#daily grump moments

[daily-grump-moments]

Day 199

sometimes self care is watching a forty year old man act like a child

dan's goofs

[kjhmyg]

blooming

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader trope: sunshine oc x grumpy jk au: florist!oc x tattoo artist!jk wc: 1k

a drabble request from anon for sunshine protector jk. honestly was doubting the capability of writing jk as a grump but anon, i hope i did it justice and i hope you like it! <3

the tiny bells attached to the entrance chimes as you enter the shop, the smell of fresh flowers greeting you so kindly in the morning. the hour leading up to opening is one of your favourite parts of the day. your flowers are your babies; you sing to them, you change their water, place them gently back into their little spaces, assemble new bouquets to put up for sale, then choose which ones go up front on the daily display.

upstairs, you hear the clinking and clanking of your neighbours. the tattoo parlour above starts a little later than your flower shop, usually seeing their first customer around noon. an unlikely combination, one which leaves most of their clients confused as they step inside, till you point out the steps to the right of your shop which leads up to the parlour. 

but you don’t complain. it brings a nice mix to your client pool. besides, your other favourite part of the day is getting to see your favourite tattoo artist. 

“ahem⎼”

you turn on your heel, snapping out of your thoughts. putting on your best service voice, you were ready to greet a customer, only to find the next best thing. “oh,” your face softens, “good morning jungkook.” 

“morning.” he leans against your counter and nods to the spread of flowers laid out on the long table behind you. “are those flowers that interesting? didn’t even hear me come through the doors, did you?”

“sorry,” you smile brightly, and he can’t help but to mirror it. “i was looking through this customer’s request. it’s a little odd.” 

“why?” 

“because see,” you bring the request ticket over from the table and lean over the counter so he can see it, “these flowers don’t go well together at all. and i know, i know, it’s a custom order. but as a florist, i should be able to tell them if i think it’s not a good combination right? i mean the colours are all over the place. look, you can’t have too many bold colours together, it’ll take away the beauty from each flower. plus it'll look so messy. but at the same time it’s their choice and they are paying for it so i don’t know.” 

jungkook looks at you with a blank expression. his arms are crossed on the counter, and his freshly washed hair rests nicely on his shoulders, curved at the ends. 

“what?” you ask him, shrugging like you didn’t just spit out an entire rant contemplating someone’s custom order.

“is it really that deep?” 

you give him an exasperated look. of course he wouldn’t get it.

he raises a brow, then smirks at your silence. you’re never quiet. not for long anyways. for a moment he wonders if he's hurt your feelings. he tends to do that sometimes. “i’m sure you’ll figure it out. besides, bold colours can look good together.” 

“but not always.” you drum your fingers on the counter, pursing your lips in thought. 

jungkook keeps staring. till your eyes flutter back to him, and you lock eyes for far too long and your heart starts racing. he blinks away first. dropping his bag and leaving his helmet on your counter, he walks across your shop and takes a look around before plucking out four flowers. two yellow flowers and two black ones. 

“hey!” you protest, “those are expensive!” 

jungkook ignores your nagging. he places them on the counter top and pairs them up, one yellow daisy with one black hellebore. then he starts intertwining their stems, creating a tiny knot at the bottom for each pair. the yellow and black flowers sit nicely next to the other. “see? they look good together, don’t they?” 

he reaches over and places one of them into the front pocket of your apron. the other, he slides across the counter in front of you. 

“or maybe not,” he shrugs, “you’re the florist here.” 

“execution could be better,” you giggle, admiring the flowers in your palm, “but it’s cute. maybe you should rethink your career. come and work with me instead!” 

jungkook lingers just to watch the way your eyes twinkle as you twirl the flowers between your fingers. all he did was tie two flowers together, yet you act like a kid with a new toy. and when you look up at him again and give him the widest grin, he decides it’s time to go (else he’d spend the entire day down here). 

he starts collecting his belongings, swinging his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his headgear. “oh,” he says, remembering, “this is for you.” 

he’d placed the cup carrier aside earlier while talking to you. jungkook checks the order plastered on the side of the cup before placing it in front of you. 

“wait but,” you start, “i don’t drink cof⎼”

“it’s earl grey.” 

your smile drops momentarily out of surprise. you had mentioned a while ago how you couldn’t stand the taste of coffee. 

“later, flower girl.” jungkook makes a turn for the steps. 

after the first few steps, he pauses when he feels something tugging on his arm. he turns to find you standing there, with the flower he’d made earlier in your hand. getting on your tiptoes, you tuck his hair back and gently place the daisy and hellbore combination behind his ear. 

“aw, you look pretty!” his brows furrow and you know he’s probably going to remove it as soon as he makes it up the steps but you don’t care. you wrap around him briefly before letting go. “thank you.” 

before he can say anything else, the bell chimes and you welcome your first customer of the day. jungkook walks up the steps with a roll of his eyes, listening to how excited you get as you go through your collection of flowers. how you could be so chirpy at this hour, he’ll never understand.

upstairs, he drops his stuff in his corner and brings suga his cup of coffee while sipping on his own. the older friend, sanitising his tools for the day, stops mid-clean. “what the hell is that?”

he refers to the flower behind jungkook’s ear. “oh. nothing.” 

“ah…” suga smiles, accepting his drink. “you and flower girl have been getting along well.” 

“she’s nice to talk to.” jungkook says, not thinking much of it. suga scoffs, knowing his friend too well. 

jungkook walks back to his corner, removing the flowers. his hand hovers over the trash can, flowers in his palm. he looks at it again, then smiles. instead, he places them on his desk, right next to the pressed flower coaster you had given him months back. he chuckles, looking at the contrast of these items to the rest of his workspace. 

sighing, he starts his day, with a flower blooming in his heart.

[javierpenaismyhusband]

Unspoken Heat

Pairing: Joel Miller x M!reader

Summary: Joel and you have always kept things casual��just two people who see each other around the building. But one night, when they share a cigarette, the conversation takes a turn. What starts as playful teasing grows into something deeper, and the chemistry between them becomes impossible to ignore. Joel, usually guarded and distant, begins to open up, and both are forced to face the unspoken tension that’s been simmering between them all along.

Warnings: 18+. Not use of Y/N, big fight, unprotected PIA, fingering, blow job, anal, smut.

"This is my first FanFict so pls dont hate and give some advice, i dont know what warnings to put so help me with that too and i hope you like it!!!"

You and Joel were never that close. You talked almost daily, but only because you lived in the same building. You didn't particularly like him—or at least, that’s what you wanted him to think, though sometimes you weren’t even sure yourself. There were moments, like when you went outside for a smoke, and you'd find him there too, just drinking a beer and watching the stars. As he exhaled smoke into the cool night air, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked—his green button-up shirt paired with dark blue jeans and those rugged Dr. Martens. He was effortlessly attractive, but he didn’t need to know that.

One evening, you realized you were out of cigarettes. With no other option, you decided to ask him for one.

“Hey, Joel.”

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “What now?”

“Why so grouchy tonight?”

He exhaled smoke, giving you a sideways look. “Maybe because I can’t get a moment of peace with you hanging around.”

You smirked. “Aw, don’t be such a grump, old man.”

“Old man? Watch it, kid.”

“Or what?” you teased, leaning in slightly.

He narrowed his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Ooh, real scary.” You chuckled. “Seriously though, got a cigarette?”

He looked you up and down, shaking his head. “I don’t give smokes to twelve-year-olds.”

You rolled your eyes. “Twelve? You might need to check your eyesight.”

He sighed and pulled out a cigarette, handing it over. “Just take it and shut up.”

“Thanks, I’ll get out of your hair now. Good night, Joel.”

Joel hesitated, then muttered, “You don’t have to go.”

You paused, surprised. “I thought you wanted to be left alone.”

He shrugged, eyes on the stars again. “Yeah, well... some company wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

You took a drag from the cigarette, watching the smoke drift into the night air. Joel was quiet, sipping his beer, eyes fixed somewhere above the horizon. You didn’t know him well—just the guy who always hung around outside, never too friendly but never outright cold either. Still, something about him tonight felt different.

“Hey, Joel, you alright?” you asked, your voice a little hesitant.

He didn’t answer at first, just kept staring ahead. You figured maybe he didn’t hear you, but something in his stillness felt like he was deliberately avoiding your question.

“Joel?” you tried again, nudging him out of whatever thoughts had him zoned out.

He glanced at you briefly, then back to his beer. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, voice flat.

You took another drag, unsure if you should push further, but something about his demeanor made you curious. “You sure? You’ve been kinda quiet tonight. Not that you’re usually chatty, but...”

He exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh but more like a noise of annoyance. “I said I’m fine. Why’re you asking?”

“I don’t know... just thought you might wanna talk,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

He turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We don’t talk, though. You only come around when you need something.”

The bluntness caught you off guard. “I mean, we live in the same building. We see each other around. Just thought... you know, maybe it’d be cool to actually get to know you.”

Joel let out a dry laugh. “Yeah? And why’s that? You suddenly interested in your neighbors now?”

You frowned, feeling a little defensive. “I’m just trying to be decent. You don’t have to bite my head off for asking.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I appreciate the concern or whatever, but I’m not looking for a heart-to-heart. Just trying to enjoy my beer in peace.”

“Right,” you said, feeling a little stupid for even bringing it up. “Sorry for asking.”

There was a pause. You stood there awkwardly, the weight of the conversation hanging between you. You tried to shake it off, but the tension lingered.

“Why do you care, anyway?” he asked suddenly, catching you off guard again. His tone wasn’t angry this time, just... curious.

You shrugged, not sure how to answer. “I don’t know. You seem... I don’t know. Different tonight. I thought maybe something was bothering you.”

Joel stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he turned away, taking another sip of his beer. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he said quietly.

You didn’t respond, just stood there feeling like the conversation had reached a dead end. It was clear Joel wasn’t going to open up, at least not tonight.

“Alright, well,” you said, stubbing out your cigarette on the ground. “I’ll let you get back to your beer. Good night, Joel.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and made your way back to your apartment, the cool air doing little to calm the mess of thoughts swirling in your head. Once inside, you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, staring blankly at the wall.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. It wasn’t like you to push someone like that, especially Joel. You barely knew him, and yet, something about him always got under your skin—not in a bad way, though. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

You ran a hand through your hair, replaying the conversation in your mind. You knew you’d come off a little harsh, but it wasn’t because you disliked him. Quite the contrary, really. Maybe you’d pushed because you wanted to get through that tough exterior, see what was underneath. But clearly, Joel wasn’t in the mood.

Just as you started to convince yourself to let it go, a knock echoed through the room, breaking your thoughts. You froze, listening to see if you’d imagined it. Then, another knock—firm, deliberate.

Your heart raced as you crossed the room and opened the door. And there he was—Joel, standing in the dim hallway, beer still in hand, his expression unreadable.

You blinked, surprised. “Joel?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down the hallway before looking at you. “Yeah, I uh... I didn’t mean to be a dick earlier.”

You opened the door a little wider, still not sure where this was going. “You weren’t... I mean, maybe a little,” you added with a half-smile.

Joel let out a small huff of a laugh, barely there, but it softened his features just a bit. “Look, I don’t usually... talk. About stuff. To people.”

“I kind of got that impression,” you said, leaning against the doorframe.

He shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable but still standing there, which meant something. “But you didn’t deserve me snapping at you like that. I guess I just wasn’t ready for... whatever that was.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you nodded, keeping it simple. “It’s fine. Really.”

He glanced away, his voice quieter when he spoke again. “Anyway... I’m sorry.”

The apology caught you off guard. For a moment, you both stood there, the silence stretching but not in an uncomfortable way this time. It felt like a truce, an unspoken agreement to meet somewhere in the middle.

“Want to come in?” you offered, gesturing toward the inside of your apartment.

Joel hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

You stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him as he walked into the room, still holding his beer like it was a shield. You both sat down, and for the first time, it didn’t feel like you were talking to the guy from your building. It felt like you were talking to Joel.

As you both sat there, the weight of silence felt deliberate, like each of you was testing the other, waiting for the next move. Joel’s eyes flickered around your apartment, but his body language had shifted—less guarded, more curious. You took another slow drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke out deliberately, watching how it mingled in the dim light.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, but your voice was softer now, almost playful. “You always this charming when you apologize, or do I just bring it out of you?”

Joel’s lips twitched, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Charming? That’s a new one.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. “Oh, come on. You’re not fooling me. The whole ‘brooding guy with the beer and the stare’ thing—you know what you’re doing.”

He glanced at you, his smirk deepening. “And what’s that?”

You exhaled slowly, giving him a knowing look. “Being impossible to ignore.”

Joel let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You think I’m trying to get your attention?”

You shrugged, taking another drag. “You’re doing a damn good job if you’re not.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, like he was finally taking in the shift in your tone. There was something different now, a subtle game you both seemed to be playing—except it didn’t feel like a game at all.

“You’re a lot bolder than you look,” Joel said, his voice quieter, his eyes tracing the curve of your face.

You met his gaze without flinching. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to notice.”

For the first time, Joel didn’t have a quick reply. His eyes lingered on you, and something unspoken passed between you—an understanding, maybe, or a challenge. He shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair like he was buying time, but the flicker of uncertainty in his expression only lasted a second before it was gone.

“Is that what this is?” he asked, his voice low, almost a murmur. “You waiting for me?”

You smirked, holding his gaze. “I don’t wait for anyone, Joel. But I don’t mind a chase.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, he seemed to be weighing them. His fingers idly traced the rim of his beer bottle, but his attention was fixed on you, like he was trying to figure out what you really wanted—or maybe what he wanted.

“And what happens if I catch you?” Joel asked, his voice soft but with an edge, like he was pushing to see just how far this could go.

You leaned in slightly, the distance between you shrinking, your voice dropping to match his. “Maybe I’m the one doing the catching.”

Joel’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly, but he didn’t back down. His eyes darkened, the playful banter giving way to something much more intense. The way he looked at you now wasn’t casual or teasing; it was deliberate, like he was seeing you in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to before.

“You don’t scare easy, do you?” he asked, his voice rougher, more serious now.

“Do you want me to?” you shot back, your tone laced with challenge.

Joel’s smirk faded into something heavier, his eyes locked on yours. “Maybe I do.”

The air between you buzzed, thick with unspoken things, desire crackling just beneath the surface. Joel leaned forward, just slightly, his knees brushing yours. The movement was subtle, but it sent a jolt through you, making your pulse quicken.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Joel murmured, his gaze never wavering from yours. “But you’ve been getting under my skin.”

You gave a slow, deliberate smile. “Oh, I’ve noticed.”

Joel exhaled sharply through his nose, a sound somewhere between frustration and amusement. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair again, his eyes never leaving you.

“You’re trouble,” he said, but there was no bite to his words—only a simmering heat.

You tilted your head, letting your gaze linger on him. “I think you like trouble more than you let on.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned forward again, closer this time, the space between you shrinking to almost nothing. The way his eyes lingered on your lips sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, you weren’t sure if the teasing had been a game at all—or if it had been leading to this the entire time.

“Maybe I do,” Joel said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The tension between you was palpable now, electric, like you were both waiting for the other to make the next move. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the closeness making every breath feel more intense, more charged.

You leaned in, your voice soft but unwavering. “Then what are you going to do about it?”

Joel’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, everything seemed to hang in the balance. His breath was shallow, his fingers gripping the edge of his beer bottle like he was trying to ground himself. But when he spoke, his voice was steady, filled with an intent that made your heart race.

“Depends,” he said, his tone low, almost dangerous. “Are you sure you’re ready for what happens next?”

Your pulse quickened, the anticipation building, but you held his gaze, unflinching. “I’ve been ready.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The tension between you was so thick it was almost suffocating, like the room was too small to hold whatever was happening between you. But you didn’t want to break the moment. If anything, you wanted to push it further, to see just how far this thing with Joel could go.

He leaned in, just a fraction closer, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. His voice was low, barely a murmur, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Then maybe we should stop pretending,” Joel whispered.

And with that, the last wall between you crumbled.

Joel's words hung in the air as he leaned in, lips brushing against yours. The kiss started slow, tentative, but it quickly deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, and you couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.

The kisses grew more passionate, more urgent, as if they were making up for lost time. Joel's hands roamed up your back, tangling in your hair, and you arched into his touch, needing more. His lips trailed down your jawline, leaving a line of tender kisses in their wake, and you gasped as he sucked gently on your earlobe.

Pulling back slightly, Joel looked at you with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. You felt alive in a way you hadn't in a long time, like every nerve ending was on fire. Joel's lips curled into a smirk before he claimed your mouth once again, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensuous tango.

As their kisses grew deeper, more intense, Joel's hand found its way down to your waistband, tracing soft circles over your skin. You moaned into his mouth, needing him to touch you more, and he pulled back just enough to reach down and undo your jeans.

Joel's hand wrapped around your hard cock, stroking it slowly, and you let out a groan of pleasure. The sensation of his warm hand on your skin was exquisite, and you couldn't help but thrust your hips forward, needing more.

Leaning in, Joel placed a gentle kiss on your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you reached down to unfasten his jeans, eager to feel his cock against you. As you pulled down his zipper, Joel helped you out of your own pants, and soon you were both naked from the waist down.

You reached for Joel again, pulling him close, and he wrapped his arms around you, their chests pressed tightly together. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and it only made you more turned on.

Without breaking the kiss, Joel guided you back towards the couch, your bodies moving in perfect sync. You felt him nudge your legs apart, and then he was between them, his hands exploring your body with a possessive hunger.

His fingers teased your entrance, circling around your entrance before slipping inside, and you gasped into his mouth at the feeling. He thrust his fingers in and out, finding your prostate with each stroke, and you moaned loudly, arching your back.

Joel pulled away from the kiss, his eyes blazing with lust. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky.

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart racing. You wanted him to take you, to claim you completely.

The room was dim, the only light coming from a single candle flickering on the bedside table. The scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with the musk of sweat and desire. You could feel the heat radiating between you and Joel, your bodies pressed close together. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "Tell me what you want."

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you was electrifying, but you knew exactly what you desired. "I want you," you said, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you to take me."

Joel's eyes darkened with hunger as he pulled back slightly, his fingers still buried inside you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. The sensation was overwhelming, and you moaned into his mouth, your hips bucking against his hand.

"God, you feel so good," Joel breathed, pulling away from the kiss. His eyes were wild with lust as he looked down at you, his hand still working its magic on your prostate. "Let's see how you like this."

Joel murmured, his eyes lingering on your erection. He leaned forward, his breath warm against your shaft as he took you into his mouth. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through your body. You gasped and arched your back, gripping the sheets tightly as Joel began to suck you off.

His lips were soft and velvety, his tongue moving expertly along the underside of your cock. He took you deep into his mouth, his throat muscles contracting around you in a way that made your toes curl. You could feel the pressure building in your balls, the climax hovering just out of reach.

"Joel," you groaned, your voice thick with pleasure. "I'm gonna—"

But Joel didn't let you finish. He pulled off your cock with a wet pop, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked up at you. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want more than just a blowjob."

Before you could react, Joel moved up your body, positioning himself above you. He reached down and grabbed his own cock, guiding it to your entrance. You felt a mixture of fear and excitement as he lined himself up, his tip pressing against your hole.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. "Yes," you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

With one swift motion, Joel thrust into you, filling you completely. The initial burn was intense, but it quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure as he began to move, stroking his cock in and out of you with slow, deliberate thrusts. You gasped and clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he continued to fuck you.

"Oh God," you moaned, your voice breaking as the pleasure intensified. Joel's thrusts grew harder and faster, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your prostate being hit with each powerful stroke, sending jolts of ecstasy through your body.

"Look at you," Joel growled, his voice rough with primal need. "Taking me so well. You love this, don't you?"

You could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form words. Joel's rhythm was relentless, each thrust pushing you further towards your impending orgasm. You could feel your balls tightening, the cum churning inside you, desperate to be released.

"I'm gonna come," you panted, your voice shaky with desperation. "Please, Joel—"

But Joel had other plans. He pulled out of you abruptly, leaving you gasping and teetering on the brink of release.

"Not yet," he said again, his voice commanding. "I want to fill you first."

He positioned himself back at your entrance, and with one final, forceful thrust, he drove himself deep inside you. You cried out as he claimed you, his cock hitting your prostate with perfect precision. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel the cum boiling up from your balls, ready to explode.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Joel growled, his thrusts growing erratic as he approached his own climax. "Take it all, baby. Take every last drop."

As if on cue, you felt Joel's cock twitch inside you, followed by the hot rush of his cum flooding your insides. The feeling was indescribable, a surge of euphoria that pushed you over the edge.

"Joel!" you screamed, your body spasming as you came, your cum shooting out and landing on his chest in thick, white ribbons.

The sight of your release seemed to drive Joel even further, and he continued to thrust hard into you, his own orgasm wracking his body as he emptied himself inside you. You could feel the warmth spreading within you, the proof of his dominance and the depth of your submission.

As his movements finally slowed, Joel collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged and hot against your neck. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, a symphony of passion and exertion. The room was filled with the sounds of your labored breathing and the heavy thudding of your hearts.

For a moment, there was silence, the world reduced to just the two of you and the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. Then, Joel lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. There was something in his gaze, something raw and needy, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"What now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel smiled, a slow, wicked grin that sent a thrill through you. "Now," he said, his voice dark and low, "we clean up."

He shifted slightly, allowing you to sit up, and then turned his attention to the mess on his chest. His fingers scooped up some of your cum, bringing it to his lips. You watched, mesmerized, as he licked it clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight was both erotic and strangely intimate, and you felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your belly.

"Your turn," Joel said, his tone playful yet commanding.

Without hesitation, you leaned in, licking the remaining cum from his chest. The taste was salty and tangy, a reminder of the explosive orgasm you'd just shared. As you cleaned him, your lips brushed against his skin, and you couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss.

Joel's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity he'd shown earlier. The kiss was filled with promise, a silent agreement that this was far from over.

"What next, my love?" Joel whispered against your lips, his voice a seductive purr.

You could feel the power in his question, the implied control he held over you. And you reveled in it, eager to submit to whatever he had in mind.

"Anything," you replied, your voice trembling with anticipation. "Just tell me what you want."

[kurokawaia]

THERE GOES MY BABY~ 彡 Feitan Portor

WC; 500+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW : x fem!reader

REQUEST :: HIIIII! I was wondering if you could write a Feitan x reader where every time he leaves for to long to do a mission or something she becomes that usher meme where he’s sliding in the floor with the song there goes my baby it doesn’t have to be long or anything I just want something funny I really like your work I hope you have a good day (btw idk if a specified it a lot but if you could can you make the reader fem) ❤️- ANON

m.list | hxh m.list

Every time Feitan leaves on a mission, you tell yourself, "This time, I am going to be normal." And every time, without failure, you manage to prove yourself completely wrong. You have always greeted him with the same gesture ever since you saw that one Usher clip. You have decided to do this for a while now; this is your first shot.

Feitan has been gone for a couple of days and he should be back soon, today hopefully. YOu'll be able to detect his presence before he enters your shared apartment. One of your favourite things about you and Feitan's relationship is that you're the sunshine and he's the big grump, and he also doesn't know what you're going to do next.

You go crazy when Fei isn't home for too long, you need him in more ways than one, in bed and just for the daily comforts, and you love snuggling up to him (he says he hates it but he's effectively lying). 

There goes my baby You don't know how, good, it Feels to call you my girl

You're on the verge of slamming your head onto the coffee table, you so desperately wanted the song out of your head but you only. And you wouldn't, not until you get to slide on the floor to your man. 

Go ahead and play the tune in your head; it's always that song. "There goes my baby… Oooooh, girl, look at you…" You sing out as you fall to your knees, sliding on the waxed floor like some movie star in a music video, arms outstretched as you could feel seitan playing and unlocking the lock at the door.  And then on cue, the door opens. Feitan stands there, wrapped in his dark cloak, one eyebrow arched higher than it has ever been. For a moment, he's silent, his brain processing the utter sight of it all, his hard assassin's mind almost short-circuiting at the absurdity. "You.... are... so... strange," he finally mutters, his lips twitching as if in a fight against a smirk. You freeze, looking up from his torso, your eyes meeting with his own, your chin placed up against his cloak, a smile wide on your lips. Your cheeks are flushed pink. God, you missed him so much. 

"Took you long enough to realise, Fei," you tease while hugging him tighter.

He shakes his head, "I always known," he scoffs, "You make it obvious now."

Your jaw drops agasint him as you loosen your hold around his torso. "You love me!" you pout.\

"That I do," he says quietly with a sigh because he knows that no matter how odd you are he won't ever leave you because he does love you 🥺

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | hxh m.list

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Azriel being jeolous of His mate’s Fictional boyfriend 😅❤️

Bookish crush

You both are readers. I think that would be something you two would probably bond over. Something that might bring you closer. Get you talking. So the library or a hidden-away corner would be a place you two lingered a lot.

And most evenings it was you pressed against Azriel's chest. Each holding a book. It's such quality time. And knowing that you feel so comfortable in someone's presence that you don't even have to talk is priceless. Although, one of Azriel's hands would be moving through your hair, fingers twisting the ends of it.

Side note, why do I think that if you're super tired Azriel would get his shadows to hold the book for you? Like you could be tucked in a blanket, all snuggled up, maybe even against Azriel's side and the dark mist is just flipping through pages for you.

And Azriel knows about the smutty books that Nesta was giving out to every breathing female around her because Cassian is complaining on the daily how some imaginary dick is making his mate more blushy than he had ever seen. Just Azriel had never seen any of the similar covers among your book piles. Until the "infection" spreads.

It started rather innocently - Azriel walked in on you blushing. Cheeks so bright with crimson they almost looked on fire. He asked you if something happened but you kind of brushed him off, saying something about a cute date and how you suddenly had the urge to kick your feet up and down. Azriel had raised a brow at that but chose not to comment. But his observations stayed sharp.

Azriel is so aware of how your eyes grow big at times, how you just throw your head back, how you silently shout at the pages. He had heard you from another room once. A light screech that was followed by a handful of words that didn't make sense.

"That's it. What's this book about?", Azriel had broken the silence after watching you nearly combusting internally for about twenty minutes. His book now long forgotten. You didn't answer at first and that made Azriel frown slightly, "Y/N!", your eyes shot up as you muttered a quick, "Huh?"

"What are you reading about?", Azriel repeated his question, your eyes fell onto the pages, "Oh, just a love story", you breathed out almost a sigh, "enemies to lovers actually, and he's a grump". Azriel raised an eyebrow at you, "So why are you doing all of this?". Now it was your turn to crock your head to the side, "What this?"

Azriel said nothing at first. Just watching you. He wondered if he should mention it at all. Maybe you were just a reader who had a lot of expressions. "Well, why are you throwing your head up? Getting all giddy? Looking at that book like...", and Azriel stops because your cheeks are as crimson now as before. He moves forward, "Let me see,", "NO!", you nearly scream, making him stop. "Why not, come on...", Azriel tries to reach for the hardcover again but you press it closer to your chest.

"Just there's a male and he's... like very adorable", you blur out, "He's just uhh...", Azriel's big eyes watched you, "He's uhh... uhh? What does uhh mean?". You looked at Azriel for a moment, debating what to tell him. It was one thing talking about silly book crushes to the girls, completely different admitting it to someone you fancied in real life.

"Well... There's a male here", you tapped the cover of the book you were reading, "Tall, handsome, dark feathers. A true romantic. You could say a man written by a woman", your words sounded so true and honest that Azriel couldn't help but tighten his jaw. "And you're blushing because?", he asked casually. "Well... I fancy him like well no... not him... well the idea of that", you said messily and now Azriel was frowning. Did you fancy some bloke in a book? What did he have that Azriel didn't?

"Right... let me read it", Azriel reached for the book again. "No, Az, it is silly", you shook your head. "Well, no it is not. Because you fancy him and I've here been trying to smitten you for months but it doesn't seem to work so give me the book", Azriel blurred out and it felt as if he didn't mean to say most of it allowed. "You don't need to compete with him and for the record, I do like you", you mumbled, dropping the book to the side as you inched closer to the spymaster. His hands pulled you closer, "Still don't like that there is any version of a male that gets you all blushy", Azriel grumbled and you let out a chuckle, "Should I make you a list of things I like about him?", you teased and Azriel rolled his eyes. Yet his shadows were already tucking the book deep within their black swirl for an in-depth investigation later on.

[mikeyisbrooklyn]

Here for the ideas!

Oh man, I needed to sleep on it. But what if a mission gone wrong puts Price on his ass big time. This would obviously lead to Nik dropping everything to help nurse the grump (cause you know he’s kicking his own ass for what went down) back to full health.

I feel like if it’s early on in the relationship, it’d still be hard for Price to accept that much help. Nik, the “fixer” getting him his favorite weaponry? No sweat. Nik, the hotshot heli pilot being reliable exfil? Expect nothing less. Trusting Nik, the always loyal, resourceful maniac, with his life? Easiest thing in the world. But letting Nik, his partner—not even in crime, but straight up romance, dote on him? And after Price fucked up and maybe even nearly got his men killed?

Impossible. Can’t be done.

And the thing is, Nik is so stubborn he would ignore Price’s insistence at being left alone, so maybe eventually Price stops pushing him away physically but starts getting cold and distant. Maybe Nik just thinks Price is throwing a tantrum and will get over it but he doesn’t. Maybe Price eventually recovers and apologizes to Nik for being a dickhead, but maybe he’s still a little…off.

Something clicked in his hyper-independent, machismo fueled mind. It’s not that he doesn’t love Nik, cause of course he does. It’s not even that he doesn’t understand why Nik cared for him, he knows the man well enough to know Nik would spin on a dime for him. But that, that’s the problem. Cause it may be meant as a show of love, but maybe Price is still so fucked up he reads it as himself being a liability. Something to be taken care of. And I figure he’d rather die than be that.

So maybe Price drifts away from Nik. Could he talk to the man about it? Sure. But even facing certain death on a daily basis won’t change the fact that he’s a coward when it comes to his own heart sometimes. And Nik notices, of course he does. But any time he tries to reach his hand out to Price, it’s like the man pulls further away.

Maybe it reaches a head. Maybe Nik corners Price and like a wild animal, Price lashes out, saying something he doesn’t mean. How Nik responds, with equal vitriol or cold contempt, I’m not sure. Regardless, it hits a point where it’s make a break for them, and (un)fortunately there’s a mission at the exact moment to take their attention to. And maybe, maybe it looks like Nik dies. Maybe he goes MIA. And effectively, all Price can think is the last thing he said to the man was something wicked or vile or just flat out cruel. And he breaks. Worse than he did at the beginning of the story. Worse than he ever has because he has to reckon with his own fucked up problems and how they could’ve maybe robbed him of the most important thing in his life.

And of course Nik lives. I’m partial to the idea that it’s up in the air for so long (like he’s stuck in the wilderness for weeks or something) there’s a point in time everyone but Price has begun to accept the unacceptable. Offers him condolences and everything. And then, miraculously, a dirty, broken, bloodied Russian man is found against all the odds alive. And now it’s Price who gets to nurse him to full health, and he gets to apologize and they get to make up. And maybe, just maybe, John Price will let himself have one nice thing.

[romanticoms]

milk and honey

(a shitpost fic lol)—

18+ MDNI. gender-neutral reader, intense denny's maple syrup footjob, public sex, risky sex, dubcon, re2 leon. NOT PROOFREAD!! 400 words, 1.2k ch—

t; @acriixys, @rikibunny, @meowsiee

It was a lazy Sunday, you'd often head out with Leon to grab a bite or two at your local diner, all grumped and tired from your daily Saturday activities, you two find yourself needing a stack of pancakes the way you needed oxygen to live.

Leon groaned before grounding his face on the oak table, hunger gets the betterment of his emotions, you watched as his episode goes down. "Can't they bring in our food first," He whined, sure— he's understanding towards the staff, but hunger calls. You thought about this joke he's been sending you, something about a maple syrup footjob at diners, the thought had been lingering in your head for a moment; especially after he's been hinting at it for a few days now.

"Fine, pass me the syrup." You sighed, extending a hand while waiting. "What for? Our food isn't even here yet.." He raised an eyebrow, handing the bottle over to you.

His eyebrows furrowed, watching you go under the table, slowly sliding his sweatpants down, letting it rest around the apex of his thighs, his cock sprung almost immediately, you have him a sultry glance from below, giving him small kitten licks on the tip of his cock, practically glistening with pre; the gold syrup dripped from the tip down to the length, your tongue licked the strips back to his tip, coating his cock with the syrup, precum, and your spit.

You watched him squirm and shudder the moment you got back on your seat, giving him a casual look while your feet travelled to his crotch, a thick weight pressed on the sides of his cock, completely wrapping both your feet around his syrupy cock. "D- What are you..mnh.." The words died out on the tip of his tongue, slurring into incomprehensible nothings. "What'f someone mmight see us..mmh.." His eyes darted around the diner that was practically empty before turning his attention to you pleasing his throbbing cock, sitting on top of your toes while the sole of your other leg continuously massaged his shaft, almost massaging the golden syrup in. "B-baby, don't stop..m'so close.." He murmured, "G'nna cum, please baby.." His eyes were practically glued shut. "Yesyesyes, ohmhm.. t-yes.." Leon sputtered, his slow release left cum dripping down and alongside the honey; burying his face in his palms out of pure shame, but he needed that. You— being a thoughtful human being; handed him a napkin to clean himself up, a faint grin spread across your face like you hadn't done anything remotely wrong.

[ask-healthy-light]

Move Past

When the Sun rose over the horizon the following morning, brightening the forest with its colourful rays, Melon gave Light a gentle kiss, and got up to start her day; but as she passed by the room of her Brother, she opened the door to find Straw still asleep, absolutely exhausted after last night.

A warm smile grew upon her face, before she closed the door to start her daily routine, interrupted only for a few brief moments when her staff greeted her as they entered; and she wished them a good morning in return, as she wrote letters to her Family to let them know Straw was safely at the Inn.

But when she had donned her winter clothes, intending to head to town for supplies, and to post the letters she had written, before she had even stepped outside, a Pony, covered head-to-hoof in thick clothing, accidentally knocked Melon over, and apologised in a familiar voice as she was helped up.

As soon as Melon was back on her hooves, the Pony before her removed their hood and scarf to reveal Honeydew Delight, one of her younger Sisters, who cheerfully embraced her older Sister before Melon even managed to thank Honey, who was only slightly upset that she caused her to fall to begin with.

Unfortunately, the commotion of their collision woke up Straw, who stepped out of his room, wearing a tired smile on his face, before he slowly walked over to his Sisters; but even though Straw would have gladly matched, or even outright surpassed his little Sister's energy, he had little to spare.

With a quiet sigh, annoyed that she had to abandon her schedule so early, Melon took off her jacket and scarf, and led her Siblings to the lounge, where she asked the two nigh tireless Ponies to wait for her to make some tea, knowing she would not be able to leave them alone for even a few minutes.

After she stopped by her room to bring Light a cup of tea, Melon returned to the lounge to find her two most energetic Siblings sitting on the couch in complete silence; but though she knew why Straw was silent, given his distress the previous night, she worriedly asked Honey if anything was wrong.

The usually cheerful Mare merely sighed deeply, and slowly asked her big Sister and Brother whether they knew how to let go of the past, or, at least, to not have it affect her now; but since neither had heard such a great change in her voice before, they grew worried, and asked Honey to elaborate.

But as the young Mare tried to explain, her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt herself getting choked up, so she quietly asked the two for a moment; and while she drank her tea, Melon hurried to the Hall to grab some blankets, while Straw battled through his exhaustion to warmly embrace Honey.

Eventually, covered by a blanket, and laying in Straw's gentle embrace, Honey admitted she knew not whence these thoughts came, nor why these were so numerous; ridiculed for pushing herself to do her best, and mocked for being herself, kind and caring, she asked whether she deserved such treatment.

Instantly, Straw and Melon both gently took Honey's hooves and promised her she never deserved such treatment, no matter what her mind said; and although dealing with thoughts as such was tough, they were always there for her if she wished to talk, or to ask for help in letting these feelings pass.

With a small smile to Straw, Melon told Honey:

"You're a wonderful Mare, and your true self," she said with a warm smile, "should not be hidden."

(Thanks for reading this bonus! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send a request!)

Featuring: Melon Grumps, Strawberry Surprise, and Honeydew Delight, from @ask-a-grumpy-melon

[bam-monsterhospital]

hang on gotta ramble about the strawhat interpretations in this show and how wonderful they are in the live action. also y'know, put any worries to rest?

zorp

i was so worried at first that they'd only focus on making him a stoic badass and all the wonderful bits about zoro that makes him zoro would be lost

i didn't need to worry

zoro THINKS he's a badass. and yeah sometimes he's right. but it becomes very clear very quickly that this man is a fucking disaster. an absolute mess.

he's KIND.

a dork. sees a lil girl with her tray of horrible riceballs and is like 'omg a child. plz nooooooooo', and then instantly like 180s and is all 'brb cheering up this lil goober, nothing can stop me.'

he PAYS ATTENTION. he notices shit! y'know, that thing that zoro does? that characteristic? yeah! Also nice to see where his mind goes when him and nami try to guess each others' backstories; like her, he assumes the worst in people.

he emotes. he mopes over lack of alcohol like a fuckin idiot, he laughs open and freely often, he smiles, he gets startled, he has a thousand yard stare when he realizes just what kind of bullshit he's involved himself in when it comes to luffy.

hIS DEVOTION TO LUFFY. aaaaaaaaaaa. this is the big thing right? zoro's big turning point and it did not disappoint. He's genuine and raw with his delcaration to luffy, knowing the support luffy needs at that moment (aaaaaah, see? he notices things!) and reassuring/encouraging him. ffffffffuck. Then later on he fuckin checks up on luffy to see if he needs to talk. Will follow him to th ends of the earth into hell and right back out again vibes. it's perfect.

he's entertainingly petty. quick lil word jabs at sanji, unprompted. beautiful.

Loofs

what is there to say? if you don't already know, just watch. This is luffy. this is the best luffy. this is a precious bab personified sunshine. Everything you ever liked about luffy? Here, accounted for, amplified.

Namnams the boss

reminded me why i initially adored nami in the first place.

she's herding cats 24/7

assumes the worst in people, very cynical, is all 'nuuu fuck you y'all are garbage', but then when you blink she's exposing her bleeding heart gooey center, regretting everything about everything.

trying not to care, but cares so fuckin much omg, she's kind. she's so kind.

Usoppppppppppp

oh Ussop. Ussopp. Fantastic.

all of usopp's best traits, TAKEN UP TO 11

KIND

full of life and energy and joy like luffy, backs down and regrets life choices on a daily basis, cARES SO MUCH AAAAAAAAA

can we get a collection of his stories? he's really entertaining. like VERY entertaining, also if you're not paying attention to what he's saying you could easily initially buy what he's selling... until he brings his lies into ridiculous territories xD

excellent at quick thinking. thinks on his feet, fly by the seat of his pants, he'S USOPP.

also. ahem. he's very pretty.

does not want to be in the fight scenes but runs in anyways.

snergle

he's not gross. he's not creepy. he's not a raving misogynist. omg.

it feels like his main reaction to pretty womenz is being completely enamored. like he's just mesmerized by his own idea of women as a fantasy fey being glittering in front of him.

actually charming? WHAT? he knows how to actually be charismatic/charming? TO A WIMMENZ? WHAT IS THIS NOW? WHERE HAS THIS BEEN, ODA? HEY. TAKE. NOTE.

sooooooooo full of smiles and laughs.

wears his heart on his sleeve, ALL emotions out front nothing hidden, nothing held back.

KIND. hmmm, i'm noticing a trend here.

very obviously cares about people.

still an idiot, like, this was a given. i want to make it clear he's not some suave fucker, no, this boy a dorkus who rolled high in luck and smiles and it's been helping a lot.

so emotional. and unlike most media where 'emotional' on a dude looks like rage grump murder hobo badass, here instead it's like a fuckin breath of fresh air. it's not toxic. it's just... genuine? is that the word i'm looking for? hmmm.

it's obvious he cares deeply for luffy. and fuck man, i really miss that for sanji.

i'm sure i had more to say, but i've rambled enough for now.

[game-grumped]

I’m gonna do a “Game Grumps Moments I Quote Daily.” I have so fucking many of them.

[daily-grump-moments]

Day 169

⚠️FLASHING LIGHTS⚠️

angry video game arin

impressions

[screenshotsforthelovelies]

I posted 125 times in 2022

That's 110 more posts than 2021!

90 posts created (72%)

35 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@screenshotsforthelovelies

@totemsp2

@daily-grump-moments

@holymusicalmothman

@depressionshitposts

I tagged 125 of my posts in 2022

#game grumps - 118 posts

#ten minute power hour - 115 posts

#arin hanson - 115 posts

#dan avidan - 113 posts

#screenshot - 113 posts

#screenshots - 110 posts

#funny - 99 posts

#reblog - 9 posts

#markiplier - 5 posts

#not a screenshot - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#this made me giggle so much when i came across it with no co text in my screenshots folder

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

They return!

91 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#4

Trying to communicate with your friend across the room using only your eyes

99 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#3

Cats in the corner of the room at the most inconvenient times

110 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#2

My favorite screenshots are the ones where one of them looks normal and the other's face is all... ya' know

232 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It's like when you get all your childhood friends back together

268 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

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Hi guys! I'm not quite ready to come back full force yet, but this is pretty cool. Thanks for being a fun part of my 2022!

[mischief-incarnate]

Forever and Ever

(Disclaimer:  This is not a Warcraft story.   Ghalyn does appear as Ely’s brother in Warcraft stories, however both of them have an alter ego on a world known as Zyltenia.   This is a story revolving around the High Elf Ghalyn of said world.)

Day 2 @daily-writing-challenge

            The pair of friends walked through the deepest part of the forest, working their way to the heart of the vast woodlands.   Haru followed closely on Ghalyn’s heels, still grumping that he was not leading.

            “You know I have innate skills in the woodlands as a Kitsune… I could just transform into a fox and,” his fluffy white ears twitching causing the bells hanging from them to sway and tinkle softly.

            Ghalyn shot him a look over his shoulder, indigo eyes sparking with a moment of anger.  “Not everything is about you Haru.  This… this is my time.  I need to prove my want, no need to the Fallen Lord.  Not you.”

            Chastised Haru fell back a step and pouted.  “I just want to help.  You are my brother of the soul.”

            “Yes, and I feel the same towards you Haru.  You are the only person in my life I even trust, but I must earn the powers I seek.   Thank you though for standing at my side,” he replied with a tiny grin.

            Haru returned the grin then blinked.  “I think we found it.”

            Ghalyn paused looking back forward.  His keen eyes caught sight of a few black stones shaped into building blocks.  The massive pieces were covered in plant life to the point they blended into the forest in the dappled light filtering through the canopy.

            Ghalyn took a step forward resting his hand on the ancient stone.   He sucked in a breath at the flow of ancient magic from the edifice to himself.  He looked back over at Haru with a silly grin.  “This is it.  I feel the magic.”

            Haru stepped forward, ears perked and touched the time worn stone.  He frowned and shook his head.  “I feel nothing.”

            Ghalyn gave a nod, “Because the Fallen Lord has not called to you.”

Haru puffed out his cheeks and blew a sigh.  “Is this where I sit and wait?”

            Ghalyn shook his head.  “No?   Unless something says otherwise there is nothing stopping you from witnessing what may happen.  The Fallen Lord may still yet reject me, but we will see,” he added with a little shrug.

            The two pushed deeper, slowly and carefully working their way into the ruins.   The two eventually treading down a cobble lane peeping through the forest moss.   Birds sang, small animals darted through the thick underbrush.   The place felt like a normal primordial forest in every way to Haru.  He could not feel the steady pulse of energy from the ancient Fae Lord that once walked these lands as his own. 

            Ghalyn followed the pull, a moth to a distant candle that grew brighter with every step.  He drew to a stop in the middle of what had once been a plaza of brilliant mosaic stones.   Haru stood peering at the ancient pattern trying to discern it, not seeing the figure Ghalyn could.

            A figure floated directly in the center of the mosaic, silently waiting.   Ghalyn turned to tell Haru to stay put, but the Ktisune stood froze pointing at the mosaic.

            Ghalyn let out a deep sigh to steady himself before striding forward with the confidence that blossomed deep in his soul.  His indigo gaze taking in the Fallen Lord.

            The primordial Fae Lord wore a coat of scales the hue of the new moon’s night sky.   Inky black lit with thousands of pinpoint lights of the distant stars.  Deep violet swirls of the magic of shadows, the magic before the Eternal Light ever lit the vast heavens flickered.   Skin shimmering like snow in the light of the moon stretched tight over sharp features, nearly alien.   His eyes were endless pools of swirling violet and coal, sprinkled with a luminescent star dust.  He lifted a graceful hand, long of finger ending in virulent blood violet claws, beckoning Ghalyn closer.   Wings of ethereal whisps of the very essence of shadows unfurled from his shoulders, flickering into existence.

            Ghalyn strode forward, sliding his hand into the ice cold hand of the void, not flinching as the slender fingers curled around his hand, palm to palm.   “I feel your heart,” the ancient being breathed.  “I know your pain.  The need to right the wrong.”

            Ghalyn gave a single nod.  “I would be a Chosen of yours.   I would wield the power of the endless void of Shadow to your desires, to fulfil my own.”

            There was a long moment, Ghalyn feeling his soul stripped bare to the being before him.   The Fallen Lord pouring over Ghalyn’s every moment of life since birth in a blink of the eye, beat of the heart.   He would either accept the young elf or cast him away.   Ghalyn steeled himself for the outcome, knowing no matter what he would pursue revenge against Nieanna Shadowbrook.  Nothing would stop him from bringing the woman low that murdered his grandfather. 

            “They will not bring her to justice.  Her family is old and powerful,” the ancient one murmured, his voice a dark flow washing over Ghalyn.

            “No, they will not.  My accusations where tossed aside, even with the proof I presented.  I was told a woman of her standing would have nothing to gain with the murder of an insignificant artisan.”

            The lips pale as snow lilies curved into the slightest of frowns.  Neither had to speak of the fact Alcor Starbell was no mere artisan.  He had been one of the few who understood the technique to forge the alloys from the Shadow Realms.

            The moment stretched on, tenuous, delicate as the wings of a butterfly.  Ghalyn closed his eyes and focused on breathing and simply being.   His eyes the color of the deep ocean flashed open at the sudden spike of pain from the palm of his left hand. 

            He watched as the primordial one took a deadly claw and pierced the center of the palm of his hand, slowly etching a pattern into his skin.   Ghalyn shuddered as his blood blossomed in its wake, holding the pattern as it was drawn.   His golden skin turning to alabaster as the Lord worked his magic.   The first rose took shape, sending thorn vines of deep green to grow up his arm, leaves and roses blossoming along its path.   His skin turning stark white as the magic wound its way up to his shoulder, then down his chest till pain blossomed along with a rich crimson blossom, petals dripping with his own blood.   When the magic ended the roses grew along his left side, curling tendrils from his ear to his foot.  No one viewing it would know this was nothing more then a clever artists work, not the bond of ancient power of a Chosen and their Spirit Lord.

            “You are mine now Ghalyn.  When you seal this pact with her blood, then I will bestow upon you the powers of one of my Chosen.  You must slay her with clever deeds and not blades.   Prove to me you have earned this.”

            Ghalyn gave a nod of his head, “As you say it, so shall it be.”

            There was one more moment where Ghalyn gazed into the depths of the void that was the Fallen Lord’s eyes, then the being as ancient as time was gone.  

            “Hey I think these tiles tell a story Ghal…. WHAT THE NINE TAILS?”   Haru stared mouth hanging at the elf that stood before him. 

            Ghalyn’s sun kissed skin glowed white in the sunlight, his indigo eyes now a burning crimson.  When he smiled sharp fangs peeked against his ghostly lips.   “I have one task to perform to prove I deserve the true powers,” he said with a coy grin.

            Haru’s eyes raced over his friend’s changed visage, taking in the roses that bloomed on his skin now.  He let out a low whistle.  “Well damn, hope you like your new look.”

            “I accept it for eternity Haru.  Now we hunt the bitch down, but you know I will handle her… I have an idea but I will need you to help teach me how to enthrall a woman.”

            “Ooooo, sounds juicy.  You are going to have to tell me your plan,”  the Kitsune said, his head cocking to the side as he studied Ghalyn.  “Yeah, I think you can intrigue her.   So, let’s head back to town.  I think I need a drink after this.”  He walked over and draped an arm over Ghalyn’s shoulder.  “I shall teach you grasshopper.”

[workwithsingha]

Benefits of Daily Gratitude Practice

Saying Thanks: It's Not Just Good Manners The other day, I was chatting with a pal when he drops this bombshell: "Hey, did you know saying 'thanks' could actually make your life better?" I laughed at first, but then I got curious. He may well be onto something here.

Here's the deal. It's called a daily gratitude practice. Ah, fancy name, right? But really, it's very simple. It's just taking a moment each day to appreciate the good stuff in life. And let me tell you, it's been an eye-opener.

I've been trying it out for a couple of weeks now, and to my surprise, it's kinda cool. Here's what I've noticed:

My attitude improved: Strange, but true. Even on the worst days, I find something to be thankful for, which slightly lifts up my spirits.

I sleep like a baby: Used to toss and turn, but these days? Lights out, I'm gone.

Folks love me more: Maybe it's because I am not such a grump anymore? Who knew saying "thanks" was so powerful?

Stress? What stress?: Okay, it's still here, but it doesn't feel like the world is coming to an end anymore.

I feel. healthier?: Can't explain it, but I'm not catching every little cold that goes through the office.

Bouncing back is easier: Life throws me the curveballs, but I don't fall to my knees as easily as I used to.

I'm starting to like. me?:.

Am I lying? It's not sunshine and rainbows all day, every day. Life is life, you know? But the good stuff focus? Helps a lot.

Want to give it a try? Not rocket science. Just think of three good things a day. They don't have to be huge. That hit from that first cup of coffee in the morning? Totally counts. Or the moment your kid eats their veggies without a fight? Jackpot!

Okay, I'm not promoting miracles here, but from one skeptic to another? Gives it a go, don't you think? You never know; you might just be grateful for it.

Benefits of Daily Gratitude Practice

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Got tagged by @ladyyatexel last October so that should really tell y'all where I'm at on replies for like, 99% of anything you want me to see. Sorry not sorry. I'm not trying my best even remotely but boy, I'm trying.

ANYWAY.

Last song: part of a frankly enormous playlist of an FMA AU I've kind've touched on over on AO3, but that version is frankly very different compared to where the current reluctant brainworms want to take this one. Either way we have this:

We also have the entire Puscifer remix album of Money $hot Your Re-Load which I'm fucking ADDICTED to at the moment, please treat yourself to The Vibes of some fantastic fucking remixes

Currently watching: Brainworm hell means I can't commit to any proper series more than like. 3 times a year? So right now I'm splitting my viewership between rewatching literally all of Game Grumps' 10 Minute Power Hours for like, the 15th time each vid just for the giggles and random actually intelligent YT essays by people I already follow.

Look man, if their voices are nice or they make me laugh, that's about as much as I can appreciate currently. I want to rewatch Good Omens again and I'm probably going to commit to that this week if that's anything?

At this very particular moment I stopped watching Caffeinated Dad's playthrough/summary of FFXIV to make this post, and he's amusing enough to plug

(If you don't FFXIV his summary vids are an excellent newbie catchall/breakdown. He's still a newbie himself and it's very cool to see his reactions to decade-plus old content considering what I, a 90% caught up player, knows. Oh the storm coming his way! :DDDD)

Current Obsession: BOY this one is in a weird place? Gimme a minute to lay this one out.

So like, I'm literally 6 years into having New Daily Persistent Headache and Fibromyalgia/probably Sjogren's Syndrome, which basically means I've had some flavor of migraine 24/7 since Feb 27 2018. My capacity to do like, literally any kind of creativity has goddamn motherfucking shitkicking cuntscruggling TANKED over the last several years. I am, mentally speaking, not doing great!

So instead of writing I spend a lot of time thinking of Very Silly AUs of writings I might, one day, maybe, attempt to commit to. The stories I spend many hours huddled in the dark thinking about are stories so displaced from any kind of canon there's really no point in trying to write them down and share with all of y'all. They're for me as a distraction from how much pain I'm in so many hours of every single goddamn shitkicking day of my life. More specifically, migraine hell is quelled at least a little bit by very silly Time Travel AUs of Bad Times Happen To Your Faves AUs.

So this week I'm thinking about an AU where Edward Elric loses his right arm again for keepsies years post-canon, adopts a kid OC, realizes that the way he defeated Pride accidentally turned him into a homunculus comparable to Bradley, and decades later finds himself temporally flung right back into the shittiest time of his life (AKA the canon timeline).

Is this any kind of fic worth writing? Not really, not without like, at LEAST 300k worth of pretense. In my hunchbacked hating life and physical sensations day-to-day life however? Yeah, yeah, it's funny. It's silly and pointless and poignant and distracts me by thinking of ways how an older Ed could manipulate canon events (or at the very least convey them to canon versions of everyone before the canon shit can hit hit the canon fan). It's all Very Funny and Interesting to me. Will I ever write it? Absolutely not. Will it live rent-free in my brain for years to come? Oh, abso-fuckin'-lutely. Time Travel AUs of Wild AUs I'll Never Commit To Publically are the bread and butter of my brain's capacity to tolerate like, existence, at this point in my life.