#gifts from moots are SO PRECIOUS

[sotwk]

Hi! I bring you a little drawing I made on a post-it today while in a meeting :) I dod some digital editing because OF COURSE my post-its hsve personal information on them 😂

Anyway, thank you for being so lovely, you always brighten up my dash and I hope I have the time to read all of your headcanons soon <3

Do you know whether it's possible to have a joy-induced stroke? Is that a thing? Because I think I came very close to having one today! OMG OMG OMG. The way my eyes bulged and jaw dropped when I opened this Ask was definitely cartoonish. Then I had to get up and wash dishes because I was just too damn overwhelmed.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT CAME FROM A POST-IT SKETCH??? Thank you so much for such an amaaaaazing gift! I got teary-eyed because it really is the height of a fanfic writer's "career" when an artist gifts them with art of their OC. I feel honored and blessed, really.

I love Elvenqueen Maereth so much but I don't give her as much attention as I do the Thranduilions, even though she's really a wonderful character that I'm proud to create. Your choosing to make art of HER gives me a boost of confidence and pride. :) And you did such a PERFECT job! The aura! The grace! The dress! Of course you would be able to design such a beautiful gown and headpiece for her. If I had to guess which one of my Moots is Most Fashionable, you would be my first pick. :)

I've saved this precious art in my special folder for me to stare at A LOT, probably forever. When I use it in a fic or headcanon post, I would be so proud to credit you and say THIS WAS A GIFT from @lady-of-imladris! Yeah, I'm friends with her!!!

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is a vampire who struggles with luring in thralls. He can put people to sleep, which works just fine in order to feed himself with minimum fuss, but he can’t seem to find the knack to tying even one mortal’s mind to himself for the long-term, who is forevermore convinced that all they live for is to provide him blood and devotion.

All of his siblings can manage it in one way or another; for example, Desire has a gift for making their thralls believe that they fulfill all the humans’ strongest wants and longings, Death manages to convince her thralls that she’s their dearest and oldest friend and thus someone they can trust implicitly, and Destiny somehow overwhelms his thralls with the belief that they were always fated to stay by his side and provide him with sustenance.

Dream has been studying and researching and preparing though, and he’s ready to try luring in his first permanent thrall, the perfect companion and pet to care for and feed from.

And here in the woods, away from anyone that might stop him, he finds the most perfect man seemingly tailored exactly to his taste. At first sight, he knows that he wants this man always beside him, prettied up and pampered like a good and precious pet should be.

Dream wants to have him wrecked under him, to see those big brown eyes well up with tears as he begs for yet another orgasm. Dream can already see it in his mind’s eye, can see this lone traveler turned into his sweet little pet, his mind fucked out of him and enthralled forever.

And so he steps out from the trees and throws everything he’s learned into the thrall magic. His voice is as soft as a lullaby, and he coaxes the man’s name — Hob Gadling — and life’s story out of him until he is entirely at ease, allowing Dream further and further into his space and thus tightening the vampire’s hold on his mind.

Before long he’s enticed Hob to lay back on the forest floor and remove his clothes, to open his legs up to him and bare his neck.

Even with Dream’s new knowledge and skill, he’s amazing at how easily Hob falls into the thrall, already looking at him with eagerness and adoration even as his back meets the ground, immediately agreeing when Dream proclaims that Hob now belongs to him, is his forevermore, and will consider Dream his beloved master. The only conclusion Dream can come up with is that the darling man is particularly susceptible to mind magic, practically made to be a devoted pet to someone like Dream. Clearly it’s a good thing he found him when he did, before some other unscrupulous creature could snatch him up and take advantage of him, abusing the poor thing before draining him dry.

As Dream pounds into his new thrall’s hole and lovingly licks the bite marks he’s left on Hob’s neck, he revels in his newfound skill, and looks forward to taking very good care of his pet.

——

Hob Gadling is a fairly seasoned traveler, and has gained a few boons on his adventures from decently powerful people. Like the spell cast on him by a grateful witch that permanently grants him immunity to mind manipulation magic, including vampires.

So Hob could be considered safe in his own mind when the beautiful—and clearly vampiric—stranger emerge from the spooky woods and immediately tries to enchant him, and doesn’t appear to realize that the magic isn’t touching him. It’s ultimately a moot point though, when Hob “But Red is My Favorite Flag Color” Gadling decides to go along with it anyway, allowing his new “Master” to fuck him and feed from him, and then take him home with him afterwards.

At some point Hob might decide end the charade and continue his traveling, but as he shamelessly rubs himself against an indulgent but pleased Dream as they settle into his new home, he has a sneaking suspicion that it’s an unlikely possibility.

(He is admittedly looking forward to seeing how long it will take Dream to realize that Hob is in fact unaffected by his magic, and is choosing to be his pet. At the very least he’s curious if the vampire will even notice that Hob is a particularly long-lived pet, thanks to a different boon of immortality given to him by a grateful goddess he once helped 😁)

-🪽anon

I'm on a real vampire kick lately what with Good Dog au AND it being spooky season, so I am sooooo into this!!

The truth is Hob was kind of going through a rough patch, so he was very grateful to be taken in by such a kind, sweet "master". Dream isn't the type to want his thralls all skinny and beaten up, far from it! He makes sure to give Hob the absolute best of everything: nice new clothes, good food, warm baths. He really treats Hob like a pampered lap dog, always trying to tempt him with some new treat or gift. Hob quickly becomes very spoiled and is very content to laze around while Dream takes care of him. The best part is that Hob doesn't even have to think for himself, because Dream does all the important decision making. Hob’s only job is to thoroughly enjoy himself and act like the cutest little himbo.

He wakes up each morning and gladly spreads his legs for Dream to fuck into him. Sometimes he dozes off again while Dream works his pretty little hole. Sometimes he stays awake while Dream plays with his nipples and makes him beg to be allowed to cum. Either way Hob always bares his neck eagerly: he LOVES being bitten and will pout if Dream doesn't drink "enough" from him. What a sweet little pet he is!

When Dream’s family come around and inspect his new thrall, Hob has to press a finger to his lips and silently beg Death and Desire not to tell Dream that he's not actually under any spell at all (they can tell immediately, of course). And they do keep the secret, because Dream finally seems so happy, and there's no harm it in really. Hob is enthralled by Dream, just not in a magical way - it's just love.

Hob is so relieved when Dream’s siblings go away. He crawls right into Dream’s lap and starts riding his cock, rubbing all over him and nearly purring. He doesn't want to travel anymore or be cold and wet and alone. He's so happy with his "master", why would be ever want to leave? He's quite happy to be Dream’s spoiled pet immortal blood bank, thanks very much.

And Dream never wants or needs another pet, with Hob’s delicious blood sustaining him. He's so glad that Hob seems happy too... maybe Dream IS good at keeping thralls, after all!

[qin-qin16]

cw: Bill Sans x Reader, manipulation, lowkey yandere, smooth talk, would you accept the deal?

note: see this and decide to write about him. Gift for @meeoowwi, I got you moot!

"Come on, sweetheart; a little contract like this can't be that bad.” Sans (or was it Bill?) said with a soft chuckle, his gaze shifting lazily in your direction. He was completely at ease, his relaxed demeanor in stark contrast to your own: reluctant eyes and tense muscles, every fiber of your being on high alert for any potentially suspicious movement from him.

"I'll say it again: I’m not interested in any kind of contract!" How stubborn you were, but it was precisely this quality that made Sans find you so endearing.

Your fierceness, your strong sense of right and wrong. These qualities of yours, which initially drove him to frustration, now only make him more drawn to you.

“Don’t be like that, darling. I wish no harm upon you.” As your hands clasped together in a firm grip - your fingers intertwined -, he made a deliberate move to bring your hand up toward his face before you could pull it back. The golden gleam of his eyes reflected warmly against your skin in such a beautiful color. 

“Why would I ever hurt someone so precious to me? It’s not really my style, don’t you think?” To emphasize his point, he ended his words with a tender kiss on your hand, a gesture both reassuring and affectionate.

It was a strange sensation, his gentle teeth against your skin, but you didn’t expect it to bring you a certain sense of comfort - somehow, it did. Sans let out a soft, almost amused chuckle before he released your hand, observing with a small, knowing smile as you quickly brought it back to your chest.

“I suppose that’s true…” Your voice was thoughtful, sincere. Despite this soft moment, you chose to turn away and begin walking towards your home. Deep down, you knew Sans would be right there with you — after all, someone had to keep watch over a rare treasure like you.

Sans’s soul was already yours; you had, in a sense, a god at your fingertips. Now, all that was left was for him to have yours. It was a fair deal, don’t you think?

[mondaymelon]

MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! gifts ensue.

he really went. blep. hi user @ilyuu. im proud of this one so congrats wanderer takes home first gift wooo

lmao id like to apologise in advance as this was brought on because of me but I got super burnt out drawing like 20 of these over the course of 2 days... if you see the quality of the drawings declining ( which you will ) please don't mind it!! thank you.

@anonbinaryweirdo. sigh. i get whiplash whenever you're super nice and then in the span of the next three seconds immediately do something vile

@soleillunne. we don't talk much but from what I know you are such a sweet person omg !! and your works??? dies inside (in a good way). the way you write xiao maks me so. puddle like

@realkavehgf. we agree on one things (amongst others) and that is that kaveh is. kAVEH IS. MALFUNCTIONS PERISHES.

@emphasisondrvgs. you scare me. please take your ranpo and quietly see yourself out LMAO /j

@pjsk-writin. AMIMI ONE OF MY FIRST EVER MOOTS !!! im so proud of mikoto. sighs. straitjackets are smth else to draw .. BUT HES SO. MMMMMM !!!!

@circyexistforcontent AAAHHH HI PRECIOUS. I LIKE YOU BUT I DONT REALLY LIKE DILUC SO. TAKE THIS... quietly throws up

@whats-it-mean. puka puka. head empty. puka puka. please stop your affairs with my mother.

@falors. UGLY SOBS. UGLY CRIES. I LOVE YOU /P SM. WAAHHHH TEARS TEARS TEARS you are the most talented person ever I S T G gRAAAHHH YOU BETTER GET 18412409128410948 FOLLOWERS THIS YEAR OR I WILL RIOT. mwah.

@dustofthedailylife. omg. hi dust... tbh ive been so concerned for you recently with how much life is running you over with a pickup truck so wishing for your improved health soon !! alhaith is a smort guy what can I say

@the-white-void. DEAREST. literally one of the first people I ever interacted with on this platform and you're actually. like. literally one of the sweetest people I have ever met. KLEE IS SUCH A CUTIE FJSFJDK

@kaeffeinee. OMG. m..my kitten- woah WHO just said that. wild shit right there. have something you don't like?? have something that's been pestering you for far too long?? no worries. its the official nag seal of mendokusai !!!!

@lillonvia. sobs. I didn't do the man justice.loud sobs. DFSDDSF YOUR ART MAKES ME WANT TO LIKE DISENTAGRAT INTO GLOWING BALLS oF FUZZ AND FLOAT INTO THE HEAVENS I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO DESCRIBE IT. WE ARE SO DELULU oVER XIAO. FOAMS AT THE MOUTH

@absolutelyobsessedkiya. HELP WHY IS MINORI SO BRIGHT.... she's literally shining what. we need to talk more pspsspsp I just now found out that you're a fan of milgram!! remember like last year I was all 'whose that pretty pink person on their pfp??' AND NOW I FINALLY KNOW THATS ITS MUU RAHHHH

@auroratumbles. meow. cat. what a sweetie. I don't even know what my art style is doing here anymore Istg what even. what even BYE LETS TALK ABOUT XIAO LATER !!

@papiliotao. mwah. a kith for you. mWAH. ANOTHER KITH. SJFKSDJFLS GRAHHH YOU ARE THE SW E. E T E ST AND YOUR THE SWEETEST AND YOUR CAT IS THE SWEETEST AND YOUR VOICE IS MAKING ME WANT TO ELEVATE INTO THE CLOUDS AND YOURE SO SILLY EVEN THOUGH YOU DONT LIKE AKITIO SHINONOME

@yinyinggie. hihihi ying !! it honestly amazes me how you're able to juggle so many events and servers at once. im actually in awe. always look at xiao he's so emo and short

@solxima. GRAHHH HI. I DONT LIKE HOW JINGYUAN LOOKS IN THIS BUT. DLJFLSDJ DIES> I CANT DO THIS AN Y M O RE. your honor. hes so cat coded hes so cat coded he's so PERISHS

@yelshin. WAIIIIT NO YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF> iM SORRY. I don't know why he looks... so r e g a l in this but its definitely giving off oRAtRice MecAnIquE DAnAlySe CARdiNAle .

@vennnnn-diagram. LOUD SCREAMING N O . YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF TOOOODJSKFLSD JGAIJFAD JKLJFD:LFS. anyways. I need to see nahida smiling more she deserves everything and then some. aranaras are so silly giggles

@lume-nosity. I hold the slightest bit of guilt for putting your angsty ish drawing right next to happy lil nahida buT AHAHAH IT MAKES IT HURT MORE IG. took some inspo from your blog title... mwah ily lume. I WAS SO SCARED TO TALK TO YOU AT FIRST WHEN I SENT YOU THAT MOOT ASK BUT I AM EVER SO HAPPY THAT I DID !!!

th end. im actually so dead lmao my fingers actually were starting to bleed afklsdjfaskdjfklsdjflkasdjflksjflkjowejtoij enjoy your Christmas gifts mooties !! if anyone asks why I haven't been posting fics as promised. this is why. ill be in a coffin for a while please let my soul rest

OH AND FORGOT TO MENTION I DREW THESE BASD ON THE MOOTIES THAT COMMNTED ON MY THINGY LIKE LAST WEEK WHICH ASKED WHICH CHARACTER THY WANTD I LOVE YOU ALL PSPS I PROMIS

[izvmimi]

cw: fluff. isekai au. selfship-coded.

There should be far more trepidation, you think, as you approach the site on the mountain where it all began, but instead of being flanked by your two close friends looking as confused and terrified as you were that fateful day, Tanjiro is holding your hand in a loose but steadfast grip as you march your way up.

It isn’t the first time you’ve come back to visit the sham jizo statue since you made your way into this world - the first time trying to see if it would do the reverse of its curse and send you back home the way you came - but it’s the first time in a couple of years that you’ve made the trip and a lot of things have changed. 

You’re older, stronger, wiser; you’ve fallen in love. In fact, you’re engaged now, and are no longer unwaveringly preoccupied with finding your way back to your world, but rather focused on making this, making him home for you. Perhaps it’s this very shift in perspective that makes the pilgrimage much more meaningful to you as you walk hand in hand.

If Tanjiro can sense your peace, he’s not saying anything about it, content instead to look around and admire the view. 

“I can see why it was a popular touring spot,” he muses. Your search for the statue pauses for a moment and your eyes divert to him - he’s smiling as usual as he takes in the landscape with both eyes and all of his heart, and your own heart flutters a bit just looking at him. It hasn’t really ever been still since the first day you fell in love, truly, and it’s embarrassing sometimes to think about it too long - that even something as simple as watching him appreciate nature can move your heart to this extent. 

No one else is out here now, despite the fact that more than a hundred years in the future, you’d have been flanked by dozens of chattering foreign guests, fighting against jet lag and wishing you’d spent more time in Japanese classes. Now instead it’s quiet and serene with nothing to distract you except Tanjiro’s quiet movements.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” you muse. He nods a yes, and a hand cups your face carefully for just a moment, as though appraising your own beauty; you find yourself leaning into his hand, and just as quickly, his hold is gone and he laughs. 

“You’re so precious,” he teases once he lets go. You pout, again flustered as his hand resumes holding yours and you keep moving. Soon approaching the clearing, you find that the fake statue again has not reappeared. Tanjiro pouts then points his nose to the sky.

“No trace of anything foul or cursed here. I guess it’s gone for good,” he adds.

You sigh. “That should be a good thing, shouldn’t it?” 

“I’m guessing it’s not for you then,” he says. His eyes are on you, careful. You fall into a sitting position quickly, and he follows suit, watching you as you stare at the bare ground.

“It’s just a reminder that I really can never go back, even if I’m not sure I really want to,” you remind him. You’ve had this conversation before and he rubs your shoulder. 

“Even if you wanted to, I’d support you,” he offers. You look at him for a moment, then press your head on his shoulder.

“I’m not going anywhere without you so it’s moot point.”

Red string wraps around your ring finger in place of a ring, safely tucked in the corner of your top drawer in your bedroom back at the Mansion. He wears a similar symbolic string, soon to be replaced by matching rings forged with a tungsten, as a gift from Kotetsu that took you both by surprise. Durable, as will your bond be for as long as the two of you live.

[shychick-52]

So, this is a very interesting observation about Cedric (LONG POST):

Cedric claimed in the beginning of season 2's 'Mystic Meadows' that if Sofia managed to help convince his dad he's worthy of the Family Wand, such a powerful wand would make it a lot easier for him to take over the kingdom ("I mean- take care of the kingdom!").

But here's the thing. After Goodwyn granted him the Family Wand at the end of that episode (as acknowledgement that he had always been wrong about him not being a good sorcerer), never once did he use it for any schemes or wrong-doing. Ever.

In fact, throughout the rest of the series, Cedric didn't use his Family Wand all that often. He used it very rarely that we saw, but never while up to no good. In fact, the only episodes he used his Family Wand are season 2's 'Winter's Gift' (where Sofia gifted him with a wand case for Wassailia, which he always kept his Family Wand safe in after that, as shown again in the series finale) and season 4's 'In Cedric We Trust'.

I think it's possible the reason he didn't use his wand that much- especially before he finally chose to redeem himself in season 4- is because it was a precious family heirloom and he wanted to preserve it as much as he could... but even deeper, I think he subconsciously did not want to sully the Family Wand by using it for evil. The Family Wand is a mark of being a great wizard in his family, and it was a precious gift of acknowledgement from his father (especially because he'd yearned for his father's approval for years), and he subconsciously knew that he would dishonor his entire family, the Family Wand, and himself if he used it to take over the kingdom (despite his misguided mindset that taking over the kingdom wasn't a bad thing, but his only way to finally earn respect from everyone).

Do you see the symbolism?

In fact, I hc that post-series- because Cedric's story finally came full-circle and he truly gained everything he ever wanted by the end through love and friendship instead (including Roland officially granting him his long-desired title of 'Cedric the Great' for saving Sofia from the amulet)- he used the Family Wand much more regularly.

What are your thoughts? Lemmie know, because I love discussions of my favorite characters with my moots!

@bettathanyou @moonypears-blog @fantadym @omgselinabeckendorf @mushroomsie224 @sweetmariihs2

[ashipiko]

“Seems like a pretty packed place again. As to be expected of someone as cheery as Ashi.”

Taruchi smiled as she looked around the dorm decorated in shades of pink and splashes of a light green. Very Ashi vibes, she thought. Mission accomplished. It had taken a while to figure out where to get decorations until Riddle had seen the first years brainstorming and told them to just use magic.

They were first years, okay? They're a lot newer to magic. It makes sense that this didn't immediately click.

Taruchi continued to navigate through the crowd of people talking over the music, yet somehow she still couldn't spot the birthday girl. Weird. She would've thought she'd be able to see her laughing with Ace by now. Then again, maybe it was her height making her unable to see through the crowd of much taller students.

That was when an arm suddenly shot out of nowhere, hitting her stomach.

“Ow! What the hell…” she murmured under her breath. She turned to see beside her none other than the loudest student in Night Raven College.

“HALT, HUMAN! ONLY THOSE EXPLICITLY PERMITTED BY ASHI MAY SEE HER!” Sebek yelled, making Taruchi grimace from the assault on her ears.

Who the @%#& gave this @*&£# permission to be so #@%£*&% annoying? she said in her head as her eyes narrowed.

Then she heard, “What do you think you're doing?! I'M Ashi's one and only bodyguard! Go back to your precious ‘waka-sama’!” from her other side.

Of course, when she looked, it was Ashi's ginger-haired boyfriend looking ready to pounce at Sebek. Now they were both blocking her way.

Seriously, she's been trying to do was to give Ashi her gift. Why did someone have to stop her every time? Is this some new tradition?

She had decided to just stand there while they bickered, waiting until they somehow forgot about her standing there, before she heard someone call her name.

“Taruru? Is that you?”

Across the two boys blocking her, Taruchi's eyes met with Ashi's and she grinned. “Ashi! Please help me,” she begged.

“Jeez, those two just won't stop arguing, huh? Acey, you're ruining my birthday!” Ashi complained as she approached the three, a pout on her face.

“It's not my fault this guy is the most annoying guy in the entire world!” Ace retorted, looking frantic as he gestured at Sebek. He turned to him, “Why are you here, anyway?!”

“To protect Ashi from the likes of you! What else?!” Sebek shot back. It seemed like he could squash Ace from how he towered over him, but Ace wouldn't back down.

Again, they continued to shoot insults back and forth between each other. Ashi forced a smile and dragged Taruchi away by her arm.

“So anyways, so glad you could make it, Taruru! Ya got somethin’ for little old Ashi?” she said in her playful voice, with her signature beam and wink.

“Of course.” Taruchi smiled back. “I wouldn't want to show up empty-handed. Well, it's not much of your usual gift since it's not like, something really physical, but I thought you might like it anyway.”

She opened her phone and in a few seconds showed it for Ashi to see.

“It's a playlist I made for you, composed of songs I think give off your energy or remind me of you.” Taruchi's smile brightened as she waited for her friend's response. “So… what do you think?”

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HEY HEY HEY ASHI!!! I hope I'm not too late to send this, I know it's literally June 4 😭😭 STILL WANTED TO SEND A LITTLE SOMETHING!!

You're a super fun moot and tbh sometimes I'm still surprised we're mutuals! I remember the day you followed me I wiped my eyes like in a cartoon and did a double take like "wait is this fr???? NO WAYYYY" AND I'M PRETTY SURE THAT WAS A PERIOD WHEN I WASN'T REALLY DOING ANYTHING W MY OCS AND STUFF. SO EVEN MORE OF A SHOCK SJDKGDSL I initially followed you for your a3 art bc it was SOOOO scrumptious (and still is obv) and I'm very happy to see ashace too plus stuff from other fandoms :DD AND IT'S WILD SEEING HOW MUCH YOU IMPROVE, IT'S AMAZING!!! keep having fun and creating what you want, i'll always cheer ya on <33

OH I JUST REMEMBERED i also have this extra lil drawing too! it's not ashace, i'm sorry (it was 2 am and i didn't want to go through figuring out his hair again) but i hope you like it nonetheless!

ANYWAYS HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY nd remember ace loves you tons, trust me i've seen his diary

(p.s. i hope the link for the playlist works 😭 just tell me if it doesn't then i can send it maybe on discord??)

ASHI’S BIRTHDAY CAMPAIGN! 🌺

“I’m sure they’ll figure somethin’ out eventually… Otherwise, they’ll both miss the cake. Jokes on them!” Ashi laughs, gleefully giving Taruchi a small hug.

“But anyway! We should totally focus on the main thing?! Like how stinkin’ cute this gift is! Waaaaugh, I’m so honored…! You’ll fosho catch me listening to this when I’m doodling at Ramshackle.” Taruchi could swear she saw tears start to form, but she wasn’t sure if it’s because the gift TRULY touched Ashi this much or if she was being dramatic. Either way, it was appreciated.

“Y’know what? I’ll listen to it RN! Let’s see what this playlist is made of~”

(ASHI REACTIONS UNDER CUT)

TARURUUUUU WAAUWGSH THE ART IS ALL SO CUTE. YOU DRAW ASHI SO GOOD AND TARURU’S NEW LOOK IS SO SLAY!!!! THE FLUFFY GANG RISE UP 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 totally not too late btw dw. got a whole line of people behind you 😭😭

EHHWHAAW YOURE SO SWEET LIKE ACTUALLY FR. I GEN DONT RMB WHEN WE OFFICIALLY BECAME MOOTS CUZ LIKS?? YOU WERE FR FROM THE VERY BEGINNING UNTIL NOW. IT WAS STILL THE A3! ERA……. man that was so long ago. WWW I FEEL OLD. but ANYWAY!!! THIS MESSAGE IS SO CUTE. YOURE GEN SO SWEET TARURU IM HUGGING YOU THRU THE SCREEN <33333 THANK YOU SMSMSM!!!!!!! ace does FR love me. there have been too many signs to prove otherwise smh 😔

I GOT THE PLAYLIST TO WORK BTW!!! ITS SUPER CUTE….. FUNNILY ENOUGH I HAVE ALMOST ALL THE SONGS DOWNLOADED ALREADY???? 😭😭 the only new stuff to me (basically) is all the swiftie stuff……. once I find a good time I’ll DEFO listen!!! THANM YKU SO MUCH AGAJN TARU. THIS IS SUCH A FUN GIFT!!!!!

[ruumirmir]

Employee of the Month

really, i dont think half of this should be taken seriously, HOWEVER:

I think loverboy's peakest babygirl moment in all of his career should be singlehandedly getting pantalone to invent the concept of "employee of the month" for the sole reason of having a workplace excuse to spoil and praise him without raising suspicion. 👀 Which I'll set in the timeline Before pantalone becomes the harbinger, and is just a fairly high ranking official at present.

(theres like a whole backstory ive cooked up that my moot is currently writing now so this entire post might make a lot more sense after my requested fic is out lmao)

like yeah,, pantalone eventually does come to realize and notice that Hmmm! This one man is a particularly diligent worker! His excellent workplace charm and wet puppy eyes have captivated me !

Perhaps a little shy to praise.

(lil bro is actively trying to avoid the spotlight in such a line of work)

Celestia knows how many hundreds of fatui are trained and raised in the soldiers way 🙄 With the Tsaritza's mercy the organization will rarely happen upon a handful of sparkly-eyed new recruits that can actually be COMPETENT with the brunt of the logistics, diplomacy and theoretical PAPERWORK that keeps the fatui running.

God knows that harbingers like Pantalone, Pulcinella, and occasionally Arlecchino NEED subordinates behind desks rather than on the field.

So the idea comes to pantalone on a fine sunny day with a stroke of genius !

because the work environment under each harbinger is so Different, you could categorize pantalone to (relatively) have the safest, and most boring work imaginable.

Definitely in which case, job motivation is very..... low. Well not anymore apparently,, in comes loverboy, newly enrolled in the fatui

with a personal vendetta against risking his precious life on the field, who damn well MAKES SURE his work merits and skills direct him towards a cushy job with good pay. and that eventually catches pantalone's attention, whos like

Wow! I wonder how i can get myself to play favorites in my department in broad daylight without it being suspicious... Hmmm...

And then on the first day of the upcoming month, out goes a notice to every subordinate, manager, accountant, secretary and etc etc, about a brand new system set in place! and would you look at that:

Loverboy nearly digs a hole and buries himself on the spot out of embarrassment when he sees a nice framed photo of him hung up at the Northland bank's noticeboard with nice bold letters saying

"Fatuus of the Month"

followed by a nice motivational speech by pantalone that goes a little too into loverboy's personal quirks rather than his excellent contributions to the bank.

Really, it might've only been a little over 1.5 years into his mandated fatui service, but he's already been sent off with a neat bonus.... a small material gift that pantalone bought him, and a strong surge of interest from his fellow colleagues/comrades.

So much for trying to avoid the spotlight :P

also pspsppspsps @eluxcastar would you like some loverboy thoughtposting

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Another one shot for my moot @robinsnest2111 , sorry this took me a while I'm writing exams rn and also this isn't my best work, so I promise to make it up to you and annal next time I write requests by making the requested fics actually...good lol, hope you enjoy this short piece anyway<3333

Mick is very familiar with facades.

He's known people who use them almost exclusively to the point that they lose all true identity and people who curse the mere thought of pretending to be something they're not or being anything but honest about who they really are. Mick falls into the latter category, he hates when people lie to save face and beat around the bush with their true intentions he'd rather just people be upfront about their true motivations so they can get from point a to point b.

There is one exception to this rule. One annoying blond exception that now lays next to him in his hotel bed, pressing his cold shivering form against Mick's side and hiding the face that he's usually so proud of in the crook of Mick's neck.

Another nightmare it would seem.

Vince Neil is a man who is no stranger to facade. He prances around all day like he's God's Magnum Opus and treats everyone who isn't hot and famous enough for him like second class citizens.

But at night, when there is no more audience to entertain and no more people to peacock around for in public and no more booze and girls to go around to satisfy his insatiable need for debauchery. Vince gets to thinking. And thinking leads to remembering. And remembering leads to thoughts of razzle.

And thoughts of razzle lead Vince to Mick's bed.

They haven't been doing this whole song and dance long, the accident was literally a few months ago so Vince is still freshly traumatised, not that Mick knows anything about that, he just assumes.

Mick wraps his arms around the singer gently and helps them settle into a more comfortable cuddle, one that allows them both to lay in positions that doesn't turn them into acrobats.

Vince's face still stays pressed in the junction of his neck and if Mick feels moisture there from what could only be tears, then he pretends not to notice and instead almost protectively puts his chin on top of Vince's golden locks and brings him in closer.

Mick isn't huge on cuddling but he wants Vince to know that he's there and that he's got him. He has to steer clear from as many words as possible. Him not speaking is the whole appeal to Vince.

Vince comes to him because if he goes to Nikki, Nikki would want to talk. Vince doesn't go to Tommy because Tommy will brush him off and assure him all was well. But Vince knows all isn't well, knows that a man, his friend, is dead today because of him and he doesn't need someone to tell him to talk about how he's feeling or someone to give him patronising comfort. All he needed was a warm body to touch and a judgement free zone to cry and Mick was the perfect candidate.

Mick hears rain start to fall on his window pane and Vince seems to shrink up further and deeper into Mick's side.

They don't ever speak when they're like this, Vince just clings to the subtle warmth of the guitarist and Mick holds the man, despite himself like the most precious gift in the world.

So yes Mick hates facades, thinks they make the world a far worse, more complicated place but he understands why Vince hides behind a mask.

If anybody were to touch the fragile ego and soul of the singer with even slightly to rough a palm they'd break him into a million pieces.

Mick loves Vince too much to ever want that pain of being vulnerable around the untrustworthy people of the world to be known to him.

So for once he puts up with the facades, and allows the soul of his vulnerable singer to stay protected next to him in bed huddled in his arms safe and sound.

He'd make the bad thoughts go away. He'd make them disappear forever if he could…or maybe he wouldn't, call it being selfish but Mick quite likes being needed by his singer for things like this, likes holding him close and running a hand through his hair.

Maybe they could reach an agreement somehow, Vince's nightmares of past horrors go away but he stays in bed next to Mick, still in desperate need of his affection.

Yeah, he thinks that's fair.

The rain pours outside now, making a nice cosy white noise atmosphere fall over them like a warm blanket. They fall asleep like that, listening to the rain and holding each other close.

[emmetrain]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Thank you all so much for your patience with me this year. I was super slow due to my thesis (which, I need one more term to complete, f me) but I love you all and Emmet muse is as strong as ever!

Highlights of this year both ic and ooc;;

January: IC AITA posts (Emmet adores those), Amogus Emmet and all the amogus I drew for other muses, Emmet and Volo enemy to brothers.

February: Shiro's Splendet Astra discord server, me unleashing Emmet on all other muses on Discord, making new friends and getting to know the community more. Emmet and Ingo's apartment made in Sims 4, Emmet adopting a cutiefly thanks to Kei's muse (with adorable drawings), Prof Sada is a new muse of mine.

March: DULSEM!!!!! Emmet and Dulse ship sails in discord and it is the most precious thing ever, I adore them. Kittu brings meinto Ultra Space fandom. FLORGES BALL. Emmet gets stung by Nihilego due to stupid optimism (Discord thread).

April: Dulsem ship art, also the cool Emmet and Eeelektross fanart I did.

May: JOHTO MOON FESTIVAL, cool alternative clothes for Emmet. Emmet and Dulse engagement ;A;;;;

June: PRIDE MONTH!! The surprise art I did for my beloved mutuals (10 drawings a day from yours truly, I had so much fun). Tera fest hype. Emmet secret powers post.

July: Emmet plushie stand in Tera fest, Daichi/Groudon becoming a new Rain muse, lots of plushies and gift art.

August: I start dying in thesis hell, Baldur's Gate happens so I am out fr.

September: Muse Bingo dash game (Emmet's right here).

October: HALLOWEENMET .

November: >:3c Emmet server on discord, he has opened a batte subway forum. Thesis hell + Tumblr soft-ban in my country (it only resolved last week? Hell.)

December: New Year's Em, VB Holiday Fest. TUMBLR BAN IS LIFTED I HOPE?? I AM HERE.

Overall, with the ban finally gone (I didn't realize at first, thought Tumblr was slow due to adblocker etc etc), I hope to be more active once again. You can always catch me on discord (moots can message me) and/or Emmet's Battle Subway Forum discord server.

Real-life had its weird ups and downs, but here's hoping new year will be much better :D I love you all SO SO MUCH. Thank you for sticking around.

[mitspeiler]

Good good. You answered the Skurret question. Now do the Ruby romantic breakdown

Dear, sweet, precious Ruby

How does your character view the idea of romantic love?

Ruby's idea of love has been shaped largely by the books she reads, mainly weighty fantasy tomes and historical thrillers. As a result she has no idea what relationships are like since most of those focus on the chase aspect when they have romance at all.

Having had a dream boyfriend in the dreamlands, she now sees love as a feverish, anxious thing, but somehow enjoyable.

2. What was your character's first heartbreak, and how did it influence their approach to relationships?

Spoilers for Dream Quest and Bones in the Ocean and whatever comes afterward: Ruby loses her memories of Fenetre after her dream avatar is eaten by Leila, who tortures her with bad dreams about her insecurities, featuring all the people in her life. When she wakes, she is unable to remember her dreams, but remembers the feeling they caused. Once she regains some control of her spirit over the course of Bones, she is able to remember her dreams, but still does not regain the memories of her dream avatar. She knows that she cares deeply for Fenetre, but not who he is or what they shared together. It's not until she regains her Avatar at the end of Dream Quest thanks to her cousin Henry that she is fully struck by the grief of being separated from Fenetre. And she will have difficulties getting back to him that will cause her stress. This will give her deep fear of loss going forward.

3. Does your character believe in soulmates, and why or why not?

Ruby used to, until her mother told her there was no such thing. She likes to pretend though.

4. What traits does your character find most attractive in others?

A strong personality and beautiful eyes. Ruby likes free spirits, secretly hoping they can save her from her sheltered life.

5. What does your character fear most in a relationship?

That the end will come suddenly, without warning or catharsis.

6. How does your character handle jealousy or insecurity in relationships?

If Ruby was ever given reason to be jealous she would feel deep sorrow, comparing herself unfavorably to the other person, certain that she is about to be dumped

7. What past relationship still impacts your character's current life?

The trauma regarding Ruby's dream avatar and lack of closure with Fenetre will be an obstacle if she were to try to date.

8. How does your character show love and affection?

Mainly by handholding and infodumping about whatever weighty tome she's been reading. As she gets older she'll add on baking and making gifts.

9. What significant change has your character experienced in their understanding of love?

That it can be stressful. Not everyone can be Robert Caedosavros (the great wizard hero of the Basilance series, for whom love comes so easily)

10. What sacrifices has your character made for love, and were they worth it?

Ruby thought she would have a love match if she ever got married, since due to her weak spirit the Achlydes have no interest in her. However, as of the end of Bones, she is a proper magician, and will likely have to face the prospect of an arranged marriage. That said, she would give up her spot in the family for love in a heartbeat. (That is, if Henry doesn't make it a moot question by killing their grandfather first)

11. How does your character's cultural or familial background influence their views on marriage and relationships?

That she has a view on marriage and relationships is almost in spite of her family and cultural background. The Reveurs are a branch family of the Achlydes clan, and the old witch-clans of Europe and Asia comport themselves like noble houses, marrying for position and power and magical compatibility rather than love. In addition, Ruby doesn't know who her father is, and suspects that he and her mother were not married. She knows that Henry's mother married for love, causing a huge scandal in the family. Ruby's entire view on marriage and relationships is based on the enticing reality of her aunt's marriage and of course the stories in her books.

12. Does your character have a relationship that everyone else misunderstands?

Much like with Neville and Cherise, people will likely assume she is making Fenetre up.

13. How does your character handle rejection or unrequited love?

Ruby would probably just curl up into a ball and cry.

14. What lesson about love is your character still trying to learn?

How to handle it with care

15. How has your character's professional life affected their romantic relationships?

Ruby is currently 13 👍

[sotwk]

Holiday updates!

Unfortunately, it looks like I wouldn't be able to deliver on my Yuletide in the Elvenking's Realm this Christmas season, as I had planned. Although I have been having a very merry (albeit hectic) holiday season offline with my family, my Tumblr experience since Thanksgiving has been rather bah-humbug.

I'm not sure why; my Moots are being lovely as usual, but overall the vibes are off. Perhaps it is a *me* issue. I feel oddly out-of-place and even rejected because I noticed a weird, sudden drop in my follower count (by like 10+)--which is possibly a site glitch, but it's disconcerting nonetheless. I know Follower count doesn't matter here, but you cannot truly care about your Followers as individuals without tracking how many there are, could you? And I do happen to care about each person that chooses to follow me; I'm not cool enough to pretend not to notice.

Anywayyyyy... on top of that humbug-ness, I have been experiencing crippling writer's block for weeks. It's not even that I cannot seem to write; I actually am hating my writing right now! And when I try to read my talented friends' fics for inspiration, I just feel more disappointed in my own (perceived) lack of skill. This is a normal feeling for a writer that happens to everyone occasionally, but it's pretty bad. If this type of writer burnout is allowed to fester, it's what often leads writers to quit. So I'm trying to be careful and gentle with myself and not push too hard.

I don't want to work on any of my precious WIPS when I'm in this kind of mood; the sourness would seep into my writing! Especially my Yuletide series, which is supposed to be filled with joy and hope! So alas, that would just have to wait another year.

But now for some positive news! My dear husband has bought me a new laptop for Christmas! He's a stickler for rules and tradition, so I can't open it until Christmas Day, but once I set it up, my sister can give me her gift--the Scrivener software!

I've decided to spend the rest of December taking it easy by not pushing myself to produce anything; instead I will just try to set myself up for a strong start to 2025 when I come back from my post-Christmas vacation (going on a road trip to see family). The new laptop and software should give me a little boost! :) And I gotta go learn how to use Scrivener now--lol!

I hope everyone reading this is having as good a Christmas season as possible. <3 This is the time of year when I truly wish everyone can experience joy and peace, whatever or however you celebrate. If there is anything at all that I can do to help you be merry, my Ask Box and DMs remain open. Please know that you are very loved.

One the flipside, if anyone would like to send some Christmas joy my way, please sign my Christmas tree (I saw some Mutuals doing this!) and/OR give my Yuletide series a try! Every little bit of cheer helps!

Yuletide in the Elvenking's Realm Series (Tumblr link)

[kpophubb]

2am :*^

🍯Should we make something special on fifth of each month😃 🎂🪴

❣️Also, I wanna wish you a great Friday and happy weekend🌿 cannot wait for your replies💗💓 sending you 🌠the biggest hug ever💖💗

And the playlist is ❌ Mia but MY MIA🫵🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Eat good ,rest well and be happy 🍀����💛💛

🐁

Hi baby😭💗 first of ALL,, resend me letter #1 bc the LINK WOULDN’T open!! Was it the ✉️ link? “Page not found” was being shown shsnsjsn pls I WANNA READ IT SO BAD cause each word you say is just so precious to me 🥹🫶🏻 and idk if you know but, letters are my favourite things to receive in general. 💌 physical ones are the BEST among em all.

First of all, pls do not worry about not being able to send me asks. I knew the conditions you were dealing with my love, I was just worried sick about you😭💗 I wanted to know how you were doing, whether you were doing okay, whether you met nice people or slept properly, whether you were sick or healthy and everything else to know. Every message you always send me and everything you say about yourself to me, they mean a lot to me so I remember every detail and wonder so much about you when you’re gone. 🥺

Sure we can make it our anniversary¿ on the 5th of every month?😍🙈 anything you’d like, I’m pretty bad with stuffs like this </3 I read your entire letter and first of all, WELCOME HOME TO ME MY LOVELY GIRL!! ❣️🫂 you’ve worked so hard and gone through so much, I’m sending you the warmest hugs and the sweetest head pats ever! To deal with so much, not everyone can do this you’re my strong and amazing girl who deserves to be applauded for her courage and strength! I’m really happy to hear that you’ve been getting a little better mentally and I hope the new year your life takes a 180• turn and you’re flooded with happiness, success, joy and a reunion with your family somewhere. 💗 you deserve it more than anyone I know baby!!

people are always mean and people will always be mean, for NO reason. Some people are just built w/ negative vibes and they have to make you feel less than whole and problematic, but in reality you’re not! I know it’s hard for you to get over the words and behaviour of other people, considering your selfless and friendly personality but I hope it gets easier for you and god surrounds you with nice and appreciative people who always remind you you’re worth so much ❤️ and ofc im here to give you the love and encouragement you need. I’ll try my best to give you the support of 100 genuine people/ friend so you will never feel lonely!! 😤

and oh pls WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!😭 ofc there are many many precious people on my blog- my anons, my moots, my followers and all of you mean the world to me but IN DIFFERENT WAYS. No one can replace no one. You’re gonna be YOU and I’m gonna love you IN YOUR DIFFERENT AND UNIQUE WAY THAT IS ONLY RESERVED FOR YOU! 👆🏻💋 and, I went on a trip to Middle East !! 🥰 I did receive gifts I mean I shopped a lot there so yeah count those as gifts from my mom? Ahaha lol. Anyway, I had the most peaceful new year I could ever think of! ~~

This year’s gonna be tough for me!! I need to work real hard and face a lot of challenges and especially the first few months are gonna be hectic and draining. I move out next month and then have to literally build a new life somewhere unknown w unknown people 💔 which makes me super anxious but I’ll get through it!! 🫶🏻 my lovely anonie, I wish you stay healthy, happy and wish I can continue to brighten up your life, day and entire year!!😘 I love you and here’s the squishiest hugs ever for you!! If you’d want, we can ofc be closer and even call eachother and send eachother voice messages 🫶🏻 (ofc if you’d want it someday) btw, I did so many face reveals these few months 🤭 idk if you saw tehee 👉🏻👈🏻

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖�� He's speaking words he doesn't know what they mean again and he's talking to him like he's a child. He is not a child. He's a fully grown goddamn adult. He knows what Mist is. All Mistericans have it. Does he think he's stupid? He knows what a soul gem is and how they're made. He knows. He's not allowed to practice it. He knows what blue mist does, he saw it in full action ten years ago when Herba raided that village and that little bastard twisted him up in those damnable tendrils and made him watch.

He can still feel small fingers in his hair when he thinks about it. Disgusting. Does Sielu really think that little of him? He knows and jade eyes are shifting their point of focus without moving to check to see if the small blue gem is resting once again within a pale ear. It's there. It's finally there again even if the last time he saw him in the forest, that same ear had been empty.

He knows what those gems mean; there's one of a purple tone resting in his own ear. His home is long since gone and never in the history of his life upon it had he been gifted a soul gem within the reign of Misterica's glory. No, why would they? He'd been destined to die. Why give something so precious to someone who would only fade before them?

But he wasn't allowed such a luxury. It was safe to give him such a thing now. He wasn't allowed to fade, even if he's spent countless times begging Lady Tiamat to let him do that very thing. For some reason he just wasn't allowed to die. He could only do so temporarily just to wake thereafter so the cycle can repeat once again. He's sick of it. He's sick to death of it.

He's sick of being treated like a child. He's sick of words that he doesn't know what they mean when he absolutely should. He's sick of the laughing in the back of his mind that he doesn't know and there's something about those two words in that order that makes his stomach turn. Just like the way Sielu says he would do anything for him when only ... how long has it been ? .... however long ago it was this man was telling him off for all the things he was framed for doing. He's sick of everything. He's sick of Chaos. He's sick of Herba. He's sick of Oscha. He's sick of Black Wind. He's sick of White Cloud.

He's sick of the nightmares. He's sick of waking out of breath.... and he's sick of waking at all. Nothing is safe. No one loves him and worst of all - no one ever fucking listens. They all think they need to solve his damn problems and pat him on the back for trying when they will not just set there and really listen and truly see just how much he hates himself.

He tells them he's a demon and they just smile at him and wave it off like it doesn't matter. Then again he'd be too scared to tell a demon no too. He was too scared for twelve years and in a way he still sort of is. He's a coward, so how is he supposed to look this man dead in the eyes and tell him. 'I watched you die.' when that obviously didn't happen and as such, that means the amount of time he spent begging and pleading for his life to be sparred is a moot point. Sielu hated him enough to remove his earring, so the week he spent weeping over his not death is also a moot point.

Even if the earring is back where it belongs, it doesn't change the fact that it was removed in the first place. It should have stayed that way with the way he kept wave the Oath around in his face like an ignored prize possession no one had been paying attention to. A favor he did for him that he never asked him to do in the fucking first place. A point of pride just to shove in his face look at what I've done for you. Yeah well, I lived for you but you don't see me throwing that in your face for a pat on the back and a congratulations.

What do you want from me?

Nothing. You don't want me. You want your precious Maamuna but he's preoccupied at the moment, so I'm the best you get.

Pretty shitty prize, I know. Sorry about your luck.

He can't snarl at him even if he wants to. He can't snap at him even if it's the instinct that is living at the forefront of his mind. Sielu made it very clear how much he hated him in the forest and how painful it had been to stay loyal. Was this just a game for him? Some point of self comforting ego soothing masochism? He didn't ask him to do anything.

So he can stop bringing up soul gems and how much he cares about him when he was so willing to tear his throat out in the forest without hesitation. Cid never should have stepped in. He should have just let him emotionally bleed out. It would have been better that way.

All they need from him was their King, but he doesn't know how to be that. He doesn't know how to be anything but a demon. He's far too jaded to be a king. He's not what they need. He's not what any of them need and the snaking sensation of phantom tendrils still twisting loosely around his throat are enough of a reminder to hold his distance and keep his mouth shut.

They only need to know so much.

"I know what Mist is." He starts in a flat tone as his back reminds firmly pressed to the wall. "You - don't need to explain it to me."

Drop gaze. No eye contact. Voice dips into a low quiet tone as if to show no resistance and he understood. He doesn't want to fight right now.

This is not Maamuna.

He can't be, with the way his head nods so shyly and the inflection on 'okay', as if the word is being dragged out. There is no hint of familiarity here and Sielu wonders if whoever this one is even knows just how much he loves him.

Sielu wonders if this one even knows what his Oath means. His heart sinks into the bottom of his stomach at the notion that his liege has had to separate himself so thoroughly as to forget the purpose of forging their Mists together into stud earrings in the first place. Unconditional love and fierce loyalty beyond words and across stars. Truly infinite - and he may not even know.

Maybe that's where all that confusion about it had been coming from. Not hatred or disgust, but... safety. Safety and forgetting.

His sumunaamio collapses back into its port.

He will reteach anything he needs to. He will say he cares and remind him that he's not all alone anymore as many times as it takes to reach every single corner of his boy's mind no matter what state he's in.

"See this?" he asks, blowing out a clear stream of blue. "I used it to make that necklace you're wearing. And I gave it to you as a show of care and concern. Do you understand it? If you have forgotten, that's okay. You did what you had to do. You don't have to tell me anything, but... I would gladly listen if you wanted to speak. I care for you unconditionally. I always have and I always will. Nothing you could ever say or do will make me turn my back on you, so please, if it would help you, I'll listen. I would do anything for you, you know? Anything at all. It would be no trouble. Rakastan sinua."

[dejwritesarchived]

✧˖*°࿐ synopsis + warnings — the adventures of aran ojiro and his pregnant wife. ( she/her pronouns, black reader, domestic!aran, pro-volleyball player aran, pregnancy mention, humor, fluff, one of moots mentioned domestic aran and my brain been rotting for it ever since )

✧˖*°࿐ tags — @ambrodias @tyga-lily @massivelynervousprincess for the middle name credit lol

© 2021 dejwrites, please don't repost & plagiarize work.

WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT ARAN WOULD BE A DAD. It took him by shock also when his fiance (Y/N) was giving him the paperwork stating that she was pregnant. Blabbering nervously about how she took three at-home pregnancy tests and also got blood drawn to confirm it also. She kept apologizing because she knew how he was at the peak of his career and she didn’t want to put a hold on that because of the pregnancy. But all Aran could do is let a smile creep on her face before he’s leaning over placing a kiss on her lips to quiet her down.

He’s been dealing with the Miya twins for years, he was sure he can handle a kid of his own. He was sure the two of you can get through it. Yes, his career was at the highest peak but he wanted to give [Y/N] and his child the world. Although currently his life was filled with the Olympics, sports endorsements and the list goes on, he knew that before those things you were by his side.

“We’ll get through it babe,” He’ll utter as his large hands were caressing [Y/N]’s.

With another addition to the family, the two soon-to-be parents spent a lot of time preparing for the child. From baby shopping for things like car seats, cribs, and the list goes on to turn the one spare bedroom in your luxury apartment into a baby room. Not choosing a color yet because the gender was still a surprise. [Y/N] took it upon herself to only tell Aran's parents, her parents, and Aran's closest friends. Aran didn't particularly care to be left out of the dark of the gender situation, after all regardless of gender he just was excited to have his own little mini-me.

But as he sat in Osamu's restaurant, catching up on everything alongside Atsumu. [Y/N] had excused herself to use the bathroom, making a subtle joke about how liquids run through her like crazy.

"Aran, I have such a good idea as a gift for your son." Osamu was carelessly blabbering on about a baby jersey of their high school. "Well, actually I know it's kinda early but I got this adorable little thing made for the lil guy."

Aran's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he was listening to Osamu before Atsumu threw a chopstick at his twin brother. "Dude! Do you ever shut up? [Y/N]'s never telling us a secret ever again," He sighs.

Osamu's face went red as he uttered an apology. "Surprise." He said lowly as he saw [Y/N] wobbling back to the group of boys. Her belly is now much noticeable to Osamu compared to the last time he saw her, despite her constantly in here due to pregnancy cravings for his food. She's noticing everyone looks and her curious eyes are darting between the three men. "What?" She questioned.

"He knows," Atsumu says before his head is motioning to his brother.

"Osamu! I told you not to tell him, it was supposed to be a surprise." [Y/N] whined as she takes her seat.

"Okay, but in my defense, I couldn't hold it in any longer," Osamu says. "I'll be right back," He says before he disappears in the back of his restaurant.

[Y/N]'s turning in her seat to face her husband, legs brushing against his as she can't hold back the charming grin on her face that's causing Aran to smile so hard. Perhaps it was because it was the similar grin she gave him when they first met when they first exchanged those three words when they got married.

"A boy huh?" Aran questioned as he's inching a little closer to [Y/N].

"Yes, a little precious boy." She leans over placing a loving kiss on his plump lips. Which Aran was so eager to deepen it, his large hands cupping her face. But the kiss was interrupted by Osamu holding up something and clearing his throat to gain the couple's attention.

"That is so corny." Atsumu snickered gaining a glare from his twin.

"Oh my gosh! It's so adorable," [Y/N]'s gushes as her hands are extended out to grab the onesie that has Osamu's restaurant logo on it.

Osamu has this smile on his face as he's leaning over the bar. "You know with the way you and the little guy been coming here constantly eating my food, it's only right." He says shrugging his shoulders as he hands the onesie to [Y/N].

Aran just watching the events unfold in front of him. The twinkle in [Y/N]'s eyes as she talks about their son and all the things she wants to buy for him. Or the subtle joke she makes about how Atsumu has to get something also for the child if he wants to be as cool as Osamu as a godfather. Perhaps, Aran was falling in love all over again.

Of course, he couldn't help but let those butterflies fly around in the pit of his stomach (and falling in love all over again) as he's following [Y/N] around the marble kitchen counter trying to collect the bowl of ramen out of her hand. A low chuckle escaped Aran's lips as she stopped pointing her chopsticks at him as her belly poked out the pajama shirt she wore. "It's just ramen," She's whining as she placed the bowl down.

"And it has a lot of sodium in it, now hand it over." Aran firmly says as he motions for her to push the bowl over.

"According to who? Iwaizumi? He doesn't count just because he eats and breaths fitness. He doesn't know the cravings a pregnant woman whose child thinks it's funny to constantly push upon her urinary bladder." [Y/N] rants and Aran couldn't help but stare.

Silence overcame the two before he's letting a loud laugh escape the back of his throat. A frustrated pout forms on her lips as she pushes the bowl over, mumbling some words as her hands stroked at her enlarged belly. Aran walks over to [Y/N] placing a kiss on the corner of her pouting lips. "I'll make you something better m'kay?"

"Can you make those brownies I like also?" [Y/N] asked as her arms snaked around Aran's waist bringing him closer to her, even though her belly poked at his hard-toned torso.

"Anything for you [Y/N]," Aran says as he leans down kissing at his wife's lips.

Maybe he did fall in love with [Y/N] all over again now that the due date was getting closer. She's sitting on the couch on her phone texting away. Her small knotless braids tugged into a bun, she wore a pair of grey sweat shorts and Aran's high school jersey that her belly seemed to stretch. Her feet are in Aran's lap as he's massaging one of them due to her constantly complaining about them hurting. On some days he'll cater to her as if she was a princess in a palace due to her ankles being swollen. "Babe, are we sure about making him a junior?" She's questioning.

"We've had this conversation for months [Y/N]. It was your idea and I support whatever you want to do baby," Aran says as his hands massage her feet. "Why'd you ask? Did the twins try to talk you out of it?"

His eyes glanced over at her as she went quiet before he could hear a gush of wetness on the leather couch they were sitting on. She's letting out a sly giggle, "Cause of that." she says, and Aran's eyes are popping out his head in pure panic.

He's pushing himself out of his seat. "Did you just- Oh my god! I should call your GYN." He's rushing to get his phone.

"Babe just calm down. I'm the one having little Aran Jr, I should be the one panicking." [Y/N] says as she's pushing herself out the seat slowly to slide on the slippers she was previously wearing. "Just get the bags we packed weeks ago."

Aran's doing just that as he's tugging the blue-colored diaper bag and the duffel bag full of [Y/N]'s stuff on his shoulder. When Aran back into the living room, he's walking over to [Y/N]. It seemed like his hands were shaking uncontrollably and he felt hot. When [Y/N] saw, her small hands are grabbing a hold of his shaking ones. She's giving it a firm squeeze, "Aran please calm down. I don't need you fainting on me. Not at the moment, just breathe." [Y/N] inhaled sharply to let out a breath to steady her own breathing which Aran mimic exactly what she's doing before helping to guide her out of their apartment.

And indeed Aran fell in love with his wife [Y/N] again when he watched her peacefully sleeping in the hospital bed while he was feeding their son Aran Jude Ojiro. Or to [Y/N] when she didn't want to get the two mixed up when calling one of their names, she already nicknamed the little baby 'AJ'. Aran's eyes twinkled with so much compassion and love seeing his son peacefully drink from the small bottle. He has some grin on his face as the pad of his finger is caressing the small hand of his son.

"You got two of the coolest parents ever AJ," He cooed softly. "And plenty of even cooler godfathers."

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487 posts created (52%)

445 posts reblogged (48%)

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#genshin impact - 116 posts

#genshin x reader - 90 posts

#moots - 74 posts

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#genshin sagau - 62 posts

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Longest Tag: 66 characters

#we basically stole zhongli’s character story for the sake of angst

I sent 2 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Then Came The Dawn Pt 1

For a brief moment the chill of the water felt pleasant, salve against the heat of your wounds. It took not even a full second for the pain to come as your body registered the saltiness of the water that was against your injuries. It burned, burned at your very soul.

The surface began to slip further and further away, as your body instinctively struggled against the ropes binding you, desperate to survive. Yet despite the panic of your movements, your thoughts were drastically different.

It was… quiet.

You no longer had the strength to fight anymore. You were ready for your death at this point. You welcomed it. After so long running and struggling to make it just one more day, you were at the end of it all.

It was peaceful.

It was liberating.

‘Perhaps when I close my eyes, I’ll be home again.’

Your lungs screamed for air, your limbs felt like they weighed as heavy as stone. The edges of your vision began to darken as you sank deeper and deeper, the sunlight of the surface looking so close, yet being so out of reach. The black overtook your view, but not before a faint blue glow lit your fading view.

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‘Do not fear Your Grace. I am here.’

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You awoke with a gasp, eyes snapping open and trying to gulp down precious oxygen as if it were going to disappear. Coughs wracked your body as seawater was forced from your lungs, the salt burning and searing as you sputtered. Finally you manage to breathe, the sweet sweet oxygen you’d been so desperate for cooling the salt induced burning of your throat.

‘That’s it, I’m never taking air for granted again. Thank you plants for your dutiful provisions of oxygen.’

Finally you managed to slow your racing heart, opting to take in your surroundings. You were in a bedroom, having been placed on the room’s well, bed. You internally cringe as you realize that you’ve gotten the furniture wet with all of you whole ‘trying to not drown’ stuff. Honestly after months on the run, being in a building was already strange, but being on a bed? That was a luxury you’d long since gotten used to not having. There tends to be a lack of furniture out in the wilderness. You continue to observe your surroundings. The room was a deep navy blue in color, sapphires adorning a silver chandelier that lent the room a soft light. All in all, it was exsquisite, and far too refined to line up with anything remotely akin to your recent standards. You noticed a window and stumbled your way towards it, glad to no longer be bound, even if you’d developed a bad case of rope burn. Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of the outside.

Water.

No, not just water, the ocean. The ocean floor.

You were under the sea.

There was a wall of water a few yards from the window, as if the building you currently were in was shielded from the ocean encroaching any further by an invisible dome. One thing was abundantly clear, whatever had happened after you had lost consciousness, something had saved you, and brought you to this place. Yet who? You would have seen if someone had dived into the water after you, and there had been no one other than you. As you watched a small crab experimentally touch the wall of water before darting through it into the sea, you pondered what could have occurred.

“I am relived to see you awake Your Grace.”

You whirled around, eyes wide and muscles tensed, having learned from the months you’d been hunted to except to be slain at any moment. The figure was unfamiliar, something that stunned you, but their gentle smile was conforming, and you found the tension in your body lessening.

“You need not fear me. I would never wish to harm you, my Guide.”

The stranger was a male, and a tall one at that, with long blue hair that cascaded behind him like a waterfall. A blue teardrop shaped gem was below his neck, which combined with the sight of several small horns that were atop his head, made it clear that whoever he was, he was not a human. It would have been funny if you weren’t so jaded nowadays, that you feared this man less than you would fear a normal human being. Your eyes dart around awkwardly, as you began to realize you’d no idea how to truly hold a conversation anymore. Sure communication had never been a priority to you, but that skill set had quickly been cast aside in favor of survival skills once people made it clear they wanted you dead. You cough a bit awkwardly, unsure how to answer, but the man seems to understand your unspoken distress. His voice was deep, yet it was filled with a gentleness that made it far from intimidating.

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793 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#4

Then Came The Dawn Pt. 3

Ever since the execution of the ‘imposter’ Ajax had not used his Vision. When he fought, he did so using only his Delusion. If asked why, he would have given a rather blunt answer. “If Celestia cannot be bother to intervene on behalf of the Creator; I want nothing to do with them or their gaze. I’ve no desire for a gift from gods who stand by while something so catastrophic occurrs. They can have their Vision back for all I care.”

The Fatui were a rather efficient force. However, there were some things that even they struggled to carry through. Which is why four whole weeks after Tartaglia sent out his subordinates to search Guyun Stone Forest; they finally had returned with news. The harbinger had wasted no time, setting out for the cluster of islets immediately.

Upon drawing near to them, the Sigil of Protection began to respond, a sort of invisible tugging urging him forward. He reached what seemed to be a plain and featureless wall of rock, but suddenly the talisman flew from his hand, floating in front of the wall, glowing brighter and brighter.

Childe’s eyes widened slightly as the wall seemed to melt into thin air, revealing a passageway behind it. Shaking off his surprise, he grabbed the now dull sigil and entered.

If his instincts were correct; Osial would know what happened to the so called “imposter”.

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You were a bit surprised at how much of a conversationalist the overlord was, but the surprise was soon to give way to appreciation. He was happy to talk about anything and everything with you, from the mundane affairs of your life before waking up in Teyvat, to your slime companions you’d made on the run. You miss them dearly. In return he told you of times before the archon war, lore you’d never heard before coming straight from something who witnessed it transpire.

While on your journey of trying not to get murdered, you’d grown to not talk very much. In fact, it was your capture that brought the first words out of you in months; resigned words of disappointment aimed at the characters you’d once loved. You hadn’t been merciful with them, each statement had been crafted to cut deeply; each one aimed directly at their most sensitive areas.

“Guizhong would be disappointed.”

“So much for your ‘new age’ Kequing.”

“And here you claim to be a pacifist. Lying doesn’t make you look good Ganyu.”

“Judging someone for their appearance is rather hypocritical of you Xinyan.”

“I see your concept of chivalry is as fake as your pen name Xingqiu.”

“All the mora in the world won’t make you a better person Ningguang.”

“Did the other Yaksha murder people too, or is that just your personal habit Alatus?”

“You should get those red strings looked at Shenhe: they don’t seem to be working.”

“Last time I checked, a person who truly pursued justice wouldn’t go along with a witch hunt Yanfei.”

All of Liyue had been there, and you’d made sure to hit each and every one of the vision holders with your blades of harsh words.

Your words had been cruel, and you knew it. Occasionally you regretted them, but then the memory of what you’d gone through, of what they put you through, would come to the front of your mind and the guilt would wither and die on the spot.

Regardless, it was rare for you to speak after what you went for, and you appreciated Osial filling the silence.

While on the run you had loved silence. Silence meant peace: silence meant a moment of respite.

Now though, now that you no longer had the shadow of death lingering over you at every moment, the silence gave your mind ample time to reflect on your woes.

But Osial seemed to understand, as he gladly kept you company, and his companionship kept the demons in your mind at bay. It was only in his presence that you felt safe enough that you could fall asleep, and he would remain with you while you rested, there for you should the trauma of the hunt torment you with nightmares. Osial was always nearby when you awoke.

Which is why your heart was currently pounding loudly. You’d woken up, but he wasn’t here with you. You begin to frantically search for the overlord, only to freeze when you hear Osial seemingly speaking to someone. You know you should confront the situation head on, but you couldn’t work up the courage to do it. Interacting with someone aside from Osial isn’t something you think your ready for yet, and so you opt to stay hidden in the shadows.

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861 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#3

Imperfections

aka Luci is a Rubedo enthusiast and is making it your problem. You’re welcome. :)

Mistake. Failure. Accident.

He knew these words well. They had come to define him in her eyes. Her eyes that watched intently as he followed instruction, catching every slip up, every misstep. He longed for her eyes to look at him with anything, anything, other than dissatisfaction, but no matter how hard he strove, they never did.

Discardable. Replaceable. Disposable.

Three words that she had thought of him. He was not valuable to her, he was merely a project. One which she began to see less and less reason to keep around. A project that she grew closer and closer to casting aside with every mistake he made.

Abandoned. Forsaken. Alone.

Her betrayal had branded the words upon his nonexistent heart like a hot iron. What did he do to be deserted like this? He tried his best, he gave his all in everything she had him do. So why did she leave him by himself in this dark place? It wasn’t fair, he didn’t want to be alone!

Dark. Cold. Isolated.

He hadn’t noticed in the beginning. He wasn’t aware of the corrosive energies that surrounded him, that ate away at his defenses. He paid no mind when the darkness that surrounded him sunk its teeth into him. He took no notice of how the corrupting fangs tainting his essence, causing the same darkness that surrounded him to grow and fester within him. It didn’t occur to him that his own mind had been stained black with hatred and resentment, nor that his very thoughts had shifted from despairing to spiteful.

Ice. Fury. Jealousy.

No words could properly convey his disbelief when he learned the truth. His face, his voice, his eyes, but not him. Not him. Why did this replacement receive such blessings? Was he not the first?! Even if she did not favor him, he was the first: he was the original! It should be him! He should be the one standing there! Not some copy!

Albedo.

Albedo.

Albedo.

His name. That was his name. How dare this substitute use his name! How dare this replacement use his name, his face, his identity as though it was theirs!

Observing. Learning. Plotting.

He won’t stand for this. He won’t stand and watch this copy have what should be his. He will not be forgotten. He was the first! He was the original! He won’t let himself be replaced!

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878 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#2

Hear me out (I feel like this has probably been done before but whatever)

SAGAU but it's actually SASAGAU because you/reader/player knows.

You know that they know.

They don't know that you know that they know.

So when you put characters that don't like each other on the same team or start ranting about how amazing some character/nation is while playing a character that hates them/doesn't live there, etc, little do they know that it's not a coincidence and you're just being a little shit-

(Bonus if you do this with everyone. Mondstadters all think Liyue is your favorite, Liyueans hear you talking about how beautiful and exotic Inazuma is, and Inazumans hear you recall fondly how cozy Mondstadt is. You're like a parent that doesn't want their kids to get a big head so you talk up all their siblings in front of them and only talk good about them when they're not around. In reality you love them all because how could you not? But you're also a chaotic gremlin so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

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…♣️Anon your sheer brilliance astounds me. I actually like SUPER like this. I might decide to continue this idea in the future, though it’ll probably be with [Name] being in Teyvat being smug (Yes, yes I am on the sassy [Name] agenda; fite me)

Was it petty? Yes.

Was it amusing? Oh most definitely.

It wasn’t that you were mean or anything, you just couldn’t help it! They made it so easy! You hardly had to try! Though you admit, there were times when you nearly slipped up and showed that you knew, but for the most part, you acted completely oblivious.

Hm? They were self-aware? Well, duh, obviously. They aren’t exactly slick. Seriously, how would you not notice them doing things that were clearly too complex to have been coded behavior? Plus, it was rather fun to tease them all. And seeing them get jealous about you spending your attention on certain characters; now that was hilarious.

One of your favorite things to do to see their reactions was to replay hangout events, most of the time with some of the characters that were closely related to who you were hanging out with.

Hm? Oh sorry Ayaka, sorry Ayato, you were just busy spending some time with Thoma!

Oops, sorry Diluc, sorry Venti, your busy bonding with Diona!

Maybe sometime later Zhongli, you promised to visit Chongyun today!

It’ll have to be next time Ei, you already agreed to meet up with Sayu for some rest!

No matter how smooth they thought they were, you saw the little pouts they’d rush to hide. Honestly they were just too adorable.

Out exploring Mondstandt with the Knights? Hey Jean, hey Keaya, Lisa, Amber, have you ever mentioned how gorgeous Liyue is?

Making the Liyue workaholics take a break? Time for Xiao, Kequing, and Ganyu to hear you gush about how exciting it is in Inazuma!

Spending time with some Inazuma natives? Ei have you ever heard how amazing and fun Mondstandt is?

Okay well, not everything you did was just for the jokes. You did legitimately care about these people; they weren’t simply characters anymore after all. They had real feelings and thoughts, they had real trauma and grief. And while you might not be an expert, you certainly did your best to help them overcome their burdens, in your own chaotic way.

You knew that putting Diluc and Keaya in a team together was literally asking for trouble, but that didn’t stop you! You know they still care about one another, after all they kept each other’s big secret. The relationship was certainly strained, but all jokes aside, you really did want to see them learn to overcome the past heartache that tore their brotherhood apart. And well, if they needed a bit of a push, you’d be happy to provide that.

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883 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okok- I have had this Sagau idea for some time now. What if the reader used to be a legendary cosplayer? Like everywhere anime-con they go people thought the character was real- not only that. But the reader is also a good VA? Bonus points if they are a prankster too.

Jean: alright, their grace is resting in the cathedral after the accident.

Kaeya walking out of the room: Jean, I must excuse myself. I have to go out for the expedition

-10 minutes later-

Barbara opening the door, panicking: Sister! Their grace is nowhere to be found!

Kaeya: Sorry for coming late to the meeting-

*Everyone looking at kaeya*

Kaeya: what's wrong?

Lisa: didn't you say you'll go out for the expedition?

Kaeya: no! Didn't Amber tell you about me being late before the meeting?

Eula:Amber? I saw her clearing hilicurls camp before the meeting!

Albedo: oh no....

(meanwhile the reader laughing their ass off as monstatd blew up)

It can be any character you want btw

Brooooo i absolutely LIVE for gremlin reader and this prompt is delivering the good shit- 👌👁👄👁

Also I can’t not do this okay. Like it’s so perfect to have [Name] pretend to be Rubedo in front of Albedo-

Misunderstandings

When you had been coming up with the idea for this little prank, it had been much funnier. Frankly you still found it hilarious, but judging from the sword that was being pointed towards you, that sentiment was obviously not a shared one.

“I can explain!”

“I have no intentions of listening to your attempts to deceive me.”

Okay so maybe using your cosplay talents for the chaotic purpose of pretending to be Subject 2 was not one of your brightest ideas. But at least the look of shock on Albedo’s face had been arguably the best thing you’d seen since waking up in Teyvat.

‘Wait! Hold on! Priorities [Name]! First thing is first; trying to not get stabbed!’

“Okay then, what do you want me to do to prove to you that I’m not here to ‘replace’ you?”

“You’re past actions have already ruined any chances of diplomacy between us. Now why are you here? Intending to steal my research again?”

You hear footsteps rapidly approaching and a sigh of relief escapes you as the familiar blonde hair of the Traveler graces your vision. Your saviors had arrived! About time too. Paimon registers the sword pointed at your chest and quickly yells out in protest.

“W-Wait! Albedo don’t hurt them! That’s [Name]!”

The alchemist’s eyes narrow slightly as he looks at you a bit more closely. After what feels like an eternity, the sword disappears as he dismisses it. The traveler walks over to you and lightly flicks your forehead, unamused with your little stunt. Albedo meanwhile, is muttering something you don’t quite hear, though you are able to make out a few words, like ‘reckless’ and ‘unbelievable’ and- oh. Oh he’s muttering about you isn’t he.

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987 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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….fair nuff.