#fox colored jealousy

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Fox Colored Jealousy has its moments but there's one key aspect that makes it ick

Fox Colored Jealousy has its moments but there's one key aspect that makes it ick #comics #comicbooks #manga

Akiha Konno has a secret–he’s a fox boy. Well, it’s more of a fox spirit that shares his body, so sometimes he sprouts canine ears and a tail when he gets worked up. Whiiiich is exactly what happened the day he first met Yukuri Takahashi, the cute guy who saved him from the perv groping his butt on the train. Turns out, he’s the solution to Akiha’s problems. The fox wants to cuddle Yukuri, and…

[blerdyotome]

Fox-Colored Jealousy Manga Review

Fox-Colored Jealousy is a one volume fantasy boys love manga by Machi Suehiro and published in English by Yen Press. Akiha Konno has a secret—he’s a fox boy. Well, it’s more of a fox spirit that shares his body, so sometimes he sprouts canine ears and a tail when he gets worked up. Whiiiich is exactly what happened the day he first met Yukuri Takahashi, the cute guy who saved him from the perv…

[mojinchiimanga]

[kaitiedidslibrary]

Book 28! I added yet another kitsune romance to my shelf. This is a one-shot, and it was cute. Wraps itself up nicely, and was a very satisfying read.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

[meazalykov]

jealousy jealousy

sydney lohmann x uswnt!bayern!reader

summary: you start to feel a big wave of jealousy over your girlfriend's best friend

warnings: not proofread

after two goals, it seemed like your happy mood went away as it came. 

the shebelieves cup was in full swing in atlanta. It's the 35th minute and your head leaped high above the japanese defenders, your head connected perfectly with the cross made by lindsey horan. the ball soared into the net, and the stadium erupted in cheers. a smile broke across your photogenic face as you celebrated with your arms out jogging to the corner. your teammates surrounded you in celebration afterwards as you equalized against the japanese team.

despite the cheers of the crowd and the excitement in the air, something felt off. it was you. before the game, many of the american teammates noticed how sour your mood was.

your shots on the ball were harsh during the practice before the start of the match, and you were quiet in the dressing room– not bothering to talk to anybody. this is unusual, since you love talking to your international teammates that you see maybe once every one-two months. 

some of your teammates assumed that it was pre-game jitters, others assumed it was because of a recent homophobic scandal that occurred with another player on the team, since you’re is lesbian and didn’t tolerate what that player did.

however, that wasn’t the cause of your high emotions. again in the 74th minute you took a daring shot from the 40-yard line when you saw a weak point in japan’s defense. 

the ball sailed through the air, curving beautifully into the top corner of the goal. the crowd went wild again at the sight. you  didn’t bother running to the corner to celebrate again with your signature pose, but your teammates couldn't contain their excitement, so they hugged you tightly. 

as the celebrations died down from your second goal of the night, so did the smile on your face. the joy of the goal couldn't chase away the clouds that had been hanging over your thoughts. you’ve tried so hard  to shake those thoughts away during your international break in the united states, but you failed. 

after the game, your mood seemed to be worse since you had no distractions. even after winning the woman of the match, even after going into the final game against canada for the shebelieves. everyone around you knew that this was more than a “bad game.” 

“hey, is everything okay?” emily fox sits down beside you on the benches, placing her soft hand on y/n’s knee covered in grass stains. you feel tense before relaxing. emily is the closest person to you on the team besides tierna, you should’ve known that they will confront you on what your problem is. 

you take a deep breath for the first time since the end of the match, looking up at the sky while fighting yourself mentally. you wished that you could've concealed your emotions better.

“um– not really. you don’t have to worry about me.. it's ridiculous- sorry.” you rambled in thought as you looked, and around, emily. 

“huh?” emily asked, looking at you with her eyebrows knitted. 

“i’ve been thinking about syd.” you admit. you took a deep breath after speaking, realizing that talking about your feelings might be harder than expected. emily had a look of concern on her face as you moved your head to look down at your pink colored cleats. 

“oh no– did something happen between you both?” emily asked. everyone in the community knows about the relationship between german footballer sydney lohmann and you, the known american striker. you met sydney after transferring to bayern munich from paris saint-germain last season. 

“no- nothing really happened, its just about her and one of her friends.” you mumbled just so emily could hear. even though the crowd of people could easily conceal your voice if you spoke normally. 

“It's just... sydney has a friend named laura. i’m not sure if you know who is she but laura plays for frankfurt– she and syd have always had a close friendship so– I know that there's nothing going on, but their friendship... it bothers me. I feel sad even though I shouldn't– because it feels like laura knows a part of sydney that I'll never get to know, like she can connect with her on ways i cannot." you continued to speak as you spilled your thoughts to the arsenal player.

emily takes her thumb and wipes away a single tear that poured down your right eye. she felt bad, she knows that you’ve been feeling these problems for a while. however, its worse when you’re in america away from sydney. you miss your girlfriend a lot. 

giving a sympathetic smile, emily rubs your knee in comfort and speaks. “hey– at least it's good that nothing too bad happened! i don’t want to offend you– but jealousy is tough.”

“i’m not jealous!” you lied as your face scrunched. emily shook her head, ignoring your protest, and spoke again “girl– you have to remember that what she has with you and laura is different. from what i am seeing and what you’re talking about, its clear that she loves you a lot. what she has with her friend doesn’t take away from what she has with you." emily said. 

“i know but how can i get rid of these feelings? i feel terrible because i don’t want to talk to her  just for her to think that i do not trust her.”  you ask emily. the arsenal player would never judge you, you know that, so you’re comfortable with asking her these questions. 

“you can change your mindset into believing that there is no threat to your relationship and you need talk to sydney about how you feel– especially that second one– you might resent her if you hold your thoughts in and that is not good.” emily gave the best advice she could at that moment. you know that you’re both worn out from the game against japan. so, you nod your head in response before you both stood up to head into the dressing room. 

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back in munich, you sat on your beige sectional sofa in your shared apartment with sydney. you won the shebelieves cup a week prior after a penalty kick made by emily fox. 

you were scrolling on your tiktok app before swiping out. your fingers pressed on the instagram app and the first post you saw was a post from sydney. 

sydneylohmann

liked by news4fem, wosofans, and 12,974 others

sydneylohmann 🇩🇪🤍🖤

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you commented on the post, as you always showed appreciation under your girlfriends posts, but you tried to ignore the knot forming in your stomach. you looked around and saw sydney walk into the living room from the kitchen. she laid right beside you and put her arm around your shoulders, looking up at the netflix documentary you put on TV. 

"the post you made to insta earlier is adorable. you and laura are really close, huh?" you said. you weren’t lying about finding her post adorable. you just wanted to find clarity from your intrusive thoughts. 

sydney glanced over at y/n, a smile on her face. "yeah, laura is my best friend on the national team. we've been through a lot together." 

you slightly smiled at her talking.

however, there was a hint of sadness in your eyes that sydney picked up on. she put down a water bottle she had in her left hand down on the coffee table, before turning her body to face you. 

“hey– is everything okay?” sydney asked. your eyes widened realizing that you couldn’t hide your feelings from her. 

“yes i’m okay, why?” you breathed out. sydney’s eyebrows knitted, she wasn’t convinced.  

“you’re lying?” sydney said, the tone she said it sounded like a question. however, you knew she wasn’t. 

you immediately shook your head, a bit too quickly. "no i’m not."

sydney raised an eyebrow, still not convinced. "y/n, come on. I know you better than that. what's going on?"

you sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you. you’ve remembered emily’s comment from almost two weeks ago. you had to speak before your thoughts turned into resentment, even if sydney would get mad at you for what you’re about to say. 

"it's you and laura– it's just– don’t take this the wrong way– but i’m jealous of her– wait– it’s not that i'm jealous of something happening between you two. you guys have this special bond that's just–” you took a deep breath as sydney gave you looks of confusion and sadness. 

“sorry– you and laura seem to share something special, and it makes me feel like i'm missing out on some part of you. i know we’ve only been together since last season, but i just feel– left out?" you’ve tried to fit your emotions into the right words. instead of being upset, your girlfriend’s facial expression softened, 

she took both of your hands into hers. "hey, i’m not upset— laura is my best friend– but you are the love of my life.” 

you looked down, your voice barely above a whisper. "it's just that sometimes the media ships you two together, and before i could ignore it but now it gets to me. i know it's wrong, but it bothers me especially on international breaks."

your girlfriend moved her hands away from yours, cupping your face into her hands now– making sure you had her full attention. "it's not wrong if the media bothers you, they have the tendency to bother everyone– but i need you to understand that you have nothing to worry about– laura appreciates and loves how much you mean to me– she has her own girlfriend who she loves dearly too– the media doesn't know us at all. you are mine and i am yours, y/n.” 

you felt a warmth spread through your chest at sydney's reassurance. this is one reason why you fell in love with her a year ago. she always had the words to make you feel better and the compatibility between the both of you was strong. you should’ve known that you’d have nothing to worry about "thank you, syd. i needed to hear that– i’m sorry."

sydney leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as a tear fell from your right eye. she wiped it with her thumb as soon as she noticed it. "anytime. and you don’t need to apologize. I love you and only you romantically."

<3

[galaxysupreme17]

Jealousy at the Fair

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

The Westview carnival was in full swing, with its colorful lights reflecting off the nearby lake and the faint sounds of laughter and music weaving through the air. Y/n dragged her moms through the crowd, pointing excitedly at every booth they passed. They’d already hit the classic games, winning a stuffed fox and a goldfish in a plastic bag, and Y/n was determined they’d conquer the whole carnival before they left.

As they neared the cotton candy stand, a man sidled up to Agatha, his expression overly friendly and his smile wide. “Enjoying the carnival?” he asked, his eyes not leaving her.

Agatha raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to the cotton candy. “Yes, it’s lovely,” she replied, her tone polite but distracted. She was more interested in their evening as a family than chatting with a stranger, and she was about to move on when the man spoke again.

“Would you like some cotton candy? On me,” he offered with a smile that bordered on smug, gesturing toward the stand.

Agatha’s eyes flicked down to the wedding ring on her left hand, which she wore proudly and openly, a constant reminder of her family and everything she held dear. But the man seemed either oblivious or unbothered by this detail. Just as Agatha was about to give a polite but firm decline, Rio appeared, gliding smoothly into the conversation.

Without acknowledging the man, Rio wrapped an arm securely around Agatha’s waist, pulling her close. She fixed her wife with a warm smile and spoke as if the stranger simply didn’t exist. “What do you think, darling?” she asked, leaning into Agatha with a soft smile. “Should we get caramel apples and hot chocolate, or maybe one of those big pretzels?”

Agatha caught on immediately, leaning into Rio with a smile that radiated warmth. “Caramel apples, definitely,” she replied, her voice softening. The two gazed at each other with such genuine affection that the man might as well have been invisible.

The stranger huffed, clearly unimpressed by being ignored. With a heavy roll of his eyes, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.

Once he was out of earshot, Y/n broke into laughter, clapping her hands and leaning against Rio’s shoulder. “Mom! That was amazing! You didn’t even have to look at him!”

Rio smirked, tightening her hold on Agatha as she dropped a playful kiss on her wife’s cheek. “No need to waste my energy on someone who can’t even see what’s right in front of them.” She gave Agatha a quick, soft kiss on the lips, making Y/n scrunch her nose in playful disgust.

“You two are like a rom-com waiting to happen,” Y/n teased, feigning exasperation. “Mom, you’re so protective—it’s like you’re making sure no one even thinks about stealing Mama away!”

Agatha chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Y/n’s face. “Your mom’s always had a flair for making her point.” She squeezed Rio’s hand. “It’s one of the many reasons I adore her.”

Rio flashed Y/n a grin, clearly pleased with herself. “Well, someone’s got to keep everyone in check. Right, kid?”

“Absolutely,” Y/n replied with a laugh. “I’m just lucky I’m already family, or you’d probably give me the same treatment.” She glanced back at the now-abandoned cotton candy stand. “Think we can grab one of those pretzels on the way to the Ferris wheel?”

“Only if we get caramel apples, too,” Agatha chimed in with a smile.

With an arm still wrapped around Agatha, Rio steered them toward the food stands, indulging Y/n’s every whim and laughing along at her daughter’s antics. After a few games of ring toss and a round at the balloon darts booth, they were stocked with snacks, prizes, and laughter.

As they strolled toward the Ferris wheel, Y/n suddenly stopped, spotting a booth where a small magical flame danced inside a glass sphere. “Ooh, look! They’ve got enchanted trinkets!” she exclaimed, rushing over.

Agatha smiled, following her, and Rio joined, inspecting the various mystical items on display. The carnival vendor noticed her interest and explained that the flames changed colors based on mood. Agatha raised an eyebrow, turning to Rio. “Care to test it out, love?”

Rio chuckled, stepping up to the orb. She placed her hand over it, and the flame flared a deep, rich blue. “What does that mean?” she asked, half-curious, half-amused.

The vendor grinned. “Blue is for calm. It means you feel… well, at home.” He gestured toward Agatha, who was watching Rio with a smile, warmth evident in her gaze. “And that, I’d guess, has something to do with it.”

Rio and Agatha shared a tender look. Each lost in the other’s eyes for a moment. Y/n pretended to gag, though her smile betrayed her happiness. “Seriously, I can’t take you two anywhere.”

Agatha wrapped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders, giving her a playful squeeze. “You’ll understand one day.”

They finally made their way to the Ferris wheel, settling into one of the carts just as the first fireworks burst above them. The colors exploded in a dazzling display, casting hues of pink, green, and gold across the dark sky. Y/n leaned her head back, sipping her hot chocolate as the cart slowly rose, watching her moms.

Rio slid her arm around Agatha’s shoulders, pulling her close as they watched the show. Agatha rested her head on Rio’s shoulder, a smile gracing her lips as she made eye contact with her daughter.

As the ride ended, they made their way back through the crowds, Agatha’s hand tucked in Rio’s and Y/n walking beside them, still clutching her stuffed fox and occasional cotton candy bites. The energy of the evening lingered, and their laughter and closeness filled the night with a warmth that outshone the glow of carnival lights.

As they left the carnival, Y/n looped her arm through Agatha’s and leaned her head against her mom’s shoulder. “Tonight was perfect,” she murmured, a hint of a smile in her voice.

Rio smirked, nudging her daughter. “And we have the carnival’s resident gentleman caller to thank for it, don’t we?”

Y/n snorted, rolling her eyes. “Mom, I don’t think he’ll ever try his luck around you again. You were terrifying.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Rio replied with a wink. “I’ll do it again if it means protecting my gorgeous wife.”

They all laughed, their voices echoing in the quiet night as they strolled toward home. Secure in each other’s love and laughter. They had memories of the perfect carnival night tucked safely in their hearts.

[aloysiavirgata]

Prompt: candlelight concert, jealousy, ust to msr. Thanks so much, big fan here😊.

It was the kind of hotel where you could have set The Shining if it had any charm or ambiance. It had only desolation to recommend it to Kubrick and storm-downed trees across the lonely highway to recommend it to the X-Files division.

***

It was the kind of hotel you wouldn’t even have an affair at because it was too depressing to be salacious.

It was the kind of hotel where the homeless lived by the week, where alcoholics were subsumed, where mid-level corporate managers in short-sleeved button downs killed themselves. There was cheap wood paneling, shag carpet, and a desk clerk named Rabbit.

Rabbit smelled of Marlboros and Olde English 800. Mulder bet there was an El Camino, lovingly cared for, under a tarp next to a double-wide.

Mulder was a snob at times.

“We got a room each for you and your pretty niece,” Rabbit said, winking at Scully like he was Tom Jones in Vegas. “Unless….?”

Scully slapped down her badge like a royal flush, also in Vegas.

“Room each,” she said, tight-lipped and terse.

Rabbit folded.

***

Mulder found the piano when they were hunting for a laundry room. It was in a forlorn, moth-eaten event hall with swags of sun-faded velour curtains; cobwebs frosted with neglected dust.

He sat down at the decrepit thing, white keys like a smoker’s teeth, and he limbered his fingers. There was a candelabra on the top, a sad object filled with half-melted candles the color of old bones.

Scully lit the candles with the Zippo she’d carried since the Apalachicola National Forest. “You don’t play, Mulder.” She paused, cocked her head. “Or do you? Fox Mulder, do you play the piano too?”

He had the stab of jealousy that he always had about Ed Jerse. Ed got her to ink her body after a few hours, and she didn’t know he’d taken fucking piano lessons from 4 to 17.

He played her Clara Schumann’s Piano Concerto even though he knew she wouldn’t recognize it. He played it because Scully and Clara might have been friends.

Scully’s mouth was a blooming peony as she watched him, eyes the Star of Bethlehem. Scully watched him like oysters watch the tide.

“Agent Scully is already in love,” he heard again, and played as though he were auditioning for Julliard.

***

Scully went to the hallway in the thundering dark. The storm gods had been aroused and the night was such a lonely place, especially by flashlight. A cold Coke would be something to do, at least. Something to roll between her palms.

He thought the same - a Lipton iced tea in hand.

“Hi,” she said, looking abashed. “The thunder was -“

“The storm,” he said, at the same time.

They smiled. They looked away.

There was nothing else, there was nothing, just the shapeless silken lines of her pajamas and the foxy silk of her hair and the smiling Cheshire Cat slice of a waxing moon.

***

The moon was so bright and the universe was so big and forever is a long, long time to be alive and alone.

***

She followed him so she could leave later, he knew that. He’d learned her the way he learned everything - intensely and entirely and in a way that consumed him, piece by piece.

He made love to her like an acolyte at a shrine. He made love to her the way flowers make love to the sun.

Fish do not know they are in water.

***

He felt her stir at 3 AM. “Scully,” he breathed, a prayer hastily invoked.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I-“

He heard her blushing, somehow, in the dark. He heard the blood rush to her good cheekbones, to her beautiful, lopsided mouth. Her capillaries plumped, lush with hot blood. Everywhere, everywhere.

“Please,” he said. “Scully don’t.”

Scully froze, her shoulder blades tensed, ready to unfurl. Ready to let her fly. “It wasn’t-“

He touched her spine like the Western Wall. He touched her spine like a rosary.

***

She never unmade her hotel bed and she didn’t care who knew it and she knew he was jealous of Ed or maybe Padgett and she was jealous of Diana and possibly Phoebe but Fox Mulder had a mouth like the last ripe plum in October. Fox Mulder kissed her throat like a man in the desert kisses an oasis.

They stayed three nights, for the storm and then the pancakes and then the burnt-orange solitude.

Mulder’s fingers were restless and searching and eternally wanting someplace firm to settle. He kissed her by Bolero and he made love to her by Giazotro and he fucked her to Bizet.

Scully had learned Hot Cross Buns on a keyboard, Scully had learned the recorder in 4th grade. She had learned from Mulder that money can’t buy you happiness, but it can buy opportunities and access and mitigate risk.

She started dressing like she’d been raised with it - silk lingerie and a good stylist and Chanel Brown Sugar lipstick. She saw the way society responded and doubled down. Her heels were high and thin and clicked like distant gunshots.

***

She cupped her hand over his at the steering wheel. He had beautiful hands, the color of graham crackers, with bones from an anatomy text. If she could draw she would draw them, and then his strange mossy eyes and the way his lips kissed themselves.

She would draw his back and she would laugh and say “Fox Mulder, you vain thing.”

And then, because she could, she would drag him on top of her. His body was hot and heavy and dangerous and safe.

***

Her hand cupped his and it was an eggshell, so tiny and pale and fragile. He wanted to kiss her little white knuckles and say I love you, I love you.

He wanted to crush her house-sparrow bones into a powder and drink them.

***

They drove into the east, into the east, and they were tenderly, tremulously, alive

[celestiall0tus]

What would Butterfly and Peacock be fused into?

Alright. Alright, alright, alright, I've kept this one from y'all enough. It's time for the infamous butterfly and peacock fused together

First, a shoutout to @adventuremaker21 and @gamerknight7310 for helping me with this. Now, let's crack into this.

This animal took me the longest to pinpoint. This fusion started as a hummingbird, went to a fennec fox, then became a viper. I picked viper/snake because of the snake sharing the symbolism of change and renewal with the butterfly and peacock. It seemed the best.

Concept and powers. The concept of Manipulation was picked by Adventuremaker when I brought up the potential powers that soon became set in stone. With the butterfly and peacock, Lilith can take complete control of the victim's body and warp it to what she needs, but like the prior powers, she needs the consent of the victim.

Extra details:

I was going to go with Viper as her name, but switched it to Lillith as she is considered a mother of monsters, and that's what Nathalie here will essentially become. Her coloring was picked not because of an existing viper/snake, but on symbolism. Black because we often associate it with evil, yellow as an inviting color but one that can invoke jealousy, danger, irritation, and frustration (also with how yellow chrysanthemums symbol death in France), purple because it means mystery and cruelty (also a big color I use for villains), and green with its association with evil and poison. Her dress has a stained glass kind of look to it because it's beautiful, but with how she muddles the truth, like colored glass.

And, yes, this design itself is extremely important to the Bloody Bug story.

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[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long  (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!)  friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week. 

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy! 

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes. 

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.) 

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the  love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily. 

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them. 

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you. 

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time. 

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him. 

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him. 

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.” 

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions. 

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'." 

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work. 

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone. 

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin.  You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he  chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

...

Part 2. is coming soon!

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Masterlist

prompt list: -> here

“rules”: -> here

Shows & Characters:

Criminal Minds:

Any character

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau:

Two hearts collide

A baby for Christmas

Did I hit too hard…

Derek Morgan:

• Under fire

Once Upon A Time:

Regina Mills (favorite to write in like love/wife stories)

Scars for Love pt. 1, pt. 2

Until My Last Breath

Out at Sea

Running Back to You

Black is my color

Power bottom(request)

Spellbound

Zelena Mills

Wife gives birth(x reader request)

Emma Swan

Other characters

Agatha All Along

Rio Vidal

Dancing with Death Herself

Agatha Harkness

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems:

Always You, pt. 2, pt. 3

Give You Everything

Seeing Green

Morticia

other characters per request

Marvel CU:

Natasha Romaoff:

You’re Not Alone

Dark Nights

Jealousy looks good on you

Maria Hill:

You are the Calm to my Chaos

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

When Lightning Strikes

Bucky

DC Universe:

Diana Prince

Lena Luthor

When the Sky Falls

When the Sun Sets on Us

Alex Danvers

Bond of Steel

Arthur Curry(Aquaman)

A Royal Bloodline

Grey's Anatomy:

Arizona Robbins:

If I Just Lay Here?

Already Taken

You’re my Comfort

The Shooting(request)

Next Time We’re Driving

My House, My Rules

Snowed In

Callie Torres

A Superstar with a Scalpel

Holding onto you, pt. 2, pt. 3

Addison Montgomery:

Code Black

Supply Closets & Satin Sheets

Operating Rooms

Some other characters but those are primary

X-Files:

Dana Scully (obvi):

You Remembered(prompt)

True Temptation

Fox Mulder

Monica Reyes:

• When I say go(prompt)

Others are special request

Desperate Housewives:

Lynette Scavo

Bree Van de Kamp

To love again(request)

Other wives and some other characters can be special request

Law & Order SVU:

Olivia Benson (The only right answer for a wife)

Something to Fight for...

ED(request)

other taskforce members

Rizzoli and Isles:

Jane Rizzoli:

That Thin Line pt. 1, pt. 2

Maura Isles:

Drown Our Problems

When the Music Fades

Frankie or Tommy Rizzoli

The Rookie

Lucy Chen:

Survivors

Scream:

Sidney Prescott:

We All Scream Sometimes pt. 1, pt. 2

Blood on the knife

Orange is the New Black:

Alex Vause:

Ex-Lovers (request)

Saints and Sinners

The 100:

Clarke Griffin:

Takes a Village

Abby Griffin

Octavia Blake

Game of Thrones(GOT):

A Rightful Heir

The Walking Dead

Reader gets shot (request)

Reader has baby during run

911

Evan Buckley:

• 911, What’s your emergency?

Crossovers:

(Criminal Minds) x (X Files), Pt. 2

There are some things I just won't write for but I do case by a case basis, I will put warnings if there is anything I view as may be triggering. Please give me more shows or characters to write for, I'm begging you! most fics are reader x character, some involve pregnancy and marriage but they will mostly be one-shots.

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NYCC 2023: Yen Press announces fifteen new licenses

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Yen Press held a panel on the last day of New York Comic Con 2023, at which they announced fifteen new acquisitions. With titles releasing in March and April 2024, this lineup includes eight manga (Sword Art Online Progressive Canon of the Golden Rule; Trinity Seven Revision; The Tiger Hasn’t Eaten the Dragon Yet; My Gemini; All or Nothing; Fox-Colored Jealousy; I Want a Gal Gamer to Praise Me;…

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Fanfic Masterlist

GENSHIN IMPACT

Finished Multi-chapter Fics:

Starting a Leash of Foxes: (Rated E) CHILDE/LUMINE -- What happens when Il Dottore gives Childe a vial of liquid that gives him fox ears and tail? Chaos. He turns to the only person he can trust with this development, Lumine.

Otherworldly Traditions: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine makes a Valentine's Day treat for Childe even though Teyvat has never celebrated the holiday before.

Finished One-shot Fics:

When Did Teucer Become My Wingman: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Childe are trapped overnight in some ruins with Teucer. Will Teucer finally get Childe to fess up to his feelings for Lumine?

Holiday Visit: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine makes a surprise visit to Snezhnaya for the holidays and meets up with Childe's Family who are all too eager to get them together.

They Say to Start the Year How You Want It to Continue: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Paimon and a certain ginger have prepared a little surprised for a downtrodden Lumine on the eve of the new year.

Bruises, Hickeys, and Bitemarks, Oh My!: (Rated M) CHILDE/LUMINE -- An account detailing the love marks Lumine receives, as well as a small scene at Bubu Pharmacy.

Sheltering the Storm: (Rated G) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Ajax sense an oncoming storm and spend it distracting their children through it.

Consequences of Drinking: Recognition: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Beidou and Lisa take Lumine for a night out drinking and secretly hire a stripper. Oh, and he’s dressed like a cowboy. Things don’t go as planned and Lumine has to deal with the consequences.

Reunited in Change: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- At a meet-up between old childhood friends in a cabin in the woods, an unplanned extra guest means that Childe and Lumine must share a bed in the last room available. Things heat up between the pair. Chilumi Week 2023 Day 1 "And There was Only One Bed (Spicy)"

Chromatic Harmony: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- In a world where there is only black, white, and shades of gray, the first glimpse of color is seen when someone looks into the eyes of their soulmate’s, their vision dyed the color of their eyes before slowly changing to reveal every color. Childe is skeptical that he will ever find his soulmate, instead spending his evenings drinking and making fun of the couples he sees with his good friend, Beidou. When she finds her soulmate, Childe feels all the more alone. That is, until he is persuaded by the pair to go talk to a certain young guest bartender, and their eyes meet, dyeing his world golden. Chilumi Week 2023, Day One: Soulmates

Off to a Rocky Start: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine is a young college student in charge of a hall of young freshmen men as their Resident Assistant (RA) while Childe is one of the ones on her hall. When he foolishly is dared to try and pick her up right after meeting her, things don't quite go his way. It takes a bit of jealousy and liquid courage for him to finally admit his feelings. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 3, "Enemies/Rivals to Lovers"

Playing Doctor: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is waiting for Lumine at the Golden House for their weekly sparring session, but when she doesn’t show up, he gets more and more worried. Finally, Paimon flies in in a state of panic, revealing that Lumine has been injured in battle and leads Childe back to her. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 3, Scars/Injuries

Different but the Same: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Childe are classmates at university, but each holds a darker secret that the other doesn't know, that is, until they *do.* Chilumi Week 2023 Day 4, "Touch Her and I'll Kill You"

Straight Into the Storm: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Tartaglia learns that Lumine just arrived in Snezhnaya... and walked right out of town into a blizzard. Needless to say, he rushes to catch up with her and save her from her own dumb decisions. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 5, Snezhnaya

In Sickness and in Health: (Rated G) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is excited to have Lumine over for the whole weekend for the first time... until he comes down with a bad cold, that is. Lumine works her magic and comes over anyway, determined to take care of her sickly boyfriend. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 5, Relationship Fluff/Family Life

An Actual Sweetheart: (Rated: G) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- After her date ditched her at the restaurant with the bill, Lumine begins to walk home in the rain after texting Aether to tell him what happened. Before she can get too far, Childe pulls by in his car, sent by Aether to pick her up. Childe makes it his mission to turn her day around. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 6 Prompt: Cozy/Warmth

Surprise Rendezvous: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE --Childe is ready to spend his birthday doing paperwork until he suddenly receives a report that the Traveler is terrorizing his troops. When he arrives there to "deal" with her, however, he finds something much different. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 5 Prompt: Birthday + Love Me Tender (Spicy)

A Weekend Away: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine and Childe have been planning a weekend camping trip the whole summer, but it had been a monsoon, until finally, it was clear enough for them to proceed. An evening of swimming, cooking, and stargazing awaited them. Chilumi Week 2023, Day 6 Prompt: Relationship Fluff

Soul for the Soul: (Rated T) // ALHAITHAM/LUMINE -- Lumine discovers that Alhaitham skips lunch on the days the Akedemiya serves soup, and she decides to show the dummy a trick to help.

Current WIPS:

Transforming the Heart: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Aether and Lumine come upon an injured fox that was stuffed into a garbage bag and dumped out of a car. It turns out that he is much more than he seems. (03/? Chapters Completed)

Icarus Rising: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- In a futuristic Teyvat, Lumine and Albedo are scientists trying to transplant memories taken via machine into revived or altered bodies. After an unfortunate accident, Childe is revived as a cyborg. But does he retain his memories of the past, or is he like an imposter in his body? (04/? Chapters Completed)

Bound by the Abyss, Freed with Love: (Not Rated, Possible M Material) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- When someone becomes an adult in the public's eye, they are given a summoned creature from the Abyss that they bond with and control. Khaenri'ahn Princess Lumine begins the summoning ritual but ends up summoning something that no one could have ever anticipated: The Foul Legacy: The Devouring Deep. Her life is turned upside down as she attempts to control the spirited demon, especially when the mask breaks and a devilishly handsome young man is revealed within. (04/? Chapters Completed)

A Knight and His Dragon: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is a knight of the Tsaritsa's and is out in the wilderness one night when he shoots down one of the dragons that has been terrorizing the nearby villages and burning crops. There's only one problem: that dragon has a human form, and she's pissed. (03/? Chapters Completed)

My Future in Your Eyes: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- In the modern day, where Teyvat has no visions, Lumine is a former idol who put a stop to her career due to something that happened in her past. What will happen when she meets Tartaglia, code name Childe, who is Teyvat’s number one idol since breaking off from DCKZ and starting his solo career? Will he fall in love with the mysterious Abyss Princess or will his rival, Aether of 4N3M0, strangle him before he gets close to Lumine? It’s anyone’s guess in this slow burn that the author has been planning for quite some time. (05/? Chapters Completed)

Painting from Experience: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine takes Venti's spot on Aether's paintball team in the match against Childe. A couple of days later, he shows up as the model for her art class. (15/16 Chapters Completed)

Making Waves: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Mermaids are beings of myth and legend among the locals of the small town of Morepesok, regarded as sinister creatures who love no more than to drag unsuspecting sailors down to their watery graves, and the local coast guard has an “attack on sight” statute regarding any “unnatural creatures of the sea.” This all changes one night as a young marine biologist who just got her degree (Tonia) begins exploring a cove when a large storm blows in and brings her into contact with a beautiful and injured mermaid. She has no choice but to turn to her older brother, Ajax, also a member of the coast guard, for help. His life gets thrown upside down as he grows attached to this watery maiden. (15/? Chapters Completed)

Wrangling the (Wrong) Witch of the Wild West: (Rated E) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Childe is the new bounty hunter in town, come to reap the rewards of handing in some sort of "monster" who murdered a large sum of people, seemingly randomly. He gets into trouble after running into Aether and Lumine, one of which being the one on the wanted poster. Chaos ensues when he's forced to become allies with Lumine, a "young" witch who is just trying to save her brother from a curse. (02/? Chapters Completed)

Drag Down the Heavens: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- 300 years after Lumine and Aether left Teyvat behind to go back to their roaming ways, Aether senses a disturbance in the Abyss pulling him back. They arrive on Teyvat to see a barren wasteland and set out to save the world, *again.* (02/? Chapters Completed)

Biting Into the Heart: (Rated M) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Legends tell of the ability to gain the powers of a god if someone “eats a star.” On the night of a predicted star shower, Childe ventures out in the forest to see if he can locate one, and upon finding an odd sphere that pulsated with glowing light, foolishly takes a bite, entangling his destiny with that of a fall star maiden. (02/? Champters Completed)

The Prince is my Housemate!: (Rated T) // CHILDE/LUMINE -- Lumine is beginning her university life off right, moving into the suite that she would be sharing with one other student. While bringing up her belongings, she hears rumors of the dashing, alleged bad boy Snezhnayan Prince Ajax attending their college that year. Brushing it off as meer gossip, she goes about unpacking her belongings, until she is interrupted by her new housemate... the prince himself. (02/? Chapters Completed)

Learning You: (Rated T) // ALHAITHAM/LUMINE -- Lumine is a student at the Sumeru Akedemiya. She is in the dance and theater program and needed one more class to be considered a full time student and meet the requirements of her scholarship and work study. What will happen when she attends the class, seeing an extremely attractive teacher’s assistant, Alhaitham? Follow Lumine as she puzzles her way through Akedemiya life. (06/? Chapters Completed)

Like a Fish Out of Water: (Rated M) // ALHAITHAM/LUMINE -- A new research project has started at the Akademiya: the study of a real-life, captured mermaid. Alhaitham’s life is thrown into chaos as he tries to reunite the mermaid with her home, and the pair begin to develop feelings for each other as time goes on. (14/? Chapters Completed)

Remedy for the Cold (In One's Heart): (Rated M) // WRIOTHESLEY/LUMINE -- Princess Lumine, newly returned from a three-year stay at a prestigious etiquettecy academy, is appalled by the coliseum brawls that her father has sanctioned during her absence. She begins to work on administering first aid treatment to those wounded and ends up meeting the top fighter of the arena, a mysterious man named Wriothesley. Unable to stop her curiosity, he and Lumine grow close and have more in common than the blonde would ever have suspected. (02/? Chapters Completed)

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HONKAI STAR RAIL

Finished Multi-Chapter Fics:

A Human's Trash, (A Merman's Treasure): (Rated M) // DAN HENG/STELLE -- Stelle is a drifter, moving from shelter to shelter as she tries to get her life back on track after she became a high school dropout. One day she rescues a merman, and he turns her life around.

Finished One-Shot Fics:

Current WIPS:

Two of a Kind: (Rated E) // AVENTURINE/STELLE -- After a series of odd dreams where Aventurine plays games with a so-called "Lady Luck," he is given a gift - "fortune beyond compare" - but there's a catch: that "fortune" is a young woman named Stelle, who suffers from a curse of having too much luck, that backfires in various ways. Together they navigate the slippery slope of being soulmates and having to deal with each other's little quirks while trying to uncover secrets about Stelle's past. (04/? Chapters Completed)

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Waylon (Character sheet)

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Wyatt’s older brother and Eleanor’s and Waylon Sr.’s crowned golden child, Waylon Jr. (Lon), is a cunning businessman with a folksy “cowboy Don” exterior who has climbed his way to the top of Apocamerica's underworld. Masking behind a stoic demeanor lies a ruthless opportunist who will stop at nothing to maintain power and control, sight set on building an empire through tactical manipulation and calculated brutality. A master of playing all sides, he uses his charm and wit to get what he wants. Waylon's loyalty and protection are renowned but conditional, and he'll discard anyone who becomes a liability. Nevertheless, he has a deep sense of fidelity to his close circle of those he cares about, but good luck on peeling back his multi-layered façade to reveal his complex web of allegiances that crown him as leader of the remaining free world. His bond with his younger cousin Vinny is unbreakable–Vinny selflessly often acts as the mediator between Waylon and Wyatt.

Meanwhile, Waylon's circumstantial partnership with The Aid—whom he sees as a vital asset in his quest for power—has been a double-edged sword. The Aid’s insights grant him an unparalleled advantage but ensnare him in a cycle of violence, deceit, and jealousy with his business associates. His relationship with Wyatt has been fraught with tension since childhood. He struggles to reconcile their glaring differences–made all the worse by Wyatt’s persistent abuse of Waylon’s most coveted advisor–The Aid.

Full name: Waylon Hugo Weston Sullivan Jr. (Lon)

Role: tertiary antagonist, Whumper, Wyatt's foil character

Date of Birth & sign: January 18, 1972 (60), Capricorn (story takes place in the year 2032)

Gender: cis-male

Sexuality: hetero

Height: 6'4"

Weight/body type/build: 60-year-old dad bod, tall, board-shouldered, barrel-chested, built like a linebacker. Don’t make me guess weight…idk, like 280lbs-ish?

Hometown: San Diego, CA

Family Members: Sullivan family tree. Devoted husband and family man and has four children. Oldest sibling out of the Sullivan trio, the only brother with a relationship with his and Wyatt’s younger sister, Winny. Lives with his wife and two youngest kids—Emma (13) and Waylon Ⅲ (AKA Lonnie) (11). Eldest daughter, Rachel (29), is his protégé groomed to take over the business and engaged to the Governor’s son. Second eldest daughter, Taylor (24), is in and out of rehab.

Left/right handed: right

Fav genre of music & anthem: oldies, especially classic country. Doggone Cowboy by Marty Robbins

Occupation: head of the family-owned livestock farm, Oasis Farms, and the Sullivan and Bellmont fortune beneficiary. While Wyatt received The Aid after Eleanor's passing, Waylon received more responsibility and Eleanor's running business contracts. Although he runs a legitimate business, he also deals in illegal, black market slave trade and labor and business racketeering. He is part of a cabal of business associates that have taken over the resource and trade markets of Apocamerica. He's become politically and professionally advantageous despite his desire for retirement to maintain his family's standing. He attributes a fair amount of his success to The Aid's involvement and cooperation in weeding out untrustworthy and scheming (ex)partners that were out for the Sullivans’ spot as top distributors of meat and produce. He's in the trenches of organized crime and has taken on the role of something akin to a Mafia boss or Don. While he enjoys the power and status, deep down, he just wishes he was out on the ranch competing in rodeo events. Valedictorian, Harvard Alumni, business and economics major.

Ethnicity (+ American): Italian, French, Greek, North and West European, English

Hair color & length: silver fox. Was a dirty blonde when he was younger, but now he's sporting a full head of gray. Cut short, longer on the top, and brushed to the side. Facial hair: has a full, nicely groomed beard. Body hair: on the hairier side with chest hair.

Hygiene: excellent hygiene. Meticulously groomed. Skincare king who is not afraid to pamper himself. You will not catch him looking sloppy or underdressed. He lives to impress his wife and be the best-dressed and best-smelling man in every room he enters.

Eye color: deep-set, almond-shaped, sapphire blue eyes. Wears contacts and readers. Has a severe, unflinching stare that can turn into a scowl just as quickly as a smile.

Skin tone: peachy, neutral undertones. Moisturizing king, skin is glowing.

Facial features: rectangle-shaped head with a high dome. Thin, bow-shaped lips. Fleshy nose. Bushy but well-manicured and sculpted arched brows. Ears. Heavy jaw, rounded protruding chin. Regularly gets "natural looking" Botox injections to erase his face lines and fill in any sagging. Broad-lobed ears.

Mannerisms: he keeps his cards close to his chest and doesn't reveal much. He's a very still and impassive guy with minimal mannerisms and only makes calculated moves. One could argue that's a mannerism of its own right. Moves with an air of confidence. Employs slower and more fluid movements to convey that things happen on his terms when he wants them to. Steeples hands when thinking. Maintains eye contact. Holds head high. He walks with confidence and determination, his arms either fixed at his side or clasped behind his back. Maintains a stoic expression with little to no smiling; most you get is a smirk. Doesn't laugh a lot. Has a dry sense of humor that is easily missed. Figure-4 leg cross when seated. Generally unapproachable. Very hard person to read and gauge.

Nervous ticks: doesn't get nervous

Posture: relaxed and straight in a way that lets you know he's comfortable and in control.

Style: old-school gentleman vibes. Lots of dry-cleaned Dior suits, imported cashmere and vicuña wool sweaters, and diamond-encrusted cufflinks. He looks forward to events where he gets to pull out a Dolce & Gabbana 3-piece suit. He is very concerned with looks and first impressions. Lets his wife dress him. (Spent too much time picking out The Aid’s wardrobe with Eleanor and was very hands-on with The Aid’s introduction into the family…had to sus him out, as any good son would, of course).

Health: very healthy with no ailments or allergies. Eats well-balanced meals and exercises regularly (easier when you have personal chefs and a personal trainer). Doesn't drink or smoke often but will partake socially and will enjoy a cigar from time to time. Doesn't do hard drugs and is anti-junk food. Takes a shit ton of vitamins. Says living a mostly stress-free life is the secret (again, easy to say when you have a whole house staff and a whole team under you doing the leg work). Started to get arthritis but changed over to an anti-inflammatory diet and eating edibles to manage the pain.

Piercings/tattoos: nada

Birthmarks/scars: has a birthmark on his left shoulder blade but has gotten every scar lasered off with dermal regenerator treatments.

Language(s): English, some Italian, some Spanish, some Russian, some German, some French

Personality: controlling. Intelligent. Natural leader. Paternal. Subtly condescending (but obviously patronizing to Wyatt). Responsible. Prideful. Vain. Disciplined. Judgmental. Provider. Classy. Vengeful. Greedy. Possessive and protective. Organized. Narcissistic. Careful. Considerate. Calm and collected. Focused. Thoughtful. Educated. Charismatic. Confident. Honest. Efficient. Fearless. Logical. Polite, respectful, and mannered (and expects to be treated the same back). Observant. Comes across as emotionless and cold-hearted as he’s not expressive (tough shell to crack and a hard person to read). Sociable. Wise. Sincere. Decisive. Devoted. Conscientious. Independent. Perfectionist. Direct. Reserved. Rivals regard him as arrogant and smug. Well-read.

Vices: shooting practice, spending time with his horses, and taking his kids to the family ranch (he just wants to decompress with his family). Date night with his wife. Drinks occasionally. Enjoys a pipe of packed weed.

Voice: speaks with authority, voice rings modulated and smoky. Everything he says has more than one meaning. Tends to talk in riddles and rhymes but is still straight to the point. He is a man of few words when he's not ranting to Vinny or spewing aphorisms at Wyatt.

Smells like: CLEAN. Signature scent—Sauvage Dior cologne (fragrance profile below for other weirdos like me who are way too into scents). Black tourmaline and musk vibes.

Face claim(s): Bill Pullman

Character inspiration: Tywin Lannister (GOT), Detective Harry Ambrose (The Sinner), Kingpin/Wilson Fisk (Daredevil—TV series), most villain roles played by Harvey Keitel and Christoph Waltz

Other: Admittedly, Waylon is my favorite Sullivan, despite Wyatt taking center stage as The Aid's antagonist and rival. Don't let his lack of trigger warnings fool you—Lon is just as deadly, if not more so, than his younger brother. Waylon is a force to be reckoned with, making cold and calculated kills without breaking a sweat or getting a speck of blood on his suit. Cross him or his family, and he'll make you dig your own grave while confessing your sins—all while he watches emotionless with a solemn glare, executioner-style. And if you're lucky, your family might survive...but don't count on it. In typical Sullivan fashion, Waylon has a perverse relationship with The Aid, taking advantage of The Aid's desire to serve a greater purpose and gain the respect and admiration of Eleanor's favorite son in exchange for his psychic abilities.

Moodboards: where he is ~vs~ where he wants to be

[kidlat-at-kislap]

KNY Trivia: On the Uroko (Scales) Motif

... and analysis

At this point, I think many people have already pointed out that the pattern on Zenitsu's haori is associated with female demons. I'm going to be talking about that again — among other things.

The pattern on Zenitsu's haori is called uroko (scales) and is composed of a repeating motif of equilateral or isosceles triangles in alternating colors. This represents the scales of a snake, fish or dragon.

As Protective Talisman

The uroko motif is a very old and popular one, believed to have protective qualities and ward off evil and harm. It can be found on both kimono and obi, tomb walls, clay figurines, and the family crest and battle standard of the Hōjō clan (mitsu-uroko).

The protective qualities of the uroko motif made it a popular talisman among warriors, who wore jinbaori (military surcoats) with the pattern.

Zenitsu's cultivator, Kuwajima Jigorō, is revealed in a Taishō Secret to have given both of his disciples a haori with the same pattern as the one he wore himself — the uroko motif. While Zenitsu wore the haori (and then later Jigorō's kimono), Kaigaku never wore his.

In the same way that Urokodaki gave each of his disciples a carved fox mask for protection, Kuwajima gave his disciples an uroko-patterned haori to protect them from harm.

By refusing to wear the haori, Kaigaku can be interpreted as having rejected his master's protection and blessing as well as having disowned the identity the haori — as a sort of "team uniform" — is attached to. Which symbolically leaves him defenseless, susceptible to the demons Kuwajima sought to protect him from when he gifted Kaigaku the haori. And indeed, Kaigaku has the misfortune of encountering Upper Moon One, of all demons.

As a Representation of Female Demons

In Noh and Kabuki theater, female demonic characters — such as kijo (female oni), onryō (vengeful ghosts) and snake yōkai disguised as human women especially — are often portrayed by actors wearing uroko-patterned costumes. Characters such as Lady Rokujō (Aoi no Ue), Kiyohime (Dōjōji), Momiji (Momijigari) and the onibaba (Kurozuka) are portrayed both on stage and in art as wearing the uroko motif.

Kiyohime, by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi (1890)

The duality of the uroko motif might be somewhat surprising — on the one hand representing protection from evil, on the other hand representing demonesses.

However, the association with demonesses makes sense in the context of Noh theater. Roles such as Lady Rokujō and Kiyohime are portrayed wearing hannya masks.

The hannya mask belongs to a category of masks called ja (snake) masks. This category includes other masks associated with female demons such as the namanari and shinja masks.

While some characters portrayed with ja masks do become snakes (Kiyohime) or are snakes in disguise (the serpent in Genzai Shichimen), not all of them are. Many, if not most, of them are, however, associated with transformation. Whether it is a human woman transformed into a demoness by jealousy, resentment or anger (Lady Rokujō) or a demoness disguised as a human woman (Momiji). The transformative process calls to mind the image of a snake shedding its skin.

Wearing a pattern associated with demonesses, Zenitsu is immediately associated with Nezuko.

As for Kaigaku, while he is not a woman and he had never worn his haori, it still associates him with the transformation of demonesses in Noh theater. While his physical transformation is driven by fear and survival rather than resentment, one cannot discount that his resentment towards his master and Zenitsu did play a role in his later monstrous actions. Believing himself to be unfavored by his master and resenting him for it, Kaigaku is eager to earn Kokushibō's favor, believing that Kokushibō had "judged him correctly."

As Dragon Scales

It's not very obvious, but Zenitsu has a subtle dragon motif himself. Particularly, the dragon king. Or rather, the shogi piece bearing that name — ryūō.

When talking about her ideal man, Nezuko says she'd like to meet a man like a hisha. And she does.

And while it's unclear what exactly Nezuko meant by this, the man she eventually marries does have a hisha-ryūō motif.

The hisha, as described in the extra, moves any number of steps orthogonally like the rook in chess. Upon reaching enemy territory (the last three ranks on the opposite side of the board), it is promoted to ryūō, which gains the additional ability to move one step diagonally.

This describes Zenitsu's character arc perfectly. During the final arcs, within enemy territory, Zenitsu is able to overcome his limitations and rise to the occasion. Thus metamorphosizing from hisha to ryūō.

And like the ryūō, he unveils a new form of Thunder Breathing within enemy territory. The motif is hammered home by the way Seventh Form: Honoikazuchi no Kami is visually represented: a dragon.

I've talked about the Seventh Form before, but I forgot to note that Honoikazuchi no kami is never described as a dragon. Rather, the dragon is potentially a reference to Ryūjin, the dragon king.

And Zenitsu's ties to the dragon king do not seem to stop with canon material. During Halloween 2022, Zenitsu is depicted as Urashima Tarō.

Urashima Tarō and the princess of Hōrai, by Matsuki Heikichi (1899)

In the folktale, Urashima Tarō, after saving a small turtle from being tormented by some children, is spirited away to Ryūgū-jō, Ryūjin's palace beneath the sea. There, he falls in love with Otohime, the dragon-king's daughter.

(The tale is without a happy ending. But I do still recommend reading it if you haven't.)

Which leads me to believe that Zenitsu's haori, at least on one level, is meant to evoke the scales of the dragon king.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Yes, I'm still making my way through Archie era *however* someone convinced me to read "Imposter Syndrome" so I could baseline understand Surge and Kit, and then sent me some other comic screenshots

And

I have now become a Sontailsurgekit qqp polycule truther

Listen listen

It possessed me so badly I had to make a poorly done relationship chart

They could all be roommates, partners, still be enemies, they could be anything they could be everything

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Bonus!:

Kit and Sonic about each other: Wow they remind me of my partner (affectionate) 🥺🥰💖

Surge and Tails about each other: Wow they remind me of my partner (derogatory)

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Image Id under the cut

[Image 1: The image consists of four bubbles in each corner, eight arrows, and eight blocks of text. The bubble in the upper left corner depicts Surge the Tenrec from the Sonic the Hedgehog comics from IDW publishing, the bubble in the upper right depicts Sonic the Hedgehog from the same comic, the bubble in the bottom left depicts Kit or Kitsunami the Fennec from the same comic, and the bubble in the bottom right depicts Miles "Tails" Prower or Tails the Fox, also from the same comic. The first set of arrows extend horizontally between the Surge and Sonic bubbles and are colored orange. The text above the orange arrow that points from Surge's bubble to Sonic's reads as follows:

"Hates him so badly that the relationship is fun. Blood. Murder. Pain. Has the capability to become attached to him in a Shadow like way. She would not kiss or fuck him but nevertheless the tension is off the charts."

The text below the orange arrow that points from Sonic's bubble to Surge's reads as follows:

"Wants to be friends or at least rivals/enemies who won't kill each other so fucking bad. Recognizes they could be a fun power duo. WOULD say shit to her like 'you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid'. Not fully romantic but not platonic. Definitely wants to kiss her once. Just to try it."

The second set of arrows extend vertically between the Surge and Kit bubbles and are colored green. The text to the right of the green arrow that points from Surge's bubble to Kit's reads as follows:

"Needs him (won't admit). The feelings grow slowly over time into something not fully romantic but definitely not purely platonic. No matter what other relationships she will have this one will always be different and most likely stronger."

The text to the left of the green arrow that points from Kit's bubble to Surge's reads as follows:

"Toxic codependency and obsession. Would kiss her if she asked. Yandere for her. Has the potential to develop into strong love."

The third set of arrows extend vertically between the Sonic and Tails bubbles and are colored red. The text to the right of the red arrow that points from Sonic's bubble to Tails' reads as follows:

"Instantly clicks as friends but develops slow burn kinda love. Not fully romantic but not opposed to kisses. So dense he doesn't realize that this 'friendship' is not just stronger than others' but also different than 'normal' relationships. Wants to be by his side forever."

The text to the left of the red arrow that points from Tails' bubble to Sonic's reads as follows:

"Puppy crush and admiration turned love. Best friends. Would not be sad if they never date as long as they're together forever. Kisses him in his dreams."

The fourth and final set of arrows extend horizontally between the Kit and Tails bubbles and are colored blue. The text above the blue arrow that points from Kit's bubble to Tails' reads as follows:

"Definite bit of jealousy towards. Has never had someone relate to him and treat him like this. Likes him a surprising amount but would not admit it except under special circumstances. Has dreams about kissing him."

The text below the blue arrow that points from Tails' bubble to Kit's reads as follows:

"Wants to have some sort of relationship so fucking bad. Would kiss him if he wanted. Wants so badly to hit the lab with him to analyze his tech or make shit with him. Cares very very much about his wellbeing. He wants a relationship with romance undertones but also to not actually be killed. Thinks he's cute too."

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[Image 2: The image consists of four bubbles grouped together in the top left corner, four different colored arrows, four circles of solid color, and four blocks of text. The upper leftmost bubble depicts Surge the Tenrec from the Sonic the Hedgehog comics from IDW publishing, the bubble in the upper right depicts Sonic the Hedgehog from the same comic, the bubble in the bottom left depicts Kit or Kitsunami the Fennec from the same comic, and the bubble in the bottom right depicts Miles "Tails" Prower or Tails the Fox, also from the same comic. The first arrow extends diagonally between the Surge and Tails bubbles and is colored turquoise. It points from the Surge bubble to the Tails bubble. This arrow corresponds to the first solid color bubble near the top right of the image, which is also turquoise. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Grows to tolerate. Not super nice to him. Thinks he's helpful though."

The second arrow extends diagonally between the Tails and Surge bubbles and is colored blue. It points from the Tails bubble to the Surge bubble. This arrow corresponds to the second solid color bubble near right from the top of the image, which is also blue. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Knows she tolerates him. Nice to her when he can be. Also kinda grows to tolerate."

The third arrow extends diagonally between the Kit and Sonic bubbles and is colored purple. It points from the Kit bubble to the Sonic bubble. This arrow corresponds to the third solid color bubble near right from the top of the image, which is also purple. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Has potential to become obsessed with and/or admire. Actually likes him and would kiss under correct circumstances. Loyal to Surge first though."

The fourth and final arrow extends diagonally between the Sonic and Kit bubbles and is colored a pastel green. It points from the Sonic bubble to the Kit bubble. This arrow corresponds to the fourth solid color bubble at the bottom of the image, which is also pastel green in color. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"The Tails effect (aka, starts/tries to create strong bonds with those who remind him of Tails and has the potential to become affectionate with). Wants him to be happy and cared for. Would take a lot of time but has the possibility of developing into similar relationship as with Tails. Would not realize how easy he can begin to wrap Kit around his finger, but recognizes he (Sonic) is second to Surge."

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