#i feel like i am oops

[xiao-kisserr]

summary: it can be hard sometimes, you lose your role as the next ruler for your kingdom or you fall in love with your guard, sometimes both

featuring: cyno

notes: shld be 100% gender neutral, if there's any gendered terms pls tell me so i can fix them! not proof read at all,, so there's probably mistakes somewhere in there, most likely ooc cyno, royal au!

a/n: kinda feel rushed idk... not my best work for sure, i feel like the plot switched many times but it is what it is ig 😕 but i hope this is okay for the collab 🙏

collab tag: @cynzcir

length: 2,224 words

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the morning you had woken up to was anything but pleasant. expecting to awake to a lovely morning where you'd learn more about what it would take to be a suiting ruler to your kingdom, since you are, or were the next ruler, but instead you were met with a talk from your parents, telling you to find a lover so that the country would finally have a fitting ruler for it.

you were shocked, and frustrated upon hearing this, did your parents not think you were suited for the role, did the citizens of the land think so? did everyone expect you to simply accept this notion, to cast aside your learnings and find a partner, to hand them the role instead? were you expected to simply sit by your lovers side? smiling and nodding like a dumb fool who knows nothing? 

at first you had blatantly rejected the thought, there was no way you'd accept it, but your parents didn't listen,  casting aside your thoughts on the matter as they handed you a list of possible suitors before leaving you. 

the rest of the morning went by as a blur, servants and maids coming in and out to give you your clothes for the day, dressing you up to be fit to see your first possible lover, both a woman and man coming in with 'tips' on how to woo women and men. you scoffed, this really was no joke, you really were being cast to the side and labelled 'unfit for ruling' .

the last preparation for your meeting was the most surprising. a man walked in, with white hair contrasting his darkened skin. 

the man bowed and introduced himself, "i am cyno, majesty [name], i hail from the desert and was appointed as your bodyguard whilst you meet your suitors" he introduced, standing up to look you in the eye. "your first suitor is waiting in the palace gardens, prince derek" cyno began walking towards the door and you suddenly ran in panic to block the door. "wait" you spluttered, "excuse me but this is all too sudden, first of all i would ask for some background information on the prince, and second of all, what about you? do you expect to sit down beside this prince derek and i as we chat?"

"prince derek comes from the land of mondstadt and works as a knight in the knights of favonius, his father is a big figure within the knights and is a relative from one of the big three clans in mondstadt, the lawrence clan" cyno infomed, "and i will not be sitting beside the both of you, i will be nearby ready to strike if the suitor does anything possibly harmful. i'm simply there as a precaution. now excuse my behavior, but we must go to meet prince derek"

you stayed blocking the door, you were not going to give up so easily. "i do sincerely apologise for making your job so difficult right now cyno, but i simply refuse. you can't expect me to accept this so easily do you?" you pleaded, trying to gain a little favor from the man, but cyno's eyes stayed the same, he stayed looking at you with the same poker face. "your parents, the king and queen, did say you might not go with so easily, but your majesty [name] they implore you to meet the suitor, and the king's words are the law" 

you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, "look how about we make a deal, however unprofessional this may look, i will go meet my suitors and after five minutes you will escort me out claiming something was wro-"

"forgive me for interrupting you but i decline, like i stated before the kings word is the law and i must abide it, you must go meet prince derek, in the gardens now" you looked at cyno and knew you were fighting a losing battle, biting your lip you stepped aside and allowed the man to open the door to lead you outside. glumly following cyno, there was a silence as you walked down the palace steps towards the gardens. "is there any chance to-" you started before cyno shut you off, "prince derek from the land of wind an freedom, sits at the table under the apple tree, i will be nearby ready to escort you away the moment you call for me, no questions asked" cyno bowed as he opened the door to the garden. you inwardly smiled as you whispered a small, quick "thank you" before walking towards your first suitor. 

"ah there you are, [name]. i thought i'd have to wait longer, which really shouldn't happen, i mean i am from the lawrence clan afterall, i have ladies and gents lining up to meet me" the prince stated, grabbing your hand to kiss it. "greetings prince derek, i am as you know [name] and i know the original reason behind your stay is to possibly become my lover but how about we start with simple introductions and build up to the romance?" you greeted, taking your hand away from the man and smiling gently. derek smiled and laughed obnoxiously loud, "of course of course, i apologise for my behavior if it offended you in any way. shall we have a taste of this apple tart? i heard it was made by some commoner but it's still quite delicious" 

you bit the inside of your cheek and glanced at cyno who was standing by a wall nearby quietly. "of course, thie tart is one of my favourites and the baker is a long time family friend, regardless of the family's status" you explained, trying to stop the annoyance and bitterness in your voice from showing. "ah is that so?" derek replied awkwardly. "like i said it's delectable, though the chefs in the lawrence clan could bake a better tart believe me, i could show you it sometime" 

"that won't be necessary, i don't think we'll see eachother after this" you rejected the offer with a smile, "i apologise but i don't think you're who i'm looking for" you firmly stated as you stood up. "w-wait! please [name] i'm sure we could make things-" derek was cut off with a hand on his shoulder, "the majesty has already rejected you, the servants will get ready a carriage in a short time" cyno said with a stare. derek let out a sound of fear and nodded as a maid came to escort him away. 

you sat down on the bench with a sigh, "how many more suitors must i meet?" 

"there's a list of thirty suitors from all lands" 

you let your head fall into your hands in frustration, you felt tears form in your eyes as you furiously blinked them away. looking at cyno, you smiled, "that's fine, thirty more? it'll be over soon" you replied in fake optimism. 

and so the cycle continued for a few weeks, you met one suitor a day for almost four week and you were tired from constantly smiling and rejecting every man and woman who came.

you currently sat on a couch in your private library, cyno sat on the other end of the couch stiffly. you glanced over at him and laughed quietly. "you do know it doesn't kill anyone to relax for a second right?" you addressed him. "as your guard yes, it can possibly kill you if i relax" cyno replied. sighing, you relaxed your body so that it would sink into the couch more. "what did one wall say to the other?" you opened your mouth slightly, in shock. "what?"

"i'll meet you at that corner"

there was silence before cyno spoke up again, "it's because the walls-" you interrupted him, "no no, i understood the joke, i'm just, surprised i suppose. i was not expecting for you to joke" 

"you seemed tired so i tried lightening the mood. i hope you feel better [na- majesty [name]" cyno explained

"was that a title slip i heard?" you teased, poking cyno's side. "no majesty [name], it was not" you hummed, "i suppose i misheard then" 

again there was silence, but this time, it was a more comfortable one. except you couldn't help but steal small glances at cyno. you couldn't help it, at this moment he seemed so ethereal. 'it's the fatigue talking' 

but that 'fatigue' never left. your parents were in a fit trying to find more suitors for you and they appointed cyno as your personal guard, which made you more closer to him than before. small glances here and there, looks cyno pretended he didn't see. 

it felt wrong. cyno was a guard and you were the next ruler's lover. your future partner was to be a well known figure not cyno, but you couldn't help it. every day you spent more time thinking about your guard, his eyes, how they seemed so red and sharp but up close they were a more orange colour and were nice to stare at. his facial features, oh so handsome you couldn't help these thoughts. his jokes, no matter how awful, made up for the small glimmer in his eyes as you laughed at them. you shouldn't have these thoughts about cyno and yet the more you tried to stop, the more it hit you. 

you had fallen for your guard. but what a sweet guard he was. he'd always be by your side, he listened to your rambles, he let you rant about your parents, your troubles. he was always with you. 

you sat beside cyno as he showed you a favourite card game of his, but you were barely listening to his words, instead you focused on his lips, how soft the looked and his eyes, how they shined while he spoke. 

"are you going to stare or will you actually listen?" cyno asked, snapping you out of your trance. "oh, i apologise, i got distracted" you replied with a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. you stood up and smiled "i need to go to the bathroom, i'll be quick" cyno nodded and you left to the bathroom. while in there you stood by the sink and took a deep breath to relax. 'you mustn't do anything brash [name], relax' taking a few more quick breathes you exited the bathroom and headed back to the library but stopped at the door once you heard another voice alongside cyno's

"you're leaving tomorrow right? back to the desert" the voice asked.

"yes, thank you for the job, it was nice whilst it lasted" cyno replied

"any family? perhaps a lover?"

"family? no, they're long gone and.. a possible lover" 

you took a step back, feeling a small twisted pain in your heart as you heard cyno's answer. oh how you had messed up. a part of you had known this might happen, but you had rejected it, denied it. you refused to believe it was the truth. tears started to form as you stepped into the room, faking a smile.

"afternoon" you greeted, the voice had been one of the servants in the castle, he worked closely with your mother. 

"greetings, majesty [name]. i must apologise, i must go now" the servant said, leaving the room immediately.

you sat down beside cyno and started fiddling with your fingers. there was silence begore cyno spoke up. "why are you crying?" you bit your lip, should you lie or tell the truth? "when were you going to tell me.."

"tell you what?"

"that your leaving, tomorrow"

silence. you tried looking at cyno but he looked away. "i wasn't planning on telling you" he mumbled, "i don't want to cause you any pain" 

you raised an eyebrow, "cause me any pain? you'd cause me more pain by leaving without a word you know" 

finally, cyno turned to you and looked straight into your eyes as hs spoke the next words. "[name], majesty [name] don't act stupid. i've seen the looks you give me, you.. like me. in a different way one would like their guard and, i didn't want to hurt you by telling you i didn't like you the same" 

you laughed, "again, you didn't want to hurt me but what you're doing hurts more. you let me have these feelings, for weeks, let them grow, and you noticed, but said nothing at all. it would've hurt less had you spoken about it earlier but forget it now. don't bother trying to see me tomorrow when you leave, in fact, try to leave as early as possible. i don't want to see you anymore"

you left the room in a hurry, leaving cyno alone. tears fell down your cheeks as you walked to your bedroom. the pain in your heart grew and it longed to be near cyno, to let him comfort you. but he caused this pain and your mind told you if you came back now, you'd be in more pain.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more of the dapper lad! i Cannot get him out of my brain

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

We could have had it all...

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[zours025]

I've been neglecting tumblr sorrgy!!! Drawings from past few weeks

[catharusustulatus]

Steddie Drabble, TW: child abuse.

Initially, Wayne doesn’t care for Steve. Calls him “the Harrington boy” or “Richard’s son” with contempt, asks if “Richard’s son” is coming over for dinner again and Eddie just rolls his eyes and says “yes, Wayne, STEVE is coming over at 7.” Wayne doesn’t like him because…well, he’s not stupid to judge a book by its cover, he thinks.

But the fifth time Harrington comes over, he brings a bouquet of flowers, and Eddie, well, his cheeks are redder than the spaghetti sauce Wayne’s been stirring, so that’s something.

And then the sixth time Steve comes over, he brings Wayne a Garfield magnet. It’s small, “found it at the thrifty mart with Robin, I’m sorry it’s not brand new…” Steve mumbles, and Eddie is wide eyed and smiling, and Wayne LOVES Garfield. He puts it on the fridge, pats Steve on the back, says “um, thank you son.”

They fall into a pattern, the three of them. Steve comes over for dinner every Friday night after work. He dresses clean and is polite to Wayne, helps with the dishes, sometimes brings bread rolls or licorice or beer or jokes. Eddie starts setting the table. Wayne starts laughing at the jokes. After Steve leaves, Wayne knows Eddie smiles himself to sleep. It’s different, now.

And then the next time Steve is supposed to come over for dinner, he doesn’t show. Eddie had been making macaroni and cheese all evening, grating the cheese carefully as he bopped his head to some metal song, cheerful, and then it was 7 and then it was 8 and then Wayne thought “maybe call him, Ed.”

Nobody answers. When they call again, nobody answers. And Wayne has a bad feeling about it.

It isn’t until almost 11, dinner cold and Eddie pacing, about to radio someone named Robin when Steve’s car pulls up, they know the lights so well. They run outside to greet him and Eddie freezes when Steve starts falling out of the drivers seat, face dark and pained. Wayne jumps into action. Wayne catches Steve and hauls him into the trailer, his living room, and oh god, he’s covered in bruises like he was put through Eddie’s cheese grater, and oh god, Eddie’s broken out into tears behind him.

Steve’s left eye is swollen shut, and his face is purple and bloody. His lip is split and his hair is wild, his shirt is torn, and Wayne wonders what’s underneath the shirt as he gets the first aid kit, wonders how the hell he thought Steven was anything other than an angel.

Eddie gets a dish towel wet in the kitchen and cleans Steve’s face, quiet and crying, and Wayne sets the first aid kit down next to Eddie and makes some coffee. He thinks about talking, doesn’t. Touches the Garfield magnet for good luck. He feels like maybe Steve needs it.

Steve who is holding Eddie’s wrist as he cleans him up, wincing and crying from his good eye. Finally, after a silence that gives Wayne heartburn, Eddie sits back on his heels and says whisper quiet, “your dad?”

Steve gulps, blinks. “My uh, my dad. I was writing you uh, uh a love note.” Eddie looks over at Wayne. Wayne wipes his brow. “But uh, he found it, and your name’s not uh, Edith” Steve lets out a chuff, winces again. “So he asked what was going on, and I told him. I told him. And then he said I had one minute to take it back or he’d make me take it back.” Eddie lets out a small gasp, more like a howl, and sits completely on the floor. Wayne sits down at the table, cold mac and cheese looking like a sick joke. And he’s so mad. Wayne is so, so mad, seeing this young man who so obviously loves his pride and joy, shares in his pride and joy, who brings him apples to make apple pie, he growls out

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Steven, not one thing. You stay here long as you like, hell, don’t leave. We got you, boy.”

And that’s that. Steve crumples in on himself, and Eddie pulls him into a big hug, just holds him, rocks him, coos “a love note, huh, sweetheart? For me?” And Steve nods until he nods off.

The next morning, while Robin takes care of Steve, Wayne and Eddie break into Steve’s room, clear out everything he owns, and slash his dad’s tires. That was Wayne’s idea - the least he could do for a loved one.

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[meamiiikiii]

a combo(s pretzel),,, will save him,,, from being K.O.

[the context/idea of this is from a stream i was on with a friend!!]

((link to stream/vods post below, since it was posted separately))

streams over! heres is the link to the stream post from my main. done separately due to being rated mature tho ASFADA

[sen-ya]

The final of the depths:

Vibes were aroace luffy, law is Pining

I drew this the morning before I read Law’s backstory lmao

Drawing these idiots has improved my art So Much it’s weird to look at

transcript under the cut

Panel 1 Law: Do you, uh... Do you do this sort of thing with all your friends? Luffy: ?

Panel 2 Luffy: Hmmm....no.

Panel 3 Law: ...

Panel 4 Luffy: Not all of them like being kissed and cuddled Law: Oh, that makes sense.

Panel 5 Luffy: Though things are kinda different with you. Law: Yeah? Luffy: Yeah

Panel 6 Luffy: I'll kiss and hug my friends for a lotta reasons. Mostly to tell 'em I love them or I'm happy or I'm comfortable.

Panel 7 Luffy: With you sometimes it's just 'cuz it's a fun thing to do.

Panel 8 Luffy: Also before today I'd never slept with any of my friends.

Panel 9 Law: SERIOUSLY?! Luffy: Yeah, actually now that I think about it I hadn't slept with anyone until today, huh.

Panel 10 SHOCK Law: ANYONE?!

[page 2] Panel 11 Luffy: Yeah! Why're you surprised? hahahaha

Panel 12 Law: Well, I don't know. I guess you're just so affectionate with your crew I assumed... Law: also it seemed like you knew what you were doing...

Panel 13 Luffy: It just was never somethin' I was too interested in. Luffy: I'm glad we did, though! It was fun! Luffy: also the tiniest amount of observation haki told me everything you wanted -shrug- Law: What kinda sidebar is that?!

Panel 14 Luffy: It seems like this sort of thing makes you really happy

Panel 15 Luffy: And that you haven't spent a lot of time doing the kind of thing that makes you happy.

Panel 16 Luffy: So I'm really glad that I get to be happy and have fun with you.

Panel 17 Law: ...

[page 3] Panel 18 Luffy: ACK! I didn't mean to make you cry!!

Panel 19: kiss kiss kiss kiss

Panel 20 Law: Stop, stop, stop hahaha hahaha Luffy: ?! Law: It's...it's a good cry.

Panel 21 Law: I just never realized...how much I wanted to be seen...until you saw me.

[al-luviec]

zane + nya parallels

[mistfallengw2]

Feel free to be more specific in comments/notes if you want! If you want to elaborate further, how do you organize them? By role, species, age, alphabetical order, vibes or something else?

[prince-liest]

It's kind of a weird (not sure if good or bad or just neutral!) experience to realize that a lot of the personal headcanons I've written into my own writing have become well-known enough that they're treated as general fanon with a lot of people using them and not realizing that they, like, originated from a specific place rather than just being ambiently popular. Every once in a while I come across a fic where there's an AN that says something to the tune of, "Oh, I saw this popular headcanon that [insert something really specific from 666: Live On Air!] and wanted to[...]" without attributing it to me - or, most likely, even realizing that it came from me!

It's an interesting feeling! I think the times that actually bother me are when it's people that know they got the headcanon directly from me and choose not to credit me (or in one weird instance, credit me, then edit their stuff to bury the credit to be really hard to find for some reason - y'all, I do notice these things even when I don't comment on them).

I've been straight up plagiarized many times before. It's ranged from friends in RP groups stealing my characters because I wasn't using them often anymore, to more recently someone ripping out chunks of one of my Hazbin Hotel fics and rewriting it as their own. It's a uniquely horrible feeling, and I think it makes me sensitive to feeling uncredited as a result even when plagiarism isn't occuring. On the other hand, this is literally how headcanons evolve and I'm actually so fucking happy that specific things that I was outright nervous to post because I thought people would (and in a few cases, people did) react very poorly to them are now, like...fairly common fanon.

Anyway, I don't think it's wrong for people to carry forward headcanons to the point where they don't even know where they came from. I also think most likely some concepts became convergently popular when more than one person had the same thought! It's how fandoms work and I know for a fact I've done the same... but it does very much give me the warm and fuzzies when people that use my ideas do give a nod in my direction for where they got the inspiration! In return, I try to make a point to do the same.

[eponatheestallion]

when the hero is of twilight or smth. this was supposed to be a quick sketch to test out some brushes two hours later idk how we got here

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

can you draw L and Light doing work together I think it'd be cute and relaxing

L says the overhead lights stay off

[dracanboys-m]

hi welcome back to my monster hunter mind palace everyone

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

so I watched the most recent episode of succession (oops) and the thought vaguely occured to me "oh dear how are they going to recover from this one?"

and the answer is, of course, that they won't. this is the beginning of the end. this is how they destroy each other.

anyways that's my prediction for the fandom ciao kisses hope u all have a very chill season 4 💋

[emry-stars-art]

sorry to bother you, but….

if statled jelly!niel stings, does sleeping jelly!niel sting? Because it seems to be a conscious effort for niel to not sting? Or did I misunderstand this?

what are the scientific implications of sleepy jelly cuddles?

Great question! Thank you for letting me put on my more beach-appropriate baseball cap and do more mer research hehe

So I asked the shark and he told me to mind my business I think.

Unfortunately for him, the manta ray will spill just about anything in exchange for pretty human stuff and I am great at taking notes.

Basically? It seems to me like it’s expected touch vs unexpected, combined with the jelly’s maturing self-awareness. When it’s younger, a jelly mer will start getting control of its sting by ‘turning it off’ consciously. As they get older, it can become closer to “will not sting unless actively startled or for good reason” as the jelly chooses! Think of the sting response like a knee-jerk, throwing-elbows response. Anything less startling isn't worth the effort. Or in jellyneil's case, maybe more of a nervous person's flinch response.

So at this age when jellyneil is awake, it generally won’t sting unless really startled - unfortunately for most mers, the poor thing is a little jumpy and most unexpected touches are startling 🥲

When jellyneil is asleep, there’s more of a “base state” idea happening - however it goes to sleep is how it’ll peacefully stay. So if it falls sleep with someone else touching it, no stings! If it falls sleep in traditional jelly fashion (wedged between rocks or otherwise anchored down) the tentacles and stingers are instinctively in defense mode and I cannot advise getting too close.

If it gets startled awake though? I can only assume it would sting then as well but I can't tell you for sure because the whale and the one shark twin are usually very good about not letting that happen.

There’s some point to be made here about the fact that the stinging is only ‘turned off’ while cuddling/sleeping on other mers - clearly, brushing up against rocks doesn’t desensitize the stingers to other outside stimuli. In open water, the sleeping jelly knows to fend for itself. The presence of another mer seems to be instinctively calming.

But I am not here to wax poetic about it, that’s your job, I just provide the research 🤲

Find the mer au masterpost here 💕