#i was making more but the time is getting closer so.... i'll make them on sunday i guess..........

[aesthetictarlos]

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 5: mundane chores

Tommy gets all emotional over fresh laundry the first time Evan's clothes get mixed with his own. They're not living together yet and they have slept at each other's place plenty of time ever since they got together but Evan used to put his dirty clothes in his overnight bag to wash them at his own place.

This time it's different. Evan's loft is inaccessible and he's been staying over at Tommy's for a week, so their clothes got mixed up in the hamper and then in the washing machine.

Tommy stares at the pile of clothes in front of him and realizes how intimate and domestic this feels. It's just clothes, shirts and sweatpants and socks and underwear and one of Evan's hoodies, and yet it's so much more. Because he doesn't want this to be the first and only time folding his and Evan's laundry; he wants this to be the first of many, many times.

"Hey, babe." Evan comes into the room, hair disheveled and sleep rumpled. He was taking a nap after a shift and Tommy didn't want to disturb him. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, sleepyhead," Tommy teases, putting down the sweatshirt he was folding to reach his arms out and hold Evan close to his chest.

"Let me help you with laundry," Evan murmurs in the crook of his neck.

"It's okay, you can just stay there and look pretty. I like folding laundry, it's relaxing."

"I want to help, it's the least I can do."

Tommy presses a kiss to his temple and nods, going back to folding laundry as Evan gets to work, immediately picking up one of Tommy's t-shirts. They work in silence, occasionally glancing at each other and trading soft pecks.

When Tommy folds the last piece of clothing, he glances up at Evan, currently busy with a button up. He's beautiful. His curls are rumpled and there's a pillow crease on his cheek. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he concentrates on fastening the buttons right and the afternoon glow catches on his birthmark making it look redder than it is.

It's there, over folded laundry neatly spread on his bed, that Tommy gives a name to the swirl of emotions he feels when he looks at his boyfriend, when Evan smiles at him, when they hold hands and kiss and cuddle on the couch. It's love. Pure, genuine, unconditional love. And he can't keep it to himself.

"Evan," he says, stepping closer and waiting for him to lift his face.

"Yeah, babe?"

"I love you," Tommy confesses, staring into those ocean blue eyes that pierced right through him the first time he met them.

Evan looks taken aback for all of two seconds before he smiles bright and laces their fingers together, squeezing tightly. "I love you too, Tommy."

(I've been trying to turn this thought into a ficlet for the past two hours but I'm struggling with putting one word after the other in google docs so I'll just post it as a ramble on here for now.)

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 90, Part 3

[Image ID: Lightningrunner yowls at Estherfern, "You took her from me! I barely got to know her! Why do you get to be a mother when she didn’t get to be mine?" Shrewflame and Whitepaw run toward the pair.]

ONE MOON PRIOR…

It seemed like a waste of a skilled cleric's time to accompany an apprentice to his training, but Estherfern supposed she would want someone close by if one of her kits were to injure themselves carelessly. She strolled beside Lightningrunner as Shrewflame and Whitepaw pranced ahead of them, making their way to Battle Beach. It seemed like far too gray and bright a day to spar, but the youth of RippleClan didn't care much for her opinion.

"Mr. Billowhaze said to be careful by the water," Whitepaw chirped, gazing up at his older brother like a Clan oogles a new leader. "Do you think Mom's stories about fish-cats are real?"

"Mom's an artisan, not a historian," Shrewflame laughed. "Her stories are all fake. Don't worry, the only creatures you should worry about in the ocean are poisonous fish."

"I don't think that makes me feel better," Whitepaw chuckled awkwardly. The two brothers left dainty pawprints in the sand.

"If you want to know more about the ocean," Lightningrunner said, "ask me anything."

"I will, Ms. Lightningrunner," Whitepaw promised, turning an ear back to her. Estherfern hummed softly at the young apprentice's strange phrasing. There was something humble about the titles, even though Estherfern had no idea what they meant.

"Battle Beach!" Shrewflame chirped as the patrol crossed into that special portion of the shoreline. To Estherfern, there was nothing particularly special about this portion of the beach as opposed to any other stretch of snow-dusted land. She wouldn't have known of their arrival had Shrewflame not pointed it out. Still, her Clanmates raved about fond memories sparring along the sand, so it was yet another thing she learned to keep her mouth shut about.

"Is sparring at all like that big fight Mr. Tallowheart and Ms. Cobaltchaser had?" Whitepaw asked, kneading the sand.

"That was just a fight, Whitepaw," Shrewflame laughed, running his tail over Whitepaw's head as he walked past. "When we spar with our Clanmates, we're practicing our skills and challenging ourselves. We aren't hurting one another, though. That's why you don't unseathe your claws. You aren't supposed to draw blood when you're training."

"I won't," Whitepaw promised. He ran to catch up with Shrewflame. He glanced back at Estherfern and Lightningrunner and called, "Ms. Lightningrunner, are you going to spar too?"

"I'll let you start with your brother!" Lightningrunner called. Estherfern found a partially dry spot closer to the trees. She sat her bandage down and tucked her paws under herself. Lightningrunner sat beside her, tail stirring the dusting of snow behind her. Shrewflame steadied himself, paws dug into the sand. Whitepaw copied him as best he could. His legs stretched out a bit too far to look comfortable.

"I'll start simple," Shrewflame said. "A lot of the basics of fighting involve the sort of moves cats instinctually use when they're in danger. Paw swipes, grabbing onto your enemy, things like that. Let's start with swipes. Swipe at my face, as best you—" Whitepaw's fluffy paw whipped out from his awkward stance. He smacked Shrewflame across the face. Shrewflame stumbled to the side, blinking wildly.

"Ah!" Whitepaw yelped. "Sorry, sorry! Are you okay?" Whitepaw hovered around Shrewflame, now scared to get too close. But Shrewflame just laughed. He shook out his pelt, letting his laughter ripple through his ginger fur.

"Now that was a swipe!" Shrewflame roared, rubbing his face on his leg. "StarClan, Whitepaw! Who knew you were so strong?" Whitepaw chuckled awkwardly, but his ears perked high and his tail unwound itself from his side.

Shrewflame went on about angling your paw and steadying yourself after a strike, but Estherfern's attention drifted. The forest had grown grayer by the day, and the snow meant approaching death and hibernation to the plants her fellow clerics so valued. She never imagined caring so much about medical stocks, but she never imagined any of this when she first set off west under the orders of her God.

"These two will be fine," Estherfern huffed to Lightningrunner, stretching as she stood. "I'm going to forage. Will you help?"

"Alright," Lightningrunner said, getting to her paws. Estherfern left her bandage behind and led Lightningrunner into the trees as Shrewflame and Whitepaw laughed and batted at each other.

RippleClan would soon turn to bark-based medicine as winter rolled in and vibrant herbs vanished, but it wasn't winter yet. It was the sort of weather where everything looked a bit like Estherfern; brown and tan and earthy. She could see how the world fought to ignore the approaching chill, even though the first frost had settled over the land. Green grass mixed with yellow, insisting on life. The earliest of winter blooms still dared not to show themselves. The land was waiting, preparing, hoping for a peaceful winter, just like all the Clans.

Estherfern brushed aside snow to get a better look at every plant. Not too far from Battle Beach, she uncovered chicory, its leaves almost identical to a dandelion. Artisans and caretakers could roast the root for their meals and strengthen everyone's stomaches. Estherfern carefully dug around the leaves and plucked the root from the frosty dirt.

"Is this something we should collect?" Lightningrunner called. Her paw danced around a large fallen branch, sprinkled with golden-brown mushrooms. Estherfern joined Lightningrunner and looped around the branch. She studied the mushrooms and their round caps, with a name quickly coming to mind.

"Deadly skullcaps," Estherfern warned, shaking her head. "I knew these mushrooms in my kithood. They are some of the most toxic mushrooms any cat has ever seen. They're as deadly as deathberries. Don't touch them."

Estherfern trotted back to her chicory root and picked it up. She glanced back at Lightningrunner, ready for the young historian to follow her to better, safer herbs. Yet Lightningrunner just stood there. She stared at the deadly skullcaps. Her dark blue eyes were slit and sharp. Her unnerving, unblinking glare drifted onto Estherfern.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Estherfern huffed, dropping the chicory root. Lightningrunner looked back to the deadly skullcaps.

"You should eat them," Lightningrunner said. Estherfern's claws instinctually slipped out. Her ears perked high, turning sideways, alert and ready.

"Say that again," Estherfern said. Lightningrunner's whiskers pushed back against her face. Her ears slowly turned backward, fighting not to go back. She looked at Estherfern once more. Her jaw quivered, searching for the path forward.

"You…" Lightningrunner gulped. She steadied herself, just as Shrewflame readied for Whitepaw's initial strike. "You should eat them. You, you should eat them, and you should die."

"By God, Lightningrunner, you're talking nonsense," Estherfern snapped. "What's gotten into you?"

"I," Lightningrunner stammered, "You… Ugh! What sort of justice is it when a killer goes free?" Lightningrunner curled her lips.

"Again, Lightningrunner," Estherfern growled, "you're talking nonsense. Justice? What justice?"

"You know what justice!" Lightningrunner cried. Her voice rose so fast and violent that Estherfern jumped. Estherfern never jumped. "You know what you did! You summoned the spirits. You got my mom killed!" Ah. That justice.

"I was wondering if you would ask me about that someday," Estherfern sighed, smoothing her pelt. "I don't have good answers for you, Lightningrunner. I meddled with forces I thought I could control, and RippleClan suffered for it. I've done what I can to atone."

"No you haven't," Lightningrunner whined. "You got away with it because Foampaw died, but what about Silverpaw? What about my mom? Do you think there's anything you can do to make up for that? I never saw her body, Estherfern! She was my mom! You took her from me! I barely got to know her! Why do you get to be a mother when she didn’t get to be mine?" Estherfern had no clever retort to that. She dipped her head, but her eyes caught a flash of red in the trees. Shrewflame and Whitepaw slowly approached the arguing pair, ears cocked in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Lightningrunner," Estherfern sighed, straightening, "but I'm not killing myself for you."

"Yes, yes you are," Lightningrunner growled, tail curling, voice cracking. "Eat the mushrooms, or… or I'll just kill you myself!" Shrewflame and Whitepaw ran. Lightningrunner's eyes bounced, blind to all but her own vengeance. "Eat them! Eat them, you foxheart!"

Lightningrunner ran at Estherfern. Whitepaw, small Whitepaw, too-strong-for-his-age Whitepaw, launched past his brother and landed on Lightningrunner's neck, a tail-length from Estherfern. Whitepaw's fangs dug into her scruff, but no, it wasn't her scruff, his jaw wasn't in the right spot, it was her neck, her spine, Whitepaw let go right now—

Light sparked in Lightningrunner's eyes as a violent spasm took over her body. Blood splashed in Whitepaw's mouth. Lightningrunner's strength ebbed away. Her claws, tense and ready to strike, relaxed. She grew limp as leather underneath Whitepaw. Lightningrunner didn't even have time to whine before her life left her.

Whitepaw let go. Shrewflame stumbled upon the scene, his body begging to retreat. Estherfern stood over Lightningrunner's body. She no longer looked like a killer. She looked like a kit.

Whitepaw whined, a wordless, painful cry. He fell off Lightningrunner's body. He ran to Shrewflame, burying his bloody face in his brother's red fur.

"How…" Shrewflame gulped. "What… I don't…"

"I was trying to pull her off!" Whitepaw wailed, voice muffled in Shrewflame's pelt. "I didn't want her to hurt Ms. Estherfern! I didn't want to hurt her!"

"White, White, I know," Shrewflame cooed. He slowly wrapped himself around his weeping brother, hiding all traces of blood-stained white fur from the world. Whitepaw shook so hard that Shrewflame struggled to stay upright. "I know, I know. It was an accident. I know, White. You didn't mean it."

But would the Clan see it that way? Another dead Clanmate, killed, murdered. It had nothing to do with Potterypool, but would anyone believe them? Estherfern barely believed her own senses. An apprentice, barely a quarter moon into training, somehow landing a killing bite on a well-trained historian? Not just any historian, the little sister to one of RippleClan's most unified and beloved families, the daughter of Weedfoot, the Celestial of RippleClan Deputies. The three cats who stood before Lightningrunner's body were outsiders, welcomed into the safety of the shipwreck. Would any of them be allowed to remain after this? Who would believe Lightningrunner, of all cats, would suddenly try to kill Estherfern? Who would see Whitepaw's actions as justified?

No. Whitepaw and Shrewflame were barely out of kithood. They wouldn't suffer for a mess Estherfern caused. This was justice.

"Both of you, listen to me," Estherfern snapped. Shrewflame and Whitepaw snapped out of their shock for just a moment, looking up. Whitepaw looked pink with the blood on his lips. "I'm going to fix this. Nothing will happen to you, Whitepaw. Shrewflame, here, now." Shrewflame slipped himself out from around Whitepaw and crept closer to Lightningrunner's body. Estherfern studied the deadly wound. Even though Whitepaw was close to full-grown, it was clear that no adult cat bit into Lightningrunner. "Shrewflame, I need you to bite into Lightningrunner. You have to cover up Whitepaw's teethmarks."

"But—" Shrewflame stammered, gagging on the thought.

"Shrewflame, we are doing this to protect your brother," Estherfern growled. "Bite her neck, now."

Shrewflame's lips curled, almost prancing in his indecision. But then he looked back at Whitepaw, with wide eyes and his awful, bloody face. Shrewflame hardened. He squeezed his eyes tight and snapped his fangs around the back of Lightningrunner's neck. Estherfern tuned out the squish of flesh and bone.

"Now, both of you, to the ocean," Estherfern ordered as Shrewflame let go and hurried back to Whitepaw. "You're going to wash the blood out of your fur. Don't get out until it's all gone. Then you're going to run to camp and tell the codekeepers that Lightningrunner is dead." Whitepaw pressed against Shrewflame. "This is what happened. While you were swimming, Lightningrunner went to investigate a sound in the forest. When she didn't come back, we went to find her. We found her body. We don't know who did this. We were on the beach. We heard nothing."

"I killed her," Whitepaw whined.

"No you didn't," Estherfern growled, trying to soften her voice. "Not anymore. No one will know. You're not in trouble. You're my hero, Whitepaw, you did nothing wrong. Now go." Whitepaw moved toward Estherfern, but Shrewflame nudged him back. He shook his head, wide eyes glancing at Lightningrunner. He shoved Whitepaw back toward the beach. The two young toms scrambled out of sight.

Estherfern paced around Lightningrunner's body. She brushed the snow with her tail, removing nearby pawprints. No one would be able to tell which way the attacker came from, even if they questioned the patrol's story. With her tail coated in frost and the scene firmly scuffled, Estherfern sat at Lightningrunner's side, like a cleric mourning her charge.

"You stupid child," Estherfern moaned, lowering her head into Lightningrunner's pelt.

No one would know.

(Estherfern: 123, female, cleric, adventurous, great mediator, prophecy seeker)

(Whitepaw: 6, male, historian apprentice, nervous, active imagination)

(Shrewflame: 13, male, teacher, loyal, fast as the wind)

(Lightningrunner: 19, female, historian, nervous, explorer, helpful insight)

[Image ID: Estherfern says to Lemmy, "I don't want to ruin her legacy over a moment of weakness. Do you want the Clan to look at Whitepaw like a killer?" Halibutdusk, Scaleripple, and Oilstripe approach from the distance.]

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At the end of the story, Lemmy could only sit and think it through. Honeybuzz and Estherfern stared at her, silent, squirming. The quarantine den seemed even colder now.

"No one would know," Lemmy muttered, staring at Estherfern. "Yet you told Honeybuzz."

"I have…" Honeybuzz groaned, "let's say experience with issues like these. Do you understand why we can't let the Clan know now?"

"Call me a hypocrite for this," Lemmy huffed, "but if Lightningrunner tried to kill you, Estherfern, wouldn't you want the Clan to know?" Estherfern bristled.

"None of it would have happened if I had not communed with Spirits of Shadow," the old cleric sighed. "Lightningrunner had the right to be mad at me. I don't want to ruin her legacy over a moment of weakness. Do you want the Clan to look at Whitepaw like a killer?"

Pawsteps broke the snow outside. It had gotten brighter in the time Estherfern spent telling her story. Now morning light burned against the trees beyond. Scaleripple, Halibutdusk, and Oilstripe stood outside, stone still. Time for the trial. Lemmy sighed and stood, squaring herself in front of her Clanmates' painful gaze.

"We need a little more time, please," Honeybuzz stammered, getting up and close to Lemmy's escorts. "We want this to be easy on the Clan. We're not done talking with Lemmy."

"I want her out of this camp," Scaleripple growled. Oilstripe cleared her throat, diverting Scaleripple's boiling blue hate away from Lemmy for a moment.

"The spirits in here are agitated," Oilstripe whispered, ears tilting back, ruffling the thick maple leaves stuck to her fur. "We don't want a long trial. If they can make her tell the truth now, the whole Clan won't have to hurt for long."

"Everyone's waiting, Oilstripe," Halibutdusk huffed.

"I know," Oilstripe groaned, "but do you think they'd rather sit there all day or wait a bit longer and be done with all this before sunhigh?" Halibutdusk and Scaleripple both squirmed, but neither confronted their deputy. Oilstripe turned to Honeybuzz and said, "Lead her out into the clearing when you're finished here." Honeybuzz nodded as Oilstripe led Scaleripple and Halibutdusk back around the shipwreck.

"We don't have long, Lemmy," Estherfern sighed. "I know you don't see your actions as strictly right and wrong, so why see this differently? There's no crazed killer living in our Clan. Don't make them suffer more than they already are." Lemmy's neck itched under her collar. Her head ached. Was there any good decision here? Was this any different than Lemmy's own coverup? Did the truth deserve to come to light? Or would the truth hurt worse than the lie?

"If I say I killed both Potterypool and Lightningrunner," Lemmy said softly, "what then?"

"Unless something strange happens at the trial," Honeybuzz explained, "Downstar has promised to exile you. Just play along with Waspdawn's version of events." Exile… not much different from the life Lemmy knew before RippleClan, before the Witch Hunters. And it wasn't as though she would lack purpose. There were still threats to the cats she cared for, threats to her kits and mate. She would do more good alive than dead. Even if it meant never seeing her daughters again. Maybe they would understand, one day.

"Do one thing for me, in return," Lemmy said. "Take care of my family."

"You deserve that, at least," Honeybuzz sighed. "Thank you. Are you ready, then?" Lemmy slowly approached the edge of the quarantine den. She could smell the grief and rage wafting off her Clan, just around the corner. The sun burned the land in brilliant purple and red, yet no warmth pierced the snow that muffled all birdsong. The walls of the shipwreck burned with illusionary fire. A good final view of her home.

"Take me to my exile," Lemmy sighed.

(Lemmy: 66, female, exiled, cold, deep StarClan bond, good mediator)

(Honeybuzz: 38, male, cleric, daring, skilled toolsmith, good teacher)

(Estherfern: 124, female, cleric, adventurous, great mediator, prophecy seeker)

(Scaleripple: 43, male, warrior, lonesome, formidable fighter)

(Oilstripe: 94, female, deputy, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Halibutdusk: 82, nonbinary (they/them), warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

[lagunz]

𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖉

w! 🔞 izzy fic

★ izzy fingers you in his leather gloves before a show

it was a little before showtime, izzy was getting ready in the mirror, pacing the room a little. it was a sold out stadium, 4th day of tour.

izzy let you join him for touring as you had nowhere else to be. you too were a musician yourself, nothing was keeping you held up tho. you had free time.

as he swept at his hair in the mirror, you started to get a little antsy sitting on the croaky couch of the dressing room. he had been teasing you the whole bus ride but hadn't indulged in anything, it made you crazy.

you couldn't help but let out a little huff as you watched him act as if you weren't even in the room. he finally looked over to you through the mirror.

you rolled your eyes, he couldn't even be bothered to fully turn around? fuck.

"what's the matter baby?" he'd ask flatly, tightening some raggedy scarf he wore around his neck as part of his stage look. his hands were held in leather ruby gloves.

"stop playing dumb iz..." you almost whined, fed up with how he's just left you with nothing. you never expected constant pleasure or anything- it was the fact that he did all of that on the bus just to leave you wanting more.

he hid a slight coy smile as he looked down to the dresser, then turning heel to look at you.

"what do you want babe? we gotta be on in-" he'd look at his watch "20 minutes." he said, still keeping up the act. it's as if he found pleasure from making you wait the very last minute.

"i just want something... anything at this point." you responded, laying your head back against the beat up couch.

izzy steps closer, kneeling inbetween your legs on the ground. well finally!

you look down at him as one of his leather clad hands trails your inner thigh and the other holds your knee, pushing your legs apart more. you were in a dress so it wasn't so hard.

you watched in anticipation, secretly hoping he would keep those gloves on.

his left hand goes even further, thumbing at your sweet spot through your underwear. at that, you let out a little breath. you'd been waiting for hours.

at your reaction, he takes back his hand and his right hand goes to pull the bottom of his glove up but-

"no! keep them on..." you said almost instantly, tone a little demanding from your desperation.

he raised his eyebrows, a little impressed with your preferences. he put his left hand back where it was and you sighed contently.

his hands pull down your panties and caress your thighs a little, kneading them before a leather finger is teasing at your cIit, rubbing gently. you moan softly, he knows your body well. it feels even better with the cold leather glove he has on.

the finger slowly turns into 2 as they thrust into you gently. your hips quiver and shake, explicit sounds leaving your voice box as you experience this.

he fingers you to climax, his glove now covered in you. as you finish, a voice calls out "5 minutes boys!"

he gently rubs you through your orgasm, ignoring the call. you catch your breath, head against the couch as he gets up at the last call.

"i'll be back good girl..." he murmured with his sleazy smirk, gloves still on. you barely gave him a goodbye as he left out of the doors, walking the hall to the stage.

to play his guitar on stage, he had to take off his gloves. he gave the 2 fingers on his left hand a little lick before tossing them off to the side of the stage, grabbing his guitar to play his music with the others.

[softlypaintedseafoam]

🍓ー thank you for your patronage at the strawberry witch's bakery! here's your order!

requested by: @chibinasuu 🍓-> sanji + strawberry lemonade (secret relationship)

Punk Hazard is an inhospitable place.

It's been so for years even before Kuzan and Akainu's climate changing fight that permanently made the place the near-barren wasteland it is now. Here in the cold, freezing half of the country, the wind is biting and your fingers are numbingly slow. With your face pressed into the crook of Sanji's neck, you can't find it in yourself to care you forgot to wear your gloves.

It's Sanji.

Truly living and perfectly alright Black Leg Sanji of the Straw Hat Pirates.

The smell of cedarwood and vetiver have never smelled so sweet, you breathe in his scent once more in spite of the snot dripping from from your nose. Two years. Two long miserable years and you're finally touching one another.

It wasn't enough for Tashigi to tell breathlessly tell you that the Straw Hats had been spotted in the Sabaody Archipelago, descending to the depths to Fishman Island. You could only count the days that G5 could run into them. The Fates must have took pity on me, you sniffle, chuckling wetly as Sanji holds you closer to his chest.

Caesar Clown has been taken care of, the children are safe and for now, even if for a moment, pirates and marines can be allies. You won't delude yourself into thinking that even with this truce that your comrades will be understanding. It's more than a betrayal, isn't it? Even with that knowledge, you can't bring yourself to care.

Black Leg Sanji is alive and in your arms; that's all that matters. It doesn't matter that you're a marine and he's a pirate, sneaking behind the backs of your comrades and friends. It's alright if I'm selfish sometimes, right?

Right now you're not a marine and Sanji isn't a pirate. You're simply a person who is with a man you fell in love with two years ago in Loguetown.

You didn't have to pretend to be unphased by the destruction of the Straw Hats on Sabaody.

You didn't have to fight the urge to run straight into Sanji's arms midst the chaos of Caesar's lab.

You're simply a couple reuniting after much time apart at sea.

"I was so worried," you sniff, pressing your fingers as hard as you could into his back. You needed to make sure this wasn't a dream. You've waken up too many times from them in the past two years. You aren't sure you'd be able to survive another. "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again or-"

"I would have swum across the whole Grand Line to get back to you," Sanji insists softly in your ear. You thought you missed his voice enough but somehow it still feels as if you missed it more than you realized. If this moment never came, how long would it have taken you to forget it? What would you have forgotten first? "I'm a terrible lover. A true man doesn't make his partner cry anything but happy tears."

You laugh, haphazardly, "you can make me cry any tears you want as long as you don't disappear again."

Blue eyes look at you, appalled, as Sanji pulls far enough to see your face. Never enough to leave your hold on him. "I'm never making you cry again at all!"

You snort in amused disbelief, "I thought happy tears were alright."

Sanji's shoulders relax, another smile spreading across his face, "happy tears are always fine." Despite his words, his hands move to wipe away the tears that won't stop falling. After a heartbeat, the smile falters. "I'm not sure I'll be able to leave you again."

You wince at the reminder, glancing at a nearby snowbank. You're not foolish enough to believe this will last moment will last forever. "We'll have private calls," you offer weakly. Calls that will, you bite your bottom lip. Not be enough. There's not enough time in the day to be together when once again you'll have to become enemies, even if superficially.

Sanji attempts to smile something crooked, "Luffy's an idiot but he's a good captain. "It's been an unspoken rule of yours in the past ー no attempting to sway one another the other's end of the spectrum. If either of you wanted the life the other was part of, you would have gone that route ages ago. After two years apart, however, Sanji's pleading tone does something painful to your heart. "It would be nice having you on the ship, even if for a little while. They'd believe you if you said you were captured by pirates. Then you could go back… if you wanted."

Your fingers twitch, pulse rising. The offer of a lifetime.

[dandylovesturtles]

a comment on the other Step-brothers AU post made me think that yeah, I didn't really get into the interpersonal relationships at play and since this is still plaguing my mind and I wanna talk about it, here's the start of what will probably end up a very long post about the family dynamics in the Step-brothers AU

this is mainly focused on the main fam + April because if I start doing all the Caseys and other side characters too I'll die

let's start with big bro Sondheim

Sondheim and Draxum: As I mentioned in the first post, Heim has a really hard time not seeing Draxum as his boss, even after their rescue. The AU Draxum never encouraged any parental/child feelings between them, so Heim just has no idea how to approach it. Initially Draxum likes this ("Why can't the rest of you be as respectful as Sondheim?"), but eventually he realizes that Heim acts like that because there's a lack of trust and intimacy in their relationship. It will really take Heim getting closer to his little brothers, and learning to open up to them, that will lead into Draxum and Heim getting closer and moving into a familial relationship.

Sondheim and Raph: Heim is initially quite intimidated by Raph, not only because Raph is bigger than him but also because Raph seems to have himself together in a way Heim simply doesn't feel like he does (even if he seems to on the outside). Heim is also a bit jealous of how easily Raph interacts with the rest of his family, while Heim feels such a wall between himself and his brothers and dad. But ultimately Raph will be a great role model for Heim, and the two of them grow quite close, as Heim is willing to go to Raph for any big-brother advice. Also, while Heim generally acts pretty sociable and well-adjusted, he's also quite macho acting, since that's what was expected of him from the rest of the soldiers. Being around Raph, who is open with displays of affection and who still loves plushies even as an older teen, is great for helping Heim move into more healthy displays of masculinity. For Raph's part, he worries sometimes that he's not going to live up as the role model Heim needs, but he doesn't really need to worry so much.

Sondheim and Leo: On the surface, these two seem to have a great relationship - the two of them can chat easily and never fight. But if you actually paid attention to their conversations, you'd realize they're quite... surface level. As both Heim and Leo are very "conceal don't feel" types, neither of them push the other to open up, and as a result their conversations stay casual and peter out before long. This leads to them feeling quite distant from each other. It will take both of them growing their emotional maturity individually before they can get over the wall between them, probably more when they're adults. But they do like each other.

Sondheim and Donnie: Years of knowing Viv did not prepare Heim for Donnie, and honestly he's kind of scared. He doesn't know what to make of him, and he knows even less what to make of everyone's tolerance for his insane behavior. An explosion in the lair and no one's even getting up from their seats? Hello?? They have some of the same problems as Heim and Leo at first, but Heim has a hidden competitive side that comes out when he's playing games, and once the two of them start playing video games and board games together, it comes out and the two of them start really having fun together. As Heim gets more open and less worried about being abandoned, he and Donnie have the sort of relationship where they will openly shittalk each other for fun.

Sondheim and Wilde: Unlike Viv and Sulley, Wilde's attempts at bullying Heim never went anywhere. Heim was never intimidated by Wilde, and he emulated the nasty attitude the rest of the soldiers had toward Wilde, until making fun of him behind his back (and sometimes to his face) became second nature. As a result, Wilde and Heim have a pretty terrible relationship at first! Heim feels open to taking care of Viv and Sulley, but come on - does he really have to be a big brother to that guy? But in contrast to how Leo can't push Heim at all, Wilde can push Heim a lot, with all his exposed nerves right on the surface, and the barely concealed rage that Heim can actually relate to. Their rocky start leads to the two of them being accidentally more open with each other, leading to a slow but steady turn around in their relationship. Eventually Heim and Wilde are as close as the OU A Team, but it takes quite a lot of work to get there.

Sondheim and Vivaldi: Heim and Viv have always had a straight forward, business-like relationship, never exchanging many words other than to pass along orders. They initially maintain a very similar relationship once they start living together as brothers, neither of them really knowing how to have a relationship that goes deeper. Both of them struggle with learning who they are as people, let alone deal with all the new family dynamics that have been thrown their way. But because their struggles are so similar, Viv ends up having an easier time talking out his frustrations with Heim. Heim is less willing to open up to Viv, feeling responsible for him as an older brother, but soon enough talking through Viv's issues turns into Heim talking through his issues, too. The two of them for a very close bond over this, each feeling like the other is the only person in the world who understands what they're going through. Viv is the brother Heim grows closest to the fastest.

Sondheim and Mikey: While Viv is the brother Heim grows closest to the fastest, Mikey is the step-brother who slips past his walls first. Heim is willing to humor Mikey early on, as a way of trying to fit in with the family, and Mikey takes full advantage of this, eagerly slipping past Heim's defenses and nestling himself right into his heart. Initially Heim doesn't quite know how to handle it, but soon he's unbearably fond of Mikey, even if he playfully protests that he isn't. It helps that Heim doesn't treat Mikey like a baby the way Raph sometimes tends to, partly because Heim has his own baby to worry about. While their emotional relationship isn't as deep as Heim's relationship with Viv and eventually with Wilde, Heim is truly relaxed around Mikey even early on.

Sondheim and Sullivan: Heim didn't have much regard for Sulley for most of their lives, and now he feels a lot of regret for that. Their relationship effectively has to be built from the ground up, which isn't helped by Heim still trying to learn who he himself is. They have a lot of false starts and a lot of disastrous conversations, but Heim gradually slotting himself into his big brother role and caring for Sulley helps a lot. The two of them learn a lot about the wonder of hugs together.

Sondheim and April: Humans have been Heim's enemy for most of his life, and while he actually doesn't think they're all that dangerous (yokai always had the superiority in strength and mystic ability, and thanks to Draxum's mutagen and Donnie's tech they were steadily closing the gap in numbers and technology, too), he's still mystified that his alternate family would willingly interact with one. He's initially rude to April as a result, but she has so little tolerance for that that his dismissal quickly does an abrupt swing into respect - maybe a little too much respect, because he starts treating her like a boss, too. It takes them awhile to settle back into a friendship, and she becomes a great role model for Heim as well.

Sondheim and Splinter: Lou Jitsu died in Heim's universe, so while he always knew he was mutated with Lou Jitsu's DNA, he's never met the man. He's quite a bit shorter (and hairier!) than Heim expected! Heim initially treats Splinter with the reverence and respect he does Draxum, but Splinter pretty quickly dispels that notion by encouraging Heim to address him casually and generally just acting like his goofy dad self around Heim. Though the AU boys look at only Draxum as their dad, they do still lean on Splinter as a capable adult in their life, and Heim is no exception. He likes the tea Splinter makes.

[ckret2]

I heard the song "Frontier Psychiatrist" by The Avalanches and it immediately reminded me of your Bill- the artists make songs out of clips from old movies, and I feel like this one is a perfect mix of chaos, tragedy, Bill's childhood, and the Theraprism.

On that note, is there a specific genre of Earth music or an artist that Bill would listen to? We know there was music in Euclydia, but is there any flavor of human music he likes? (Or would at least tolerate?)

Boy are you ever in luck because I have a whole post about what (mostly human) musical genres I think Bill would canonically like. And an addendum. And what he'd think about dreamcore. And a few specific bands I was asked about. And the ONLY Lemon Demon song I'd ever add to his (and Mabel's) playlist. And I made a playlist of what I think he'd listen to, although it's really more of a small sampling of the kind of nonsense he'd play. And what songs he'd like playing on the piano, which is a different question from what he listens to. And a further addendum to the initial posts about his tastes, plus a mention of how, in fic, Bill's tastes would change due to being stuck with the humans. And a little summary of most of the above.

(And as long as this post is turning into a masterpost for my musical taste headcanons, I'm going to add my post about the Mystery Shack gang's musical preferences and Ford and Mabel's similar tastes and songs Ford would like but doesn't know about and a smattering of stray thoughts including about Gideon's tastes and Gideon's tastes part 2 and Gideon's tastes part 3 goddammit. And the next time I try to find all my GF music headcanon posts, I'll run into this post first and save myself time searching for the rest.)

tl;dr:

Based on the info we have from canon:

we know he thinks non-musical (to us) sounds make for some damn good music, but understands the difference between music he likes and objectively "good music" by human standards

he's into mid-20th-century music—but one of the first human songs he specifically highlighted as good was garage rock and he really hit his stride infiltrating the human music industry with motown, so I tilt him closer to the 60s than the 40s

he's into fun party music, which drowns out the screams in his soul

he doesn't say he hates country music, but he really gives off those vibes

He's heard listening to a fair amount of EDM despite claiming synth music is "painful," so I put the dividing line for "good electronica" and "painful electronica" around 1990 and have him steer away from new wave in particular

Addictive earworms are his enemy, and I like to imagine him battling them like how medieval scholars drew knights battling giant snails

He's fairly fluent in popular music in general and can casually drop song references into conversations with humans.

Outside the info we have from canon, I imagine he's pretty easy to get into new music as long as it's "fun"—he doesn't like broody downer sad songs—but I think getting him into 3 or 4 mad-at-the-world-and-your-parents early '00s alt-rock bands would fix him.

[mayasaurusss]

Trigger warning ⚠️ sorry if you don’t feel comfortable writing this, you can just ignore it but can you do jinx hurt/comfort & or smut with a fem reader who has s/h scars that she sees for the first time. Comfort and praise please thank you

Contents: self harm. A/N: hello anon! I decided to make this a sfw story, because I didn't feel to comfortable intermixing smut with self harm. Ps. I know that ending is corny as hell, but it felt cute to add😂.

"Come on, just let me help you" Jinx pleads with you, begging for you to just listen to her. She had been trying for the past minutes to medicate those bruises that an enforcer had so generously left you, but you, as stubborn as ever, had always turned her down, not allowing any room for challenge. You had been avoiding her, obsessivley clenching your arm and hiding it from her. "I'd rather you not..." you mumble, desperate to get Jinx's attention off of you.

"What? Got something to hide, toots?" you make an effort to not look in her eyes as she asks that.

Now, Jinx knows herself to be a pretty stressed person, always overthinking everything in her life. So, she had made herself the promise to relax a bit, just so, you know, she wouldn't look like an overbearing asshole. But her sixth sense tingles the moment you don't answer to her right away. Did you really had something to hide?

She was already about to make another one of those comments of hers, when she notices the look in your eyes. You seem sad, stressed and almost... embarassed? With a saddned look in her eyes, Jinx approaches you, taking your hands in hers. "Hey, just so you know, whatever it is, you don't have to tell me" she says, hoping that your mood will change. "No, no. You were bound to see it eventually". You take a moment to breathe, before exposing your skin to the bluenette. Jinx wathces memersized as you peel off your sweater, expecting to see purple bruises. Well, she does see them, but she didn't expect to see a streak of red lines running orizzontally on your wrist. It doesn't hit her immediatley that what she's watching are scars. She takes your forearm with her figners, pushing it closer to her so she can see better. "I... I didn't know" her voice is barely audible, you don't know wether from regret or pain. "How could you?" you answer truthfully. There is no way she could have known any of this. You had purpousefully hid your arms from her, turned down any attempt of hers to see more of you.

"I... why?" and there comes the question. Why? "There was no reason for it. It just... felt right, when I did it". Pain, mostly, you think that's the answer.

Jinx lets go of your arm, trying to distract herself by looking at the chipped paint coming off of her nails, digging their borders into her skin. "Are you ok now?" you almost couldn't hear her. "Maybe, I am not sure" it's the truth. You don't know if you are okay, but surely with her-. Before you can even see her, Jinx has you in her arms, tightening her hold on you with such strenght that you might choke. One of her ear is pressed against your ribcage, listening to your heartbeat. She snuggles closer to you, then moves so that her head is firmly placed in the crook of your neck. "I-I am sorry. I'll always be here for you" she says, her words as warmas a gentle candle's fire. You can feel your eyes wet with tears and fight them back, but they simply slide off of your cheeks as you try to hide them in Jinx's hair. "I know you will, Jinx". You stay like that for a while, basking in eachother's presence, before you hear Jinx huff out. She moves away from your arms. "Well, I think you earned yourself something nice to drink. Let's go". Go? Where? "But... I don't have any money" she laughs a bit, gathering some stuff from her desk. You don't miss to see her gun, carefully tucked in her pants. "Oh come on toots. We don't need 'em. I always get free stuff!".

"And how do you do that?". The bluenette turns around witht hat dumb smile of hers, winking at you. "I am Jinx".

[moondeer1616]

Always - An Abstragedy Fanfiction

I was gonna draw this into a comic and maybe i will someday but for now i rewrote it as a fanfic so it doesn't go to waste

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Gangle lays on her bed, curled up with a pillow. She’s teary-eyed but not sobbing, just lying there in melancholy. 

A few moments later Zooble knocks on her door. Even after cheering Gangle up from the Spudsy’s adventure they still wanted to make sure she was doing alright and had someone to talk to about any lingering feelings. 

Gangle wipes her tears as she hears a knock on her door. “W-who is it?” 

���It’s me. I just wanted to make sure you're doin’ alright. Can I come in?”

Gangle sniffles, “Yes…”.  She was thankful to hear Zooble’s voice and felt comfort knowing they cared enough to check up on her.

Zooble gently opens the door and closes it behind them. They notice Gangle in the corner of her room on the bed and walks up to her.

They recalled Gangle’s drained face the last time they saw her at Spudsy’s. Zooble couldn't help but feel bad for her, especially after overhearing Jax and Ragatha’s words to her. But given that she had already volunteered to make sure Ragatha made it home alright after accidentally getting “high”, and the fact that they didn't wanna make her feel like she had to be coddled at all times, they just left it at that. But Zooble knows that everyone needs someone to talk to, particularly in this hell they now call home.

They sit on the side of her bed. “How are you holding up? What’s on your mind?” 

Gangle pauses for a bit, putting together the biggest thoughts in her head into coherent words, fighting back her emotions while doing so. 

“...Ever since the last adventure, I've just felt so empty. I can't stop thinking about what Jax and Ragatha said. …a-and my life before the circus…”

“I had dreams of being a successful artist... Of creating my own webcomic… To leave my mark on the world…” Gangle begins to well up. “But I had to give them up and work in some stupid dead-end job instead. Stuck being a burden to everyone around me.”

“…Then I end up here and it's the exact same thing. Only now I really have no choice but to endure the pain. I'm stuck here forever. I'll never achieve my dreams, I'll never be happy, and nobody will ever truly like me…”

She couldn’t take it anymore and began to sob profusely, gripping her pillow tightly as her mind overflowed with pain and misery. Zooble looked on with worry and distress, feeling a sinking feeling in their heart knowing just how crushed Gangle truly felt. 

Zooble closed their eyes and allowed Gangle to let it all out, almost tearing up themselves. After a while, once Gangle’s sobs begin to quiet down a bit, Zooble opens their eyes and shares their sympathies. 

“ ..Well…I like you Gangle, and I never thought of you as a burden. …The circus wouldn't be the same without you here.” 

“..what Ragatha and Jax said...I'm sure they didn't mean it-” Zooble interjects themselves for a moment. “Not sure about Jax to be honest- ” and continues, “But I know Ragatha didn't mean it.”

“Everyone here is suffering in their own way and it shows in their actions. We’re all just people trying to get on with our lives…”.  Zooble inches a little closer to Gangle and rests a gentle hand on her shoulder to console her. “I’m sure they would take it back if they knew how much it affects you and your psyche.”

Gangle sniffles once more and looks up at Zooble from her pillow, Comforted by their touch but unsure of their words. “I-I don't know… maybe I just really am that a-annoying…” 

Zooble rubs her shoulder; with a well-meaning but slightly stern voice they say, “No, you’re not.”, in order to get their point across. Gangle’s tears begin to stop flowing. She buries her face back into the pillow, stewing over Zoobles' kind words.

Zooble looks down and carries on. “...About your dreams to be an artist, I think it’s a wonderful idea. Art is a reflection of the soul, a precious medium of storytelling and entertainment. I even dabbled in it myself a little.”

“Life gets in the way, sure, but if it's your passion and your goal in life, you should pursue it. Jobs are just a way to make money after all. Once you have enough money and experience you can use it to fuel your real dream.” 

Zooble looks up and gestures upwards with their hands as Gangle listens on. 

“I think life is all about chasing the things that make you happy. If you stay around the things that make you miserable, you'll waste your potential.” 

“Everyone is capable of pursuing their dreams, especially you Gangle. If no one else is there for you, always know that at the very least, I'll always be here for you. Always.”

Gangle finally looks up from her pillow, her eyes filling up with tears once again, but this time they were tears of happiness. She sits up on the bed and hugs Zooble from behind intently, much to Zoobles surprise and relief. “I…I don't know what to say… T-Thank you so much Zooble….” 

They hug Gangle back strongly and close their eyes once more. Just barely feeling the waterworks flow in their eyes as well. “You don't have to say anything, it’s alright.” 

Zooble turns around and makes eye contact with Gangle, tenderly wiping the tears off her mask. “Just promise me that whatever happens, you'll never give up. Never give up on life, on your dreams, and those who love you the most.”

Gangle hugs Zooble tighter and rests her head over Zoobles shoulder, cracking a smile. 

“I promise.” 

Zooble stayed with Gangle for the rest of the night, letting them lay next to her in bed. They spent hours talking about art and their old lives. Contemplating the meaning of it all and their existence in the circus. Though they knew their future was uncertain and terrifying, they took comfort in knowing that through it all, they would be together.

[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 8

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting, more angst

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

dividers made by @cafekitsune

You cleaned your apartment and brought out blankets to sit under. About 15 minutes after you finished, there was a knock on your door. You go over and look through the peephole, seeing Han and Minho standing there, Han looking a bit nervous. You step back and unlock your door, opening it for the boys.

"Hi, guys." You smile, stepping aside for them to come in. They both thank you and step inside. They both look around your apartment before their eyes land on you.

"I'm just here to drop Hannie off," Minho grabs Han by the waist, making the blue haired man drop his bag. "And to say hi to my kitten. Wanna make sure you're ok after the eventful day you had today." Minho smirks playfully.

"I'm ok. I rested, went to the spa, which I found out you and Chan own, and did a little bit of shopping." You point to your coffee table, covered in snacks and other things. Both boys look at your table.

"You are well prepared, kitten." Minho smiles, turning back to you. "Take care of him, ok? I know he's excited to be the first to get to spend the night with you since the first initial meeting, but he needs lots of cuddles." Han whines, a pout forming on his lips. Minho just kisses his temple.

"If you also wouldn't mind bringing him to work with you for me? I need him for a bit tomorrow." The older one playfully smirks. "I'll tell Chan you'll be late, under my discretion, so don't worry about getting in trouble. " You nod and thank him.

"Now, I'll leave you two love birds alone for the night." You and Han both blush, Han whining again. It was honestly really cute. He gently grabs Han's face and kisses him deeply, pulling him closer by the waist with his other hand. Han groans into Minho's mouth before the other pulls away. He then turns to you, pulling you close by your waist as well and kissing you just as deep. You squeak when he pulls you over, but melt into the kiss. He pulls away from you and smiles again at you and Han.

"You two have a good night, and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Also, don't forget coffee and breakfast." Minho smirks and winks before letting himself out. You go and lock the door, turning nervously to Han.

"Did you eat dinner yet? I got ramen to eat in case you haven't yet." You play with the hem of your shirt nervously.

"No, I haven't eaten yet. Ramen sounds good, honestly." He smiles reassuringly. He reaches his hand out for yours, smile not leaving his face. You smile back and walk over, taking his hand. You lead him into the kitchen and let go of his hand so you can grab what you need. Once you have the pot on the stove, you feel Han's arms wrap around you again. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and hums softly, content.

"Hi, Hannie." You giggle softly. You feel him smile against your skin at the nickname. He hums again softly and squeezes you in a back hug, placing a soft kiss to your neck.

"Hi, jagi." He mumbles against you. You smile and gently place your hands on his arms, absent-mindedly rubbing your thumbs against his skin as you wait for the water to boil. You stay in this position with him until you step forward to start cooking the ramen. He whines a bit when you momentarily step away but follows your movement, stepping up with you, keeping his arms around you. He sets his chin on your shoulder this time to watch you cook.

You silently cook the ramen, Han placing the occasional kiss to your neck or jaw. When it's ready, you take the pot off the heat, turning the stove top off.

"I gotta grab bowls, Hannie." You smile softly. He grumbles cutely, letting you go. You grab two bowls and fill them up, passing Han a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. He thanks you, smiling as he follows you back to the living room. You put on a Studio Ghibli movie and eat. When you both finish the ramen, you take the bowls back to the kitchen, putting them in your sink. You go back to the living room and Han opens his arms to you. Going to him, he pulls you down into his lap, having you lay your head on him as you watch the movie.

"I'm a cuddly person, I hope that's ok." You nod slightly, a soft 'mhmm' rumbles from your chest. He smiles and holds you close, rubbing his hand along your thigh, gently squeezing it a few times throughout the movie. When it finished, you both decided to put another one on while doing skin care. Putting on headbands, you both laughed at each other, looking silly.

You both do your skincare routine together on your floor, before helping put a face mask on Han. He makes a face at you once it's on and you burst out laughing. He smiles, enjoying seeing you happy after your moment at the spa. He sees that you have nail polish set out and he grabs the black polish. Looking at you with puppy dog eyes, he holds it out to you.

"Yes Hannie," you smile. "I can paint your nails." He grins and passes the polish to you. You ever so carefully paint his nails black, using a uv light to help them dry faster. Once you're sure they're dry, you set the light down and open some snacks as Han puts on another movie. When he puts another movie on, he pulls you into his lap and holds you close, putting his head on your shoulder.

"Mm..you smell so nice, jagi." He nuzzles into your neck as he holds you close. You blush and thank him quietly. You lean back against him, feeling his fingertips run against your sides softly. He slowly moves his hands down to the bottom of your shirt, slipping under the fabric. "Is this ok, Y/n?" He whispers. You nod and let out a soft 'yeah'. He softly kisses your neck as he slowly trails his fingers over your skin, making you visibly shiver.

"Your skin is so soft, Y/nnie.." he mumbles into your skin, leaving soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. His fingers slowly make their way up across your stomach, up to your breasts. He groans softly as his fingertips skate along the underside of your breasts.

"Can I..?" He lifts his head from your neck, looking at you. Your cheeks and ears were red, eyes closed. You nod a little, breath coming out a little ragged. He lets his fingers travel further up your breasts, gently grazing your nipples before cupping your breasts in his hands. Slowly he starts to massage them, enjoying the soft moans that he elicits from you. "Straddle me, jagi? Please?"

He doesn't have to ask twice as you get up from his lap when he takes his hands off you. You turn around and straddle his lap as he leans back against the bottom of the couch, you both still on the floor. He reaches up and slowly slides your shirt up and off you, exposing your bare breasts to him.

"Did you not have a bra on this entire time?" He looks you over, seeing the love bites his boyfriends left on you. His cock grows hard beneath you at the sight.

"I don't normally wear one when I'm home." Your cheeks were still flushed, it creeping down to your upper chest.

"I feel like I'm in heaven right now.." He whispers, making you laugh. He grins and chuckles, placing his hands on your hips. "Really though. I've got a drop dead gorgeous girl on my lap. Like, the most perfect girl, ever."

"Noo, no no. I'm nowhere near perfect, let alone gorgeous." You wave your hands in front of you. Jisung looks up at you, a sad look on his face.

"Baby, you are. Firstly, you fucked me and Felix together. It was hot. Secondly, you fucked my boyfriends, also hot. Third, you aren't afraid to let us touch you again, even though you work for Channie-hyung and Minho-hyung. I know their hickies." He gently touches the marks that adorne your skin.

"Fourth, you survived Seungmin and Jeongin. They can be ruthless, and it didn't even phase you. Other times they tried to get with a girl, the girl backed out before they got very far." He gently rubs circles into your hips with his thumbs.

"You are perfect inside and out. I would know, jagi, I've been inside you, and I've tasted you. Whoever made you feel like this, never deserved you. You deserve someone who worships you, and gives you everything you need." He smiles softly at you. "Can I be that for you tonight, jagi? Can I make you feel how I see you, beautiful and amazing?" He reaches up, gently cupping your face and wiping the tears that run down your cheeks at his words.

You nod and hiccup as the tears flow. Your ex did a major number on your mental health and your self worth. Han gently pulls your face down to his, peppering your cheeks with kisses before moulding his lips to yours in the softest kiss you've had. You close your eyes and place your hands on his shoulders, feeling his hands snake down around your waist. He kisses you deeply, pulling your hips close to his.

Han wraps one arm around you, holding you close, the other going up to your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he deepens the kiss. Your tears were still flowing a little as you kissed, the movie and snacks behind you forgotten. You wrap your arms around his neck, your breasts squished against him. He breaks the kiss for air, but kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He mumbles soft praises against your skin. He gently pats your ass, asking you to get up as he pulls from your neck. You stand with him standing right after.

He pulls you back to him for another deep, passionate kiss, fingers gently pulling at your shorts. You give him a sound of confirmation before he slips your shorts and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. Carefully picking you up, you wrap your arms and legs around him.

"Where's your bedroom, jagi?" He kisses your collarbone and nips your skin there.

"Straight down the hall, Hannie. First door on the right." You moan softly, head falling back. He carries you down the hall to your room, reaching behind you to open the door since Han's were full. He pushes the door fully open with his foot as he walks across your room to the bed, gently laying you down on your blush mattress. He pulls back to look at your bare body.

"My goddess..my beautiful, gorgeous goddess…jagi…just wow." He whispers. You cover your face with your hands. "No, no. None of that, baby. I want to be able to see your beautiful face." He puts one knee between your legs, half kneeling on the bed, to reach over and gently grab your hands. He moves them off your face and smiles at you. He leans down and pecks your lips, trailing across your cheek and jaw down your neck and collarbone. He continues down to your breasts, giving them some attention before kissing down your stomach to your awaiting core.

He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of your bed. He kneels on the floor, looking at you as he pulls his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in your room. He grabs your legs and puts your knees over his shoulders as he leans forward to lick at your folds, making you gasp and shiver a bit. He slowly licks between your folds, groaning softly.

"You taste so much better than I remember, jagi." He says against your cunt. He holds your folds open with two fingers, leaning forward to slowly lick at your entrance and clit, pulling moans from deep in your chest. "Don't hold back, Y/n. I want to hear everything." You nod as you reach for his head, grabbing a fistful of blue hair.

He slips two fingers inside you with his free hand, slowly fingering you as he licks inside you and licks your clit. He groans as he tastes you, licking at you slowly. His nose rubbing your clit when his tongue is inside your entrance.

"I will never tire of how you taste, my baby." He groans into you, watching his fingers slip in and out of you easily, loving the shine of your slick on his digits. His cock twitches in his shorts. He turns his hand and curls his fingers inside you. You arch and moan loud as you cum fast, legs squeezing his head. Han chuckles and laps up your release, curling his fingers a few more times, making you squirt.

"There we go.." He mumbles as he licks you clean, sucking on your clit a few times. He slips his fingers out and puts them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He places soft kisses on your inner thighs, leaving a few hickies there as well. He slowly stands, kissing back up your body, leaving more, smaller hickies scattered on your body, until he was kissing your lips, his chin covered in your release. You groan as you taste yourself on him.

He reaches down and shucks his shorts and boxers off, kicking them behind him. Kissing you deeply, he grabs your thighs, wrapping one leg around his waist, the other hooked on his arm. He reaches between your bodies and grabs his cock, slowly stroking himself, his tip rubbing against your clit when he does. You arch a little, moaning loudly into his mouth, wanting him to fill you. Han smiles into the kiss and presses his tip to your entrance, slowly pushing in.

He swallows your moans until he needs to pull away for air. You both breath hard as your cunt sucks his cock in, still a bit sensitive.

"Ahh..Hannie.." You moan out, making his eyes roll back hearing you moan his name.

"Fuck.." He whispers. "Yes, my baby?" He pushes into you until he's all the way inside you.

"Want you..please.." Your hands wrap around his shoulders, feeling the expanse of his back.

"You've got me, jagi. You've got me.." he gives you a moment to adjust before he's slowly fucking into you. The squelching sound of your cunt the only other sound beside your moans can be heard. "Shit, baby..making the most beautiful sounds for me.." He tucks his face into the crook of your neck. He places one hand on your hip, his other arm on the bed, keeping him up, your other leg wrapping around his waist.

He quickly picks up his pace, fucking into you hard and deep. The sound of skin against skin adding to the sounds filling the room. You moan his name loudly, nails digging into his back. He groans into your neck before sucking on your skin, adding a large mark on your shoulder.

"Mm..my beautiful baby..need to make you see how beautiful you are..make you feel pretty.." He mumbles, feeling your cunt clenching around him. "Can you come for me, jagi?" He asks, lifting his head to look at you, your face fucked out. He smiles as he grinds into you, that tossing you over the edge. You clench hard around him as you cum, arching your back as you moan his name loudly. You accidentally scratch his back between his shoulder blades and he moans out.

"S-sorry, Han-Hannie.." You moan as he keeps thrusting.

"Don't apologize. Do it again, please." He grinds into you again, making you arch, nails dragging across his back again. "Fuuuckk…" He moans loudly, your cunt clenching around him at the sound. He thrusts hard and deep into you a few more times before cumming deep in you. He groans as he empties into you, his hips still thrusting in you a bit as he comes down from his high. He lifts his head as he looks at you, smiling softly.

"How do you feel, jagi?" He kisses your nose. "You doing ok?"

"Yeah, I'm doing great." You smile at him, hands rubbing his sides. You giggle sleepily.

"Let me get you cleaned up," he kisses your lips. "And I'll go clean up our snacks and such, ok?"

"No, you're my guest, Hannie." You pout. "You shouldn't be doing any cleaning."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure your legs are jelly, jagi." He chuckles. He wasn't wrong. "So let me do this one thing for you." He kisses you softly before sitting up. He slowly pulls out of you as you pout and walks over to the bedroom door, watching him as you sit up. He steps out and finds your bathroom. Grabbing a clean rag, he wets it and comes back to you. He softly cleans you up and asks if he can change the sheets. You shoo him away saying that you can do it. He chuckles and kisses your head before dropping the wet rag into your laundry hamper.

He steps back to the living room, quickly cleaning up and turns the tv off before he goes back to you, seeing you already changed your sheets. He drops your dirty laundry that was left in the living room into the hamper. Stepping up behind you, he kisses your shoulders as he picks you up by the waist. He twirls you around in a circle a few times, smiling as you laugh, before carefully setting you back on your feet. He ushers you into bed, gently covering you up before heading back to the door.

"Where are you going?" You look at him.

"I was going to sleep in the living room?" He watches you.

"You can't just say sweet things to me, fuck me silly and leave." You laugh. "Come here and cuddle with me, Hannie." He smiles lovingly and comes back to your bed and climbs in next to you. You cuddle up to him, draping your leg over his waist, your arm on his chest.

"Have a good night, jagi. Sleep well, ok?" He softly presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You too, Hannie. I'll see you in the morning." You smile and place your face in the crook of his neck. You fall asleep first, Han listening to your steady breathing. He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you, he holds you as he falls asleep, keeping you close to him all night.

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[illicitdream]

" i am too. " he was perhaps too quick to answer, hoping to immediately dispel any notion that he had any second thoughts or that he didn't really mean what he said. " i'm . . . i'm more comfortable with this than i've been with just about anything. i want you to know that. " the longer they lay there, tangled up with one another, the more he could feel his muscles tighten just a little, which brought on the occasional shift and stretch. his legs eventually got wrapped up in theirs, arms curling tighter again to bring them closer, head nestled right under his chin. " yeah, you're right. this is the easy part. " in the glow of what they'd just done he couldn't help but cling to them, holding their body close to his, close enough that he could feel their heartbeats start to steady. a hand idly dragged along their ribcage, their back, their curves, before tangling in their hair and idly petting it as they spoke. " don't have to go through the will-they-won't-they again. " moving his head back, he let theirs lean back enough where they could look one another in the eyes again. " i'm all yours, floss. and i wouldn't rather be anywhere else. " he punctuated his musing with a little kiss on their nose. " yeah, i feel like getting called ridiculous would've done some serious damage. " it's a joke, he presents it like one with a little laugh as he nestled his head against theirs. the hand that dragged down along their body eventually clasped onto their thigh, only to raise it and help wrap their leg around his hips so they could cuddle up a little closer. " careful, i hear the whole being a massive dork thing is infectious. " not long before he takes his turn resting his face against their neck. only the occasional peck, but mostly to revel in the sensation of being held by them, the comfort and stability it brings. " scary, " he laughed when he said it, as much as he could. " yeah, maybe to everyone else. " they shifted again, and he happily let a hand rest against the back of their head as she came to rest against the curve of his neck. " you'll always just be my girl to me. who knows though, maybe you being a little scary turns me on. " another casual kiss to their forehead. they could probably feel his lips curling into a smile as she spoke before he leaned back again. " i'd like that. what you think, dinner ? " each sentence punctuated by a gentle kiss to their lips. " maybe some dancing somewhere. " a deep breath followed. " floss . . . my ideal night is one where i'm with you. you ask me what date i'd plan . . . i'd get us popcorn, make us dinner, we sit on the couch and eat, and when we're done we put a movie on, or a bad reality tv show and we just have fun being in the same room. as long as you're with me i'll have the time of my life. " he rolled over so she could lay atop him, and hie could more comfortably watch her. " and when we're done i carry you back here, and maybe we do this again if we want to. maybe a few times, until we're so tired and horse that we can't keep going. " his eyes soften, like he's looking at the love of his life. " and maybe when we're done, we just hold each other and fall asleep. sounds like a beautiful night to me, either way. "

“of course we are. i mean, i am.” flossie couldn’t speak for him, not in this situation. there were certainly instances where she felt like she knew allen well enough to make assumptions about what he was thinking or feeling, and was able to act on them accordingly. however, this wasn’t something they’d sensed or saw coming so perhaps he was better at keeping things a secret than they’d realised. or her ignorance had been intentional, turning a blind eye to something right in front of her through the fear that also came with it. who really was narcissistic enough to assume their best friend was in love with them? she’d just consider herself lucky if he shared even a fraction of the feelings that she had for him and it certainly seemed like he did, at the very least. “we do but it doesn’t have to be hard. things just… come when they’re ready. we’ve taken long enough to get here, i think this is supposed to be the easy bit,” she mused, though that admittance was perhaps also what was troubling her. “please, al. it would’ve taken more than you admitting you had feelings for me to drive me away. i’d probably have just called you ridiculous or… i don’t know. it wouldn’t have been a big deal.” not to them, at least. it might’ve been devastating for him, maybe he was the one that wouldn’t be able to come back from such a confession. she closed her eyes as he idly touched her, basking in the sensation of such pure affection. “i didn’t tell you i have the hots for mega nerds? huh, funny i missed that one out.” inhaling deeply, their eyes fluttered open to fall upon his face. a face that she’d looked at so many times before and also somehow felt like she was seeing in a brand new light. “i don’t know… i’ve heard i can be pretty scary…” not scary exactly, just fiercely independent and with a need to prove it. had more bark than bite, honestly. probably evidenced best by the fact she shuffled down the bed a little so that she could sling an arm around allen’s waist and tuck her head beneath his chin. “you wanna… maybe go on a date this weekend? actually do something nice. get dressed up. make a bit of effort.” it might be difficult going forward to distinguish the romance to their hangouts, they’d spent so much time together that she felt it was important to establish some sort of difference. “we can maybe hang out here afterwards too, of course… if the evening calls for it. we can just see where the night takes us, like a real first date.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Smell Check [Easy: Failure]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

[kuroo-hitsuji]

I somehow only Just noticed how Lucifer's wings move when he laughs in Surprise Guest interactions and I'm. Kind of obsessed? Like that's inexplicably adorable what

I've been due for some wings brainrot for a while now, hoping this one sticks around for a while afhsfjsf the tails got more than their fair share of my attention i Need to be spinning the concept of wings around in my brain at all times for the next three months At Least--

(Bonus hc infodump in the tags bc I have minimal self restraint)

[witheredgardenparty]

Every now and then I see the discourse circulate on this hellsite, and I wonder if people know that the term 'yandere' used to have an extremely specific definition that no longer holds up to how people use it today

[the-library-of-forgotten-endings]

do you have a favorite mirror world/id of yours? a least favorite? (or if you want to just talk about your favorite, as the muse, feel free.)

Ans: My favourite would be my tingtang id. Sinclair and I dance together, apparently, ahaha~!

any id you'd think would be fun to have personally?

Ans: I *really* wanted a Cinq id to match with sinclair, but Dante couldn't extract it... hmph, I wanted to duel alongside with him in battle...

what your favorite/least favorite abnormality that you've either seen or faced in battle?

Ans: Well, they all kill you the same, don't they? But if I had to pick, maybe Pink Shoes, because it's the cutest~ oh, and blubbering toad as my least favourite, it got water all over my hair

would you say you're particularly close to anyone in your branch? is there anyone you'd like to get closer to?

Ans: I'm closest to Sinclair, but I'd like to get closer, teehee~

on the contrary, anyone you particularly don't get along with? anyone you can't really stand?

Ans: ...Heathcliff. I still haven't forgiven him for what he did to Sinclair. Better watch your back, heath~ ❤

why did you join the company? if you don't mind disclosing.

Ans: Well, I didn't have anywhere else to go.

what experiences do you believe make you a good fit for the company? or, do you even believe you are a good fit for the company?

Ans: I don't know, I'm not used to this sort of grunt work... I guess determination~? You'd have to ask faust or something.

do you think you've changed from the person you were when you first got hired? in what ways?

Ans: Well, I met Sinclair, so I've definitely changed! <3

if you could resign from the company, would you? (not that you can, just curious what you'd answer if you had a choice in the matter.)

Ans: I wouldn't resign and leave sinclair alone, but if he resigned...? Hm...

in general, what do you think of your job here? do you like it?

Ans: It's fun~ Kinda violent, and it's really gross getting blood and guts on myself all the time, but I got to meet sinclair, so it's not all bad

anything you particularly dislike about the company?

Ans: Why is everything so obtuse? Surely there's no need to be so secretive. Faust, if you're reading this, do try and open up

what would you consider to be your own "weaknesses"?

Ans: Well... I guess I'm the type to not see what's coming until it's too late.

which do you find more appealing: working on your own, or working with others?

Ans: That's a toughie~ Both solo and group performances can be equally captivating. But... I think a stage is less lonely when there's other people with you, no matter who they are

how would you describe yourself in a single sentence?

Ans: The best, most talented idol~★!

what do you think about your home district? anything you liked there?

Ans: ...Don't ask me that question again.

favorite dinner place? what's your favorite thing on the menu there?

Ans: My favourite is naan and lamb curry... hahh, i could go for a plate right now.

would you rather fight 1 horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?

Ans: A horse sized duck can't be any more dangerous than an abnormality, right...? I'll pick that, then.

heard we're having a company potluck soon. what are you planning on bringing? (if… you're bringing anything. you can admit you don't have anything. it's alright.)

Ans: Samosas, because they're tasty and I don't think anybody else would have trouble eating them.

i give you the classic trolley problem. what's your answer?

Ans: Which trolley is sinclair on?

what do you do in your free time? (whenever you have it, that is.)

Ans: Mostly practicing my dance and vocal routines. Talent takes work!

OC - Rambha, Sinner number 13 (Weapon: गाना)

LCB interview(esque) questions

[ note: these questions were made with Limbus Company OCs in mind, but technically these could be for any OCs ]

[ meant to be answered in character, as if answering questions from an interview. you can twist the questions to be 3rd person if you wish, however ]

do you have a favorite mirror world/id of yours? a least favorite? (or if you want to just talk about your favorite, as the muse, feel free.)

any id you'd think would be fun to have personally?

what your favorite/least favorite abnormality that you've either seen or faced in battle?

would you say you're particularly close to anyone in your branch? is there anyone you'd like to get closer to?

on the contrary, anyone you particularly don't get along with? anyone you can't really stand?

why did you join the company? if you don't mind disclosing.

what experiences do you believe make you a good fit for the company? or, do you even believe you are a good fit for the company?

do you think you've changed from the person you were when you first got hired? in what ways?

if you could resign from the company, would you? (not that you can, just curious what you'd answer if you had a choice in the matter.)

in general, what do you think of your job here? do you like it?

anything you particularly dislike about the company?

what would you consider to be your own "weaknesses"?

which do you find more appealing: working on your own, or working with others?

how would you describe yourself in a single sentence?

what do you think about your home district? anything you liked there?

favorite dinner place? what's your favorite thing on the menu there?

would you rather fight 1 horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?

heard we're having a company potluck soon. what are you planning on bringing? (if… you're bringing anything. you can admit you don't have anything. it's alright.)

i give you the classic trolley problem. what's your answer?

what do you do in your free time? (whenever you have it, that is.)

[ divider credit ]

[totallyawesome123]

rediscovering I have empathy? craaaazyyyyy

[evtoine]

cracking up, i love these two. leyla's face...