#first time colouring them woo

[haroroka]

pov you interrupted them

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

The Lost Boys dating human!reader headcanons

Marko

- Marko is honestly down for whatever, even if it seems ‘lame’

- He weirdly loves the ‘lame’ stuff with you, like he will get weirdly into an animal documentary or sit with you while you knit

- Loves watching game shows with you

- Its his one goal and ambition in life to make you smile and laugh as much as possible

- Though take out is on the menu for most dates, he has been known to wear his cleanest clothes and take you somewhere nice to wine and dine you

- Will either forget how to sustain his human love, or be over cautious, no in-between

- He can’t help but stare at you and smile like a dork 24/7, not just checking you out but admiring you when you do anything

- If anyone causes you any offence at all, he is quick to rage. You had to physically pull him away after someone accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your wallet

David

- Always seems to forget about human safety things like helmets and going to sleep at a reasonable time

- He acts like he thinks they’re stupid but really he cares deeply about keeping you safe

- You’ll compliment and inflate his ego to get what you want. He knows what you’re doing but doesn’t care

- Wants to keep you safe at all times and is weirdly insistent about you having weapons on you during the day. You said no to a gun but he did manage to steal you a cute knife that you keep in your bag

- If you ever give or make him a gift he will act indifferent but it will actually be his most prized possession. Marco once sat on a blanket you knitted him and Marco was almost murdered

- Has totally forgotten about human emotion so sort of just stands there bewildered if you ever cry in front of him

- He doesn’t ride in your car often, but when he does you can bet your ass he gets both antsy and handsy. Winds down the windows and his hand slips up your thigh while he turns the radio up as loud as it goes

- The most romantic thing he does is takes you flying with him. He’ll hold you tight up in the air as you look at the city from extremely high up. Might accidentally laugh a bit if you get freaked out

Dwayne

- Gives you absolute princess treatment

- Will open every door and has even been known to carry you over a puddle

- Wins you so many stuffed animals they don’t all quite fit in your apartment

- Happily lets you do his makeup, even let you do a full Marilyn Monroe look once, beauty mark, red lipstick and all. You couldn’t deny he looks at as fuck in red lipstick

- Makes sure to take note of all your interests and will then proceed to steal you things to do with said interest

- Wants to be a proper gentleman so he began to win you over by wooing you with chocolates and flowers

- It’s tricky for him to talk about or remember his human life, but sometimes when you’re drifting off after sex, you can hear him whispering things about his family, his culture, as he tries to remember what it was to be human

- If you work a night job he is your personal bodyguard and watches you the whole time. If you work during the day, he wants to know everything that happened, both good and bad

Paul

- Loves both seeing and smelling you in his clothes, not just his shirts but pants and jackets too

- Wants you to do his makeup, especially if you straddle his lap while you do it

- When you first started going out he acted like he hated more poppy music like ABBA and Madonna but when you’re in your car together he will belt them out

- If you ever start to feel bad about your appearance he will literally kiss every inch of your skin until all insecurities melt away

- Gets really into helping you style and design your own jacket. Just you two sitting on the floor in the cave surrounded by patches, pins and paint

- Though he’s alternative and black-clad, he actually loves seeing you in colour. Calls you his little fairy

- Loves showing off by winning every arcade and carnival game you come across

- He’s always touching you in one way or another, whether it be an arm around your waist or his hand on your thigh

[enwoso]

Emily fox teaching Lovie to read

bookworm | alessia russo x child!reader

just a lil cute blurb as a treat after that wonderful start to arsenal’s uwcl campaign❤️🤍

grumpy masterlist

“so can you tell me what that word says?” emily asked as she had arranged the colourful letters into a words. she was sat with you helping to teach you to read.

alessia had tried so many ways to try and help you learn to read, she had used ways from google, tiktok, mum groups but non of it seemed to work. you would instead just get bored and rush off to do something else.

many of the other arsenal girls had also tried but you never seemed interested in doing it, instead finding something to avert your attention to.

but you’d been sat with emily now on the coach, a table in front of you for at least thirty minutes doing a letter game, where she would make a spell the letter for you but you had to read what it said. it so far seeming to work.

you sat with a concentrated look on your face as you tongue slightly poked out between your lips as you tried to work out the word emily had spelt for you.

“that’s a t- and a r” you said pointing at the colourful letters on the table as emily nodded on encouragingly with a smile on her face as you were close, “tr-tee no, tree!”

“yes! woo” emily cheered on as you sat with a proud smile on your face as emily moved the coloured letters once again, “should we try something a little trickier now?” emily turned to you as you paused for a second to think before nodding your head.

your mummy was watching on from the seats across the aisle, a small smile as she watched you thrive. you were learning and even though it had taken a few attempts with different people including herself she was glad you were finally getting it and having fun while doing it.

emily moved the letters to make a sentence, it going along the table, making sure you could make the words out. “right, you ready?” she asked as you hummed looking at the four words splayed across the table.

“um, t-h-e, the” you sounded the letters out as looked to the side slightly to see emily’s reaction knowing you were doing something right as she had an encouraging smile on her face. “the, d-o-g-, dog!”

“yes! your doing so well, keep sounded the letters out” emily encouraged as she pointed to the next letter of the new word.

“w-a-s.. um. was!” you got out after a few attempts of sounding the letters out as emily nodded pointing to the last letter of the last word.

“uh. u-p… s-e-t?” you sounded each letter out as you looked to emily a little confused as she gave you a few hints. “so try and say them together, up and set”

“upset?” you said a little hesitantly as emily encouraged you to carry on.

“get in tiny! now can you put all those words together to make the sentence” emily asked as you nodded, emily pointing back to the first word.

“the,, dog, was,, upset. the dog was upset!” emily cheered as you finished the sentence, a little face of surprise and shock came across you before a big smile overcame as emily high fived you.

an immense amount of pride filled you as you carried on talking and reading sentence out that emily placed on the table with the colourful letters.

you finishing up the last word of the sentence emily had splayed along the table, “your a superstar! that was excellent!” emily high fived you with two hands as you bounced up and down in your seat in excitement of your new skill.

“mummy!” you called out to your mum who was sat across from you and emily, busying herself with finishing some uni work in the spare time she had where her full attention didn’t need to be on you.

“yes baby?” alessia cooed as she looked up from her laptop with a small smile.

“i can read! emily teached me!” you said with such excitement as alessia corrected you on the word you butched slightly.

“that’s fantastic lovie, i’m so proud of you!” your mummy smiled proudly at you as your small heart felt all warm and fuzzy with a sense of accomplishment. “now you can start and read me a bedtime story” your mummy joked, it being a nightly routine that you wouldn’t fall asleep at home without a story but usually after the first few words you fell straight asleep.

you nodded, before making you way down the bus to tell everyone your new skill that you had mastered on the journey. the entire team being so excited for you.

“how on earth have you managed that foxy?” alessia asked, genuinely curious as the blonde had tried every way possible to teach you to read. emily just shrugging she hadn’t had a technique, nor had she ever taught a four year old to read before so she didn’t really know what she had done differently.

“you must of been a teacher in your past life!”

[madame-fear]

Can you PLEASE do the yandere velaryon boys. Poly or not, I don't care!!

𐙚 ⸻ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄.ᐟ𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘.ᐟ𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

── ✮⋆˙ amira speaks.ᐟ : you got it babe !! I decided to do very general headcanons about this topic. Keep in mind this is the very first request I decided to write after months of not writing anything,, so I did my best,, hope you enjoy it <3 also, perhaps I will write an entire one-shot about this pairing! 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. how would both Velaryon boys act when they are obsessed with you?

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. yandere, headcanons. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. poly!yandere!velaryon boys x fem!reader.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 The lurking stares of both Velaryon boys —the eldest sons of Princess Rhaenyra— wouldn’t be uncommon to you. You’d often find their eyes roaming on your presence whenever you’re nearby. A pair of green eyes and another pair of coffee coloured ones, moving along your every step.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 There wasn’t an ounce of doubt that the two boys were absolutely fascinated with you. Enchanted, bewitched, enthralled—you name it. Such notorious devotion they held towards you never passed unnoticed, being a reason for them to often get teased.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 But you were such a pretty thing, delicate as porcelain—at least, from their point of view. How could they not swoon over you? Every detail, every inch, every liking and disliking of yours... They know it. From head to toes, they know you better than you know yourself. Who else would know you this perfectly, other than them?

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 It wouldn’t be unusual to see them around you nearly all the time, not very discreetly. You could almost say both boys are your own sworn Knights, as they prefer to spend their time by your side—assuring nothing happens to you, and simply being graced by the lucky fact of your existence. You are theirs, now. What else is there to say? No one is oblivious to that possessiveness they seem to have when it comes to you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Would they fight over you? Kind of, but not really in front of you, you’d be completely unaware of the small little games they do between them merely to capture your attention. Whether it’s with gifts, chivalry, compliments, and further—they would find ways to see whom you favoured the most during that day. But it’s all with the purpose of boyish fun, as they obviously share you with each other.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 The petty stares they would throw at any other silly boy who dares lay his eyes on you—these boys would team up to scare the other boys away in any way; their presence near you will never pass unnoticed, and they would make it clear that they disapprove.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Or even if you decide to bat your lashes at any other Lord or Prince, the eldest Velaryon princes would manage to manipulate you enough to steal back your attention. They are going to be your first everything, that’s been decided—there’s no place for a stranger to fit into your life with the Velaryon boys in your sighting. Those poor idiots who think they can easily woo you, they will definitely get threatened with Vermaxes’ and Arraxes’ fire.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Not that they would throw tantrums in front of you, of course; much less make it painfully obvious that they are jealous. Or, well... Perhaps Luke would, since he’d be the one who’s a bit more possessive over you and have puppy-like attitudes, but Jace —trying to keep a frustrated facial expression to himself— would know how to keep his jealousy well-hidden from you. But you always see right through them.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You’d have the whole princess treatment with them. With Luke, you’d often get gifts from him such as flowers from the garden, brooches, jewellery, a shower of compliments, and pretty nice things in general. With each gift you receive, you always give him a loving smooch on his cheek and perhaps, a tight hug. Don’t be surprised if after that, you see Luke smiling widely like a fool, accompanied by a burning red crimson tint on his features—at the edge of being a giggling schoolgirl who got noticed by her crush.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Jace is a little bit more discreet with his feelings as oppossed to Luke, but he’d make sure you are pampered and given a proper treatment by him as well nevertheless. His pampering would occassionally include gifts, but they would mostly consist of chivalry gestures such as offering you his hand to dance, or his arm to walk you around (especially around the gardens), and act more like your constant protector. It’s undeniable that he’d grow giddy when you smooch his cheek, but he’d avoid making it painfully obvious.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 I dare to say, both Velaryon boys would go as far as even brushing your hair, braiding it, twirling strands of your hair between their fingers delicately, caressing it softly. All to show their adoring devotion towards you.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 They wouldn’t waste a single second when it comes to you. The moment they’d get freed from their princely duties, they will search for you almost immediately—seeking for your warm comfort... The need of having their heads resting on your chest, and your fingers gracefully playing with brunette strands of their hairs, proudly cooing at them for fulfilling their responsibilities accordingly. It would be their own paradise to forget about the rest of the world.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 While the first kiss might be a bit messy —merely because they would discuss which one will be your very first kiss—, over the time, both Princes would grow used to taking turns just to savour your lips against their own without getting jealous.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 But their favourite way of pampering you with their kisses, would be by each sitting on your sides, and depositing delicate smooches on every inch of your features, your neck, shoulders—kissing and caressing your skin simultaneously whenever you are all alone together, privately. They wouldn’t held themselves back to express such undying adoration; not a single bit of your flesh would pass unnoticed by their tender affection.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 The relationship you have with the Velaryons is rather unspoken about publicly, but everyone knows that, wherever you are, they will undoubtedly be nearby. You are well known to be close to them, and both Jace and Luke are known for being rather possessive about you. Not many Princes or Lords can approach you, as they would know how to make it clear with a simple stare that you are theirs, only.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 They would treat you as their most beloved treasure, only for them to cherish—shooing away anyone who tries to steal your attention from them. You would have a future King and future Lord at your display.

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[py-dreamer]

The hero and the warrior were like the sun and the mo-

@cats-and-confusion, @leesbian42

Ayo, back with some shenanigans in space, WOO!

Obviously inspired by macaques gay play tm

Its actually a redraw of this:

Also done by me, just a while back

I was quite conflicted if I should colour in Wukong and Mac like in the bapc pic or just go with the simpler shadowplay aesthetic

And honestly? Quite pleased with how it came out

But I still wonder what it'd look like in a different style so you MIGHT see another version sooon!

I will admit, the trees look much better this time. Less like big broccolis and more like trees

And that's cause I used a reference this time, I based them off of peach trees and used the peach/memory flower I designed in my earlier designs for the space outlaw gang only in the shadowplay style

And praise the Lord for copy paste!

It would've taken FOREVER to draw all those itty bitty flowers, although keeping track of the copies in the layers and merging them was a nightmare.

Planets are the same as the first pic, no big deal

I gave mihou white fur cause its a popular headcanon and it looked pretty, I would assume in intimate moments like this, he'd be able to let down the glamor

Also sadly couldn't do the same for wukong cause I couldn't find a shade that looked good (I'm so sorry, wukong (T^T))

The purple clouds are inspired by the swirly purple clouds Mac uses in his shadow play.

And that's about everything

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(Click pic for less sh!tty quality)

[lsd-astronaut]

Could you please write something about Aragorn (and Faramir if you're up to it) courting an apothecary? Even better if the apothecary is a healer but is actually chronically ill themself and suffers from a long-term illness, maybe one that keeps them stuck in Rivendell/Gondor for awhile. I'm a sucker for the "You can heal everybody but yourself" archetype. Thank you so much, I hope your day is going well. Take care of yourself and drink some water!

Thank you for the request! My knowledge about apothecaries is limited to Maomao from the The Apothecary Diaries anime (if you haven't watched it, I 100% recommend it, the second season is currently airing), but I'll do my best to write this and do justice to your ask!

How to Woo an Apothecary and Not Die Trying

Pairings: Aragorn x Fem!Apothecary!Reader, Faramir x Fem!Apothecary!Reader (Separate)

✦ Aragorn

Although you have been living in Rivendell with the elves all your life, you haven't had many chances to talk with the only other human in the place. This is, of course, due to your poor health and its issues, which flare up at the worst of times and leave you unable to even get up from your bed when they get really bad. It seems quite more ironic when you reflect on your career choice; healing people while you're left stumbling around and in pain. It feels like a cruel joke bestowed on you by the Valar, but you are, for better or for worse, used to it already.

How surprising it is when you are notified of the arrival of Lord Elrond's daughter with a halfling on the verge of death. Not allowing yourself to dwell in the strangeness of the situation, you get to work, and only allow yourself to relax slightly when you see the first traces of colour return to the hobbit's face. The surprises don't end there, for some days later, Aragorn appears with three other hobbits on his heels. It makes you smile seeing the eagerness of the three, as they immediately flock to you, shooting questions about their friend's — Frodo — wellbeing. You see them rushing to his room before you are interrupted by a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you find yourself face to face with the ranger.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" You ask. Aragorn however shakes his head.

"I think you've already done more than enough for everyone here. I simply wished to inquire about yourself. I couldn't help but to notice you seemed a bit unbalanced." At your expectant expression, he quickly clears his throat. "Unless I have overstepped, in which case I sincerely apologise."

Quickly shaking your head, you reassure him that couldn't be further from the truth. "I simply did not expect anyone to notice. I am as fine as I can be, do not fret. You, however, I see are in dire need of some rest. I cannot fathom how you could keep on for almost a week without sleep to get here as fast as you did."

Aragorn laughes at your words, and a light blush makes its way to your face. As you go to move away, he sobers up and calls your name.

"I may not have many more chances before I am forced to leave Rivendell again, so I have to ask this of you, even if it makes me a selfish man. Would you allow me the honour of being the one to court you?" He understands he is asking too much of you, and is also aware of your inability to leave the Last Homely House. But if he is to go in this extremely dangerous, possibly deadly, Quest, then he must take his chances. He would do this for you every time and again, for in his eyes you deserve a world not marred by darkness, one where you can actually go outside and enjoy the breeze in your face and not fear for your life. And maybe, in this picture, he gets to stand by your side.

When the smile on your face breaks through, he knows the answer.

✦ Faramir

Opening your little shop in the morning, you could not have expected what the day would have in store for you. The routine was routine for a reason, and you didn't seek anything more apart from it. You also got quite a lot of clients, so it meant less time for yourself but more money for everything else. The pros outweighed the cons, and you couldn't complain about your luck; not everyone could work their dream job all by themselves, and manage to sustain the costs that came with it.

The day passed by without a hitch until the late afternoon, when the bell on top of the door chimed, signalling the arrival of yet another client.

"I'll be with you in just a second!" You shouted from the back of the shop as you organised some new products that had arrived in the morning, but due to the heavy foot traffic you hadn't had much time to do it until now. When you peeked your head through the doorframe, you smiled as you saw Faramir, arguably your best regular customer. "Well, what do we have here? I'm assuming the usual?"

The blonde-haired man chuckled and nodded. "Aye, the sparring session got a bit too heated today."

"Tell Boromir to go a bit easier on you. He's going to make me lose a very valuable client, and then he will have to face me." You grinned.

"He is more than aware, I assure you. But I have gotten some hits in myself. As a warning, of course." It amazed you how relaxed Faramir was in comparison to his demeanor in official settings. You had had occasional requests to the court in order to bring medicine or herbs of some sort. Those times, it was Boromir who took the lead and talked your ear off while Faramir preferred to stand around and keep mostly quiet. Yet, when he was here, just the two of you, he loosened up, and his teasing ways came forth. One could only hope that this meant you were special in his eyes. You were not going to say anything, though, at least not today.

The universe seemed to have different plans for you, though. Faramir looked momentarily troubled, making you stop your hand with the ointment he had requested and glance at him worriedly. "Is something the matter, Faramir?" At your words, he appeared to start a bit, but he soon recovered and looked directly into your eyes.

"How long have I been coming here?

"Wha–." Your words were cut by his raised hand. "Just answer my question, please."

"Umm, I guess that it has been six months, give or take? I'm not sure exactly."

"That long already? I'm more of a fool than I thought..."

"What's the matter, Faramir?"

He sheepishly scratched his neck as he looked down. "Boromir was hinting at it but I didn't want to believe it." His eyes raised again to look at you. "Have you noticed that I've been trying to court you for these last months?"

What had he just said? You stood there, the stiffness of your limbs not having anything to do with your illness for once. Had you heard right? No way, why would he say that? To you? Who had to use a cane to get to places? Wait, why would that matter at all? This is Faramir we're talking about! WAIT! Were the flowers two months ago during Lovers Day more than a teasing friends gift? Focus! He is still expecting an answer!

You opened your mouth and closed it again. Words had never failed you, but now seemed unwilling to leave your throat. After some failed attempts, finally you were able to muster "Me?" which was frankly pathetic. Faramir, bless his heart, looked more worried than dejected.

"Yes, you. Who else?" As if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I... I don't know. Literally anyone else?"

"Why would I want anyone else when you're here?" At this, you blushed bright red and covered your face with your hands as you squeaked in surprise. "Have I been mistaken in my advances?"

Dropping your hands, you gaped at him. How could he think that? "I also like you a lot! I just didn't know you were courting me..."

Faramir laughed and got closer to you, smiling sweetly. "Oh, Boromir is going to make so much fun of us when he hears this."

DAMN why was Faramir's so fucking long omg I also leaned more on the apothecary part in the second one, and the chronic illness is barely mentioned but I didn't want to make it like a personality trait, just something the reader has to live with, and honestly no idea if I did this right, but I hope you like it and it's a good enough attempt for my first time writing Aragorn and Faramir. I just feel like Faramir would be more confident with people he trusts.

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[h3arts4strs]

Birds of a Feather

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K. Sato x fem!Reader

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01 ᯓ★ After years of not seeing or hearing from your old friend, Kenji Sato, it’s announced the player would be making a return to Japan. Although you have decided to leave that life behind, an unexpected encounter is made.

WORD COUNTᯓ★ 1.2K

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“Western baseball sensation, Kenji Sato, is finally coming home.” My attention immediately shifted from what was meant to be a crochet sweater but rather resembled a Thneed from The Lorax, to reach for the TV remote to increase the volume. “It's reported that the famous baseball player will be returning home and joining the Japanese Giants this season! Pretty exciting-“, it was at that point I switched off the TV and let out a sigh. It has been years.

Ken and I had a strong bond in the past, one bound together through child wonder, the thought of something lasting forever and a shared love for Ultraman. I still remember the first day we met, sometimes shamelessly catching myself thinking about the incident. It was a summer afternoon at a primary school baseball game. Due to the sport being newly established at my school and the few numbers at the time, the boy and girl teams had been conjoined to make up for the numbers. I could still recall the lush grass underneath my shoes as I gripped the baseball bat, ready to swing and woo the crowd of students who had stayed after school. The pitcher, a dark-haired boy whose head was too big for his shoulder was getting in position, waiting for the signal from the coach. One, two, three, ball! The ball was hurdling towards me, its speed picking up as it got closer and closer. I kept my eye on the ball then, smack!

I dropped my bat and my hands immediately flew to my right eye, gently applying pressure in a poor attempt to alleviate the pain I felt. How embarrassing. Members of my team were flocking to check my condition as I was still in shock. The team surrounded me as the coach gently removed my hands from my eye, revealing the dark ring that had started to form from where the ball hit me. It was that day that I had met the boy who hit me with the ball, it was that day I had met Kenji Sato.

It was through the baseball incident we started talking and quickly became the best of friends, often going out after all baseball games to get delicious frozen treats or play superheroes in the park. One of my favourite memories with Kenji was, the time he gave me the best advice, something I carry with me every day. It stemmed from primary school and how I would be alienated or made fun of for how I looked. Whether it was for my skin colour, hair, or how I sounded, especially when speaking in broken Japanese, I became the talk of the school. I hated it. I hated how my name was an inside joke to many cliques. I hated myself. The relentless teasing led to me always begging my mom to let me straighten my hair, in an attempt to fit in. Kenji noticed this, prompting the best advice he has ever told me, something that will forever stick with me, ‘kids will talk no matter what, so give them something good to talk about’. It was moments like that that had us stuck at the hip until a forceful separation was made a few months later, Ken was moving to America. 

At that point in time, it felt as if the world had ended at the fruitful age of 11, unbeknownst to what awaited me in my years of adolescence. My best friend would be moving across the North Pacific, to the world of the west, leaving Japan and me behind. We then made it a mission to keep contact, not allowing our friendship to falter and for the first year and a half we did just that. The strength of our bond could not be questioned as it was that strong and not once had I ever been left to wonder are we still friends. It was only until I noticed he messaged less and less and took longer to reply and when he did, it seemed forced. I was naive to think that we would stay the same, to believe that he would get tired of this distance. We were like two slow dancers, experiencing each other's comforting embrace until the song's ending would inevitably force us to part. I can’t blame him. Life happened and we unfortunately never spoke again, leading me up to my present, one where I sit snuggled up in a warm blanket as I attempt to crochet while having the ambience of the TV fill my luxury apartment.

I would love to meet up with Kenji again and see how he’s been doing after all these years but the thought of it being an interaction is nothing short of that awkward tension with constant “oooh”, “That’s cool” and “By the way, sorry for not messaging you anymore out of the blue, I was feeling a bit silly” so it would be best I leave that chapter behind, continue living life as I have been. After coming to my conclusion I decide to retire for the night, getting ready for a busy day as a KDF fighter pilot.

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As the sun shines through my blinds, I slowly rise, stretching until a satisfying pop noise escapes my back. I go about my regular morning routine and change into my fitness wear which consists of sweatpants, a compression jacket and some trainers. After battling with my hair, I managed to put it into an updo, practical yet adorable. I grab my headphones, phone and house keys and go out for a morning run. 

I had started incorporating morning runs on weekends as a way to remain active when I was not able to surf and enjoy other water activities. As my body carried me on the boardwalk at a steady pace, I listened to my favourite artist and mentally planned out my day, I was going to go home, freshen up and explore the city, discover small shops that hid in the crooks and crannies of the city, have lunch at a cute cafe then return home, it would be the perfect self-care day. 

I continued to run, enjoying the salty breeze that gently blew on my face, the rising sun that warmed me up and the sound of crashing waves I could hear over my music. My mind and body felt amazing, being able to reconnect with nature after a long week of flying and capturing was therapeutic.

After running my routine 5km, I headed towards the nearest smoothie bar to get myself the tasty treat I deserved after doing my run and beating my previous time constraint. I walk into the shop, enjoying the feeling of the AC cooling down my body. I analysed the options on the menu and decided to go with a simple berry smoothie. Once my order had been prepared and I reached over the counter to receive my drink, I felt someone tap my shoulder. When I turned around to see who was behind what they needed, “Hey, it's been a while."

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✮chérie

[jinkiezzsstuff]

AAA I really love your alastor movie night story! Any chance you can make a part 3 ? 🥺

Absolutely! so sorry i got to you late but i wasn’t ignoring just preparing! i hope you enjoy this one too, although it’s not movie centred this time, rather a continuation of the last!

Part [1] [2] (although technically it could be read as a stand alone)

Summary: Alastor wasn’t proud of his admission during the movie night, instead he decided to treat you to a surprise date, one where he can get a better feeling on what his emotions are.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol drinking, Alastor who’s not pleased with romantic emotions, possibly ooc?, alastor mentions knowing french, homie manipulates the surroundings with his magic, no bodytype/hairtype/skin colour mentions, i think that’s it! lmk!

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Alastor wasn’t too familiar with the current feeling he was experiencing, but he knew it was related to romance. The way his heart thumped, and his mind always seemed to fall back to thought of you that night. You seemed to be highly interested in him, not only as a powerful overlord, but as his less interesting mortal self, and that made not only his ego kick start but his heart. After the stunt he pulled, telling you he loved you, and kissing you softly, he knew he was in trouble.

He thanked all the unholy that the next day you didn’t seem to spread the news like wildfire around the hotel, however he did speak to Rosie about such affairs, as she would be the one to know best. The trip was like any others he took to Rosie’s but this time he got plentiful advice concerning love, romance, dates and the other unsavoury aspects he mentioned he’d rather hear little of.

That brought him to tonight, in his room was a make up of land that was much like the foliage he had back in his home in New Orleans. Since you seemed very interested in his home life, he decided to set up a date around it, show you a little of what his home was like. It made him feel sickeningly domestic, preparing to show you something near and dear to his heart, like opening up his memories and displaying them just for you. He set up nice wood table for the two of you to eat at, with some of his favourite dishes set out, even the deserts he wasn’t a fan of he laid out just in case you wanted to try some.

Around his room sprung up some weeping willow trees, the wooden floor turned to dirt as well as grass, and the forest that was once there became a bayou, what you were so curious about during the movie. He decided to share some of his other past, voodoo artifacts he replicated from his past life, some old songs he was a big fan of, as well as one of his old dictionaries that had both French and English. Alastor made some other arrangements, his shadows were forced to play jazz, he magicked some fireflies to light up the false sky above, he essentially created an illusion of the woods near his home, aside from the bayou.

Closing the door to his bedroom he materialised his microphone tossing it up once before taking a confident stride. It was time to put on the southern charm he knew he could effortlessly woo you with. As he sauntered down the hall he began to get more nervous, after all that night was all about the movie, what if it wasn’t true what you had said?

He didn’t have time to dwell, lifting his hand he knocked rhythmically on your door, waiting patiently as you shuffled around. Opening the door, you were shocked to trail your eyes across the radio demon, you half expected to see Angel, as he’s been pestering you ever since he picked up on you eyeing Alastor more often. Fixing your posture you smiled at him, feeling a little self conscious that he caught you at a time you looked, well, not great. You were in leisure clothes, relaxed and had been laying in bed all day.

“How’re you Alastor, can I help ya?” You ask, quirking your head to the side. Alastor barged into your room pushing past you, perhaps when you first met him you’d be unsettled but you’ve come to love Alastor’s presence and the way he carried himself; even the tad bit annoying aspects like barging in uninvited. “Oh my dear I am just fantastical! And I was oh so hoping you’d join me for dinner tonight?” Your eyebrows raised as you shut the bedroom door, Alastor had been in your room before but he noted little upgrades like a record player, some photos of you and the group plastered against a mirror.

You looked down at your attire, and looked to the clock. “Uhm, like how soon is dinner? I look a mess Al.” You sighed softly not wanting to reject him but also immediately feeling pressure to be and look your best. Alastor flicked his wrist, tossing his head back in disbelief. “Please my dear don’t think of me so lowly.” Before you can respond to his random comment he snapped his fingers and suddenly you body felt hugged by new fabrics. Gazing down at yourself you were greeted by formal garments that were clearly from the late nineteen twenties.

Smiling softly at the gesture you looked up at Al who was already looking at you through lidded eyes, his hands clasped in front of him. “You look wonderful darling, truly.” Although still boisterous sounding, it was a lot more tame and meaningful than his prior theatrics. Alastor couldn’t deny the way he felt looking at you doused in clothes from his time, it made him feel something firey within him. Slowly he offered his hand to you, a charming smile upon his face. “Shall we dear?”

Now you both stood at Alastor’s bedroom door, he was tense and nervous about how you’d react. Regardless of how he presented himself with his suit and his pious demeanour, he was still that louisiana man who had a big heart for his home and the culture surrounding it and didn’t want judgement surrounding some of his favourite aspects about home like the cricket noises, swamp, and of course the food. It was a new and interesting worry since being in hell as he didn’t really worry about his past life since, but the night you two shared opened his eyes.

Finally pulling himself together Alastor pushed opened the bedroom door, stepping aside with a ‘ladies first’. It was gorgeous, the moment you walked it you were hypnotized. Obviously, Alastor grew up in the more outback of New Orleans since his entire aesthetic was mossy forests and obviously the deer hunting, however this was a beauty beyond compare. There was a mock up night sky above, firefly’s lit the way to a small table displayed with foods. There was tall and short grass all around, as well as willow trees that sagged low dusting the ground with their leaves. On the furthest side of the room, on the other side of the table, there was a bayou you could see as you walked in. On the mossy murky water there were lilipads with frogs croaking out, that paired with the crickets gave a soothing camp like ambiance.

Grinning widely, Alastor smiled, pulling your chair out for you to sit. Once seated he sat across from you, you were glad it wasn’t one of those long tables but something closer and personal, where you could still reach over and touch him. “I thought since you seemed to enjoy that movie so much, y’know, I can’t show you my home but i can show you parts of it.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely, you had no idea how he did it, and you took another sweep around the room soaking up all that you could see. “Alastor, this is amazing! I can’t express my gratitude and also excitement that you were willing to do all this.” You admit getting shyer as the sentence went on; the weight of the act dawning on you. Alastor hummed, eyes closed as well as his smile, and to you it seemed like his typical indifference he was keen on displaying, however the truth was Alastor had no clue how to properly respond to it. You had inadvertently pointed out the fact he went out of his way for you, with his magic on top of that, and that wasn’t something he was proud of.

Snapping his fingers, the shadows he’d forced into musicians began their strumming, and singing. You jumped a bit at the sound, although you did recognize the song being played, which surprised you. “So Al, can I ask what possessed you to pull this together?” Alastor, who was in the middle of serving the two of you some red wine, paused briefly, if you looked close enough at his smile and his eyes you’d be able to see the hesitancy behind them.

Closing the bottle he placed it back on the table, and took a sip, stalling his response. “My dear, we had quite the night together didn’t we? That movie opened up some interesting doors.” The non answer-answer Alastor gave you made you a tad bit nervous. Saying nothing you sipped your wine, and took in his appearance. Despite the date being a formal situation, he was dressed more relaxed, not by much this was Alastor. However he did have his suit jacket set aside, he wore a washed out looking red button up, with his red vest and he still had his tie on. It was quite the rare sight, you’ve barely seen him look normal, he’s always playing that character that’s immune to everything others aren’t; no matter if it were demons or humans.

Deciding that it was better to enjoy your time with him then pester about his intentions; you knew who Alastor was and the horrific things he could do, and you still chose to ignore it. It’s more fun that way. Digging into your food the two of you made small talk, mainly Alastor as he explained certain dishes and tid bits on his mothers version of the cooking, as well as certain voodoo topics and misconceptions. The longer the wine set in, the more you flirted, and although Alastor wasn’t as affected by the wine as you were, he still returned the gestures with a soft smile.

“I didn’t know you spoke french, what?” You leaned on the table resting the side of your head on your palm, the food that was once on the table gone. “Yes my dear! New Orleans is bilingual.” The deer laughed cheerily at the awe and wonder in your eyes, as if it was such a spectacular thing. “That’s pretty hot, y'know laddies n lads love the french language.” Taking another sip of your wine, Alastor followed in suit, sipping his wine smile relaxed. “I really only care for what you think.” With the deep hushed tone he said the sentence in, made heat crawl from your neck to the pit of your stomach. “Well I think it’s pretty hot.”

You bit your nail watching Alastor’s ears twitch at your words. “Such gamy words dear, couldn’t you express yourself through more appropriate terms?” Alastor chided playfully, wiggling his figure at you. You grinned, biting your lip with mischief in mind. Tapping your lip, you looked up, giving an exaggerated impression that you were in a contemplative state. Then, perking up, finger in the air with a ‘light bulb’ expression you sarcastically spoke. “My dearest Alastor, your ability to converse in French, seduces me. Better?”

Alastor hummed gently, shaking his head side to side. “I’m afraid that’s still rather forward of you dear.” After speaking Alastor tipped his glass finishing his wine. “I hope that wasn’t making you uncomfortable.” You say cautiously worried that he may be serious, embarrassed you leaned back in your seat distancing yourself just slightly. Alastor felt a ping of distaste hit him when you retracted your body, and he had to refrain himself from pulling or beckoning you back in. “Not at all, if i was you’d surely know.” The ominous grit he got when threatening people made an appearance, but didn’t last long before he relaxed. Deciding to push forward, he stood, ushering his shadows away from playing songs, he walked over to you offering his arm. “Would you like to see the bayou you were so enthralled with? The real deal?”

Alastor looked down at you through lidded eyes, his tone silken. As you looked up at him you could get a peek of his tail flicking back and forth methodically. Taking him by the arm you stood, and so he guided you away from the table as the room morphed with hazy black shadows into a different scene. The two of you now stood on a dock, looking out on the bayou, fireflies flickered by, crickets and cicadas made their ambient noises, the water would occasionally splash with a fish, it was beautiful. “So Al,” You start nervously, looking at the demon who still held you close via your interlocked arms.

Alastor hummed a static sounding hum looking down at you. “Uh, I, well remember what you said the night we split from the movie?” Alastor’s brow quirked, smirked down at you he strung out a yes that sounded teasing, of course he knew where this conversation was going, but at this point in the night he’d gotten more comfortable with the idea of it. “I was wondering, if you still meant it?” Alastor nodded slowly looking into the murky waters of the bayou, looking a little zoned out. “Yes, I do think so. I’m certain if you’d ask me to kill for you I would, if you needed my help I’d help, if you’d ask for my advice I’d give it. I'm not familiar with many aspects of love but I'm definitely fond enough of you to do a laundry list of things I wouldn't do for others.”

Alastor turned his body to you, gently willing your own to do the same with both his hands on your shoulders. With his head lifted high he looked down at you through his lashes, a coy smile appearing on his lips at the sight of your sudden bashfulness. With a soft hand, he lifted your chin to gaze at him. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something addictive in the way you made him feel and the way you were so responsive to him, be it his touch or his words. Oh he knew he liked you now, unfortunate state of events for him.

Watching your eyes blink up at him patiently made him solidify what he was going to do. Bending to your level, he looked into your eyes making sure you fully understood what he was planning on doing, briefly your eyes bounced around his face making sure you were reading him correctly and when you were certain your eyes fluttered he closed the window of space between you. Compared to the chaste kiss he gave you the night of the movie, this one could’ve been considered ravenous, he pulled you close almost immediately, wrapping his arms around your torso and neck. Your hands cautiously came up around his waist and up to his back pulling him nearer.

Alastor’s movements were slow and thought through, and when he pulled away from the passionate kiss, he immediately pulled you into a hug to hide the emotion he knew would be in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to be that vulnerable yet, but in due time, perhaps he’d try.

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want some jason todd headcannons? i have millions

jason has curly hair

it’s very obvious i mean you can identify him as robin because of the two puffs of curls, however i feel like the rest of his head isn’t as prominently curly because he was never taught how to properly care for his curls.

so, it’s all just a mess and somewhat frizzy when he does partake in properly brushing it.

another one is he cannot grow a beard.

he can have stubble, yes. but because he has a bunch of scars here and there all over his face, he physically cannot grow a beard, it’s all just some chunks of hair.

he kind of really hates it, mainly because he also hates his scars and he can’t hide it but also he died when he was a teenager, and most teenage boys are a little excited to grow a beard, so, when he grows up into a man and can finnaly grow one he’s a little irritated that he still can’t.

another head cannon is anytime he tries to fix his posture it hurts, his bones physically hurt if he stands properly for more than an hour.

in this head cannon of mine i believe that a lot of jason’s bones were broken when he was in the pit, so they had been mended together, but had been mended together while still—failing— to heal.

so yes he’s a tall man, but he’s slouching, not meaning too and he’s had a couple of old lady’s comment on it from time to time.

want another one? (of course you do) he is a human heater, and that’s because he’s taught himself to be, from all the years on the streets as a kid or from when his mom would kick him out of the house time to time, he’d grown used to hoarding heat.

and it hadn’t gone away, it was something almost natural to him, from the nights spent in greasy, trash filled alleyways to nights on unwashed roofs near gargoyles, he’d spent so long in the cold that he was used to it.

im a strong believer his eyes are still blue, mainly because my favrioute comic artist is dexter soy, i love green eyed jason don’t get me wrong but blue.. woo!

but i like to think they are a murky blue, tinted with a very glossed over dead look, if he tears up his eyes look like a corpse.

that’s because of the lazarus pit, it had messed with them, he had once had deep blue striking eyes, almost akin to bruce’s, but when he came back they lacked that colour.

another thing, is jason todd as a teenager had the squeakiest voice ever.

voice cracks almost everywhere, when jason came back he could not understand his own voice coming out, too deep.

he definetly has a thick jersey accent and that’s not up for debate, gotham is based in jersey and jason lived around hoards of drug dealers and just overall mucky people growing up.

not to mention when he comes back a lot of his goons are just some average joe’s, so his accent is thick and i stand by it.

he refuses to drink coffee just because dick used to give him shit when he first met him, constantly repeating it like a parrot to jason. “cawfe is it?”

(i might be putting too many but i seriously have a lot of jason headcannons)

dosent know what to count as his birthday, his original day he was born or the day he came back? when he’s asked he ends up just spewing a fake one, not like he even celebrates it anyway.

jason is fond of kids. i mean, tries to make funny faces to a baby on the subway only for it to cry, that leaves a sour taste on his tongue for a week.

he’s not used to his frame, at all. he might have a hundred bruises from late night activities but there’s about a hundred more just from underestimating his true height and width.

smacks his hands or arms into everything, trips over a lounge a couple times, goes to grab a pillow only to have it dwarf two sizes down as he grips it.

his nose is crooked as fuck, both from genetics and many fights. he can’t tell anymore if it’s broken or healed.

his pain scale is off the charts, cannot feel pain unless he’s looking directly at it, he’s more of an emotional pain person, could take a knife to the thigh and wouldn’t realise until his skin feels sticky but someone throws a dirty look his way and he’s a little hurt.

i mean, he’s spent years searching for approval from everybody in his life. bruce, dick, alfred, both of his moms.

and one last one, he’s no older than like 26.. maybe! he’s a young guy, seriously!!

[7squidgy7]

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Close ups and ramblings below:

Just redrew flaming june as Narinder. Its just such a cat nap pose I had to draw him as it, plus the fabric and colours are just so nice. You can see a bit of my rambling about the painting here.

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Was at a firework show other day and was thinking about how fireworks would work in the cotl universe, they've been around for a long time in our world, but how would the react to the magic of the world.

They most likely exist in the bishops domain but it's a special thing reserved for big events, so many people don't know they exist, except for a few specialists. Lambert for sure doesn't know fireworks exist, so when they accidently firing off a fireball while holding some copper and it makes a green flame they begin to experiment out of pure curiosity.

They just start burning bunch metals and materials to see how they react. The first fireworks show the cult had was just Lambert throwing a bunch of materials in the air and burning them to make pretty colours or effects, but to the cultists it's some of the most magical stuff they've seen.

Forneus was taking care of Ramya during this festival and the 2 watch from a distance at the display. Forneus probably gave Lambert a few proper fireworks with the instructions of light these and run so they got quickly upstaged by the real thing later on.

They're probably able to recruit a cultists who was a pyrotechnic at some point and learn how to make proper fireworks themselves. They use curses to get shapes and effects as well. You tend to pick up a lot of hobbies when your immortal.

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Also Knucklesbones with the baby. She got passed around like a lucky charm a lot. Not at all that the knuckle bones crew wanted to hold her.

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[jungaji]

ghostbusterヾ(ﾟДﾟ;ヾ) | k.jw

synopsis: in the week leading up to halloween, you're haunted by dreams of a faceless man who promises you'll meet soon. but things aren’t as simple as they seem, and the line between dreams and reality begin to blur when cryptic messages and strange events unfold on the night of haechan's halloween bash. you're left questioning: who—or what—is this mysterious man?

pairing: kim jungwoo x fem!reader feat. mark lee & lee haechan

genre: one-shot social media au, written portions (7 dream journal entries), supernatural, comedy

authors note: hihiii this was meant to be posted on halloween LMAO oh well ANYWAYS this smau is my baby 🥹💖 im finally getting it out of the drafts and into the world waaahh i hope you’ll enjoy!!!

also disclaimer, this is really long (i got carried away ToT) reblogs & replies are greatly appreciated <33

YN’S DREAM JOURNAL

DREAM ENTRY #560

28/10/2024

i dreamt that i worked at an ice cream shop with this guy named, woo? he didn’t have a face (kinda creepy) but he had pretty pink hair and he was really tall! we had to work together to design a new logo for the shop & we fought over making it olaf inspired or spiderman inspired (mark is corrupting my mind) we played rock, paper, scissors to decide and i obviously won!!! he told me we needed to have a rematch when we see each other again (?) anyways, the spiderman ice cream logo turned out really cute & our manager loved it. 10/10 dream

DREAM ENTRY #561

29/10/2024

dreamt of woo (the faceless guy) again today! we were playing dress to impress together & the theme was halloween. he dressed as a ghost & i dressed as a zombie! we duo-ed & hit pose 28 as a team and some kid in the server told us we had no taste & woo went crazy on them 😭 we got kicked out of the server after & we were somehow transported to some kind of harry potter universe (?) hyuck was there too & i tried talking to him but he ignored me & tried to KILL ME instead!!! woo swooped in to protect me though, he killed dream hyuck & told me he would steal me away from hyuck when we meet (?) because i deserve better friends

DREAM ENTRY #562

30/10/2024

i had the perfect life in last night’s dream!!! i had like a million friends & i was super rich 🤑 the only factor was that i was a vegetable (?) oh! & woo was in my dream again today too (third night in a row) anyways, we were both some kind of vegetable & we had to compete in a vegetable eating competition? (so basically cannibalism..) we won the competition though & we got transported to this super cute studio ghibli inspired house >.< woo mentioned how we should binge all the movies together when we meet!

DREAM ENTRY #563

31/10/2024

i dreamt that i was an idol! but i was also a mosquito (?) woo was with me once again, as well as jaehyun! (which is odd considering i haven’t seen him in a long time) anyways, the three of us just flew around and sang together, it was cute 🥹 jaehyun had a schedule after so he left first, & me and woo went to watch the sunset!!! it was so pretty, an ombre of orange & pink (my favourite colours ToT) — woo kept talking about how he would bring me to watch the sunset when we meet! usually i would wake up right after woo says something like that but i didn’t last night so i asked him what he meant by meeting (?) & he told me to look for someone dressed as olaf at hyuck’s halloween party tonight (i guess i’ll be anna then :p)

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DREAM ENTRY #019

31/10/2021

i dreamt that i was grocery shopping with woo! he kept talking about some guy named, yuno (?) i thought it was his boyfriend at first but he assured me that they were just good friends (also, roommates? i think.) anyways, we bought soo much halloween candy & we went back to my place to watch ghostbusters!!! before i woke up, i asked woo what he was wearing to hyuck’s party so i could spot him easily & he told me he would be dressed as rose..? from titanic 😭 (i don’t wanna be jack but when duty calls!!!)

DREAM ENTRY #119

31/10/2022

dreamt that i was cycling with woo at hundred acre woods! it was so fun >.< we talked to winnie the pooh & he even shared some honey with us !!! but after we ate the honey, the whole scenery (?) changed & it became that one winnie the pooh horror movie 😭 we got chased by him and piglet i woke up in cold swear (NO joke) also didn’t get to ask woo if i would meet him at hyuck’s party tonight or not :(

DREAM ENTRY #390

31/10/2023

i dreamt that i was baking a cake with mark! but when i turned to ask him where the sugar was, woo was standing there instead of mark Ö it was confusing at first but we just continued baking & woo kept talking about ghostface (?) ,, halfway through the conversation, we were suddenly sucked (?) into the cake 😭 we were inside of this cake house (chocolate cake!!!) & woo started eating all the funiture HAHAHA anyways, after eating we got tired so we laid on the chocolate bed & i asked if i would meet him somewhere soon and he mentioned hyuck’s party! he said to keep an eye out for that girl from twilight & then i woke up :( (guess i’ll be edward for tonight)

[thelov3lybookworm]

Lucien who now lives full time in the Day Court knowing the truth (think white robes and cold crown and makeup omg) and who has been in love with IC reader since getting to know her while he was there.

She's now visiting on some Night Court business (research, negotiation, etc.), and he's decided to put on his full Lucien teasing charm to woo her.

Sunlight in a Bowl.

Summary: Did he just... no. Of course not.

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A/n: I didnt realise how much i loved this idea until i wrote it 😭 thank you soo much my darling anon for sending in this request, i had soo much fun writing it lol, it was like it took no effort, came to me soo easy 🥹

also, posting this an hour early for funsies 🤭

i promised no angst so theres no angst @milswrites

anyways, enjoy!

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The day court was beautiful.

That was all Y/n could think of as a sentry led her towards Helion's private receiving chambers, all other adjectives having flown out of her head the moment Azriel had dropped her on the border of Day court, from where she'd winnowed herself to the palace.

The white houses, the red and gold roofs, the sunlight shining from above and reflecting from pools of water and the Palace right in the center of it all, the colourful market in the town square...

It was safe to say Y/n was ready to move to Day court, already having forgotten that she was here on a mission from Rhysand.

She was ready, bags packed, no questions asked.

So busy was she gaping at the beautiful architecture of the palace, the artwork reigning her in like some trick of hypnotism, she didn't realise the sentry had come to a stop outside two large oak doors.

Unfortunately, that meant she smacked right into his back before she realised.

Her cheeks blazing, Y/n stumbled back as she glanced up at the male, who had an amused smile on his face.

"I merely stumbled. My dress is a little long."

He nodded. "Never said you did not stumble. I believe it must be hard to walk around in your too long knee length dress."

Blood rushed into Y/n's ears as she looked down at the dress that... only reached her knees, realising he was right.

Fuck.

She cleared her throat, standing at attention, avoiding his eyes.

From her peripherals, she could see him grinning as he knocked on the door, waiting until a voice called out to let them in.

The male opened the door, holding it open for Y/n. She hurried in, resisting the urge to just die as he closed the door behind her.

So much for making a good first impression.

Y/n shook her head, trying to dislodge the lump now forming in her throat at the upcoming conversation.

Being an introvert and shy was a hard job, one Y/n was very good at.

But being introverted and shy while being an emissary? Now that was the job of someone that Y/n would consider god.

And exactly why Y/n had been so against the idea of her becoming an emissary when Rhysand suggested it, knowing she would rather live a life alone in the middle of nowhere and probably become the next Weaver than become an emissary.

Alas, she was the only researcher Rhysand had at his disposal, so now she had been sent to read through as many libraries and books in day court as possible to aid in Feyre's second pregnancy.

It hadn't been confirmed yet whether the babe was winged, but Rhysand and the inner circle thought it best to start researching in advance just in case the babe did have wings and to prevent the second pregnancy ending up the same way the first did, and this time with no one to save them.

"Y/n! Always a pleasure to see you!" Y/n met the warm honey eyes that belonged to Helion, a smile spreading on her face unprompted.

"Helion." She greeted, walking forward and directly into his open and inviting arms, squeezing him back when he wrapped his arms around her.

"I hope the journey was not too hard?"

Y/n laughed, pulling away. "All I had to do was winnow, Helion, why would it be hard?"

Helion grinned, then turned to glance at something behind him.

With horror, Y/n realised that it was not something, it was someone.

Her panicked eyes shot to Helion, remembering that Rhys said Y/n wouldn't have to interact with anyone other than the day court high lord.

"Ah Y/n, meet my son, Lucien. Though I'm sure you've met before."

Y/n swallowed, then let her eyes wander to Lucien. Which, definitely not a good idea, considering Y/n was suddenly drooling and looking away like he had burned her eyes.

She had only looked at him for a moment, but that moment was enough for Y/n to have taken note of how ravishing he looked.

Ravishing?!? Get a grip Y/n.

Y/n attempted to calm her racing heartbeat by taking deep breaths, trying not to think of all the golden skin on display that was not covered by the white robe, the gold crown adorning the head of fiery red.

Trying especially hard not to think about the way his skin glowed with happiness and the beautiful, flirtatious smile adorning those plush, soft lips.

"We- we have met before."

"That's amazing! So if introductions are not needed, I'll take my leave."

Y/n knew her eyes were bulging out of her head at this point, but she did not really care as she gaped at Helion's retreating back. She continued to stare until he reached the doors, then turned to wink at her like he was in on a secret she was not.

Bastard.

Y/n, not knowing what to do, glanced at Lucien, who, in the perfect son-of-bastard way, sent her a cocky grin.

Y/n glared at him at that, pretending like the blush on her face was because of anger and not because she was shy.

"I don't know if Rhys informed you, but I will be helping you out today with the research."

Y/n's eyes widened, staring at him like he'd claimed to have met the Mother herself.

Which, Y/n would have been less surprised to hear, but that was the talk for another day.

"I- no one told me."

Lucien shrugged, that infuriating smile still on his face. "It came up last moment when my father had to leave to handle some important matters."

Y/n nodded sadly, mentally encouraging herself that she could do this.

With a sigh, she gestured at him. "Lead the way."

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"Are you hungry yet?"

Y/n reigned in her sigh of exasperation.

For the past hour, Lucien had been hovering around Y/n, bothering her with stupid questions and trying to get her to go somewhere else. Where, Y/n could not for the life of her figure out.

She glanced up at him, finding his arms crossed over his chest, a careless grin on his face as he leaned against the desk she sat at.

She also noticed how he stood a little too close to just be acting like a caring host, but she ignored it, just like she ignored the bulging, mouth watering muscles in his arms.

"I am sorry Lucien, but my stomach does not consider me worthy of food at the moment. I will let you know once it decides I deserve to eat."

He laughed at that, his head thrown back, his chest vibrating with how genuine the sound was.

Y/n's eyes dropped to the strong column of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he glanced back down to her, grinning. Y/n noticed the dimple that made an appearance in his cheeks, but she pretended she was still mad at his constant nagging and turned back to the thick bound tomes she had open in front of her.

Y/n got a moment of reprieve before he drew her attention again.

But this time he did not ask her if she was hungry or if she was thirsty.

No, he pushed off from the table, and Y/n watched him from the corner of her eyes as he walked to the back of her chair.

She was curious, of course she was, but also glad that he would let her do her studies.

Also sad that he was leaving, but no one needed to know that.

But suddenly, two arms were caging her in against the table, and Y/n startled at the sudden heat of being caged against the wood by someone who quite literally had the heat of autumn court fire in his blood and the warmth of day court sun in his blood.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n yelped, trying to keep quiet in the library.

His breath tickled the hair at the side of her neck as he leaned in.

"I am just wanting to inquire when your stomach will deem you worthy of eating."

"Oh my god." Y/n mumbled, her blood tinting her face red. "Stop it Lucien!"

"Not until you tell me you will go out to eat with me. Tell me, will giving you the sun in a bowl convince you?"

Y/n only kept getting redder in the face, and to try to cover it up, she slapped her hands over her face.

He tsked. "That sounded like it hurt."

Y/n paused for a moment, then mumbled out- "It did."

He laughed again, and something about having him so close to her, so free and vulnerable did things to Y/n. She spread her fingers, peeking out to find his eyes closed, his teeth glinting softly in the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows.

She stared at him, slowly letting her hands fall into her lap, not realising she was staring.

Or maybe not caring.

His laughter slowly died down, the sound still ringing softly in Y/n's ears until it faded away.

He met her eyes, happier than Y/n had ever seen, and gave her a soft smile.

"So?"

Y/n sighed, the sound so exaggerated she would have laughed any other time.

"Fine."

For good measure, Y/n rolled her eyes at him before she turned back to the dusty tomes sitting on the rich wood desk.

She could practically feel his grin as he dipped closer, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Y/n's eyes flew wide, turning to gape at him as he straightened.

"So, a bowl of sunlight. In the receiving room before sunset?"

Y/n choked out an okay.

The bastard had the audacity to wink at her as he turned and strutted away, his careless demeanour already enchanting Y/n's malfunctioning brain.

She watched his retreating back until she couldn't anymore, then straightened to stare at the words that now made no sense to Y/n because she was so busy trying not to think about the plans she now had for the evening.

Did he just...

Y/n blinked, glancing once to the archway he'd just disappeared into.

Did he just ask me out on a date?

Y/n shook her head.

No, it was just not possible.

Lucien? Asking Y/n out on date?

Y/n wanted to laugh at herself for even thinking that. Lucien would never...

Fuck.

Despite herself, Y/n began to smile, and hope.

What have I gotten myself into?

It was going to be hurting her brain to think so much about it, but she couldn't care less about it.

Still smiling, Y/n returned to her work, now trying to stop focusing on him and start doing the thing she was actually here for.

It's going to be a long day.

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[bassboosted-moon-chao]

So I was thinking and wondering; what if the Florges line had a closely related (but not the same) male counterpart line? And so, I drew the following Fakemon:

meet Falilys, Falarino and Fanceur!

Fairy-Types drawing from Water power, they're male ballet dancer/butler themed. Dex entries + big ramble under the cut.

Falilys ("fa-lee-lees")

The Tiny Lilypad Pokémon

Fairy-Type — drawing power from Water-Type

Exceedingly rare in modern times. It's thought Falilys is born when a Flabébé undergoes a strange mutation in the egg.

The dewdrops Falilys carries on its head are important to it. Knocking them off makes it cry.

A very honouring Pokémon, Falilys are often seen carrying Flabébé across lakes, ponds and rivers in exchange for pollen to eat.

Falarino ("fa-la-ri-no")

The Lilypad Pokémon, evolved form of Falilys

Fairy-Type — drawing power from Water-Type

The lilypad Falarino once used to travel is now carried on its head. It practices balance with it, twirling and dancing across lake surfaces.

Some folklore says Falarino's teardrop shaped marks developed after it was shunned by Florges.

With the grace of a dancer, Falarino emerges at night to heal stagnant bodies of water and encourage healthy growth of aquatic plants.

Fanceur ("fan-se-ur")

The Lilypad Pokémon, evolved form of Falarino

Fairy-Type — drawing power from Water-Type

Fanceur will only remove its lilypad— its source of power— to use as a shield for someone it loves. It spins up streams of water when it dances.

With a haunting cry and an ever-sorrowful expression, Fanceur skips and skims across bodies of water, telling a tragic tale through elegant dance.

Though people used to assume Fanceur would woo Florges with its dances, it's now been found it acts more as a personal servant to its counterpart.

And now for the ramble. Down below are Shinies, colour variations (Fanceur colours are Dawn, Cream, Slate, Dusk and Silk) and a head shape comparison between Fanceur and Florges.

Hoo!! So! This line is my pride and joy. it's my first time making a Fakemon not look like shit. I thought it would be cool if there was a diverging line at birth for Florges and I ran with the idea of it becoming a dancer-servant rather than a guardian. I think it would also be really funny if they shared the same egg group BUT you can't breed Florges and Fanceur anyway. because fuck you. made the Shinies shades of purple to match Florges, and then here we are! funny sad water lily fairies.

[i-cant-sing]

Dabi pours water/bleach (i think) on his head to wash out the black dye and reveal his identity.

Reader: Dad… dye washes out over time when you shower… and you’ve had jet black hair this entire time.

Dabi:…

Reader: Dad… have you not showered this entire time?

Dabi:…

Reader:… Dad answer me

100% but I think ever since daughter reader came into his life, he's been taking showers because... well, he wants to set good morals for you and also not be a total embarrassment to you.

I mean, imagine it's toddler reader's first day at school and Dabi is there to drop her off because of course he can't fucking miss your first day! That's just the beginning of a very spicy traumatic childhood, and he's not gonna let you have one!

So, Dabi is all nervous on the inside because of course everyone's fucking staring at him and he thinks it's because they either recognise him or are scared of him because he's ugly looking with all his burns and staples but in reality, everyone- moms, dads, teachers- they're all staring because wowoowowow who is this fine specimen of a man in a black fitted tee with sweatpants, bulging muscles (because this is evolution towards dad bod) and messy hair. There's just something about his rugged handsomeness, with a resting bitch face, a total bad boy vibe radiating off him.

And what's more attractive than a nonchalant bad boy??? A bad boy who's soft for his daughter🥺🥺🥺🥺

I mean, almost every adult feels something carnal inside them when they see Dabi bent down to pick you up, his muscles flexing, and a soft smile that's ONLY FOR YOU on his face as you giggle and kiss his nose and he returns the kiss on your cheeks, a tender look in his eyes as he wishes you well and hands you your pink school bag that looks extra small and cute in his rough hands🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Immediately, every parent there has made it their mission to be super nice and kind to you particularly because you clearly are your father's soft spot, so yes- they will manipulate you to be liked, no- at least ACKNOWLEDGED by Dabi.

They're all looking at Dabi with hearts in their eyes while Dabi just glares at them as a warning not to mess with you. On the inside, Dabi just wants to rush home so that he's not stared because he's very conscious and a little insecure of his appearance.

And then who is it that finally woos him over???

Pre school teacher Keigo Takami.

Okay maybe not "woo". More like "wears Dabi down enough and he only dates Keigo because you said that he was your favourite teacher".

Anyways, with a child in his life, Dabi decides its time to get a more stable job and leave the villainous life because he can't endanger you. I could see Dabi doing a lot of jobs- a professional chef, a mechanic, a race car driver, also a doctor (but not in this au, we already have platonic yandere Surgeon Dabi x reader x Lawyer Hawks), a farmer, lumberjack, firefighter(only cause of his quirk, not because he likes saving people) etc.

And now that he's got a stable income coming in, he's also gotta look sharp and nice for you. After all, he does want you to get into the best schools and be well mannered and groomed (minus a few times where he does actually want you to be a menace🥺 please do something evil😟). So, he's cleans up well, keeps himself well dressed and has you well dressed, and as far hair colour goes... professionals do his hair now! Complete with $$$ skincare and shit.

If Dabi was hot before, he's irresistible now.

[respectthepetty]

PETTY HI OMG

I wanna ask, what do you mean when a character is a fake *insert colour*? Like you said wandee is a fake blue. What does that mean? And also, according to that logic, he's wearing that blue during that first kiss and I dunno how to feel about that...

@cryingoverweiying, what I mean when I state a character has a "fake color" is that I'm crazy, and I'm quickly losing my mind over fictional characters. But to give you some examples before I get into Wandee's fake blue, I will offer Vegas from KinnPorsche and Jae Young from Semantic Error.

Vegas looks green. He pretends to be a chill dude who is easy going and down-to-earth in front of the main family's bodyguards. Jae Young looks red. He pretends to be an aggressive rascal so he can work Sang Woo's nerves. But we know those are LIES!

Vegas is actually a red devil who has an affinity for torturing people, and Jae Young is really a chill green dude which is why he wasn't showing up for class in the first place. This is why I call their initial colors fake.

I've written a little bit about this in regards to characters changing their colors throughout a series.

So when I write that I believe Dee's blue is a fake color, I mean that I don't think it represents him as a character, and that Dee is pretending to be blue.

Blue Boys are calm, loyal, and passive aka all the things Dee was to Ter for eight years while being in love with him.

But I think Dee was faking it for love. I think the colors are telling us that Dee is actually a Purple Prince who is immature and emotional,

but also encouraging and compassionate.

Because the day after being rejected by Ter and sleeping with Yak, Dee showed up to work in purple.

And he just keeps getting more purple. Purpler? No that's not a word. You understand me though!

But it only happens the more he spends time with Yak.

Since Yak seems to have unleashed Dee's true nature of being childish and arrogant, which are things he never allowed Ter to see.

All these traits would seem negative (emotional, immature, arrogant, childish), but once again, this is only part of who Dee is, and he never actually showed that to the man he was in love with, for eight years! He hid parts of himself behind this fake blue to impress Ter, but with Yak, he can just be himself.

And it's because Yak was his yellow egotistical and energetic self around Dee from the start.

So his openness is contagious.

But this has caused a problem because I don't think Dee is the only one faking a color anymore in this fake relationship.

I wrote before that as much as Yak was picking up Ohm's style to impress Taem, Dee was actually the one to pick out the outfits and the color aligns with Dee's first love.

Brown Boys are wise, stable, and predictable. In fact, they are like the more solid version of Blue Boys.

So it makes sense for a Blue Boy to be with a Brown Boy.

They'd be super stable. They'd be totally truthful. They'd be really reliable. They'd be perfectly predictable. But does that sound like these two?

NO! THEY ARE CHAOTIC LYING TRASH PANDAS!

So I am praying that we see these two not only embrace their true colors once again like Vegas and Jae Young, but for them to embrace the other's color as well, and the only way to do that is through a good old fashion color exchange.

I don't want to see Yak in this fake ass blue or Dee in this light yellow or brown.

I want Yak in purple and Dee in bright yellow because even though I already know it's love since the pink keeps showing up,

I need the colors to tell me there's nothing fake about them or the love they have for each other.

*fingers crossed*

[sonnet-of-skalitz]

The World Turns Around Henry (Part III)

(Henry and women, through Hans Capon’s eyes. And sometimes not only women…) (fleetingly nsfw)

For the second time in as many weeks, Hans found himself skirting the edges of a banquet, feeling more like an imposter at Trosky now than he had when he’d stood at the gates in a dead man’s rags, shit running down his face, the laughter of those two cunt-faced guards ringing in his ears like a deafening bell.

“We’ve heard such wild stories of your short time in Trosky. Come, Sir—tell us the truth of it,” that Bailiff Goatfucker or whatever his name was had volleyed at him—nearly the first thing he’d said, after the introductions. The captain at his side had barely attempted to stifle a snort.

Hans had forged through the eye of the storm to stand here, in the heart of von Bergov’s castle, in a noble’s finery, in his own colours, and these ignorant, backwater lordlings and toadies were still laughing at him. Was it little wonder that he had slipped that trap as soon as possible and since stuck loyally to this corner?

“I’m sorry, Sir, but Lord Capon did nothing wrong.” Hans’s ears pricked up as they did when he heard his name being spoken across a crowded room, and at least this time it was from Henry’s lips he fell. He was safe there. “It wasn’t his fault.”

The momentary surge of satisfaction—see? You see, you buffoons, how highly my man regards me? Perhaps you made an error in judgement, eh?—quickly fell, sinking into something bitter and, Christ, so tired. Since when had Lord Capon of Pirkstein fallen so low that his bodyguard must fight every battle for him?

Fucking hell, but it was a dull affair, this, wasn’t it? A roomful of old, fat men, all friends, all puffed up and boasting of their future achievements to come in the march tomorrow. There wasn’t even anything pretty to look at. A serving girl might flit through here and there, but the girls at Trosky were no great beauties. That Katherine lingered longer than the rest, and she was comely enough for a woman of her age, but even if Hans had felt inclined to forgive her for her part in his calamitous misfortunes, she was an icy one, under all the fire. Let him inside just to snap his pizzle in two, most like.

One of the female guests in attendance, the esteemed Widow Johanka of Zhernov, was a testament to the frightful dearth of feminine charm in this godforsaken place—flanked as she was at all times by men teeming for her attention.

“Shall we have a chat, bonny lad?” she called out to Henry, drawing him over even as Hans had just raised his hand to gain his notice for himself.

Hans tutted and turned his head, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Is the future Lord of Rattay sulking like a little pigtailed brat?” Hanush would’ve said if he could see him now. Thank Christ none of them could see him now.

He watched from afar as the two conversed. As Henry’s voice grew a little louder, his posture loosening and his arms extending in little gestures, it became clear that he was regaling the honourable widow with tales of his daring deeds—and she was eating it up, leaning forward on her elbows with her hands clasped. Rolling his eyes, Hans made a note to chastise Henry over that as soon as the lad was loosed from her clutches to his.

You’d better not be using tales of my string of tragedies to woo women, he’d tell him.

But when Henry finally stepped away from the table, Johanka went with him—led the way, in fact. Hans watched incredulously as the two disappeared out the door into the night, then gaped around the room.

We’re just letting that happen, are we, gentlemen? There were some uncomfortable looks exchanged, but no one leapt up to chaperone. It wasn’t Hans’s place to interfere, so he stayed where he was, casting uneasy glances toward the door until it opened again and she stepped back inside, alone.

They hadn’t been gone long, though it had felt longer. Certainly not long enough for anything more risqué than an ill-advised kiss under the moonlight. Maybe a flash of tit if Henry had been lucky, the dog. And where was Henry?

“Lord Capon,” came a voice from the side, and Hans catapulted himself into an upright posture to face—oh, what was this one’s name again? Something beginning with an O. “I hear you’ve had quite the journey to get here.”

Supressing the urge to throw the man out the nearest window, Hans swallowed his forty-thrice swallowed pride once more and prepared to answer the same handful of tiresome insults-disguised-as-questions all of these smug sheep-fucking arseholes had for him.

When he finally managed to escape, Hans was done. He was done with this night, and he was done with waiting for Henry to notice him. He’d seek the slippery little fucker out, himself.

But when he stepped out onto the wooden walkway under the inky sky, Hans didn’t find Henry alone. At some point, Black Bartosch, von Bergow’s loyal hound, had managed to creep out there too, and something in the way the two of them leant forward, overlooking the courtyard below, hips pointed away but heads leaned in close, stole the voice from Hans’s throat.

“—the talk of the castle, impugning our dear, shy Lady Johanka’s chastity like that.” Bartosch’s tone was teasing, and it drew a little laugh from Henry.

“Shy’s not the word I’d use,” he said, shaking his head, smiling.

“Nor any man in that room—not with a straight face.” Bartosch drew another laugh from Henry, and Hans’s fingers curled so hard the fingernails bit into his palm. “Still, nice to have some company on the eve of battle, eh?”

“What about you and the local womenfolk?” Henry asked him with that twinkle in his eye that spoke to some kind of mischief. “Got your eye on anyone?”

“Come off it! I’d rather have a drink with you,” von Bergow’s man said, and the words were innocuous enough, but the way he and Henry held each other’s gaze told Hans that he had missed something in them.

“I think I know what you’re getting at,” Henry all but whispered, and there was a boyishness in it. Something naughty, and unsure.

“I have some good brandy in my chambers. If you’re tired of the feast…”

Henry didn’t answer for a long time. When he did, he spoke the words like a secret. “The night is young. But… maybe later?”

Bartosch leaned in even closer, close enough to brush their shoulders together. “I’ll be happy to wait for you.”

Hans hadn’t realised he’d stopped breathing until he was forced to take in a big gulp of air, and the two of them turned to him with ashen faces.

Henry’s shoulders slumped just the slightest bit when he saw it was Hans, but von Bergow’s so-called fearless bodyguard was still every bit the helpless hare facing down the hunstman’s arrow.

“I’ll see you inside,” Henry said to the pale wretch, patting his shoulder once in permission to flee—and flee Black Bartosch did.

The two of them finally alone, Henry looked at Hans like a cowed dog, head lowered and eyes up. Hans crossed his arms, unfurling his fingers, nails slipping out of the deep crescents they’d dug into his flesh.

“I’ve had enough. I’m going to bed.” He forced his voice to lift into a vague approximation of nonchalant imperiousness. “But don’t you forget to stop by the smithy for my sword and armour, and fetch some wine from Katherine for the ride tomorrow.”

Henry blinked, as if that was not the thing he’d been expecting Hans to say. Hans, himself, hadn’t been sure what was going to come out of his mouth until it had.

Haltingly, Henry said, “I’ll take care of it,” narrowing his eyes as he tried to discern… something from Hans’s expression.

“Good night, blacksmith’s boy.”

Keeping his face pointedly oblique, Hans dismissed himself from the conversation, turning on his heel and heading off to bed. He felt Henry’s eyes on him until he was inside, then Black Bartosch’s as he strode through the room and out again, to his chambers.

It wasn’t until he was alone, safely alone, in his guest accommodations, door closed and locked behind him, that Hans let out a noise that was more whimper than breath, bringing his hand up to his mouth and pressing it there until it stopped shaking. There was a roaring in his ears. He blinked, but his vision only blurred further.

Good for Henry, making a friend. Good for them both, finding something to distract them on a night like this. They’d drink the fellow’s chambers dry, then probably visit the baths together, take a couple of pretty bathmaids between them and have a grand old time. Perhaps drink some more there, exchange stories of hitting various men over the head with their big sticks, or even spar themselves one last time—that was Henry all over, that was. Offer him a fight and it was like ten birthdays all at once for the single-minded lout. Then they’d bid good night and go their separate ways and— and—

“What the fuck?” Hans muttered, looking down at himself, half-hard and starting to tent his breeches.

Undressing, he went to bed feeling sick. He put a hand on his cock, but squeezing it only made his stomach turn harder.

Hands at his side, Hans fisted them in the sheets and tried to calm his breaths. Oh, how he loathed it here, where nothing made sense, and everything felt bad all the time. The sooner he concluded his business with von Bergow and took Henry home to Rattay, the better.