#fancypants au

[discordiansamba]

Toph: Nope. No way are you going to get me to go in those sewers.

Katara: Really? I thought you liked being dirty.

Toph: I do! What I don't like is being on unstable footing, surrounded by water!

Katara: Technically it's sewage, but I see your point. But then how are we going to get you into Omashu? They'll probably notice if you break one of the walls down.

Zuko: Don't worry about that. I have a plan.

Sokka: ...please don't tell me the plan is climbing the wall with Toph on your back.

Zuko: okay. I won't tell you.

Sokka, heaving a sigh: Why did I even ask.

(zuko and toph in the zuko time travel AU, after getting separated from the rest of the Gaang and Chong's troupe in The Cave of Two Lovers)

zuko: ...so. you know the way out of here, right?

toph: Sure do. Thought you'd never ask!

[rocksibblingsau]

What would branch being captured by the v's look like in the classical branch au

would trollzart and the others have to find his brothers or like how would they react to branch's brothers acting so undignified(by classical troll stantards) especially compared to branch who is literally The etiquette person(having written books and being a etiquette teacher, etc)

- :D

If Classical Branch was captured by Velvet and Veneer, I like to think the two actually have no idea if they actually caught Bitty B.

"Are we sure this is Bitty B?" "The name is 'Branch', my good sir." "Who cares if it is, we'll just lie and tell BroZone we have Bitty B."

John Dory gets the letter and goes to confirm himself, finding Classical Branch. He actually can't tell that Classical Branch is Branch, and Branch doesn't know that John Dory doesn't know.

JD: Hello? Hey! Hey are you okay? Branch: Johnathon Dory? JD: Uh just John Dory. Branch: My apologies. I'm relatively unharmed, though most indisposed. You best leave now, before Madam Velvet and Sir Veneer return. JD: I should get you out- WAIT! Do they have any other trolls here? Branch: No, just myself, thankfully. Though some company would help see me through the nights...

Branch tells JD to find his father, Trollzart, and even gives him directions to both Pop Village/Trollstopia and Symphonyville. JD plans to first stop by Pop Village to find his brothers and then he'll get "this Trollzart dude", as he still believes they are the best shot at the family harmony.

JD interrupts the wedding to ask about Branch like normal, now that the letter was a bust. Poppy tells him Branch just left a bit ago to return home to Symphonyville. JD, at this point, doesn't actually know what Symphonyville is or that it implies Branch is living with a whole other type of Trolls. So he just goes "GREAT! That's where the fancy dude I found also lives. Maybe Branch knows him!" He explains a bit more to Poppy and she has to tell him that WAS Branch he found.

JD insists she's mistaken ("No you didn't see this guy, he was a real fancypants nerd type and Bitty's just a baby") but Branch's friends all confirm that that's what Branch is like now. He still doubts it as he was told to find his 'father' and it's not possible for Branch to mean THEIR dad. Meeting the Classical Trolls he's even more confused because what is UP with these dudes?

Trollzart's instantly worried to hear Branch has been kidnapped, as well as upset with John Dory. "You just LEFT him there? Ah well I suppose the notion isn't foreign to you." But he's willing to do whatever it takes to save his darling boy.

The trip to find Bruce is tense as John Dory had been the patriarch of the family, and now some fancy dressed baby man who talks like he swallowed a dictionary (JD's words, not mine) is trying to claim he's Branch's dad?

When they get to the island, Bruce doesn't want to even listen to John Dory until Trollzart yells out "For heaven's sake, isn't there a single one of you who cares about dearest Branch?!" That gets Bruce's attention and he demands to know what's up. He wants to help but he's still a bit confused on Trollzart's role in this.

Since Branch isn't there, it's slightly thanks to Trollzart they find Clay. Bruce and John Dory are arguing back and forth and Trollzart remarks to Poppy that despite the glass he can "Smell the stench of those foul undergarments just as well as he could from a mile away". Poppy gets the idea to use them for Rhonda and they arrive at the Hole N Fun.

Clay initially is pretty cool with Trollzart, as he's "hardcore serious" but when it's clear that Trollzart has a grudge he gets defensive.

The brothers have no clue how to find Floyd but thankfully they don't need to. Floyd also received the letter and he meets up with them outside of Mount Rageous.

The group attempts to practice, resulting in their fighting. Floyd attempts to break it up, cue the line about going their separate ways. It's Trollzart who gets upset this time. "Ah what a displeasure it is to see the four of you reprising your star roles. Though it is my first time seeing it, my beloved son has described that dreaded day that I myself am experiencing deja vu witnessing this. Truly if the world is a stage you are most befitting of the villainous role. One must wonder what it must be like to care so little about anyone other than oneself, it must surely be quite liberating to not feel the least bit of sorrow at the thought of the infant you left behind."

Trollzart joins the fight, telling the brothers about what a joy Branch is to have as a son and doesn't reveal Branch's trauma but does imply Branch HAS trauma and its their fault. Trollzart tells them they don't deserve the option of a second chance and he leaves and tells Poppy he'll attempt this 'perfect family harmony' his own way.

Trollzart and Branch duet for the perfect family harmony, with Brozone playing more of a supporting role. I'm thinking it'd be sort of a broadway type of song. Kinda like 'Not While I'm Around' from Sweeney Todd or 'Dear Theodosia' from Hamilton, a little bit 'Slipping Through My Fingers' from Mamma Mia, even. If Classical Branch was an actual Trolls movie I'd probably make them hire that Lin Manual guy that @dialga64bitz keeps sending me pictures of in my submissions box to write the song.

And uh, yeah. That's about how it'd go I imagine.

[tumblerosestudios]

Fuck it the brain worms are back:

Gravity Fall University, an AU/continuation idea my brain just thought up.

After spending 5 years adventuring in their old age Ford and Stan decide to head back to Gravity Falls to open a college with a focus on paranormal science, and gift shop, Stan runs the business and money side while Ford becomes head professor of the school, right around this time is Dipper & Mabel's 19th birthday, with their senior year coming to a close they start looking for colleges, there is some tension as Dipper wants to go to Fancypants U. While Mabel wants to go to Cheap Art School (we can't afford a name!), however their problem is solved when they get an invitation to Gravity Falls University, run by their Grunkles, and they decide to go to college together.

However their new school isn't all sunsprites and Unicorns and gnomes, when a transfer student from Florida visits the Falls, named William Decodaire, sees an odd statue at the local museum and tourist trap, and while thinking it would be a funny photo opp, shakes the statue's hand, completely ignoring the "Don't shake Statue's hand" sign just below it, this gets Willy possessed by Bill, unfortunately without a proper contract deal Bill doesn't actually have full control, taking William over only when asleep, lucky for Bill, he can vibe with this kid, as this guy hears unending chaos and unimaginable horrors and goes "cool", so the two decide to go to Gravity Falls U as well for Bill to exact revenge and for William to be moral support? He's chill with Bill so the triangle doesn't really care.

Paz would also be there, basically after Mcgucket got their fortune the Northwests decided to downgrade to a suburb and money got tight so an in town school that she was immediately willing to go to because there was a high chance Dipper would be there was the best choice, yes I ship Dipcifica what of it

So the basic setup is a college for the paranormal in Gravity Falls brings the original cast and mixes them with new weirdos who wanted in on the weirdness school. Might write this later but new ideas started flowing so I wanted to write them down regardless if I do anything with this, feel free to add on if this concept interests you!

[gamerbearmira]

Au time! Mirabel's gift is anything she paints comes to life. Like as soon as she touched the doorknob, her painting of her Abuela and Abuelo appeared to jump out of the paper and immediately being lifted up by Casita.

WHATTT REAL 👽

Kinda reminds me of that one game Drawn to Life. I never played it, but I had a friend who did, she was super into for a while. Also Fancypants, did anyone else play that?? I don't think I ever beat the games tho lol

ANYWAY SUPER COOL IDEA??? Uhhhh funny though, does the paintings that came to life retain the skill. Like she's 5, so does that mean that the versions that come to life have the quality of a five old's painting until they get replaced as she gets older 💀💀

[thefreakydeaky]

You're No Good (Part 2)

Negan x Reader

Various TWD Characters x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Your husband came up with a way to keep you away from trouble but trouble just won't stay away from you.

Warnings: In this house we say Fuck. there's a little angst in this part. la croix smut. there is a hint of smut.

That evening as you made dinner, the instant messaging app dinged. You picked up your phone to see a response from your ex.

- Hey, I've been doing fine. The families alright except we lost Mimma and Pappa two years ago. We should go get a drink together and really catch up, when you've got time. There's a fancypants bar at that new hotel downtown. You were always into that sort of thing. Let me know.-

You smirked.

Fancypants bar

It was a very Him phrase to use. It sounded fun to day drink and hang out for a while.

-I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family. I would like to catch up. What day are you off?-

And just like that it was set in motion. You pushed the stir fry around the pan. You heard the garage door opening and took off your apron.

Negan called out to you as he came inside. You turned off the stove and went to him.

The tall handsome man put his arms around you encircling you in his embrace. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his in a quick peck. He laughed. Then ducked his head and kissed you properly. His lips molded to yours. You stayed connected for a moment. He slowly pulled away.

"What you makin'?" Negan asked following you to the kitchen.

"Oh, just stir fry." You told him.

He took out a couple of plates and set them on the counter. You began to serve your dinner as he got a beer and a soda from the fridge.

"How was your day?" He took a seat at the table.

You picked up the plates and then set them down. You got utensils and brought them to the table.

"It was alright." You thought for a moment to tell him you had run into Rick Grimes, but you decided against it. "Nothing interesting. I bought a new dress."

"That's nice." He took a bite of his food.

"So, I don't want you to think I'm upset with you, because I'm not, but-"

His eyebrows raised. He looked mildly concerned.

"Another one called me today.” You kept your tone even.

“Who called you?” He asked not understanding.

“Someone you’ve …seen or someone you’re seeing.” You tried again.

He winced.

“We had talked about you using face recognition to lock your phone, remember?" You imparted with forced calm.

"Shit. Baby, I'm sorry. I hate to do it. It's such an inconvenience, but you're right. If it's the only way to prevent this from happening I'll get it done."

You nodded.

"Thank you."

He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. Your text message app chimed. You ignored it in favor of eating dinner with the man you loved.

••••••••••••

On a bright and sunny Saturday, You and Negan drove to one of the biggest parks in the city. It was beautiful, green and teaming with vegitation. The big elm trees offered a lot of shade and the lake at the center made the weather, that bordered on too hot, more bearable.

There were tables set up and booths with carnival games. An Axe throwing area was set up off to the side. There was an area being used to set up the catering that had been ordered as well.

Hand in hand you let Negan lead you up to his boss. He introduced you (again) to Mr. Philip Blake, a man of average height and unremarkable features. He acted pleasant enough.

You shook hands and made a comment about how nice it all was. Mr. Blake called his wife and daughter over and you greeted them as well. They were in matching floral printed shorts and pink polo shirts. You found it cute and smiled at the little girl.

"Well, there's plenty to do around here. You have to sign a waver for the axe throwing, but it's safe enough." Mr. Blake commented.

"We'll try it out." Negan replied.

The men nodded cordially at one another and you parted ways.

"What would you like to do?" Negan asked you as you stopped by different booths to check them out.

"Mm...what about the ring toss?"

Negan smirked at you.

"You sure about that?"

You nodded.

When it was your turn at the game, you were handed three rings each. You watched Negan go first. He missed the first one but landed the last two.

"Good job, My love." You kissed his cheek.

"Can't wait to see you try it." He teased.

You played at glaring at him.

You turned the first ring in your hand and hooked your hand as though you were throwing a frisbee. You moved your wrist sharply. It whizzed past the bottles and hit the tarp behind them.

The corner of Negan's mouth twitched. You shook your head.

You tried the same move again, this time you tried not to move so tightly. The ring landed upright in between the bottles

You made a sound of disappointment.

Negan chuckled.

"Last one, You've got this." He encouraged despite his amusement.

The last ring you held between both your hands and tossed into the air. The red plastic bounced against the bottles and tumbled to the floor.

You pouted.

Negan laughed lightly. He pulled you into his side, his arm around you lower back.

"It's okay, Baby. Throwing was never your thing."

"Yeah, yeah." You pretended to be mad about it. In truth, your lack of agility didn't bother you, you just liked to see Negan smile.

You moved on to a booth where you would throw darts at balloons. Negan gestured toward the stuffed animals.

"I'll win you one." He boasted, throwing you a wink.

You scoffed at him.

"Sure you will."

He threw the first of five darts and immediately hit a green balloon. The next two darts popped two more balloons in a row. With the the fourth one he struck the board between two rows and both balloons popped.

You clapped, grinning at the absurdly joyful look on his face. He got ready to throw the fifth dart.

You jumped at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder and turned, missing Negan's throw.

"What are you doing here?" The torso you found yourself looking at was all that was eye level for you, you had to crane your neck to see the man talking to you.

"Be?" Your eyes widened.

You would not have imagined you would run into him here, the man you met in a motel room twice a month. Memories flashed through your mind, the giant of a man with his hands tied together, laying naked under you as you rode his long cock. Memories of teasing him and edging him until he was on the verge of tears. Making him cum so hard that he whined as he reached orgasm. Then again, was it any wonder that you wouldn't know? He was very strict about keeping the details of your lives private. You didn't even know his real name. He told you to call him 'Beta'.

His brows were curled down in upset.

"You shouldn't be here." Beta insisted.

"I, uhm, someone I know works for-"

"I don't care! She'll see you!" He said in a hushed but urgent tone.

"Just ignore me. She will only know if you give it away." You huffed pushing his hand away from your shoulder.

Beta grabbed onto your forearm and started pulling you away.

"Hey!" You hissed. "Let go of me!"

The giant of a man ignored you still tugging you along behind him. You looked around frantically for your husband.

"Excuse me. You wanna get your fucking hands off my wife?" Negan cut in coming to stand between you.

Beta seemed startled by Negan's sudden presence. He let go of your arm.

"Oh, uh, your wife? My bad." He stuttered, looking from you to Negan and back. He didn't seem to be intimidated by Negan. Rather, his eyes kept darting toward the seating area somewhere behind you. "My bad." He repeated and walked away.

Once Beta was a good distance away, Negan turned and picked something up off the ground. Still feeling anxious and freaked out by what had happened, you watched as he came to you and deposited a rainbow colored bear into your arms the size of a small dog.

"Are you alright?" He sounded annoyed, but there was concern under it.

You nodded. You stared at the stuffed animal mutely for a minute.

"You should be more careful who you choose." He sniffed. "It sucks for me to have to meet them."

When you looked up, Negan was no longer standing in front of you. You caught sight of him going back toward the tables where some of his coworkers were sitting. You wiped away the tears that were welling in your eyes and started heading to the booth that was giving out lemonade.

[tsunamiiseas]

I'm hyperfixating on TF2 sooo

'Modern' AU where everyone either started off with regular lives or retired from their jobs as mercs in Mann Co. and share a house together because they're too dumb to get their own houses

Scout / Jeremy Schmitz is 23, the youngest of their gang and an absolute feral menace. Because of his age he gets treated as the youngest brother/gremlin/demon spawn, which he often protests against, but can you really blame the boys when you see how Scout's personality is 💀 He works as a fast food worker and is usually charged with getting groceries alongside Spy or Medic since he's too untrustworthy to go off by himself.

Soldier / Martin "Jane Doe" Rodriguez is 34 and the self-proclaimed 'head' of the house even though his commands are more ridiculous than lousy kid's cartoons. He served in the army for a few years before being discharged due to his schizophrenia, and because of his less than favourable attitude he's not very popular in the neighbourhood. He works as a security guard for a dingy hotel that's too worn down to care about quality employees.

Demo / Tavish "Tav" Finnegan DeGroot is 35, a demolitions expert on the outside and a true alcoholic at heart. He also used to serve in the army alongside Soldier before he too got discharged because of his destructive and alcoholic nature. He often goes to the local bar to waste himself away, usually resulting in Heavy, Medic or Scout dragging him back home. He works as a demolition worker and absolutely TREASURES his job.

Medic / Dr. Josef Ludwig is 37 and has an ACTUAL medical liscense, which he takes great pride in. He does not hesitate from acting overly protective over the boys when they ask for medical help, and also doesn't shy away from scolding them when they do something utterly stupid. He's happily married to Sniper as well, and does have a flock of doves for pets, including Archimedes. He works as a doctor, and patients have described him as "the doctor who acts like a mad scientist but is oddly caring".

Sniper / Mr. Mick Mundy is 37, not so affectionately named the 'local Australian' of the neighbourhood who tends to pick fights and threaten passerbys with his [legally owned] khukri just because they looked at him wrong. He often has to deal with Scout's bullshit alongside Spy, much to his irritance. He's happily married to Medic and spares no moment in smothering the doc with physical affection. He has a knack in archery and shooting, and also works as a guard alongside Soldier.

Spy / Louis François Dubois is 37 as well, well-known by neighbours as the 'resident fancypants'. He dons a charming Frenchman's smile and a nasty habit of smoking, but his unwavering façade is usually broken when he has to deal with Scout's shenanigans. He has a pet cat named Paris Dubois [yes he gave her a last name just for fanciness] and works two jobs as a waiter and a hitman, the latter occupation known only by himself and his friends.

Pyro / "Charlie" is 34 and the wholesome ray of chaotic sunshine of the boys. Although they're not liked at all by the neighbourhood due to their personality and schizophrenia, they don't worry about it that much but does hope to gain their neighbours' approval one day. They love trailing after Engie and is almost always seen with the engineer, if not then they're usually drawing art or simply helping around. Currently they don't have a job due to their severe schizophrenia and the fact no one even wants to interview them, but they aspire to be an artist one day.

Engineer / Dell Conagher is 38, and with 11 PHDs under his belt he stands as a reputated man amongst neighbours. He usually cooks for the gang, seeing as neither of them can make an actual breakfast [with the exception of Heavy, but he only knows how to make sandwiches] even if their lives depended on it. He acts protective over Pyro and is quick to come to their defense if they're being hazed by snappish, pissy neighbours or the karen who lives next door. In fact, he was the one who suggested the name Charlie for Pyro, which was immediately accepted by the latter. He works as, true to his namesake, an engineer.

Heavy / Mikhail Ivanov is 40, and despite his towering height and heavy accent he's a big softie with a love for sandwiches. In a sharp contrast to his friends, he's actually pretty liked by neighbours due to his caring attitude and friendly demeanour. Most people don't target the others simply from fear of being pummelled to the ground by his fist. Depsite his knowledge in guns and bullets he works as a teacher and teaches literary history as a subject.

I'll prolly write or do some art of this AU because there's a LOT of info I haven't included here ehe

For future reference I'm calling this AU 'The Merc Household' or TMH for short!

[sommerflue-22]

SWIPE RIGHT | Armin Arlert x Reader

Part 1

One swipe to the right and you found yourself going on dates with Armin Arlert, loving how he treated you right. Who could possibly resist such a gentle and compassionate man? It's only a matter of time before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend...

Pairing(s): Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warning: -

Word count: 2.3k

Author Note

Hi, guys! Some of you might have read this AU before on Tumblr. Apparently it was posted on my secondary blog? Which means I cannot interact with the comment and such, that's a bummer T^T So I took the post down and republished it here. I hope you enjoy the story and stay tuned for the next part! :3

It all started with a quick swipe to the right in your phone. He was one of the few people you swiped right on in that damn yellow dating app. You wouldn’t have downloaded the app in the first place if Sasha hadn’t told you to. After your messy break up with your last ex almost two years ago, you didn’t feel like finding someone else to date. However, once you came across the name “Armin”, you couldn’t help but swipe right. You scrolled down to read his profile. He appeared to be normal, almost too normal. You lost count of how many cringe-worthy men you’ve encountered there. Seeing his profile gave you a new hope that there were still men out there who were okay. 

Lucky for you, Armin also swiped right. The chat was wonderful; you two had a lot in common. You found out that Armin was pursuing his master degree in Political Science at one of the most prestigious universities in your country. Fine art and literature were a few of his interests. A week after you both matched on the app, Armin began calling you. At first he only called for a maximum of ten to fifteen minutes, during which you both exchanged stories about your days. A month later, you received an unexpected text from him.

Would you like to meet up next Thursday?

“Say yes!” Sasha, who was with you at the time the notification popped up, squealed. “Ooh! Say yes, (Y/N)! So far he’s nice, right?”

“He’s a stranger, though.”

“You guys call each other almost every night; at this point he’s not a stranger. Not really.”

You left the text unanswered for several hours. After Sasha had left your apartment, you finally opened it and typed:

Sure. Just name the time and place :)

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The days went by incredibly quickly. It was Thursday night, and you were standing outside your apartment building. Armin said he would pick you up at seven. You knew he was taking you to dinner, but you had no idea where. So, you dressed rather casually. Just a simple polo shirt, a tennis skirt, and some sneakers. Sasha urged you to dress more formally, but you refused. You didn’t really want to overdo it on your first date.

“But isn’t it a date?” Sasha motioned for you to put on one of her blazers and pants. “Come on, I bet Armin’s taking you somewhere fancy. He looks like some Mister Fancypants.”

“I don’t know, this might not be a date. I’ll just be out with a friend. A new friend.”

“Yeah, friend,” Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes.

A pair of bright headlights appeared from a nearby crossroad, followed by a black convertible. You weren’t sure if it was Armin’s car, but it pulled over in front of your apartment. The front window rolled down and you saw Armin for the first time. 

Armin smiled and quickly exited his car. You noticed he was around four inches taller than you and wore his blond hair in a long undercut with bangs. He’s dressed simply in a  white button-up shirt with two of the top buttons undone.

“(Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Armin walked up to you with his arms open.

You weren’t quite sure of what to do. Was he expecting you to hug him? You had no idea! You decided to wait until he was a few inches away from you before leaning in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his back. The scent of his cologne, a light earthy scent, filled your nostrils. 

“Hello, Armin. How was the drive here?”

“Ah, I took a few wrong turns, but here I am!” Armin drew back, but his hand was still on your upper arm. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You smiled and nodded. He opened the door for you, muttering ‘be careful’ as you slid into the passenger seat, before going around the car and got behind the steering wheel. He even helped you fasten your seat belt, which made your heart flutters a little. After ensuring that you’re comfortable in your seat, the car swerved and you were both on your way to the restaurant. 

Neither you nor Armin talked much along the way. You weren’t really a talkative person and neither was Armin. Besides, there was music playing from the stereo. He offered you to play your own music but you told him it’s okay. You liked seeing him enjoy his playlist, which mostly consisted of 50s or 60s music. 

It took nearly twenty minutes to get uptown. You went there every day because you worked in one of the stores, but you always left right after work. You had no clue what it looked like at night and you were mesmerized. Your gaze wandered out the window, as if soaking in every single detail of the buildings and lights. Before you could take in your surroundings any further, the car turned into the lobby of a restaurant, and you regretted Sasha’s suggestion to wear a blazer. The restaurant appeared to be quite fancy from the outside. You really felt out of place. Running away sounded like a good idea.

Before you could plan your escape, Armin had already stopped the car and handed the keys to the valet. He walked around the vehicle to open your door and held out his hand to you.

“Are you feeling alright, (Y/N)?” His smile faded, replaced by a concerned expression.

“I’m fine.” You tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. You took his hand and got out of the car.

As if he could read your mind, Armin wrapped his hand around your waist, pulled you closer, and guided you to the entrance of the place. “You look lovely, (Y/N).” He spoke in hushed tones. 

You felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Fortunately, Armin handled all of the talking with the servers. Apparently he reserved a private dining room for the two of you. As you both walked to the room, you couldn’t help but admire the interior design of the place. Dim lighting, dark walls with a few windows looking out onto the outdoor area, rows and rows of wine bottles behind the bar, jazz music playing in the background, and minimalist yet expensive-looking dining tables. 

The ambiance continued in the private room. Armin drew the chair for you before sitting across from it. The server handed the menu. It was quite expensive, for sure. Everything on the menu looked delicious but intimidating. You ended up ordering the crusted salmon with broccolini, while Armin chose the veal milanese. Armin also ordered some appetizers, desserts, and two mocktails for both of you. 

After the server left, you turned to face Armin. “If you had told me where we were going I would have dressed more appropriately.”

“Why? What’s the matter with your outfit? I think it is perfectly fine.”

“Other women out there are dressed in blazers and dresses.”

“True, but none of them are as lovely as you.”

You could tell Armin was a smooth talker from the way he texted you. Meeting the man in person, on the other hand, was a whole new experience for you.

While waiting for your meals to be served, you had an interesting conversation with Armin about things he studied in his master’s program and what you do for work as a freelance virtual assistant and a marketing manager. The conversation continued even after the meals were served, all the way until you were both enjoying your desserts.

You discovered that Armin was well off and came from a wealthy family. While finishing his master’s degree, he was working as a market research analyst for one of his family’s businesses. He studied abroad in his final year of undergraduate school, eventually graduating with double degrees. You were starting to realize that outside the dating app, Armin is so out of your league. However, you didn’t sense even a slight of arrogance in Armin’s demeanor. He listened to your stories and asked questions, showing you that he was paying attention to what you were saying.

After finishing your desserts, you both left the restaurant. Of course, Armin paid for everything and wrapped his hand around your waist again on your way out. He didn’t let go until the valet returned his car, and he opened the door for you again. When the car was back on the street, the feeling of uneasiness dissipated and you leaned your head against the window.

“You don’t have a curfew, do you?” Armin asked, his eyes fixed on the road.

“Nah, but my best friend might call to check up on me.” 

“Fantastic. Fancy for a night ride?”

You turned your head so fast and nodded excitedly. You always loved a night ride. You used to have a lot of fun with Sasha and your other best friend, Connie. Unfortunately, due to his job Connie was transferred to another city. He was the one who had a driver’s license. So neither you nor Sasha could go on night rides anymore.

Armin’s car sped through the streets before merging onto a highway.

“I hope you’re not feeling sick.” Armin pushed a button and the hardtop of the car was retracted. You let out a gasp.

“I love it.” You raised one of your hands up, feeling the summer breeze against your skin. “Summer nights are the best time to go for a night ride, you know? I used to do this a lot with my friends… Just, not in a convertible.”

“I agree.” Armin gave a nod.

The highway came to an end and you were hugging yourself. Apparently, the wind was too cold and you didn’t realize it until your fingertips froze. The car came to a halt before a red light.

“(Y/N), here. Have my jacket.” Armin reached back into the backseat for his jacket and handed it to you. “Do you want me to pull back the hardtop?”

“No, no! It’s fine, Armin. I’m just a little cold.”

Armin carefully put the jacket around your shoulders and grabbed your hands, taking them in his own hands and rubbing them to keep you warm. The light turned green. Armin focused back to the road, but he kept your hand in one of his while the other gripped the steering wheel.

Again, neither of you talked a lot during the ride, though you could feel his glances on you a few times. Around 10.30 PM, Armin drove you back to your apartment. You didn’t want the evening to end, but you knew you had to go home. Especially since you had to work the following day. 

Armin parked in a parking lot near your apartment building. He helped you out, and walked you home. He moved his hand from holding your hand, to wrapping it around your shoulder, making sure his jacket didn’t slip off. 

You stopped at the entrance. “You wanna drop by?”

“Only if you insist.”

You brought him inside, entered the elevator, and were soon on your floor. Armin trailed close behind you. You knew Sasha would freak out if she found out. As much as she encouraged you to go on dates, you knew she wouldn’t approve of you inviting a stranger into your apartment.

Armin is not just some random stranger, you thought to yourself.

You finally arrived in front of your unit and searched your bag for the keys.

“Now, before you come in, I must warn you that my place is not the tidiest⁠—”

“(Y/N), thank you for the invitation, but I’m only here to make sure you reach your apartment safely.”

You turned around, stunned, and stared at him. “I see…” You felt so foolish for inviting him in.

“Don’t get me wrong, (Y/N). I just don’t think it’s a good idea. After all, this is only our first date. I will gladly stop by and have an even more pleasant conversation with you on our next date.”

“...This is a date? This is not just a friendly outing?”

“Of course.”

“And now you’re asking me out for a second date?”

“Indeed. I had a great time with you, (Y/N). I would love to go on another date with you, and another one, and then another. That is, if you are up to it.”

“Of course. Yeah, sure. I would like to. I would love to.” You nodded, internally cursing yourself for your pathetic response. You couldn’t help yourself. Something about the way Armin spoke made your stomach flutters and your brain turned into a useless, gooey mush.

“Wonderful! (Y/N)...” Armin seemed like he was about to say something.

“Yes?” You tilted your head, trying to encourage him to speak up.

“I’m sorry if this is rude and disrespectful but… may I kiss you?”

“You… what?”

“I’m so sorry, it’s just… I thought you’re very pretty and cute, and I wanted to kiss you all evening but⁠—”

You quickly stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek. Armin stopped speaking and stared into your eyes for what felt like an eternity. The next thing you knew, his hand was on your cheek and he was kissing your lips. The moment your lips touched, tons of fireworks exploded inside you. It was a brief, innocent kiss, but it felt endless.

You hated when Armin pulled away, but the fireworks erupted again as he pecked the top of your head.

“Thank you for today, (Y/N).” Armin stroked your cheek, “Now get some rest. I’ll text you first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” You simply nodded. Armin must have noticed how red your face was because after you answered he just chuckled and returned to the elevator.

Once Armin was out of sight, you dashed into your apartment and slammed the door shut. You didn’t give much thought to what happened as you cleaned up. However, once you were in bed, you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You couldn’t think of anything other than Armin and the evening you spent with him.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next part!

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[pink-gladioli]

guess whos back with a fanfic this time?!

its me ya boi tumblr user pink-gladioli. so this time i think i wrote something that counts as a fanfic, lets goooo. this is Macys first interactions with the Knights Academy and Jestro. Note in my rewrite/au idk what to call it, the knights academy students start their training at age 10 so jestro is a second year in this. Again in my brain au macy doesn't really start talking to the knights + jestro until shes 12/13 so thats why they're their stated age. also you might notice that the language i use when talking about squirebots almost implies that they aren't human and you'd be right! i wanted to convay the fact that almost nobody sees the squirebots as people which is why i used dehumanizing language when talking about them. (squirebots need rights, Fancypants for president 2024) anyways have fun reading this shitshow!

The holotrain ran across the capital, crossing the squirebots bellow doing their daily errands for their noble born masters, with only two one person inside. Macy stared out the window watching as her train traveled across the city getting closer and closer to her destination. She wasn’t going far and taking the high-speed train only made the trip even shorter. Finally saw her destination, The Knights Academy. She’s lucky to be out her by herself, it took a lot convincing and some help from Merlok, but she eventually was able to convince her parents to let her observe one of the tournaments of the 151st class.

Luckily a “friend” of hers was in the class, if Lances parents didn’t force him to attend the academy, she doubts that she would have been able to bring up the idea of viewing a tournament without being immediately getting shut down by her family’s squirebot before she even thought of asking her parents. However, she can’t really blame her parents for being protective over her, she is a princess and the future queen, it makes sense they would want to keep her safe inside the confines of the royal palace until she was old enough to detect dangerous people or situations. But she always felt she was old enough to leave, since she was eight, she was able to traverse the battlefield of her father’s royal balls; always knowing when the other nobles talked to her only in the hopes of getting something in return in the future. In fact, Lance was one of those nobles, but his case was always odd to her, it was clear that he had some passion but every time he dared to show it, it was put out like a candle. Foolish on his side, he was born into a family of knights, there was no point of trying to change his parents’ minds. They were even more traditional than hers! They weren’t the type to change their way of thinking, nor would they actually listen to their children, it makes her wonder they even had a second child. Perhaps it was maintain face, or did actually have that little faith in Lance to bring honor to the Richmond name? They are only twelve after all, they still have room to change.

Regardless she’s glad to be here without her parents, it made her feel mature. Of course, she had Fancypants by her side but that’s to expected for anyone born in the capital, having a personal squirebot is almost a sign of status in her world. “Princess, we’ve arrived,” said Fancypants breaking Macy out of her trance “Oh we are, we should go, I’d hate to leave Sir Brickland waiting.” As she walked the doors of the train, they opened she saw Swordmore Brickland standing in front of his school. “Ah, Princess Macy, it is always an honor to have a member of the royal family at our fine institution!” as he finished his sentence, he turned his eyes back to trains doors, expecting someone else to come out, but no one did. Macy paid no mind to this, “Thank you Sir Brickland the honor is mine, thank you for letting me observe the tournaments of some of your students” “Well I’m proud to let to you know you won’t be disappointed with my students’ abilities, Clay Moorington is in the class you will be viewing, and he is one of the best students I’ve ever seen!” Brickland said confidently. Moorington, she had heard that name before, Lance was complaining about him during one of her fathers parties last year. Something about him “having no chill” and being “a suck up and teachers pet,” she tells herself that she won’t let these outside opinions impact her thoughts on any of the students. That would impact her observations.

In truth she didn’t come to the academy because she wanted to see a bunch of children fight for a plastic trophy, she came here because she wanted to see other children her age. How did they act, what do they talk about, what is it like to live a life outside of the birdcage called the royal palace? This isn’t to say she hated her home, that’s far from the truth. She loved the governing simulations her father assigned her to prepare her for her job as Queen and watching the ministers arguer over things like whether Snottingham should have its own medical field was amusing to her.

But to say she talked to other children would just be a lie, at most she saw Lance once a month at her fathers’ parties, but she wasn’t quite fond of him. In fact, he could be a bit annoying at times, always complaining about his parents but never wanting to take on the reasonability of being a Richmond. He never talked about his future knightly duties, nor did he talk about how he planned to manage his family’s wealth when he eventually inherited it. She hoped that not all children were like this.

“There’s still some time before the tournament, let me give you a tour of the school,” Said Brickland as Macy gave a small nod. As the three two of them walked throughout the halls of the academy, Macy can feel the eyes of the few students in the hall looking at her, some only spare a glance while others stop in their tracts. Some of the latter are staring so intently that she certain they know who she is. However, the feeling of people watching her is one she hasn’t quite grown used to. Her fathers’ parties were mainly private with nobles that knew her and when they were public, she would rarely be out with her family. Her father said that this was to protect her from the judgmental eyes of news reporters hoping to get any ounce of information out of the young royal, and that once she was thirteen, she could choose to join them if she wanted. She’s just now starting to resent her father for not getting her used to feeling of what feels like a hundred pairs of eyes staring into your soul. But she knows she’s being irrational, most of the students think she’s just a transfer student getting a tour and those that do know won’t do anything. At most they might tell the whole school but hopefully word will take a while to travel to class 151, but she can’t shake the slight sinking feeling in her stomach. She tries her best to not let her nervousness show. Fancypants doesn’t comment nor does Brickland so she thinks it’s working.

As Brickland is explaining the history of a statue she sees a boy, clearly in distress, being dragged into a different room by two older students. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she leaves Fancypants and Brickland to go into this room. “I- I don’t want any trouble issue guys, I already gave you two my allowance for this week!” said the younger boy, “Yeah well someone lost that money in a bet so need more, plus its your fault. Berry here decided to bet all that money on your buddy Mooringtons tournament winning last week but because you messed it up, we lost our money!” said one of the older boys. Huh so this boy was on Moorington’s tourmate team, and is betting even allowed at this school? Well, shes deescalated conflicts in her governing simulations and between Lance and some of the squirebots so hopefully this shouldn’t be that different. “Hey what are you two doing?” She yelled, hoping to intimidate the two older boys “Who the hell are you? And what the heck are doing here, this is a private conversation!” said, who she assumes is, Berry. So, she failed at intimidation, “What I’m doing is stopping this ‘conversation’ from escalating any future, you two are clearly harassing that boy!” The said boy in question had an expression of…. shock? Why was he looking at her like that, she’s helping him! “Buzz of girl, this doesn’t concern you” Replied the unnamed boy, so they are going to be rude about this? Time to play the royalty card “It does concern me; do you know who I am? I’m the Princess of this country, any conflict between its citizens is my concern and I certainly won’t sit back and let you harass this poor boy!” She yelled it all the confidence a twelve-year-old could muster. As soon as she said that the two boys burst out in laughter “Princess?! Do you seriously believe us to believe that bullshit?! If the Princess was here the school would be preparing for weeks to show off every part of the school!” Said one of the boys, she honestly didn’t care which one it was. While it’s true that there would usually a grand celebration if a member of the royal family were to arrive at the Knights Academy, she had Fancypants specifically tell Swordmore Brickland to not tell anyone, she also had that message sent twenty minutes before they she got on the Holorail. She was honestly tired of these boys, who they think they are harassing an underclassman and then having the nerve to say it’s none of business when she intervened.

Almost on que Fancypants showed up behind her “Princess Macy, it is very rude to leave a tour befo- what is going on here?” She turned to face the two boys seeing their faces that were once filled amusement now being taken by what seemed to fear. She knew why, Fancypants had a distinct voice and build to distinguish him from other squirebots, there’s no denying that was the royal family’s squirebot. Brickland who followed behind Fancypants almost yelled out “Berry and Alex! How many times do I have to tell you to leave Jestro alone?! The both of you to detention now!!” Jestro, so that’s this boy’s name thought Macy. Alex and Berry left with annoyed faces, not even needing to ask where ‘detention’ is.

“I apologize that you had to see that Princess, unfortunately some of our worse students don’t seem to comprehend that bullying is strictly forbidden at The Knights Academy. I assure you that I will have a conversation with those boys’ parents.” Brickland assured, however Macy wasn’t really listening. She slowly walked up to the boy, Jestro she now knows, and asked “Are you okay?” Since the moment she first intervened that look on his face hadn’t changed, was he scared of her? “I-I- I’m fine, t-thank you. No one beside Clay really does that…” So those boys weren’t lying, this boy is really ‘buddies’ with Moorington. “It’s nothing, those two were being very rude. No one at an academy like this should act that way, it’s very shameful!” “Heh you kinda sound like Clay” This is the third time she has heard that name, it seems she can’t escape that name. Brickland interrupted their conversation with a fake cough “Anyways Jestro why aren’t you in class?” he asked. “O-oh um no one fixed my schedule remember, I don’t really have a class for second period. I had a meeting with you about this last week…” Brickland just looked at the boy with a face that Macy would call disapproving, but that can’t be right, this doesn't seem like Jestros fault so why does Sir Brickland face look almost annoyed? “That’s right, well we can talk about this later right now I need finish giving the Princess the tour, you are dismissed Jestro.” Brickland and Fancypants were about to leave before Macy spoke up

“Sir Brickland if it is not a problem with you, Jestro could join the tour. He doesn’t seem to have a class right now and it could be a good learning experience to learn more about the academy’s history, ah that’s if he wants to!” As Macy turned back to Jestro, she saw that face of shock again only this time it’s understandable to her, getting invited to join a member of the royal family is a great honor regardless of what the activity is, and she barely knew this boy. Yet she couldn’t leave this boy to wait in this empty classroom until his next class so why not have him join her? Brickland turned his face to Jestro “Well, Jestro, do you want to join us?” Jestro seemed to be too shocked to speak for a second but eventually responded, “Ah- Yes of course! Uh its- uh an honor to go on this tour with you princess” he gave a quick bow, and it was clear he was nervous. “Please call me Macy. We are friends now, right?” She doesn’t know why she said that it was just something that happened in the moment. While it��s true she came to the academy to observe other children her age she didn’t expect to be asking someone if they are friends with her. Maybe part of her wanted to make a friend. “O-oh okay um thank you again Macy” Jestro said, it seemed a bit of his nervousness had faded. Macy could feel herself smiling to that response before Brickland spoke “Well time to head back to our tour, this statue as I was saying….”

As Macy and Jestro listened and followed Brickland for the rest of the tour, Macy couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face. She had made her first friend, while she didn’t know much about friendship, she made a vow to always be there for Jestro and maybe they would make a bond that would last a lifetime.

As Macy was being overrun with monster on every side, she caught a glimpse of Jestro. He had a cruel smile on his face, laughing along with that damn cloud. She felt noting but hatred for him now.

[mantisgodiveblog]

In Stars And Time asks & interactions masterpost

(The In Stars And Time liveblog masterpost is here)

ACT 1 ASKS

Asks from thatdoganon 1 - A Visitor From Ao3 | Asks from thatdoganon 2 - Traces Of Characterization | Asks from thatdoganon 3 - Spoiler Warning | Asks from thatdoganon 4 - Bunny Comic | Asks from thatdoganon 5 - Memory AU and Loop | Asks from thatdoganon 6 - Memory AU Part 2

Asks from lukiyu 1 - Memory Of Yourself | Asks from lukiyu 2 - Bunny Comic

ACT 2 ASKS

Ask from thatdoganon 1 - Act Shift Maintenance | Ask from thatdoganon 2 - Start Again | Ask from thatdoganon 3 - Royal We | Ask from thatdoganon 4 - Coin Chat | Ask from thatdoganon 5 - Two Conversations A Day

Ask from thatdoganon 6 - Memory Of Pillars | Ask from thatdoganon 7 - Regarding The Novelization Of A Tear's Sleep | Ask from thatdoganon 8 - Loop's Name | Ask from thatdoganon 9 - Image Limit | Ask from thatdoganon 10 - Siffrin Is Portrayed As A Roach

Ask from thatdoganon 11 - Incorrect Answers In The Tutorial | Ask from thatdoganon 12 - Some Traps May Be Activated | Ask from thatdoganon 13 - Early Interactions | Ask from thatdoganon 14 - How Did You Do This? Why Did You Do This? | Ask from thatdoganon 15 - Regarding Sickness

Ask from thatdoganon 16 - One (1) Raw Potato | Ask from thatdoganon 17 (ft. lukiyu) - Suicide Mention Correction | Ask from thatdoganon 18 - Live Mantis God Reaction

Conversation with lukiyu 1 - Memory Of Yourself | Ask from lukiyu 1 - Start Again: A Prologue | Ask from lukiyu 2 - Loop | Conversation with lukiyu 2 - Silver Coin Chat | Conversation with lukiyu 3 - Visual Novels And Railroads (addendum - the author muses upon its own potential dickishness)

Ask from lukiyu 3 - Chat Mechanics | Ask from lukiyu 4 - Early Memory Of Pillars | Ask from lukiyu 5 - Whatever Mechanism Detects Death | Ask from lukiyu 6 - Loop Kinning | Ask from lukiyu 7 - Inevitable Crabs

Ask from lukiyu 8 - Odile Low Health Portrait | Ask from lukiyu 9 - On Self Deprecation | Ask from lukiyu 10 - Wizard Kinning | Ask from lukiyu 11 - Garden Room Heads-Up | Ask from lukiyu 12 - Loop-Ends

Ask from lukiyu 13 - Fonts And Deuil | Ask from lukiyu 14 - Cats, Mice, Toxoplasmosis

Ask from Anonymous 1 - Bug Fables propaganda | Ask from Anonymous 2 - Fancypants Rogue skillsets | Ask from Anonymous 3 - Loop Kin Diagnosis | Ask from Anonymous 4 - Siffrin Kin Diagnosis | Ask from Anonymous 5 - Four Billion Loop Kin Points

Ask from Anonymous 6 - Charisma Modifiers | Ask from Anonymous 7 - Mr. "Is a beau" | Ask from Anonymous 8 - Steam Time

Ask from v3-launch-unit 1 - Same Conclusions | Ask from v3-launch-unit 2 - Not Starting Again

[gameprime420]

Okay so Im looking through the tags on one if the rbs that came across my dash and

AHIT AU??? I DEADASS THOUGHT THIS WAS SOME AVA OR FANCYPANTS STUFF LMAOOO

banger art btw op

She's going to beat you to death

[kaptkookiekrunch]

An art I did for an art trade with @frappsundies. Harold in this AU be kinda rude tho 😔

[selena-nightroll]

[mangomaking]

roleswap looks!

[mrrookidee]

I drew him,, the boy @twizzlebuzz

[lajulie24]

Don’t ever tell me to stop

This is a bit of a follow-up to the ficlet/drabble “What are you so happy about?” in which Han discovers that Luke has overheard a little something in the South Passage and can’t stop smiling about it. From today’s prompt about kissing; title comes from a line in Madonna’s song “Don’t Tell Me.”

“Security codes confirmed. Ezkuta, you are cleared for landing.”

Leia breathed out in relief as the ship completed the landing cycle, and gave her second on the mission a bit of a smile. It had been a bit dicey at times, but they’d made it.

Yance smiled back. “Good to be home, eh?”

After two years, Leia had become an expert in displaying no visible response to that kind of question. The internal bit of pain was still there—No, not home, not ever again—but she barely noticed it anymore. “Mmm,” she said.

She was glad to be back, glad to see her friends. Glad this mission had ended safely, successfully, if a few days late.

I wonder if he’ll be waiting in the hangar for me.

That thought was a surprise even to her. Nine hells, Organa, what’s gotten into you?

Nine hells? When had she started saying nine hells? She shuddered to think of how insufferable Han would be, were he in her head for this conversation.

But back to the first thought. Han probably would find a way to be in the hangar if he knew she had landed, but not in an obvious way. Something that would give him enough cover to be able to give Chewie a justifiable denial, but would keep him close enough to be among the first to welcome her back.

Damn it all, she liked having someone there to welcome her after a tough mission. Even if their little, ah, arrangement was known only to them. And she wasn’t too proud to admit it to herself: she’d missed him. Thought of him a lot, honestly, and not just because she was used to running this kind of mission with him rather than someone like Yance Pantour. (Who was fine, perfectly nice and capable. Just not Han.) She wasn’t sure what to do with that information, but there it was.

She and Yance completed their landing checks, gathered their things, made their way into the hangar. Sure enough, there was Han, talking with a couple of pilots from Blue Squadron until he excused himself to come over and say hello.

“Hey, Your Worship. You’re late,” he teased, opening his arms for a friendly hug.

“Earlier than you’d be,” she shot back before wrapping her arms around him.

Gods, she’d missed him. Resisting the urge to kiss him in full view of everyone in the hangar was a little harder than she’d expected, but she managed to keep things brief and friendly. It almost felt like he’d tried to linger a bit, but she assured herself that he wasn’t. He couldn’t be.

“Debriefing?” he asked her.

“Should be pretty quick,” she said, giving him a slight nod. They’d meet up in the usual spot, slip through the South Passage, head to the Falcon.

“All right. Welcome back,” he said, heading back to whatever he’d claimed to be doing before this.

Leia had been right—the debriefing was pretty straightforward, and mercifully short. She thanked Yance, grabbed a datapad, and began striding purposely toward the South Passage, as if she were still in her old job on base, tracking down requisition reports.

There was Han, right on time. Before she could say anything, he pulled her into one of the equipment storage areas, and she wrapped her arms around him again, this time in a much more than friendly way.

Suddenly, it was as if time had slowed to a crawl. She breathed in the smell of him, felt the strength of his arms as he held her. He moved so slowly, so carefully. His lips were pressed against her cheek—then her chin and her nose and her forehead and then, finally, her lips. Their mouths moved together slowly at first, then their lips parted and they both sank into the kiss.

Oh, yes.

They remained like that for a long time, with the briefest of pauses to take a breath or two, then falling together again. Kissing was far from a new experience for them, but somehow things felt more personal, more tender. More real. (A tiny alarm sounded in the back of Leia’s mind at the thought. She ignored it.)

Finally, they drew apart, or at least their lips did. Han was still holding her close, and as he pulled away he bent down to rest his forehead on hers. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi.” She smiled at him.

They just stayed like that for a minute, looking at each other. It wasn’t like they normally found the nearest closet and started rutting like a couple of lothcats in heat, but they usually were slightly more removed about things than this. They were friends, and there were benefits, but not more. Despite their care in maintaining that line in the past, it seemed they had both strolled right past it tonight.

That was probably a terrible idea. But this arrangement had seemed like a terrible idea when it had first come to her, and it seemed to have worked out all right so far. So maybe it wasn’t so bad for her to come home to her secret affair with a Corellian smuggler at the end of a long week. Even if they did end up making out in an equipment storage closet—

Wait a minute.

She looked up at Han, her forehead still on his. He grinned at her, and she grinned back.

“Why are we in a storage closet?”

His grin faded a bit, and he pulled away slightly, avoiding her eyes a bit. “Just bein’ careful,” he said.

She could feel her smile depart and a sharper look replace it. “What happened?” she asked.

“Nothin’—yet, no, nothing—“

“What happened?” she repeated.

Han took a deep breath.“Kid heard us in the South Passage last week.”

Oh, no. Not only her best friend, but the man with one of the worst sabacc faces in the Alliance. “Does the entire base know now, or just the Rogues?”

Han shook his head. “Nobody, yet. I don’t think. And they won’t,” he assured her.

They couldn’t go public; it would just create too much chaos. If people knew about this—what even was this?

Why was her first reaction to his assurance that no one would know—disappointment?

“I mean, unless you want them to,” he said. His eyes fell on hers again briefly, then flitted away.

She recognized that tell. He wanted to.

She drew him closer again, willed him to look at her. “You know me,” she said, the grin returning to her face as she pulled him down to kiss her again. “I like to live dangerously.”

And what could be more dangerous than this?

[welcometomybraincomics]

Demon Marsis

Excuse me while I just drop this shitpost of a character over here

I love this version of her so much. It’s inspired me to start drawing dumb comics again despite being bogged down with work~