#gifts maybe? hmm doesn't quite work

[ask-team-donum]

Have a sleeby Scout and Phoebe doodle, lovelies <333

[rie-092]

DEAREST ADVISOR.

❥. yandere! emperor x advisor! reader

• liam luwelton was one of the most famous emperor on the history of lobelia empire. while he was praised for being a good and powerful ruler. he was also famous for being a womanizer who hook up with so many girls yet, he didn't even chosen any of them to be his empress.

• don't blame him, he likes having fun. but he hates when he got attached or tied to something that will hinder him. he was only doing this for his own entertainment after all. no one stayed on his side for so long anyways, well maybe except to the captain of his imperial knights, warren, his childhood friend.

• that was the main reason why he became surprised when warren's younger sister, you, became his advisor. the most amusing part was warren is the one who recommended you. hmm, it seemed like your brother doesn't even care about the fact that liam's mother, the previous empress, fired all the female servants after knowing her son's tendencies to, uhm... seduce them.

• that was the main reason why he was excited to finally meet you. the famous sister of his friend. he wanted to know how long will it take for you to became smitten and obsessed with him? ahh, just thinking about it makes liam so excited.

• but you were fucking different that he expected. who in the hell is in the right mind to greet the emperor for the first time while wearing a damn pyjamas? what the fuck? as far as he knew, you were the damn daughter of a duke. so, what in the hell was wrong with your fashion sense?

• well, keeping your fuvked up fashion aside. you were indeed good at your job. even though you can be pretty hard headed sometimes, you were able to carry yourself with so much confidence and boy, oh boy. he likes it so much.

• maybe, that time when he basically threaten you to wear an appropriate dress to attend a certain banquet with him. was the time when he realized that he fucked up. yeah, his motto that 'no string attached' crumbled down as he saw your annoyed face when the maids' dressed you up with the most elegant dress that he gifted for you. and the fact that you got drunk that night and mumbled some cute nonsense didn't helped either. fuck. the main reason why he got you drunk anyways is to fuck you. but damn, he can't bring himself to do it since you looked so cute while clinging to him for support!

• as a yandere, liam was overbearing and posessive. gosh, this guy is unhinged and practically crazy. he's an emperor for the petesake! he killed his siblings to ascend to the throne. so don't expect that he's a nice guy!

• those times that he escaped the palace just to go outside and hook up with girls? yup, he stopped doing that for you. expect that while working, his eyes were focused on your every move. you talk to other guy other than him and warren? expect that he will be fired the next day. and why is that? well, it's your fault.

• he was now fine with you working in your pyjamas, you're so cute wearing that after all! but, in exchange he will increase your workload 10x because he knew that you always goes home after finishing your work, he just wants to spend the whole day with you!

• don't even think of quiting, darling. because liam will not let you to do so. unfortunately, he was able to wrap his pretty fingers around you with you being unaware of it. ahh, he just loves how clueless you are when liam fired all the male servants on his palace and replaced it with the female ones to make sure they you won't be able to flirt with them while working.

• all in all, liam is head over heels for you. he wants you for himself to the point that he spread the rumour about you being the next empress of the prestigious lobelia empire. just to shackle you by his side.

• but of course, your usual playful older brother doesn't like it at all. so be ready, because just like a prince on the fantasy stories that the two of you read before. he will do anything to save you, his precious little sister even if it means he needs to burn down the whole empire and kill liam for you. i mean, when you were a kid, you mentioned that you wanted to be a ruler. so just sit back and let your big brother, warren do the work <3.

“ our love comes first, everything is secondary.”

[vampireimiko]

Hello

Can I request headcanons for a fem Healer! Reader with the Mortal Kombat boys (Specifically Bi-Han, Liu Kang, Reptile, Kuai Liang, Shang Tsung, Fujin, Raiden and Johnny? If that’s too much you can skip it!)

Like, reader is gentle and kind, but also kinda blunt and will speak her mind when it calls for it?💀

Thanks!

Multiple MK Men with a Blunt!Fem!Healer S/O

warnings, none !!

note, i was gonna do all of them but i ended up falling asleep so this is all I got done😭

Bi-Han

જ⁀➴ "I swear, you have fresh injuries each day."

જ⁀➴ Bi-Han grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Occupational hazards, my dear healer. Keeps life interesting."

જ⁀➴ "Tuh, whatever. If you keep getting into these 'occupational hazards', you won't have a life to keep interesting, no?" you retorted, shaking your head in mock disapproval while attending to his injuries.

Liu Kang

જ⁀➴ "For someone that's supposed to be a demi-god, you sure do get injured quite a lot." You sassed while patching up his arm.

જ⁀➴ Liu Kang chuckled, the sound a mixture of amusement and pain. "Well, even gods need a little tender loving care sometimes."

જ⁀➴ "Don't mistake my bluntness for lack of care," you retorted with a raised eyebrow. "I just call it as I see it. Now hold still, or I might decide to leave you with that bruise."

Syzoth

જ⁀➴ "You know... I'm not so sure you're qualified for this. Don't you think I need a veterinarian?" Syzoth joked around with you.

જ⁀➴ "Very funny." You said, turning to look at Syzoth with a blank stare.

જ⁀➴ "Ah...!" He hissed as you poured alcohol over his wound to ensure it wouldn't get infected before you started working on it.

જ⁀➴ "Maybe next time, I'll find a vet to tend to my lizard boyfriend," you remarked, not missing a beat, as you continued your work.

Kuai Liang

જ⁀➴"How in the elder gods name did you manage to burn yourself with your own power? I thought I chose the responsible brother." You jokingly nagged.

જ⁀➴ "Well, you see, when you're as talented as me, even fire obeys my command... most of the time," he grinned, trying to recover some dignity after your playful scolding.

જ⁀➴ "Hmm, guess you weren't so talented this time, my love." You said, pressing a kiss on his cheek and continuing to wrap his hand.

Fujin

જ⁀➴ "Where does it hurt, Fujin? Just because I have these gifts doesn't mean I know exactly where each injury is."

જ⁀➴ Fujin chuckled softly, the wind seeming to carry the sound. "The injury is right here, my sweet," Fujin said, placing his hand on the left side of his ribcage.

જ⁀➴ "Thank you... and you said you earned this by someone deflecting your own wind shot back at you? How embarrassing..." you remarked, finishing the healing process with a gentle touch and a small smile on your face.

Johnny

જ⁀➴ "For one of the biggest martial artists in the world, you sure are pretty dumb."

જ⁀➴ "Babe, don't be like that! I wouldn't say dumb... I'd say I'm just very adventurous!" He said, reclining to prop his head up on his arms.

જ⁀➴ "Shit...shit! Still sore," he muttered hurriedly, carefully putting them down.

જ⁀➴ "And danger-prone," you deadpanned, shaking your head while tending to yet another injury earned from his 'adventures.'

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫶🏾 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[optimist-pine]

Granny

Summary: You and Daryl have a secret confusing love language of insults

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,236

Era: Seasons 1-5(ish), The quarry - Alexandria

It had started shortly after your first encounter with Mr. Dixon. Simply a passing (slightly pointed) comment - nothing more - as some of you gathered around the fire that night.

Dale stands near the flames, removing a whistling pot from the heat. "Anybody want a cup of tea? Kettle's hot."

"Why dun'cha ask granny over there?" Daryl suggests, nodding towards you with a snigger. Merle's not around tonight, and so it seems he's found a way to create a bit of entertainment.

Your head snaps up when you realize you're the butt of the joke, hands stilling as you set down your work. A crochet hook or knitting needles find their way into your hands as often as that damn crossbow ends up in his; usually when it's too late in the evening to be doing anything else. "You know what? I would love a cup of tea. Thank you, Dale." You reply, taking the steaming mug that's passed to you with a smile that melts into a pointed glare the second Daryl's eyes meet yours.

The corner of his mouth twitches mischievously. "Somebody get out tha' fancy china an' the biscuits an' we'll have ourselves a real tea party." He's prodding the coals with a stick, and in the darkness, the slope of his shoulders brings to mind the image of a caveman. The thought amuses you.

You nod your head, contemplating. "Hmm... I'd be down for that. In fact, I have a feeling we might even be in the presence of a tea party expert." You say knowingly. Sophia and Carol sit cuddled up to your right, and the little girl looks curiously up at you, cradling a well-loved teddy bear. You turn to the child, lowering your voice. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about tea parties, would you?"

She curls into herself a little, shyly. But at her mother's gentle urging, she nods her head, a tiny smile appearing on her face.

You clap your hands together. "It's settled then! Tomorrow we shall have a tea party." The last part is aimed at Daryl - you feel proud of yourself, but the confused look on his face makes you question why. It's like you've taken his accusation as a challenge to prove just how grandmotherly you can be, and funnily enough, he's probably right. You're actually looking forward to hanging out with Sophia tomorrow; she's a pretty cool kid.

Carol tuts softly. "After school." She adds.

"After school." You agree, shooting Sophia a conspiratorial wink.

Every time Daryl spots you working with your yarn he can't resist the urge to tease you about it. Maybe it's because you take every jest in good humor, or maybe it's because you always have a quick, witty comeback. He's never quite figured it out, but somehow it's become a staple of your interactions. Even though so much has changed, he's oddly glad that this hasn't.

One night, in the dead of winter, as the wind howls through gaps in the window frames you get an ornery glint in your eye. Daryl's already found your behavior suspicious, whatever current yarn project you've been committed to hasn't made a single appearance the entire evening. And the way you keep glancing at him almost nervously is... unsettling.

When he looks up again you're walking towards him, hands tucked behind your back, trying so hard to look casual that it doesn't take long before all eyes are on you. You stop in front of him and promptly shove a box in his face. No, not just a box. It's a present, wrapped perfectly in polka-dotted gift wrap with a glittery bow to top it all off.

He stares back at you, wondering what punchline he's missed.

You roll your eyes. "It's a gift, Daryl."

"Why?" He asks. He'd trust you with his life any day, but right now - with that box - he absolutely does not.

"Well, why don'tcha just open it and find out?" You taunt, shaking the present just a smidge.

He takes the box, feeling awkward and clumsy as he tears away the paper. Having never opened a present before - at least nothing like this that is - feelings of stupidity and excitement and pressure blend within him.

He dumps the object into his palm. It's cool and smooth to the touch; a black mug with white writing that says "World's Crankiest Grandpa".

You're trying so hard to withhold from laughing that your face is turning pink.

"Think ya could get yer money back on this one?" He asks, spinning the cup around to critique it.

You slap his arm lightly. "Ah, Dixon, you're no fun."

"She might'a hit the nail on the head there." Rick chuckles.

You sit back down, finally pulling out your yarn like all is now right in the world. "Ah, I found it a couple days ago. Couldn't resist. S'pecially not after the dream I had where you were yellin' at the walkers to 'git offa yer damn lawn'..." You shudder. "Took me a bit to get that one outta my head."

That earns quite a few laughs from the rest of the group. Once again, you've managed to lift the mood of those around you. It seems to be a habit of yours.

He turns the mug over and over again, running his thumb across the letters. He knows it's only a gag gift, but he's not blind to the effort that went into it. And it's not an exaggeration to say that this silly mug is by far the most thoughtful gift he's ever received.

He hangs onto that mug, using it proudly every day. Of course, it garners the occasional question from the new folks, but he doesn't mind. Soon enough he's got a matching handmade hat, scarf, and gloves as proof of your continuing love for the grandmotherly hobby.

When the prison falls he misses those gifts severely.

But then, Alexandria. The day he comes across you there on the porch in a creaky rocking chair, with your cup of steaming tea and a ball of yarn, the once-familiar urge to say something a little stupid and a lot annoying takes over.

He stoops down and leans in. "Where's yer glasses at, old lady?"

You wave your hand to shoo him away. "Ah, git yer muddy boots off'a my porch ya ol' geezer." You nag, the smile you're trying to hide peeking out like a sun ray from behind storm clouds. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, clomping down the steps. But it's not like he's trying to hide his own smile or anything... Not at all.

When he returns home that evening, there, sitting on the end of his bed, is a small box. It's perfectly wrapped in paper that's covered in birds and trees, encircled with a pristinely hand-tied bow. He can't deny the flutter of excitement as he plops down to unwrap it. It's like Deja Vu, the coffee mug tumbling into his palm. This time it's white with black lettering that reads "I don't always roll a joint, but when I do, it's my ankle".

With a snort he falls back onto the bed, letting old memories wash away the burdens of the day. However he can, whatever it takes, he'll hold onto the hope that you'll both end up old and gray and worn someday - together.

[whore-ibly-hot]

what are ur ocs endgame goals??? like with or w/o reader, what are they hoping for. like r we talking white picket fence n a golden retriever or is it like "reader lets me,,, look at them,,,, today :3"

Hmm... good question! Well, let's examine our boys and girls!

The mean girls haven't even really put that much thought into it, but they'd like to drag you along to whatever sorority they join in College.

Fritz wants to marry you, of course and have a minimum of three babies. Johannes would of course just desire to serve his general, and his generals wife. He adores you, and would help to raise the kids as uncle Josie. Fritz goal is just to love his family and keep all of you safe. He wants his sons or daughters as far from the army and war as possible.

Patrick and Ahmed have different goals. Patrick wants to feel in charge of something for once, to own your body. He also craves the softness you provide, so he seeks to keep you as a girlfriend. His pretty little partner on his arm, his own caring, soft pocket pussy, all for him, (and Ahmed when he's feeling generous.). Ahmed has no specific goal, besides being owned by you (quite the opposite of Patrick). Want a house husband? Great! Want him to work? He won't like being away from you, but his father can get him a good job. Don't want a marriage? As long as your gaze and touch remains on him, he doesn't care. He'll be your dog if that's what you really want.

Joey wants as many kids as he can get in and out of you before you just can't have anymore. Preferably quite a few animals too. He wants your young ones to have the experience and knowledge of farm life that he had as a kid. He wants you to stay at home, but you don't have to cook and clean if you don't want! Just sit pretty, and let him hold you and all your babies at the end of a hard day. And maybe, just let him put on more in you.

Mattias's goals is to give you the world. He knows your living in the slums right now, and this isn't the life he wanted for him and his ma, and certainly not for you. He's gonna make money boxing and kicking teeth in until he can afford to get you whatever you want, and put you up in a safe place. Maybe then, the two of you will slip up more, and you might get pregnant. He doesn't crave fatherhood as much as some of the guys, but once he sees his dark-haired little hijo or hija, he's hooked for life. Now he's gotta ramp it up, he's got his baby and his love to look out for.

Puck isn't one for setting goals, but he does have one things he needs. See, he lives hundreds of years, and you don't. He likes your mortal naivety, and how amazed you are at magic, so it shouldn't be that hard to trick you into drinking or eating something to make you immortal. He just can't imagine spending the rest of eternity without his favorite playmate!

Carl wants your eyes on him, and him only. He'll knock yo up, then you'll have to marry him? Right? Shit, he doesn't care most nineteen year olds shouldn't be dads, you've got his baby, and your gonna be hid wife. Who else would you want to marry besides your best friend? He's got a big family, he's sure he can figure out how to parent and be a good husband. Just... don't go anywhere.

Joshua knows you're not leaving the cult anytime soon, and you'll have to marry eventually. No boys or girls would dare go against him, not when he's as intimidating and revered as he is. It won't be hard to convince Gabriel to marry you to him. He couldn't really care less if you had a baby with him. He's not one for kids. He's mostly just excited to have you to bed, now that you're married. He's got a lot of hormones built up from years of abstinence in the cult.

Morgan wants to spoil you. He has to make up for all the awful things your ex-husband put you through. Gifts, vacations, a penthouse, it's all yours. He just wants to show you what a real man can provide. Of course he wants to marry you, but he's more eager for after the wedding, when he can finally call you his wife. He wouldn't know what to do with a baby, but whatever you want, he'll get you.

[drunkwhenimadethis]

I was confessing my absurd fears to my bf with things along the lines of being betrayed or him finding other women sexually attractive and asked if he had any similar fears. He said he did, and it was that I was only with him for his money. Essentially: I am a gold digger. I have always refused monetary gifts and him paying for things. However I’ve been staying with him for three months after he got me kicked out of my last rooming house because Im in college and couldn’t find a place quick enough, and was extremely adamant about it but he insisted. We’ve been together for almost a year. He said that the thought of me using him for money is recurring, but he’s unemployed and his parents pay for everything besides his groceries. What do I make of this? It’s really offput me that he thinks of me this way

Disclaimer I love to remember that the English “advice” comes from the Latin “videre” to see so if I give you this advice it is not a prescription, it is only my way of looking at things in this moment

I think one thing I would like to point out is that you wrote: “It was that I was only with him for his money. Essentially: I am a gold digger.” There are a million ways of interpreting a single statement made by someone that we care about, and since so much of life creation begins with storytelling in the mind, you want to be quite meticulous about the interpretations that you align with and carry forward. I don’t think that “Essentially: I am a gold digger” makes the most sense logically nor in terms of experiencing what you want, which I assume is love, commitment, trust, and closeness

Why essentially are you a gold digger? Did he say that or did he say that he has an absurd fear that you might be with him for reasons other than who he himself is? “Money” —the word—and its associations make us react emotionally and indignantly “How dare you!!!!” but he said the same thing that you said, he shared the fear he has that maybe he alone is not enough for you

When you shared that you’re fearful of him being attracted to other women, did he say that essentially you are calling him a dishonest whore with no dick discipline? Would that make sense to you if he reacted that way or would you feel like hmm, this man is really making my fears about himself?

Your fears are yours and yours alone

I am guilty of wanting the perfect words or actions to assuage me but it never works out that way. You need to go into yourself and pour love on your fears and kill them

He can tell you everything you want to hear and then what happens when he’s out of sight?

What happens if he has to leave the country? What happens if you can’t have eyes on him?

Are we doomed to constantly revert back to fear?

See yourself as the only one 

Don’t entertain competition in your mind

Don’t dwell on these fears. Your subconscious can’t reason with you

Remove the negative imaginary conversations—not only are they a waste of time, they are by nature of reality active forces 

Be happy for him that his family takes care of him, not everyone gets that and it’s good

Imagine he will take care of you like his family taught him to. Imagine sturdiness and dependability. Imagine better than what you know

Wish him the best on his job search, remove safety-seeking in the form of judgment

You are deserving and you’re allowed to accept gifts from your boyfriend. Work on this asap, I think there's something in you that just doesn't feel worth it and you can't outrun that and nobody can appease that for long

And don't tell yourself that he got you kicked out of your last rooming house, even if it seems true. If you can choose any belief and create life with it, since you’re creating even when you’re not consciously aware that you’re doing so, why don’t you choose something that serves you both more? Why not tell yourself that the universe is conspiring to bring you closer to each other?

Loving and fearless! Avanti!

“The beautiful idea you awaken in yourself shall not fail to arouse its affinity in others.”

[r0mantic-f00l]

had thoughts about muggle!sirius and reader in modern world, so I wrote it. hope you guys enjoy!

Paradise

Gold rays of sunlight slips through the opened windows, the forgotten curtains flowing gently as the breeze whispers against them, a welcome chill entering the room as birds chirp their morning melodies. The sky is a bright blue, an indication that the Sun has been awake for a while now, refreshed and ready to smile upon familiar faces.

You are laying in bed, relaxing in the softness of the cushion beneath your head, the firmness yet comfiness of the mattress beneath your body, but most of all, basking in the feeling of your boyfriend's arm strewn across your waist, his breath on your neck.

In truth, you have been awake for a while, perhaps since 8am, but your body refused to leave personal heaven, and you knew you would hate yourself later for disturbing the serenity of this scene if you did get up.

Sirius snores softly behind you, making you grin. He has always been one to wake up late and stay up late. Unfortunately for you, that means you have to stay up late too because your boyfriend can't stand when you go to bed at a different time than him.

It doesn't feel right, he says. For him to go to sleep, he needs to have a whispered conversation, a kiss or two, then finally he needs to watch you go to sleep first, knowing that you're at peace in his arms.

He is quite sweet, really. Annoying, but quite sweet.

Disturbing the peace, an alarm rings out into the air, making the two of you groan as Sirius lifts his arm off your waist and wafts it around until he feels his phone (with his eyes still closed) and switches his alarm off.

"Sorry, darling." He murmurs with his groggy voice, a soft peck gifted to your shoulder blade as he settles back into his previous position.

"Hmm, it's OK." You hum, snuggling closer to Sirius' warmth.

"What time is it?"

Sirius shrugs.

"Dunno."

You sigh, though you are amused in your boyfriend's lazy antics.

"Maybe you should check the clock then?"

Sirius groans, yet he still moves again, opening his eyes this time to switch on his phone, which lays on the bedside table, to glance at the clock.

He places it back down again, and turns to your body once more, closing his eyes.

"It's quarter past 10."

You yawn.

"Weren't you supposed to be in work half an hour ago?"

Sirius nods, though you can't see, but you know his answer anyway.

"Yeah."

He moves again, lifting up his phone and dialing a number.

You turn to face him, staring at him as his hand rubs over his face, waiting for whoever he called to answer.

"Hello?" His groggy voice makes you grin.

"Yeah, hi, it's Sirius, Sirius Black." He clarifies, yet it isn't necessary as the person on the other line knows who the voice belongs to; the person has heard the croakiness a dozen times by now.

"Yeah, I'm not coming in today. I got a cold."

You smile widely, resting your head on his chest.

"Again, yeah. Well sorry Brenda but I can't help it when I'm sick, you know."

His attitude makes you snicker, hiding your face in his chest as Sirius grins at your amusement.

"Yeah, I'll see you on Monday. Bye."

He hangs up, tossing his phone on the bedside table as your laughter grows louder, allowed to freely laugh as loud as you want without Brenda hearing you.

"What did Brenda do to deserve that attitude?" You rest your chin on his chest, your entire body laying on top of his as Sirius' arms snakes their way around your waist, his eyes gazing down at you as his smile only grows in that charming, Sirius Black way.

"She questioned me, like I'm purposely missing work."

"Well, you are purposely missing work."

"She doesn't know that!" Sirius argues, making you laugh, and it appears as though the room has turned more golden in the wake of your joy. Or maybe that is just Sirius' lovesick gaze.

"You do know that you might be sacked? I mean, you're going to have to go back into work at some point if you want us to keep living here."

Sirius brushes his hand through your hair, a normal action that still makes your heart jump and your cheeks ache with a smile.

"It's fine, worse comes to worse I'll make my money on the street."

You tilt your head, a perplexed yet amused grin on your face.

"On the street?"

"Yeah, I'll parade around in that tight little black skirt you got, show off my ass to dodgy strangers with money."

You giggle, making your boyfriend chuckle as well.

"You do have a nice ass."

"Thank you, my love." Sirius drags you gently up his body and nuzzles your nose before giving you a soft kiss, making you melt in his arms as his hands hold your face, his fingers brushing over your cheeks as he pulls away and smiles as if he is in true paradise.

He really is in true paradise, his paradise.

"So what's on the agenda today, Siri?" You ask, a soft murmur but due to your close distance, Sirius still hears it.

"Well, I was thinking of making you breakfast in bed first."

"Hmm, what would you make me?" You sit up, straddling his lap as Sirius stares up at you like you're his angel, his goddess.

"Pancakes with blueberries and syrup?"

You nod, grateful that your boyfriend knows you so well.

"After breakfast in bed?"

"Hmm, maybe sex?" Sirius sits up, a magnetic force pulling him close to you as he grins cheekily, delighting in your laughter.

"OK, and after that?"

"We watch the news, catch up with the rest of the world, then sex again,"

"Right, then after that?"

"It'll be teatime so I'll order takeaway and we watch a film."

"..No sex?"

"Oh no, definitely sex afterwards."

You giggle, rolling your eyes at the reminder that your boyfriend is indeed a boy. But you can't help but think that your day will be a very good day.

Sirius grins. "Sounds good?"

You nod. "Sounds perfect."

He blinks and his eyes turn soft for a moment, love filling up and bursting out, as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear, his other hand holding your waist.

"I love you. So much." He whispers before kissing you, gentle and soft, like he wants to savour the serenity he feels with you not just in this moment, but always.

You pull away, resting your forehead on his as your hands run up his arms and snakes their way into his hair, running your fingers through his long, soft black waves.

"I love you too."

Sirius smiles, but with a mischievous glint behind his eye, his usual look, before flipping you over and kissing you with such passion, though with not as much passion as he would like due to your laughing fit, so he moves his kisses to your neck, smiling against your skin as he feels the vibrations of your laughter, the giddiness and love overtaking him too.

This really is paradise.

[invidiia]

AAAAAAAA

hmm…what about yan!Atsushi and a (gn) darling with a chronic illness? they’re very weak (physically) as a result.

꒰ YANDERE ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA ꒱

꒰ X A CHRONICALLY ILL READER ꒱

notes ; YESYES SORRY I DIDNT GET IT DONE THE NIGHT IT WAS REQUESTED, I WENT TO BED CUZ I WAS WORRIED I WAS GONNA PASS OUT ON MY KEYBOARD LMAOO,, BUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!

warnings ; being taken advantage of, crazy obsessiveness, stalking, sort of manipulation, red flags but red is a cool color

⋆ this man is probably one of the most obsessive yanderes i write for and i think some other people MAY consider that a stretch, but with my interpretation of some of the yandere characters, i definitely disagree.

⋆ if atsushi didn't kidnap you or didn't manipulate you into libing with him to the point where you can only see him, and he can only see you, then i hope your phone had notifications silences, because you get a gift, and that's nonstop messages from him all day, if not 24/7. quite literally.

"no, no, i just woke up from something, so i figured i should message you and ask.. but how are you? did i wake you up? oh, no, no! go back to sleep, i'll see you tomorrow at work!!"

⋆ constant texts from him, asking about your wellbeing and if he can do anything to help you. if you work in the ADA, he's constantly walking behind you, definitely not looking for an excuse to get you out of your work and help you out. and if you don't work in the same room, atsushi always finds himself walking back into the room you work in, hollering apologies to kunikida, who's yelling at him to get back to work, and when he does come back, even dazai tells him to work. maybe that's a sign he should stop coming to bother check on you every 15 minutes..

⋆ oh, but don't think you can have a peaceful weekend, because he'll be there, too! and who can say no to a tiger boy? it's practically impossible to decline any offer to atsushi! his sweet nature is irresistible, and even when you want to say no, he's already rushing to get you anything you could possibly need, before you can say anything other than i, um, or uh!

⋆ but being obsessive and kind doesn't mean he isn't possessive. any time he sees anybody else from the ADA being concerned about you, or even kind to you, he totally flips out! the moment you both get off work, he's blowing up your phone, asking if there's anything he can do to help you out, like cleaning up or helping you make your dinner, or if you still like him.

⋆ after confusedly reassuring him that you like him very much, he asks if you've made dinner yet, and if you haven't, he proceeds to ask you if you want to go out to eat with him. and if you say no to him, then he'll ask if he could come cook for you. anything he does for you, you thank him, but you'll never hear the words, "you're welcome". the only thing you've heard him say, was "no problem, i'm glad i could help you!"

⋆ who could say no to such a nice. caring guy?

[jtl07]

Writing shenanigans, I love it 👏🏼 I know I’m gonna enjoy this! Okay, here goes: Next week the Paris Olympics starts, yay 👏🏼 Soooo, what if Ava and Beatrice meet at the Olympics? Maybe they compete in the same sports, maybe not. Maybe they just meet at the hotel. Maybe they compete for two different countrys? Hmm… What sports do they play? And for which country? (I could totally see Beatrice be a fencer)

anon hello! you are brilliant, what a timely and perfect shenanigans idea!

part of me wants to make Beatrice compete in judo because i'm biased lol but fencing is also so freaking good ugh Beatrice why do you have to be the character who can do everything™?!? @daskum and i were chatting about breaking being part of the Olympics and now i have that in my head for Ava because wouldn't that be freaking awesome?? like Ava giving all the shade during the 1v1 and pulling out the most incredible tricks? but also having to be meticulous about pain management and overall care of her body, like even more than professional athletes already do. as in: maybe she still went through the car accident but she was able to meet Jillian and get the "halo" and and during recovery, she found breaking and its full body expression.

as for how do they meet … hm different countries could be cool - i actually huh i don't know how the whole Olympic village/housing works? i'm gonna search real quick lol [edit: putting my attempt at a meet-cute under the cut lol]

okay i'm back and lots of ideas from this NYT article (this link bypasses the paywall btw) on the cafeteria in Paris (which, sidenote: food must be so hard to balance for folks from outside of France because man, the change in routine plus the risk of causing discomfort if you eat something that disagrees with you? yikes).

but anyway, i'm loving this idea of them meeting in the cafeteria at this random time like in the article - maybe their first meeting is before they've each competed and there's nerves and inability to sleep (perhaps the time difference doesn't help either) and maybe Beatrice walks into the cafeteria and there's not a lot of people - no one from her team, thankfully, as she's not up for dealing with any of them at the moment. not that she doesn't get along with them, it's just - it's better when she's by herself. safer. easier.

anyway, Bea's in the cafeteria looking for something light and she hears this kinda whoop of joy. curious, she looks over, finds this young woman a few stations down who's utterly entranced with the offerings. she's talking animatedly with the staff person, who seems a little tired but is caught up in this woman's energy, and Beatrice can't help but watch her. she notices that the woman has not one, but two plates full of food, which she carries carefully to the station next to Beatrice. the woman notices Beatrice and gives her a bright grin. "so you figured out the secret too, huh?"

Beatrice blinks at her. "pardon?"

a blush paints over the woman's cheeks and somehow, her grin gets even wider. "that the middle of the night is the best time to visit the cafeteria." she gestures at all the stations. "all this food, just for us."

there's such unfettered joy in this woman's voice, in her face, in her entire body and between that and the lack of sleep and the stress - that oddly seems to be bleeding away with each moment Beatrice is in this woman's presence - Beatrice can't help but laugh. "you're quite wise. though," Beatrice glances at the two plates and the third the woman is now filling with food. "are you actually going to eat all of that?"

Beatrice is gifted with the most affronted look she's ever seen (which is saying something, considering her friendship with Camila and Lilith). "hey i bet your ass if eating was an Olympic sport, i'd have multiple medals by now. the world record board would just be filled with Ava Silva." she punctuates her statement with a rather aggressive bite of bread - after which she pauses, eyes wide. "holy shit that's amazing." she grabs another piece, glances at Beatrice. "you want one too?"

Beatrice flounders for a moment - she'd really only been looking for a cup of tea, but the bread does smell good - "not that I can't finish it, but yknow, we could share?" Ava continues, an inviting smile on her face. it shouldn't be as charming as it is, especially with the bit of crust at the edge of Ava's mouth, but Beatrice finds herself charmed nonetheless.

"okay," she says softly. then, because she's at the Olympics, because she just may have made a friend, she nods, smiles, and says a little more sure: "okay."

[bapydemonprincess]

Poetry

Prince Soma knows he is gifted in many things these English boys are just learning. From Maths to History, to Cricket and Latin, to painting portraits and learning various instruments.

But being in the Scarlet Fox House also means unique separate assignments via the House Master.

And this time their House Master has insisted:

"I want all of you to write the most romantic poem you can, from your own words! Your own heart and soul! No cheating and copying anyone famous, now."

And this is one thing the Prince finds himself stuck on.

He certainly didn't mind all the lovely romantic stories and poetry so far that the housemaster assigned, but...

Having to make up his own poem about something romantic??

He just.. doesn't get it.

A big thing Soma assumes is maybe there is a language issue. Do English consider romance that important? Do they define it differently here??

Soma knows most of his fellow House mates, especially Redmond and Maurice, but he has a feeling they both might be too busy these days to help him.

And the House Master himself is a good fellow, fun and amusing to listen to. He keeps Soma at attention very well!

But...

"Oh, what is there not to get, Your Majesty?? It is ROMANCE! It is what everyone, man and woman, eventually find! One day YOU will join one of those lucky sorts, especially with your culture back home, I'm sure, and become a KING with a QUEEN!"

....

Soma needs to find someone else to help him with this. There has to be someone.. maybe in another House??

He... is terrified of going near Violet Wolf House. He would only go to those guys in the most desperate of times!!

He knows damn well there's a reason Green Lion House doesn't have anything to do with poetry...

And finally he finds himself at Sapphire Owl House.

And almost is tempted to even try Ciel for a question even if he knows that boy likely doesn't care about anything romantic.

When suddenly Ciel's butler is coming around a corner!

A strange noise leaves the Prince and he is frozen, unable to take another step forward.

And "Mister Michaelis" also stops just after he'd come around the corner, staring right back.

"...Prince? Whatever are you-"

"I-I GOT LOST, I'M SORRY, I'LL-"

Suddenly he's in front of him, hand pressing to the Prince's mouth.

"Prince, stop yelling, your majesty, it's too early still for such theatrics."

The sweat drenched prince nods in agreement.

And Sebastian cautiously removes his hand.

"Now, why are you here? If you are looking for young m- ah, Phantomhive, he is doing class work at the moment."

"Well, um, I..."

Soma screams at himself WHY IS HE BOTHERING, JUST GO MAKE UP ANYTHING FOR THE POEM AND TURN IT IN.

"I was.. wondering if.. you could help me with.. an assignment...?"

"Hmm? Whyever me? I am the Blue House Master, not the Red-"

"BUT THIS ASSIGNMENT WAS CONFUSING AND NOBODY IN MY DORM GETS WHY, THEY THINK IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT FROM HERE, BUT-"

"Prince you are yelling again.."

"Augh, I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'm just so frustrated, I thought I could handle poetry and I have so far, but this.."

"What is it they want?"

The Prince bows his head, as if ashamed, and shuts his eyes tight as if he cannot bare to see the reaction to his next words.

"I need to write a poem.. about.. romance. Something.. romantic."

....

Everything is so quite. So quite the prince almost fears Sebastian left.

But he finally does look up...

And sees...

The butler looking deep in thought.

He is looking away over at the glass windows, eyes away into space. Thoughtful about this.

His eyebrows even go down.

...Confused??

"Hmm, well, the idea of "romance" is a very common topic when it comes to poetry. Especially here, for the English have so loved to romanticize even the most ghastly unromantic things..."

Soma is confused again.

"What?"

Is all he can say.

The butler lets out one of his rare chuckles, and smiles back down at the prince.

"Romance is not originally about love, your majesty. No matter what these h- ahem, English men try to put in your mind. Romance is a concept, indeed that humanity has thought of, but it has been used to describe so much more than the concept of falling in love."

".....Huh??"

Is again all the prince can answer with.

"Prince Soma, remember the day you first came here to Britain. What was that first excursion like? Do you recall how you felt?"

"....It.. was snowing when Agni and I finally took to the streets. I.. I was finally able to see snow for the first time."

Soma started to smile.

"It was so beautiful, in the dark of night, seeing this soft white stuff cover roofs and streets, while street lights glowed brightly. The way it was so small, but there was so much of it. Softer than sand! Lovelier! Prettier! And then we saw how everyone reacted to it. Children and mothers running briskly along. Horse drivers rushing to go faster to get to their destinations. The guffs of air from the people's mouths and from even the horses snorting and whinnying. And-"

Sebastian hand his hands gently on the boys shoulders.

"That, Prince Soma, is romantic."

The prince's eyes blew open wide.

"The joy of your first experience seeing snow. A moment that only happened once. You can never experience that same exact feeling ever again. It is a beautiful moment. Only for you. it is yours. That is the true concept of romanticism."

"I- I..."

Soma pushed the butler's hands off him at once.

"I MUST GO WRITE!!! THAT- THAT ISN'T THE ONLY MOMENT- I MUST GO DESCRIBE SO MUCH MORE!!!"

Sebastian smiled and waved.

"Enjoy your writing, your majesty," He called.

And the prince practically fell over, trying to stop himself.

To turn back and wave wildly to Ciel's Butler and grin.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!"

And Sebastian just smiled wider.

The poetry reading turned out brilliaintly.

In fact.. it seemed to go even better than Soma imagined.

He'd doubted all the way that his writing would meet up to the House Master's expectations, given what the man had been going on about regarding what he thought romance was.

But next thing the Prince knew, after his reading...

He was facing an entire classroom of crying, sobbing young men, as well as the House Master himself.

"BRAVO, Kadar, BRAVO!!" the House Master gushed, and stood from his desk to give a standing ovation.

And the other boys followed suit!

... Well, Maurice stayed sitting, arms crossed, refusing to look forward even though Soma HAD definitely seen tears escaping down his cheeks... in the color of his eye make up, no less...

And Soma grinned.

Yeah, this school sure was fun!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

HI HI! Hi :D!

I am the same anon who asked for headcanons with the base stardew valley crew reacting to a cottagecore witch/wizard who makes artisan goods, potions and enchanted goods!

So I come to you with another request >:D! The same idea as my first request but this time with Stardew Valley expanded and maybe Ridgeside Village if you feel like it. If not, then I am perfectly okay with you just focusing on one of them ^w^

Thank-you in advance!

Hey hey, dear anon 👋 Glad to see you again!

I'll leave only SVE in this ask, and describe all SVE NPCs (not counting members of The First Slash Clan besides Jolyne and Lance, since we don't know much about them yet). Enjoy 🫰💕

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SVE NPCs react to cottagecore Wizard/Witch!Farmer:

Well, Magnus wouldn't be surprised here, as he had seen Farmer's magical potential even before they arrived in the Pelican Town. But old wizard thought they would only be venturing into the farm's field of endeavour, and not yet into alchemy and enchantment. Magnus will be a little concerned, as Farmer actually needs official permission from the Ministry so they can safely brew potions and create trinkets without fear of being accused of illegal use of magic or even being declared a renegade. He's just giving them fair warning.

What in the tarnation is Farmer offering Andy? Huh? Elixirs? Heck no, he'd been burned once by some charlatan's "miracle ointment". After that the old farmer's hair fell out, which he used to cover his baldness with a cap (the hair grow back, the cap habit remained). So nope, though Farmer is his friend and he is grateful for their homemade mead, but he doesn't believe in any elixirs. And doesn't believe in magic either. Don't talk nonsense, Farmer.

Huh, both farmer and adventurer - and now a wizard/witch as well? Impressive! Jolyne truly admires Farmer and is grateful for all the healing potions they made for The First Slash Clan. She also notes that thanks to the cheese, pickles and other artisan goods that fill the clan's pantry, they will definitely not go hungry in case the enemy cuts off any opportunity to move to the mainland. Heh, talented person is talented at everything, right?

Sophia loves to visit Farmer's house, because every corner of their home is an aesthetic delight! All those little vials of spices, bottles with beautiful labels, the smell of herbs, the collection of gems. They even have a huge cauldron! She'll take quite a few selfies and photos, praising the aesthetics of her friend's home, as well as their generosity for the fairy roses and homemade fairy rose honey she received as gifts. However, whether the girl believes Farmer is a real witch/wizard is still unclear.

Along with her pink-haired friend, Scarlett will wonder and marvel at the beauty of Farmer's hermit witch-style farmhouse ("style?"), and won't forget to take a hundred photos for the "aesthetics" folder, too. She'll also really enjoy the trinkets Farmer made for her. A good luck charm? Hehehe, cool, she loves a beautiful green stone in jewellery, just like the real thing! Tho she will be surprised when the amulet lights up and starts working magic, really bringing a little luck into the girl's life. H-how?!

Victor always praised Farmer, saying that they "doing magic" when he tasted their homemade cheese or iridium quality wine. To which Farmer replied that "he hadn't seen real magic yet" and showed him a whole collection of trinkets they had enchanted to give him one ability or another. The spaghetti lover's jaw would drop at what he saw. Yes, he believes in magic, and yes, he believes Farmer 100% that the amulet he received as a gift will protect him from harm.

Well, well, well, what do we have here~ Camilla sensed potential in Farmer, but she didn't think they'd be casting difficult spells on amulets and armor at such a young age. Hmm? Official authorization? Forget those old farts in Ministry and Magnus' lectures. By the time they give permission, Farmer will be old as Razzy. No, a talent like that can't go to waste, and the Castle Village witch wants to teach Farmer more tricks. No, it won't interfere with their farming business either. Oh, she can't wait~

Ok, Farmer has a 'gift', and another mage/witch has appeared in the Stardew Valley. So what? Isaac meets mages almost every day, why should he be surprised by another one? The adventurer doesn't understand why there's such a dance and attention around Farmer at all. What's so special about them that almost all of his colleagues burned his ears? Making jelly and sorcery - well, great, but let them not bother him with trinkets and potions of dubious quality (Isaac knows about Farmer's abilities, but does not trust them, considering them self-taught).

Ah, a fellow wizard/witch? Lance is pleasantly surprised at Farmer's ability to devote both to farming and to brewing elixirs, which is also quite a delicate job. After all, put the wrong proportion in the cauldron and disaster is imminent. Like the old purple haired wizard, the gallant adventurer is a little worried about official permission for enchantment and spell casting from the Ministry, but knows that Farmer is an adult and will sort it out for themself.

Yay! Apples love the starfruit and raisins that Farmer makes themself and treats for them! Presents for Apples! And Apples' Friend does sorcery and brews potions, just like that slightly grumpy wizard! Apples can conjure forest magic too! Hooray for Apples, hooray for Farmer! Magic is all around, and they feel great. Oh, Apples want to give Farmer presents too! Mushrooms and flower that they make juice from to help people and Apples! Yay to Apples' Friend! *Meep!*

Hmm, strange. Alesia remembers exactly how her former teacher mentioned that their new member of the Adventurer's Guild is a farmer and adventurer. But not a word about magic, elixirs, or enchanting things. Maybe the sniper let that pass her ears, she has a mouthful of worries right now. No matter, she's glad Marlon is not left without magical support now that Farmer supplies him not only with provisions from the farm, but also with potions and enchanted rings/amulets. She is always glad to see noble and good-natured warriors.

To be honest, Olivia hadn't paid much attention to Farmer's unusual clothes or their home decor at first. Everyone has different tastes, and she even thought their pointy hats and capes were cute. She trusted the quality of goods that Farmer's produced at the farm, so she accepted the "elixir of serenity" without question, considering it just a homemade essential oil. The former Joja accountant would definitely be shocked when, after opening a few vials, magical chaos began to happen in her house. Well what did she want, Farmer had given her fair warning.

How is it Farmer was already ahead of Jadu in enchanting and elixir brewing skills! Such fine craftsmanship he hadn't seen even from the adepts in Castle Village! He had heard of the talented farmer from Stardew Valley, but he didn't expect that talent to extend to his realm as well. The young wizard wouldn't mind exchanging trinkets with them, as well as knowledge of enchantment. They have official permission from the Ministry, right?

Have mercy on poor Claire... She thought due to fatigue that the magical flow, flying books and running apples on the floor was her hallucination from lack of sleep. Farmer invited the cashier to spend the night in their house, as she missed the bus, and the girl thought that she would sleep well, not rushing to work in the morning. Except that the strange sounds and magic around her decided otherwise. At least the "vigor potion" helped the girl to be awake, even more awake than usual. She was afraid to ask about the origin of the potion, tho.

Oh dear, Farmer just spoils old Susan with their homemade cheeses, delicious pastries, and truffle oil! She is always happy to see cheerful young one, to praise their gifts, and to give them something in return. She may suspect something about magic and be a little afraid of it, but she realizes that Farmer is a kind soul, and that they won't slip her something poisoned. Especially after that plant growth potion that apparently her crops really liked. Susan's melons are so happy!

[allnightstay]

Day 1 - Anticipation 🔮

Maomao's Weakness

Jinshi uses Maomao's love for poison against her to do something he's always wanted to try...

Ler - Jinshi

Lee - Maomao

~ Happy TickleTober! I've been watching a few new anime and am excited to share these fics with you! I hope you enjoyyy

It was a slow day, and Jinshi was feeling quite playful. Due to a recent incident, he had been able to obtain 3 samples of non-lethal poisons and knew exactly what he wanted to do with them. He had asked Gaoshun to summon Maomao, stating he had a "gift" to give her. Knowing Jinshi is probably up to no good, Gaoshun internally rolls his eyes but abides by his orders.

"As you wish Master Jinshi, but do remember you have work to do today." Gaoshun reminded him, only to receive a few "I know"s from the childish man.

Maomao was currently in the field attempting to collect mushrooms for something she planned on making later, when she noticed Gaoshun approach.

"Good morning Master Gaoshun." Maomao greets with a bow to the man.

"Good morning, Master Jinshi has something he'd like to give you."

Maomao visibly cringes, asking herself what he could possibly want to give her. Doesn't he have anything else to do besides bother her?

The two walk towards Jinshi's office and eventually find themselves all together.

"Ahh Apothecary, how nice of you to show up." Jinshi's tone was playful and Maomao sensed it immediately.

Arms raised to her face, Maomao replies with "You did summon me here after all."

Jinshi was seated, but stands and asks Gaoshun if he could have a minute to give Maomao her gift in private. Gaoshun was a bit reluctant but Jinshi reassured him it would only be for a moment.

"Please be responsible." is all he says as he steps out to stand by the outside of the door.

Maomao shivers when she hears him say that, not knowing what Jinshi had planned.

"I have something I'd like to give you, Apothecary. I think you'll be really happy to see what I have." He says with a smirk. What is this man really up to? She's done nothing to earn a reward, could he just be feeling friendly?

He takes out 3 small bottles and places them on the table between them. Maomao's ears immediately perk up when she realizes what she thinks she's getting.. is that poison!?

"You see, I was able to get some extract of the poison that caused the lady in waiting to accidentally faint. I was told this poison is non-lethal, and I believe it is also one that you'd be able to handle." He smiles beautifully at Maomao, knowing she's beaming on the inside.

"Master Jinshi, are you really giving these to me!?" Her eyes were lit up brightly as she began to reach for one bottle, but was cut off my Jinshi's gentle grab of her hand. He pulls her on the couch he's sitting on, causing Maomao to fall in a way to where she's slightly leaning on him.

"Ah! Master Jin-"

"I have a small favor to ask of you, Apothecary. See I really want to give you these poisons, but I'm afraid I need you to do something for me first."

He still had his arm wrapped around Maomao, to which Maomao quickly removes and scoots to the farthest part of the couch.

"What exactly do you need?" She asks. She's willing to do most tasks knowing there'd be a reward of poison, but sometimes she really didn't know what to expect when it came to Jinshi. Afterall, it's not like he can really do anything too harmful, right?

"The task is simple really." He says as he gives her a jab to the ribs.

Maomao flinches and gives him a look of confusion.

"I never get to see you smile, l believe I saw it only once and I really enjoy how it captivates your appearance." Another jab to the ribs.

"What do you say we play a little game? Hmm?"

Ugh. There's no way he's really doing this right now. Doesn't he have paperwork or something to do??

But the poison... she tells herself maybe it's not what she's thinking.

"Master Jinshi.. what exactly do you have in mind?" Maomao asks nervously.

"Like I said, I simply would like to make you smile. I only require five minutes of your time. After that, you're free to take all these poisons for yourself~"

He sounds rather convincing, and Maomao has really been craving to taste something that makes her whole body go numb. What's the worst that could happen.

"Okay, fine. But I honestly do not laugh at most things Master Jinshi. It may be quite difficult to make me smile. So don't take it personally."

Maomao assures Jinshi he'd have a tough time making her smile, clearly not knowing what was about to come. She was getting quite anxious, anticipation creeping up inside of her.

"Alright then! Let's get started." Jinshi appears way too thrilled for what he's about to do. He starts to move towards Maomao, and, deciding to be bold, grabs her waist and pulls her down so that she is laying on the couch looking up at Jinshi.

Wasting no time, he starts tickling her stomach and spidering his fingers across her belly.

"Wa-Wahahat?? Ma-maha-master Jinshihihihi!" was all Maomao could manage to say before she was in a puddle of giggles.

Jinshi had a firm but gentle hold on her, smiling down at the now beaming face of Maomao.

"Whaaaat? I told you I had a little game. Only a short 5 minutes of you smiling, it can't be all that hard right?" He knew what he was doing but quite frankly didn't care. He loved getting any time with the Apothecary, especially time like this.

"Ahahahaha, I thought youhuhu would just tell some johohokes or somethihihing, I didn't agree to thHIHIHIS!! AHHHH HAHAHA"

Jinshi found a particularly sensitive spot on her upper ribs, eliciting a scream from Maomao. For someone so serious all the time, she was super ticklish. Jinshi relished in every moment of his torment.

"Shhh keep it down Apothecary, you're going to make Gaoshun worry! You wouldn't want this to end too early and not take home those poisons would you?~"

Stupid Jinshi. Maomao knew he was using her weakness to his advantage. She'll have to get him back for this one.

"Mahahahaster Jinshihihihi this isn't faahahahair!!"

"Now now little Apothecary, you did agree to this. Remember, you said something like 'Okay, fine.' Don't tell me you lied to me, that wouldn't be very nice." He says, sneaking his way up into her underarms. Only a few minutes have passed, it felt like the longest five minutes to Maomao.

"AHAHAHAH OKAY OKAY PLEEEEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHERE!!" Maomao was starting to lose it. But also, she notices the buzzed feeling she was getting from being tickled by Jinshi this way. Was she getting a little high from the tickling the same way she does with poison?

Her thoughts were broken by the sound of Gaoshun barging in, which in turn caused Jinshi to stop abruptly.

"Maomao, Master Jinshi, is everything oka- oh." He realizes the game they were playing. Gaoshun knew secretly deep down Jinshi had a love for tickling, as he'd find nonchalant ways to get Gaoshun to poke him in order to focus.

"My apologies. I heard a scream and needed to make sure you two were okay." Gaoshun stated.

"All is good Gaoshun, we were just finishing up here, right Apothecary?" Jinshi said with a silly tone and all. He was quite content with his results.

"Uhuh, yes. I am okay Master Gaoshun. Thank you. If I am no longer needed, I shall be taking my leave now, Master Jinshi." Maomao had a clear blush on her face with the sweetest hint of mirth still in her eyes.

"You are free to leave, and please don't forget your gift. Stop by again sometime hm?" Jinshi suggested. He may be wrong but he thinks he felt a hint of joy coming from Maomao. After all, she didn't seem bothered in the slightest for once.

Maomao grabs her little bottles of poison and trots back to her room. She's beyond flustered but also confused on why she actually enjoyed that moment. She's always bothered by Jinshi but for some reason this felt.. good.

Later that night, Maomao went to sleep thinking about the interaction over and over.

Maybe she will stop by again...

Ahhhhh this is my first TickleTober fic, I hope you liked it!! It's the second day though, so time to catch up on the next fic!! <33

[joshth647]

Sonic the Hedgehog & TADCarnival Oneshot (Name Pending)

So to practice my writing skills, I thought it'd be fun to do a small little fanfic crossing over my two favorite media: Sonic the Hedgehog and The Amazing Digital Circus, specifically one of its well-known AUs: The Amazing Digital Carnival! (AU by @sm-baby)

It's a wee bit short but I hope you guys don't mind. I will be also putting this up on AO3.

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Sonic has been known for going in the strangest, wildest and sometimes jawdropping adventures imaginable... so much so that it could very well be treated as a hobby.

But this "adventure" would be different than others...

One day, Sonic paid a visit to Tails in his workshop at Mystic Ruins, many years after rescuing Station Square from the flood caused by Perfect Chaos.

It was 7 in the morning when he arrived at Tails' door. Granted, such thing didn't matter one bit to him, because Tails would probably already be awake by then.

An adventure would be upon them once again, and the blue blur was going to make sure his friend wouldn't miss out on it.

Sonic: *knock knock* Hey, Tails! Ready to go?

...Strangely, no response.

Sonic: *knocks again* Uhh, buddy? You there?

...STILL nothing.

Sonic: Hmm. He's probably sleeping again. I think I should check.

Sonic opened the door and walked in, seeing the workshop exactly how he remembers it: well organized and clean. It's always nice to keep your workplace cleaned up.

After looking around the workshop, he deduced Tails wasn't there. He'd normally be working on a brand new invention like a plane, a gadget or something else. But this was his day off.

To the left, Sonic saw a painting of the Tornado, his airplane which he had gifted to Tails many years back, and a painting of the Tornado II.

Looking to his right, the hedgehog saw a computer; the same one Tails uses for research and other stuff.

Sonic: Tails is pretty good with technology. He got this computer last Christmas, if I recall. Quite the gift.

He took a quick look at the computer's screen to find it was open on a game... a game called "THE AMAZING DIGITAL CARNIVAL".

On the screen, Sonic could identify what looked to be a humanoid female figure with a harlequin hat, long sleeves, a dress with bells on its end and blush stickers. She had a smile on her face, as if she was inviting someone, maybe Sonic, to play her game.

Sonic had never heard of this sort of thing before. Tails didn't even tell him about it when they met yesterday. This was one hell of a surprise to him.

Sonic: A game, huh? Well, time to see what this is all about. I do wonder what Tails has been up to, though.

...Before he could even start the game proper, however, Sonic started to feel... something was happening to him. Almost as if he was starting to get...

...sucked inside the game...

Sonic: Alright, I'm pretty sure th- wait, what's going on?

Sonic noticed his own body was starting to vanish...

Sonic: Oh crap, this doesn't look one bit good.

...but before he could do anything about it, a flash of light engulfed him...

...and within a few seconds, he spawned in the game itself. Face first on the ground.

Sonic: Ugh... my head...

Sonic tried to regain his senses before taking a look at the new area... which turned out to be a hallway.

Sonic: Well, not sure what to think of this. I'm guessing that computer had something to do with it. But given Tails isn't the type of guy to make his stuff so dangerous, then it's gotta be Eggman's doing. Time to explore... whatever this place is.

After walking for a little bit in the dimmed hall, Sonic started to see rows upon rows of doors... each of which with their own little portraits, seemingly depicting the inhabitant of the room he would enter.

Sonic: Guess I'm not alone here- oh wait, that sounds too creepy. *snrk* Oh, what am I doing.

Sonic turned his attention to the first door he stopped at:

The Jester.

To the left of the door, a sign read: "STAGE 1: The Jester".

To its right, another sign read: "Help the Jester appeal to the audience, and she will support you for the rest of your stay!"

Sonic: Well, I guess since this is the "first stage", then this "game" might go easy on me... we'll see about that, though. I'm ready for anything it throws at me.

The blue porcupine then opened the door and hastily went inside, the door closing itself as Sonic wandered off into the darkness.

LOADING, PLEASE WAIT...

(TIP: You can find gift boxes around the circus which you can give to the bosses to unlock alternative outfits for them!)

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Sonic: Gee, really wish Tails were here right n-

Sonic interrupted himself as he looked down and saw none other than the Jester herself, with a sleek long harlequin hat, bells on all ends of her outfit and black leggings. The same one he saw on Tails' computer, just before getting warped into the game.

Sonic: Alright, jester girl, let's see what you've got. Surprise me.

He then jumps down to the ground, flipping mid fall before accidentally "breaking" his nose, humorously falling face first.

Sonic: Ungh. Thanks a lot, floor!

The Jester: YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WHO'S THERE?! Another hu-...

Awkward silence rained down onto the two as The Jester stared wide-eyed at Sonic, incapable of forming a single word due to sheer shock. But she soon regained her composure:

The Jester: Wait... you're not... a- a human...?

Sonic chuckled before spinning around and doing his trademark "finger wag":

Sonic: Who else could I be? I'm Sonic, Sonic the Hedgehog! The fastest thing alive!

The Jester: Sonic, huh? I suppose I've heard about you before...

Sonic: Ya have? Can't say I'm surprised. But if you need help with anything, then I'm here.

The Jester: Okay then, but first of all... I don't think I've introduced myself, have I...?

Sonic silently shrugged. He was just glad he got to meet a new face for once; polite, but also rather anxious.

The Jester: Okay, s-so... the name's Pomni, and this... er...

She couldn't bring herself to continuing before her anxiety got her, kneeling down and panicking.

Sonic: Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, calm down, it's fine!

Pomni: AAAH, OH GOD! I- I'm- I'm sorry! I- I just get really nervous when I'm doing this!

Sonic: Alright, just, try to keep it cool for a sec, you can do this.

Pomni sighed deeply before getting up and restarting her speech from the beginning.

Pomni: Okay, so, the name's Pomni, and you currently are in my circus tent!

Sonic: Cool stuff. So what exactly is all of this about? What's my move here?

Pomni: It's simple! I need your help in getting my audience to laugh, and since I'm a jester, the audience likes acrobatics! And other stuff, of course.

Sonic: Uh-huh, alright. Sounds like fun.

Pomni: I fear what my king would do if I fail my duty...

Sonic: Your WHAT?

Pomni: Er... y- you heard n- nothing! Let's- let's get started!

Together, Sonic and Pomni performed various circus acts, ranging from aerial acrobatics to riding in the Globe of Death to jumping across fire rings. It has to he SEEN to be believed.

After the finishing act, the audience cheered and clapped as Sonic and Pomni made a final dance, ending off with a dual bow and uttering "Thank you!" in unison.

STAGE 1 COMPLETE!

Before leaving the stage, Pomni took a moment to compliment Sonic for his skills.

Pomni: Phew... that was fun! Probably the most fun I've ever had... you did an AMAZING job back there!

Sonic: Haha, thanks. Probably should practice acrobatics myself one day.

Sonic looked around before taking a deep breath. All these acrobatics made him crave for a chilidog too soon, as his stomach was already growling.

Sonic: Anyways, I'm taking my leave. Got other stuff to take ca-

Before he took a step forward, however, Pomni tapped on his shoulder. The suddenness of it made Sonic turn around in confusion.

Sonic: Huh? What now?

Pomni: Sorry for that, but I almost forgot! Since you were so kind to help me out, from this point onwards I'll be your supporter!

Sonic: My... supporter??

Pomni laughed before getting close to Sonic:

Pomni: Exactly! I hope it doesn't bother you or anything.

Sonic: Er... not at all, actually!

Pomni: Excellent! May I guide you to the next stage?

Sonic sighed in relief, knowing he now had someone to look out for him. Still no sign of Tails, but hopefully Pomni made up for his absence.

Sonic: No ladies first....... is what I would say, IF I was a complete jerk!

Sonic and Pomni laughed in unison before hugging each other and making their way to the next room...

THE END?

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Lyric Poetry Event Translation (Day 7-9)

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lyric Poetry Free SSR Event | Prologue+Day 1-3 | Day 4-6 | Day 7-9 | Day 10-12 | Day 13 (Ice Flowers Date)

Translation under the cut!

✧ [Day 7] ✧

When Lucien arrives home, the moonlight is already spilling onto the windowsill, forming something akin to white clear pond.

MC: You've been working hard overtime. Have you encountered any difficult research problems?

Lucien: While there is indeed a difficult problem, it's not directly related to the project.

Lucien: It just took some extra time to solve.

As he speaks, Lucien takes out a small, delicate gift box from his arms.

Curiously, I unwrap the packaging, and a handful of cotton clouds dyed in shades of crimson and orange greets my eyes.

Lucien: When I left the Bioultima Research Institute today, I could already see stratocumulus clouds forming on the distant horizon.

Lucien: I want to share it with you, but unfortunately, I can't make it into a specimen.

Lucien: However, on the way home, I remembered seeing various glass artworks that mimic clouds.

Lucien: Although it doesn't quite fit the definition of 'specimen,' I still hope you can loosen the standards a bit and include this 'treasure' in our scope of collection.

Lucien’s note: Besides through photographs, sunset can be shared in many other ways.

✂———————–

✧ [Day 8] ✧

I can't help but smile as I look at Lucien's Moments on the screen.

Lucien's post: Making preserved fruit specimens turned out to be a tad trickier than expected, but the results are also slightly better than imagined.

MC: Now I kinda regret picking the biggest and prettiest loquat... Every time I look at them, I just can't help but crave them.

Lucien replied to MC: How about this, besides bringing back the specimens, I'll grab an extra bag of loquats on my way back too.

Lately, whenever we’re fruit shopping, those loquats at the stalls keep stealing my attention. Figured since it's spring and all, it's the perfect time for munching on loquats. So, we grabbed a bag to take them home.

The unanimously delicious and sweet fruit earned our seal of approval, and it got me thinking about turning them into specimens.

I heard the sound of keys being inserted into the lock at the door, and I smiled as I went to greet him.

Lucien carefully carries a glass jar in one hand and true to his word, he holds a bag of juicy loquats in the other.

MC: Thanks for helping out with making the specimens and bringing the fruit home, Professor Lucien~

I take the bag from him and don't forget to tiptoe and gently plant a kiss on his cheek as a "reward."

Lucien: Making preserved specimens in the lab is safer as many reagents aren't suitable for home storage.

MC: Hmm? Come to think of it, do you have any reagents secretly stashed away at home?

MC: Just like in movies or TV shows, the mysterious scientist’s home has its own hidden secrets~

Lucien: Well, shouldn't this classmate who helped me clean up the house last week know the answer to that question the best?

(there's none, because, besides he doesn't hide any secret from her, as he said, they're too dangerous to be put at home)

Lucien’s note: I heard that you can also add loquats to pear soup and stew them together. Maybe we could make this the topic of our next kitchen experiment?

✂———————–

✧ [Day 9] ✧

When I went out this morning, Lucien told me he'd be back later than usual, so I didn't have to wait for him.

The twilight sets in, and just as I'm about to send a message reminding him not to forget to eat, an email pops up.

[Desire to Share]

From: Lucien To: MC Date: March 6, 2024 (Wednesday) 22:58

Although I can’t come back on time today, I've asked someone to bring you the bits of my life that I want to preserve today.

Remember to sign for it.

[T/N: you can write a reply to his email!]

After waiting for a little, I received a document envelope.

The unfamiliar chart was carefully laminated and stored in a bag, with a note attached by Lucien.

"Today, there are several particularly beautiful flow cytometry results. Let's commemorate some of them as today's memory."

MC: This person is really...

I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked at the chart in my hand, my mind filled with images of Lucien, slightly worn out from intense work but with eyes shining brightly.

I open my phone and send him a reply. "Don't forget to rest in between creating those charts! And make sure to eat on time!"

Lucien’s note: Although there are still certain issues with the experiment itself and many parameters that need adjustment, this chart is indeed very good.

[Trivia: Annexin V-FITC is a flow cytometry reagent used for detecting apoptotic cells programmed cell death. Annexin V-FITC is utilized in flow cytometry in clinical settings for detecting apoptosis in various cells, including lymphocytes, for radiation toxicity assessment. It is utilized in cancer research and treatment for various purposes, which kinda makes me wonder if it has something to do with his cancer in the main story :"D]

✂———————–

[catalogercas]

T from the ask game!

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Hmm.

Jamie does drink, on occasion, but he doesn't like to drink very much and is privately glad Roy tells him not to drink at all most of the time

Keeley believes in astrology and reads horoscopes for herself, Roy, Jamie, and Rebecca all the time, maybe not everyday, but only because she doesn't have the time

Roy and his sister are not close with their parents. If they were, they would be watching Phoebe. (Also, the only thing Roy's ever really said in the show about his parents is that his dad's racist).

Phoebe was with Roy all the time when he was doing private training with Jamie, and Jamie always has coins on him for her.

Jamie and Phoebe are complete menaces together and can double team Roy to get anything they want

Simon came into the picture when Jamie was a teenager, and Jamie instantly disliked him, possibly with encouragement from his dad, because just like with Ted, Jamie thought he was playing mind games with him. Jamie didn't fully warm up to him until much later even though Simon was always nice to him.

Jamie has ADHD -- that boy cannot stop moving -- and is quite possibly autistic (he talked to the actors during a play? He didn't know he needed to bring a gift to a secret Santa exchange? He thought buying everyone a PlayStation would get them to forgive him for being a terrible teammate? He does not understand how social interactions work.)

Roy is also quite possibly autistic

I love reading other people's headcanons about ace!Jamie, but I really think that boy just loves sex (Demi!Roy, though, 👀)

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 2

Ito: (Who is this?) Girl: …………H-h-h-h-h-hel…. Ito: ……Hello.

Rare: Hello! Ito: ! Girl: Kyaa!? Rare: Rare-kun is cute as usual! Whoosh! Girl: …..! Ito: Um, it's okay. He’s a nice bird….. Not scary at all. Just a bit talkative.

Ai: Rare. Go to sleep. Rare: Hmm… Goo goo, zzzzzz… ………. Ito: (He went quite all of a sudden. Just as I always thought, he’s such a good boy.)

When I looked at the sink, I saw a glass on the drainboard. I thought maybe she had someone with her, and then I somehow remembered the woman in the suit from earlier.

Ito: (…Well, whatever. I shouldn't ask about things that Kosaka-san doesn’t explain.) (It might be something important related to work.)

I collected the box of donuts that was on the desk as per the note, and tried to return to the staff room…

Girl: ………

The girl looked down and looked like she was about to cry, and I literally could sense her anxiety and tension. Passing by her again made me feel a little guilty.

Ito: (…There’s tea, so she's a customer?) Can you eat donuts? Girl: Eh? Ito: Is there anything that adults have told you not to eat? Ai: ……..

Seeing the confused little girl shake her head, I placed a donut on a plate that had been taken out of the shelf.

Ito: I received this as a gift. But feel free to have one. Girl: .…..Thank you very much.

It was a small whisper, almost like telling a secret. I find her voice very adorable.

Ito: You're welcome. Well then…. ?

The moment I tried to walk away, I felt something holding me back around my waist. I looked and saw a small hand clutching the hem of my attire.

Ito: …Is there anything else you want? Girl: …….

She shook her head more vigorously than before, and went quiet with a troubled look on her face.

Ito: (Does this signal… "Don't go"?)

I slowly turned my gaze to his direction, and saw Kosaka-san let out a soft sigh.

Ai: ……………Well, I guess that’s how it is. Maybe you should be included as well. Ito: (Huh?)

Kamiya: Excuse me. Deputy, if you’ve got donuts, I'll make some coffee… Girl: ! Kamiya: We’ve got ourselves an adorable customer. Hello. Ai: That saves me the trouble of calling. Kamiya, it’s work. Kamiya: Huh? Ai: That’s Nonomura Yua. She will be under our care for a few days starting today. And the department in charge of her is the ST Dept. Yashiro will also be joining the operation. Ito: ! Kamiya: If we’re the one in charge, that means…

Ai: The request is… babysitting. Kamiya: ………. Ito: ………… Kamiya & Ito: Eh? Yua: ……… Ito: (So babysitting is also the task for ST Dept.?)

Kamiya: Wow. What a huge room. Is this the rumored xxx suite? Ito: Xxx suite? Kamiya: Or is it suite xxx?

The room that was prepared for us to live in during "babysitting" period was a room in a luxury hotel in the middle of Shibuya. Yua-chan looked around the room timidly.

Kamiya: Is this your first time here, Yua? Yua: ……. Kamiya: I see. I'm nervous too actually…. since this is my first time in such a big room. Shall we explore together? Yua: Explore…? Ito: …….. Kamiya: Yeah. I think we’ll feel more at ease if we become familiar with the whole room. But I'm a little helpless right now, can you hold my hand? Yua: …….. Kamiya: Thanks. I feel relieved now. Deputy, wanna join? Ito: ………………I'll be waiting for the report. Have a safe trip. Kamiya: Alright. Let's go!

Ito: (I wonder if Kamiya-kun has any younger sibling. He's really good at handling kids.)

I decided not to interrupt and leave her to him, so I sat down on the sofa. I looked through the chat from Kise-san that I had received while we were on the move.

Ito: (………………First grade elementary school student, living in Saitama. Shy, not an active type. Modest and gentle. Doesn't speak much.) ("I've already contacted the school about her absence during this period." "No allergies, no regular medication. Speaks in a soft voice, but there's nothing wrong with her throat.")

The reason for the request was that her mother had a minor injury. The cause was a fall inside the house, and fortunately nothing serious happened. Nevertheless, she still had hit her head, so she will be hospitalized for a few days, examination included. Unfortunately, her father is away on a business trip overseas. Worried about her being left alone at home, they turned to their friend, Roka-san. Which led to the consultation with Aporia and we agreed to look after her until she is discharged from the hospital.

Ito: (……………….It's basically just a brief profile and the circumstances.)

A few hours ago. All that Kosaka-san told me verbally was that it’s a "request" from her parents.

Ai: Here’re two things you should never mention in front of her. "Family topics" and "Voice volume or speaking style". Ito: …What is the scope of family topics? Ai: Talking about parents, asking about daily life, and any other topics that fall under the keyword "family" are highly not recommended. Ito: (If we have to watch our mouths that much, which means…) Ai: She and the Nonomura couple are not related by blood. Ito: ……… Ai: She was in an orphanage at the age of two, and the couple adopted her two years later. She still has vague memories of her biological mother, who came to visit her several times a year until she was taken in by the couple. She understands to some extent that her "mother" has changed into a different person, but I think she has a mixed feeling about it. Ito: Understood. Can I tell Kamiya-kun? Ai: Go ahead. Any other question? Ito: …….That would be all, sir. Ai: Any other information will be passed on to the person who actually needs it. That's all from me.

Kamiya: .….Oh. Two big beds for just one room… Wow, what a luxury glass window! This bathroom looks almost like what celebrities have. Ito: (… Looking after child while her parents are away. For that purpose, she took days off school, and stay in a hotel instead of at home.) (Still no explanation why this became a ST Department’s case. There’re still many mysteries revolving around this request.) ("Any other information will be passed on to the person who actually needs it”. Logically, other members should also be working.) (There has got to be a circumstance for this.)

Ito: ! Hello? Staff: “Hi, it’s from the reception area." "Onda-sama has just arrived."

Chapter 3