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moving-to-dreamwinged · 1 year ago
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lynn-tged-posting · 4 months ago
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tged webtoon ep 153 spoilers n thoughts below yadda yadda
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THE RENDERING BEING BLOWN AWAY IS SO GOOD ABDBDHSHAHAHAHAHA
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i LOOOVE visual gags like this WAHAHAHAA like i thought itd be the usual "jesus fuck hes tonedeaf", still silly haha but like we saw already BUT THIS RESOLD IT FOR ME HAHAHAAA LMAO
i had to double take too i had to scroll back up (while giggling like mad) and really Look at it and confirm "WAIT HOLY SHIT LMAO ITS NOT RENDERED"
extremely obsessed w verkis' expressions this chapter in general HEHEHEHE
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LIKE HE LOOKS SO DAMN HAPPY IN THIS PANEL HERE ITS A LIL FREAKY ALMOST WAHAHA
gigglin a lot at the two of them just. spinning and sinking down LOL verkis just couldnt bother w a better portal style, thats so real of him tbh like if it works dont fix it
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ALSO SUHO'S BODY IS STILL THERE EXISTINF yknow i thought itd be like a case where he like, died or smth but ig not!!! yippee for still being alive but also,,,, what state is he in,,,,,,
like. time HAS to have passed on earth, theres no way it was paused; when cheong shim (i hope that was her name its been a while) got transported and later verkis checked on her dad, its clear that time had passed since she "died"
so suho has to be in like, a coma or smth like that right? cause hes not dead, but then whos taking care of him??? his whole family has passed and bro only had that one friend and who knows where or what that friend is up to,,,
is this like a magical coma?!?!? where hes just. still in the boardroom suspended in. uuh soullessness??? im so curious,,,, need the next ep now
or well, wait he might not be in the boardroom i feel like someone would HAVE to find him n like. idk bring him to a hospital, bc he has to pay rent for that n like the moment rent stops rolling in of course a landlord would notice 😭 aaghh so many questions im genuinely so excited for this arc
AND JAVIER
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JAVIER RESOLVING TO BRING HIM BACK OOOHHH OOOOOHHHHH shaking him shaking him shaking him
idk hwo to explain how this makes me feel but ooghh my silly boy,,,, ASK HIM IF HE PLANS ON STAYING,,,,,,, u goofball,,,,,,,,,
god javiers come to love lloyd sm that he'd fight him to keep him by his side EXPLODES EXPLODES EXPLODES PUNCHJNG THE WALL
"i will use my powe- wait wtf MY MANA"
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ITS SO INTERESTING THAT HE DOESNT HAVE ACCESS TO HIS MANA HERE NOW
ik its like "duh its another world" but tbh i thought since he had a manaheart, the mana comes from that, or like he just. has mana in his body? idk if it makes sense but yeah, i didnt think of mana being an energy that comes from their world, i thought it came from them themselves if that makes sense
SO HIM BEING MANALESS IS SUUPER INTERESTING tho im sure javier could still like drag lloyd back hes a strong guy lol
i wonder then if lloyd feels it too?!?!? the lack of mana?? especially bc of his heart being yknow. all kinds of shit goin on w it
like can he still use his skills?? will the status windows still appear?? his mana in lorasia does seem to be unique after all, considering javiers interaction w it when fighting the bone dragon; maybe he still has mana?!?!?!
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SEOULLLL HERE IT IS!!! wow its polluted damn omg quite the poor first impression for javier 😭 "its like hell,,," nah bud ur just in the city youll b ok 😭
AND THE LAST PANEL OH MY GOD
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LLOYD AAAAHHH AAAAAAA IS HE OKAY
HE LOOKS SO,,, NERVOUS? SCARED?? HOLY SHIT AAH GOD HIS EXPRESSION
we dont see him being terrified a lot but when we do its like OUCHH YEEEOUCH god i hope he will b alright U HAVE JAVIER W U ITS OK
im wondering what it is specifically that hes worried abt,,,, being in the same world as himself? seeing the place where he lost his past family all over again? a combination of those maybe?? or maybe its an old anxiety of being out in seoul and not in his boardroom/in class/working, not entirely sure,,, or maybe im overthinking it and its the whole earth being manaless thing fucking w his body like i mentioned earlier lol
either way oooohh i hope he'll b ok,,,,
VERY excited for next week PLS I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS,,,,!!!! see yall then o7
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storiesbyjes2g · 7 months ago
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3.112 Cutting ties
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Love Day came upon us again, and it was so nice to have someone to celebrate with. Someone to celebrate, period. Sophia and I rarely did things traditionally, and I continued that trend by asking her out on a breakfast date. I suggested Vivianna's because it was the first place that came to mind, and I really liked their food. But Sophia was in goofball mode and said I wanted to see my girlfriend. I didn't like her saying that, but I loved seeing her in high spirits in those days, so I let it ride. When we got there, the host seated us at the same table from last time, and that sent her even more.
"It's a sign, Luca! If she's our server again, it's means you were meant to be."
I shook my head at her.
"You are way too high on life right now."
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She gasped, still giggling at her silly joke.
"Luca! She's here! I think she's coming this way!"
I was still shaking my head when Yasmine walked up.
"Happy Love Day," she said drily. "Y'all don't have restaurants in Oasis Springs?"
"Of course we do," Sophia said before I had a chance to even think of a response. "But we love this one."
"Hmph. You must really love this food. I wouldn't unfriend someone and still show up at their job. Are you ready to order?"
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Sophia looked at me in surprise but also trying to hide more giggles.
"Uhh...yeah, we're ready," I said, unsure if I should even respond to the first part.
When I finally looked at her, I saw her face matched her dry tone. Generally, she wasn't the cheeriest sim, but something was off. Granted, I was probably the last sim she wanted to see, but she should have been over that. Something else had to be going on, and I asked if she was okay.
"What do you care? I can't do this right now. I'll send someone else."
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She hurried away into the kitchen, leaving us utterly confused.
"What in the world was that?" Sophia asked. "And you unfriended her?"
"Yeah! She's been sending me mean messages ever since-"
"You broke up?"
"Would you stop with that?? She wasn't my girlfriend!"
I couldn't understand why she found this situation so amusing. It annoyed me, but her laughter was so contagious. I couldn't help but laugh, too.
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"Did she look different to you?" I asked.
"Sure did. I think she's pregnant."
"Pregnant? Yasmine? No way."
"She's definitely pregnant, babe."
"How do you know? She's not showing."
"Women know these things!"
"Hmph. Some sims don't need to be parents," I said under my breath. At least I thought I did.
"Luca!"
"What? It's true. She doesn't want kids right now. And she's mean...self-absorbed... Can you imagine her raising children?"
"I mean...I don't disagree, but... It's still not a nice thing to say. Maybe taking care of someone else will be good for her."
Nice or not, I meant every word. It was hard not to get upset about it. Sims all around us kept popping up pregnant unexpectedly while Sophia and I woohoo'd each other's brains out to no avail. WE want a baby! Why won't it happen for us? It wasn't fair. But I didn't want to ruin our date with my petty, jealous thoughts. That rant would have to remain in my head.
"Anyway... You excited about moving tomorrow?"
"You know it! I can hardly believe it."
"Yeah, seriously. I've been thinking about that house for so long... I have to keep reminding myself this is real life."
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My Social Bunny chime went off, so I checked to see who sent me a message.
"Oh...it's Maira."
"Why do you say it like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're surprised your friend is messaging you."
"I'm not surprised. It's just...I don't know. Every time I hear from her, I feel bad."
"How come?"
"Because I'm such a bad friend to her."
Sophia's lip quivered.
"I highly doubt that."
"It's true though! I never call her. She's always the one reaching out. Even back in the day it was like that. When I was open to dating her-well, she says we did date, but whatever. I got mixed signals, so I kinda stopped putting energy into our friendship. Then I met Yasmine-"
"While you were talking to me," she said sarcastically.
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Like a light switch flicking on, I understood why she continued to joke about me and Yasmine. She still felt some kind of way about realizing she wasn't the only one I was talking to, and this was her brand of petty behavior. I shook my head because I knew she would never let that go, and the jokes were a permanent part of our marriage.
"Yes, I was talking to you. I met Yasmine and Chi Chi-"
"I thought you didn't date her."
"I didn't. She came to my classes a lot and invited me to her house a few times."
She eyed me suspiciously, but I continued my story.
"Dating, having female friends, and all of that was new to me. I didn't know how to say no to her. I couldn't say no to her; you know how she is. And I was talking to you on top of dealing with my own issues... It was a crazy time, and I didn't know how to handle it all, so I ended up neglecting Maira. I feel bad because it wasn't like that in the beginning."
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"You didn't have any distractions then."
"Yeah...that's true."
"Do you think it's time to let her go? Everyone's not meant to be in your life forever."
"I know. That might be part of the issue. I want to be a good friend while being respectful to you, but I honestly don't know how she fits into my life anymore. But severing the relationship? I don't think I want to do that. At least not yet."
"Okay." She turned back to her food and took a few bites before a very obvious idea let up her face. "Since we're moving now, we should do a combo celebration! We can turn my birthday party into a housewarming party! Invite her to that."
"Oooh good thinking! You know I married you for your brains."
"Ah ha! The truth comes out."
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kq-rescuecenter · 2 years ago
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🐾 Welcome New Friends ⭐️
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Oh hello! Thank you all for coming! We’re still getting everyone registered and situated in their respective rooms! But we do want everyone to meet them our first batch of hybrids we have… what?… what do you mean some of them shifted?… who? Oh… it’s okay they’re probably just nervous! Please come along this way! They’re excited to meet you!
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First up we have Hongjoong! He’s a Red Squirrel, super sweet and kinda shy! He has an ouchie on his leg though. So he might not be out for long.
𝗛𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 - Thank you all for coming! I’ll be inside
Next we have Mingi! He’s a Labradoodle; he’s such a cuddle bug and loves long walks during the night hours. He’s partially blind in his left eye, so please announce your presence if his back is turned.
𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶 - ((waves)) Hello
Now we have Yeosang! He’s a Chinchilla; he’s a little shy but when he gets comfortable he loves so snuggle up close to you and watch movies or nap! He’s usually in his Chinchilla form so we are very proud that he decided to show us his human form for grand opening!
𝗬𝗲𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗴 - i.. I made the macaroons
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Why hello silly~ we have to retake the pictures for the others! This is Seonghwa! He’s an Orange Holland Lop ; he’s such a goofball and likes to follow you around in this form. He also loves to give kisses! He’s so sweet!
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘄𝗮 - ((rubs his face and ears))
Aww Sannie why are you sitting all by you self? Huh? This is San! He’s a Ragdoll Cat! He’s a little feisty in this form, he likes his alone time and sunbathing! He does get really clingy around nighttime, he won’t leave you side and will sleep snuggled up to your chest throughout the night.
𝗦𝗮𝗻 - ((hisses))
I can’t really get any closer than this, i don’t have my protective gear on. This is Yunho our Alpha Wolf. I have been told he is outside because he was trying to chase and potentially bite San and Seonghwa, he should have already been given his medications and should calm down but we do ask that if you are wanting to see him to let someone know first.
𝗬𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼 - ((puts his head down for a nap))
❗️ If you are wanting to house Seonghwa or Yunho, please let someone know. They require a few more steps before they can leave the center! ❗️
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These two are our transfers. They came from and illegal hybrid zoo up north. They’re very friendly and sweet but they are not up for adoption for the moment.
Hello Youngie~ yes you! This is Wooyoung! He’s a Fennec Fox! He’s such a ball of energy, he will definitely keep anyone on their toes. Something new he likes to do is play hide and seek or peek a boo! It’s so cute~
𝗪𝗼𝗼𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 - ((boops the camera))
Well hello sweetie. Did you just wake up from a nap.. And lastly we have Jongho! He’s a Koala! We are unsure if he is ready to be placed in a temporary home. He has become very attached to us and introducing a new person might be a little too much for him. But if you would like to try, let one of us know and we can start the process!
𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼 - ((hides back in the leaves))
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And that’s all of our babies here at our Center! We are hoping to have the rest of them registered in the next 2 days! If you have any questions or would like to inquire about a specific hybrid we have, feel free to send us an ask with your questions and someone will get right to you!! Please enjoy these yummy treat while you look around! We also have treats for our shifted babies if you want to see them!
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monsterfloofs · 2 years ago
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Green City is the placeholder name for Barbie’s territory, and here are some of my favorite folks from the head honcho to some of the normal citizens!
Barbeus: High Demon in charge of the city, most of you know about him already! Grumpy boy =//3c
Eric: Belongs to my lovely friend @faeriemere, assistant to Barbie, helps run the technical side of the city.
Jitterbug (Jesper): Barbie’s right hand man on the street-side. Stalks the city to find and terrorize any would be trouble makers. Nicknamed for the shakes and tremors he has. JB has semi-control of these tics, and will heightened the effect to intimate others by seeming unhinged. He is also a fantastic dancer =3c
Valentine: If Barbie is considered the father of the city, Val would be considered the mother. Strong demon mum who will kick your butt. Has a fiery temper, no patience to be taken lightly, and a strong sense of justice. The city fears her, even Barbie is cautious not to make her mad. x//Dc She runs a very classy establishment for singers and other musical entertainment. A well renowned signer herself. If she likes you, she will adopt you in a sense of the word, but don’t let her know someone made you cry, she will destroy them.
Sly: Local mirror station ‘radio’ host, with chaotic energy. Hyper and silly, but is mistakenly seen by many as a loan shark for the way he talks and dresses. A little scatterbrained but has a good heart, despite his bright untrustworthy appearence. Has a high pitched HIHIHIHI laugh when he finds something extremely funny. Chaotic goofball!
Stella (Purple horns): Sly’s assistant. An imp who got swept into the radio man’s antics when he offered her a better paying job than the one she had as a secretary. She didn’t realize she would feel like she is babysitting him though! Practical and punctual, her boss is anything but, which has been tough on her, please pray for her and give her lots of coffee. Sly doesn’t mean to drive her bananas ;U; )
Mellow (Green hair): As name suggests, Mellow is very chill. Happy to join in why Sly’s shenanigans with a goofy smile. Is the moderator and peace keeper between Stella and Sly. Mellow looks up to Sly a lot as a boss, and had their hair colored vibrantly to mimic the goofy guys. Is in charge of making sure the mirror networks are working properly and other magical hiccups that may arise.
Wally: Relaxed and goofy imp that works under Barbie’s main big building. Is one of the best paid imps there is. A little ditzy and silly, but tries their best to take care of and help other imps in need. (Imps are techincally the bottom of the food chain besides humans) Is dating Mere’s Eric <3<3<3 And there was an incident with a cake this one time. . .
Benny: Fiesty taxi driver, who couldn’t win a fight with the other person’s hands tied behind their back. He still tries though! Pretty much lives out of his taxi, broke baby who usually spends all his money on food. This string bean eats a LOT, has a very high metabolism! (Most imps do!)
Rat (Rathbone): Shady crooked creature, who slinks around in back allies like raccoon in a trenchcoat. Don’t feed him, he will follow you home and is next to impossible to get rid of!! (Somehow keeps letting himself in, you swear you’ve locked all the doors and windows.) Rat knows the streets and secret short cuts like the back of their grimy paw. The resident ghost of the city. Has been known to come out of no-where and rescue folks from muggers… by smashing a bottle over the bad guys head and then proceeding to steal their wallet while they are unconcious. Is happy to help someone in a pinch, and can be swayed by offereing some kind of compensation. Also is a bit of a pervo—(Don’t kiss him, you don’t know where he’s been)
Mac: Ill-tempered bar keep, dislikes loud noises, rude people, people in general, and fighting. Won’t hesitant to throw someone out a window. The safest bar in the city if you need to hide from someone. Mac will be your brick wall. Secretly a very big sweetheart behind those threatening growls. Enjoys cutesy things in private and tends to a garden in the back.
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iconoclast-infidels · 5 months ago
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"So you're cute and funny and now so willing to make accommodations. I got the whole package." He kept chuckling. "You know I know you know it."
Gary was more of a fret in his head. He was a newer family addition when they left and as much as Nico's heart missed him, he wasn't sure the animal would feel the same. Animals seem to adapt better to change than people do. He's never seen them as "just animals" or anything like that in a lesser way, but as a being that can speak to the vultures he still knows the animals have different intelligence than humans. Sometimes he wishes he could spread his own vulture-like wings and become one so he wouldn't have to keep dealing with the nuances people do.
"You sure? I hope so." He liked to think Gary actually remembered him. After fours years he was worried. "I've thought about him a lot. Mostly in the tub. Ernie might have rubber duckie. But Gary the penguin is who made bath time lots of fun for me." It was probably silly, but how could Nico step in a tub without thinking of that penguin? "I wish I could speak penguin too."
"See? Exactly. Totally a rule. It's gonna be fine."
He was glad Dmitry didn't take offense to how he was poking at him. It was meant to be playful. He always put his cards all out there in his own way so he could be heard, but it never meant anything more than affection, a way to grow together. He didn't usually actually think to be glad really. He was so used to Dmitry being the one that understood him, but after the break he wasn't going to take anything for granted. The rest of the world wasn't like Dmitry.
Some call it sass or even cynicism, but Dmitry interpreted Nico like he was his natural born language. If Nico was ever angry or being confrontational it was unmistakable. Hints and passive aggression wasn't his way. He came right out and said it. This was playful fun. If a little teasing couldn't be handled, don't date a demon. Fun fact, he can be teased back and it's like water off a duck's back. Nico once considered writing a book on that, a how to guide in the middle of watching their journal entries to help build a bridge between demons and humans, or just for shits and giggles, whatever end. He lost his confidence during the break. Maybe he'd reconsider again at a later date.
"Fuck yeah I am!" He may have gotten a few years older, but he still had the ability to the spazz out of nowhere even if his usual temp was a somber brood and zoom into a goofball mode. He flailed up with a jolt of energy. "You could watch me foreverrrr. Hell, babe. You might be flipping channels, trying to find something good. But nah. You gonna find yourself right back here for the thriller." Then even saying the word Thriller made him think of Michael. " Your Thrillerrrrr Thriller niiiiiiiiight. Fuck it. Just call me MJ. I'm about it." He kicked his foot out at the ankle, crossed them, hit his toe to the floor, and spun in a circle. He even tried to do the little pants tug at the end, but they didn't go far considering he always wore skinny ladies jeans. But hey he tried.
So, there was a little silliness before they held hands to get out of there. Nico had to settle himself down anyway because watching Dmitry look off balance sobered him.
"Shit. You..." He was about to ask if he was okay, but Dmitry seemed to get there himself first. "Okay. Let's do this. Yeah, Lisbeth can sit here if you want. She's your call. Hold on."
Then he did a double take making sure Dmitry looked stable even though he said he was fine and went to find a bowl to leave down for Lisbeth. "There we go."
"I'll keep her company."
Nico's face went pale... paler. The voice. A voice on the Hell Radio. Nico bore a clenched jaw and a face of annoyance.
"Seriously, not right now. We're trying to leave here."
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"I was just-"
"Don't."
"But DMITRY!"
"If you manifest right now I will unalive you again. I swear to fuck, Jovan. This is our time. OUR TIME. Me and Dmitry's. Do you hear me? You will wait. You guys can have time later when he gets back. You will wait until I give the signal or I'll break every guitar in this house."
"You would not! You'd be fucking yourself."
"I've been alone a long time. I'm pretty good at that by now, buddy. You're missing the point."
"Fine! But I'm cat sitting."
"Fine! You can cat sit, but shut the fuck up. You're ruining my concentration. I'll never be able to step into the veil this way. You know I gotta focus. FUCK! Fuck it all."
Then as Nico realized he was arguing with the invisible entity in front of Dmitry he resigned to it all. Even if Dmitry could only hear Nico's side of the conversation. It didn't matter. It was probably easy to deduce what was going on here.
"Oh. Did I mention Jovan came back and never leaves me the fuck alone? Talk about Hell on Earth."
Then he made a face like he was responding to Jovan.
"I'm kidding. Kidding obviously. You're mother fucking Casper with a guitar." Then he waited a couple moments as he looked at Dmitry and smirked. "More like Beetlejuice always popping up at the wrong moments."
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"Alright. Alright. Is everything settled? Can we all let me focus. I'm trying to go to Russia here. Veil. Veil. Totally in focus mode."
Right then a bird on the window started to flap it's wings and caught Nico's ears and threw off his concentration again. He darted his head to the right and saw it. It flew off.
"What the? I swear. I'm not a natual at this magic stuff. The universe is just trying to make me lose my cool right now." Then like a mantra he said, "I. Am. Un-Fuck-With-Able. I. Am. Un-Fuck-With-Able." He took another deep breath. He blew out. "Also, for the record. I don't care if we're going to Russia. Anybody asks who I am, I'm saying you're husband. I'm like a Swedish gay submarine, bitches. Okay. I'm good."
Jovan was giggling in the inbetween over by Lisbeth knowing the reference, but Nico didn't bother to explain himself if Dmitry didn't.
He took Dmitry's hand and stood side by side with him confidence and focus ready.
"Oh no, the horror! You, clinging to me, how will I ever live?" he giggled, not minding one bit. And about the mug, "Hey now, y'know that coffee is serious business. Это жизнь!" Life itself. "You'd go to the moon just for me if I asked for moon dust, you know I know it," he teased right back at Nico.
"Gary will be fine, I promise. He lives in a forest with... it's technically not a lake, but might as well be. We'll figure it out, he misses you," he said, hoping to reassure Nico.
He listened about Nova and nodded. "It's so a thing, definitely a rule." In truth, though he did believe that was true, he was also saying it for his own sake - he had to believe his mom would forgive him and not hate Nico either. It was the most important thing to him; he needed to keep his family together and his mom was family, but just as much as she was, so were Nico, Nova (whom he wanted to know better), and Nico and Dmitry's pets. He'd even have gone as far as to include friends in the list, like Amy and Jovan and Sammy - only, Jovan was now dead, Sammy had a very important job, and Amy, well... he hadn't seen or talked to Amy in years either. He'd really just isolated himself the entire time, not even realizing in the process how bad it had been. He hoped he'd never wind up in that kinda spot again. He didn't think he could handle it, and he didn't want to put Nico through that, not after having promised not to. He fully intended to keep that promise and guard it with his soul.
But then Nico pointed out Dmitry's selfishness in a way that felt... not judgemental, no. It was true, what Nico was saying - he'd never really seen how much of an effect on others his own mess could have, not like this. But then, he had never even thought it would be possible for an infernal transplant to take place, let alone two in one night. No, the American Mary situation had been far too much at once, and as much as he kept telling himself he was over it, he really truly wasn't.
But Nico was, instead, being sweet. He had pointed out the selfishness now more in appreciation than anything. At least, that's what Dmitry was getting from Nico's feelings: a whole lot of cuteness overload. "What, you're a cinema now? A Hollywood treasure?" Dmitry asked deadpan, but definitely referencing that one song. He had a sense of humor. It was also not exactly up to date.
He watched Nico empty out his nag and change into better shoes, and then when Nico offered his hands, Dmitry took them and stood up. He paused for a moment, eyes closed, holding tight to Nico so Nico wouldn't let go just yet, looking a little pale. Evidently, he'd stood up too fast. Once he felt better, he let go and nodded. "Let's go. Lemme uh... Water for Lisbeth, I think it's easier if she stays here maybe?" he suggested. He also threw his own shirt on, over Nico's shirt he was still wearing, not wanting to face Russian weather with no sleeves at all. That simply wouldn't do. "I'm ready."
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adventures-written · 2 years ago
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Another Munday Prompt
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👣 How many OCs do you have? Which one is your favorite and why?
Sir, I'm feeling attacked right now........
Heh, so...My list of OC's is expansive? It would be hard to count them all. Pretty much any little dude I make, whether it's for a DnD campaign or just a silly goof is up there in my head. You don't wanna go in there, trust me.
Picking one favorite is hard if I'm honest so I'll do my top 3;
Axel Darren - He is a soft hearted person who will fight to protect his friends. He was experimented on by his parents at a young age and has a sort of 'shield' for skin, so he's hard to hurt outwardly, but he still has squishy insides. Why is he a fave? Probably because he's one of the most prominent muses I RP with my partner. He's also just generally my soft little guy who is too kind for his own good. He genuinely wants to believe the world is good despite everything.
Bastian Wright - OK, this dude was a JOKE. I was playing around with Sims 4 one day like 6 yrs ago and made a freckled red head human who I stuck in a house full of vampires....And then the idea sparked from there? He's a goofball who loves cryptic things. Avid ghost hunter and a kind soul. He gets himself into a lot of trouble on his own. Something bad always tends to happen. Whether he dies or gets blinded or any number of things... Why is he a fave? Because he's a goofball, and it also gives me as the writer a way to express my own love for cryptic things. They're genuinely fun. This boy is precious.
Malik Rashad - Honestly? Not gunna lie, this guy was purely created to be a grumpy person in the Borderlands verse so I could poke a friend and their OCs. And then he became more. He's a grumpy sword wielder with insomnia and a cigarette addiction. Why is he a fave? Because, at the end of the day, he has a tragic back story and he does bad things, but he tries to still be a good person. He's fun to play and just generally poke and be a shit with people.
(Some honorable mentions are; Fiadh Madagan, Oryan Stalite, Ronan Donovan, Rayne Viktas, and countless more...)
✍️  Do you prefer discord, tumblr, google docs, or in-game RP? What makes it (or them) your preference?
Discord and Tumblr are my go tos, but sometimes I really don't have the energy for Tumblr. Tumblr is a lot of work and dedication. I love it, but it can also play on my brain sometimes. Discord I find to be easier to handle when I'm having a bad funk brain day. Mostly because I can hide there with friends.
Aaaannnd making RP servers is kinda fun...plotting all the things.
Discord is available to mutuals if we've interacted a bit.
⚠️ Are you cautious about who you RP with or do you just dive right in and see where it takes you?
Depends on the person. Some are easier than others. In depth answer here.
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kookiemuffin · 3 years ago
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🧃 Chalky Afternoon ~
🌷little Jimin & Jungkook 🌷
🌿no tw
The weather was finally warm and sunny, sitting at a comfortable 70 degrees. The fresh green leaves rustled together in the wind, above where Jimin and Jungkook and were using chalk on the sidewalk. They had been out for only 10 minuets and had drawn many colorful things. Jungkook made a slanted and rainbow hopscotch, that he jumped along over and over again, while Jimin drew his favorite animals and balloons.
“Kookie! Come wook!” Jimin called out, catching Jungkooks attention. He came bounding over happily, his hair bouncing on top of his head.
"Hehe, cute! Why dat froggy pink?" Jungkook asked. He thought frogs could only be green.
"Jus' cause." Jimin shrugged. "Hobi says anyfing can be any color." Jungkook was satisfied with that answer. Hobi was always right in their minds.
The two were happily conversing in their own world, as Jin and Namjoon kept a quiet eye on them. If the boys could get along with out their caregivers intervention they would take it. Jimin and Jungkook tended to get along pretty well, but if one was feeling significantly smaller than the other it became harder for them to communicate. That's when the hair pulling, crying and shouting would start.
Thankfully, today they both seemed to be around 4 and it would probably stay that way. Jimin dug his hand into the chalk bin and took out a purple chunk that had been used. Then he started doodling what looked like a sort of fish, while Jungkook watched. Jungkook picked up a discarded orange piece of chalk and started making a very messy jelly fish. The pair continued to draw different sea creatures for a long time, but soon all their work was making them thirsty. Jimin stood up and wandered over to Namjoon, who was sat on the stairs outside the house. He leaned over his lap and whined.
"What's up, Jimin?" Namjoon asked, petting Jimins hair.
"Juice pease." Jimin said, lifting himself back up. Jungkook heard the word juice and bolted over like an excited puppy.
"Me too!" He exclaimed with a big smile. He seemed to loved juice more than life itself.
"Here you go, I had a feeling you'd two want these." Jin said, reaching behind his back and picking up to two juice boxes. He unwrapped the straws and poked both of them into the small foil on the tops of the boxes.
Jimin took his carefully, not wanting to spill a single drop, while Jungkook grabbed his a little to forcefully. Some of the juice shot up through the straw and landed on the steps. Jungkook pouted, staring at the small puddle.
"It fell out~" He mumbled sadly, looking back at Jin.
"Don't worry, there's still lots left in the box." Jin said, rubbing Jungkooks cheek with his thumb. "Next time, if you take it gently, it won't spill"
"Okay." Jungkook said, taking a drink of his juice.
Jimin wasn't near by to witness the juice situation, he had already wandered off into the near by grass and was laying on his belly. The warm sun wrapped him in a bundle of warmth, and the soft breeze tickled his face. He listened to the birds singing their songs and started to get a little tired, so he rest his head on his arm, while he held onto his juice in his other hand. A couple minuets passed and after counting six cars that drove by now and then, his eyes started to get droopy.
Jungkook was distracting both Jin and Namjoon with a silly game of i spy. Jungkook never revealed his answer as to what he spied, until Namjoon tickled him into a fit of giggles. He was quite the goofball and liked to make up his own rules. Soon, I spy turned into "Watch me spin in circles", which ended when Jungkook fell on his bum, laughing hysterically.
"My goodness, you have a lot of energy today." Jin exasperated, hoisting the giggly Jungkook back up to his feet. He dusted off the littles shorts and fixed his hair a bit.
"Do you want to take a walk down to the pond?" Namjoon suggested, catching Jungkook before he started going in circles again.
"Yeah!! Let's go!" Jungkook cheered, scampering off down the sidewalk a few feet before stopping. He knew not to run ahead too far.
"Okay, C'mon Jimin!" Namjoon called, turning around to find the boy. He was startled for a moment when at first he couldn't find him, but relaxed and chuckled to himself when he did see him.
"What?" Jin asked. Namjoon pointed to the grass, where Jimin was laying down.
"Is he asleep?" Jin laughed, walking over to where Jimin was. He kneeled on the grass and softly rubbed Jimins back. Jin turned back towards Namjoon and nodded, confirming that he was in fact asleep on the ground.
"Jimin-ah." Jin said quietly, shaking his shoulder. Jimin slowly opened his eyes, squinting up at Jin.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Let's get you inside for a nap." Jin suggested, picking Jimin up into his arms. Jimin nodded silently and rest his head on Jins shoulder.
"I'll take kookie. I'm sure once we get back he'll need a nap too." Namjoon said. Jin agreed and headed inside, while Namjoon and Jungkook took off down the road.
Jimin had pretty much fallen back to sleep and barely budged when Jin laid him down on the couch. He still had his now empty juice box in his hand and refused to let go when Jin tried to take it from him.
"Mine..." Jimin had whined out, his eyes still closed.
Jin smiled, it wouldn't hurt to let his little boy sleep with a small cardboard box, would it?
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thetorturerwrites · 4 years ago
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Welcoming Work
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Summary:  “I’m…” You faltered, trying to find a way to explain what was happening to someone who likely had no idea about any of this. But he nuzzled you like a puppy, and your smile led the way. 
“It's welcoming work.”The way he sat up straighter, moved your hair to one side so he could see better, and leaned into you, threatened to melt you into a puddle of goo.
“I need to welcome a new city,” you said. “New job. New apartment. New opportunities and friends.”
Author’s Note: My favorite slut is at it again, this time with a little woo thrown in. 
Also:   The contents herein come with facets of my own witchery and practice. If this doesn't line up with your practice, don't come for me. All paths are inherently personal, and I'm not gonna argue mine.
A bit of sex, a bit of fluff, a bit of crafting.
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♪ Be my sister, sister of the moon   Some call her sister of the moon ♪
You sang under your breath as you walked. Fleetwood Mac always opened craft days. The slightly mystic sound calmed you, centered you to a place to begin. As the day wore on, the soundtrack would become progressively more intense. Santana. Florence + The Machine. Music was the gateway, the shot to start the race.
You’d planned today for a month, checking your calendar and your pantry and stock for ingredients. Everything aligned perfectly, right down to the day of the week. Saturday, so you could get yourself feeling good all day and be genuinely ready later and not scrambling to throw it all together.
It was this plan that had you knocking on Adam’s door at 1 in the afternoon.
“Hey-eee?!” His smooth voice tilted up a bit at the end, surprised to see you in his hallway. “What’s up?”
You had no idea why he called you kid, nor did you have any idea why it felt so good that he did.
Adam Sackler was one of the first people who befriended you here. You worked part time as a stagehand for the theatre company he acted for. He smiled a lot which you really liked. It lit up his face; and when his hair was pushed back and out of the way, his ears wiggled with every smile. He had an infectious personality.
In addition, he was one of the most attractive mother fuckers you’d ever seen in your life. All broad shoulders and muscles. He was, simultaneously, a gigantic goofball and a walking aphrodisiac.
“Hey, Adam!” You gave him a friendly wave but shook your head when he opened the door for you to come inside. “I won’t be long. Wanted to talk to you about something real quick.”
He was also an unabashed sex fiend who flirted shamelessly. You lost count of how many suggestions he’d made about shagging you silly, and you couldn’t remember anybody ever winking at you in your life, but he did. He often pointed to the bathroom door with an indecent brow lift, silently asking you if you wanted a quickie. Without fail, you snickered and shook your head.
You probably should have turned him in for harassment, but part of you knew he’d stop the instant you said don’t. And the rest of you decided that you liked the way all his comments, queries, and suggestions made you giggle. You needed happiness these days.
“Shoot.”
He leaned on the door, casually looking like the world’s largest lollipop, and you worked hard to not ogle him. It was decidedly not a simple task.
“You know all the comments you make about quickies in the back of the theatre or walking me home at night to make me breakfast?” You canted your head because he shifted uncomfortably. His face darkened a bit, and you knew it was because he expected to be chastised. “I’d like to take you up on that.”
Interest flitted across his handsome features, and he took a step towards you.
“Is that right?” He smirked and tried to tug you into the apartment by the strap of your bag. “Think I can make time for you, kid.”
A wide smile broke across your face. You couldn't help it. The absurd things he said entertained you. He was the most adorable idiot you’d ever known.
“Ah, I was actually thinking later tonight. Would that work for you? I have some things to do this afternoon.”
It wasn’t a lie. You had things to do, but you were more interested in the thing's timing. You had an agenda; and as appealing as an afternoon in his bed sounded, you were sticking to it.
“Why now?”
His question gave you pause. It was a fair question, but you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to answer truthfully. He might think you bizarre and not worth it. Don’t fuck crazy, as they say.
“I’m dealing with some things,” you said. “I could use the boost. Think you could come by around 8?”
♪ Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one   Danced to her gypsy music 'til her brew was done ♪
The knock at your door came at 7:45. Entertained, your lips twitched because he never struck you as the punctual type. It could almost be construed as eager.
Inside of two minutes, you had your ‘hey kid’ and the single carnation he brought for you. You twirled it in hand and smelled it with the coy look you knew always won cute points. And then he was in your apartment, mischievous eyes looking you up and down before surveying everything beyond you.
“Holy fuck, your place smells amazing.”
You smiled at the compliment, tucking the carnation into one of too many glass jars you had on the counter top. You pointed to the large pot of simmering cider. Your apartment smelled of fruit, cloves, and bourbon. He wasn’t wrong; it was amazing. Beyond that, the pleased sound he made had your insides buzzing.
“Are you hungry?” You ducked out of the kitchen to finish the task he interrupted. “I finished supper a bit ago, but there’s still some left if you are.”
Finally looking away from the yumminess on your stove, he watched as you circled your place, striking match after match. Your apartment glowed with candlelight; pillars and votives adorned anything with a flat surface. It gave the room a warmth, the type of succulent vibe that always made you feel sensual and open.
“You tryin’ to romance me, kid?”
It wasn’t condescending or belittling. It was an appreciative joke. The grin on his face said he was poking fun at you, but the crinkle of his nose and eyes said he liked it. The lick of his lips said he also appreciated your flowy, nearly see-through linen trousers and little white tank top.
“Uh-uh,” you shook your head. Flashing eyes accompanied a little twirl of your fingers. “It’s magic.”
Your sassy quip seemed to delight him because he pushed off of the stool he’d claimed and crossed the room like a panther. There was something hunterish about him, and it was oh so tempting. It occurred to you, for the millionth time, exactly how tall he was when he curled down around you. His long arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush. His lips found the crook of your neck, and he nudged your earlobe with the bridge of his nose.
“Magic, huh?” He began a wholly distracting trail of kisses along the side of your throat. “You smell good, too.”
“Mhm.” You splayed your fingers across his pectorals, enjoying the steady beat of his heart. “You’re gonna help me.”
He lifted his head to look at you, curiosity clear in his arched brow and pursed lips. 
You swallowed, gulped more like. Time to jump off the bridge. You didn’t want to lie to him, but your path wasn’t exactly mainstream. Most people thought you silly or devil-driven. But you couldn’t raise the type of energy you wanted on a lie.
“Oh, yeah?” He cocked his head to one side, deliberating. “What am I gonna do?”
You wanted him to make you vibrate, to fill you up with that endless jubilation he always had. You wanted him to raise enough power that the top of your head would blow off. You wanted the mundane world to fall away and the inner world, where courage and spirit and wisdom lay, to rise up and work.
“Well,” you sighed dramatically, “if you suck at sex, I’m gonna be mad because that’s pretty much it.” Again, you twirled your fingers around to mark the atmosphere. “Gonna raise some energy.”
You’d never been shy about your craft, but you were careful with it. Too many times in your past, you’d felt mocked, chastised, outright chased out of homes. The name calling never affected you, but losing friendships and partners was hard. Something about Adam, though, told you he was up for pretty much anything.
“Hm.” He pondered it for a moment before nudging the tip of your nose with his. “Soft and slow energy or quick and rough energy?”
“Yes.” You nodded, cheeky and matter-of-fact. “But there is one thing I’d like to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t say mean things to me, ok?”
Adam’s predilection for dirty talk was legendary. The people he’d already slept with at the theatre gossiped about it regularly.
“I’m not a slut or a whore.” You furrowed your brow because it wasn’t entirely true. You didn’t mind it, really, but tonight needed to be specific. Good vibes. “At least not tonight. Ok?”
His fingers slithered under the hem of your tank, seeking skin. He leaned into your space and kissed a slow line from your chin, along your jaw, to your ear, where he whispered naughty things.
“Already thinking about fucking me again?”
With his arm about you so securely, he stretched you onto your toes as he straightened up to his near full height. And when he dipped his mouth to yours for the first time, you knew you made a wise decision. His lips were soft but sure, and he tasted like honey, as you suspected. The sound you made when his tongue slid along yours made him squeeze you a little tighter.
He sunk into it; you could feel it. His shoulders dropped, his fingers curled into your flesh, and his even breath blew across your cheek. His kisses were intoxicating, hungry but unhurried. He licked at the roof of your mouth and nipped at your lower lip. You slid your hands along his shoulders, up the back of his neck, and into his hair. He was solid, but slightly vulnerable in the best way.
Bending down to hook his hand under the crook of your knee, he wrapped your leg around his waist and hoisted you up as though you weighed little more than a feather. Long strides had him at the foot of your bed before he’d finished anchoring your other leg to his middle. You were never so grateful for a studio apartment with its no-wall, no-room layout.
“Hold tight, kid.”
He murmured it against your mouth, and you nodded against his in return. You cinched your thighs tight, which made him groan ever so softly, and bore your own weight for his shoes, socks, and belt to come off without him ever setting you down. Crawling onto your bed, he eased you to the mattress, knelt upright, and peeled off his shirt. A bite to your lip kept you from salivating all over yourself at the sight of him, his muscles, and that extraordinary ‘v’ that disappeared into his waistband.
He didn’t peel them off, but he did pop the button on his jeans to make a little more room for what you expected was something long and thick. Short-circuiting that thought, he leaned down over you and gave you the kind of kisses you’d only seen in movies. He was a staggeringly good kisser, making you squirm more and more with the curl of his tongue and the teasing scrape of his teeth. When he bit your shoulder, though, your breath stopped. Abruptly overcome, you felt like you might combust.
And just like that, you found the thing you needed.
He didn’t miss it and tested the theory by another bite at your pulse point. Your fingers curled into his bicepses, digging in as you whined and tilted your face away to give him more flesh. His sweet mouth turned ravenous, seductive kisses turned demanding. He gripped your chin and turned your lips to his once more, swallowing your gasps and whimpers.
He dragged his nails along your sides viciously as he pushed up your tank, leaving tracks and eliciting a long moan and the rise of your shoulders into his. Your core ached, your pussy throbbed, but you’d willingly drown in this foreplay, the middle energy between beginning and end. It was heady and erotic and tantalizing.
Adam’s teeth found purchase once more at the top of your breast, and he gave you more and more and more. The longer he explored you, the more fierce the bites became. At the peak of your breast, he got enough of a grip to pull it up and away from your torso, only relenting when you pushed at his chest. He flicked your sensitive nipples with his tongue until your hips bucked and twisted. He treated your ribs on both sides to the impressive span of his wide jaws and a bulldog bite. A satisfied rumble reverberated in his chest at your moans.
As with your shirt, he scraped flaring lines into your skin as he dragged down your pants; and as soon as you were completely bare, he attacked your thighs. He sucked the delicate flesh of each into his mouth good and deep.
You’d be riddled with bruises tomorrow, and it was incredibly worth it.
Gripping the sheets, you heaved for breath, staring at the ceiling but not seeing it. You’d expected filth from his lips, the sort of lewd banter you’d heard about. But this was too good for words, too animalistic. He drummed you up into a frenzy with his teeth and strong fingers. You floated on a pheromone high, watching as he pushed your leg up over his shoulder, but the way he bit and tugged on your meaty outer labia had you shot up and into your wits on a yelp.
You swore and rocked and tangled trembling fingers into his dark hair. It was the ideal amount of too much; and when he looked up from your pussy, you hissed at the salaciousness in his hazel eyes. You missed what he said because he was too many things. Mouth-watering and divinely sexy and utterly masculine. His lips grazed your wrist, sweeping words you didn’t give a damn about against the delicate flesh and easing you back down by his grip on your rib cage.
He delved into your sticky cunt, his tongue painting a wide stripe from bottom to top that had you shivering. Brazen and needy, your knees parted wide; your hips danced for his carnal kisses. Laid back for him again, he stole another harsh bite and sucked your clit until you nearly begged.
But he played you like a violin, keeping you suspended in want, not allowing you to tip over that edge.
Delirious, riding the endorphins and electricity in his fingertips, you vaguely registered that he shucked his jeans. You arched on a yearning prayer of thanks for the way he now pinned you with his weight and spread your thighs too far apart with his massive body. He undulated with you, matching the rocking of your hips because you couldn’t be still to save your life. Reaching between you, he lined himself up and surged forward to breach you with the plump head of his cock.
“Holy hell, Sackler!”
You choked, having only partially expected him to be carrying a goddamn torpedo. Amused, he licked your lips and pushed further in on languid strokes. He sunk into you maddeningly slow, drawing out pitiful whines, louder and louder until you slapped your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up.
“Uh-uh.” He tugged your hand away, pinning it down onto the bed and lacing his fingers with yours. “None of that.”
Concerned, you shook your head and chewed your own lips, but he bottomed out and you couldn’t help but swear again. 
“Fucking hell. Neighbors,” you eked out. 
The fiendish grin on his lips promised wicked things.
“Fuck the neighbors. Wanna hear you scream.”
He punctuated the last word with a mischievous snap of his hips, hardly withdrawing at all before surging back in. You felt socked in the gut. His dick stabbed at your stomach; and it wasn’t long before you did what he wanted. It burned deliciously. He fucked you all the way open and filled you completely. The wince you couldn’t hide was from both pain and pleasure. But as he knew it would, your body acclimated to him. The tension in your hips and legs eased, and you moved to accept him rather than limit the intrusion.
“Mm. That’s it. Open for me.”
He muttered things against your pulse, things lost to the whirlwind of lust. He wrapped one giant hand around the round swell of your ass, keeping you right there, right where he wanted. His rhythm kicked up, faster, deeper, and all the liquid in your body flooded south. Soon, the stab of his dick was accompanied by a vulgar squelch, an obscene sound to mark how much he affected you, how thoroughly he was wrecking you. A sound that made him switch from gripping your fingers to tangle in your hair. He held the back of your head tight to pull you down as he fucked up into you so forcefully your bed bounced against the wall.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He grunted against your jaw, lips dragging a line to yours. “Knew you’d be good, kid. Wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you.”
It was your turn to groan. You’d originally thought him talking to you in the midst of all this would feel silly. Because you knew he’d done it with so many others before; and surely, he had a script. But it lit something inside of you, something that was a little more than sex but still wildly fuckable. 
Adam’s breath broke into turbulent huffs littered with these erotic noises you didn’t think he could hold back. You clawed at his chest, trying to hold on tighter and hear them better because it was the best damn thing you ever heard. 
He tipped your face towards him with the gruff demand that you look at him. Barely, you managed it, but your eyes kept fluttering shut each time he struck gold in the deepest deep of your pussy. He said something else, but it was too much. Bravely, shockingly, you pressed your free hand over his mouth and shook your head.
“Less talk,” you pleaded, hoarse and on the edge of worn out already. “More you.”
Something savage shot through his shining eyes, turning them darker than you’d seen. He licked your palm and shifted to kneel between your thighs. Without breaking contact, he captured your legs and lay your calves on his shoulders. Your loud moans turned to raucous shrieks as he threw himself into you, roughshod and sloppy. With an iron grip on your hips, he leaned forward, tipping you into an angle that rattled you from your very core. His cock dragged against the most sensitive ridges, and you were sure you could feel his heartbeat hammer down through the shaft.
You lost your goddamn mind.
Teetering on the verge of oblivion, you froze. Arched like a bow, you fisted the sheets and quaked. Higher and higher you climbed, howling like a banshee. It was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you needed him to be tonight.
From nowhere, everywhere, his touch broke through the haze. Deft fingers wrapped around your screeching throat and squeezed. He growled, and you knew he felt your fractured breath, the pounding of your pulse, and every thrum of your battered vocal chords. It was a claim, a pure moment of primal to send you reeling.
He hung on until the end of an orgasm that shredded your senses. You could no longer shout, couldn’t open your eyes, couldn’t hear anything other than thunderous roaring in your ears. You curled towards him. Legs, arms, brow tight, the suspense before the bomb. But he slipped his fingers in between your puffy pussy lips and set off the explosion. You tingled from soles to soul, and it felt like it wouldn’t end. Inexplicably, you found some way to be louder, cursing like a damn sailor as you crested that wave. 
On the other side of it, you fell still and quiet. You yielded to the tempest, holding loosely to your tether of a man. Inside, you soared, hitting that amazing high you wanted. Flying in exactly the way you sought tonight.
Somewhere in the fuzzy exodus of your brain cells, he let go of your legs, pulled out from your quivering cunt, and shot his orgasm over the lower swell of your belly. You writhed and purred as he plied your shoulder and collarbone with kisses once more. His thumb rubbed your lower lip softly, and he nudged your nose with his the way he’d done earlier — a gesture that felt intimate and affectionate.
“Y’ok kid?”
Cracking your eyes open, you nodded and took as deep of a breath as your lungs would allow. Your body was pliant, relaxed and sated. The anxiety and tension tightening your muscles vanished, and the stress you carried for weeks was nowhere to be found. 
Exquisite.
Shifting to lie on his side, Adam tugged you closer, ready to bask in the afterglow. You had plans, though, and you wiggled up to kiss the corner of his mouth softly before sliding from the disheveled covers. Pushing a pillow under his head, he engulfed your bed nearly entirely, making it look far more appealing than it ever had before.
You almost told him it was ok to leave, but something inside said no. Besides, he looked awfully comfortable.
Naked and wobbly on your feet, covered in the evidence of your tryst, you crossed over to the little table lined up against the wall across from the bed. It was tucked almost into the corner, unnoticeable to most unless you looked for it or knew what you looked at.
Sinking to the floor in front of it, you stretched your arms above your head and tilted your head from side to side as you did whenever you settled to work. It was a ritual unto itself before the ritual. Readying your body to match your mind and heart.
Your eyes darted over the prepared ingredients, looking for the 30th time to be sure you forgot nothing. That’s when it occurred to you. Something unexpected always popped up, a curve ball the universe threw at you; and tonight was no different. Pushing to your feet, you hopped back into the kitchen for his gift. The sweet gesture he never could have expected would be so appropriate. 
When you turned to face the room, you found that Adam had slid from the bed and plopped down in front of your altar. He wasn’t touching anything, just looking, but he sat cross-legged where you needed to be. He noticed you watching him and held out his hand for you.
“C’mere.”
Cautiously, you took his hand and let him situate you between his legs, scooting you close enough to the altar to work but keeping you nestled in with his chest scraping your back. He stroked your hips, your spine, anything he could reach.
“What’re we doing?”
Your hand stalled because he said ‘we.’ You made it a rule to keep your craft private, for yourself only. You especially didn’t share the details with men because they liked to belittle things they didn’t understand. Adam, though, looked ardent in his question, and it birthed a warmth in your chest you’d not been ready for.
“I’m…” You faltered, trying to find a way to explain what was happening to someone who likely had no idea about any of this. But he nuzzled you like a puppy, and your smile led the way. “It's welcoming work.”
The way he sat up straighter, moved your hair to one side so he could see better, and leaned into you, threatened to melt you into a puddle of goo.
“I need to welcome a new city,” you said. “New job. New apartment. New opportunities and friends.”
You laid your head back against his shoulder as you talked, as though the intimacy you’d shared with him tonight had always been there.
“I’ve been waiting for the right time, and it’s a new moon tonight.” You pointed at your calendar, which tracked lunar cycles.  “Which is the time to work on beginnings, to set intentions for the future. All things begin in darkness; so, we start when the moon is darkest. And we face east,” you pointed to the wall, “because all things begin in the east.”
“What’s the sex bit?”
You beamed, feeling lighter and better than you had in a long time. You found yourself glad you didn’t hide your aim from him. You probably could have gotten away with it, but it wouldn’t feel like this. There wouldn’t be this comfort or this easiness to share.
“Sex is one of the best ways to raise energy. It gets your heart beating and your blood pumping. It's very potent.”
“You’re damn right I’m potent.” He puffed up like a peacock before smoothing out his tone into that sassy seduction. “Told you I’d spoil you.”
His boasting was alarmingly charming. You nodded along, because there was no way to disagree now that he’d disarmed and dicked you down you so thoroughly. Taking his cue to carry on, you tapped the different jars assembled around the little black bowl.
“Rosemary for protection. Lavender for calm and joy. Birch for beginnings. Hibiscus for love and passion. And now,” you plucked his flower from the corner of the table. “Carnation for strength.”
The proud way his chest expanded against your back did not go unnoticed. He was happy to have added something to the mix, even if he hadn’t done so on purpose. You grinned, patted his hand, and stage whispered ‘good job.’
Subtly, the moment changed, transmuting to quiet concentration. Adam drew little circles on your skin, falling into a serene silence while you worked. You placed a spoonful of each ingredient into the mortar. As you often did, you fell into humming a lilting song that connected you to the work. Pestle in hand, you ground it all together, concentrating on the melding of all of that intention.
You, your world, slid into tranquil. Your breathing fell into a pattern with his. The smell of sex and flowers blended beautifully. Dubious though you had been for him to sit here with you, he lent you a bolstering you couldn’t have predicted. Adam was doggedly sure of himself. He was solid, a surprising support with no measure of judgment. It was the sort of acceptance you wanted for all the parts of you, not just those people were used to seeing. Having him be that for you for this, in setting these objectives, was the last bit you didn’t know you needed.
Pouring the ground herbs onto a sheet of wax paper, you dabbed a bit of rosemary oil onto the slender green candle, making sure the column was coated. He cheekily held your bottom when you leaned forward and tipped off of his lap, suddenly concerned with ‘helping’ as you rolled the candle through the mixture. Carefully, you placed the dressed candle into its holder, being sure to not tap off any excess lest you lose that bit in the coming days.
Striking a match, you lit the wick and watched for a while as it burned. You felt seen, protected, ready. Shifting, you plucked a bay leaf from the waiting pile and wrote your planned words upon it. This was the last part, but you hesitated. Adam had been so kind, so present and willing.
“Would you like to do this part, too?” You offered a dried leaf to him. “Write what you want; and then, we burn it in the flame to send it out into the universe.”
“What I want?” His fingers made the leaf look ridiculously small, but he was gentle with it, taking care to not tear the edges. “Like a million dollars or something?”
You snorted playfully, handed him the pen, and settled against his chest. 
“Probably start with something simpler.”
You could wait however long it took him to decide. He set the leaf on the table, and you held it in place for him. It wasn’t easy to write on something so small, and you’d learned long ago to hold them down.
Abruptly, his free hand clamped over your eyes, and he jarred you to the left, still holding you but forcing you away from what he wrote.
“No peeking.”
You yipped, and you could feel him grinning like a fiend. When he finished, he helped you sit upright with both of his arms around you once more. He kissed your temple and returned to stroking your side slowly, his knuckles following the contours of your body. Holding your leaf to the flame, you watched the end catch fire and the black char consume it slowly, deliberately, as fire was wont to do. Matching suit, Adam pressed you tighter to him and lifted his leaf.
You gazed into the flame, content and not entirely paying attention; but he lingered, hovering just outside the light. Your eyes came to focus, and you saw his scrawled words. 
‘More sex magic’ on one side and ‘Be mine’ on the other, like a valentine.
Your breathing, which had become so mild and centered, hitched, which was what he waited for because, when he figured you’d seen what he wrote, he set it to the flame, igniting his own intention.
For a long moment, you basked in the feeling, the beautiful, beautiful mood. It was everything you wanted it to be without not knowing all the pieces and parts. You expected him to fuck you silly, but you had no way to know that he was supposed to be here for this. It would have felt lacking without him, though, and the realization of that fact had your hands seeking contact.
“Thank you, Adam.” You splayed your fingers at his outer thigh, comforted by how real he felt. “That was lovely. Thank you.”
He buried his face into your hair and pressed kisses to the nape of your neck.
“What do we do now?”
He shifted against you, hands turning a little more than affectionate. The stroking that was innocent at your sides turned devious at your breasts, kneading and plucking. A matching hot palm found your tender pussy and cupped it, not quite interrupting the moment but skirting dangerously close.
“We leave the candle to burn down.” 
“Hm. Think my wish is gonna come true before yours.”
You meant to laugh but gasped instead as a nip to your ear tripped a shudder down your spine. Adam’s thick fingers slid through the still slippery mess of your labia. He trapped you in this cubby made of his body while he fondled your clit, rubbing the slick nub in lazy circles.
“I do have a question, though.”
You had no idea how you were supposed to answer questions with him working your clit like that, but you still nodded for him to ask.
“If a little sex magic is good, a little more is better, yeah?”
♪ Got your spell on me, baby   You got your spell on me, baby   Yes, you got your spell on me, baby ♪
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ticktockteapot · 2 years ago
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Here's some more random details of my Mad T Party Looking Glass Legends AU that I still don't have the time to draw out but can make lil notes on
- I'm using alot of worldbuilding inspired off of Disney Dreamlight Valley, Disney's Mirrorverse mobile game, a few Greek myths, Centaurworld nowhere king stuff, Hadestown time loop, FNAF Security breach, Tim Burton's Underland universe
-Absolem the Caterpillar (pianist): aka Dadsolem. Chaotic nerd Dad-Friend, Stoner, has seen so much death, would do anything to protect Alice 🦋
-Nivens the White Rabbit(DJ): Looks like he's got his shit together but is actually a nervous wreck. Tech savvy. Dislikes Dinah. Alice sees him as a cool big bro/senpai but he just sees her as an annoying girl that follows him around everywhere 🐇
-Dinah the other White Rabbit/ Alice's pet cat (DJ): Looks like the life of the party but is actually a rule-abiding workaholic. Emotional support mom-friend for Alice and only Alice. The only sane one cuz she was raised to uphold her manners and all that fancy stuff (the complete opposite of Alice), hates Nivens for stealing Alice away from her all the time. Also tech savvy 🐱
-Pawlie Cardganilla OC (choreographer): Jackelope jester from Underland. Card Dancer's manager. Silly goofy guy. Cool Dilf. Has killed people before. Mally's father figure. ♠️🐇
-Alice (singer): peacemaker mom-friend for everyone, training to be a warrior for wonderland, savior complex, writes her own songs, the most unhinged out of everyone when absolutely stressed out 💙
-Tarrant the Mad Hatter(singer): himbo sugardaddy, a level headed leader, battle strategist, supportive of his gf, the most fashionable in the whole band 🎩
Mally the Dormouse (guitarist): main character energy, wants to be a soldier, self-identity crisis, Mally the Martyr ™, would risk it all for Thackery, asshole with a heart of gold 🐁
- Mally is my favorite but he won't be with the band right from the start surprisingly. Bcuz of spoilers. He'll have to suffer first ♥️
-Thackery the March Hare: has killed multiple people but he's still our lovable goofball babygirl, introverted, second in command to Tarrant, has a complicated relationship with Mally/Mallymkun, has a split personality demon named Monarch bcuz spoilers. Got the extra rizz during March season 🐰
- Thackery has a split personality (inspired by irl hares during March season and Storywhisper's Dorchadas) The split personality tied to Thackery in my AU is actually a Pooka from Celtic Irish mythology (a shapeshifting creature, usually takes the form of a hare, black horse, other animals, human with animal features) named Monarch. Their dynamic is along the lines of Eddie and Venom from the comics or Tavros and Rufio from Homestuck or Asa and Yoru from Chainsaw Man or Steven and Marc from Moon Knight
-Chesire Cat (drummer): commits crimes on the daily, mansplain manipulate manslaughter, blackmails everyone when he can, loves cat puns and dirty humor 😼
-Card Guard soldiers (dancers): sibling love hate relationships with eachother, kept in check by Pawlie, the only band member they get along with is Mally bcuz reasons ♥️♦️♣️♠️
-Mary Ann (tech support): Nivens personal assistant in Underland, social media manager for the band, loves photography and likes to share her photos with Niven's ♥️
-Time: everyone either worships him or hates him, he's just trying to do his job tbh, the god of Life/Death in Underland, all-knowing god but he's still a goofy guy, if you want to know more about the looking glass legends then he's your guy lmao⏳
- Disneyland is like a main hub for refugees of fantasy worlds that lost their homes (like Kingdom hearts traverse town and Disney Dreamlight Valley before the Forgetting)
- Yes the Vorpal Sword and the Jabberwock are humanized... sort of...
-Im gonna make SO MANY animatics for this stupid silly Alice in wonderland cringe au just to make younger me happy tbh cringe is dead and I'm the grim fucking reaper
Since I'm digging this fandom up from the grave, would anybody like to hear about my whole Mad T Party/Underland War AU? I'm not really a writer...I'm more of a visual storyteller, and trying to create a cohesive story template is a bitch. So I've got bits and pieces and worldbuilding sprinkled around in my noggin
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cabinofimagines · 4 years ago
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Friendly Welcome -(Annabeth Chase xF!Reader)
A/N: I did this for Christmas and the gays -Danny
Words: 697
Request: Annabeth x female reader where she goes to the readers home state of nh and meets all of her friends and they’re all goofballs and kinda crazy and annie is shook but it’s cute X
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“Gods, I’m so cold!” Y/N shivered, walking out of the cab.
“I told you to put on a warmer jacket!” Annabeth said worryingly, pulling her suitcase out of the car. “Help me with the bags and I promise to make you hot cocoa once we’re home, okay?”
Both girls grabbed her bags and thanked the driver, as soon as he left, they huddled closer together and walked over to Y/N’s house.
“Okay so first you changed into something warmer–”
“Once inside the house I won’t be as cold, don’t be silly...”
“I don’t want you to get sick, because if you get sick then I’ll have to be left alone with your family and you know I can be a bit awkward sometimes–”
“I promise I’ll be fine, it’s not like I’m swimming in the snow, am I–?”
As soon as Y/N said it, a massive snowball hit her side.
“Ouch!” She turned around. “What the hell was that?”
“My bad!” Said a girl, stepping out of some bushes. “Oh, Y/N! You’re back! That’s awesome– HEY EVERYONE, STOP IT Y/N’S HERE!”
Annabeth looked around in shock as at least ten people walked out of their hiding spots, all of them covered in thick layers of clothing.
“You must be Y/N’s girl, right?” The same girl from a moment before asking her, reaching to shake her hands. “Y/N has told us lots about you. Sorry for the rough welcoming, but you’re standing in the middle of our battlefield, you see...”
“What?” Annabeth looked around, Y/N laughed.
“Oh yeah, every year we make this snowball fight but we hide so no one can see where we are and it’s harder to take others down this way.”
“How do you win?”
“If you manage to take down the others without being seeing, of course,” A boy said, coming to a stop next to Y/N. “So, are you going to introduce us, Y/N?”
The girl started to introduce every member of the group to Annabeth and she did her best to keep track, once done they helped them carry their bags until they reached Y/N’s house.
“So you guys want to join us? We’re eating pizza downtown, Cassie is taking us in her truck and all”
“Oh, uh,” Y/N looked at Annabeth with questioning eyes.
“I... er, sure,” Annabeth replied anxiously. “If you’re okay with me tagging along...”
“Are you kidding? We’d love to get to meet you!” Said a girl with curly black hair. “being Y/N’s girlfriend must be a handful, we want the tea.”
“The tea?” Annabeth asked.
“You know, spill the beans on her awkward moments?” said a boy.
“Funny stories?” added another person.
“Embarrassing stuff?” ended Cassie.
“Oh,” Annabeth said with a little amused frown. “I guess I could tell you about the archery lesson that went wrong last week–”
“Don’t you dare!” Y/N blushed furiously.
The rest of the group spoke up and tried to complain, but Y/N hushed them.
“Okay, okay! I’m tired right now, let me go get changed into warmer clothes and let Annabeth breathe for a moment, alright?” She grabbed Annabeth’s hand and pulled her into the house. “See you guys in a few minutes!”
The group talked all at once and waved goodbye as they ran back outside, going to their original hiding spots and continuing their game.
“Wow,” said Annabeth, looking at the scene from a window. “Your friends have a lot of energy at ten in the morning.”
“I’m pretty sure they’re high or something...” Y/N joked. “Don’t let them fool you, they’re crazy.”
“They’re kind of cool,” Annabeth smiled. “They had to be, if they’ve been your best friends for years.”
“That’s sweet,” Y/N scrunched up her nose. “You know, you can go outside and play with them while I get ready...”
Annabeth cupped her cheeks and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, smiling down at her.
“I think I rather stay here with you. But I meant it about going to get pizza with them, if you want us to?”
“There’s nothing else I’d rather do,” Y/N replied.
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laurenairay · 4 years ago
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Pumpkin Carving - A. Burakovsky
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Summary: carving pumpkins with your boyfriend Andre and your nieces gets a little competitive.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: minor injury (nothing serious, but a little blood), super cuteness
A/N: Burky is such an adorable goofball, I love him  💚 
“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” - prompt is from this list - one of the autumn/fall stories I promised myself I would write. Written after encouragement from @jamiedrysdales​ - and thank you to @itsbadgerbadgermushroom​ for hyping me up with this one! 💖
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Any time you could spend with your nieces was a blessing. Now that you’d graduated college and were working full time, the amount you saw them had massively decreased, so the weekends that you were able to, you definitely took advantage of being the best aunt you could be. This weekend was only a few days before Halloween, meaning it was time for your annual pumpkin carving competition – every year your two nieces would each draw a design in marker pen on their pumpkin and you plus another adult would do the actual carving for them (usually their mom). Whoever had the ‘best’ design would ‘win’ (of course they both got a prize) – it was just a silly little bit of fun but you treasured the family tradition.
This year you’d roped your boyfriend Andre into helping.
He’d only met your nieces a few times in the year that you’d been dating, the schedules not really having worked out, but as soon as you’d suggested the pumpkin carving he was all in. He’d arrived at your apartment nearly an hour before your nieces were due to arrive, buzzing with excitement (and maybe a little too much caffeine), to help you set up the carving stations.
Oh yes, you took things that seriously.
Either side of your dining table you set up old newspapers, 2 medium sized pumpkins, 2 thick markers and 2 thin markers, as well as the small pumpkin carving knives that you and Andre would use.
“Will this bowl do?”
You whipped your head around, smiling at the plastic bowl your boyfriend had brought in from the kitchen. That size would be just about right, good job Andre.
“Yes, perfect for the guts,” you nodded.
“Guts?!” Andre yelped.
You couldn’t help but giggle, making him blush deeply.
“The insides of the pumpkins – the stringy, gooey, seedy bits that need to be scooped out before we can draw and carve. I like to separate the seeds out later and roast them for snacks,” you grinned.
“Sounds disgusting. I’m in,” Andre grinned back.
You dug out the kids-size aprons you kept for arts and crafts activities and draped them over the back of the chairs, before putting your hands on your hips. Yes, this would do nicely. You jumped slightly as Andre slid his arms around you from behind, but melted into his embrace as his hands settled on your waist.
“You really put so much thought into this, don’t you?” he murmured.
You bit your lip, but nodded. “Yeah, it’s one of my favourite times of year and the girls love it too. It’s messy, silly and fun – we always have a good time,”
Andre smiled into your neck, pressing a light kiss behind your ear, making the skin tingle slightly. “I’m excited to share it with you,”
You spun around in his arms, smiling up at him as your slid your hands up his chest, his hands moving to rest on your ass.
“I’m excited to share it with you too,” you said softly.
Andre just smiled a little wider, before leaning down to kiss you.
You lost time exchanging slow sweet kisses, tongues light and teasing, never building to anything raunchy but just a gradual swell of intensity that had your body buzzing. You could feel Andre half hard against your stomach, but you knew it wasn’t going anywhere before your nieces arrived – that just wasn’t the vibe at all. Just being close to him, running your fingers through his curls, touching him, tasting him, that was all that you needed right now. Eventually your kisses slow down to a few gentle pecks, until you were breathing heavily. Andre’s lips were lightly swollen and pink, his eyes a little wide, and you knew you looked the same way. Damn he looked good.
“I’m going to, uh, get some drinks ready?” you said, a little breathless.
Andre just nodded, licking his bottom lip. Damn. You quickly turned and walked away, unable to stop the stupid smile on your face. You really did feel so giddy around him sometimes.
It was only a few minutes later when your doorbell rang, so placed the glasses of juice on the table before heading to let your nieces in.
“Aunt Y/N!”
You grinned at their squeals, laughing as they threw their arms around you. “Are you two ready to have fun carving pumpkins with Andre and I?”
“Yes! Is he here already?” your oldest niece asked, clearly excited.
You nodded, smiling down at her. “Yeah he’s here – why don’t you two go wash your hands and put your aprons on,”
They ran past you with happy cheers, making you laugh again as you bid goodbye to their mom. How they had that much energy was beyond you. By the time you reached them at the carving stations, they were both already sat down with their aprons, wiggling in their seats in anticipation. Andre winked at you, making you blush a little.
“Alright, who wants to be paired with Andre?” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully at him.
“Me please!” your youngest niece said immediately.
You could see the relief in Andre’s eyes that he hadn’t been a reluctant choice – you’d told him he wouldn’t be, but you were glad that you were able to prove yourself right. He sat down next to her, big smile on his face, and you sat down opposite him next to your oldest niece, who beamed at you.
“So, rules,” you said firmly.
“Rules?” Andre asked, pouting.
Your nieces giggled. “Squishy guts out first. No peaking at the other drawing. And only adults use the knives,” your youngest niece said simply.
You saw Andre make a face again at ‘squishy guts’ and grinned at him. This was going to be fun.
It took a little while for your nieces to scoop out the pumpkin guts and seeds, Andre more than happy to just pass the bowl back and forth, and after they’d washed their hands again, the drawing began. Your oldest niece had decided on having a cat face on hers this year, which looked pretty cute, but you had no idea what Andre and your youngest niece were drawing – all you could see was them whispering to each other every now and again, pointing at their pumpkin.
You didn’t think you could love this man any more than you already did, but seeing him so sweet with your niece just made your heart so happy and full. You honestly didn’t know what you’d done to deserve such a genuinely kind guy. He was so cute with your niece - what more could you ask for?
“I think we’re ready,” Andre announced.
You looked down at your oldest niece who nodded back to you. Ready it was then.
“Be careful with the pumpkin knife, Andre. It’s small but it’s sharp,” your youngest niece said suddenly, frown on her face.
Andre nodded solemnly. “I will do my very best to be careful,”
Well at least he was honest. You grinned at him, picking up your own knife, earning a grin and a wink back, his foot pressing against yours under the table. So sweet. You set to work with your pumpkin, carefully cutting out the pieces of the drawing that needed to go to achieve your niece’s desired design. You could see her smile growing wider as her drawing came to life – that was exactly why you did this every year, encouraging her creativity in such a fun way.
You were nearly finished with your carving with you heard Andre yelp, his knife clattering to the floor. “Blood!” your youngest niece whimpered.
“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” you mused, carefully putting down your own knife.
Andre bit his bottom lip, nodding as he clutched his hand to his chest, shielding the injury from your niece. Oh damn. It wasn’t just his pride that was hurt then. You smiled down at your oldest niece to reassure her, before walking round the table to where Andre was.
“Close your eyes,” you told your youngest niece, waiting until she did so to hold out your hand to your boyfriend. He winced but uncurled his fist, a smear of blood masking a small shallow cut to the side of his finger. Okay, not as bad as you thought.
“It won’t need stitches, but it will need cleaning out and a bandaid,” you said softly, letting go of his hand.
“I didn’t think it was bad. It was just…”
“The shock?” you offered.
“Yeah,” he nodded, blushing a little. Bless him.
You beckoned him to stand up, pressing a little kiss to your niece’s head, murmuring that she could open her eyes now. “Stay here girls – I’ll just clean up Andre’s little cut and then we can finish, yeah?”
They both nodded, so you walked out to the bathroom, Andre trailing behind you.
“I’m so sorry,” he blurted as soon as the door closed.
What? “What are you sorry for?” you frowned.
“I ruined pumpkin carving by getting hurt,” he mumbled, seeming to shrink in on himself a little.
Oh no. That wouldn’t do.
“Absolutely not,” you said firmly, cupping his face with your hands, making him look at you, “my nieces are having so much fun and that hasn’t changed. We just need to clean you up and wash the knife, that’s all,”
“You’re not mad at me?” he asked quietly.
Your heart broke a little at the sadness on his pretty face, and you shook your head.
“I promise I’m not mad,” you insisted.
He bit his lip, unsure, so you leant up to kiss him, waiting until he’d relaxed enough to kiss you back to tug on that bottom lip with your teeth, making him whimper softly as you broke away.
“I mean it. It’s all going so well, so let’s clean up and get back out there,”
“Okay,” he nodded, a little breathless.
“Unless you’d rather stop the pumpkin carving?” you teased.
Andre shook his head quickly, making you laugh. “No! We have a competition to win!”
That’s the spirit.
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g4rous · 4 years ago
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Yuuji Itadori x Reader general (fluff) headcanons
As a Yuuji kinnie I had a strong urge to write this svssvbsv I hope you bbys enjoy 💕
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-This boy right here,,
-Lovable dork wrapped around your finger
-When you first started dating he was just as cheerful and goofy as always, except now he has the permission to be lovey dovey with you
-He isn’t too cheesy, but rather really affectionate and giving in a relationship
-You’re definitely getting an attack of kisses and hugs every time he sees you
-Is literally like a puppy in those moments ahhsh he’ll be giving you all his love and care 24/7
-Is open to pda (he just can’t help but smother you in kisses every so often), but is respectful if you’re somewhat shy with it or just not in the mood
-However don’t expect him to forget about it when you come home, because you’ll get an even more intense loving treatment
-Loves nose kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses and just kissing in general
-He can’t help it, your face is just so cute and irresistible to him and he can’t leave it be without planting a few kisses here and there
-Is really good at it too. They’re so loving and warm, you can just feel his love, even from a small peck
-But if you’re in the mood for something more rough and passionate he’s in and enthusiastic about it for sure
-Often whispers/ chuckles simple, but sweet words while he’s doing it
-“Stop being so adorable”
-“Your lips are so soft”
-“I know I kissed you like fifteen times already but can I give you some more?”
-And will definitely be staring at you with those cute ass puppy eyes of his and a goofy grin
-He loves starting the day with you both hanging out and isn’t picky about it at all, whether you’re in front of the school just leaning against each other and chatting, or sitting somewhere and drinking tea/coffee he’ll be overjoyed to have you near him
-But his all time fave way to hang out with you is.. watching movies
-Be it the cinema or at each other’s place, movie nights with you are a special thing to him
-He’d be so enthralled, so much he would cancel any other plans he had with no hesitation
-“Ahh sorry Fushiguro-kun, I won’t make it tonight but I hope you and the others have fun!”
-And he’d give a pretty lame and shady explanation, everybody is sure he’s on a date with you
-However if you’re feeling social enough to go out with him and all his friends, he’ll be blissed!
-Still, you two cuddling together and eating popcorn while watching movies is a must
-Also loves food dates
-Going to new restaurants, fast food places, pizzerias...  you name it, he’ll be hyped
-You always have an awesome time with his silliness and food commentary
-Speaking of which, he’ll be happy to cook for you! He isn’t a picky eater at all, so whatever you’re up for he won’t be complaining at all
-Would love to make you breakfast in bed and overall would always try to make sure you’re eating enough and hydrated (sweetheart,,)
-Really appreciates it if you help him study or study along with him
-But be careful not to get too distracted by his constant goofing off and jokes
-He may even start tickling you out of nowhere just because he wants to hear your cute laughter
-If you’re prone to goofball energy like him (even a little) it’s crackhead vibes almost 24/7
-He could be just doing grocery shopping with you and he’ll see a weird ass looking product and just starts laughing like a dork
-Bonus if you start throwing pads and squeaky toys at each other
-On the rare days where he’s not feeling himself, you’ll notice a slight change in behavior and tone, though only people who know him good would notice it
-Most of the time he would just smile and shrug it off because he doesn’t want to be a bother, but if you gently show him that you would gladly hear out anything he has going on, it will be greatly appreciated
-Don’t hesitate to give him a hug or a kiss and hold his hand softly at such times. It may even give him a push to say what he’s got on his mind that’s bothering him
-Always snuggles close to you and hugs you tight when you try to help him and listen to him
-Your care means so much to him, and he’s feeling lucky to have you by his side
-Also, cuddling with him is heaven
-He’s like a heater and will wrap around you so you don’t even need a blanket
-Loves stroking your hair while planting soft kisses on your head
-Bonus: loves to see you wearing/sleeping in his clothes and hoodies <3
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dukeofonions · 4 years ago
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So I thought I’d try something a little different (and slightly more fun than my usual saltiness) and do my own little personal ranking of Sanders Sides episodes! 
Now I actually haven’t watched anything from the series for awhile so these rankings are going to be based purely on my own memories of each episode and how much I remember enjoying them. I’ll also be splitting the rankings up so I’ll do season one today and season two later on.
Eventually I want to go back and actually rewatch everything but I’ll probably wait until the season two finale comes out (whenever the heck that will be) but until then I think this will cover it.
Also important to note is that I will not be counting Asides in this since 
1. I’m salty
 2. It’s not supposed to be Sanders Sides anyway so why include it?
and 3. I’m very salty.
Alright, let the ranking begin!
Dang, can you believe season one has seventeen episodes? Starting with My True Identity on October 19th, 2016 and ending with Accepting Anxiety on July 15th, 2017. 
These episodes were a lot shorter too. The longest one, Growing Up, is only about 15 minutes long (14:39 to be exact because I already have the playlist pulled up to get all these references so I might as well use the info I have) and the shortest episode was Way Too Adult that barely makes it to the four minute mark. (Okay it’s 4:18 but that’s still closer to four) 
It’s really interesting to see how much the series changed just throughout season one alone, especially once it shifts from just being a silly series of one shots to a series with more fleshed out characters and beginning to scratch the surface of dealing with heavier topics. 
How did it do for me personally? Well if you made it this far I assume you actually want to know my opinion so I’ll go ahead and tell you...
For real now, let the ranking begin!
*cue drum roll*
#17 I'm in a Disney Show
Yeah this one is pretty forgettable, and it really sticks out like a sore thumb among the other episodes in this series since it’s based on something that happened in real Thomas’s life and later on they try to establish that Sanders Sides isn’t about real Thomas. Not only that there wasn’t much in this episode that stuck out as funny to me. The only bit I actually remember laughing at was when the Sides were throwing around click bait titles. 
So yeah, boring episode, feels out of place, moving on.
#16 Becoming a Cartoon
Like with the last one this one is just very forgettable to me. It also features someone who turned out to be a pretty shitty person so I can’t even watch it without feeling uncomfortable.
The only thing I remember laughing at was Patton holding a potato. 
#15 My True Identity
Okay I know it’s harsh putting the first episode so low on the list, especially when most of my problems with it stem from it being made before there were any intentions to make it a series, but like the first two it’s also kinda boring. I mean on it’s own it does a good job of introducing people to the basic idea of the series and gives an idea of what the characters are like, but they all basically act like the same person (yes I’m aware of the irony) with just one or two minor things to set them apart. 
Can’t really hate this one like the other two since, again, this was made with no intention of plot or character development, so it’s only this low because it doesn’t really stick out to me. But hey, it did its job at getting people interested in the characters so in that aspect it did its job perfectly.
#14 Taking On Anxiety
Oh the second hand embarrassment in this episode is too much to bear. Honestly any episode that has Thomas interacting with someone from real life just feels so weird to me and takes me out of the episode. However, I do actually have a bit more positive things to say about this one. The advice they give is actually helpful, and my gosh I love pre-AA Virgil. 
The snark, the sass, it’s easy to see why he became a fan favorite so fast. And fortunately for me, there’s plenty of episodes for me to love him in before I start to hate him. 
#13 Way Too Adult
This is gonna sound repetitive but again, forgettable. Doesn’t give me second hand embarrassment or make me feel negative in any way so that’s why it’s higher than the others. And hey, 13 is one of my favorite numbers so that’s gotta count for something right?
The best part of this episode is Patton, I really miss the earlier version of him where he actually took on more of a fatherly figure and had more of a serious side. Not that I don’t like him now and I still think he’s one of the better written in the series (more on that in another post) but it’s kinda nice to see him being portrayed in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s being dumbed down for laughs or is just sad and confused.
#12 The Mind vs The Heart
Or as I like to call it “Selfishness vs Selflessness in Five Minutes.” This episode is way too relatable which is both fun but also I don’t need the reminder that I can’t say “no” to people, but that’s a me problem not the episode’s. I like the format of using cutaways to show examples of how Logan and Patton clash in Thomas’s day to day life and honestly I wish they’d use it more since I think they only do it in this episode and in Growing Up but I could be wrong and I’m too lazy to check.
All in all this a cute little episode (and not cute for the reason you might think) and I enjoy it. 
#11 Accepting Anxiety Part One
Honestly not much to say about this one? It’s funny watching Thomas’s antics while the Sides have to try and figure out what’s going on. Which is a nice change of pace from the usual “The Sides are being goofy and zany and Thomas has to try and get them on track” that I kinda notice throughout season one and that starts to change to become the norm in season two, but I’ll get to that later. 
Reason this one isn’t as high as others is just because besides that one gimmick of Thomas saying and doing silly stuff is that there isn’t much beyond that, and of course that’s just because this is the first part of a two part episode so I’ll give it grace for that. Still a great set up though and is funny on its own. 
#10 The Dark Side of Disney
Alright, we’ve made it to the top 10! Here’s where things start to get interesting.
Personally, I find this episode hilarious because I do this kind of stuff to “kid’s films” all the time. Never to actual kids but to adults, it’s fun to see just how dark I’ll go. 
Of course this isn’t really what the episode does, it talks more about the messages in these movies as opposed to talking about how “dark” they are. Which, now that I look back I clicked on this episode thinking that it was going to be a part of the latter and had no idea it was a Sanders Sides episode. Maybe that’s how I found the series? I always forget which episode was my first...
Back to the episode, it also establishes Virgil and Roman’s little dynamic of being rivals and I love it. They have some of the best exchanges in the series and it’s fun watching them go head to head here, and even bonding a little as well. All in all, fun episode that provides some good character moments and some laughs. 
#9 A New Year of Lying to Myself... In Song!
Just the song, man. It slaps. 
But am I the only one miffed that Virgil technically got a villain song (about lying no less) and Janus didn’t? Not even an evil reprise? Yeah that’s some bull spit right there.
#8 Growing Up
Aw, the first name reveal episode on this list! This episode is a lot of fun, mostly because of the scenarios they come up with and the little cutaways they add in. Seriously. Just use these more instead of going to these great lengths to show us something that can be accomplished in six seconds of footage. 
It also has one of my favorite moments with Logan quietly asking Patton what they’re doing wrong after Thomas tries to force himself into the “serious adult role.” I really got a soft spot for this episode and honestly talking about it makes me wanna watch it again, but I’ll hold off for now. 
And I think Patton has one of the best name reveals. Like Thomas really thought his name was Pattoncake, and Patton’s reaction is priceless. I still want to know what “Pattoncake” actually is and how it’s played, but part of me also accepts that it’s probably better if we never know. 
#7 Making Some Changes
Why are Thomas’s friends so good at acting as Thomas acting as his characters? Seriously half the time when I watch this episode my brain doesn’t acknowledge that the Sides are now being played by different people until halfway through. 
This episode is one of the funniest in my opinion, and one I remember coming back to a lot. Do I still want an episode where the Sides pretend to be each other? Yes. Do I know it’ll probably never happen and if it did they’d find some way to just make it full of angst? Yes, yes I do.
#6 Alone on Valentine's Day
The first episode to be officially cowritten by Joan, and it’s great. It’s hilarious, and just seeing all the varying ways each Side tries to portray their idea of romance is the cherry on top. What more can I say about this episode other than I’m curious as to what Janus and Remus would have contributed to a conversation like this, maybe they’ll do another episode like this in the future with their inclusion, but who knows what the heck they’re doing at this point.
#5 Sanders Sides Q&A
Top 5 here we go!!! This is when ranking started to get difficult because I love all of these episodes so much. Especially this one. I think I’ve watched this one more than any of them and why not? It’s just pure goofball shenanigans and seriously, Thomas, why haven’t you done another one yet? Especially with Janus and Remus?! I mean I get if you’re waiting for “all the characters” but come on man! I need more of the energy this episode gives off.
#4 My Negative Thinking
This episode made me realize just how underrated Logan and Virgil’s relationship is. It’s also the second entry in the “Logan Fights Everyone” saga. I do love how this episode has actually helped me with my own negative thinking and I just freaking love Virgil’s sass in this. 
Did I mention I also love Logan and Virgil’s friendship? Ah, good times when they all more or less liked each other. 
#3 Losing My Motivation
The set up of this episode is just brilliant. Having it be a “mystery” for Logan to solve with Patton as his sidekick provided a lot of laughs and one of my favorite Logan moments with his little bit he does after realizing he was the “culprit” in all of this. Ugh, I really wanna watch some of these episodes now but I’m gonna hold out. 
One thing is that I feel like Logan got the short end of the stick with his name reveal. Like Patton just casually calls him by his name like it’s no big deal, yet pretty much all of the other names are revealed after some kind of emotional moment and are treated as a big deal. If Patton was comfortable enough to just call Logan by his actual name and Logan himself was fine with it then why didn’t any of them introduce themselves before? There’s not really an explanation within the series itself as to why this is or why the Sides even have names in the first place, like it makes sense why Virgil or Janus would hide their names but Logan, Roman, and Patton have been there since day one so what gives?
My personal headcanon is that the three of them had a bet going on to see how long they could go without calling each other by their names in front of Thomas and Patton lost because he forgot. 
#2 Am I Original?
Look, Roman is my favorite so of course he’s up here! Not only that but this episode resonates with me a lot as a creative person, and I just love watching the Sides trying all the ideas Roman comes up with.
And his name reveal is also great, probably my favorite one, and of course it’s followed by the now infamous, “You’re my hero” line. But I’m just gonna ignore what became of that and focus on the fact that Roman was actually happy at the end of this episode.
#1 Accepting Anxiety Part Two
What can I say other than this was the perfect way to end this season? Virgil has been the outsider of the group since day one, and seeing him go from this snarky antagonist to gradually being tired with the role until he decides that it would be better if he just wasn’t around at all. This episode has some funny moments too, but what sticks out to me are the more emotional ones. 
Roman’s entire speech to Virgil is just *cheff’s kiss* perfection. Their relationship has finally come full circle and when Virgil smiles at him? Ah it’s so good!!! Like the music, the acting, all of it comes together so perfectly and it makes my heart happy. 
Virgil’s name reveal is also great, after being teased about it over and over again we finally get the real thing and it’s executed perfectly. Although my favorite thing about this episode is probably the end card, it’s so sweet and makes me all sentimental. Why? I dunno, I’m supposed to be heartless but I somehow find my heart melting when Patton gives Virgil the card anyway. Ah, I love Virgil’s relationships with the others by the end of this season, and honestly I would have been satisfied if this had been the end of it.
Just a neat little way to wrap up this neat little series. 
Of course we all know that wasn’t the case and oh boy things certainly took a turn, but that is for another post! 
And that was the first part of my ranking! Like I said this list might change once I go back and watch the series again, but I’m pretty sure things won’t change much then. 
I’m actually surprised at how many happy memories I have with the season, like I seriously want to just go back and watch my favorite episodes again because I’m all up in the nostalgia but again, I’ll hold off for now. 
I hope y’all enjoyed this and I’d be curious to see other people’s rankings of season one. I’m glad I was able to have fun with this and just gush about the series for awhile because oh boy I know things are gonna be very different once I get to season two...
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archbishop-of-maxlow · 3 years ago
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Maxlow Moment of the Week
Oh hey there...
What's that? Another Maxlow moment?! DON'T MIND IF I DO!
The segment started in a great way, with Shawn and Wardlow having fun with them MJF shanenigans:
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ya silly goofball...
After Tully's epic bamboozle, things quickly evolved into more violence. And while MJF's first instinct was to hide away from Jericho the gross old man... Once again, he showed up to help his boy!!!
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Just look at Max's energy right there. You messed with the wrong bodyguard, stupid idiot!
And let's not forget when MJF called to him for help later on. Yes, Max. He always has your back 🖤
Finally, the body language right here:
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(๑♡⌓♡๑).。*♡
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Regarding The Pinnacle as a faction, it seems AEW still has a long way to go to achieve good quality storytelling. Sammy's arm was injured in the same day, yet he was out there fighting like nothing (like Jericho did last time). MJF better destroy him on Monday. I have no idea how they're gonna get out of this mess of a feud, but I'm trying to be patient.
Regarding Maxlow interactions... thanks, AEW.
See you around, you lovely individuals!
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twoshadesofcanadianflag · 4 years ago
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Midnight (Nemuri Kayama)xFem!Reader - Ballroom Date
Here's something silly I wrote for a sweet little bean who has been blessing me with commissions for the past two years. I hope it was allright. ✌️😊💖💖💖
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"Honey, that brow won't obey by cussing at it."
"It's the last chance it gets before I bring out an axe."
“Honey, we don’t own one.”
“I’ll make it happen.”
Nemuri couldn’t help her giggles, glancing at your battle from her periphery. You’d both spent the better part of an hour preparing for tonight and usually the simple act of putting on make-up wouldn’t have posed too much of a problem for either of you (and obviously not for Midnight). And, ironically, while today’s look was certainly more extravagant than what you were used to, taming the additional flare wasn’t even the part that gave you trouble! Infuriatingly enough, it was the defining and filling out the eyebrows that decidedly seemed to elude your skill right at the worst possible moment. Of all things…… You swore you had done them atleast enough times that it had absolutely no business being this difficult. The snickering sounds from your girlfriend did not help.
Nemuri did try to keep her focus on her own task of the eyeliner (or just not stabbing her cornea with the damn thing), but it was beginning to prove very near impossible. She turned to you, a soft smirk on her lips as she snatched the brow pencil from your hand and cradled your jaw in her palm, a soft command for you to turn. "Excuse me, miss, I'm going to have to ask you to lay off your attack. Such ferocity on that beautiful face borders on a felony and I’d positively loathe to take you into custody right before the lovely date I was promised."
“Know what? Just for stress relief, I really wouldn’t mind your way of custody right about now.”
“_____, don’t tempt me. We’re on a time limit here.”
“I was talking about knocking me out cold, but whichever works for you, darling.” You grinned, earning a sharp poke smack dab on the center of your forehead.
“Oh? Then push it at your own peril.”
Despite your sigh, you smiled, closing your eyes as you relaxed against her touch. "Thank yooooou, Nemuri." You laughed, "Phew boy, off to a delightful start. This is what I pay for fancying it up."
A gentle smile rose to Nemuri’s cheeks, curling the supple cherry lips as she continued to work on your face with a huff. “Oh hush, happens to the best of us. I’m sure I wouldn’t be even a quarter as good at face-painting if it wasn't literally a part of my hero image. By now it’s probably so hardwired into my spine that my hands will try to do winged eyeliners in my sleep and I’ll poke my damn eye out.” She mused, leaning close to your face as she switched to apply your eyeliner. “With my luck, anyhow.”
You hummed, surrendering with a soft smile as you allowed Nemuri to finish the rest of your face. You both still had clothes to strapple into and hair to wrangle into shape, so any time saved was precious in your book.
And Nemuri would be first to admit it that she couldn’t wait to see you, in the finished ensemble and with that glowing smile of yours, in the moody lighting of the dance floor.
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It had felt like such a weird and very much extra idea at the time, back when you had suggested the idea of ballroom dancing to Nemuri. It certainly didn’t occur to you before and Nemuri was stretched so thin already as she was, what with balancing her teaching duties and hero work, that she rarely had the energy or the brain power left for much else besides snuggling up beside you whenever the time allowed.
And neither of you would trade these moments for the world. Especially how endearing Nemuri was out of her extravagant and strict hero persona and in her cuddly PJs, hair an adorably messy floof and with that positively dreamy look she got whenever you kissed. Her cheeks a precious shade of rosy, her eyes hooded and ever so slightly glistening, her lips parted just the tiniest bit, the way she had difficulty finding her words, the way she clung to you as if in fear that she’d drift away if she let up for even a moment…… As alluring as her dominating streak was, seeing the unshakably beguiling Nemuri, with her iron-clad confidence and unfaltering poise, become putty in your hands to such a degree was equally breathtaking in your humble opinion.
And so, while these moments were lovely indeed, the idea had come to you as you’d wondered if the two of you could find something different to do together. It had also been a while since you had gone to a proper date, so when you brought her the idea to visit the practice of one of the dancing clubs nearby, it was a welcome breath of fresh air in-between your hectic everyday lives.
While it did come with the usual trappings of any type of dance (i.e, borderline brutal exercise, needle-like precision, getting the hang of body awareness and how to make your body move in specific ways that felt so weird or difficult to grasp at times), it quickly became almost addicting. The rush as you'd immerse into the music and the movement felt very near natural, the interplay with each other when you could play out the moods of different songs --be it the passionate and aggressive nature of paso doble and tango, longing with a tinge of melancholy in waltz or the playfully romantic swing and contemporary pop-- the level of exhilaration was always palpable between the two of you.
And so, here you were: at the ball hosted by your fellow dancer Hirano-san, in celebration of All Hallow’s Eve. You’d laughed when she insisted it to be called that instead of Halloween, but you had to admit it was atleast a nice little change to have it be something a little fancier in contrast to all the cheesy (if cute) decorations and themed items stores pumped out seemingly left, right and center. Right behind the Christmas themed stuff, of course.
This fanciness extended to the dress code as well; Nemuri had really gone all-out with her dress that, while flared, hugged her curves in just the right ways, glimmered in soft tones of tangerine and rose-gold and with sparkling skin-tight black sleeves and a hem that reached just past her ankles. Topped with her hair on an elegant, high bun and glimmering hair pins and she was positively a vision for the eyes. You almost felt modest in your long, black number that just about reached your calves and flared only slightly: you’d learned the hard way to not wear too form-fitting bottoms after slipping on your heels and into a split (the team certainly wouldn’t let you forget it even if you tried) and too flowy garbs seemed to always tangle with you and trip you on your face instead. You never knew just how much survival stradegy could be involved into dancing…...
Simple or not, it did make for a nice, sleek contrast though, filling you with a sense of pride when you’d walked into the ballroom arms linked, collecting the stares of the entire room.
“And there they are!! Trust Kaya-chan and _____-chan to make a grand entrance fashionably late.” Hirano-san chuckled loudly as she approached the two of you, hugging the both of you tightly before lifting her hands on her hips with a playful huff. “You almost make the rest of us look bad, hopefully there’s enough spotlight left for the rest of us mortals.”
“Perhaps you ought to earn that spotlight, eh?” Nemuri grinned, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Fate favors the bold and all that.”
“Excuse you, Midnight, keep that attitude up and you won’t need to expect an invitation next time.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Right as you are, you might not want to test it.”
“Evening to you too, Hirano-san,” You chirped in, moving Nemuri’s arm around your waist instead to have a little breathing room. “Good to see you’ve wrangled in the newbies so well.” Hirano-san sighed in mock exasperation at that, “Sensei really picked the right time to take her sick leave, what in the world would she do without me?” she laughed and gestured over her shoulder towards a group of younger pairs. “I kid, I kid, the new kids are so damn sweet and polite, I’m sure I couldn’t get them to wild it up if I tried.”
“Aww, how adorable!!”
“I mean, we do need a balance for you and the rest, Kaya-chan. Somebody needs to act the classy part.”
“How dare you! I’ll have you know, I’m plenty classy when the situation calls for it!!”
You giggled at the banter of Nemuri and Hirano-san, before walking towards the dance floor. A handful of your youngest pairs already claimed the first turn, the playful notes of swing caressing your ears as you looked on at their performance. You felt so proud of them; many of them had worked to the bone for this night, and seeing even the shyer little beans bounce and skip with confident smiles and playful twirls, it truly warmed your heart. The eyes of one of the boys-- Roromiya-kun’s --met up with yours mid-dance, smiling happily and shooting you an exaggerated wink and a thumbs-up. You chuckled, answering with a peace sign of your own. That little goofball…...
Before you knew it, the song shifted and you could see that mischevious glint in Nemuri’s eyes as she walked up to you, delicately grabbing your hand and lifting it towards her lips.
“Our song has arrived, darling. May I?” She smiled with that low, almost purring voice, kissing your knuckles softly. All the while her eyes were squarely on yours.
You felt the blush coming and the shiver racing up your spine, but you fought it, smirking back.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Game on, honey. You’ll have to do more than that.
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You should’ve expected as much. You really should have, once the song had shifted (a faster type of tango, one of her particular favorites), but the way Nemuri led you in the middle of the dance floor, right into the focus of the lights, took you by surprise against your better judgement. You could feel anxiety rising in your throat; while familiar, this wasn’t a song you had any ready choreo in mind. Some of the other pairs moved to the side and even stopped, eyes trained to the two of you, curious to see what’s next.
And, goodness gracious, was there something to see.
Taking a small distance from you at first, Nemuri gracefully extended her arm towards you, her dress flaring around her like rivers of molten amber. With strong, assured strides she approached, taking your hand in hers as she pulled you sharply against her stronger, slightly taller frame and led you into one swirl after the other across the dance floor. You almost felt dizzy, grateful to be leaning against her during the constant motion. Nemuri’s moves were powerful with her turns and whenever she snuck a glance into your eyes, with that beguiling grin of hers, you felt your legs almost turn into jelly.
The song reached it’s bridge before the final chorus and it was then that Nemuri pulled you into a sharp spin and dipped you down. This pulled a small gasp from you, eyes wide as her strong hand gripped firmly on your back. She leaned down, giving your ear a gentle blow and making you bite your lip to keep in the small moan. “Where did all that spark disappear, darling?” She purred, chuckling against your earlobe. “You’re such an adorable little kitten when you’re like this.”
You yanked yourself out of your stupor, biting your lip as you answered her gaze with your own sharp one. You felt the song climbing towards the grand final chorus and you’d be damned if you let Nemuri have her way with you on this dance floor without making her work for it.
Gripping her hand tighter in your palm, you sharply shifted your positions so it was now you who held Nemuri, pulling her into a gliding movement across the dance floor. You snuck a glance at Nemuri as you twirled her in your arms, unable to help your grin when you saw her wide-eyed for the first time in the night.
Oh, you’ve seen nothing yet.
Just when the chorus reached its peak, you lifted Nemuri up, twirling her in wide circles as your arms held her up by her thighs. Pride swelled in your chest; seems the brutal exercise had paid off because, while not at all easy, you were impressed with just how stably you could hold (the more muscled) Nemuri up so high. You could audibly hear the gasps and cheers around you, though for you, the highlight was absolutely the expression of your girlfriend. Nemuri’s cheeks had gone a bright cherry red, heavenly blue eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, unable to answer the wide smirk undoubtedly splitting on your face.
The chorus started to calm and, with a few sharp turns for good measure, you dipped Nemuri as the song reached its end. The audience you had drawn erupted into cheers and whistles, though neither of you could pay that much attention.
Nemuri looked up at you, her face flushed, eyes slightly glossy, shaky breaths escaping and her chest rising and falling as you held her in your grip; a positively delicious sight that sent throbbing heat pooling down your core.
You leaned down to kiss her ear lightly, a throb racing between your thighs at the shiver wracking her frame.
“The evening’s still young, sweetheart; and trust me, I can do this all night.”
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