your core to gingerly rub against his already semi-boner. He grunts quietly from the friction. You feel it too, it was too pleasurable to not do it again. Discreetly you make your hips rock back and forth, lolling onto him. 

Your fingers massaged into his scalp, feeling through his hair as you continue to grind your pelvis over his clothed private. His large hands knead your doughy, globular ass, finding true enjoyment in it. He can’t help but think how Casper… or whatever his name was would love to be in his position right now. 

You withdraw from his mouth, puffing out air as your eyes examine his face. “I need you.” You murmur, pecking his parted lips. “Need me?” He quizzes as you fervently, eagerly nod your head. “Mhm, please.” You mewl out, plantering kisses all over his jaw. “So greedy.” He pops his hips up to get closer to the edge of the couch. You let out a small noise at the movement causing him to smirk. “Let’s go to the room. More comfortable.” He holds the bottom of your thighs. His fingers were close to your aching cunt. 

You nod your head but you go straight to his neck, ambushing it with kisses and little suckles. Definitely leaving faint marks. 

Entering your room he lays you down on your bed but your legs still wrap around his waist. Your hips in the air. He laughs at you and you reach your arms up. “I wasn’t done!” You complain but he just gently pushes your wrists away, throwing his shirt off. 

Your mouth shuts, you want to clench your thighs together but can’t. 

You do the same, ripping your own shirt off, not wasting time as your bra goes with it. He gawks down at your naked chest as you proudly show it off. “Touch me.” You whine, wiggling your hips on his. He obliges, leaning down to give you what you want. His hands go straight to the mounds on your chest. His mouth latching onto your nipples as well. Taking turns with the both of them. You lay your head back on the bed. Closing your eyes at the feeling. 

He was subtly rutting his hips against you like before and moans escape past your lips. 

“So pretty” He mumbles, his hands sliding down your body to your pants. “I want to take these off.” He huffs, forcing you to release your hold on him with your legs. He roughly yanks the clothing off, not even a warning before he does it. You were bewildered by the boy. You haven’t seen him act so… horny before. He’s teased you on countless occasions, but he was so respectful. Tasteful? Right now he is full of yearning and ferventness. 

Your legs were still spread to either side of him so he could fit perfectly between them. Giving him the view of his dreams. He didn’t give you time before his face was right in front of your soaked pussy. You lifted your head to stare down at you. Claggor peers up to you before smiling. 

“Can I?” He asks and you glare at him. “Don’t make me wait. It’s rude.” You sternly tell him. Partly joking but mainly serious. You were antsy now. There was no backing out. There was no stalling. You wanted it. Needed it even. And so did he. So without skipping a bit he dives into his delicious meal ahead of him. 

His tongue swirls over your folds and your hands immediately find their way to his hair. “I’m so glad you got jealous!” You cry as he begins to eat you out. 

It felt like whatever you thought of heaven to be like. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Toes curling. You wanted to feel angry with how he held this from you. The magic of his mouth. You truly were ecstatic that he couldn’t handle his own grown boy emotions of being jealous of a childhood friend of yours. 

He hums into your pussy at your words, grumbling about what you had just said to him. 

But even with how good it felt you had to push his face away from your cunt. “I need you inside me, I can’t handle it.” You roll your hips forward, almost off of the mattress and he snickers at your neediness. “I need to prep you, angel.” His thumb rubbed up and down your thigh and you jut out your bottom lip. “I can take it. Promise.” 

He clicks his tongue, bearing his teeth. “As much as I want to, no, [Name].” He shakes his head and your face falls in disappointment. His mouth was coaxed with your juices and his eyes fell back down to the reason for it. “I’ll be quick” He swears as his fingers go to your cunny. 

His middle and ring delicately sliding down from your clit to your hole. Purposely antagonizing you by being slow. 

As his digits enter inside you his tongue reattaches to your clit. Playing with it. His fingers scissoring inside of you, stretching out your walls. 

Your liquids make squelching noises, starting off quiet but growing ever-so-quickly. He focused on your gratifying spots. Hooked on them, not giving them a break. He learned and adapted quickly to you. Studying every fidget, every moan from your vocals, every twitch of your cunt. Educating himself on what you enjoy. And what’s going to get you closer to your sweet, sweet release. 

“Sweet angel, that feel good?” He mutters against you and you let out an incomprehensible bunch of words. Nonetheless answering his question though. Your muscles tightened in your thighs as you held them in the air. Tummy flexing and you wanted to scream out from how you feel. 

“I- ‘most there!” You squeal, your nails puncturing your own skin on your hips as you hold yourself. “Good girl, cum all over my fingers.” His fingers thrust in and out of you, going back to sucking on your nub. “F-fucking- idont- mmm…” You babbled consistently, not able to do anything else as your body squirmed the closer your orgasm approached. 

And as that wave hit, you were seeing stars. Your mouth held open, the air in your throat not even able to exit. Your cheeks are flushed and warm. 

And even as you cum he’s lapping up every ounce of it. Not letting any of it go to waste. 

As you calm down from what felt like a once in a lifetime ejaculation you lay there almost lifeless. Numb to his mouth that wasn’t letting up. “Claggor…” Your hands grasp at him, weakly shoving him away. “S-stop…” You whine. 

“Alright, angel.” He coos, going back up, kissing you sweetly as his hands worked on pulling his pants down. “Before I give you what you want… Tell me we’re not going to that dinner tonight.” He gazes down at you and suddenly the post-orgasm drunkenness you felt completely dispersed. Your eyes landing on him. “What?” 

“I don’t want you to go.” He tells you truthfully and you giggle. “Claggor… fuck me and I’ll give you an answer.” You wrap your legs around him and push him forward. His weight landing atop of you and you grin. “[Name], but I said-”

“Fuck, Clags. Please.” You interrupt him. 

He couldn’t deny you at that. Swiftly he pulls his cock out. Spitting in his hand before rubbing it on his member. “There we go~” You sing, mouth watering at the sight as he lifts himself back up to line up with your tight, glistening hole. 

He scoffs but still gifts you precisely what you crave and wish for. Sheathing inside of you, inch by inch. 

Your walls clenching and unclenching on him. He swallowed down roughly at the feeling. Still tasting you on his tongue. Once fully inside of you he keeps himself in place until you tell him to move. 

And as those words hit his ears he’s moving at a delectable pace. And as he does his hands roam all over you. Squeezing all over your curves. Getting to feel what he only thought he could imagine in his mind. Getting to experience it was something he had only wished for. 

Your smaller hands grasp onto his. Bringing them to your chest. His eyes were dark, glossed over as he admired every inch of you. Your eyes were shut, it was too much. 

“Look at me, please- wanna see your beautiful eyes.” He begs, squishing your boobs within his hands. Kneading and playing with them. You did as told, sheepishly smiling up at him. His heart fluttered and the only thing he could think to do is forcefully kiss you. Lifting your left leg over his shoulder. 

“Deep! ‘S deep, Clags!” You sob, claw at his arms. “Sh-shit! You’re really squeezing me, angel.” He groaned, this angle had him fighting for his life. 

“S-sorry…” You mewl, bringing your other leg over his other shoulder. Having a hard time keeping it in the air yourself. “Gonna cum soon, where do you want me?” He grunts as he asks you, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

“My mouth, wanna taste you.” You say, and seconds later you feel empty. Your hole gaping, clenching onto nothing. 

You hurriedly get off the bed, sitting on your knees, mouth open for him. Your own hand went to your pussy, swirling around your clit to reach another high. Your eyes were closed as you await Claggor. 

Tongue on display, he jerks himself off. “O-oh fuck!’ He crumbles forward as his semen spurts out. Velvet ropes of cum splattering your face. Barely hitting your tongue where it was supposed to go. 

At the same time your body trembles at your own orgasm. You smile as you lick up the cum around your mouth. 

As he catches his breath, he looks down at you. Now embarrassed at what he did as his ejaculation was in your hair and all over your beautiful face. Your already drenched fingers go and wipe at some of it. Putting it in your mouth and you sucked on them. 

“T’s real good.��� You inform him, standing from your spot and plopping down on the bed. He joins you with a huff. “Sorry, gonna have to thoroughly wash that out.” He tried to pick it out of your hair and you laughed. “Guess we might miss that dinner then.” You say with a knowing smile and he perks up. He looks over at the time and it’s only 3. 

He knits his eyebrows together, confused. 

“I thought you wanted to go?” He quizzes and you shrug your shoulders. “Found something more worthwhile.” You press a lip to his cheek. Getting his nut onto his face. 

You were going to have to call Caspian, hoping that he has the same phone number and let him know you weren’t going to make it. 

[gtgbabie0]

Vi from Arcane with reader who comes into the relationship with a child?

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Violet x Reader

Synopsis: {Your daughter asks Vi a very important question, one that leaves you both a little stunned} AN: momma Vi will always be famous. Thank u for requesting <3

Violet wasn’t sure if she was cut out for motherhood and all the trials and tribulations that came with it. She felt too rugged, too rough around the edges to care for a mini person— to nurture such innocence, it felt daunting, right up until she met your daughter for the first time.

Audra, your then three-year-old, who greeted Vi with starry eyes and a toothy grin— rounded cheeks all rosy, small chubby hands clutching a picture of both you and Vi. The words ‘family’ scribbled above messily in felt tip that was somehow smudged on her chin.

Vi remembers the embarrassment that creeped into your tone as you chuckled a sheepish— “Oh, well you know— I’ve told her a lot about you, obviously.” She also remembers just how choked up it got her, unable to say no more than a soft, strangled. “Wow, Thank you.” The sense of belonging was overwhelming, she never wanted to loose it.

From there on out Audra had Vi completely wrapped around her finger— the pair of them partners in crime, like now for example. Making a complete and utter mess of the kitchen as they try to bake cookies, emphasis on the try there.

“Oh!— oh, oh no, only a cup, peanut.” Vi practically dives across the counter, saving the flour before your daughter sends the whole bag over the tiled floor, it’s already coated her shirt and even dusts her hair— somehow Violet has also become victim to the flour.

You couldn’t help but smirk as your girlfriend shoots you a pleading look— the type that screams ‘please come help me’ as she tries to measure the ingredients whilst also trying to keep your daughter from sabotaging anymore of the recipe.

“Wow, I thought I said the pre-made mix would be fine.” There’s a smugness to your tone, a slight teasing that makes her chuckle sheepishly.

“Well, this is way more fun. Come on help me, please?”

“Yeah! Help mommy!— we’re bakers.”

“Ah, that's two to one babe, come on.”

And just like that they’ve got you cornered, pinned with their puppy eyes until you cave with a sigh— dipping your finger into the flour bowl before smudging it over Violet's cheek, payback.

Your gaze flickers across the ingredients that are scattered over the marbled countertop, not measured correctly at all— but you somehow manage to salvage it, just barely, seperating them into bowls.

“We’re making extra, extra, extra chocolate chip cookies, apparently,” Vi smirks, resting her hand on the small of your back, nodding over to Audra as she dumps a second bag into the batter— Violet had given up on the instructions a while back.

“You wanna tell your momma what happened to the first bag, peanut?”

She gives you a shy, sheepish smile— eyes gleaming with a sugary excitement and you already know. “I ate them all.”

Yep— your daughter was a sugar fiend, that much you were sure of. Vi would be responsible for her inevitable sugar crash and her cranky attitude tonight when she downright refuses nap time. In fact, you think she already knows her fate from the way she ever so tenderly caresses your hip and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek— trying to butter you up.

“Enjoy story time tonight.” Vi visibly deflates at your, but it’s all in good nature, after all, she loved doing story time— she got to put on silly voices and watch Audra’s eyes light up with excitement as she hangs onto her every word before watching her slip into dreamland, all thanks to her.

You don’t doubt they’ll have fun— it had become a routine of sorts ever since Vi moved in, one of the many jobs she’s taken on without a second thought.

It felt almost too good to be true at times, how she just helps without complaint— the way she keeps your little one entertained whenever you were too busy to, as if it wasn’t a big deal. And now, as all three of you snuggle up on the couch, watching Audra’s favourite cartoons, waiting for the cookies to finish baking, you don’t think she truly knows just how grateful you are of her.

Or maybe she does— the way she caresses your knuckles with the pad of her thumb, fingers curled around your palm. It’s a wordless admission that speaks volumes to you, the kiss she presses to the back of your hand, it’s love, the way her lips linger.

“When are you going to marry my mommy?” Audra’s innocent question doesn’t even register in your mind, you’re still caught up admiring Vi— then it does and you’re internally panicking, cursing toddlers' lack of social awareness.

You wanted the floor to open up and just swallow you whole as you hear Violet stutter over herself, trying to find the right words, but there aren’t any that come to her, just a bunch of umm’s and even longer errmmm’s.

“Do you love my mommy?”

“Of— of course I do. I- I love her very much, so much.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “So… when will you marry her?”

The pair of you seemed to be completely stunned to silence as Audra watches you both with wide, curious eyes— waiting for an answer that doesn’t come, just nervous chuckles and an awkward exchange of looks. Violets hand squeezes yours, solidarity against your four-year-old's heavy question and you squeeze back— feeling better if only slightly.

Then as if by some saving grace a ping! goes off and you’re standing up with a smile and making a beeline towards the kitchen— “That’s the cookies!”

Leaving poor Vi to face your child who is still looking at her expectantly— god, why does she suddenly feel like your four-year-old daughter was judging her?

“Soon— one day, soon. Hopefully.” Violet manages to speak, her eyes softening as she lets herself relish in the idea.

“Do I get to be the flower girl?”

“Oh— yeah, yeah definitely.” And that seems to be enough for Audra whose mind is quickly distracted by the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies, hopping off of Vi’s lap to skip over to the kitchen, leaving her to face all these emotions that make her heart skip several beats and her cheeks bloom the same colour as her hair.

[vampiresbloodx]

arcane characters react to you flirting with them;

characters included; mel medarda, caitlyn, vi, sevika.

a/n: it ended up being more of a confession for the most part :q

Mel medarda;

Mel is used to men hitting on her all the time. It happens more than you think and more than she likes. Even during times where it's less appropriate. When Mel first met you, she thought you were strange, in a good way, she liked you instantly. You were friends with Viktor. You had your wits and humor, she liked talking with you and spending time with you when she was supposed to be doing her work.

She couldn't help but linger around you more, you probably thought she was being a creep, but you didn't seem to mind her presence, in fact, you welcomed it.

The night she wanted to come and see you, you had surprised her with your own visit.

"hi-"

"hello-"

you both paused, smiling to yourselves as she stiffs a chuckle in amusement.

you stood there, biting down on your bottom lip.

"mel-"

"yes?" mel said, giving you her full attention.

"I think... you're the most beautiful woman ive ever met, i know you probably get that a lot, but your beauty goes beyond your looks that most people only seem to see of you, i cant blame them, you're a walking goddess, i dont even know why you would even speak to me.... I" you paused, closing your eyes as she felt her heart pick up a pace, as she watches you carefully gather yourself. "I like you. I know i could never be worthy enough to actually date you..."

before you could say more you felt arms wrap around your neck, pulling you in as you smelt her rich scent, you inhaled it in, hoping if this was a dream you wouldnt wake up.

"I've been hoping you'd come to me, I was going to tell you regardless, I'm so glad you told me."

then she kissed you. her lips felt way better than in your dreams.

Caitlyn;

You see a blue haired beauty sitting in a table not far from where the bar is, the place wasnt that loud tonight, which was weird for you. You've grown so used to the noise that the silence is a bit too much.

your other co worker, who was your friend, had finished their shift already and you were the last one left for close. people still hung around until late, business men, bikers, truckers coming in for a drink stop, group of girls coming in for some fun.

The usual.

You thought youve seen it all, then you laid eyes on her.

she was prettier than the night sky.

you wondered why she was sitting by herself looking so pretty in that blue dress, did someone set her up? did her date not come? that seems hard to believe why would anyone miss out on that.

You decided to go over to her.

"Did they not decide to show?" you started up a conversation.

Light and easy.

she looked up, not expecting anyone to talk to her.

"canceled last minute, i hope they crash."

you couldnt help but laugh at that, she smiled.

"Why would they cancel on someone as beautiful as you?" you asked, out loud, god you hoped she didn't think you were a creep.

"are you trying to fill their spot?" she asks boldly with a raised eyebrow, you stared into her gaze.

"I finish in 5."

you lied.

"Doesnt this place stay open for another hour?" she questions.

"so is that a no?"

"I never said that, see you in 5."

Vi;

usually vi would be the one to hit on girls, asking them out, taking them out on dates, flirting with them. but that all changed when she met you, a biker she fell in love with at first sight.

you had come into the bar she was already at, drinking away, she was in a mood, she had gotten in a fight and couldnt be bothered dealing with more idiots.

but you came walking in and stole her whole heart.

she thought you were a creepy man at first, trying to get in her damn pants, when she heard someone sit on the stool next to her, she wanted to curse.

but when she looked and saw you taking off your helmet, her heart stopped.

you caught her staring.

"Hi? is there something on my face?" you asked, nervous.

she wasn't expecting that.

"ah, i got it" she watched you wipe a bit off dirt away from under your eyes, she was captivated by you. "Can i get you a drink?" you asked.

thats usually her line. wait, did you just flirt with her? and she wasnt the one calling the shots?

she froze, blushing hard.

"you okay?" you asked, worried.

"yeah, yeah, uh, its nothing. ill have a whiskey."

"you like whiskey too? youve got taste" you hummed, she bit down on her lip hard.

she let you take her back to yours that night, and she doesnt regret it. neither do you.

sevika;

Sevika wasnt one to take compliments. But secretly, she had a soft spot for them. On the outside, shes rough, shes still rough on the inside, but she only shows those certain softness for those she really cares about.

She knew you for a lil while, you had come in working for Silco, she was obviously wary of you at first and kept her distance.

And a part of her always wanted to be near you.

It started with that and then it turned into something more, she couldn't stop thinking about you.

You couldn't keep your eyes off her whenever she was in the room, you felt your breath leave your body, she was a goddess.

After a few drinks, you couldnt stop yourself from going to the woman who sat by herself, you caught her eyeing you throughout the night.

Deciding your fate, you sit in the chair next to her.

"Sevika, I think you're really pretty.... like so pretty. You can hate me forever if you wanna, but I like you so much" you spilled everything to her, the whole truth, as she sat in silence and watched intensely. "wow, the power of alcohol, im.... ignore what i said, fuck, Ill leave you-"

you felt a strong grip grab your thigh, making you turn your attention back to her.

"Who said I wanted you to leave?" Sevika said with a grin, rubbing her hand on your skin causing your body to shudder from her touch. "You wanna follow me, hm, baby?" she murmured.

You nodded.

and happily followed her into the night.

[pricesgirl]

Mary Janes

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Arcane High school AU Jinx x female!reader

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Jinx

"You got the stuff?"

"Yes, dumbass, when do I not?" My hand dives into my pocket. Out comes the 5g of Mary Jane.

"Now this? This is quality. High-end." I waggle the bag. "Don't waste it. Got it?"

Today's buyer nods. He's a boy, tall enough, with the kind of face that might make him passable to get with. He's definitely, probably, bought the weed hoping to get into some druggie girl's pants.

"$20." I hold my hand out.

Cue the grumbling. Expletives.

But hey, there it is—the crisp twenty, right in my palm.

"Pleasure doing business with ya!" I grin, pocketing the money as the boy walks away with a newfound swagger in his step.

Dealing’s not hard—not for me, at least. Dear old Dad supplies the goods: weed, ecstasy, coke, sometimes mushrooms. I supply the school. Easy. Weed’s the favorite, though. Always weed.

Then—ugh. That sound.

Click. Click.

Mary Janes.

I grimace.

And there she is. Little Miss Expert Saboteur. Brows furrowed. Lips tight. Clipboard ready.

"Ah, toots." I peel myself off the wall, sauntering over. "Come to ruin my fun again?"

"Dealing contraband is forbidden on school grounds," Y/N has to push the words out It looks like it hurts her to even utter the word contraband.

I clutch my chest, gasp. "Oh no! A crime! A horrific, terrible crime!" I stagger back, mocking it up real big. "Lock me away forever, toots!"

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

She scribbles on that stupid clipboard, eyes all slitty.

"Ohhh, I see how it is," I sneer, stepping closer. "Writing me up, huh?"

"Knock it off, Jinx," she snaps.

I raise my hands. Innocent. Halo practically glowing. "What? I didn’t mean to offend Little Miss Brown Nose."

Clipboard. Thrown. Smack.

And she’s off. Stiff-backed. Nose high.

I pick up the clipboard. Flip it open.

"Jinx, dealing pot on school grounds again. Issue: week detention."

I snort. Same old crap. She’s such a kiss ass.

Me and her? History. Friends once. Used to be. Past tense. Before she became this tight-ass snob. Okay, fine—maybe part of it’s on me. Messed-up kid. Scary. Whatever. But the kicker? Silco takes me in, and just like that—childhood, fairy tales, besties—splat.

I chuck the clipboard into the trash and light it up.

Flick. Flame.

The fire snaps to life, chomping through her pathetic little notes like it’s starving.

I watch, arms folded, leaning back, enjoying the show. A grin creeps onto my face, sharp and hungry.

The flames crackle, roaring as they climb up the sides of the trash can. The heat bites at my skin, but I don't flinch.

And then—BOOM.

The trash can goes off like a cheap firecracker, bursting with a loud pop. I grin at the sight.

Her precious clipboard? Allllll gone.

"Oopsie,"

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Y/N

Gosh, gosh, gosh!

She just has to mess up everything all the time. And she just had to keep the clipboard, god knows what shes done to it, probably discovered a way to it into some kind of powder to snort.

And why on earth did she have to taint the school with her sketchy little deals, is it that hard to refrain from drug dealing on school property, apparently for Jinx its a severe struggle.

Gosh and to think i'd once associated myself with her, well... she was different then, less... deranged. She was Powder, but anyone with half a braincell could see the foundations of Jinx, the outbursts, the meltdowns... it was only a matter of time before she cracked... i just wished it was later rather than sooner i just wanted more time.

I slam the locker shut, hard enough to make it rattle. Ugh, why was I even thinking about her? Like, seriously, what is wrong with me? A fixation? Gross. Absolutely disgusting. I yank at the buttons on my shirt, finally grabbing my cheerleading top and shimmying into it.

"Whats going on with you today?" Mel nudges me making me jump. “You missed Caitlyn’s romantic musings. Again. Which as trivial as they are you seem to love.”

Caitlyn huffs, "They're not trivial... just why cupcake why does she persist with that damn name, but that's beside the point... what's going on with you, you've been blanking out."

"No, no, I'm fine, probably PMSing is all." I deflect leaning against the locker.

Mel, Caitlyn, and I have been tight since freshman year. Well, me and Caitlyn long before that. Her parents—the Kirammans—are, like, dripping in generational wealth. Private tutors, fancy everything, the whole deal. Then, because Caitlyn absolutely insisted, they finally caved and let her go to public school.

After the whole disaster with Pow—no, Jinx—we kind of just... found each other. Both of us needed normal, and we’ve been best friends ever since.

Mel's a senior, a year above us, but when we showed up at Piltover Community three years ago, she just... adopted us to put it simply. She’s a Medarda—her family owns part of the trust that funds the school. Everyone kisses her feet. Head of student council, Model UN, you name it.

Cheerleading practice goes by without anymore qualms until... Water’s spraying from the celling everywhere, that damn beeping piercing everyone's ears — the fire alarm. It’s not a drill. Cait and I would've been told, Mel would've given us the heads up.

But I know exactly who it is. Blue braids trailing behind a certain figure slipping out of the gym. She spots me instantly, turns around, and—the audacity—winks at me.

Jinx

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authors note: hey this is my first fanfiction on Tumblr, hope you like it :) please like and reblog!

[chubsonthemoon]

HELLO JAYVIK (fanbinding) NATION. I had four binderary projects planned this year. I finished one of them. This is not one of them. WHAT HAPPENED WAS I had binderary plans and then I watched the bear trap of a show that is Arcane. What happened was I tripped and fell straight into jayvik hell. Here I am now, a month later. Anyway!

This is the fantastic Talis, V. Talis, J. "Social Behaviors of Lokfar Peninsula’s Wild Mammals (Specifically Those of my Co-Author)" by @zillac! I had SO much fun reading and binding this--zillac's writing is some of my favorite ever, that perfect mix of hilarious and heartfelt, with spot-on voicing for everyone. This is a Tarzan AU and SUCH a delight--Jayce never gets rescued as a kid and instead gets raised by wolves (SEXY WOLFMAN JAYCE YEEHAW), and Viktor meets him years later on a research trip. The title is a fun spin on an academic paper, so in keeping with that theme, I went for a more simple/classical design and a stiffened board binding construction, which was new to me and SO much fun. I will definitely be using this construction again!

Some design fun facts! Blue and silver details are to match the icy climate of Lokfar (there's a line where Viktor is like "why are your [very strong, distracting, huge] arms bare when it's fucking freezing out?" and Jayce is like "Hm? Oh it's summer," which, CHILLS, no pun intended). Cover papers were hand-marbled by me at Renegade Retreat 2023 (I'm so happy I found the perfect fic to use them!). The endpapers are a bit translucent, which reminded me so much of the frozen glacier in the fic I just had to use them:

I also went for a different font for the interior--I've been using Garamond basically ever since I started fanbinding (which AH, it's my five-year anniversary this year! I should write a roundup post...), but I decided to try Alegreya this time around, and I really love how it changes the feel of the typeset.

Bonus ASMR flip-through! (I bought a ring light/phone camera stand, so now I can use both hands in my book photos lolol)

And that's all for today!! Thanks so much for sharing your work, Zil!! <333

[elliezlils11utt]

heyy obsessed w ur writing. (the tlou/arcane obsession is too real.)

overstimmjng sub! ellie PLEASE oml but like she’s reluctant w her subbiness yk? like she doesn’t want to give in bc it’s “embarrassing” or whatnot but yk she’s a sub at heart anyways LMFKAKAKAJ thank you baby <33

a/n: hi baby !! this is so fucking cute yess ! thank you for the request. I love writing dom!reader so this was so fun. hope you enjoy it sweetheart !!

‘awah, my poor baby all flustered?’

‘shut the fuck up, I am not.’

‘no, I don’t think I want to. plus your so cute when your mad baby’

her cheeks flush a deep red, she hides her heated face in the crease of her arm. you giggle watching your tough girlfriend crumble under your words.

‘what? no words baby?’ you tease, so obviously knowing the effect you have on her.

‘be quite.’ she defends herself, regaining her confidence after a slip of her stone top exterior. that you intend to chip away at slowly. she grabs your chin looking you in the eyes.

‘cut that shit out. okay?’ she’s so cute, thinking she’s so dom.

‘awah baby what happened to your little act earlier?’ you say, lifting your head up from her cunt.

she whines, gripping the sheets underneath her. her legs twitch when you dive back into her pretty pussy.

‘hmm?’

you slip two fingers into her cunt. she yelps out in pleasure. you look up to her face contorting, whimpering as you finger her. you kitten lick her clit, causing her to throw her head back. her back arches and her whines became louder. she tries to form a sentence but she js whimpers your name.

‘is my cute little whore going to cum? my subby lil slut?’

you enjoy being in control, watching her slick slide down your fingers when you call her a slut is so fucking hot. who knew your tough masc gf could be such a subby bitch? she cums with a cry. legs twitching and body shivering. her eyes are glued shut. she lets out cute huffs, breathing staggered. You fuck her through her orgasm. curling your fingers in her pussy.

‘fuck- it’s too much. pl-please.’

‘no, say your my subby slut.’

she try’s to wiggle away from your grasp but you hold her down.

‘say it.’

‘fu-fuck fine ! im ur subby. ah, im ur subby slut.’ she moans between each word. with overstimulation taking over her body you decide enoughs enough.

‘see? now, was that so hard?’ you pull out slowly. kissing her clit one last time before sliding her boxers back on and plopping down on the bed next to her. her hand covers her face. hiding the embarrassment.

‘you liked that didn’t you?’

‘phfff, ur lucky im tired bc if I wasn’t I’d fuck the shit outa u rn.’

“ha, as if you could.’ you giggle, turning to look at her you whisper in her ear.

‘subby slut’ you tease and kiss her cheek before going to get a wet rag.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Gale x Tav

words: 885 rating: T pairing: Gale x Tav summary: As in all things, it seems, you and Gale dance to the sound of your own music. tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, so much fluff, I hope you brushed your teeth today, You/Gale scenario, more gender neutral than the others

Ao3 - 1000 Night Series

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There were many things that you loved about Gale’s home. First, and most importantly, Gale was in it. Second to that was you liked all the ‘Gale-ish’ touches around the home. His books, of course. His propensity to collect shiny stones like a magpie under the guise of ‘research’ or some arcane activity, but in reality you think he just liked them. The wear spots in the kitchen counter where he stood to make meals, faded from constant use. But your favorite thing about the home, apart from Gale, was the view.

When he showed you visions of Waterdeep from his terrace on that first night they shared, you had been mesmerized by the view. Many a night your mind would drift back to that moment and think not just about being with Gale, but the memory of that view and how much you wished for it to be reality.

Now it was your. The view. The terrace. Gale. And just as you had told him that night, the reality was much better than the illusion.

Looking over the ocean. Listening to the waves brush against the sand. And, if you listened very closely, you could hear music & revelry from some of the bards and patrons at one the taverns down the road. Also enjoying the night air and peaceful moments left freely to them.

“What a brilliant scene.” you turned to look over your shoulder at Gale. Standing in the entry way. A soft, pleased smile on his face as he watched you watching the horizon. “The sunset isn’t bad either. What I would have given some time ago to make this vision a reality. I feel compelled to pinch myself.” You chuckled as you watched Gale move to take his place on his favorite spot. His eyes back on you once he was settled. “Enjoying the view, my love?”

“More the music.”

You tilted your head towards the faint sounds and Gale followed suit. Seeming to be straining to hear it, but eventually picking up on the notes drifting on the air. “Ah yes. Sounds like they’re having fun.” You agreed but said nothing as you continued to just listen. “Do you want wish to join them? I’m sure we could easily find which tavern all the commotion is at quickly with your tracking skills.”

The adventurer chuckled. “No. I don’t think so.” Though it did sound fun, you weren’t interested in joining. Just admiring. “It would be nice to dance though.”

“Oh, well that is a problem easily remedied.”

Gale stood up. A confident, cheeky smile on his lips as he offered you his hand. “Are you serious?” You asked in jovial disbelief.

“I’m no Wyll Ravengard,” he had clearly seen their Blade practicing his dance moves in an attempt to woe you, but for the sake of their friendship Gale elected not to acknowledge it, “but I can handle a simple box step.”

You grinned, then took his hand and let yourself be pulled into Gale’s arms. One hand linking your offered one together while the other rested at the small of your back. His eyes were completely fixed on you as they started to sway to the music.

The space on the terrace was small. Not a lot of room for anything dramatic in terms of footwork, but plenty of space for Gale’s simple box step. Your head rested on his chest. Lost in the movement and Gale’s scent, coupled with salt & jasmine that miraculously showed up on the windowsill potting plants after you mentioned once that you liked their fragrance. With your ear to his chest you could hear his heartbeat, along with a gentle hum of the music for a song that they can barely hear but Gale seemed to recognize.

You weren’t sure how long they were dancing for before you lifted her head from its spot and leaned up to kiss him. Their dancing stops, along with the music. Although, the music may have still been playing in the background, it simply didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered right now except you and Gale.

“It’s dark now.” You were confused for a moment after Gale’s announcement, but then realized that the sun had indeed finally sunk down past the waves. The sky not completely dark but a faded shade of lavender, bleeding into indigo as the lights from the other homes began to freckle the shoreline like stars. “Shall we go inside?”

“Not yet.” This moment felt precious. Like that moment in the Weave they shared and you first realized you had feelings for him. When he realized that you had feelings for him after you let your mind’s eye say what you couldn’t. When they realized they may both have feelings for each other. “Can we stay here a bit longer? Keep dancing?”

Gale smiled and was already starting to sway again when he told her, “Whatever you want my love.”

They dance until the sky & sea became a matching shade to darkness. Melding together like they soon would be. Neither one had to ask. It was clear they both knew where this was going. Still, the couple danced to the music and their own tune for a while longer. Holding to the moment for as long as they could while they held onto each other.

[honey-andmilktea]

✎ Neighbors: Chapter 4: Cookies & Introductions

🤎𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: OnlineInfluencers!BTS OT7 (Eventually) x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader, Model!Jimin x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook, Model!Jimin x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook, Artist!Taehyung x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader (If you squint), Artist!Taehyung x Model!Jimin x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook | 🌙𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, College AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, 3rd Person | 🖊️𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,695 Words | ✏️𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Not Edited! | ❌𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None(?)

🍁𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After fussing over meeting their new found friend, Taehyung doesn’t know how to feel about the girl. By coincidence they managed to meet but he doesn’t seem completely convinced.

👻𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐬: Woo! Update! Lol I'm starting to debate if I should start writing for Arcane too.

🐻 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“January pitches her voice over the noise: last year’s ghosts are dead, that’s reason enough to celebrate.” — Angela Lowes, ‘January is an Optimist’

He walked up to the house's shared office where he knew Namjoon and Jin were going to be at. He already had a semblance of what they were going to say to him, he really didn’t feel like talking about it. The crowd wasn’t necessarily a mistake, he was just having a little fun. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone or break whatever illusion of normalcy they were trying to build. He didn’t know how they were meant to live normally either, their faces were plastered everywhere and people knew them by name. He didn’t see the harm in walking around and flaunting it a little, maybe even getting a couple new fans to watch his videos and check out his modeling stuff. He let out a sigh as he knocked on the door and opened it when there was a soft ‘come in’ from the other side.

Time to get this over with.

When he walked in he was greeted with Namjoon’s disappointed eyes and Jin’s annoyance. Ah yes, the parents of the group. He expects no less. “Take a seat.” Namjoon says motioning to a chair that was positioned in front of them. Jimin couldn’t help but feel nervous now, he knew they weren’t going to hurt him but it felt like he was being interrogated for a crime. When he sat down is when the silence completely dissipated.

“You know what you did was stupid right?” Jin spoke up brashly while Namjoon put his hand up and looked at Jin.

“What Seokjin means is that, we wished you would have ran over what you were planning with us before you did it. It could have been dangerous.” Jimin’s tense posture from before eased up a little and he frowned looking down a little guilty. They were just worried.

“What if you got kidnapped! Or some person came and hurt you! What would we have done then?” Jin continued his anger from before melting down to worried eyes and a soft sigh. “We’re just worried about you.” He added on after a bit of silence. Jimin nodded and looked down, he didn’t want to apologize because he should be able to do what he wanted. He was a grown man after all. On the other hand though he felt bad, he didn’t mean to worry his boyfriends like that and mulling it over was a bit dangerous. It wasn’t a controlled environment and anyone could have been there. He didn’t regret it though, he managed to meet Chul. How could he regret that?

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t mean to worry you guys. It won’t happen again, I’ll fill you in next time I plan something like this.” It was a half truth and a sincere apology, he definitely was sorry but…he might forget to fill them in if he had another crazy stunt to pull. And his two boyfriends were aware of that, hence the looks they gave each other basically saying with their eyes ‘He’s not going to’. Jin shook his head but smiled a little, he loved him no matter how convoluted or stupid he could get. Namjoon also smiled, laughing a little and motioning Jimin over so they could hug it out. The tense and upsetting atmosphere simmering down now full of laughs and kisses. 

“Please be more careful.” Namjoon said when Jimin pulled away and he nodded agreeing to at least be a little more careful with his next plan. They spoke for a little longer about plans for the rest of the day and what everyone will be up to. With one last kiss to both their cheeks Jimin walked out the room. He peeked around noticing Yoongi wasn’t there assuming he went to his room to nap or to his studio. He hummed and walked to Jungkook’s room knocking on the door to see if it was okay for him to walk in. He’s had too many instances of walking in when Jungkook was streaming and didn’t need for that to happen again. Jungkook had stood up to open the door and gave his boyfriend a big bunny smile.

“How did it go?”

“Better than expected. They were just worried, you know how they are.”

“Do you still want to cuddle?”

“Damn right I do.” Jungkook laughed while Jimin smiled big, they linked hands and went to find Taehyung to add to their cuddle pile. Said man was painting something, neither one of the other two knew what but it seemed so important that it took Jimin and Jungkook to pull out the puppy eyes. The man sighed, falling victim to their cute gazes and grumbled.

“Fine. Let me clean up.” Both cheered and decided to help, more like Jungkook helped and Jimin sat watching as they moved around. Subtly checking out his boyfriends because hey, how couldn’t he when they looked so good. When they were done Jimin took both their hands and dragged them to his room also known as Taehyung and Jimin’s room since they tended to spend the most time together. They also piled in, Tae changing into a pair of more comfortable clothes than his smock and paint littered pants. Getting comfortable, Jimin in the middle and Jungkook and Taehyung on either side, they started having light conversation.

They talked about classes, professors and other random things. Such as games, food, and works in progress. They continued this light conversation with gentle actions, some tracing of patterns on exposed skin, soft cheek kisses. Everything was gentle and soft in that moment until at one point they started talking about Chul. “She seems so sweet. I’m glad we managed to make a friend.” Jungkook mused and Jimin nodded along.

“She also seems to not know who we are. And if she does she hides it really well.” This was a run over of their conversation in the car, they were speaking more about it to try and get Taehyung to agree to meet her. They thought if they fluffed her up and made it known she wasn’t a crazed fan he would be open to meeting her. Taehyung sat there not knowing how to feel exactly. He was glad his boyfriends had found someone new to talk to but he was always overprotective of them. He tended to be more closed off than the rest, not as much as Yoongi but definitely to an extent. When it was just Jimin and him he didn’t know how to feel when Jimin brought up the fact that he was starting to have feelings for Jungkook. For a while he had blocked Jimin out. It wasn’t his boyfriend’s fault he just had some trust issues he had to get over and when he managed to finally accept Jimin and Jungkook being a thing he somehow got pulled in as well and now here he was with 6 other boyfriends and he couldn’t be anymore happier.

But what if she’s different?

What if she actually ends up using them? Or hurt them? 

‘You’re getting ahead of yourself Taehyung. They’re talking about a friend, nothing more.’ He frowned to himself but tried to press a smile onto his lips. 

“She’s also really pretty. Come on Tae! You would like her.~” Jimin said trying to convince his boyfriend while Jungkook nodded his head. 

“She’s also a Photographer! You guys could bond over that.” Jungkook added in with a big smile and Jimin nodded quickly at that. Tae felt emotions stirring in his stomach as he looked at the two.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh please! Please!”

“If you don’t get along you don’t have to talk to her ever again. But at least meet her first before judging her.” They both gave him puppy eyes and he sighed. He was really a fool in love, huh? 

“Fine. But if I don’t get good vibes from her, I’m not spending time with her and you guys have to lessen your time around her.” They both cheered knowing that wasn’t going to happen and they had a good feeling.

A feeling that Tae would trust her straight away. They could be wrong but it never hurts to be a little optimistic. After talking about ways they could meet, they changed the subject and talked for a little longer before they each had to go their own ways. Each saying goodbye with a hug and soft kiss.

Taehyung tried to focus on his day knowing Jimin and Jungkook were blissfully unaware of his thoughts but his mind kept swirling. Wondering about what this girl could do to them and it was making him slightly sick. He tried to shake off the feeling and focus on setting up and getting ready for a Live he had planned for.

She couldn’t be that bad. Right?

It had been a couple days since the incident, Jungkook and Jimin trying everything they could to get Taehyung and Chul to meet. They asked her on days that Tae wasn’t busy and asked him on days he wasn’t bust. It always seemed that the other had something to do when the other was free and it was starting to frustrate the younger men. Jimin had gone pouting at Yoongi about it going to lay on his chest while the older scrolled through his phone.

“Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.” Jimin scoffed at that and disagreed right away. Yoongi rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “Then let it happen naturally. If you guys keep forcing it, it’ll never happen.” And Jimin actually mulled that over. Maybe he was right, forcing them to meet like this wouldn’t get them anywhere, letting them meet by coincidence or when everything falls into place would be better and definitely reap better outcomes. So that’s what they did, they let things go with the flow and see what happens.

Cul was in her kitchen running around with flour on her face and apron. Her phone was propped up with San, Wooyoung and Hongjoong on the screen watching her run around. “I still don’t understand why you’re doing this. It’s literally been, what, a month since they moved in. I bet your neighbors don’t even care.”

“Don’t listen to him, I think it’s sweet that you’re doing this for them.” San said, giving his boyfriend a disapproving look. Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and ate from the bag of chips in his hand as he let them chat.

“Plus, you didn’t have to do this for them so I bet they’ll appreciate the effort you put in.”

“I really hope they do like them. I tried to make sure they were allergy friendly, gluten free, you know so they don’t hurt anyone.” She pouted a little worryingly at her bottom lip while San chuckled at her and Hongjoong calmed her down, letting her know that it would all be fine. 

“Since you’re making them cookies did you make us stuff too?” Wooyoung butted in everyone going silent. Hongjoong and San looked at Woo while he just shrugged.

“What?!”

“Don’t ask things like that! It’s rude!” Chul laughed at her friends pulling the cookies out of the oven and putting them to cool. 

“It’s okay guys. I did make enough for you all too.” She smiled softly and laughed when Woo cheered, San shaking his head and Hongjoong just smiled with a small laugh at all of them. They kept talking like that until Chul’s cookies cooled.

“Let me know how it goes, if they’re rude I’ll go over there and give them a piece of my mind.” Hongjoong said playfully which made Chul laugh and Woo scoffed.

“As if your scrawny ass could do anything.” Hongjoong looked at him incredulously about to start an argument.

“Okay, it’s time to say goodbye before the girls start to fight.” San interjected, causing Chul to laugh louder and the other two started to throw offended comments at him. 

“Bye guys!~” They each said their own goodbyes before she hung up. She moved the cookies into a pretty container with a cloth napkin at the bottom of it. When she was sure it was well packed she grabbed a heavier jacket and scarf. Slipping on some boots and heading to the house next to hers. She took a deep breath at the door before raising her fist and knocked. 

She waited a second before groaning and realizing she could have rung the bell instead and did that hoping no one heard her knock the first time. She waited for some time hoping she wasn’t intruding on anyone's time. She stood there a bit longer before deciding to go, chalking it up to no one being home until she heard the lock of the door open. She quickly turned back and smiled big at the person being greeted with brown eyes and wavy dark brown hair. “Oh! Hello, um I’m sorry for bothering you but I live next door. I know it’s been a little while since you’ve moved in but I thought I should introduce myself!” She bowed to him. “My name is Lee Chul, it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she stood upright again and held up the cookies. “I made you all some cookies. I hope there’s enough, I wasn’t sure how many people lived here so I made a few just in case.” 

Taehyung was annoyed when he heard the doorbell ring, having been in the middle of streaming. When he didn’t hear another ring he let it go until Namjoon came down with crossed arms and asked him politely to check the door that he and Yoongi were bust and if he could do them this favor. He sighed irritated but nodded telling his viewers to give him one second and he muted walking to the door. He opened the door and looked unamused at the girl at the door. About to tell her that they weren’t interested until she started talking before he could. She was extremely cheerful for someone standing in the cold. It kind of irritated him but he couldn’t be mad when she looked kind of cute. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe with a bored expression on his face until she mentioned her name. ‘Lee Chul, huh? Is this the girl Jungkook and Jimin wanted him to meet?’ He tried to hide his smile at the massive coincidence and irony here. He bowed back and gently took the container. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. It was kind of you, I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. It’s nice to finally meet who lives next to us, we started to think it was haunted.” He teased, causing Chul to blush in embarrassment and Tae held back his laugh. “I’m sorry to cut this short but I’m a bit busy right now, maybe we’ll meet again.” Chul nodded her head still smiling, which intrigued him. They said their goodbyes and he closed the door walking to the kitchen to put the container on a counter. 

He could see why they wanted him to meet her, she was cute, cheerful and seemed to be full of life. But that didn’t stop her from being able to hurt them. Jungkook and Jimin were too trusting and he wasn’t going to let some girl hurt them. He would need to just ring her out and see what she could handle. He opened the container expecting the cookies before taking a bite out of one.

They were good.

He grumbled as he finished the cookie. He heard footsteps and noticed Jungkook. He explained that someone came to the door to introduce themselves as their neighbor and brought them cookies. He left out the fact that it was Chul, he wanted to have a little fun with this.

“Cookies?! Awe, that’s sweet of them, I wish I went down. Would have loved to say hello to them.”

‘Oh you would have.’ Tae thought, as a small smirk was playing on his lips. 

“So, when do I get to meet this friend of yours, um, Chul was it?” Jungkook brightened up at his question, too excited to see Tae’s face.

✎ @honey-andmilktea - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. [2025 - 2026]

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[cephalonserotonin]

Devstream 180 Notes

This is a long one, folks.

brought to you by creative lead Rebb Executive Producer Dick Wolf

New dojo contest to kick off a transition to cross-save dojo world… see forum post

Pride Campaign 2024

is active now until the end of June! a new glyph, display, and wings in lovely rainbows!

Jade Shadows update coming June 18!

features a new cinematic quest: Jade Shadows. It picks up after The New War (so it's got TNW as a prerequisite) where the storyline of the Stalker left off. Rebb and the crew request that folks not spoil the quest for others after playing it. Use spoiler tags if possible! Quest runtime ~ 25 min There's a teaser for the story quest, featuring the Stalker hanging upside down like a bat:

New Warframe: Jade!

Pablo describes her as a support frame. Her passive is two aura mod slots which is kind of crazy ngl

Her kit briefly summarized:

1: throws a little mote with an AOE effect of healing for allies and increasing damage taken to enemies

2: cycle through various squad buffs. The UI art for these is really gorgeous

3: a debuff: enemies in her sight are slowed and lose armor. You also revive any dead allies in your vision.

4: floating and a zappy exalted weapon. It's kind of like Hildryn's four but basically better in every way because you can actually set off large amounts of damage and fly higher and faster. The exalted weapon has synergy with her 1 and 2.

As Pablo mentioned, Jade's abilities provide a lot of combo potential, good for any "min maxers" in the audience.

Jade's three signature weapons: the Cantare throwing knives, the Harmony scythe, and the Evensong bow (a variant on the Dread).

The Ascension game mode: "what if Warframe but up?"

Non-endless There's a giant elevator you have to feed with energy. The team's video crashed so Rebb gave what I'd call an excited 12 year old's description of the game mode instead which I loved:

There's this giant elevator that needs energy to go up. So you have to keep feeding it ionic charges so you rise out of the depths. And as you're feeding, the Corpus are there! *excitable machine gun noises* And then you're like, oh god! And then you have to, like, jump around-- but if you fall out of the elevator, you better hope you're good at parkour, and that you can read the level to get back up! and back up! and back up! And then: you have to make it to the top. But that's not all. Once you get to the top of the elevator, you gotta escape. You gotta make a run for it before the Corpus hold you back! Aahhh! Aah! Ah! …and that's Ascension. :)

Once we finally watch the video preview of the game mode later I think it looks fun. The level looks really neat; I love the graphics of the inside of the elevator. There's a new Jade Light eximus enemy here but I can't really tell any details about it quite yet.

ORDIS IN LARUNDA RELAY!

He's hosting the clan operation Belly of the Beast (featuring above Ascension game mode). In his shop is the Asteria ephemera, which evolves with community participation. Also some arcanes… and a beautiful skin for the Hate.

"If you're a hater, this is for you." Hilariously the arcanes are capped at 42 each because apparently in Gargoyle's Cry certain players went crazy burning themselves out to stock up on arcanes, and the team is trying to prevent that (and players blaming them for their own bad choices, as always). Two full sets each is more than enough, frankly.

Status Rework!

Blast now does a secondary detonation, or if hitting 10 blast procs, creates an AOE explosion. This is exactly what I have been wanting for ages so I, personally, am thrilled.

Magnetic now scales with overguard and shields the same way, and also does a secondary punch of damage (and an electric proc!) once the shield is broken.

Cold should freeze enemies more often now… and came with a free Frost rework! Now Frost's abilities give proper cold procs, thus freezing enemies, which is now standardized across his abilities. His 1 has been buffed and his 3 snowglobe has been modified (to allow shooting from in to out but not out to in). He has a new passive: his armor scales with the number of cold procs enemies have (like the defensive version of Ember).

There's a lot of testing going on right now on the interaction between ragdolling and freezing enemies.

There's a change to damage vulnerability mechanics which I didn't quite follow; seems to be mostly a simplification of the system.

Armor damage attenuation scaling, as mentioned in the last devstream, now has a cap, meaning corrosive procs should be more effective.

Yareli Deluxe

...looks like eldritch coral?

Next round of TennoGen

…finally comes with a Lavos skin, which is plague doctor themed.

Some augments (Protea's is probably OP), decrees (list shown below is incomplete), and arcanes

UI improvements!

In the upgrade screen: duplicate mod config button, indicator for substats, increased mod polarity

Augment list viewer in the abilities screen

Community customization table where you can copy others' fashions. Great news for gamers too unoriginal to make their own fashions, I guess. Coming at first for just Excalibur, Mag, Volt, and Jade.

Quick Access (fast travel wheel) for more areas like the dormizone.

UI autoscaling with resolution (to prevent tiny UI bars for people with huge resolutions), also coming with ability to scale the UI back down.

"Donut numbers" for damage view that do not cover the enemy you are shooting (old way can still be switched back to, called "cloud.")

Awakening quest has a lil fashion preview now!

Loadout hot swaps conveniently directly from the starchart!

QOL!

Cap on adversaries (liches and sisters) at 150. For the sake of database health. The programmer in me is mildly concerned that there was no limit before this.

Semi auto becoming full auto (see last devstream for more detailed description).

Automatic selection of last relic during endless relic cracks.

Streamlining necramech acquisition.

Unifying melee finishers and mercy kills (both with mechanics and appearance).

The return of Heirloom skins: starting with community art this time

First major change (from last year's disastrous heirloom launch) is the heirloom collections will now be released one warframe at a time.

Ember Heirloom is also a purchased fanartist concept!

Two paths to acquire it: a temporary paid path (for money, comes with some plat) and a plat path that will be available until next heirloom launch (and you can purchase the cosmetics individually!)

This is much better than last year's Heirloom launch, which, as aforementioned, caused a lot of community strife.

molten booty

And finally, the TennoCon 2024 schedule:

[caffeinated-and-annoying-bard]

REPLY FROM MEI REPLY FROM MEI

"Dear non-pen-penpal,

I have just begun Wolf359 and I’m already a big fan, especially, this little guy. He’s kinda serious, kinda paranoid, I’m a fan of his weirdness. Eiffel I think was his name, he’s quite a nice guy and his slight amount of sass reminds me of the main character from Witherburn. Witherburn is a bit of a niche horror podcast so it’s understandable if you’ve never heard it before.

I’m glad you’re going onto Malevolent though. You’ll have a lot of fun with Malevolent, as I did too. I have a hunch you’ll be a fan of John, he has a complex character arc, he has to learn how to be human overtime while also dealing with his monstrous background. Malevolent is a long listen but I finished it in like a week or two weeks time. It has like 40 hours of content, not one episode or second is wasted. Go and check it out ASAP! It’s about how to be human and the strength and willpower of the human condition. It has everything, music, poetry, men whimpering, and moral conflicts in philosophy. It’s like the raised points of Jon’s moral conflicts to the hundreds, you’ll love it.

HADESTOWN YESSS

Dev told me you may know about it because it would be right up your alley and I can’t believe you used His Kiss, The Riot⁉️⁉️ That’s so crazy. Also YESSS we can sing Hercules I Won’t Say I’m In Love. Also about this crush that our dear friend. I’ve been friends with them(the crush) for the past 10 years so it’s very funny to see this happening.

Also the book recommendation, I will begin reading when I have a bit more free time. Now for your recommendation, I’m sorry to say I’m nearly fresh out of ideas. But I will re-recommend you Malevolent because I love it so much. PLEASE check it out. Fun fact : It’s how I figured out I have a weird tolerance for men whimpering, I literally got 0 reaction. Maybe it’s because I’m ace but I can’t tell. Actually, I do have a new recommendation but you’ve probably some of their stuff already. Anything by Adrianne Lenker or Big Thief. My personal favorite songs from them are Not(the studio version specifically), and Born for Loving You.

-The Jork Master"

Sorry I disappeared, my dearest skeleton friend, I died(the new year's sad days got me) but I got better(finished Frankenstein) and now

To:Mei

Re;re;re: hello

Dear keyboard-pal,

How did you manage to start w359 so quickly???? I am impressed and utterly delighted upon hearing it, and embarrassed to admit that the council-approved petition to let myself listen to Malevolent (and finish watching Arcane s2, for that matter) is still stuck in the throes of despairing brain bureaucracy.

Ah, I guess I'll add Witherburn to the list of media I crave to consume but cannot proceed immediately without growing a thousand supernatural eyes (ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon the 38 books I have piled up on my desk) and ears.

(Outside of the jokes, Malevolent sounds immensely interesting and I constantly see art of it by the same people who draw tma, w359, good omens, etc etc so I am very glad to finally have an excuse to prioritise listening to it! Thanks for that)

JALSKSL I will go check it out, then. I need to see for myself how high my tolerance is, not being quite completely ace but certainly having a weird relationship with it. Nice to see a fellow sexhavern't in the not-precisely-internet-because-my-close-friend-knows-you wild, though

[Here is where I hi-five you Hadestown style. I love that musical with my every internal organ]

God, I am counting on you for this events to turn out bloodless because GTO is about 3,000km (around 1900miles) from California. I do not possess the required information from your friend's side to make a proper diagnosis but the suspense from dear Dev's side is killing me slowly and painfully ❌❌❌🗣️🎷❌‼️‼️‼️‼️🌄despair

GOD DON'T I LOVE BIG THIEF. I will certainly go check Adrianne Lenker out, though! Thank you :)

At this point I am tempted to apply what I do with Dev to you and stsrt recommending songs in spanish because they are second place to my friend Azul (doesn't read song lyrics, being a dancer and enjoying rythm and melody, so she enjoys music of every. Single. Genre. Regardless of language or the usual "the lyrics are distasteful" prejudice against genres like rap, reggaetón, banda, etc etc) with having the widest musical taste I've seen. I can't recommend anything in english to them because they will casually reveal that during the womb they were already singing their hidden discography or fetus choir and also have seen the artist's parents in prophetic dreams and can play every single song on guitar or something like that. But I will persist, I mustn't lay back on my strongest weapon as soon as the knife fight gets hard, I must find something in english

It's a lazy attempt, but have any of you two listened to The Mountain Goats???? They're my 3rd favourite band and they're wonderfully sad. I can't say the region of the us because I am comically bad at you kids' country's geography but they're "divorced man with an acoustic guitar" sad.

Farewell, friend. I await (do you use "for" after "await"? Firefox can't give me a straight answer I hate it when english does this to me) your next letter and wish the best for you, your best friend, and dear Dev. Happy new year,you kids deserve the entire world. Hopefully the world will see this, and let you into its palm one day in the future. 🎆🎆🎆🎊🎊🎊💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️✅

[absoluteocellibehavior]

Tag Game for “People I’d Like to Get to Know Better”! Tagged by the lovely, beautiful @bizarreohmart <3

Last song: “Blonde Dynamite” by Caravan Palace. Man, I love me some Electroswing and their new album Gangbusters Melody Club is *chef’s kiss*.

Favorite color: Purple. No question. It’s a good color!! Can you blame me??

Last book: Gosh it’s been so long since I’ve pleasure read but I believe it was “Thirteen Storyes” by Jonathan Sims! I’m also going to make a plug for my absolute favorite book series “The Shadowhunter Chronicles”. I have all the books and OUGH!! Those are good!

Last Movie: “The Boondock Saints”! GOSH, that was good!! Highly recommend!

Last TV Show: Me and the fam are working through season two of Arcane at the moment! I am sobbing! I am not ok! We’re sooooo chillin- *sobs*

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: SPICY!! I think it’s usually sweet for me but we had Cajun for Thanksgiving and I’m in the mood :]

Relationship Status: Taken >:D

Last Thing I Searched: Ah, let’s see… “Jewish prayer times”! Can you tell that Holy Ghosts religion sharing has been on my mind? HA!

Current Obsession: Speaking of which, Malevolent!! Specifically this Malevolent and TMA AU that lives in the realm of me and my friend’s discord chat. That and now a Malevolent/Critical Role crossover. So, Malevolent in general! I’ve pretty much been living in that Discord server and was even featured on the most recent Malevolent Autopsy! Yay!

Looking Forward To: End of the semester! Christmas villages! Seeing long distance friends! Sharing a Blood and Sand with my friend on her 21st! Malevolent gift exchange!

Favorite Drink: DR PEPPER CREAM SODA IS A GUILTY PLEASURE!! OH IT’S GOOD. But a nice Old Fashioned for special occasions <3

Song Playing on Loop in Your Head 24/7: “Experience” by Ludovico Einaudi. That song has inspired countless stories for many years now. It’s beautiful…

Current Favorite Character: Just one?! I’ll give you two. The partners: Charlie Dowd and Roland Cummings! I’m still listening to Malevolent and I’m working my way through Harlan’s first Call of Cthulhu campaign. I’m in denial about both of them. They’re in the Waylay sharing a Moscow Mule and Old Fashioned and you cannot convince me otherwise (this is a fanfic I’m planning on writing too).

Fun Activity You’d Really Like to Get Into: Book binding!! I think it’d be so neat. I’ve got this hand bound journal that I sketch in and it’s one of my favorite things. I’d love to learn leather work and how to make your own paper! This just combines those two in a perfect way.

Last Video Game: Played? Stardew Valley! I will marry Harvey or Sam come hell or high water. Now, watched about eight hours of lore videos over? Faith: The Unholy Trinity. Horrifying game. Delicious lore. SO good. Father Garcia, my beloved <3.

Last Comic/Graphic Novel: Truthfully, it was the garbage, totally inaccurate comic called “Samson: Judge of Israel” for my Old Testament class but I don’t wanna talk about that unless you want me to rant about modern Christians reading Jesus into the Old Testament where He shouldn’t be read into (*rasa frasas in Catholic Religion Major*). I will say that the art was stunning in it though. The last one I read out of choice was Blue Exorcist! I don’t think I’m caught up with it anymore but that is my favorite manga of all time! Father Shiro Fujimoto, my beloved <3

(Did I just “my beloved” two priest characters back to back? That wasn’t purposeful! You know, while we’re at it, Father Oscar Malevolent and Father Edwin Burroughs TMA, my beloved <3)

As for tagging!! My dearests @rightpastnowhere , @vee-lociraptor , and @rosesofenvy !! I’d love to hear from you! No pressure at all though <3

[noisycandytrash]

Beneath the Mask - Chapter Four

Chapter 4 woohoo, still set up of Ira's backstory, this one is particularly heartbreaking in my opinion

Cw: major death, homelessness, crime, police brutality, blood

TMNT 2012 x Arcane OC, leo x OC

A few days passed, and Azal and Ira were mourning their losses. They tried to pick up the broken pieces of the family they once knew, and they found a quiet solace in each other's company. Neither sibling showed how truly alone they felt, wanting to stay strong for one another despite life beating them down. 

One day lying on their mattress, after a long day of desperate attempt to survive a brutal situation, Ira turned to Azal, and murmured, barely even a whisper “do you ever think about how different life could’ve been if we were born in Piltover? I mean, I just don’t understand it”

Azal turns to her, with a sad, knowing smile speaks out gently in a way to sooth her sadness “some people are just born unlucky” and then turns to Ira with a big grin “not you though, because you have an awesome big brother to protect you from all the evil”

Ira lets out a laugh “older brother? You’re barely 5 minutes older than me.” Ira laughs harder at Azal’s attempt to flex.

“See, there's the laugh I wanted” Azal scratches his chin “why do I feel like it’s at my expense, though?”

Ira shoves and laughs “because you’re an idiot, Azal” she thinks for a moment and thinks out loud “we’ll be okay, right?”

“Yeah, of course, everything will work out eventually” Azal smiles and pats her head. With this, Ira turns round and goes to sleep.

Before they are able to wake up, in the early morning, there is a knock at the door, Azal motions for Ira to stay quiet as he heads to the door, he opens the door that makes a long screeching sound. He sees a group of men with long neon pink streaks all over their skin. Before he can muster up a question, the man in front of him starts throwing punches at the much smaller boy's face and knees him in the stomach, Azal’s blood spurts out from his mouth as Ira runs to him. 

“Get off him, you bastards!” Before she could reach him, one of the men steps in front of her and punches her to the floor, spraying a bit of blood onto the floor in front of her. He kicks her in the stomach repeatedly, and with a few kicks to the head, she gets knocked out. 

After what feels like forever, Ira and Azal wake up lying, tied up, in front of their small wooden, creaky shack that they, for their whole lives, have called home. The whole scene was swallowed by the green fumes of the pits and the darkness of the underground. 

“Ah guys, the little shits are finally awake” one of the men taunts them, bending down to their level, a big evil grin plastered all over his face.

Azal just looks at them with rage in his expression, but choosing to keep silent, Ira spits out “what the fuck do you want?” 

The skinny bald man laughs a deep, fake laugh “oh the little one is feisty, should we have some fun with her after? Teach her some manners.”

“Over my dead body you’ll touch her you fucking scumbags” Azal is still struggling against his restraints.

The taller man closest to the house sighs and slaps his colleague on the back of the head, grumbling out “we’re here to do a job, not muck around” he then turns to Azal and Ira and takes a breath, while lighting the end of a stick on fire “this is what happens to kids who don’t pay rent on time.”

Ira swears that the next few moments moved in slow motions, the man threw the flame to their house, and it slowly went up in flames. All their childhood memories and what little they had burned and fell to the ground. The only thing that clouded their vision as they cried was the intense orange fire light and the green that surrounded them. The men left and untied them as they watched their last connection to the family they once held dear go to ash and rubble. They sat there for hours, just watching their home turn from the intense orange to a dark black ashy pile. 

Azal stands up and takes Ira’s hand “alright, we need to find somewhere to sleep, let's look in the Lanes, it’ll be slightly safer there” Ira looks up at him with fear in his eyes “what will we do now, Azal?”

Azal sighs down and pats his much smaller sister on the head “we’ll make due, Ira, like always”

Ira is calmed down by her brother's words and takes his hands while they make their way through the Lanes, probably as they have done for thousands of times before, only this time they would be staying there. They both felt so much suffocating anxiety, as they walked through the dark streets, full of fighting and drug usage. The bright colourful signs allow a lot of light on the streets, none of it natural, multiple people lie dying on the sides of the streets, the stench of alcohol and rot is potent as they find a place to stay. They pass by the brothel, and half-naked women wave at them, some distracted with customers, they quickly look away. Ira feels like she’s about to be sick. 

They find this slightly safer corner that is hidden away from people, only taken up by a couple of other homeless children, missing eyes and legs, all looking equally as fragile, and decide to set up camp there for the night. They curl up next to each other and use each other for warmth. There is a moment of peace in the gratitude that they both still have each other. 

 The next few months are a whirlwind of stress and violence, they steal to survive, and go back to the same corner if it's not already taken by a child that looks like they need it more. They learned pretty early on, after a few nasty fights, to not stick their head out unless they want trouble. Multiple times, Azal has had to protect Ira from some roughian. Life is scary, but also surprisingly dull, you get used to fear after living in it for so long. In these past few months, they’ve seen more blood, fighting, and evil than they thought was possible. All the food they ate was stolen, and sometimes some better folk gave them money, but that has only happened twice in the months that they have been sleeping on the cold, hard streets. They manage to drink water from puddles on the ground, but the water is bitter and grainy. Some of the other older children who are also homeless have shown them some tricks on how to steal without being noticed, tricks that would work on anyone. They've been making due, but it's no life to live, especially as a child. 

One day, Ira was slipping a piece of bread into her pocket, but an enforcer grabbed her hand and lifted her up to be at his eye level. “Little girl, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m just so hungry, I’ll put it back” panic evident in her voice as she struggles against his tightening, almost bruising, grip on her wrist.

“I don’t accept apologies, little girl” and the man proceeds to start punching her in the stomach, laughing as she starts to cry. 

“It’s okay, she can have it, I’ve got spares” the shop owner tries to defend Ira, only leading to the enforcer grabbing his gun “I don't remember speaking to you” which causes the man to back off, going back into his little shop. 

Before the enforcer can continue tormenting Ira, Azal comes up to the man and kicks him in the back of his legs. The enforcer drops Ira, and Ira closes her eyes as she falls back down to the ground, she hears gunshots go off. She opens her eyes, and her heart almost stops, she sees Azal holding his stomach, blood pooling into his hands and sputtering out of his mouth. She rushes to him, and desperately searches his eyes for signs that he’s okay. The enforcer walks off, muttering something about teaching them a lesson.

Ira helps Azal to their corner and helps him on the ground, she starts to cry and panic when she sees how bad the wounds are. She tries desperately to stop the bleeding, but it's pouring out of him too quickly.

“Fuck, I promised I wasn’t gonna leave you alone” he lets out a pained laugh. 

Ira is panicking and hyperventilating, putting more and more pressure on the wound “no, no no, no, no, you’ll be okay, please” she sobs out, and her hands are shaking. 

Azal smiles softly and runs his bloody thumb over her cheek lovingly “hey, hey, hey, shhh, don’t you worry about me, I’m gonna be okay”

“No, no, no you’re losing too much blood, we need to get a first aid kit, anything” she’s shaking and sobbing, panicking.

“I’m gonna be just fine” he looks up and sighs “I have a lot of people that love me waiting on the other side, though I’m sure mom, Nemia and Rishi are gonna be so mad when they see me up there, so early” he smiles genuinely and looks at her, taking her hand.

He thinks for a while and continues “Ira, I don’t think I have long left to say this, I know our whole lives, we’ve that it’s dangerous to think about what could be, dangerous to hope” he pauses and makes sure she’s listening, she just nods. “But that’s not good enough for you, you deserve more than this, but if you want something more, you’ll have to find it”

Ira is hiccuping and crying, snotty nosed “Azal… I don't know what to do without you”

Azal is still smiling, but he's finding it harder to speak “you have to pave your way, show those fuckers who you are”

Ira puts her head on his chest, and a few minutes later, she looks up at him once again. His eyes are distant and slightly clouded, and his whole body has settled into an unnatural stillness, but he looks at peace. 

Wracked sobs take over Ira’s whole body as she holds her brother’s body. It's the hardest and longest she’s cried in her whole life. Some people watch for a little bit in sympathy, but they say and do nothing. She continues to sob until she feels a man right behind her. Before she can turn around, he holds a weird smelling cloth to her nose, she starts to black out as she struggles to fight against him, her sobs eventually die down and the black starts to cloud her vision.

Just before she goes under she hears the man whispering in her ear “we’ll get revenge on all of those fuckers, don’t you worry”

[safrona-shadowsun]

✿ - DECAY - an old memory

Green, green grass. She waited. She watched. The grass outside of the Slaughtered Lamb seemed eternally green, a magic set by apprentices of the Mage Tower nearby. And she lingered on that grass, the anti-thesis to their attempt at order garbed in the simplicity of red robes. She mused at how many treks her feet would make across the lawn before her nascent power would naturally begin to corrupt the arcane, and kill the growth below. Her thoughts were spiraling to her experiments when she'd finally heard the sound she'd waited for from inside the Lamb. Resentment. Anger. An ego that could be molded to serve. "G-od damn...st-stupid b-besotted freaks!" the gnome cursed his fit into the air, saving his rage for the surrounding park. The 'master's' in the cellar of the Lamb would have lambasted the acolyte for such a tongue lashing otherwise. Despite her insight, she approached with a feigned ignorance, compassion. "Oh dear...whatever is the matter?" "I-I've done everything those assholes asked! And they h-have the n-nerve to k-keep the thrice-damned necklace that I a-almost died for! A-and then turn around a-and laugh about it!" The gnome kicked at the grass. "A-and they m-made fun of m-my stammering l-like a b-bunch of gr-grade school ch-children! I w-was born like this you kn-know! C-can't help the way a gnome is! It m-makes me no less ca-capable! Should've w-went to Ironforge l-like my cousin said!" She smiled painfully, understanding. "They do not see how devoted you are to the Art. The masters below are very much children, I agree." She stepped closer, and knelt to the gnome's height, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I see you." The gnome looked into her eyes and nodded, eyes blinking away from her as he felt his anger begin to temper. "Ah..th-thank you." Pursing her lips together, she presented the offer, as she had done to other acolytes that felt resentment or fear grip them. "You deserve to be treated as an equal among like-minded peers. It not too much to ask, is it? You do not have to grovel before them to walk this Path, if you are set to it. There are other ways on the path to power, acceptance in it. We do not need to be the outcast. My peers -- my friends, really. We would never treat you less than you are. Maybe you would be interested in my circles?" The gnome peered at her with some reservation, but he was listening. "Ss- Circles? I m-mean, that d-does sound really n-nice. But wh-what's the catch?" Her smile was wry. "A later than usual night, perhaps? Come past the midnight bells to the lowest levels of the Lamb tonight. You can decide if my circle would benefit you. If anything else, you will have new resources, and more importantly, the respect you deserve, my friend." The gnome paused, smiled, and then nodded. "I'll d-definitely think on it!" As she offered her hand out for a shake, he took it and clasped it in gratitude. "Y-you've been so k-kind. K-kinder than any gnome's like t-to be treated r-round here. Got a n-name, miss?" She let the name flow with eagerness as she clasped his hands warmly in return. "Lilaeth."

Safrona snapped awake as the name resounded through the labyrinth of her collected memory, the dream's details long haunting her even as her own eyes cleared. Lilaeth. She remembered the gnome's name: Quintovolt. She could not be sure that it was her own memory from experience, or a remnant that had been stolen from another soul.

But it somehow felt, tasted, and smelled consequential. Like a core experience.

{ @tyleinth }

[hackedxy0x]

My top 10 favorite shows (take two)

A couple of years ago, I posted a 'top 10 favorite shows' list right here on Tumblr. Recently scrolled through it again and was very much surprised by how DIFFERENT it was from my current one. A lot of new entries, a lot of new faves (and I have a LOT of faves). So I thought it might be fun to share my latest top 10 for anyone listening in the void. And hey, maybe you walk away with a few recommendations if our tastes are similar. You should note that these are ranked by how much I love them and nit by how good they objectively are.

Gonna drop my old list at the end if anyone's curious too. If not, let's get going.

10. Arcane

Arcane is, simply put, an amazing show. The animation is absolutely stunning, probably one of the best animated pieces of media I've seen in my life and I'm looking forward to seeing more from this studio. It's incredible how the writers managed to take a few game characters and turn them into layered and interesting individuals whose story captures you without fail. My favorite part of it has to be Silco's relationship with Jinx. Really pulled at my heartstrings. The show used to be in my top 5 (maybe a slight bias considering I made the list right after I was done with the show), but with so many new entries on the list, some shows had to go down. Still very much excited for the new season coming out in a few months.

9. Killing Eve

Ah, how the mighty have fallen. This show used to be in second place, but I'm pretty sure that was before the last season came out and ruined everything. Well, the last season wasn't as much to blame (even though it wasn't half as good as the rest of the show) as much as the horror that was the last episode. If I could delete that mess from my head, I would. Anyway, with that little rant being done, the rest of Killing Eve was absolutely incredible and it would've stayed in top 5 for sure. It has amazing humor, emotion, messiness, amazing characters, sapphic tension... For those of you who don't know, Killing Eve features a sort of cat and mouse game between an MI6 agent with a fascination for female killers and, you've guessed it, a badass female assassin. I couldn't not put it in top 10 even after witnessing the last episode.

8. Fleabag

Fleabag's "This is a love story" from s2e1 and her self-depricating monologue from s1e1 still ring around my head. Fleabag may be a mini-series, but it sure packs a punch. A dark comedy filled with British Humour . Fleabag (and yes, that's the protagonist) is both awful and relatable. And if you love morally grey characters, you're in for a treat. Because Fleabag is very much grey. Empty, apathetic, lonely, filled with love, a mess. You constantly wonder what she'll do next, is she going to reach a new low or heal. Another bonus, the hot priest. This one didn't drop much from the previous list, a consistent good. (Fun fact: Fleabag was written by the same person who wrote season 1 of Killing Eve).

7. Gravity Falls

And now we have one of the best cartoons in cartoon history (around the same spot on the list too). Gravity Falls is a classic. One of the cartoons that shaped the modern cartoon blueprint (along with other amazing cartoons, such as Adventure Time, Regular Show, AWOG...). Only two season and it still left such an impact. A cast of lovable characters, an engaging plot that doesn't miss, the funny jokes that are just the kind of kid friendly (baaaarely) that even the adults could enjoy. Just had to put it in my top 10.

6. The Mentalist

A blast from the plast. And a new entry even though it shouldn't have been since I've seen this show a long time ago, but it slipped my mind when making the original list. Rewatched it in the meantime, so here we are. This was the show you watched when tv shows were something that was still mostly for, well, the tv. I used to love getting my daily fix of it when I was younger. Crime shows were very popular (and still are), but Mentalist really did it like no other. The Mentalist was about a fake ex psychic Patrick Jane who joins the cops as a consultant so he can get revenge on Red John, a serial killer who murdered his family. Sounds glum, but a lot of the show consists of silly, murderer-of-the-week formatted episodes. But the star of the show definitely was Jane's slow burning quest to catch Red John. All the clues, the intrigue, the suffering. Not to mention that Jane was an absolute legend. (Shoutout to Cho).

5. What We Do In The Shadows

Another new entry! (Actually, all of the shows in top 5 are new entries except for num 1). What We Do In The Shadows is absolutely hilarious. A mockumentary about a bunch of vampire roomates who get up to all kinds of trouble. A simple, but effective concept based on an existing movie. This show got recommended to me along with OFMD, and it really captured my heart. The humour is silly, a lot of gags about sex and weird shit, but the acting is what really sells it. Ever member of the cast has prefect comedic timing, accent, expressions and a way of delivering a phrase that will have you in stiches. A great pick-me-up show.

4. Bungou Stray Dogs

The first and only anime on the list. I was actually debating if I should place it on spot number 3 instead, but let's leave it here for now. I f-ing adore bsd. I was reluctant about starting it because I thought it was too long, but, finally, it was seeing Nikolai's badass as fuck villain design that made me watch the show. And now I'm drowning in manga hell. How can an update be so short, yet so insane? The show progressively becomes more insane and senseless, with a cast of characters so likable that you're happy that their plot armor is close to unbreakable. The author sure loves to watch them suffer though. Did I mention that the characters are named after real life authors? And that everyone has a sexy rival and trauma? Yeah, good stuff.

3. Merlin

In a land of myth... An entry that should've been old considering when the show came out, but I've only seen it after creating my original list. Did it air on the telly when I was a kid? Maybe, can't really remember. A plot summary. Merlin is a young lad who was born with magic. He goes to Camelot for some reasonn, a place known for having a king who kills people for doing magic. He becomes a servant for a royal prat, prince Arthur. A once and future king who is supposedly Merlin's destiny. Watch as magical hijinks turn into ANGST, OH PLEASE NO. Another show I avoided due to its length, but those out of context videos on YouTube really wore me down with their charm. Not to mention that one "Are they gay?" video featuring Merthur, so I had to judge it for myself. Verdict: up to the viewer to decide the nature of that particular relationship (ship the shit out of the though).

2. Interview With The Vampire

I will NEVER stop screaming about how good this show is! It's so underrated that it pisses me off. Why isn't it mainstream, why isn't it drowning in awards? I'm trying to think of a bad moment from the show and I just can't. The writing, the casting, the acting, the directing, the scenary... High quality stuff. And this is just the kinda show where it's just so obviously a passion project where everyone involved is highly invested in the plot and knows their stuff. This show makes you feel 50 different emotions at once and, somehow, the cast manages to handle that perfectly. Just give them the awards already! One of my favorite things about the show is the use of the unreliable narrator. You never know how much of what's being said in the interview is credible. Anyway, I'm riding the high of the new season, but this is one of the rare shows that almost reached my number 1.

1. Hannibal

How do I describe Hannibal other than a masterpiece. A consistent number 1 on my list. This show combines everything I ever might want in a show. It's funny, it's dark, romanting, eldritch horror-like, smart, poetic etc etc. The finale of season 2 is one of the best episodes I've seen in my life, if not the best. Every plot point wrapped up, every character dealt with. It's kinda funny how the more you watch the show, the funnier ir becomes. Give me a billion cannibal puns, give me Will shaking like a wet dog. It really made me appreciate consumption as a love language.

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Anyway, that's all folks. Link to my previous list:

https://www.tumblr.com/hackedxy0x/669381723127185408/my-top-10-favorite-shows?source=share