#both of these sound hilariously stupid. i'm ready

[bluebudgie]

wait holy shit i didnt see that one

i'm wheezing my asthmatic ass off not the boon support deadeye and dps druid

[dreamzenwrld]

wild thoughts | l.jn [mdni!!]

genre: smut. just general filth. roommate!au

word count: 1.8k

warnings & info: afab!reader, sub!jeno, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls use a condom), dumbification if you squint, jeno is blonde, oral (m receiving), reader calls jeno "puppy" a lot, creampie, begging, lmk if i missed anything!

being jeno's roommate was easy enough. he was quiet, always did his share of the chores, and his dumb puppy moments were mostly endearing and oftentimes hilarious.

emphasis on 'mostly.'

one thing that made being jeno's roommate so difficult was how fucking sexy he was. his warm weather wardrobe consisted exclusively of tank tops and muscle tees — sometimes he didn't even bother with a shirt at all. he was so fun to look at; you'd find yourself staring at his biceps while he cooked you both dinner or at the veins in his hands while he defeated you in mariokart. combine his complete lack of self-awareness with general stupidity, and you'd occasionally get that dumbstruck puppy look on his face that was just so cute, but a sliver of the time made you melt into a puddle.

one time, he came out in a pair of shorts (if you wanted to call that glorified denim thong 'shorts') that were obviously yours with the assumption that his own shorts had simply shrunk in the wash. when you explained his ill thought process, he stared at you with this sweet, confused look on his face, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way the muscles in his thighs flexed when he pulled the shorts down from his tiny waist and off of his body to hand you your shorts back. the fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, somehow, made it a million times worse.

so, it was anything but a surprise when jeno barged into your bedroom, shirtless with a frying pan in his hand, ready to defend you from whatever monstrosity was inducing such breathy shouts of his name. jeno quickly came to find that the catalyst for such vocalizations was nothing more than your vibrator and you picturing him in your head.

"o-oh," he stammered. "um, i'm sorry. i thought you were calling out because there was a bug or something."

you laid in your bed, thighs opened with your vibrator (now on off mode) sitting between your legs, your dripping cunt on full display for the blushing boy in your doorway.

"were you gonna kill a roach with a frying pan, jen?" you asked.

his face reddened more, if possible, and he timidly put the pan behind his back. "oh, uhm..."

you shift around your bed, opting to position yourself on your knees. "you know, you are so cute when you act all clueless like that."

jeno blinked. "i'm not pretending-"

"i know," you said, shuffling towards the edge of your bed. "but the way you act just makes me want to fucking devour you."

jeno, at this point, felt like the one melting. "you think about me when you- you know?"

"of course," you said slyly while inching further towards him. "don't you think about me?"

jeno's eyes widened and the pan behind his back hit the ground with a thud. he began stammering incoherent sounds, wiping his clammy hands against his gray sweatpants that perfectly displayed his hard-on.

you smile at his shy demeanor. "why don't you show me what you think about, baby?"

jeno inched towards you slowly, barely making full steps. once he was close enough to the edge of your bed, you pulled at the waistband of his sweats until the two of you were face-to-chest, nodding at him to sit down to which he obliged.

as you placed yourself in his lap to straddle him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he struggled to find a place to set his sweaty hands, opting for one on your knee and one gripping the bedsheet. after making yourself comfortable and ruining his sweatpants with your wetness, you stared down at him only to be met with that same god-forsaken dumb puppy look. you grinned, then proceeded to grind down on his hard dick, watching his face shift from the wide-eyed puppy look to one of pleasure — eyes rolled back, biting his lip to stifle his moans, and eyebrows furrowed.

"is this what you think of, puppy?" you ask him in a sing-song voice. "is this what goes through your mind when you're touching that pretty dick of yours?"

the boy whined, nodding in response. "y-yes."

"that's too bad," you said with a soft giggle. "because i think of something much, much worse."

jeno let out his first unfiltered moan as you continued the grinding and dirty talk. his hand had been navigating upwards away from your knee and up your thigh, the other still gripping the stained bedsheet beneath him.

"i wanna know," he moaned out. "i want you to show me what you think about. please."

you halted your movements and jeno responded with a whimper. "you want me to show you what i think about doing to you, puppy?"

he nodded rapidly.

you removed yourself from his lap, taking yourself down to the floor on your knees without breaking eye contact. your next steps were so, blatantly obvious, but he still sat there with that clueless expression on his face, wide-eyed and cute and with all the feigned innocence in the world.

you pulled down his waistband enough to reveal his cock, the pink tip already leaking precum. you brought your mouth to his dick and you were immediately met with the most pornographic moans you'd ever heard in your life. his hand shifted to your hair, his fingers getting lost in the strands while the other still remained glued to the sheets.

you dragged your tongue along the length of his veiny cock, inducing shaky, moany breaths out of the boy. you wrapped your mouth around the head of his dick and sucked ever so lightly before taking as much of him as you possibly could down your throat. you bobbed your head up and down his dick as tears threatened to fall from jeno's eyes, him already feeling incredibly overwhelmed.

his hips stuttered and his dick hit the back of your throat, which he immediately followed with groans of apologies. you removed your mouth from his dick, eliciting a small whine before you began jerking him off with your hand.

"you about to come, puppy?" you asked teasingly. "or do you just wanna fuck me that bad?"

jeno stared down at you with his wide eyes and red face. he gulped, releasing a breathy sigh, and stuttered a soft "both," before thrusting up once again, this time into your hand.

you removed your hand from his dick and rose up from your knees. you guided jeno towards the head of your bed, pushing his back against the wall and removing his sweatpants and boxers in the process. you straddled him once again, barely gracing your wet pussy over his hard, yearning dick.

"tell me, puppy," you whispered into his ear. "how badly do you want me to fuck you?"

jeno let out a loud, drawn out whine before burying his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

"is my puppy embarrassed?" you asked, lacing your fingers in his white-blonde hair. you pulled lightly at his hair to reveal his face to you. "you need to answer me."

there it was. that dumbfounded look, but this time he looked so fucked out, so corrupted, and so god damn beautiful. he up stared at you with his glossy eyes, swallowing his pride, and mumbled out his response.

"i want you to fuck me so badly."

you tsked, pulling harder at his hair. "i can't hear you puppy."

he moaned, responding again with clearer and much more vulgar words. "please, please fuck me. i want you to ride me and call me your pretty little puppy; i want you to make me cry and scream and tell me how much of a good boy i am and i wan—fuck—i wanna cum inside you so bad, please. please fuck m-"

you cut his begging off with a kiss, his words getting lost in your mouth as you shifted to envelope his dick between the walls of your pussy. he moaned loudly into your mouth as you sunk further down his shaft, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bottomed out.

“god, you feel so good, puppy,” you groaned out. “you’re so big. you fill me up so well. your dick made just for me, wasn’t it?”

jeno whimpered as he nodded, shifting his hands around until he settled with one gripping your upper thigh and one on your waist under your shirt. you slowly began to move, rising up and sinking down to find the best pace for your and jeno’s pleasure. jeno could barely keep his eyes open, his head writhing around as you fastened your pace exponentially before settling on a speed that had jeno releasing the loudest, raunchiest moans with his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back against your headboard.

you bounced mercilessly on his cock, balancing yourself by gripping his shoulders and digging your fingernails into his skin. both of his hands had found themselves resting on your ass, occasionally squeezing as you rode him. his dick reached every pleasure-inducing corner within you and filled you so well. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t struggling to stay sane.

you knew once one of his hands traveled from your ass to in between your folds to rub your clit that he was getting close, and now with the pressure against your clit you were edging close to orgasm, too.

“f-fuck, y/n,” jeno stuttered out. “i’m not gonna last much longer.”

you picked up your pace and grinded against his fingers, chasing your own high. “you don’t cum until i say so, puppy.”

jeno whined and began rubbing your clit almost violently, determined to get you off before he came. you felt the pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach and your pussy tightening around his dick, signaling you were near orgasm.

“fuck,” you groan out. “need you to cum with me, puppy.”

jeno’s mouth was agape, unable to conjure words, so he responded with a soft nod as you tightened even more around his cock and rode him into oblivion. in seconds you released loud moans as you convulsed around his dick, and jeno ripped out one last groany whine as he released inside you, his cum dripping out of your pussy around his dick.

sticky sweat plagued your bodies as you both caught your breaths. jeno’s once wide-eyed look had been replaced with a drowsy, post-sex glow and his eyes drooped as he fought to stay awake.

“you did so good, puppy,” you said into his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder. “such a good boy for me.”

jeno responded with a hum.

“let’s rest just a second and then we can shower, okay?” you said.

jeno nodded. “that sounds good. oh, and y/n?”

“yes?”

“you have one active ass imagination.”

[dunmeshichilchuck]

For That One Guy on Tumblr part 12

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

Short update this time

Chilchuck finishes as quickly as you did, and curtly informs you that he's done. 

Both of you wind up sitting against one of the walls, staring blankly out into the dimly lit room, too exhausted to do anything else. The adrenaline has fully worn off now that you're not moving and have nothing left to do, and the reality of the situation is finally catching up to you both.

"Well." You break the silence finally. "This fucking sucks."

Chilchuck is silent for half a beat more, and then makes a sound that is halfway between a snort and a chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah it does." He snorts again, and then begins to laugh, half choking on it. You stare at him, and then find yourself joining in, giggling half hysterically. You both laugh for far too long over something that was barely a joke to begin with.  

You finally choke out "We are absolutely dying here." and then burst into another fit of laughter. The idea is hilarious to you all of a sudden. You've both fought so hard, survived so much, and you're going to starve to death because of bad luck. What a funny twist of fate. 

Chilchuck seems to have gained some form of control over himself. He's still visibly fighting back a laugh but he's regaining his composure. "Alright, pull yourself together. Maybe we will die here, but there's no point in giving up." 

His seriousness and rigorous adherence to the rules suddenly seems even more funny to you than it already did. You start laughing harder, and then lean back against him, letting half of your back be supported by his chest. You're not quite in his lap, but it's close. He goes rigidly stiff. 

"Ah lighten up" you say easily. "I'm not giving up, and I know you're not either. What's wrong with a little laughter in the dark?" 

You're being facetious, but you're at the fuck it stage of continuous fear and adrenaline. You're ready to start having some fun with it. 

He's still stiff under you, but notably hasn't made any move to push you off or gotten pissed at you. 

"We're coworkers." He says abruptly. "Any sexual contact-".

You snort uncontrollably, and start laughing again. What little you can see of his face out of the corner of your eye is brilliant red. "Does this count as fucking to you?" You choke out. "Because that would explain a lot." 

He sputters a bit, and then says "All I was trying to say was that we shouldn't have sex! I assumed you were initiating something!" 

You laugh so hard it feels like you might genuinely throw up, while he sits stiffly, looking distinctly, wildly mortified. 

"What you-" you choke out. "You thought - thought I was gonna ask to work off some of that almost dying adrenaline? Maybe -" you break into laughter again. "Maybe pull the last night on earth line? And you were going to say 'sorry I know this will be my last chance to get laid but I'm going to refuse because -" you double over, ribs actually hurting now. "'because my contract says no sex with coworkers'??? Come ON man." 

Chilchuck looks indignant. "Well it's not like I don't want to have sex with you! you're just really banged up and concussed and you're stuck working with me! I'm just trying to not take-" 

You wheeze loudly. "HA." You're almost incoherent now. 

You curl up on the ground and make an indecipherable series of sounds reminiscent of a pipe organ being cleaned, or perhaps a cat being hit with a broom but the cat has something stuck in its throat.

"Are. Are you okay?" Chilchuck asks. He sounds genuinely concerned. 

You finally manage to regain some semblance of control over your vocal chords. 

"YOU WERE PROJECTING!" you choke out between wheezing gasps. "AHAHA YOU WANNA FUCK ME SO BAD IT MAKES YOU STUPID." 

Chilchuck doesn't even try to deny it. Just stares down at you with the distinct look of a man who wishes he were dead. 

You're stuck dying in a labyrinth with an emotionally constipated and apparently very horny man and it's the funniest goddamn thing that's ever happened to you. 

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[eldaryasharbinger]

MCL New Gen Ep. 7 Review

As I'm getting ready to play episode 8, I'm taking the time to finish my ep 7 review!! Stay tuned as I plan to play it right after I post it, so my long awaited (let's pretend) opinion on the controversial episode 8 will come soon!!

As per usual, everything goes below the cut!

Let's start with some of the screenshots I took, since I believe these are what I mainly wanted to talk about!

This doesn't have much relevance, but I thought it was funny since it used to happen to me too, I've learned to keep the volume of my computer muted and I've realized it doesn't make any sounds at start up, but it still happens sometimes that I forget the volume all the way up after I showed my work to my boss the previous day, and I always get startled by it in the morning,, (I edit videos and I usually tend to keep the volume on the low, but he's always complaining thay he can't hear it so he turns it up so much that pretty much all the office can hear it, unnecessary but very funny at times since we usually joke about it😭)

Most hated moment for me so far, It made me so incredibly uncomfortable and that's because I've hears these exact words, in a much more negative way, and it kind of triggered the bad memories that come with it

I find it INSANE that Candy's mother would rather her adult daughter get late at her job because of her other daughter, that's also skipping classes, is occupying the bathroom

Others have pointed out that how come a renowned architect such as her mother, planned a house with only one bathroom?? I'm NOT buying the whole "you both will eventually move out" thing because then what's the point of giving them their own rooms? for future guests? she seriously made a huge-ass house, pool included, to only have one bathroom? Stupid as fuck and NOT THOUGHT AT ALL on Beemoov's part (what a surprise...)

And since I've been in a similar situation, let me tell you that this is the most egoistic thing a mother can say. Who knows when she'll get to move out? Why make them suffer like this just because you were too lazy to make another bathroom?

My real life version of course doesn't exactly involve bathrooms, but my mom decided to buy a house that's fit for a single person/couple, and there's three of us living here, so I ended up having to share a room (and king-sized bed) with my sister that is 10 years older than me with whom I have a strained relationship, the lack of privacy and time to myself is still impacting my everyday life, and don't let me start talking about the storage space because it's critical.

Her decision to buy this house when she fully knew that I definitely wouldn't manage to get my own place that soon was so egoistical, we've told her plenty of times but she never listened and went on.

I wasn't that sure about Zahra and Tasha, but after this episode I definitely do not like them at all, I don't know if Beemoov did it on purpose, I doubt it, but there's definitely nothing funny about this. Especially since Zahra's expression wasn't the one of someone that's joking, she looked almost angry at us for "complaining"

They're communicating telepathically because they're both on the spectrum 🤭

oooOOOOooooh! Someone is jealous!! I didn't expect him to say something about it (Thomas was the one that found her in the mirror maze with Jason) but I'm actually so glad, I didn't know I needed this until I got it... I also love how she's low-key teasing him about it "I'm sure he would've been happy to do it..." HEHEHE

HER AWKWARD SMILE MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH I literally had to stop for a second just to laugh at this,, It was so silly and fun,,

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I felt a little bad for Petronilla during the visit, at first I thought it was hilarious but then OF COURSE Jason had to be a b*tch about it!! Maybe it was his way to get "revenge" about her teasing earlier... Also, stupid for both me and her to think that he'd behave 😭😭🙏🏻 I should've seen it coming,, And yeah, if I were in her position I'd react the same way, even if I didn't experience what she experienced with Ioan.

All that made up stuff, if not cleared up, could damage someone's reputation so much! Low-key disgusting behavior on his part, but since he felt genuinely sorry and tried ro console her (after being a dick...) It made up for the suffering 🥲👍🏻

So far, imI enjoyed this episode and how chaotic it was, I kinda feel bad for Petronilla since being with Jason is nice in a way but sooo stressful in another, but I've been enjoying every bit of his route so far, I love his more gentle and caring moments, and I can't wait to see what's coming next! I hope they keep the sweetness of it and don't turn him into some kind of bdsm king or something because that would 100% ruin it all for me, I'd seriously start a history replay and maybe switch to Thomas's or Amanda's routes😭🙏🏻

THE SCENE WAS EVERYTHING I fear I can't stop winning in New Gen, first Jason mendal omg, second the story being PERFECT for my oc and so far it's even better than I could even imagine... THEN I GET A CHANCE TO GET STUPID PACK THAT'S BEEN ON MY MIND EVER SINCE I FIRST SAW IT??

Only thing I'm missing is a change in the Style contests to make it more fair for everyone AND THEN THAT'S IT, THEY TAILORED THIS GAME FOR MEEEEEE (I'm just being silly but it's all coming together so nicely that I literally love everything about new gen and it keeps getting better and better...)

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This ^^^ whole part bellow the Illustration I wrote right after the episode as I was laying down the screenshots to prepare the review... And now Beemoov has confirmed that they're reworking the voting system... I may be something's harbinger after all... Everyone ask me anything, apparently I'm the true fortune teller/jk

The last bit "it's getting better and better" might've aged horribly seeing what others think about episode 8 but I'll have to see for myself 😭👍🏻

I think I've wrote less than usual once again, but I'll blame it on time passing and me forgetting 🥲 I'm also currently dying my hair so I might be a little distracted,,

I don't have anything else to add, so thank you for reading! See you soon with another review, that I'll try to have ready in time and not after months,,

[ruhorih4ra]

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Get out of my way 🌈

Inside the House of Lamentation, in the middle of the main corridor, Lucifer was waiting patiently for you. Next to him his impersonator, imitating his frown, exaggerating his grimace surely trying to mock the prideful demon. It was fucking hilarious.

“Care to explain what's so funny?” Your smile died as soon as you heard him. “I'm just happy to finally be here.” Not exactly a lie, you were exhausted. You just wanted a quick meal and a long night’s sleep. “Oh, your classes must have drained your energy.”

Mammon stepped in front of you, giving you a brief worried look. “Come on, Lucifer, let them get away with it. Just this time.” Your protector, always coming to your aid. Although he had been so distant, his hurry to help you brought back the previous guilt. “Quiet, Mammon. I'm waiting for an explanation.”

Your eyes left Lucifer to see something that made you do a double take, the transformed Little D. was dressed as a peacock, performing an alarmingly good imitation of Lucifer's scolding. “Your classes *peacock cries* sure drained *peacock cries* your energy!!” You bit your lip, stifling a laugh.

“MC.” Your attention returned to the real Lucifer. “I needed something from the library.” *Peacock cries* “You missed all your classes!” It was an almost impossible task to concentrate in Lucifer’s lecture when his peacock-dressed copy was dancing around him without a care in the world. “Ah, yes, well. I was looking for something.” *Peacock cries* “What?” “I said I was loo-” “What were you looking for?”

As the cries of the Little D. increased, the eyes of Lucifer narrowed. “You were slacking off, weren't you?” *Peacock cries* He sighed. You recognized that face, the "I'm so disappointed in you"

“No! I wasn't! I was really looking for something!” *Peacock cries* “What exactly?!” You didn't want to tell him, but your mind wasn't cooperating with a good lie. All the while that damn demon kept shouting. “Well I-” You looked at Mammon, he shrugged slightly and mouthed a “just tell him”. *Peacock cries*

“Mc…” You shook your head while the Little D. cries seemed to increase in volumen, both Lucifer and Mammon exchanged curious glances. “SHUT UP, DAMN IT!!”

Silence fell and you felt relieved. At least until you looked the angry face of Lucifer. “No! I wasn't -” talking to you! “Silence, human!” You wanted to explain yourself, pride be damned. You were ready to tell him everything. “First you act like a child, faking an accident so we all worry-” It took you a few moments to process his words. “What are you talking about? I've never...”

“Then what happened yesterday?! Why was your blood all over the floor?!” Until that moment, Mammon had remained still, quietly looking the scene. “You faked it?” he looked at you, a deep frown on his face. “Do you really think I would?” The pain you had felt before was nothing compared to this. Your heart was being squeezed with no remorse.

“What else could have happened? You seem perfectly fine and-” You couldn't have explained how, the wrath you had been harboring inside of you came out like an explosion. “EVERYTHING!!! Everything could have happened!! You stupid, arrogant excuse for a demon!!” The shock on Lucifer's features didn't last, instead rage took over him. “Go to your room immediately before I-”

“What!? Before what!? Before you kill me!? I can't believe how fucking obtuse you are!” The gloomy aura around Lucifer became hard to fight, a black fog started rising. It was difficult to breath, as if you were too deep in the sea. “Enough. Whatever you think you're doing, stop.”

“No!! I won't!!” You ignored how Lucifer had changed into his demons form, you didn't care how Mammon seemed paralyzed with fear. You stood your ground. “You'll shut up right now AND won't make a move or sound until I say so!!” The order took effect instantly, bringing Lucifer to a halt.

“You’re all A BUNCH OF LIARS, you told me that you loved me!!” You started walking towards Lucifer, your index finger pointing at him. “You told me I was special to you, that it was lonely without me around! Lies! All of them!!” Lucifer’s face saddened, but you didn’t notice it too caught up in the heat of the argument.

Mammon tried to reach you, he tried to speak as Simeon would. Calm you down as you would do with Satan. “M-mc.” “YOU SHUT UP.” The walls cracked and the photo frames started to fall.

You couldn't keep Mammon's gaze, his troubled face cooling your rage.

You didn't want that “How dare they do this to me?!”

You turned your attention to Lucifer. His face was no better than the one of his younger brother. “Seems like you’ve forgotten about me!! After everything I did for you!! I feel so abandoned!! Do not look at me like that!! I have nothing but hatr-” The words died in your mouth.

You expected a Little D. of Wrath to appear, even a copy of Satan. You weren't prepared to see a perfect copy of yourself, nothing but black and green. You paled and shook your head, the finger that was still pointing accusingly at Lucifer was now trembling uncontrollably. Your sobs were the only sound filling the hallway.

“How dare they?! After everything we did!! All of the things we forgave!! Oh those brothers deserve to fall again and again!! They deserved their father’s punishment, they’re rotten work.” You listened in silence to your impersonator “We’ll teach them! They’ll pay for their sins!” It was strange to hear you say such things. The silence became overwhelming.

That was until Lucifer moved, with groans of immense pain coming from him. He raised his arm and tried to reach you. You were in a shock, the only logical explanation at that moment was that maybe he wanted to hurt you and so you closed your eyes, unable to move.

You felt the softness of his glove, the one you had felt so many times before. His hand on your cheek. You opened your eyes to see a sweaty Lucifer, the veins in his neck showing the effort of defying your order. “M-Mc.” a trickle of blood slipped from his lips and through his chin.

Your eyes grew wide but you couldn't move, staring in fear at the horrible scene. “How inept we are, we made you doubt your place, love.” The way he said that last word made you stumble out of his touch, shaking your head.

“You can move, y-you can speak now.” You muttered under your breath before running past him. “Get out of my way!” You ran to your room as if your life depended on it.

Once in your chamber, the fire within you consummated, leaving you with nothing but emptiness. “I hurt him.” You couldn't shake the picture of Lucifer's mouth, his blood staining his lips.

“He has hurt you too, human. Much worse.” A Little D. of wrath was in front of you. “I'm so sorry.” You weren't talking to anyone in particular, but the Little D. came up to you and hugged you. “What the hell are you doing?!” The Little D. took the form of Satan. When the pang of pain hit you square in the stomach you understood, he wasn't comforting you. He was torturing you.

“I want the real one.” you muttered. “This is all you have now.” He replied quietly.

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live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt. 6 A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas

SHAMELESS PLUG: The rest of the books are on my page as pt 4/4.5 and pt 5 hehe

Nesta laughing at the cauldron is so badass oml.....she was really pissing me off in frost and starlight so this book better redeem her"

you're reading my mind cassian...man up and knock

is he gonna call her nes the whole book YES PEASE

 Nesta "You're not my high lord" Archeron back in action

hahahaha rhys is scared of nesta (for good reason but it's still funny)

I still say that Nesta and Mor are gonna be besties.... it's just a matter of time

HAHAHA self insert smut book shaming

damn Cass brutal as hell

I am beyond excited to watch these two losers lust after each other for the next 700 pages...my favorite annoyances to lovers....plus Cass drooling over Nesta in pants is HILARIOUS

cassian comparing his reactions to things that happened to Nesta to Rhys' reaction to feyre and Tamlin cracks me up....just patiently waiting for their mating bond to kick in

Eris is right, they need him...but 1 he doesn't need to be a dick about it, and 2. I'm not excited for Mor to find out

Nesta making fun of her celibate bat boy "making fun of my smut books? I raise you making fun of you having to jerk off yourself" ICON

how Az isn't laughing his ass off rn I will never know...he's stronger than me that's for sure

hmmmmmm....Nesta dear, that sounds suspiciously like a mating bond

these mf have dirty ass minds....they're really just horny af

cassian don't be a creeper

yes Cassian be very bashful about what the sentient house can see...ya nasty

I would choose to read books with a romantic subplot over just a plain romance book literally every day but sometimes I'm really just like "fuck your war go kiss"

hehe Nesta and Gwen bestie prediction

I love the house so much...such an instigator

OMG JUST KISS ALREADY WTF

choosing to ignore the length of Cassian's hair bc long hair is an ick

AHHHH HIM TELLING HER TO KEEP REACHING OUT HER HAND JUST LIKE MOR TOLD HIM TO DO WITH HER IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL...IM SOBBING

I'm really ready for the Archeron sisters to be on one team...this 2 vs 1 bullshit is stupid...like clearly you love each other

YYAAAYYY KISSIINNGGG

YAYA RHYS AND FEYRE BABY!!! I saw that coming from a millleeeeee away

that is gonna be the most spoiled child known to man

reading this in the library at school is an interesting choice

"Just sex," my ass

azrial is the worst chaperone in all of existence... but he's also clearly the biggest Cassian/Nesta shipper in existence, so it's fine... Also, the way he just knowingly ate at the table after what they did is BOLD

awwww smutty book club

the older sister disapproval is real...also Nesta calling Rhys Rhysand is hilarious

I love Emerie and Gwyn so much omg

Emerie and Gwyn giggling at the sword inuendos is peak bestie vibe energy

every once in a while the Archeron sisters will say something very "human girl in her 20s" and it cracks me up to no end to watch their centuries-old faerie boyfriends look at them as if they're speaking tongues

just admit you're in love with each other..." just sex" is just hurting both of you

that is just about the hottest thing I've ever read

ewwww what does Tamlin want

Nesta needs a pin that says "bitch and proud" bc she really owns that shit like no other

"your my friend" my absolute ass

I love dancer!Nesta

bc I haven't read in like 5 days I can't remember what plan Cassian is ruining rn but I'm glad he's doing it...go dance with your girl pookie

HE HAD MOR GIVE HIM DANCE LESSONS??!!?!? YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

Rhys is good at his job bc he can have feyre AND Cassian freaking out at him in his head and still hold a conversation....live laugh love feyre and Cassian as the Nesta Archeron protection squad

ha ha az...can't hide that you are in love with Elain from Nesta, she sees all

Az getting Nesta a gift is the cutest thing ever

FUCKING FINALLY JESUS CHRIST 🤦🏽‍♀️

Cassian has the confidence of an actual doormat...sometimes it's sweet, sometimes it's annoying as hell

YAY THEY'RE MATES....BOOO THEY'RE STUPID

I love Gwen so much...that's all

THEY'RE GONNA WIN THE WHOLE THING I JUST KNOW

hehe her mate taught her 😊

there is a little too much plot happening right now for a book that only has 30 pages left

cracking jokes after you almost just died...Cassian I love you

OH GOOD GOD FEYRE

death pacts make me want to kill the people who made them

miracle magic objects are gonna miracle magic object now and bc Nesta's a badass everyone's gonna live...the end

YAY NESTA AND RHYS ARE GONNA BE BESTIESSS

awwwwww nyx

if I die never knowing what happened with Eris and Mor I'll kill Sarah myself (I never got to know)

(Afterthought in post-production: this could've been two books bc the way the plot was resolved in the last 30 pages of a 750-page book is WILD)

I'm also not gonna be reading fantasy for a while just bc that's not what's next on the tbr, so it might be a while before I do the next part cause these are harder to make for contemporary novels tehe

[turtledotjpeg]

(chapter 400 spoilers)

i have been fed and i must make stupid internet doodles about it

my wife is so successful and popular (said with distress) and she is doing her best and she just wanted to do healing and said 'noooo' to murders and she cried about kacho and hates being called old and kurapika is the only one she can rely on and i'm gonna cry

more thoughts (not interesting) under the cut because this is an art blog but I am compelled to yell into the void about this chapter

man I was ready to be happy just to see Melody for one panel, but there was So Much in this chapter 🥺 feels like we're getting to see some new facets of her personality (see: Old Maid Melody lmaoo) and it's so fun

it was nice to see her and Kacho getting to interact a bit more openly - for some reason I was expecting nen-Kacho to be more of a separate entity, rather than the "brought back to life" kind of deal where she basically feels and acts like she's the same person? I like it though, I want to see her messing with Melody some more lol

I was wondering if Kurapika's goal might come up re: the fourth prince's invitation, but it seems like the immediate concern with Fugetsu takes priority, which makes sense Zhang Lei also wanting a private audience is interesting, I wonder if that could give her and Kurapika an opportunity to meet up and plan things out before she visits terrorsandwich? Before all that, though, they'd have to deal with Benjamin (assuming it's a first-rank-first-served kind of deal), no idea how that's gonna work out unless they actually pull off the Just Murder Everyone plan

also lmaooo the love confession 😂 one the one hand I feel like all her initial suspicion and mistrust towards glasses guy has to be a setup for him to actually be more honest than she expects, but I still can't help being a bit skeptical of him... both because there has to be something going on with the heartbeat thing, right?

and also, even if it is probably what's most practical for the situation, I'm not toootally sure if I love this "stop being sad and go use your powers to help us do murders" thing lol (granted kacho was very on board with both of those, too, but. idk man, maybe at least try to comfort her a little or something? xD)

that said, he is kind of risking his neck to help them, and i Am extremely in favor of anyone and everyone being in love with melody, so i appreciate him for that haha

okay, totally baseless "theory" #1: he's melody's dead sonata friend possessing the body (& therefore lying about the not believing in ghosts thing) - probably unlikely given Fugetsu is also said to be "possessed" and that looks very different, plus it sounds like that's something Melody should be able to notice? but it'd give him a genuine motive to help her out while lying through his teeth about all the details

or totally baseless theory #2: he's literally just a normal guy with a medical condition

melody: but I just don't get it, HOW can your heartbeat be so calm and steady all the time?!? kaiser: oh, cause of the pacemaker you mean? melody:

(**based on about 2 minutes of research I don't think that's quite how pacemakers work, but it's hxh universe, there could be Something)

(on an unrelated note, I also really liked Tyson in this chapter…sounds like she was basically pressured into a death battle she assumes she won't win, but she's still just out here baking birthday cakes and trying to have a good time :( rootin for her)

...and finally can I just say, even if there was a good reason for it, I think it's hilarious that Melody's reaction to someone liking her is just "hmm... 🤔 kinda sus" alternative responses to "i love you": "with a heart rhythm as precise as an atomic clock?! yeah right!"

[shepherds-of-haven]

Quick question cause i been offline for a while, any thoughts one the "stupid" mode you once spoke of? Like is it a cheat? Is it still in a concept form and not making it to game (and omfg im reading this and it sounds so mean in my head but idk how to make it not so i am so sorry, i dont mean to sound rude! I adore you truly!!!)

Hi there, I think the #stupid mode tag answers all of your questions! You're not being mean at all, I appreciate your kind words! :) I'm still planning on implementing it, but I'm only going to put my attention on working on it when the game is either totally complete and published or is ready for final beta testing or something: it's just a small silly bonus, so I'm devoting all my time to getting the game actually finished before diverting any efforts towards stupid mode! (And to be clear, stupid mode isn't going to be anything huge or game-changing: I'm only thinking of it as a dozen more amusing dialogue or gag options that wouldn't be tonally appropriate on a first playthrough of the game, not something that's going to add like a significant amount of new content or hidden routes or anything! It's just more like a "okay, you played through this massive game with these very serious stakes, now that you've got a read on the intended atmosphere and what the original scenes were supposed to look like (and presumably shed your tears or whatever), here's a few jokes or silly options to lighten the mood and make another playthrough feel a bit fresher!" I'm only saying this just so I don't build expectations really high for this planned feature to be like this really monumental thing! It's literally just going to be a few lines where MC's being an idiot and we all get to act like people referring to them worshipfully as the Hero of Haven isn't hilarious)

And yes, the way it'll work is, once you finish your first playthrough and hit "New Game" again, you'll see a couple of new options to toggle on New Game+ mode, stupid mode, or both! Could be a typed cheat word that I'll provide or just a toggle, I haven't thought too much about the visual design yet!

[rubykgrant]

(Sharing my short Grimmons Proposal story again, I had fun writing it, and I still like reading it~)

Grif knew EXACTLY what his boyfriend was up to.

It was obvious.

Well, maybe he didn't know each little detail, but Grif definitely knew Simmons was planning something, and there was really only one thing it could be.

The 20 year anniversary of the day Simmons asked him what they had jokingly come to call "the big question" was happening soon. In just a few months, actually. Grif hadn't kept track of that date, because it was just another day in Blood Gulch; it wasn't the first day they arrived, it also wasn't even the day they met (which had happened earlier in training). “The big question” day only became special later, after that stupid conversation turned into a repeating theme when they talked, and eventually turned into something important between the two of them during the whole evil-look-alikes incident. Grif remembered the conversation very well, but not the date.

Simmons had tipped his hand earlier this year by bringing it up himself. He tried to sound casual, like ho-hum, it has just been two whole decades since "the big question", isn't that funny, hahaha...

Yeah, pretty damn funny. Just like it was funny that the two of them had been dating for a few years now, even moving into their own apartment together, and while some people might not think it was a long time, the fact was Grif and Simmons had actually "been together" for... a while. An expansive while. They had also shared several experiences in their time together that were certainly unconventional in terms of typical romance, but had none the less bonded them together in undeniably deep ways. You don't have to spend time awkwardly trying to get to know somebody when they've been stuck to you like glue for YEARS. No more wasting time with a slow-burn, they were in a relationship speed-run (well, not really; they were just finally having fun doing all kinds of couple-things). It was absolutely hilarious that here they were, boyfriends at last, and had a specific anniversary coming up... one they called "the big question". What ELSE did people call "the big question"? Amusing, indeed.

Grif might not be a genius, but he isn't stupid. He knows what Simmons is planning.

Now he just has to beat him to the punch.

In fact... tonight wasn't particularly important. As far as he knew, nothing significant or sentimental had happened with them in their past on this date. Oh, this was gonna be perfect... Simmons wouldn't see it coming.

"Hey, darling..." Grif poked his head into the bedroom. Simmons was sitting in the chair by his desk, typing away on his computer. "You busy?"

"Not especially, sweet-heart..." somehow the two of them had both decided to start using extra-cute lovey-dovey pet-names for each other, in tones that were both sarcastic and yet still genuine. It was the little thrill of knowing how stupid they sounded, but also knowing they really meant it, that made it so fun. "Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking about going out and getting a pizza... " nobody eats pizza as a proposal meal. This was going to be the ultimate fake-out.

"Pizza sounds good... you want to eat at the place, or bring it back here?"

"Maybe we pick it up, but then go eat it somewhere... how about the picnic spot, near the beach?" it was casual, but also just a little bit romantic... because yes, Grif was a softy. As much as he wanted to trick Simmons, he also wanted it to be something nice that would turn into a pleasant memory later. Their first real date together had ended with a walk on the beach, an important moment for both of them. It would be even MORE important after tonight. "We could get ice cream on the way back,"

"Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good. OK, you go call the pizza place, let me save what I'm doing and get ready. I'll be out in a minute..." Simmons smiled at him before turning back to the computer.

Grif waited until he was out of the room to start grinning, doing a little victory fist-pump. Maybe he really WAS a genius!

After calling ahead to get a medium pizza with pepperoni/mushrooms/olives, two sodas, some cheesy garlic bread, and even a salad (because he knows what his boyfriend will want), Grif grabs the keys and waits by the door. Simmons comes out of the bedroom, pulling a jacket on, and the two of them leave- holding hands.

For an impulsive decision, this was working out even better than Grif had hoped; it isn't dark out yet, but the sun was starting to dip. By the time they got the food and made it through the city to the picnic area, they'd be right in the middle of a picture-perfect sunset. For once luck is on his side, because one of their favorite songs comes on the radio as they drive, putting them both in a good mood as they sing along. Everything was going smoothly... but it wasn't "special", nothing to make Simmons suspect what was coming his way. Just a regular evening...

Once they have the food in the car and start going toward the beach, Simmons automatically breaks off little bits of cheesy bread to pop into Grif's mouth (so he doesn't take his hands off the wheel as he drives). This is just routine for them any time Grif is driving and they have food in the car, but Grif is sometimes overtaken by how touching this is... so casual, but also very intimate... Simmons does a lot of little things like that for him. Actually, Grif does a lot of little things for Simmons, too... maybe even a few things he doesn't notice, but just come naturally when they're together. God DAMN, Grif loves him.

Nobody else is here; just a large empty parking lot on top of a cliff, several picnic tables, and a guardrail that overlooks the beach. The air outside was still warm, but the ocean below was sending out a rush of coolness. It felt good here. It smelled good, too. Thanks to that sunset, it also looked good.

Grif had to be careful now, if he let himself get all caught up in the romantic atmosphere, he wouldn't be able to surprise Simmons properly. This was just a casual evening, no big deal. Keep it together, Grif…

They took the food over to the railing. They ate, sipped their sodas, and talked... there came a moment when they both watched the sun on the horizon of the sea blink out, golden streaks vanishing from the waves, but the sky still filled with soft light. Grif glances at Simmons then, sees how peaceful he looks, and Grif knows; right now.

"Hey... I've got a question for you," this was going to be amazing. This was going to be incredible. Simmons was probably going to be a little upset with him at first for ruining whatever surprise that had been planned for the anniversary, but oh well. What was he going to do? Say "no"? Grif can’t even picture that as an option.

"That's a funny coincidence, I've got a question for you too," Simmons says, leaning away from the railing and digging around for something in his jacket pocket. "Will you marry me, Dexter Grif?"

WHAT.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED.

Grif looks down, and sees that Simmons is holding up a little box in his hand. The kind of little box you keep jewelry in. Jewelry like rings.

"Simmons... what the f- how did you... why do you have that!?"

"Open it," Simmons tells him in a happy little squeak.

"No wait, how do you already- it isn't the anniversary yet! I thought that you were waiting- I thought you were planning something for-" Grif keeps sputtering, caught between anger and shock and delight.

"Open it," Simmons repeats, practically shaking with excitement.

Grif finally does, slowly and carefully...

There are two rings in the box. On looks like gold with a stripe of dark red running through the length of the band. The other is dark red with a stripe of gold.

"I knew you'd probably figure out what I was up to..." Simmons smirks at Grif, very satisfied with how sneaky and crafty he's been. "And besides, once I had the rings made, I was too excited to keep waiting... so I decided, I would hold on to them and let YOU try to ask ME... this was a double-bluff! I expected you to try and fake me out by popping the question on a casual, regular date, and I've been bringing these with me every time we did anything for the last few months!"

Simmons reaches out with his other hand, placing it gently on the side of Grif's face (the side that has the patch of skin that came from Simmons), and gently tilts Grif's chin up to look him in the eyes.

"So, do you have an answer for me? Or is this going to be another one of life's great mysteries?"

Grif tries to think of a come-back, a clever one-liner, something that could qualify as witty banter... and he can't. It was like he had fireworks going off in his brain. Little bursts of joy and sparks of happiness that have destroyed his ability to be a sarcastic smart-mouth. He's even starting to cry. This was all Simmons' fault...

Simmons, who always had to get one-up on Grif. Simmons, who was such an arrogant attention-seeker he had to turn a marriage proposal into a game of psychological warfare. Simmons, who couldn't let anybody else have the spot-light. Simmons, who was so annoying, and bossy, and anxious, and cute, and considerate, and sweet, and adorable, and funny, and entertaining, and clever, and smart and dozens of other lovey-dovey words.

Simmons, the man Grif loved.

What was Grif going to do? Say “no”? That isn’t even an option.

"Yes... I want to marry you, Dick Simmons,"

Grif keeps one hand over the box with the rings as Simmons pulls him close, bringing them together for a kiss. At this point, he's crying too... and as it goes on, they have to pause to gasp for air because they're also laughing; kissing, and crying, and laughing. Once it seems like they can finally breathe, Grif looks at the rings again.

He knows which one is for him; the gold with the dark red stripe. He puts it on, and then slips the dark red one with the gold band onto Simmons’ finger. Gold and dark red... orange and maroon~

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Just A Taste: Part Two

A/N: So @moodymelanist has been asking for a smutty part two of my chocolate cake thirst trap drabble for a while, and I'm nothing if not a giver, so here we are. Is there any real plot here? No. It's just smut. But did anyone really want plot anyways? ;) Anywho! Happy Day 4 of @nestaarcheronweek! I hope everyone enjoys :)

Part One // Read on AO3

Nesta still isn’t quite sure how she ended up here.

She’s still not sure how she ended up dating Cassian Valdarez.

It had all started when she was three glasses of wine in with Gwyn and Emerie, that stupid TikTok he’d sent her playing on an endless loop in her mind. Her friends, of course, thought the video was both hilarious and amazing, and they had prodded Nesta for any and all information about Cassian, practically feeding her more wine until it loosened her tongue.

Maybe it was being reminded of the way he always seemed to be waiting to walk her home, the way he could make her laugh with his memes and daily texts. Maybe it was all the wine. Maybe it was her friends’ goading. Hell, maybe it really was that damned TikTok. But it had led to Nesta finally biting the bullet and texting him, asking if he wanted to grab drinks some time. He’d agreed before she could backtrack, before she could spiral and talk herself out of it in the morning.

And then getting drinks one night had led to Cassian taking her out for dinner. Which led to letting Cassian press her back against the wall outside her apartment building and kiss her breathless. Which led to brunch together. Which led to a movie and more kissing. Which led to Nesta letting Cassian press her back into the mattress…

And now, here she sits, on the kitchen island in Cassian’s apartment, watching as he fiddles with a large ring light. She has to admit, it’s quite the sight. His hair is scraped back away from his face and piled into a bun at the back of his head. He has on a tight-fitting white tee, the cut showing off his bulging arms, the swirls of dark ink that wind around his biceps and down his forearms. His black jeans are equally form-fitting, and Nesta has never been more thankful for a man who can both cook and never skips leg day.

“See something you like, Nes?” Cassian’s voice pulls Nesta from her staring.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Nesta fires back, even as her heart skips a beat at being caught.

Cassian laughs, the sound warm and booming within the walls of the kitchen. It prickles along Nesta’s skin and settles deep into her bones until she has to bite back a smile. Something about the sound always puts her at ease, feels a little bit like home, and she’s long since given up on trying to deny the fact it’s one of her favorite sounds.

With the ring light set up how he wants it, Cassian finishes gathering the ingredients he’ll need, laying them out neatly along the countertop. Each time he passes by Nesta’s perch to get to the pantry, to the refrigerator, he touches her. A brush of knuckles against her arm. A hand to her knee. A slide of fingers along her thigh. She’s not even sure it’s a conscious decision, or just some thrumming need from deep within his soul that needs to always know she’s near, but it has embers flickering to life in her chest regardless.

Everything ready to go, Nesta watches as Cassian finally digs his phone out of his pocket. She waits for him to place it in the ring light as he always does, but instead, his thumb slides across the screen. With each passing second, his lips tug down deeper into a frown, grip tightening where he’s holding his phone.

“Cassian?” Nesta broaches, leaning forward and trying to peer at the screen. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cassian dismisses with a shrug. “Just reading some of the latest comments on the last video we did together. Do more videos with your sexy girlfriend. Girlfriend reveal when? She’s all I care about. Whose dick do I have to suck for a video with just your hot girlfriend. Are these people serious?”

���You can’t actually be jealous of a bunch of faceless people on an app,” Nesta teases, pressing her lips firmly together to keep from laughing at his obvious distress over this.

“I’m not jealous,” Cassian fires back too quickly.

Nesta hums, unconvinced. He may be able to always read her, but she can read him too, and she can see it in the bunch of his shoulders, the pinch at the corners of his mouth. Cassian snaps his head toward her at the sound, his expression unimpressed. He stalks closer to her, settling easily between her legs. His hands slide up her thighs, over her hips, before settling at her waist, the large spread of them spanning entirely there. One tug has Nesta sliding to the edge of the kitchen island, her legs wrapping around his hips.

“What’s there to be jealous of?” Cassian asks, that cocksure smirk of his pulling across his face. “I’m the one with the most beautiful, smartest, wittiest, most badass woman in my kitchen.”

“That must be so hard for you,” Nesta taunts, even as her cheeks flood with heat at the compliment.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

Cassian leans in and closes the distance between them, slotting his lips with Nesta’s. He wastes no time pressing against the seam of her lips, and Nesta moans into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing closer still, until they’re flush together. It still leaves her as breathless as the first time, feeling the heat of him where they’re pressed together, where his hands grip her, her senses flooded and overwhelmed with everything that is him as their lips move in tandem.

Cassian’s lips nip into her bottom lip, tugging gently, and Nesta is like a puppet on a string, following him forward with another soft moan. She feels Cassian’s chuckle more than she hears it, his breath fanning out across her skin. When she finally blinks open her eyes again, Cassian’s gaze is already pinned on her, the hazel of them blazing.

“I thought I was promised dessert,” Nesta murmurs.

“My apologies,” Cassian drawls, daring to steal another sweet kiss. “Let me remedy that right now.”

Cassian drops his hands from around her and steps back, and Nesta tries to taper down her shiver at the loss of his warmth. At least, she gets to watch him work. Watch him spin the pan around, somehow making it look small in his hands. Watch him squeeze the egg yolks between his fingers. Watch him grip into the dough and knead it with the heel of his hand. It has those embers burning into flames and licking through Nesta’s veins, heat pooling low and her heart starting to kick up between her ribs.

She never knew that baking could be like this.

Never knew that things with Cassian could feel like this.

By the time Cassian has finished mixing up the chocolate filling, moving the bowl and his phone over to the kitchen island, Nesta has to swallow hard around her heaving breaths, has to press her thighs together. She swears she can feel the electricity in the air, between them, buzzing and sparking with anticipation.

Cassian swirls two fingers through the chocolate concoction, holding them up to Nesta’s lips. “Needs the seal of approval from my taste tester.”

Nesta opens her mouth and closes her lips around Cassian’s fingers. The sweet taste of chocolate blooms across her tongue, and her eyes flutter closed. She swirls her tongue around the pads of his fingers, sucking lightly, as she groans at the delicious taste.

“Fuck,” Cassian swears softly, pulling his fingers free. “How am I supposed to keep that clip in now?”

“Aren’t you going to put music over this like all your other videos?”

“Trust me, just the sight alone…”

“Should we do another take then?”

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this,” Cassian teases, but he reaches over to stop their current video and re-press record.

He swirls his fingers in the chocolate filling again, holding them up toward Nesta. Once again, she slides her tongue over the digits, lapping off the chocolate, and sucks them into her mouth. But this time, Cassian is quick to pull his fingers free, replacing them with his lips against her own. He pushes his tongue against hers, and Nesta greedily swallows down his groan.

Cassian’s hands find Nesta’s knees, pushing her thighs apart so he can sidle up between them. Those hands slide up and back, fingers digging into her ass and dragging her forward. Nesta reaches her own hands up and pulls the hair tie from Cassian’s hair, finally burying her fingers amongst the strands and tugging the way she knows he likes. Cassian pulls back, but it’s just to latch his lips to Nesta’s neck. She tilts her head to give him better access, and when his teeth nip into the skin above her pulse point, there’s no stopping the gasp that tumbles past her lips.

“Cassian,” Nesta moans softly, her eyes flicking toward his phone. “Is your phone still recording?”

“So what if it is?” Cassian asks, raising his head again. His palm raises to cradle her face, thumb dragging across Nesta’s bottom lip. “I bet you’d like that too, wouldn’t you? Should I go live? Let all my followers see how you beg for my cock?”

Nesta barely swallows down a whimper at his words. She refuses to be the one to break, refuses to give in despite the way her body craves it, pleads for it, desperate for the release she knows Cassian can give her. Instead, she raises her chin, meets his heated gaze head on.

"I was promised dessert," Nesta reminds him.

"Maybe it's me who wants dessert now."

Cassian makes quick work of the zipper of Nesta's dress, gently pulling at the straps and skirts until it's a pool of fabric on his kitchen floor. Her bra soon follows, and then Nesta is splayed out in just the black lace panties she wore just for him. His eyes rake over her, and Nesta feels it like a phantom touch, her body practically aching to meet it. She feels powerful watching the way his throat bobs, the way he licks his lips, the way those hazel eyes darken. For all the effect he has on her, there's something indescribable in seeing it reflected back, in knowing he’s just as desperate. She wants to watch him unravel and come undone at her feet and know she’s the cause.

“Fuck, you're so gorgeous,” Cassian says, his voice full of awe. “Definitely good enough to eat.”

Cassian's mouth drops to her breast, and Nesta can't find an ounce of shame over how loud her moan is. He swirls his tongue around her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin teasingly, and Nesta arches up against him, grinding her hips where they're still pressed together. The pop when Cassian pulls away is obscene, almost as obscene as his feline grin.

“Sweet, but not sweet enough.”

Before Nesta can ask what that means, he steps away from her and walks over to his refrigerator. When he turns back around, there's a can of whipped cream in his hand, a wide smirk tugged across his face. He pops the lid off and gives the can a shake, a silent question in the way he raises an eyebrow. Nesta leans back onto her elbows, the answer in her expectant expression.

Carefully, Cassian sprays whipped cream across Nesta's chest and stomach, and she can't help but snort when she glances down. “A 'C'? Really?”

“Don't want anyone thinking you're anything other than mine.”

Cassian sets the can aside and leans down, his tongue following the path of the whipped cream. He pauses from time to time, dragging out the sensual feel of his mouth against her skin. His tongue presses and swirls, a promise of what’s to come, and his teeth leave bruises and love bites scattered in that same C pattern, a branding. By the time his lips are closing around her breast again, Nesta feels like she’s coming out of her skin, knows that it won’t take much more for her to go crashing over that edge.

Despite there being no whipped cream there, Cassian licks a line up Nesta’s neck, sealing their lips back together. She can taste the sweetness still clinging to his mouth, that hint of the whipped cream. Her hands reach down for Cassian’s shirt, tugging at the hem until he finally gets the message and steps back, pulling the offending fabric off and tossing it to the growing pile. Nesta licks her lips, sliding her hands down his chest and stomach, scraping her nails against his skin and relishing in the way he shudders, the way his eyes flutter closed for a moment. She expects him to press in close again, to kiss her again, but instead Cassian smirks.

“I think it’s time for a second dessert,” Cassian tells her, sinking to his knees. “My favorite dessert.”

The slide of his calluses over Nesta’s ankles, her calves, her knees, leave a blazing trail of goosebumps in their wake. His fingers dig into her thighs, yanking her to the very edge of the kitchen island until Nesta has to brace her hands behind her to keep from falling off. Those deft fingers of his find the waistband of her panties next, slowly pulling them down and off before Cassian settles her legs over his shoulders.

“You’re already practically dripping, sweetheart,” Cassian groans, pressing hot kisses along the inside of her thigh. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” Nesta breathes, reaching a hand down to bury Cassian’s hair.

“And only me, right?” Cassian asks, the dark promise in his eyes as he stares up at her making her clench.

“Yes.”

“That’s right, Nes. No one else makes you as wet as I do. No one else can make you feel as good as I can.”

“Prove it,” Nesta dares to challenge.

Cassian lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, and then his mouth is on her. Nesta knows there's nothing really to prove, knows exactly what he's capable of with his mouth, but damn if it doesn't feel like he took her taunt to heart with the way he devours her. He feasts like a man starved, groaning and sending vibrations along her clit with every broad stroke of his tongue. He swirls his tongue the way he knows she likes, plays her body like a old, familiar piano, and Nesta knows she won't last much longer. Especially not with the way she’s already wound up from all the teasing from the whipped cream.

When Cassian sinks two fingers into her, sucking her clit between his lips at the same moment, Nesta shatters, thighs squeezing his ears and a half choked out moan spilling from her lips. Cassian works her through it, and Nesta tries to catch her breath, but he doesn't stop. His tongue continues to lap at her, his fingers starting to pump in and out.

"Cassian," Nesta moans, bowing forward as he crooks his fingers, a pliant puppet on his strings.

"That's it," Cassian praises when Nesta clenches around his fingers, already climbing dangerously higher dangerously fast. "Let me make you feel good. Let me show you I’m the only one. Let me prove it to you."

The way he curls his fingers again as he says 'prove it' has Nesta whimpering, but it quickly gives way to a gasp when Cassian presses in a third finger, dropping his mouth’s attention back to her clit. She tries to shift her hips as best she can while perched on the kitchen island. Tries to rock against his hand, to press against his face. Her every nerve ending burns, the over stimulation somehow too much and not enough at the same time.

"Let go, Nes. Want to feel your cunt squeezing my fingers. Want to see that pretty flush of yours again while you come all over my face."

Nesta tries to hold out, tries to delay the inevitable, just to be difficult, just to prove a point, but Cassian redoubles the effort of his fingers, of his mouth. Nesta isn't sure if this is heaven or hell, but she's not sure she wants it to stop. She shatters with a scream, the force of her second orgasm curling her toes. Thankfully, Cassian gives her a reprieve while she comes down from the high, moving his mouth to press soothing kisses to her inner thigh instead.

“Kiss me,” Nesta demands breathlessly, her chest still heaving with the aftershocks of coming twice so quickly.

Cassian is all too happy to oblige. He stands back up and molds their mouths together, his hands gently cradling Nesta’s face. She moans softly at the taste of herself on his tongue, at finally feeling the warm weight of him pressed against her again. When he finally pulls back, Nesta needs a moment before she blinks open her eyes again, still feeling dazed and so sated.

Cassian chuckles softly, pressing his forehead to hers. “Need a break, Nes?”

“No," Nesta argues, meeting that fire in his hazel eyes. "I want the dessert I was promised.”

“Then be a good girl and get on your knees.”

“Make me.”

Cassian's hand moves so his fingers curl around her throat, squeezing gently. It's not enough to close off her airway, but it is enough to have her eyes rolling back in her head, sparks skittering down her spine.

"If you keep acting like a brat, I'm going to punish you like one," Cassian warns lowly, the squeeze of his hand a thrilling promise. “You can walk around with my bruises around your throat and then everyone will really know who you belong to, won’t they?”

Nesta lets out a choked off whimper at his words, heating swirling in her gut at the idea of that. It’s tempting, so tempting. But she still wants what she was promised.

"Now, are you going to be my good girl?"

Nesta tries her best to nod around his grip, and satisfied with her answer, Cassian finally releases it and steps back. Nesta slides down off the kitchen island and onto her knees, reaching her hands up to undo the button of Cassian's jeans. She shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one go, licking her lips as she takes in his cock, already weeping in anticipation. She wraps her hand around him, stroking once, twice, twisting her wrist in the way that always has him groaning.

She leans forward, tongue out and ready, when an idea strikes her. She glances over her shoulder and back toward the kitchen island, spying the can of whipped cream still sitting there. When she looks back up at Cassian, he's already smirking, clearly having followed her gaze. He shifts so he can grab the can, shaking it and spraying a line along his shaft.

"Better clean me up."

Nesta doesn't need to be told twice. She licks the line of whipped cream, groaning softly at the sugar sweet taste and pulling back to swallow the whipped cream down. Urged on by Cassian’s answering goran, she licks the line again to ensure she got it all before sucking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue.

"That's my fucking good girl. Look at you, sucking me so good. So fucking beautiful like this. And you’re all mine, aren’t you, sweetheart?"

Nesta moans at the praise, slackening her jaw to make more of him. She starts to bob her head, working what she can't fit with her hand. She can feel tears starting to prickle in the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't care, blinking up through her eyelashes at Cassian. His own gaze is already pinned on her, the heated look on his face making Nesta moan again.

“That’s enough," Cassian says suddenly, pulling her off of him. "If I’m going to come, it’s going to be in that pretty little cunt of yours.”

Nesta slowly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, not taking her eyes off him. “Then take me to bed.”

“Is that what you want, Nes?”

“Yes.”

Cassian leans down, his hand cradling Nesta's jaw, barely a breath between them. “Then beg for it.”

“Please…" Nesta tells him, clambering to her feet and sliding her hands up Cassian's chest. "Please, fuck me, Cassian.”

“Aching to be filled, sweetheart?”

“Yes. I need it. Need you. No one else fucks me the way you can.”

It’s the right thing to say. Cassian crashes their lips together, his hands gripping her thighs as he hoists her off her feet. The walk from the kitchen to Cassian's bedroom is blessedly short, and before Nesta knows it, he's tossing her down amongst the blankets. She shifts until she's comfortable against the pillows, Cassian digging around in his side table drawer until he's pulling out a condom.

He clambers up onto the bed and settles between Nesta's spread legs, grabbing one of the pillows and sliding it under her hips. He leans over her, and Nesta takes a moment to reach her hands up, gently brushing the strands of hair out of Cassian's face and behind his ears. He closes the distance between them, this kiss softer, sweeter.

"Make me yours," Nesta whispers against his lips.

Cassian groans, but he shifts to line himself up. Nesta wraps her legs around his hips, and then he’s sinking in, both of them moaning. Nesta isn't sure she'll ever get over the stretch of him, the feel of him so deep, and when he starts to move his hips, she never wants him to stop.

"Fuck, nothing feels as good as your gripping me," Cassian tells her, building up a steady pace with his strokes. "My perfect girl. My good girl, taking me so well."

"Cassian, fuck…" Nesta moans, raising her hips to meet every thrust, her nails digging into his shoulder blades.

"Love hearing you say my name. Want you to scream it. Let everyone know how good I fuck you. How I'm the only one who can fuck you like this."

Cassian starts to snap his hips harder, pressing in deeper still, and Nesta can do nothing but moan and hold on, her whole body alight, another release already glimmering within reach. His hand slips between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit with ease, drawing circles in time with his thrusts. It doesn't take much longer for Nesta to give into Cassian's request, practically screaming his name as her third orgasm of the evening sends her arching up against him.

"God's, you're so gorgeous like this, so beautiful," Cassian murmurs, hips still working her through it.

A few more thrusts and Cassian finds his own release, burying his face in Nesta's neck and groaning. They lay tangled up together, catching their breaths. Nesta swears she can feel Cassian's heart where their chests are pressed together, swears her own heart leaps to match the beat.

After a few more moments pass, Cassian kisses where his lips are resting and pulls back. His lips press to her forehead, each cheek, before finding home against hers. Nesta sighs happily against him, gently carding her fingers through his hair.

"We should probably shower," Cassian offers quietly, a sly grin pulling across his face. "Clean off any whipped cream residue."

Nesta can't help but laugh at that, Cassian's grin widening at the sound. He climbs off Nesta and the bed, hands curling around her ankles, and tugging her with him. Nesta lets out a squeal of surprise at the sudden movement, but before she can kick out or try and fight Cassian off, he pulls her back into his arms, carrying her out of the bedroom.

"I know you're probably feeling real proud of yourself right now, but I can still walk, you know," Nesta teases, fondly rolling her eyes.

"Is that another challenge, Nes?"

Nesta smacks at Cassian's shoulder rather than respond, but Cassian just laughs, setting her down in the bathroom. They jump through the shower together, and when Nesta pads back into the bedroom, she digs through Cassian's drawers, stealing one of his tees and pulling it on. She loves the way it smells like him, loves the way the hem hits her thighs, the collar slipping down her shoulder.

She's more than happy to climb back into bed, to burrow beneath the blankets, and she smiles when she feels the mattress dip behind her. Cassian curls around her, his arm slung over her waist and chest pressed along her spine. He tilts his head and presses a series of sweet kisses to her exposed shoulder, to the smattering of freckles there. It's one of his favorite places to kiss her, Nesta has noticed.

"Give me five minutes and I'll finish making that chocolate dessert for you," Cassian promises against her skin.

Nesta reaches down and tugs his arm more securely around her, sighing happily. "Make it ten."

And if the next afternoon, they record a video of Cassian pressed up behind Nesta, of them smiling and laughing while he teaches her to bake the perfect chocolate chip cookies, earning a flood of couple goals, when will it be my turn, and hate to see others living my dream, then maybe Nesta doesn’t mind that she ended up here after all.

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[cherry-blossom-qf]

(all magos) thoughts on marx?

🍏: "Our friendship had been 'bumpy' over the years, but he's really mellowed out now since he became a sensei. He's been losing a bit of his magic since he will never fulfilled his wish to conquer Popstar or any other planet for that matter. So he got into making gadgets with Krankcase, making his own inventions and weapons. Which... hilariously changed his Magic element to Tech... Glad to see I'm not the only one who changed elements!! So, yeah, we're chill now!"

💙: "Eh, I mean, he visits the park sometimes. A lot of folks from Popstar visit my park. The dude calls me 'too soft' now. I think he might be jealous... but I'm not sure.."

👑: "That crazy clown was the first to find out about my marriage with Oakley. He knew that I was hiding something the MOMENT I returned to help Kirby with the Jamba Heart stuff. The dude forced me to tell my secret to him before I was even ready to tell anyone else!! Of he kept his end of the deal by not telling anyone about Oakley until I was ready. That didn't stop him from making 'tree kisser' jokes at me. That bastard sure is something..."

🦋: "He's tried to pull a few pranks on me the first few days I was back on Popstar. Because ya know, I'm blind, so he thought I was an easy target. Turns out I wasn't as easy as he thought and everyone got on to him for picking on a blind man. He's a lot nicer to me, and is one of the few friends I have that helps me run errands and stuff. He even got himself a bell like Taranza did."

🩸: "He's only a fool that can't take anything seriously. That clown just wants to rule because it 'sounds fun'... Which in my opinion, is stupid."

🚔: "I... can't give a solid opinion because I haven't seen him in a few years! Sorry!"

🎩: "Marxamon? Well, I said before, we've been friends for as long as I can remember. Even before we set of for our scamming schemes and still lived with our respectful Demon Lords, we still visited each other. We alwayed did amazing games and pranks around the Dark Area!! Always snuck food out so we could eat with each other!! And talked about exploring the rest of the Digital World!! Together we always had so much fun!! To me, Marxamon is my closest friend... my-... U-Until Susie came along of course!! Then she too became my closest friend!!! She's so sweet and kind to the both of us!! We couldn't have asked for a better tamer!! But in all honesty... I can't imagine a life without Marxamon... almost like he's my other half... IN A GOOD FRIENDLY PLATONIC BEST BUDS WAY!!! WE ARE JUST FRIENDS!!"

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[hymnoire]

♣ + gaya and mikoto!

The Ice Princess of Politics and Socialite, Miss Kang Gaya, and the most eligible bachelor of Seoul's Elite, Dr. Jung Mikoto. The It couple everyone has been talking about.

        A power couple : cheabols and old money. Be it in business or when it comes to social matters, they have and are everyone desires to have and be. Gaya is known to be cold but now with Mikoto, a different side of her is seen. Perhaps Mikoto is the only one able to bring this more feminine, easy going and joyful self of hers that little were aware existed. People say it's always a pleasure to spend time with the both of them, for a masquerade ball, a gallery opening or an inauguration, it's impossible for them not to shine wherever they go.

       Send me ♣ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

Who is the better dancer?

They both learned how to dance when they were debutants, their waltz is elegant and flawless. When the gathering s less official however, Mikoto has better moves and more ease on the dancefloor, he teaches Gaya how to let go, dance more freely and have fun like nobody is watching when they're dancing together.

Who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more?

Mikoto likes the outdoors more, Gaya enjoys the indoors.

Who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person?

They are both a dog person. Especially big dogs of noble breeds, large dogs who would scare anybody stepping a little too close.

Who’s more social?

They both are social due to their status and obligations. However Mikoto is naturally more at ease, he often joins Gaya's conversations during their social gatherings to make the exchanges more comfortable for her to navigate with his natural charms and sense of humor. "God they were sooo boring. Offing myself from the room sounded better than lasting 5 more minutes in this." Gaya would complain once they're finally alone together. "Trust me I know, that's why I came to the rescue." He would tell her, and she would smile.

Who makes the bed every morning?

None. They have the help and the housekeepers to take care of that kind of things.

Who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm?

None of them is that sensitive to the cold. However when sick, Gaya denies at all cost that she Is sick and keeps on complaining : "Ugh, I'm so cold. Why is this house so damn cold." She woulf say again annd again. "Well that's because you're sick. You're more sensitive to the cold." He says. "Me? Please. I can't get sick, go and ask my doctor." She says. "I'm your doctor. Come on, let's get you warm." He would say.

Who takes longer getting ready?

They get ready together. Gaya's team always insist on assigning her a stylist to help with the choice of her outfits for public appearances : she refuses. However she always asks for Mikoto advice as they're home getting ready, "Which dress do you like on me more? The Yves Saint Laurent or the Valentino?"

Who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones?

Mikoto enjoys the funny movies a little more as they lead to a nice cozy evening - While Gaya likes the scary ones. In fact, the scary ones are hilarious to her, she looks down on the characters being This stupid for dying this fast and comments in detail to Mikoto on how she would have procedeed if she was the killer. Like any sociopath girlfriend would do.

Who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it?

None of them scream. Gaya kills her own bugs.

Who is more technology challenged?

None. They are both at ease with technology, they grew up with it and rely on it enough.

Who would be more likely to burn something in the oven?

Gaya is more likely to burn it all down by accident. Mikoto knows how to cook and he cooks pretty well. Gaya likes it a lot when he's cooking, she tries to help but she's a catastrophe in the kitchen. "You know what... just, chop the onions and I will take care of everything else." He tells her.

Who talks in their sleep?

Mikoto talks in his sleep and Gaya listens closely in case he says something she can tease him about but it often is gibberish.

Who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

None of them. Both are clean and organized.

Who likes getting dressed up more?

Mikoto is dashing, elegant, he likes getting dressed up and put care in his looks and outfits, like any handsome modern man would. Gaya too, but she mostly likes it because they get dressed up together and chat when doing so.

Who’s better at tying ties?

Mikoto knows how to tie his own ties but Gaya insists on doing it for him. Therefore when they are getting ready, he naturally lets her taking care of it.

Who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone?

Gaya took care of it. Mikoto listened to it and it made him laugh on how Cold she sounded so he re-recorded a better version. She's upset when she finds out he did that but he can't stop laughing on how awful hers was. She ends up admitting he's right. "Alright, Fine, I suck at this kind of things... I said fiiiine, stop laughing.. "

Who’s better at planning romantic things?

Mikoto is better at planning romantic things. Gaya is always beyond happy when he does.

Who takes up more space in the closet?

Gaya receives countless of lady suits and dresses from haute couture brands so the closets of her dressing rooms are full. Especially with Yves Saint Laurent that has been officially chosen to dress up the heiress for most of her public appearances.

Who has more of a sweet tooth?

Gaya has a sweet tooth but she tries to control herself and not eat too much of that. She can hardly control herself when they drank a little too much though - she craves cake.

Who drinks more often?

They both drink often as they often celebrate or often have business dinners.

Who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation?

Mikoto is more likely to laugh. Which causes Gaya to laugh as well. They then cannot stop laughing and try to behave themselves as they have a Repuation to Hold, but if one starts laughing again, the other cannot help but to mirror.

[deathly-toxins]

@whirling-fangs - ❝ everyone's equal when they're dead. ❞

"Heh...." A twisted grin pulled at Gyutaro's face. "Heh.. heheh... HAHAH!" Cackling, laughing as if he'd just heard the most hilarious joke of this century! Who was this human, who was this pathetic.. boar headed slayer anyway? Who the hell ran around with a disgusting boars head on too!?

If not for how cocky the slayer sounded, his appearance and stance made it all the more hilarious.

"That only goes for you humans." His chuckling began to die down as he began to loom over the slayer. Oh.. how the tides were turning in this fight. These poor sad sacks had no idea what they were getting themselves into. His sister was already readily handling the thunder breather, and both that stupid Hashira and hanafuda boy were dying of poison.

The only one left was this stupid pig-headed brat that stood defiantly against him.

"You're funny kid.." His smile remained, bemused, as if still laughing internally as building crackled and crashed into the flames around them. The district was in ruins, not like he cared. Him and his sister could find new territory, settle back in, and go on with their eternal lives. It wouldn't be hard.

"Pretty sad how you all are a bunch of failures. Man.. I never should have wasted my time on all of you. I've killed countless Hashira before, what made you think this would be any different? Tell you what..." He took a few steps closer toward Inosuke, his sickles held at the side, at the ready. All he needed was one.. really good strike. And it'd be over.

But it didn't come.

"I'm in a preeetty good mood. I know what it's like to have eeevveerrything crash down around you. For everything to go to absolute shit." Gyutaro was enjoying this all too much. He could hear the dulling crackles of thunder in the distance just barely above the roar of flames, and the screams of people trapped in the burning buildings.

"You got the chance to run away, run like the scared little piggy you are. Or.. or maybe you'll become a demon too, eeehh? Abandon the slayers, you know? What good are they if they can't even protect parts of city. What do they even owe you, huh? All they're doing is sending you lot to your deaths." He was almost squatting down in-front of Inosuke, hands idly twirling the sickles in his hands.

"I offered to that loser with the earrings, stuck a kunai in my leg. Was super annoying. But he's gonna die now. Sad peice of shit he is. Same with that dumb Hashira. Poisoned, without a hand, felt reaaaalllyyy good to cut up that pretty face." Rubbing salt in the wound, without a doubt. He wondered, what would the boar headed one do, would he run? Would he fight?

He was hoping he'd do something entertaining.

"Or.. I can kill you. But it ain't gonna be fast. Not even gonna eat any of you, you ain't worth the stomach space."

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hello! If you're still setting up dates, I'd love a chance to win the heart of someone out there in a Galaxy Far, Far Away ❤️

Personality wise, I'm pretty introverted. I do enjoy occasionally going out with friends to a bar, arcade, amusement park, or whatever (I tend to go for more action-y activities). But I definitely need time to myself afterwards to recharge. I'm definitely quiet and keep to myself until I'm comfortable with a person/people, then I get out of my shell (and then I'm hilarious...at least I think I am 😅). Idk I like to make people laugh.

I am very ADHD and I need someone who can keep up with my highs and take care of me at my lows.

I need someone who will push me to challenge myself, but also knows when to stop (or make me stop 😂) because sometimes I overwhelm myself and make myself anxious over stupid things (and sometimes I forget that I'm only a human being that needs things like food, water, sleep, etc.)😂

I enjoy combat sports (mostly i fight medieval combat or MMA stuff) because it helps motivate me to go to the gym and keep healthy (somewhat 😅. I definitely have an affinity for junk food though 😂).

I also enjoy writing and painting. And I like to build Legos.

Lastly, I find that I enjoy helping people. I work in a nursing home, but before I've worked for emergency services, outdoor guide companies, etc. I love being able to help people in whatever way I can.

(sorry if this is way too much information 😅😅 I'm never sure what is enough for these kind of things 😂)

Alright, thanks again for waiting. Hope you like this one! I could see you two getting along well.

Your date is...

✨Thorn!✨

He will want the date to be centered around some kind of activity; he can't really sit still for too long before he gets antsy. Plus it sounds like you'd prefer such an arrangement as well! He'll ask to meet you at a rock climbing gym. If you've never gone before, he'll love to show you the ropes (pun intended, and he will repeat that joke several times too). He'll belay you for your first go, and then he'll pick whatever course is next to yours for the rest so you have the opportunity to talk more as you climb.

And if you want to try the freestyle area, he'll be right below to catch you as often as needed. He'll relish whatever opportunity he finds to be romantic like that. Especially since you seem so athletic and capable of taking care of yourself. If you let him treat you softly and protectively? You'll just about melt his big ol' heart.

Thorn didn't expect to develop feelings on this date, but by the time you're both tired and ready to call it a day, he'll be a lot quieter as he mulls over these butterflies he has in his stomach. If you ask him what's on his mind, he'll hesitate to share before ultimately opening up to you. He'll let you know how he feels, and if you reciprocate, he'll ask if you can take things slow and keep things private. At least until he is more comfortable with the idea of having a romantic partner.

✨

Want to be set up on a blind date with a Star Wars character?

[sakuraswordly]

Spoiler Tsofph Season 10(Chapter2 Fake World) Sad Ending

Sonic: This is not the end......we did defeat Kujaku but not in our original timeline.

Punch: ........................

*Flashback*

Kujaku: You guys don't have the slightest clue what will happen if the fake world disappears, do you? It won't matter for normal people, since they don't remember anything anyway...If I were to disappear, all memories of the fake world would disappear with me, as would any recollection of the fate that awaits you. They won't remember anything including both Syaoran and Peter. Even if you save everyone in the real world to the original state, people including your friends from the fake world will vanish forever and never ever bring them back.

*End of Flashback*

Music background play: Knife

Punch: The other me.........Peter.........*Starts to break down and cry for losing them even Punch knows the result if she destroyed the fake world*

*Flashback*

Source: Levi told Punch about him and life in the underground with Isabel and Farlan. And told Punch how this world is cruel and in the end, he ends up alone. Levi knew how powerful Punch was and her life was very similar to his.(In Tsubasa of Phantasia, Isabel and Farlan are still alive thanks to Punch's group saving them) Levi will tell Punch everything what Kenny taught him and to not regret it like Levi did.

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Peter: You're going to live forever, right? Even after you've destroyed this timeline away?

Punch: That's right....

Peter: Then I'm not saying goodbye, either, because no matter what my heart will always be with yours, Punch.

Punch: Are you sure that you will always be with me? You're going to forget anyway.....

Peter: I won't. If the chain of memories comes apart, the link will still be there, right?

Punch: Maybe you're right.

Peter: I'll always love you.

Punch: And I'll always love you too, Peter.

*End of Flashback*

Punch starts to scream and cry and lets out all her emotions as a human. Sonic also start into deep sadness.

Punch: We won't forget them as long as we exist....right, Sonic?

Sonic: ........Um.....

Punch: I've been thinking lately. No matter how human my heart becomes, I am still non-human, a freak to all lives. Because of that....that makes us alone no matter how much we succeed.....we lose everything.......we will end up alone like this in the darkness....

Sonic: But even so.....

Punch: I won't forget everyone that I lost even their memories.

*Flashback*

Colette(Fake): Say....we will always be together right?, even if one day we fell apart?

Cerberus(Fake): What's up with that it's hilarious!

Viridi: Hey! Don't laugh! It's not funny!

Lloyd(Fake): Man...I'm really sick of looking at silly of Edward's face!

Isabel: You tell'em!

Levi: Hey......you want to die?

Envy: I'm ready for this!

Yue(Fake): That's not what stupid Lloyd means.

Yuri(Fake): Even so Lloyd is right.

*Everyone is laughing*

Vanellope: I'm just saying it looks that way, sheesh!

Shadow(Fake): Alright...who's ready for drinks then?

Bibble & Tinkerbell(Fake) & Terence(Fake): ME!!

L: Say mother(Punch)......now my meaning of life is to protect my friends here and now. Because I want to be together with everyone!

Historia: Me too....L.

C.C.(Fake): I think everyone too.

Peter: Just like me.

PUNCH: WE'LL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER!!

Everyone: Punch!!

*Everyone starts laughing with Punch*

*End of Flashback*

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PUNCH: Everyone... I realize now that I have friends as well. You don't have to save the world to find meaning in life... Sometimes, all you need is something simple, like someone to take care of. I'll keep on living no matter what so that I can protect you...

Cut to a scene where Gilgamesh lost Enkidu

*Crack Snap* The sound of thunder

But, is that so surprising? The fact that all life ends one day has nothing to do with Kujaku. Death is a natural occurrence in the cycle of life. Don't all humans and all lives realize this?

That's right....

Gilgamesh: (Someone that dearest the most....? That's right......Punch and Peter....! I can't give up now because of this nonsense death! I need to keep moving!)

to be continued.........

[marinerainbow]

You know? Before my alarm woke me up for work, I woke up for some reason. I checked my phone for the time, and saw you answered my ask.

That. That is the reason I woke up. My subconscious knew that I wanted TO SEE THIS AMAZING WHOLSOMENESS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!!!!

AHHHHHH I'm glad i didn't get Lottie wrong! (I absolutely do remember Phantom Greasy and Christine Poppy, and I still absolutely love it XD). And I absolutely A D O R E your additions of adult Lottie!!!! They're just so sweet and cute! 🥹🥹🥹

Oh crap. If Lottie is bleeding from the neck, I wonder what the other dragon looks like 😬 I can see it now. Poppy is panicking because that is a bleeding neck on her baby niece, and Poppy is trying to figure out how to stop the bleeding. Tearing some fabric from her dress isn't going to cut it this time. And Lottie is trying to assure Poppy that she's fine, the wounds aren't deep enough to be lethal. But that's not stopping momma Pops XD but hey. At least Poppys fretting will be nothing compared to how papa Smartass and unkle dragons and aunt Shiny are going to react to this transgression against their girls-

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(Oooh Shapeshifters sound perfect!! Does dragon Lottie have those powers?) Omggg just- Smartass is protective in an aggressive way; making plans to catch a body if Lottie gets hurt. And Poppy is protective in a defensive(?) Way. Asking Lottie if she's OK, does she need anything? "Is there anything you want to talk about?" (In case Rena was brought up during the meeting). Lottie has to deal with both sides of the coin XD

Also, I have to point out; Poppy has been living with these dragons for lord knows how many years. She has had plenty of good examples of a great snarl. Smartass is baring his fangs at Ryan (or Rene????) if they meet, puffing up to look bigger then he looks, and there's smoke rolling out of the corners of his mouth, ready to spit fire as soon as the other makes a move he doesn't like...

Meanwhile this fucking tiny princess who wouldn't hurt a fly if she could help it, is beside this giant dragon looking like all those glaring judgmental bird memes while doing her 'scary face' XD

If Lotties got this 👆 on her side, nothing will ever hurt her 🤣🤣🤣

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LOTTIE PLEASE JUST LET MOMMA POPPY TAKE CARE OF YOU! XDDD You know you won't get out of it. Poppy and Shiny will ensure it, as will Stupid, and Wheezy finds this too fucking hilarious to help. Also Psycho's probably getting protective too since you can't defend yourself, so that's at least five votes against you being left alone XD

Lottie: Wheezy, you know I can *sneeze* ... fly myself, right?

Wheezy, letting Lottie lean on his as he walks her around, a tiny smirk on his face: Yeah, chickadee. But Poppy doesn't... 'Sides, it's funny.

Lottie: *frustrated sick noises*

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Ooooh my god, I can see the look on Shiny's face as she gestures to the boulder XDDD she's just like "If you don't back off, bub, then I'll cover this thing in glue before ramming this so far up your ass you have to digest it."

Shiny is SO SICK of Greasy hitting on her babygirl wife. I mean, she can't blame him. Pops is hot in her adorable way. But Jesus christ man, SHE IS TAKEN-

Greasy: *leaning down close to Poppy* Holá, hermosa. Fancy seeing you here~

Poppy, unphased and used to this by now: Greasy, need I remind you that I am a married woman?

Greasy: To who? That prince isn't around anymore-

Shiny, coming out of the woodwork and picking up the smoll wife: Motherfucker, you know EXACTLY who she's talking about!

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Ahhhhh I love all of these!!! Here's an imagine for you; imagine if the knight that was tasked to bring Poppy back home came in the castle while the others are away and Poppy is with Lottie!! Poppy is trying to explain to the knight that he has to leave, for his own sake. The guy doesn't know what to do with Lottie (if she's a baby here, he doesn't know if he can attack the precious hatchling, and the Princess begging him not to hurt her isnt helping). And then- assuming Lottie isn't an adult here and could just take care of the guy herself- that is when the Dragon family return.

Ok one more. Not necessarily a specific scenario, but; imagine if Lottie starts raiding like her dad. Or went on a trip with her family. And then she comes back, and there's momma Poppy standing there, arms crossed and tapping her foot. She's not horrorfied anymore- she's been with these guys for so long and has greeted them coming back from enough raids, it barely phases her now... Which is a bit concerning she'll admit- and ready to start scolding Lottie for hurting people. Or her father and unkles if this was their idea. Just- imagine this small, delicate human berating some dragons like a mom XDDD

OMG OMG OMG OMG BABY DRAGON LOTTIE AND PRINCESS POPPY BABY DRAGON LOTTIE AND PRINCESS POPPY BABY DRAGON LOTTIE AND PRINCESS POPPY-

Ok ok... Lottie is your OC, so whether these headcannons would be true on Lotties end is up to you... but I NEEDD to share my thoughts of these two with you!

Ok idk about you, but I'm imagining that when Poppy was brought to the castle, Lottie is at that dragon age where they are still so smoll and fat- like toddlers I guess XD she's a dragon, so she's not as small as a human baby, but I hope to God she's at least not too big for Poppy to carry 🥺🥺

The day that Smartass realized that Poppy would make the perfect live in baby sitter was the day that Poppy was certain she was going to die; she was holding Lottie and cooing to her, though none of the other dragons realized her attachment to baby Lottie yet (that she knew of. Maybe some of the others could tell?), and Poppy was kind of scared of Smartass finding out, thinking he wouldn't like her messing around with his kid. So when they both nearly ran into each other while rounding a corner, Poppy is trying to explain, trying to put Lottie down- but the little hatchling has dug her claws into her clothes like a cat so now Lottie is hanging off of poor Poppy's arms XD needless to say, she was very much relieved when Smartass was just happy that Lottie was happy ^^

Poppy now uses Lottie as a scapegoat for herself. Wether it's out of love for Lottie or not wanting to get their asses handed to them by Smartass, none of the dragons will mess with Poppy too much if she claims she's taking care of Lottie. She uses this especially with Greasy. Just-

Poppy: *just existing*

Dragon!Greasy: 😏😏😏😏😏😏

Poppy: *immediately gets up and speed walks away* Lottie! Where are you? Your father says it's dinner time!

So Lottie dies this with Wheezy most I bet, but imagine if she crawked onto Poppy and just... Decided she was going to nap right there XD and since Poppy isn't a huge dragon who could easily pick up baby Lottie without waking her, Pops is now pinned under this adorable scaly baby for lord knows how long. Imagine the guys' reaction to this!

Dragon!Smartass: Oi! Princess! Where are 'ya!?"

Poppy: *lying on the ground underneath a sleepy lizard baby Lottie: Shh!! She's asleep! >:(

Dragon!Smartass: ...

Dragon!Smartass: Alright then *walks away quietly*

Ok this is partially lore for the Dragon AU. Since the patrol took over a castle, that castle also had a village too most llikely. It's abandoned now, and nature has taken over the houses and fixtures by now, but this is basically Lottie's backyard now! Her dad and/or unlles will fly her down there so she can run around and play ^^ it's also good to help her practice her hunting abd flying skills.

With that, picture this with me if you will. Since Ppppy is now Lotties designated babysitter, once the dragons trust her enough to not try to run, she gets to come on these outings too! It's the first time in a while that Poppy got to be outside the stony, cold walls of the castle, and out in the open. And Lottie is just showing off everything to her! The little broken fountain that used to be the town square. The trees growing out of some of the little houses. And if this is spring, maybe there are plenty of flowers too ^^

Which, if I may add a touch of Smartass and Poppy development (romantic or platonic you decide); if it is spring and flowery, imagine that Poppy starts to make Lottie a flower crown! Smartass is watching this, there's a soft look in his eye because of his daughter's happiness. But then Lottie asks Poppy to make a flower crown for daddy too! Smartass doesn't really want one, but neither he nor Poppy can say no to Lottie. Then when Poppy puts it over his head, he makes some dry comment about how the flowers will just die anyway, so what's the point in these damn things? But then Poppy replies to that with, "They may not last like silver and gold, but that just gives all the more reason to treasure them now while you have the chance."

Unfortunately this is all I have XD I hope I didn't butcher Lotties character 😅 again, feel free to ignore or let me know if this wouldn't be Lottie ^^

YES! BABY DRAGON LOTTIE AND PRINCESS POPPY!!

Um, these are all canon?? Did you mind meld with me??? XD I especially love Poppy using Lottie as an excuse to get away from Greasy XDD You know I absolutely love it when Poppy gets a little toony and creative XDDDDD (You remember that time we talked about Poppy and Greasy getting dropped in the Phantom universe and Greasy's snuck into the walls in the women's dressing room so Poppy evacuates them all saying there's a fire or something?? That still lives on in my head all the time😂) And omg, Poppy lying on the ground with this giant dragon bubba on her stomach and she's just like... fine with it XD And giant Smartass Daddy Dragon being like- okay that's fine 😂😂😂 I love that too much XDD

May I just... add something? Perhaps some... GrownUp!Dragon Lottie with Princess Poppy??

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Imagine another Dragon, not part of the group, threatening Poppy. He's this big, terrifying aggro thing- and Smartass just pissed him off even worse. So he goes for their weak spot, the little delicate human princess with them. He's just brewing some hot steamy flame in the back of his throat to roast her alive with, when Lottie roars and flies directly in front of Poppy. She drops on the ground so hard that it shakes and Poppy trips to the ground, but then theirs a wing fluttering over her and Poppy can only hear what's happening now. She can hear Lottie snarling and she feels almost unbearable heat crash against the wing- but she is not hurt. She hears a horrible snapping sound, like teeth and gum, and Lottie's wing flutters over head - waivers in its position, - , but Lottie does not move. A few more moments pass and then Poppy hears a whoosh, like the opposing dragon took off, and the wing slips away from her. Lottie's neck is bleeding, but she's grinning. "You should see the other guy."

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Imagine Lottie after meeting her uncle Ryan (A shapeshifter in this au possibly?? Haven't decided yet. This definitely fits Rena's deceptive nature, though), and Smartass getting protective of her... and right beside him, is this tiny little princess Poppy getting protective of her too XD Of this giant, fearsome dragon XD

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Imagine Lottie getting sick (Some dragon flu, I dunno), and Poppy trying to take care of her even though she's a big giant adult dragon now XDD Dragging around full sized sheets for Lottie's drippy nose, asking Wheezy or Stupid to help Lottie get to places, etc. Meanwhile Lottie, uptight and independent to a fault is constantly trying to brush her off- until Shiny comes to help Poppy (cuz they are in LOVE- ) and threatens her a little when tiny Momma Pops isn't looking XD Shiny: Mhmm, yeah honey we're okay! ~ You got talk to Smarty, okay? I'll watch the lil girl ^^ Poppy: Thank you Shiny. *leaves* Shiny: Okay listen here you little shit- Lottie: 🙄 *sniffle* =_= *sneeze* =_= bring it.

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Imagine Lottie and Shiny teaming up to scare Greasy away from Poppy. Like- Lottie: Okay Grease, we're telling you this for your own good, okay? Shiny, can you show him the boulder? Shiny: *pats a boulder as big as Greasy's head* This big-boy right here, Grease. Get a good look. Lottie: You fucking Poppy would be like if we tried to ram this up your ass hole right now. Shiny: *gesturing to the boulder like she's a model on an early morning shopping show now* (;