#i really hope these colors display right lol

[decapod-appreciator]

it’s like saying you can live longer by eating your own flesh

[xtcenh]

Loser gets it

Pairing: Sim Jake x Reader (I love this picture of him y’all)

Description: You shouldn’t have made a bet against Jake, less when you know how nasty he can be but in your defense you didn’t actually expect him to buy this for you to wear… some puppy ears, with the tiniest dress you have ever seen and the thing you expected the less a buttplug that has a tail attached to it.

Warnings: smut!, MDNI, Jake is a pervert here ngl, reader dress like a puppy but not really pet play, ass play, oral (male rec), unprotected sex (nah uh), master and sir kink lol, he makes reader crawl but nothing to much, spitting, begging, reader wear a collar, marking.

‘I got you what I want you to wear since you lost :p’

It’s the text that Jake sent you this afternoon, also telling you that he wants to meet up at his place once the two of you are free. A week ago the two of you were in your weekly; sometimes monthly depending on how free the two of you are; got together to do either everything or nothing but just hang out with each other.

Your relationship with him it’s… complicated to say the least, you guys have drunkenly make out, several times, you have walked in on him while he is masturbating and when he sees it’s just you, he continues, but you guys are just friends, friends that are with each other most of the time and friends that often have sexual tension going on but other than that you two are friends.

Today he got out of class earlier than you so that’s why you find yourself walking to his place alone, normally he would walk with you but he said something about needing to sign the package once it was delivered. Your mind wonders what kind of thing he ordered but knowing him it is something that he is going to like and you are going to be embarrassed to use. He didn’t give you more detail, just that it was something to wear.

Knocking on his door, it surprises you that he almost immediately opens it, “Hey, took you long enough”, rolling your eyes at his greeting you notice the big smile on his face though, “You seem excited about this, I’m getting scared now”.

He quickly hurried you to get inside while murmuring something between the lines ‘I am excited’ and ‘I hope you’re also excited’, he guides you to his bedroom and once inside he points to the bathroom “Uhm, it is inside, if you need help, I’m going to be right here”.

Oh you are so going to kill him, stepping inside his bathroom you notice a box that was already opened, upon inspection of what it’s inside you can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, “this barely covers anything…!”, you whispered to yourself while taking a look at your; what you can barely call; outfit. The dress is low cut in your chest so if you were to bend over all of your tits would be in display and it’s no better behind, the skirt barely covering your buttcheeks if you were to bend over both your behind and front would be all exposed.

Already embarrassed but you know there is still stuff in the box, you continue. Now putting the puppy ears on top of your hair, and for your legs he also chose some mid-thigh stockings in color pink, you won’t deny it you look really sexy right now but there is one last thing in this box you can’t find yourself capable of putting on.

It is a buttplug but it has a tail attached to it, complementing your pup ears, at least he was considerate enough to put a bottle of lube for you but still this is too much!! Getting rid of your panties you grab the bottle mentioned before and squirt the liquid inside onto your fingers, shuddering a bit at the cold feeling of the liquid around your rim you proceed to push a finger first letting out a small moan at the intrusion since you are not used to it. Going slow with it, in and out of it you then add another finger almost stumbling forward, with urgency your other hand grabs the counter of the sink to stabilize yourself.

Huffing at the feeling you stop before it starts to feel too intense, you retract your fingers and now grabbing the tail you squirt some more liquid on top of it, with your hands you smear it all over so that its insertion wouldn’t hurt as much. You give yourself a minute to recover and get used to the feeling prior to standing up straight and looking at your reflection in the mirror, turned to the side you can see the tail peeking out underneath the dress and your cheeks heat up at the image.

“Are you done? You have been in there for some time now” jumping a little bit at the sound of his voice you freeze, “Jake… this is too much”, you hear the handle of the door trying to open but it is stopped since you had lock it before, “Come on Y/N let me see you, what do you mean it’s too much?”, he tries again unlocking the door but fails to do so, “Give me some time! It’s embarrassing!”.

“Fuck, that means you already put all of it on? Come ooon, let me see you!” Jake is so excited to see you in the outfit that he picked up for you, he can almost feel himself salivating imagining how you look and getting frustrated when you don’t come out, one last time he tries to turn the door knob but you beat him to it by opening the door.

The sight in front of him has him already feeling hard in his trousers, you look so much better than any of his fantasies, “Fuck…”, it’s the only thing he can manage to let out, “You look so fucking good baby”, blushing you lift your head up to look at his face and he is looking at you like you are his prey, giving you that look like he would eat you in any moment.

“D-Do you like it?” You give him a little swirl to show it all off and you catch him letting out a growl when he sees the back, “I fucking love it Y/N, you have no idea…there’s just one last thing I got for you”, you see him walk over to his gaming set, he proceeds to grab something he had laying on top of his table. You try to follow him but once you walk just a bit you feel the buttplug making it almost impossible for you to move forward.

“You don’t have to walk puppy, I’m coming over to you”, you can’t believe how wet the pet name he called you got you, stopping your tracks he approaches you with his hands behind his back. As soon as he is in front of you he wraps whatever he has on his hands around your neck making a ‘click’ sound, “w-what?” “It’s a collar baby, it says Jake’s puppy”, you look at him with wide eyes while pressing your thighs together, how he is treating you right now should make you be ashamed but your body feels hot and each thing he does you feel arousal coming from your pussy.

“I was a bit scared that you were not going to like this, but look at you puppy I bet you’re dripping” with that being said he leans forward to capture your lips with his, the kiss being hot and intense, the way Jake kisses makes you always feel dizzy, your hands finding their way to grab his shirt in fists, on the other hand Jake’s hands go to your waist pulling you closer to him.

He separates your legs with one of his, gasping into the kiss when you feel your clit being press against his jean, the friction making you subconsciously buckle your hips forward, he groans and whispers against your lips “fuck puppy I can feel how wet you are”, you whine at his demeanor, “please, p-please fuck me master”.

He is on cloud nine once he hears you, smiling to you he pushes away and goes to sit on the edge of the bed, “Come puppy”, you take a step forward but he stops you by saying, “Pups don’t walk, they crawl baby, now be good and crawl to me”, even for your surprise you find yourself dropping down on your knees and then leaning forward to be on all fours, crawling of the way to where he was located.

You positioned yourself in between his legs on the floor, pressing your cheek against his left thigh and looking up at him expecting his next command, “Take off my pants pup”, you quickly help him out of his trousers and your mouth waters at the sight of his bulge, he is big, gulping you lean with your hands to take his boxers off but he catches them both, “take my boxers off with your teeth puppy”, it was a bit difficult for you but you manage to do exactly what he tells you to do.

“You are going to suck me off but you can’t use your hands okay?”, you nod your head rapidly and he does think you look like an excited puppy, he pats your head with his hand and smiles at you, “You are so good to me”, his dick is hard and ready to explode so he proceeds to tap himself of your mouth indicating that you should open and you do, you swirl your tongue on his tip, moaning at the taste then you carry on with taking him more deep in your mouth, enjoying how he reacts you hollow your cheeks and take more of him.

Maintaining eye contact with him, you reach your limit, your nose it’s touching his lower abdomen, “Mhm, such a slut for cock aren’t you, o-oh yessss, so good baby, your mouth so warm”, now you are bobbing your head up and down like sucking his cock with your tongue, all of your work on him makes him thrust his hips upwards making you gag and bring your hands up to his thighs, digging your nails onto them.

It seems that he like the pain as much as you, once he feels your manicured nails dig into him, he lets out a loud moan and how he sounds make you whine around his cock, working up and down his dick it’s making you feel so wet you bring one of your hands down to in between your legs and you start making circles on top of your clitoris, moaning into his cock.

“Fuckkk, you like sucking dick that much baby? That it makes you touch yourself? But you know better than that, stop touching your pussy or I’ll punish you”, as turned on you are by this you stop and bring your hand upward again to grip his thigh. What he does next is leaving you breathless, he puts both his hands around your head, grabbing you by your hair and thrusting with force into your mouth.

“I’m c-close baby yeah, just like that, fuck I-I’m coming”, with that last warning you feel him spill his seed inside your mouth, with tears threatening to fall down your eyes you moan at how he just used your mouth. Pulling out he pushes his thumb into your mouth making you open it, and he gathers spit on his mouth before spitting it into your mouth, “Swallow”.

Obeying him, you do, opening it once again to show him you did as he wanted to, he cups your cheek with one of his hands and smiles at you, “Such a good girl for me”, he forces you to stand up before sitting you down on his lap with each of your legs in one side of him, bringing your face closer to make out some more with you, tasting himself on your mouth but still loving it.

Pulling down the hem of your dress he starts playing around with your nipples in between his fingers, twisting and pinching them, the stimulation making you arch your back into his touch moaning into the kiss. He trails down kissing your chin and downwards to your neck leaving wet kisses and biting down, “You look so good with this collar on but I need to mark you or I’m going to go crazy”, unclipping it he throws it somewhere in his room without a care.

His hands now go to circle around your waist pressing you down on him, directly on top of his cock, both of you whine at the direct feeling and you feel the rush and need of grinding up against him, that feeling plus his mouth and lips all over your neck makes you go dumb.

“Fuckk, Jak- master please!” “Do you even know what you are begging for?”, he detaches himself from your neck and brings a hand to wrap around your hair, tugging it forcing you to look at him directly into his eyes, “Beg for it puppy”.

Tossing any thoughts of shame in your body you whine out, “master please, I need you inside me” “More pup” “Please! Please just fuck me! I need you”, humming in satisfaction he throws your body in the bed, laying on your back, he hovers on top of you in between your legs.

“Such a good girl, perfect for me, I’m going to make you mine”, with one hand holding your thigh, the other one is lining up his tip right in your hole. Liking how you react he proceeds to tease you by dragging his tip up and down all over your pussy lips, “W-Why so much teasing? Sir! Please!”, he loves your reaction, loving how much you need him so he decides that he is going to tease you some other time but right now he needs you as much or probably even more than you need him.

Letting out a moan when he finally pushes inside, loving how tight you feel and he knows you feel this way because of the buttplug that sits perfectly inside of you. He starts a pace slow at first but his thrusts were deep and hard, by every minute on how you feel and the noises that you let out are making him get needier, now going faster and harder bringing one hand to press up on the tail in between your cheeks, letting out a squeal in surprise while simultaneously clenching at the feeling, Jake lovesss how you feel.

After teasing your behind a bit more he moves his hand to your front now teasing and pinching your clitoris, “You get even wetter when I play with you puppy, f-fuck”, you give him a fucked up smile before launching yourself to his neck taking your turn to now mark him, licking, kissing and biting all over his neck. Upon your movements his hips stuttered but never stopped, he let you continue after all he would proudly show everyone your marks on him, marking him as yours.

He notices that you are panting even more, you have stopped your work on his neck and he knows by your body language that you definitely are close, “Ja-jake, can I cum…?”, already deep down in subspace he lets you get away with calling him by his name, after all he feels himself twitching at the sound of his own name, you sound so pretty, so submissive, he loves it.

“Of course baby, cum all over my cock”

With those words, your mouth opens in a ‘o’ shape, you release cries of his name and thank you’s, your orgasm hits you hard, arching into the bed, digging your nails into his biceps and you even feel your legs trembling with pleasure.

“All on fours puppy I want to cum all over your pretty ass”, with his assistance you turn yourself around and position your figure in all fours but once he re-enters you your arms give up, finding your body now face down and ass up, all presented for him.

He doesn’t stop one second even after you falling down, he loves the sight in front him, you, his pretty best friend that he loves, all spread out for him, with all the humiliating stuff he bought for both of you to enjoy, as much as he enjoys the fake tail going up and down with each thrust, he grabs it and slowly takes it out, growling at the sight of your rim all stretched out, opening and closing after the long time with the toy inside.

Gathering; once more; spit in his mouth, he throws it in your hole and pushes his thumb inside, losing it at the feeling of you tightening even more. “Fuck puppy, I-I’m closeee, shit”, you can’t believe that you feel the knot on your tummy one more time, reaching down to your clit, you draw circles on it, feeling the knot close to snapping you cry out, “Lets cum together master!”, with some final pushes inside of you both of you cum undone.

Trying to calm yourself down, you hiss when you feel Jake pull out, moving your body to lay down comfortably on his sheets, he reaches next to his bed he takes some wet wipes to clean you up, poorly but enough, helping you on your feet and helping you out of the outfit you both walk towards his bathroom to take a quick shower.

After going out and drying up he lends you some shirt and a pair of boxers for you to wear while he changes the sheets in his bed and puts on a clean pair.

Now lying next to each other you cuddle with him all in peace after everything you hear him cough with intention on you paying attention to him he says, “So…when are we doing this again?”

[soobszzn]

distant affection

synopsis: doing everyday tasks wasn’t a hassle when jungkook was with you - even if that meant you were miles apart.

pairing: ldr!jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, established + long distance relationship

content/warnings: long distance relationship and all things associated, mentions of food, jungkook is still an idol, brief (lol) mention of jungkook and his sexy calvin klein endorsement, use of “my love” in a teasing (& affectionate) context

wc: 1.8k

a/n: sorry this is so late!!! love u, S🌸

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you knew navigating a long distance relationship with the jeon jungkook would have its ups and downs. obviously, the time difference messed with you both. one person would be asleep when the other was awake, and even if you were awake at the same time, one of you would usually have to attend to other things.

the both of you made it work, though. you’d send each other pictures throughout the day and squeeze in video calls wherever you could. you’d mail each other gifts when you couldn’t be together for special occasions. when jungkook had a couple days off, you’d use it to have long movie dates online in which he would usually fall asleep first. but you didn’t mind.

during his longer breaks, he’d always make it a point to come visit you. the two of you would go sight-seeing in your own city or take a short trip to the next town over. you loved doing anything and everything with him, but the most enjoyable moments were in the mundane. you loved moments where you’d scroll on your phones together on the couch or tease each other while you brushed your teeth before bed.

saying goodbye was always the hardest. there wasn’t anything that could really make missing him hurt less. but while helping him pack during his last visit, you took advantage of when he snuck off to the bathroom and stole a hoodie out of his suitcase. you’d hoped he hadn’t noticed.

munching on your midday meal, you scrolled on your phone before getting a video call from your boyfriend. it was a welcome surprise, so you answered right away.

“hey! what are you doing awake right now? isn’t it like five in the morning?” his phone was looking at the ceiling and you heard music playing in the background. colorful lights speckled his ceiling, and you knew he was again enjoying the galaxy light projector you gifted him last christmas.

“i have a free day tomorrow! and i really wanted to talk to you!” he yelled, indicating he was far from his phone.

you smiled to yourself, appreciating your boyfriend and his sweet gesture. you guessed that with how busy he was recently, he’d be dead tired by the time he came home. but, the fact that you were the first thing on his mind made your heart leap. you then heard the faint music in the background cease, and watched as jungkook propped his phone up, front camera now facing him.

he was leaning on his kitchen counter, sleeve tattoo fully on display. his hair was long and fluffy, his bangs reaching his eyes. you could tell he was tired, but nothing could hide how handsome he was.

you noticed him stare intently into the phone screen. “what are you staring at?” you questioned with a laugh.

“you’re eating lunch right now, right? i’m hungry! let’s eat together!” he said excitedly. jungkook then adjusted his phone so that you had the perfect view of him busy at his stove. you watched as he began tossing things into his pan. you chuckled softly.

“what are you cooking?” you asked curiously, your head now resting in your hand.

“i’m just throwing stuff together, see?” he answered, now panning his phone to what looked like fried rice.

you giggled, now panning your phone to the makeshift fried rice you made for yourself just earlier. the two of you erupted into laughter.

“pretend i made that for you, okay?” you teased, setting your phone back down and taking another bite.

as jungkook finished preparing his meal, you asked him about his schedule for the day. he complained that he had a lot to do in the upcoming days because he had an international schedule set for next week.

“are you sure that’s not just code for coming to visit me?” you half-joked. you knew he was currently busy with solo activities, and it hadn’t been too long since he last visited. but there was always a small part of you that hoped any time he left korea, it was because he was on his way to you.

eventually, he ended up at his kitchen table, phone propped up as if you were sitting across from each other. after taking his first bite, he exclaimed with amazement at his own kitchen creation.

“wahh! wow!” he cried, intentionally being overdramatic. you laughed at his silly theatrics, but you found it all endearing nonetheless.

“want a bite?” he teased, holding a spoonful up to his phone. you proceeded to imitate receiving a bite, and the two of you laughed.

while enjoying your respective meals, you continued to chat about small and pointless things. despite the uneventful topics of conversation, eating together like this made you crave real dates with him. ones where he’d take you to a fancy restaurant for dinner or a small cafe for some coffee. you made a mental note to take him to a new brunch place that opened up the next time he visited.

“what else are you planning to do today?” he asked, making his way to his sink. you followed suit, thinking it would be cute to wash dishes “together.”

“whatever you’re planning to do today.” you replied warmly.

the two of you then washed your dishes simultaneously. your video call now filled with the sounds of water running and dishes clanking, with jungkook occasionally breaking into song or humming a familiar tune.

“i have some laundry i need to fold actually,” he mused afterwards, taking a quick scan of his home.

“i do too!” you replied excitedly at the convenient coincidence.

now, with both phones propped up in your respective living rooms, the two of you dove into your piles of laundry. you chatted about new music you were listening to, books you wanted to read, and the new spider-man movie that jungkook was excited to see.

when jungkook began tackling his pile of underwear, he started showcasing the new pieces he received from calvin klein.

“oh my god! what are those!” you laughed. the two of you giggled at the brightly coloured pairs that he was holding up to his phone. although not his typical style, you were glad one of his solo activities included being the endorser for such a popular - and sexy - brand.

you finished folding first, so you adjusted yourself comfortably on your sofa and watched jungkook continue. jungkook took a glance at you and smiled to himself.

“what?” you questioned with a pout.

“you look cute,” he answered with a soft chuckle. you were cuddled up on your couch, encompassed snugly within a throw blanket jungkook had previously gifted you. you hid your face in your hands bashfully.

as he finished folding his clothes, jungkook opted to play some of his music recommendations through his television. he’d softly sing along as you listened intently, chiming in with short remarks here and there.

“i like this one,” you commented after one of the songs ended.

“ah! why don’t i just sing for you, my love?” he suggested suddenly with a teasing tone.

“ew, no, don’t call me that!” you replied with fake disgust. you and jungkook would typically just call one another by your names, so the sudden use of a nickname both surprised and flustered you.

“but go ahead then, mr. jeon.” you continued, previous shyness now replaced with an intrigued arrogance.

after quickly setting up his karaoke machine, jungkook then turned to you smugly with his microphone in hand. he started out his late night - or perhaps early morning - performance with a couple songs related to inside jokes the two of you shared. you watched fondly as jungkook happily sang along to the upbeat pop music.

“don’t go overboard and strain your voice,” you gently reminded him.

“of course, my love.” he teased you again, with a wink this time. you playfully shot him a repulsed look in response.

following his high-spirited warm-up session, he then transitioned to singing his own music. in an attempt to impress your world-class entertainer of a boyfriend, you would sing along using bts fanchants and passionately wave around an imaginary army bomb. jungkook - while still seated on his sofa - would mimic the choreography as he ventured through his groups’ discography.

after running through a couple bts tracks, jungkook then transitioned to serenading you with songs he knew were your favourites. you gazed at him warmly, now completely immersed in him and his voice. although you’d hear him speak practically every day, you never tired of his soft and angelic singing.

through your now heavy eyelids, you noticed your boyfriends’ energy start to deplete as well. he had stopped dancing and moving around as dynamically as earlier, now only swaying back and forth on his couch. you were still comfortably curled up on your couch, now fighting the urge to slip into an afternoon nap.

“are you getting sleepy?” he asked softly after finishing another song.

“no, not at all,” you mumbled, shaking your head at him with a pout.

“alright, you liar.” he taunted playfully. you noticed him place his microphone down beside him, perhaps signalling that he was finished with his karaoke performance.

“wait! one more song!” you cried out in a sudden panic. you didn’t want this moment of bliss to end so soon. the two of you hadn’t had such a long call together in a while, so you wanted to indulge in this moment as much as you could.

“please. just one more song.” you implored, trying to persuade him with forced “puppy dog eyes.”

jungkook conceded with a sly smile, picking up his microphone again. then, ever so swiftly, you heard a slow and soft tune start to play. you allowed yourself to close your eyes, completely immersing yourself in jungkook’s melodic and affectionate final serenade to you.

before the song even concluded, you had fully fallen asleep on your couch. jungkook noticed this, finishing up the song quietly so as to not wake you suddenly. his lips curled into a soft grin as he watched you fall deeper into your slumber.

after tidying up his living room, he made his way to his bedroom with the hopes of getting some rest of his own. he propped you up beside him on his bed, as if the two of you were sleeping next to one another.

then, before succumbing to his own heavy eyelids, he jokingly whispered into his phone: “by the way, i know you have my hoodie.”

but he hoped you hadn’t heard.

[knullanon]

Could you do lex luthor who has a daughter who was taken and put into the justice league’s custody buttt our main character is very rebellious and sneaks out at night only to be kidnapped by mercy or smth and brought to lex? Sorry if it’s too detailed lol

I'll edit this later, I just wanted to get this out of my brain

TWs: kidnapping, mentions of paralyzation, lmk if I missed any!

Luthor sat in his office, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. He stared blankly out of the window, looking down as cars drove by Lexcorp. He didn’t want to be drinking as much, but there was no reason not to.

His baby was gone. You had disappeared almost 3 months before, and even though he had all of his people looking for you, there wasn’t a clue or lead that could trace back to you.

He remembered saying goodbye to you before you disappeared. He was going on a business trip, and while he would’ve brought you with him, he told himself that he wasn’t going to be gone for long, and that you would be fine for a day or two without him. Now, of course, he would take everything back if he could.

He had sent out every person he had, called in every favor, hell, he even asked Vandal Savage for help. Nothing. There was no one who knew where you were, and no one had seen you the night you disappeared either. Mercy had set up cameras and had sent people to try and find leads, but nothing had come up.

While Lex didn’t want to loose hope, he was starting to realize he might not ever see you again. Shaking his head, he poured himself another glass.

He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and shoved it under his desk. He looked at his glass, still full of whiskey and hid it behind a photograph. The photo was of you and him, on a beach, smiling. He remembered it. It was your birthday and you had asked him to go to Florida, because you had seen the beaches from some show he had let you watch. He didn’t take you to Florida, not that you knew that, but you were so happy that you got to go to the beach that you didn’t care. Even if it was on an island in the middle of the ocean, you had so much fun. He hadn’t seen you that happy in ages. He would bring you there every time he noticed you becoming more antsy or depressed. He was actually planning to bring you there right before you disappeared.

Before he could go back to wallowing in his sorrow, there was a ringing from his phone. He answered it, and Mercy’s voice was on the other line.

“I found them.”

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You never realized how weird it felt to be in public. You were never allowed to go outside much before, and even when you did, there were usually no one around

So being in a big city, full of lights, people and noise was very strange to you. The buildings were huge: Flashing colors on the windows, different displays of shops and restaurants around you. There was so much. You never thought that cities were like this. The only one you’ve ever seen is the one where Lexcorp was based out of. That one wasn’t as brilliant or flashy as this one. You couldn’t even remember what the name of it was, but you would have to ask one of the Justice League members about it.

Maybe not mentioning that you had left your containment. It was for your safety, they had told you, but you were sure Lex could find you if he really wanted to. He had people everywhere: There was no way he didn’t know you were with the League. Even so, you took precautions like wearing a hoodie and trying to avoid small groups and going for bigger crowds, to blend in.

Anyways, you continued to walk around the city, observing different stores and stalls trying to sell things or food. Eventually, you were on a part of the city that wasn’t as crowded. There were shops and stalls on every available space, along with people standing around them. As you continued walking, you saw a shop with a few people around it. When you got closer, you realized that it was a little burger shop. Your stomach grumbled and you reached into your pocket, seeing if you had any money. Thankfully, you did.

You looked at their menu that they had above the counter, deciding what you should order. Suddenly, an employee walked up the counter. He smiled, and asked, “Hello! Welcome to Burger Stop, how can I help you?”

“Hi, I would like-”

Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the upper arm and pulled you backwards. “_____! There you are!”

You turned to look, and to your surprise and horror, Mercy was there. You tried to pull away, but she held her grip on your arm. “Sorry, this is my daughter” She started to drag you away, ignoring you digging your heels into the pavement. She glanced back at you, saying, “You know it’s getting late. We should get going now.”

Before you could even respond, she led you away, ignoring your pleas and protests. She dragged you down the street, and even though you were digging your heels into the pavement, she did not budge. Eventually after a minute or two of her bringing you around different streets and roads, she brought you before a black Rolls Royce and opened the back seat for you. When you didn’t get in, she shoved you inside and slammed the door behind you. You tried to open the door, but you found it locked. Mercy went to the other side, blocking your only other escape route, and when she got in, she motioned to the driver to go.

“Mercy, I-”

“Save it for Luthor.”

Oh, she was pissed. She never used his actual name unless she was pissed. You tried to open the car door again, but she wasn’t having it. She grabbed your wrist and yanked you away from it, while also simultaneously pulling something out from her pocket.

You were just about to scream something out, when she pressed a small rag up to your mouth. You tried to pull her hand off, but she had gripped your jaw so you couldn't move away. After a moment or so, you felt your head get dizzy and your eyes started to become droopy.

You tried to get away from Mercy, pushing her as hard as you could, but you only brushed against her forearm before you fell limp in your seat.

The last thing you remember is her moving your seat belt onto you, and the lights of the city going by, as the car rumbled away to wherever she was taking you.

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that you had a raging headache, a migraine even. It hurt to even open your eyes, and moving any of your limbs took all of your strength. You were able to hear something or someone move beside you, but you didn’t really focus on them for a few moments.

You groaned as you tried to remember what had happened to you. Did one of the bat kids decide to take you out and you hit your head on something? Did you drink something you weren’t supposed to and get sick?

You heard murmuring from your side again, and you painfully turned your head towards the noise, opening your eyes to try and see what was happening.

You almost jumped out of the bed when you saw that Luthor was holding a glass of water, and holding something in his fist. However, you couldn’t even try to say anything, as your sudden movement from being startled gave more way to your headache, and you quickly laid back down, holding your head in your hands, trying to soothe your aching head.

You felt someone, probably Luthor, pulling you up from your position as he made you sit against the headboard of the bed. You were going to try and hit him, but you physically felt too sick to move. You couldn’t even make out anything without your eyes burning through your head, and the pain was unbearable.

Suddenly, someone nudged you on your arm, and you turned to see that it was Luthor, offering you the glass of water. You didn’t want to take it, but then you made out that he also had 2 pills with him. You quickly realized it was painkillers, and you reached for them.

First, he gave you the glass of water, letting you take a sip, before he handed you the pills. You downed both of them in one go, not wanting to delay the effect. You drank the rest of the water, leaving the glass on the nightstand next to you.

You felt a hand pet your head, and you didn’t turn away. Instead, you went to fall back asleep, trying to ignore everything around you. But he grabbed you by your arms and hoisted you up, so you were sitting against the headrest.

“How did you run away?”

You didn’t answer him, instead you glared at him and crossed your arms. He mimicked you, and chuckled. “You do realize I already know, correct?”

“Then why would you ask me in the first place?”

He uncrossed his arms and walked around the bed to the other side, where he picked up a folder on the nightstand. He flipped through it before he started to lay photos of you escaping through one of the very few galas that he would let you go to with those bat kids. You didn’t remember anything about them besides the little short one being a bitch, but apparent he was always like that. As he pulled out more photos, you turned towards him. “If you knew where I was, why didn’t you come and get me?” you asked snarkily.

He scoffed, grumbling, “Why didn’t you walk down 5 blocks to the Luthor hotel from that little tower they had you in? You went to a burger shop, for Gods sake, and that was a mile away.”

“I didn’t even do a

“Do not be sarcastic with me, I am in no mood to entertain that kind of behavior.” He dropped the folder onto the bed, before he went back to your side and sat back down. “Do you understand how foolish that was? For you to just run away, act like you don’t have a life here, with me?”

You rolled your eyes. “What life? Being stuck in a house all day, with nothing to do?”

At that, he rolled his own eyes. “How many instruments do you play? How many books do you have in that library that I had built for you, how many things in this house, no, mansion that I have made or bought for you? I have done so much for you, when I could’ve left you in someone else’s care, which would’ve been a hell of a lot harder than this.” He gestured towards your room, decorated with pillows and paintings and everything that you had asked him to get for you to decorate it. Everything was in your favorite color, how you liked it.

“You will not leave this island. You will not even leave this villa, or even go past the gates. In fact, you won’t leave your room unless you are accompanied by someone, either Mercy or… whoever I send for you, but you have crossed the line, _____.”

You stared at him, not surprised by his anger, as this is what you were expecting, but you had never seen him so mad.

He leered down at you, grabbing your shoulder. “Am I clear?”

In your heart, you wanted to defy him again, scream at him, curse him, and damn him down to hell. But the rational part of your brain knew that you have already pushed your boundaries with him. So, instead, you simply said, “OK.”

“OK, what?”

“OK, I understand.”

He stood back up, before he walked towards your door. But before he opened it, he turned his head towards you, vaguely saying, “The next time you leave like that, I’ll have you paralyzed.” If it wasn’t so quiet in the room, you wouldn’t have heard it. Before you could say anything else, he opened the door, and slammed it shut.

You almost wanted to start crying. But, instead, you wiped your eyes, and layed back down, hoping that in the morning, he might be in a better mood.

[starhaloeklypse]

Alright, it’s finally here, I worked on this like all month and it’s STILL somehow late, but I finished my pride month piece !! I’m so happy with it ! I had a blast with this even if I desperately wish I released it on-time, but oh well. I did enjoy making this, I tried to have each of them show off their respective flags by wearing accessories that to me felt in character for them. Alphys wearing enamel pins, Papyrus wearing stickers, Asgore’s flower crown, Mettaton’s feather boa and earrings, Sans literally just scribbling his flag colors on a shitty piece of paper and taping it to his forehead, etc. I also gave Papyrus and Alphys paraphernalia related to their special interests. It was definitely Frisk’s idea to wrap that gay ass ribbon around Flowey’s pot, though. Don’t worry he’s not homophobic lol, he just doesn’t care and doesn’t wanna be part of this picture. I did make Alphys and Mettaton’s proportions slightly off and it kills me a little but oh well. I also deliberately made this in a CMYK color profile, because I wanna make this into prints, someday. If that’s something you’d be interested in, please sound off in the replies ! I’d love to hear ! These are all my personal headcanons for the characters’ identities. I’ll list them in order from left to right (ironically saving probably the gayest character for last) in case some of the lesser known identities or flags get lost in translation.

Mad Mew Mew - Polyamorous, Transgender, Pansexual, Autistic

{Not LGBT but still noteworthy and celebrated }

Papyrus - Demisexual, Mlm ( Men loving Men /Gay ), Hyperromantic, Autistic

{Not LGBT but still noteworthy and celebrated }

Napstablook - Aromantic Asexual, Non-binary

Sans - Panromantic, Asexual, Non-binary

Frisk - Non-Binary, Autistic

{Not LGBT but still Noteworthy and celebrated }

Flowey - Representing the all-encompassing Rainbow pride flag, Not as a display of his own identity but because Frisk forced him to participate, he doesn’t really have any identity at all, I guess he’d best be described as Agender and Aroace , but I don’t think he’d call himself that or know what those words really mean.

Undyne - Lesbian

Alphys - Non-Binary , Pansexual, Autistic

{Not LGBT but still noteworthy and celebrated }

Toriel - Bisexual

Asgore - Bisexual

Mettaton - Transgender, Mlm ( Men loving Men / Gay ), Intersex, Hypersexual

That’s everyone ! I hope you all enjoy, if you like this and want to support me, want to request art, or support my future Undertale webcomic “JigSawTale”, feel free to check out my Kofi, but don’t feel pressured to donate. I hope you enjoy regardless, and have a wonderful day ! 💕🧡

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

hi!! i hope you are well, thank you for your amazing work as always! 💕

i really want to read all the victor wedding dates but i also saw some of your tweets (i don’t like calling them posts on x lol) about a traditional wedding as well??

i was wondering if you know the order or the names of the dates?? thank you 😩💞

hello! thank you so much for being so sweet, even though i’ve been MIA on the translation front for 7+ months now 😭 also, dw, i’m with you 🤝 i hate calling the platform by that dumb name el0n gave 🤡

by order, do you mean the order of the wedding themed dates? anyway, i’ll break down the two categories.

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➤ category 1: the AUs (alternate universes)

there are just too many AU cards where we either had weddings or were married, so if you wanted a list of that, do let me know b/c i’m not including them here lol 😂😭

moving onto the ones that actually matter—

➤ category 2: the canon timeline

✦ Deep Love Date, 2019 (video)

it was a rehearsal wedding for Li Zeyan’s aunt, and we did end up “getting married” minus the paperwork lol + if you know why he tied Eldredge knot, it’s even more emotional.

✦ Colors of The Human World, 2020 (translation | video)

one of my most favorite dates till date. here we did the wedding rituals for Ronan’s docu series, however, we did the kowtow (equivalent of “I do and exchanging of vows” in western weddings) of our own accord and it wasn’t a part of the filming.

✦ Remainder of One’s Life Date, 2022 (translation | video)

no fake wedding this time. we proposed to each other, for real.

✦ Promise of The Palanquin, 2024

i guess this is the card you saw me talking about on twitter? i’m not saying it b/c he’s my bias lol, it’s actually the general consensus of the fandom: this is one of the most beautifully written stories ever.

it’s this year’s anniversary card. Li Zeyan and his MC get *married* married, in the realest™ of the real ways possible.

as for the translation of the latest card, i’m in the middle of my semester finals right now, but i do plan on translating the card after my exams are over and !show off share the chinese wedding traditions, cultural beliefs, and literatures incorporated to display the devotion and reverence with which Li Zeyan and his MC treat their relationship! i promise it’ll be worth the wait~ 🥹❤️

hope this answered your questions! and let me know if there’s anything else you wanted to know~ (⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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[c0la-queen]

Heya, I just sort of stumbled across your blog and I’m genuinely so impressed by how good your writing is! I ended up binge reading a bunch of your works lol. I was wondering if I could request something for Eddsworld? Honestly, your last Tord piece has been stuck in my mind so I was thinking of a situation where the reader is either uncomfortable because of some other guy or even something more dangerous like being followed and Tord ends up being involved. I know it’s really cliche but I’m interested in how he would handle it and what he would prioritise first. Obviously, I know you’re gonna be busy for a while so don’t feel pressured to get this done soon or at all if you don’t feel up to it. Hope you have a wonderful day/night ❤️

HIII OMG reading this made me so giddy!! I had free time this weekend and your request got my neurons firing so I HAD to write a piece for this right away!!! Thank you so much for your sweet words, and I hope you enjoy it! Mwah mwah!

Scary Dog Privilege | Tord x Reader

Warnings: Creepy incel guy, heavy misogyny, homophobia if you squint, I cringed writing this guy, Tord makes a threat

Words: ~1.9k

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The windows were down on Tord's car, letting the breeze in. It whipped your hair around, sometimes blowing a few strands into your face. It only made you giggle. A huff to your right drew your attention to the driver's side. Tord had one hand on the wheel, his other arm rested on the windowsill. His vape was in his hand.

"What are you laughing about over there?"

He blew a cloud out of the window before answering you.

"You're being silly. It's cute."

You settled back in your seat as you came to a stop at a red light. Without the rumble of the engine, the music playing from the speaker floated out into the town around you. You glanced at the display screen on the radio. fuK u lol by CORPSE. Your head bobbed as you took in the sights of the town. There was an older couple in the lane beside you. The woman seemed to be eyeing you suspiciously. It didn't bother you, though. You looked down, smoothing down the fabric of your outfit. White skirt, black tights, strawberry cardigan, and pink converse. Heart shaped earrings danged from your ears, and a matching heart shaped purse was at your feet. You felt cute and happy. Tord had, at least, put on a different outfit for your date, rather than wearing his usual red hoodie combo. It was still red themed, but you didn't expect any less. If your boys were anything, they were consistent.

You and Tord had always been opposites in most things. He was all doom and gloom, ice cold glares, vapes and cigarettes, black clothes and heavy rock music. He was blunt, he seemed apathetic, and often was rude. You were energetic and sweet. You loved bright colors and cutesy things. Cake and frappes with lots of whipped cream. You loved to share compliments with others, had a big heart, and cared deeply for others. That's not to say that you and Tord were incompatible - your relationship had been going strong for a couple of years now. Your opposite traits seemed to balance each other out. When you got too overwhelmed or worked up, he was there to douse you with a healthy round of realism, grounding you back to the present and calming you down. You were there when he started to feel like he wasn't himself, when he started to slip back into the person he was forced to be in the cold winters of Norway, you reminded him of the warmth of home.

And, over time, you developed similarities. Before you met him, you had dipped your toes into anime, but he let you watch them with him and soon it became a tradition of yours to binge-watch shows together. Tord had stopped drawing since high school, but watching you mindlessly doodle on blank paper while he tinkered away at his work desk reminded him of the joy it had brought him as a teen - so he started again. Plus, he had a brand new muse this time. Or if there was things that one of you enjoyed doing that wasn't quite the other's thing, that was okay too. Tord would sit at the kitchen table while you baked, scrolling away on his phone and occasionally showing you Tik Toks that you'd like. You would sit on his lap while he played PC games, either playing calmer games on your Switch or watching his gameplay until you fell asleep.

It looked strange to others, but for you and Tord, it worked.

You zoned back in as the car pulled into a parking space. Tord turned to you as he parked.

"Where'd you go, hm?"

"Nowhere. Just thinking of you."

Tord gave you a scrutinizing look, attempting to see if you were lying to him or not. (He always said you had a knack for downplaying your feelings. You insisted you had no idea what he was talking about.) Seemingly satisfied with what he found, he hummed and shut off the engine. You climbed out of the car, stretching out your legs.

The manga store that you and Tord liked to frequent was only a 20 minute ride into town from your neighborhood. It wasn't a little hole-in-the-wall, five sets of aisles in a tiny room type of place. This store was actually fairly popular, seeing an average flow of customers throughout the day. It helped that the owners had implemented a café area, where you could order anime character themed drinks.

The girl working the café counter waved at the two of you as you walked in. You smiled and waved as you walked over. She was familiar with you, since she worked on a lot of the days that you came in. You and her got along really well.

"Hi, Ruby! You dyed your hair a new color! The lavender looks really good on you."

"Thank you! I did love the red, but it was starting to get a little boring for me. Thought I'd spice it up."

She set down the equipment she was cleaning and walked over to the register.

"You guys gonna have your usual or do you wanna try something new?"

Tord was likely going to just have his usual drink, but you decided to give a new drink a chance. You looked up at Tord.

"I wanna try the Squirtle Sour Candy Boba."

He nodded, then ushered you off to the aisles. That's how things usually went during your outings here. He'd order your drinks while you went wandering off into the aisles, and he'd find you after the drinks were ready. It had taken a bit of argument between the two of you for you to give up trying to pay for your own drinks - he was just as stubborn as you were sometimes. You came to a compromise, though, when he let you buy your own manga and merch.

As usual, your first pit stop was to the romance manga. There weren't too many other customers - an older alt couple looking at the Jojo manga, a teenage boy at the BL section, and a small group of teenage girls giggling softly in the isekai aisle. You hummed softly as you looked over the covers, seeing if anything new caught your eye. You stopped once you reached the section you were looking for. Komi Can't Communicate.

You crouched down so you were level with the more recent volumes. Most of the time, you bought three volumes at a time. You huffed softly when you realized that this time, they were missing one of the ones you needed. Volumes 12, 13, and 15 were there - but no volume 14. With an exasperated sigh, you reached out and picked up volume 12, only to nearly drop it when a voice startled you.

"You know, there are more tasteful series that you'd probably enjoy more than that one."

You looked to your right. Someone had walked into the aisle with you when you weren't paying attention. It was a man, looking to be in around his 30s or so. You could feel yourself fight back a physical reaction to his appearance, and not in a good way. He had on what you could recognize as a Deadpool shirt on underneath a black zip-up hoodie that looked like it hadn't been washed in far too long. The ensemble was topped off perfectly with a leather necklace cord and a metal pendant that you would've guessed was a Naruto symbol of some kind (admittedly, you had never watched Naruto, and Tord mentioned that it wasn't really worth it in his opinion.)

Alarm bells were going off in your head at the sight of him.

"Oh. Is that so?"

As you stood up straight, you gave him a smile that you hoped wasn't too obviously forced. If he noticed, he didn't care.

"Since you're here by yourself, clearly you're a female of sense. You should start off with Dragon Ball. It is the very zenith of anime culture, and anyone who hasn't experienced it doesn't deserve to call themselves an anime fan."

Your alarm bells got louder.

"Actually, um, I know what Dragon Ball is. I've watched it since I was little - my older sibling showed it to me."

You hated the way an excited glint flashed across the man's eyes. He stepped a little closer to you.

"It seems I was right about you. You do have taste. It's not every day I meet a female who is familiar with real anime. Usually its only females who have been brainwashed by social media to think that they're bisexual, who come in here to read trash like Haikyu."

He stepped closer again. You tried to subtly shift backwards.

"Shows like that shouldn't even be categorized as anime. Its all woke propaganda that makes females change their dating standards for submissive men. But I can tell that you're different. You-"

"There you are."

Something solid and warm pressed against your back. You felt yourself immediately relax in Tord's presence. Turning to him, you gratefully took your drink from his hand.

His eyes weren't on you.

Tord was staring down the man in front of you, eyes the color of cold steel. He was easily taller than the other man, and definitely stronger. The man seemed to cower slightly.

"I was, uh, just talking to the lovely girl here-"

Tord cut him off by saying your name. Only when you tilted your head back to him did he finally glance at you.

"Get your other two volumes."

He didn't need to tell you twice. Ignoring the now blubbering man, who was once again the focus of Tord's piercing gaze, you dipped down and grabbed volumes 13 and 15. You could look for 14 some other time.

"Go to the plushie aisle. I'll meet you there."

You only spared one last glance at the man before slipping past Tord, heading around to the aisle filled with plushies and other merch. You couldn't see or hear Tord and the man, and you weren't sure you wanted to.

Standing in front of the bin of plushies, you slid your phone out of your purse and pulled up your private messages with Edd. You typed out a quick message to him.

'Tord might beat a guy to death.'

Edd, who was working on some commissions today, replied fast.

'Nothing new. What was it this time?'

'Creepy guy wouldn't leave me alone. Gave off incel vibes.'

'Yikes. I'm on Tord's side. Hope he kicks the guy's ass.'

Before you could continue the chat, you felt arms wrap around your waist. Tord rested his chin against your shoulder.

"You shouldn't tattle on me to Edd."

"Edd doesn't care, as long as you don't get yourself hurt. What did you do to the dude?"

Tord huffed. He was grumpy.

"Told him that if he was ever a creep to you again, I'd saw his balls off with a rusty scalpel and shove them down his throat. It was effective. He ran away, like a little bitch."

Despite it all, you couldn't help but giggle. You turned, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"My hero. Let's go look at the Jujutsu Kaisen section."

[nalyra-dreaming]

I have (re)watched Lambs of Gods now. (Tagging @slutaciouslestat as promised 😅).

Here‘s my… thoughts, roughly in order:

Arrogant asshole but the clothes really look sleek on him

Sam really knows how to use mannerisms for display of character traits (in this case: smoking). Holy moly.

That cast right? They had to leave the cast open in the back for… practical reasons. Like, a cast takes a while to dry, and then the night, and the day after… Good thing he is in the stable already 😬 (And imagining the handling inside, later?! 😬😅)

The fact that he is receptive to the reality/visions was a nice twist!

Why do they all shave him?!!! *grumbles* ;))

The stories as a means to tell the harsh past was very well done.

The baby Moses thing. LMAO. (And also as vicious as his reaction was I can understand it)

The inspector being called Barnaby. I mean…

I loved the stories woven into the clothing.

I also loved his face at getting told that was his hair 🤣

Think Sam learned to knit for this?!

Him becoming a sister was weirdly poetic and touching in its own right. I was so glad they didn’t stray to brother after the initial announcement.

All that jerking off … “nothing“ mh hmmm. (Knowing Sam really wanted this part… I couldn’t be an actor 🙈😬)

I liked the address of the hypocrisy of the church vs the (supposedly) real belief

That shirt was really the perfect length wasn’t it

Throwing him out of the window… ouch

The oven.

I am in awe how someone so pretty can make such faces. Seriously. 🤣

The fairy tale visuals are quite breathtaking in their poignant simplicity

The reaction to the ring tone…. 😭

Like, I know these were cleaning the wound, but I probably would’ve reacted the same way

The butterfly -.-

Bathing day… 😌

That photo of lil baby Sam… 😻 (Yes, said in Jacob’s voice^^)

Ohhh that Father insinuating like that to Frankie… I would’ve flipped my shit. And to make her drink 😒

The low lighting they used (and yet everything was clearly visible which was nice) makes the pupils enormously large

Dying Day (lol)

Oh him having synesthesia is so interesting, I wonder if Sam and Assad discussed that?!

I didn’t think I‘d care so much for Frankie and her story but it was beautifully done

As was that scene with the colors 😭

Well, Father "Bob" got what he deserved

The oven. I think I said that before. Ahem.

They filmed really prettily

The mystical aspects of it all were very nicely done, nice and subtle

I did say that Father Bob had it coming, right

(Also, fathering a child while not even managing to errr... finish... and not knowing...)

I almost cried at the robes tbh

And I didn't expect this to have a happy ending...

So. Really liked it, didn't like that it was so hard to track down and watch, whyyyyyy can't I own a DVD of it?! *sighs*

Anyways, I'm glad Sam likes to do these roles that are quite special?! I hope he gets to do many more of these. 🥰

And, of course, probably the most famous of them all... 😈

[pocket-vvardvark]

21, 14, 23, P, R, Z, and 📝? 👀 I hope these aren't too many! 💖

I have been mainly answering for my vestige, but I have been inspired by all the skyrim and ldb OC’s to write for my own gal, Alexandra 😳Maybe some lore will come to me, haha 😂

21.) First major change in their life, and how they deal with it

Alexandra’s first change in her life is when she is taken by a family friend to the temple of Mara. Her late mother’s friend, Karine, takes her to the temple of Mara in hopes of improving her temper and restless nature. At first, she is disgruntled by the very idea of being surrounded by the goddess of love and compassion, but really, these feelings are deeply rooted in isolation. She feels clumsy and undeserving of such kindness. To deal with the change, Karine helps train Alexandra to stave some of her anger away. Distractions improve Alexandra’s behavior, and soon, she is assisting the temple in other ways, too. 

14.) First time facing their fears

It might not seem like it due to her stoic/arrogant nature, but Alexandra has difficulty communicating what she feels. Those feelings make her feel weak, and it’s something she hastily pushes to the back of her mind whenever thoughts such as those begin to linger. Surprisingly, I think facing her future is actually easier than letting people in. Arrogance and stubbornness come easier than compliance, so things get tricky when she joins the companions. It’s the first time she has to comply by the rules of teamwork. Things are extra spicy, because she ends up developing feelings for Vilkas (who she frequently butts heads with). That is probably the most terrifying thing she has ever faced. 

23.) First display of their powers or abilities

Hmm, I like to think the very first display of Alexandra’s powers is when she trains at the temple of Mara. Like her mother, she takes to the healing arts easily. What is a surprise, though, is her natural ability to wield magic. As a Nord, it’s a bit odd, but if you consider her very colorful ancestry (many Altmer and half-nord-half-altmer relatives), it makes more sense. Conjured daggers and swords are her first summonings while training with Karine. 

P.) First time seeing the other all dressed up

So, I’m thinking there should be some grand celebration after the dragonborn defeats Alduin. Like, maybe the Jarl throws a ball, or something. Anyways, I could totally imagine Alexandra getting all dressed up and the companions are there, too. Vilkas sees her and is totally shocked by how well she cleans up (help, I’m fangirling already 😭). I could see her ogling him in whatever he wears to the celebration, too. 

R.) First time cooking for the other

Vilkas took Kodlak’s death very hard, and Alexandra had difficulty watching him suffer. Communicating is already hard enough, so instead of giving her condolences, she bakes for him. She feels stupid for being such a sap, but essentially throws some strawberry crostata at him with a personalized little note with the words she can’t say to him face-to-face. 

Z.) First time they said “I love you”

This is all hypothetical lol, but I like the idea that Alexandra brings Vilkas along as a traveling companion after she becomes harbinger. They grow closer, even as they bicker. Alduin’s approach is a looming threat that Vilkas can no longer ignore. Their conversations become a bit more in depth, and not so argumentative, because the reality of her situation is starting to dawn on him. The fact that he might not ever see her again pushes him to say he loves her before she leaves to skuldafn. It’s hasty, and very much unrehearsed, but it’s genuine. When Alexandra returns, she confesses, and hugs him for the first time. I’m not crying, I swear. 

📝) I have had Alexandra as an OC since I was very, very young. Like, either 12 or 13 years old, haha! (that’s also why she has my name lol) My oldest art is likely lost to time, but I have one from around 2018-2019 (left) and then a recent one (right)! She is waaay taller and curvier than what she used to be (which could be a testament to my gayness, who knows 👀). Her personality pretty much stayed the same, though. I always thought of her as stoic, a little on the arrogant side, but still with a healthy amount of (hidden) compassion. 

[pothosrays]

i think i asked before but i cant find it 😅, but i was wondering what youd recommend for someone to look into who's only just now starting to get into digital art? like if you could recomment certain programs or devices or just any advice? also your work is rlly rlly cool btw

start with a free program like medibang, firealpaca, or krita or if u have windows just fuck around in mspaint tbh. (don't let people lie to u about mspaint it can be used for really good artwork people r just weird about it for some reason) if u wanna use ur phone ibispaint is still pretty good. just watch the ad and u get free things for like. idk what. 18 hours? still good.

for things like tablets there's plenty of cheap small starter graphics tablets out there for like 50 USD or less, idk what your currency is. A huion display is what I use but I've heard good things about their regular pen tabs too. Do your own research there, but you really don't need a super fancy tablet tbh. Also don't let people lie to you, you can use a mouse to draw it's not impossible. it's difficult but like it's possible LOL. I don't recommend it long term though it can fuck up your wrist.

I use paid products but I don't recommend that for beginners anyways. just get something free and have fun with it, that's honestly like the most important thing. Just have fun, don't worry about perfection or making something look good at first. Just enjoy the process because that's the most important thing anyways. Experiment a bunch and fuck around, eventually you'll learn things as time goes on cause that's just how it be.

Don't worry about the overwhelming amounts of settings on art apps right now either, all you really need to know is layers, brushes/erasers, eyedropper tools, color wheels, and select/transform tools since they're the more important ones anyways. I would recommend simplifying your app layouts to those core things if Possible, but if not then just remember where they are and only pay attention to those for now.

I hope u have fun starting out :] it can be overwhelming at first but it's really enjoyable i prommy.

[vodid]

I really hope this doesn't come across wrong because I don't mean any shade or criticism, just genuinely curious. Why have you progressively muted color in your artwork over the years? Again, I don't mean anything negative. Your artwork is truly gorgeous, and the softer colors suit your style and make it stand out. I'm just genuinely curious since you've mentioned it yourself several times, and I'm someone who struggles with color theory to begin with. Is it a conscious choice, brighter palettes being overstimulating, some combination, etc.? Thank you for sharing your art, and I apologize profusely if this was a bad question to ask.

you're all good! i love sharing my journey. i get this question a lot and all i can really say is uh my brain took color theory a little too seriously and now it can't stop its subconscious descent

basically, once i learned color theory in 2019/2020, my brain hooked onto that concept and could match a lot of colors to a specific hue in the canvas

unfortunately for me, this extended to clip studio paint's UI (and the gray canvas i'd start out with) and it started to influence my palettes. gradually, as i got better with color, the desaturation/low contrast took over because of it. and it just progressively gets worse lol

my old laptop (used 2015–early 2020) had the WORST display for art with insanely inaccurate colors, so i wasn't able to delve too much into less intense palettes until i had gotten my gaming laptop in june 2020. along with that, the UI of my old laptop's clip studio was much lighter and higher contrast than that of its current one

here is a great example of how my art's progressed over time

i think a major pivotal point into my current style (which if you asked me at the time, i would've said nah my style was already desaturated oh boy was it not looking at my art now) was doing huevember, where i had created my own prompts with muted colors. the extreme palette of that event just absolutely set my brain on its path and you can tell by the end of that month (done bottom right first, top left last)

i do find it a lot easier on the eyes, which absolutely is a reason why i still follow it so strongly. i don't do well with bright screens, which is why i ditched the white canvas SO quickly in 2017 when i first started out. funny enough, nowadays i have to turn my brightness up so far just to be able to better see my art ...which absolutely kills my eyes if i switch to my light mode browser or something lol

my art's definitely softened up too since a) switching from pencil to gouache to rectangle brush, and b) colored lineart and then painting over lineart. it's a combination of things, yes but mostly just my brain like to play "match the colors" n all ahaha

that's my ramble 😌 thank you! <3

[haganez]

post fic under read more

actually i figured it out so i can do both now lol

heres a link to the doc for anyone who wants it and the chaeya thing below the cut

“Kae, you home?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer to begin looking, he’s been itching to see Kaeya since he’d first left, checking through each room of his quarters for a glimpse of him. At this hour he’d normally find him still awake and toiling away at some mind numbing paperwork and unable to get himself in bed, but it’s the brisk chill that grows the further in he gets that concerns him. It’s early fall in Mond, though the hottest days of the year are fading away and the turning colors of autumn have begun to peak, the days are still fair and warm more often than not. Yet, by the time he's reached Kaeya’s bedroom door goosebumps have begun to creep up his bare arms and nip at his neck, even the door handle is ice-cold to the touch. 

The door creaks open, cold-snap whipping him in the face. “Kaeya?”

Childe almost assumes he’s not here either until the comforter groans at him, aegean blue hair peeking out from above. 

He peels the blanket off of him and Kaeya barely reacts, only responding with a moan and turning further into his pillow. Childe puts a hand to his forehead, strands of hair sticking to his forehead, not from sweat, but condensation; he’s freezing. “You okay?” Childe asks, which only earns him an irked look. Right, he thinks, of course not.

Many assume a Cryo Vision makes the bearer immune to common colds and sniffles, and while there is some truth to that, it does grant them some resistance to the colder elements, once that's been worn down the chills ache them to the bone. 

“How long have you been sick?” 

“A day.” The gears in his brain work slowly, dull ache all over clouding his brain. He corrects himself. “Two days.” 

“Wait here”, Kaeya thinks he hears him say, as if he’d be going anywhere else. But he does as he’s told and simply waits, burying his head back under the layers of blankets to block the sun.

Ajax does eventually return, this time with a warm stew and fresh tea, herbal smell livening up the stale air of the room. “Can you eat by yourself? I can help if you need it.” He says, helping Kaeya sit up and positioning him with as many of their pillows as he needs. 

Kaeya would like to say yes, but he’s gotten vertigo just sitting up. He does his best to steady him enough to speak and settles for a meek, “I’ll try”.

Most of the day blurs— he eats, Childe helps him wash, change clothes— but by the end of it he does feel a little lighter. It’s an embarrassing feeling to be so doted on again, but Ajax makes it seem so easy. Likely to do with all the family he’s mentioned before, helping and taking care of others is second nature to him now. 

Back in bed and with a better disposition he expects Childe to leave for his own sake, but instead, the ginger crawls under the covers with him and presses his chest to Kaeya’s back, messily spooning him. Really an incredible display of his utter lack of self preservation.

“Go away, you’re going to get sick.” He tries, but Ajax doesn’t seem disturbed by it. In fact, he makes a show of peppering chaste kisses to the back of Kaeya’s neck and shoulder. 

“Don’t care, I’m not just going to leave you here alone.” Which, to Ajax, seems like common sense. 

Kaeya tries again. “You’re being stupid.”

“Maybe.”

“Definitely.”

Kaeya realizes arguing with him on this subject is akin to chatting with a brick wall and gives in with a huff. “You’re clingy,” but there’s no malice behind it, only an observation.

“I missed you.” He nuzzles his face into the nape of his shoulder, his arm wrapped around his waist pulling Kaeya closer to him. 

“I just saw you less than a week ago.” 

“I miss you every time I go, doesn’t matter how long.”

Ah. An odd heat creeps up his neck, which he’s hoping he can blame on another wave of a fever. He hates how he’s able to so casually say things like that. It always leaves him reeling and feeling far too exposed, it should be this easy for someone to chip at the walls he’s been carefully crafting for years.

His instinct is to quip something sarcastic back, something to downplay and conceal how he really feels. Thankfully though, his cold twists his words out of his control.

“I missed you too.”

[enchantedchocolatebars]

A continuation of this. Titling the written piece as "The Happy Human Meets The Winsome Witch" (get it lol) and deciding that it will definitely be a chapter in my full-length chapter story (I talk more about that here). "Clara" is my wittewife. Some things might not stay the same in the actual story, but this is what I have so far.

Enjoy! <3

"Alright, Syrup," Clara began, a bright and cheery smile on her face as she looked to the blue jay settled on her right shoulder. "You ready?"

Syrup, her palisman, responded with a small nod and a sweet tweet to the question.

Clara giggled at the cute chrip that left the bird's beak. "Same. Time to open the shop!"

As she sat on her stool, the witch used her magic to flip the 'closed' sign to 'open' and folded both of her hands together on the table.

Behind the witch was a sign in feminine lettering that was colored orange on a white background that read 'Clara's Charms'.

The tablecloth itself was decorated with an assortment of new, but also really random, knick knacks from the human world that she found during her trip to the shore.

Excitement started to fill her eyes.

She was so eager to sell them to some buyers who she hoped would be arriving soon to her stand.

The Bonesborough marketplace was always busy on midmorning weekends, which was beneficial for a saleswoman like Clara, but also disadvantageous because of all the other sellers.

The competition, while friendly at times, was also fierce, so she and Syrup had to ensure they were on their A game.

No messing around!

They've got this.

As the two waited patiently for a patron to approach their business, a demon dressed in a doublet walks by their display.

Clara's eyes instantly light up.

A possible customer, she thought to herself.

The witch was determined to seize this opportunity.

"Hello, sir!" She greeted cheerfully, grabbing his attention as he stopped and turned to see her.

"Oh, good morning, miss!" The demon greeted back with a smile, kindly lifting his hat some before setting it down.

"I have a question to ask. Would you be interested in buying this furry piece of fabric from the human world?" Clara asked, picking up a beaver pelt from her table to present to the man.

"It has a variety of uses! For example, you can use it as a scarf." Clara tied the pelt around her neck like a scarf as she flipped the longer end over her shoulder all sassy like.

As she untied the beaver skin, she continued her demonstration by balling it up before putting it on her head.

She then directed both her fingers at it. "A hat. Or..."

Clara removed the pelt from her head and put it back on the table, still in the shape of a ball, as she glanced at Syrup and gave her a nod.

Understanding the signal, the blue jay flew over to the pelt and nestled herself into it.

Jazz hands went to gesture gleefully at the new nest. "Ta-da! It can become a new bed for your palisman!" Clara exclaimed.

"So what do you think? Does this tickle your fancy? It can be all yours for only a total of ten sails!"

She made the material look intriguing enough for someone to be interested in buying it, right?

"That?" The man questioned. He shook his head, pulling out a beaver pelt of his own.

He shined her a somewhat sad smile.

"I'm really sorry, miss, but I had already purchased one from over there," He informed her, directing his finger at a stand that was a few stands away from hers.

It was being run by a literal piggy bank who sat on a stool with a sign above him that read "Mr. Piggy Bank's Human Collectibles".

As Mr. Piggy Bank finished selling a pelt to a customer, more customers came up to him with snails in their hands, eager to buy his items.

"He's selling them for only 5 snails."

Clara's expression slowly changed to sadness.

"Oh...," The witch went, her shoulders rounding forward as the man walked away.

Syrup flies over and settles on her owner's slump shoulder after seeing this, chirping some birdy encouragement in her pointed ear.

Her words would always match the sweetness of her name.

Clara let out a giggle and patted Syrup's head feathers with her index finger.

"You're right, Syrup," she told her blue jay companion, determination shining through in her small smile as she straightened her posture.

"We just have to keep trying."

Syrup tweeted again, giving a single nod of agreement.

A woman dressed regally in a red gown wearing a powdered wig and a fake mole passes by, which makes Clara grin excitedly as she greets her.

"Morning, madam." Clara cutely curtsied to the fanciful woman before continuing with a compliment.

"That red dress looks absolutely ravishing on you," she cheerfully states, finishing her sentence with a light hum.

Despite trying to make a sale to the woman, Clara genuinely meant her compliment.

The woman in red replied with a giggle, slight flush on her face from the polite praise. "Oh, why thank you," she said.

"You know what would go really well with your dress?"

With great elegance, Clara pulls from behind her a folded hand-held fan that is closed.

"This."

The fan is revealed to be the same color as the woman's dress when she opens it.

"It's a fan from the human realm!"

"Really?" the woman asked in amazement

Clara happily responded with a nod.

"Oh, say no more," the woman cheerfully states, reaching into her large, white wig to pull out two hand-held fans that are much more decorative than Clara's single fan.

The witch seller's smile starts to falter.

The woman starts to fan herself with both fans as she speaks.

"I just bought three from that stall there."

Her palisman, a white monkey, pops its head out of her wig and pulls out the third fan as they start fanning themselves gracefully.

The woman glances back at the stand where she had previously been, which was Mr. Piggy Bank's stand.

The pig was very prosperous as he stood silent on a large brown sack filled with snails, selling hand fans left and right to customers.

Clara opened her mouth to speak, but the woman was already walking away. "Thank you for the offer, though."

"You're...welcome," Clara whispered, gazing sadly at her booth table.

However, hearing nearby footsteps causes her to look up.

Clara quickly pulls out a silver coin (a quarter) from the human realm from inside her hair, hoping to sell it, only to see two potential buyers pass by with jars filled with the same coins from the direction of Mr. Piggy Bank's stand.

He now had two big sacks filled with snails sitting behind him, with two picture frames of his piggy bank kids being sent to one of the best colleges in Bonesborough standing on each sack.

When customers came to his stand, they would buy a jar from him, lift him, and shake out the silver coins that he kept inside his body into their jars before paying him in snails.

Clara sighed a second sad sigh, averting her gaze once more as Syrup quietly chriped, rubbing her beak against Clara's cheek.

The witch felt nothing but defeat wash over her.

"Why don't you turn that frown upside down and sell me some of your greatest charms?"

Clara was quick to look up when she heard the soft voice, which was full of happiness and kindness.

A stranger wearing a green cloak with his hood up caught her eye as he stood in front of her booth.

Clara was able to see a small part of his face, and he had the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen on a witch.

He also had an adorable blonde forelock sticking out of his hood.

"R-Really?" Clara sniffled in cute disbelief as she wiped away the start of tears from the corners of her hazel eyes.

The stranger nodded.

He saw how down she looked when he was leisurely walking through the marketplace and wanted to help her out.

Plus, her stand did look quite cute and unique.

"But don't you want to buy from him?" Clara asked, pointing at Mr. Piggy Bank's stand.

The stranger glances in the direction she's pointing and looks back at her.

"Despite the cuteness of that piggy bank, you're even cuter."

After receiving such a flirtatious response, Clara lets out a soft laugh and begins bagging her best items for the stranger, her cheeks becoming the lightest pink.

Her fondness for him was already starting to show.

[sailorspazz]

Inouesatoh Exhibition 2023

In the summer of 2019, Vanilla Gallery in Tokyo hosted an exhibition for Inouesatoh featuring her 10 Dance art. In July 2023, they announced they would be running a second exhibition from September 7th to the 24th, this time additionally including her works from before 10 Dance, serving to also celebrate the 20th anniversary of her manga career. In addition, there would be new 10 Dance goods for sale, as well as some merch from earlier events. After attending the amazing Real 10 Dance event in February 2023, surely I couldn't justify going to Japan twice in one year for 10 Dance related things, could I...? Well, spoiler alert, I did, so below the cut you'll find my report on attending this special exhibition!

After a rather long trip that included a one-hour technical delay of my first flight and a three-hour weather delay of my second flight due to a typhoon going through Tokyo, I made it to Japan on the evening of September 8th, with my exhibition ticket set for entry at noon on the 9th. After doing various things in the morning such as getting a nice bowl of fresh seafood at Tsukiji, walking around the Hama Rikyu gardens, and stopping by the large Uniqlo in Ginza (where I ended up buying a Magic Knight Rayearth shirt, one of my old fandoms from the 90s lol), I arrived at Vanilla Gallery about 10 minutes before noon, where I saw several other people lined up on the sidewalk. Once the doors opened, we were led down a couple flights of stairs, where the above poster was displayed on one of the landings. Then, after getting to the bottom of the stairs, there were two different rooms labeled A and B. The left side was A, which contained all of the 10 Dance pieces as well as the merch selling area, and the right side was B, which featured Inouesatoh's older works, as well as displays of 10 Dance art reproductions that were available for pre-order. Everyone headed into the A side first, where all of the walls featured either original drafts (for chapter 31 and earlier) or large digital copies (for chapter 32 onward) of manga pages, plus various illustrations such as volume covers and special colored pages. For the earlier chapters you could see things such as white out, corrections, and notes about which screentones should be used. For the later, digitally created chapters, the pages looked mostly the same as how they were printed, except some were larger and showed bits from the edges of pages that were originally cut off and hence not fully drawn in detail or screentoned. There were over 100 pieces on display in total; some of the scenes featured included chapter 11's flirting practice, chapter 15's subway makeout session, the entire farewell dance sequence from chapter 33, and Suzuki and Norman's *ahem* "arrangement" from chapter 38.

The absolute "wow" piece was the new artwork created specifically for this exhibition, featuring Suzuki being a devil and angel simultaneously (and Sugiki indulging people who are into feet lol). I had seen some pics of it on Twitter, but it still surprised me with how impressive (and big!) it was in person. It was the only piece that pictures were allowed to be taken of, so here're the shots I took (due to the lighting, I couldn't really get a shot without reflections, unfortunately):

I'm absolutely o b s e s s e d with their expressions.

For a sense of scale, here's a picture Inouesatoh and Teacher shared on Twitter:

In the middle of the room, there was a set-up that included a map of the Ginza area that showed locations used in the series (including their route to Tokyo station from chapter 33), a chair that included an artfully draped dance tuxedo, four sketches of merchandise ideas (one that was used for the stand, one that turned into the angel/devil piece, one that she colored and shared on Twitter before we even knew about the exhibition, and a fourth that hasn't yet been used anywhere, but I hope it will be since it shows a really cool and dynamic pose), several flower arrangements celebrating the exhibition/Inoue's 20th anniversary as a manga artist/her birthday (September 10th), and a guestbook for fans to leave messages. I was wary of writing anything at first, since I don't ever practice hand-writing Japanese, so I know my penmanship is sloppy and I have a hard time writing kanji from memory (I tried turning to my phone for assistance, but alas did not have a wifi connection in that underground level). But I thought I should still try anyway, so I just wrote a short and simple message congratulating her on the exhibition, saying that I'd come from America to see it and it was great.

Here's an image that Vanilla Gallery shared on Twitter that gives a good view of the center and a partial wall:

I then headed over to the B room, where Inouesatoh's earlier works from 2003 to 2011 were featured. Many of the pages included sex scenes, which somewhat amusingly had bits of black tape covering the naughty bits (I saw a fan note on Twitter that if you looked at them from a slanted angle you could totally see under the tape lol). One of the walls also had information about the signed reproductions that could be pre-ordered for delivery in mid-December. This is an image from the online sales afterward showing the options and prices:

I didn't place an order at the venue because I wasn't sure if they would deliver outside of Japan, and didn't know if my friends who live there would be available to receive the artwork in that timeframe. Instead, I waited until afterward and placed a proxy order for the new piece through Buyee.

There were other items available to purchase on site, so I indulged myself in a bunch of merch! On my first trip to the register, I picked up the tote bag, washi tape, art books for both this exhibition and the previous one, the acrylic stand, two blind pack keychains, and six blind pack art cards. The art cards included five regular designs and one rare special (the new angel/devil piece), and I hoped I could get all of them in one go. I tried to quietly open the packs to see if I'd gotten lucky, and while I did get all of the regular designs, no special was among them. So I bought a second round of six cards, plus two more keychains just because. Again I checked to see if I had gotten the one I wanted, but all I had was doubles/triples of the five regular designs. So I gave it one more shot, six more cards, and again ended up with duplicates. At that point, I figured I shouldn't let myself keep gambling since I'd probably just get more and more duplicates of the ones I already had, so I sadly accepted my fate lol. At least there's a beautiful print of the new art piece in the catalog book for me to stare at (plus the signed version that'll be coming my way in December!)

After the event ended, they started selling the exhibition catalog and acrylic stand online, which can be found here. Also available is a separate catalog featuring her pre-10 Dance works (assuming the split is because her earlier series are owned by a different publisher). That book is sold here.

Though I had wanted to visit some more of the sites used in the series that I didn't get to see on my previous visit (when I had been racing against the clock as it got dark), ultimately I didn't end up having time to go on a full pilgrimage. However, on my last day just before heading to the airport, I wanted to at least visit one of the most important series locations and take a few photos with the adorable acrylic stand. So here I present to you, the Shinyas having a date in their favorite park!

Overall, it was a short but fun trip! I'm glad I was able to go to this exhibition, to see the original drafts in person and admire the craft that went into them. Also to feed my need for merch; I'm so happy to indulge in a more direct form of support than the secondhand goods I've bought before. I hope that this event was considered a success and let Inouesatoh feel the love and encouragement from her fans, inspiring her to keep pushing onward in her now two-decade career in manga!

[papirouge]

one of my international friends living in France right now has told me about a rise in violence against gay people, black and brown people and disabled people

and it’s terrifying because she says she knows that the police will not do anything about it. I have read a lot of far right parties are gaining power all over Europe too in general are causing a lot of public violence against other people

Have you been seeing or hearing anything about this? Are you safe? I hope you are 🙏🏾

Aww you're so sweet & lovely anon 🤎

First of all, sorry for being late replying this ask, but I wanted to wait the results of the election to reply.

I'm fine, anon 💟

It's absolutely true that for these last few weeks, far right douche really got comfortable spouting outspoken racism. Not only on socials, but there's been a handful of incidents with people harassing or assaulting people of color. It was very distressing to see so I did kind of a blackout on it. I don't have TV and scrolled past any triggering content featuring demonic racists on full display. As a Christian, I can't let myself be troubled by events like that. I know the Bible and I know civil war and civilization unrest. I feel second hand embarrassment for Christians angry at other Christians for not voting saying we "don't realize how bad the situation is/was" - sorry but as Christians we're supposed to put our hope on CHRIST. Not a silly ballot.

The left ultimately winning came off as a surprise but I'm still very distrustful of them. The french left stands against a lot lf my core beliefs (pro abortion, pro LGBT, anti 'TERF' while pretending to defend women's rigjts, uplifting Islam while shitting on Christianism, etc.) so there's no way I would vote for them (Rassemblement National can choke too ofc). Though it's very interesting the almost cult-like deference & hope left wing partisans have for them. Very ironic for a so called anti clerical political party lol

[loststarphounix]

Soudam Week 2023 - Day 5: Restless

A/N: Talent and Personality Swap AUs

It isn’t stated, but Ultimate Breeder!Kaz is a emo lol

He was infuriating.

Kazuichi felt his eye twitch as the Ultimate Mechanic gave another exaggerated sigh. They were in Hope’s Peak extensive library, seated in the very back corner next to a large bay window. He and Tanaka had been assigned for a project that was, supposedly, to help bring them closer together. 

A fools quest, if you asked him. The Ultimate Breeder couldn’t see himself becoming friends with such a loud, bright and intrusive person.

“What is this time?” He snapped, glaring up at the garishly dressed teen. Honestly, how much neon purple and pink could one stand to wear?

“Just bored.” Broad shoulders rose and fell in a shrug and dammit why did he have to have such a physique. “Don’t know how you can stand just sitting here all day, doing nothing and being happy about it, babe.”

The smirk that stretched across his pale face made his stomach flatten and twist and he ducked his head, cursing the other for making him flustered. Tanaka and is ridiculously inappropriate nicknames.

“For the last time, I am not ‘babe’. If you must refer to me as something, then let me my title, you infuriating cur.”

“I love it when you get frisky.” The taller sighed and that made the twitching in his stomach worse. “But seriously, this shit is boring! I’d rather be working on my projects.”

“Research is the most important step.” And now he sounded like a broken record, because they’ve been at this for a full hour now.

The other had no patience for anything outside his machines. It made Kazuichi lament that he wasn’t partnered with Nagito or Peko; he’d even take the Ultimate obsessed Hinata. They at least were more level headed and understood the importance of research and preparation.

“Doesn’t make it not boring.”  Was his response and the smaller teen glared. “I finally get some one on one time with you and you find a book more interesting than yours truly? I’m hurt.”

Tanaka pouted as he leaned his chair back on its two back legs. A six foot something young man shouldn’t look that pitiful by simply pouting. He managed it somehow, damn his eyes.

They wouldn’t get anything done if this fool continued to disturb his concentration! Maybe it was time to employ some drastic measures.

“How about this?” And Tanaka smirked at the slightly annoyed tone that colored the smaller Emo’s voice. “If you can somehow manage to stay still, I’ll give you a kiss every five minutes.”

That caught his attention, like Kazuichi knew it would. The chair crashed down on the floor and the mechanic ignored his indignant hissing as he looked across the table in surprise.

“No fooling? You’re not gonna back out on your word?”

“As if I, the future ruler of this world and the next, would ever go back on my word,” he scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “I swear it on my name.”

Grey eyes sparkled mischievously as Tanaka leaned in.  “And you’d really give me free range? Just like that?”

“It is not free range! Only one simple kiss per five minutes -“

“But I still get a kiss right?”

“As long as we can get some work done.”

He wasn’t about to let his GPA fall because of the others inability to stay still. Tanka shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant, but the eager grin was a dead giveaway and Kazuichi looked away with a scoff.

“Cool. Let me just collect now.”

With more speed and agility than he thought the other possessed, Tanaka leaned over the table and  circled a hand around his wrist. He barely had enough time to process what was happening, before the sealed their lips together.

It surprisingly a gently kiss. For all his rough edges and boisterous displays, he had assumed the other would be like that in all aspects.

But the lips under his was undemanding - just pressed against his in an unhurried motion. Something wet slides against his bottom lip and he whimpers.

The other pulls away, Kazuichi’s yellow and pink eyes flutter open. When had his eyes closed?

As he mentally catalogs the past few seconds, his project partner has already resettled in his seat and is reading on the books they gathered for their research. He looked much more focused now, even grabbing a notebook from his bag to begin taking notes, as though he had not just skewed Kazuichi’s mental palace.

This mortal was more tricky and dangerous than he first perceived, Kazuichi thought, worrying his lower lip.

He would be more weary in the future.