#i'll work on more details next time when i decide to work on the full bodies

[nabi-unveiled]

Nabi Notices (July 2, 2025)

I absolutely love long walks. I often find it relaxing, and I enjoy the time to think and ponder. I also love walking with someone. A great time can be had when it's just two people stepping away from the rest of the world. For whatever reason, long walks tend to bring about deeper discussions and less small talk. That's my cup of tea.

And this past week, I had the privilege of walking ~54 miles (87 kilometers) along the seashore. My brain was a delightful companion on those walks.

Not. Unlike normal, I just kept thinking of everything that needed to be done for work. A project I started almost 8 months ago is coming to a close next week, and my brain is tormenting me by constantly thinking through all of the tasks that remain. I can't turn it off. In the words of @dramalove247, brains "are great at being real jerks sometimes".

I came home from vacation stressed to the max, so I'm ESPECIALLY thankful any time a show captures my attention enough to take my mind off things.

The Things I Noticed This Week (and last):

I noticed that a lot of my shows decided to add to the pain. Yes, I'm talking to you My Sweet Brother-in-Law and Leap Day. Let's pretend those finales don't exist for now.

That said - I will probably rewatch the finale of Moon and Dust despite the pain, because....I love my imp and his rose. I'm obsessed with all of The Little Prince parallels in that show. I WILL write about them...after my project wraps up.

Outside of the shows that delivered pain, there was still a lot of joy. But in an effort to NOT put Revenged Love and Ball Boy Tactics in every category, I'm making myself keep to my "each show mentioned only once" rule. The rule I ignore most weeks 😅.

Fabulous Fit

Ball Boy Tactics

Ball Boy Tactics turned out to be more fluff than depth, but that was exactly what I needed this past week given my stress level. I can overlook that it dropped the ball in some areas, because it rewarded me in SO many ways. It even gave me this gorgeous fluffy sweater with really cool detailing.

Fascinating Find

I tipped my toes into researching the updates to Japanese custody law in preparation for watching the tenth episode of Two Husbands, One Wife. I last researched it during His (2020), and I know there have been changes. Still more research to be done though.

Fantastic Frame

The Next Prince

Not really a frame, but I love how much they're clinging to each other in this scene. They really are each other's lifelines. I also greatly enjoy that while Ramil mostly shows fear until the immediate danger has passed, Paytai alternates between fear, concern for Ramil, and ANGER. So much is conveyed in Paytai's expressions.

Note: In full transparency, I have only watched the Ramil/Paytai scenes for the past two episodes. I'll eventually catch up.

Knock Out

Technically last week, but I'm catching up. Mawin crossing the boundary to cling onto Ait and say I love you. Literally pulling Ait away from the red and towards the blue. Lights all around them but none really the focus like a true blinding light of love because...there's so much crap going on. They are in love, but external forces aren't really allowing them to focus on them and their relationship.

Fun Flourish

Revenged Love

Ok, my flourish of the week was the music in Revenged Love. But this section became so long that I just pulled it out and made it a post.

The music, and this show in general, makes me happy. Actually, writing that post helped distract me from work. I feel much more relaxed now. I'm really beginning to wonder how I survived in silence for so many years.

Favorite Fragment

Reset

This show has fabulous framing, and there are so many shots that should have landed this show in that category. But this is just such a great exchange. It fully embodies so much about Thada and Armin's dynamic including Armin's inability to NOT talk about the future. And Thada's willingness to give Armin anything he wants. "You got it".

My Stubborn

I didn't think this show could shock me. I'm prepared going into this show for a certain level of entertainment. But I shouldn't have ate lunch while watching this episode. I almost choked on my salad. Fine, it was actually a cold slice of pizza, but that doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

Feral Fan

There were several moments this week that made me bust out in laughter or kick my feet in delight, but this category is saved for the real special moments.

Pit Babe 2

Yeah. I'm a fan of Kenta in general. But I'm a HUGE fan of murderous thighs. Thanks be to the gif makers on this one.

The Untamed

Apparently I'm a fan of murderous mothers too. We all were. My VERY opinionated watch partner who so far has utterly dismissed BOTH Wangji's and Wei's efforts 🙄 even said "You know - I respect it" in response to My Lady popping off and taking on the Wen wench and her army.

My Queue for the Coming Week:

Work, work and work. 😭😭😭. I'll fit in what I can when I can, but most things will have to be background noise.

That said - I have a pretty good routine with my watch partners to argue about The Untamed during my lunch break so I'll probably get a few episodes in of that. Even if I'm working, I need to eat.

[thewayitalknj]

I've been listening to a lot of Mötley Crüe lately to hopefully manifest me seeing them in Las Vegas next year. Came up with this while driving, which is how a lot of my ideas come to be recently. Word Count - 1.6k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Full Mini-Series Masterlist Here

"Come on please, I have no idea what they have planned and it's killing me." He was practically begging you at this point. You roll your eyes as you walk down the next aisle, stacking the next set of 'romantic comedies' that just came in.

"Eddie, it's your birthday, it's supposed to be a surprise. And can you please stop bugging me while I'm working?"

"Yeah yeah sure I'll stop bugging you" he grits his teeth, "if you tell me what they have planned."

You turn around fully facing him, pushing your glasses back up your nose, taking your voice down to a whisper. "Look I truly have no idea what the fuck they have planned so please stop asking. Just be grateful they're doing something with you and you're not spending your birthday alone." You turn back around, making your way to the 'horror' section.

"At least come with me-"

"I can't, I have my bookclub tonight. But come to my place and tell me all about your guys night tomorrow if you're not too hungover."

He huff's his breath up, his bangs moving in the process. "Thanks a lot."

"I'm sure you'll have a blast."

A strip club. A fucking strip club. As much as Eddie appreciated what his friends were doing this is not what he expected. All he wanted was a guy's night in playing D&D and watching movies but no, his friends had to go all out.

The worst part is it was 'dress up night', so the strippers would be in various costumes. His friends thought the better, dress up plus dancing ladies ; what more could anyone ask for?

After a few hours sitting in a booth a few drinks in, an announcement sounded over the DJ speakers ; "alright everyone we have a birthday in the house! We want to welcome our birthday boy in Booth 21 to come on up for a special dance!" As everyone roared with excitement Eddie blushed under the neon lights.

"Why are y'all doing this to me?"

Garth pushes him forward, "Because we love you, NOW GO!" Eddie reluctantly makes his way up and sits on the chair provided for him. He drums nervously on his knees waiting for the song to start.

The next dancer comes to take the stage, dressed in all red, devil horns, and a red laced mask. Her hair is curled, not one piece left undone. She steps into the spotlight, and Eddie swears time halts and he has to take breath in order to steady himself. He is mesmerized. She slowly makes her way over, putting her hands on both sides of the chair. She eyes him up and down smirking to herself and as her song begins to play ; taking control of the room.

Eddie feels like he's fallen under some sort of spell, like something he wrote out for a campaign. He's so enthralled he completely forgot he was in a room with other people. He watches every move she makes ; the way her hips sway, how she doesn't come too close but just enough to tease him, and the way she makes eye contact with him? Forget about it ; Eddie swears he's falling in love with her right then and there, even though this was his first interaction with the mystery woman.

And in the three minutes the song plays, Eddie is so thankful his friends took him out. He tries to memorize every detail of the devil, just in case he decides to come back another time. Maybe on his own? Maybe with buddies again? Who knows, but he just had to remember her. Particular details ran through his head ; the hair style, the color of her eyes, and while she moved her body up against his, he noticed a small birthmark on the left side of her body, ironically shaped like a heart right above her heart ; and be still his own heart. Right when the music fades and the crowd begins to cheer breaking him out of his headspace, she leans in to his ear and with a sultry voice whispers "happy birthday sweetheart" and it's right then and there Eddie could have been shot through the chest by an arrow and he would feel no pain.

His posse of course never let him see the end of it, with constant teasing as the night went on. One thing was for sure, he could not wait to tell you about his night in the morning.

Eddie couldn't wait, he was practically banging at your door at 9:00am. You reach for your glasses on the nightstand, pull your hair in a messy bun and make your way towards the front door. You look through the peephole and Eddie is waving.

"Ed, what the hell-"

"I gotta tell you about last night." He races in, high on adrenaline pacing your living room.

"Good morning to you too-" You shut the front door, "can I please make some coffee first? I'm exhausted."

"Bookclub ran late?"

"Something like that. Want a cup?"

"Sure, thanks." You sulk to the kitchen and make your coffee, wondering what the hell has Eddie all wound up. You make your way back, handing him his cup as he takes a seat on your couch. "Damn, what book are you ladies reading that has you staying up so late?"

"It's nothing. So tell me, how was your birthday?"

"Amazing, they took me to a strip club."

You swallow your coffee, hard. "Oh wow, what an event."

"You're telling me, it was incredible. Well at least, she was incredible."

"Oh god Eddie don't tell me you fell in love with a dancer-"

"You don't understand. There was just something about her, I-I know it sounds corny but it was like magic. I've never felt like that before." He looks around your living room, then reaching over and grabs your shoulders playfully, shaking you. "Am I going crazy?!"

You laugh, "I don't think so. I just find it hilarious that it's a fucking stripper you're talking about."

"Yeah, well-" Just as Eddie begins to move his arms something catches his eye.

A birthmark. On the left side of your body. In the shape of a heart. He looks into your eyes, the same color and sparkle that were under the mask. He looks at your hair, it's normally straight, why does it look curly and wavy?

All these small details come together in his head. He moves his hands off you and runs them through his own hair, piecing everything together.

"So yeah, uh-enough about me...how was...bookclub?"

"Oh god you don't wanna hear about my bookclub. Why-"

"No no, I do..want to hear....about the bookclub. Please tell me." He takes another sip of his coffee, staring at the birth mark.

You follow his eyes, "is there something on me?"

"Hm, no. Just....so, bookclub?"

"Oh you know, just another night of girl talk about a steamy romance novel and too much wine, just the norm." Eddie can't even think straight, all the events from last night come rushing to his head.

You ponder at him wondering if he's okay, "sweetheart are you alright? You're starting to worry me."

Sweetheart, a nickname normally used frequently but now it's different. He jolts up from your couch. "I gotta go. Dustin and I have...stuff-to do."

You're dismayed, just nodding your head. "Um okay, but if you need anything just let me know-"

"Yeah uh thanks. And thanks for uh the coffee and...talk."

He speedily exits your home, and you're left wondering if maybe just maybe...

Just a Few Hours Ago

You stand off stage looking out to the man sitting on the chair. Only to realize it was Eddie.

"Oh shit-"

"What's up girl? Everything okay?" Your co-worker, Jade, comes up behind you.

"I-I can't go out. You take my slot instead."

"What, why? I'm not on for another 20, why do you want to switch?" She signals to Cassie, the DJ, to hold off on the music. Cassie gives a thumbs up and waits.

"I know the guy sitting in the chair, he's one of my friends. I can't...dance for him."

"Why? He won't know it's you, we're all dressed up tonight."

"Yeah but it's just...awkward that I know and he...doesn't."

"Look, I understand where you're coming from but I think you should just do it. He won't know it's you, does he know you work here?"

"No no, he's here with his friends for his birthday," You watch him drum on his legs, probably nerves. "I wouldn't picture him as someone who would want to come out and do this but, there he is."

"So, give him the dance of his life. Something he'll never forget. Remember, you're not going out as yourself." You nodded your head, Jade was right. You signal back to Cassie to start your song when ready. You quietly thank Jade, take a deep breath and take the stage.

24 Hours Later

As you apply your lipstick looking in the mirror, your other coworker Bianca comes in. "Hey B! How was your daughter's band recital?"

She takes a seat next to you giving you a half hug. "It was great! She crushed her solo, I'm so proud of her."

"That's incredible. I can't wait to see the tape!"

"Oh before I forget, Pam wanted me to tell you you got a private dance at 10:30."

"Wait, really?" You ponder, turning around in the chair. "I haven't done a private dance in weeks."

"Guess someone really likes you because they asked for you specifically."

"Oh wow. Really? Okay then, thanks for the heads up."

"No problem, be safe!"

Once 10:30 rolls around you make your way to Room #2, opening the door and stopping dead in your tracks the moment you see who it is, casually lounging on the couch.

"Sup sweetheart?"

Quick Notes - Hope you enjoyed! :) Thank you for reading! Reblogs are much appreciated! Maybe Part 2? idk.

[ldydeath]

Feels Like I'll Die Without You Part 2 | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You can’t get Jiyong off your mind, no matter how hard you try. When he invites you to his album release you decide to go despite your best judgment. Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: cheating, unprotected sex. Author’s Note: Minors please don’t interact. This is part two of Feels Like I’ll Die Without You. There’s probably going to be more parts to this, I hope you enjoy this part!

PART ONE

Leaving the party had been one of the hardest things you’d ever done. It should’ve been easy, you had someone waiting for you at home. Your ex boyfriend whom you hadn’t thought about in twelve years shouldn’t be in your head still and yet here you were in your hotel, replaying the kiss in your mind. 

There was no reason for you to even be thinking about that kiss. You should’ve never allowed yourself the opportunity to be alone with him. Clearly some habits were hard to break no matter how long ago you last had them. You picked up your phone, scrolling through the contacts until you got to Jiyong’s name. A name you should’ve deleted twelve years ago when he walked out of your Los Angeles apartment. Your finger hovered over the text icon, biting down on your lip. You shouldn’t. 

Jiyong? 

The one and only.  He replied back instantly as if he’d been waiting for your text. 

You would keep the same number. 

So did you. 

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the headboard in your hotel suite. 

I can’t stop thinking about you. Can I see you before I fly home? 

I have an album release tomorrow, if you want to come by. I can’t stop thinking about you either.

Send me the details, I’ll be there.

You read his words over and over, a small smile on your lips. This was wrong but you’d already cheated. What was the harm in seeing him one more time before you never saw him again?  You knew in the back of your mind if you went to his album release there was no going back. You’d left tonight for a reason, because you knew if you hadn’t you would’ve had him on that table as many times as you could go until you got caught. 

“What’s got you so happy?” Youngbae’s voice rang out. Jiyong tried to hide his phone but Youngbae glanced at the contact first.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, sliding the phone into his pocket. 

“Playing a dangerous game, Ji.” Youngbae warned before patting his friend on the back. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jiyong nodded and Youngbae took off. 

Jiyong knew there wasn’t going to be a happy ending for him, talking to you. He couldn’t help it though. He’d known the minute he’d walked out of your apartment all those years ago he’d never be able to get over you. If you wanted to see him again, he wasn’t going to say no. Pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he sent you the details for the album release, waved goodbye to the few stragglers at the party and headed home.

You looked down as your phone buzzed again, rolling your eyes at the party invite. Dress code: A touch of Jiyong. You highly doubted you had clashing patterns in your suitcase, but you did have a scarf. You could work with that.

The next evening rolled around fast, almost too fast and as you put the final touches on your outfit you realized this was the first album release you’d both been at together since yours. Maybe you shouldn’t go. As much as you wanted to convince yourself that this was just a friendly meeting, you knew the truth. If he dragged you away again you weren’t going to be strong enough to say no.  Tying the scarf around your neck you grabbed your bag and headed to your car. You’d regret this in the morning.

 The party was in full swing when you showed up, sneaking in a bag door. The last thing you needed was for anyone to spot you going to a G-Dragon party. The media would have a field day with it and this needed to be kept secret. Your eyes wandered around the room spotting all the familiar faces before landing on Jiyong. Your breath catching in your throat as his eyes locked on yours. It wasn’t fair for anyone to look that good. Especially in that stupid hat. Was it glued to his head? 

He smirked at you, eyebrows raised as he took a sip from his drink. This was his night and he was going to make you do the work. You raised your head high as you made your way into the party, your eyes staying locked on his as you walked across the room.

“Hi.” 

“Hello.” The smirk a permanent fixture on his face. 

You wanted to smack it off his face but instead you let your eyes trail his body, another perfectly fit suit, as if he was trying to kill you. 

“I can’t leave early so you’re going to have to stop looking at me like that.” His voice broke your thoughts and you glared up at him. 

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” He snorted at your words. 

“Okay. Let’s get you a drink.” You rolled your eyes at him but followed him further into the room, grabbing a drink from the bar.

As you took a sip you allowed yourself a second to take in your surroundings. The party was very him and you couldn’t help but feel proud of how he’d turned his life around. The Jiyong you knew would have long been drunk by now. 

“You good for a second? Gotta go introduce the album.” You nodded and he walked off.

You watched intently as he introduced the album and thanked all the usual people for their support over his hiatus. The cheers of his friends and team filled the room and you couldn’t help but grin at him as the familiar tune of the first track started playing. He made his way over to you, you both standing in comfortable silence as the songs played on. 

“This one is about you.” He whispered in your ear as the fifth song started playing. 

You turned to him wide eyed. He was still writing songs about you? You’d had your suspicions on a few over the years but the outright confirmation made your heart leap out of your chest. He looked down at you, the smirk replaced by something else. Love, maybe? Definitely lust. Before you could respond he shushed you and pointed to his ear as if telling you to just listen. 

“This one too.” He smirked as the last track started. Hearing the words you raised a brow at him. He definitely knew what game he was playing. 

As the song came to an end and everyone cheered again, you looked over as Jiyong. The music replaced with the playlist he’d approved for the evening and you slid your hand into his. His brow shot up in surprise. As if picking up the hint, Jiyong led you through the party and to the empty bathroom, locking the door after he led you inside. 

Your lips were on his in an instant, picking up right where you’d left off the night before. Jiyong’s hands trailed from your arms to your waist and finally to your legs before he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around him and he leaned you against the wall, his lips never leaving yours. Your dress hiked up your thighs and you rocked your hips against him. 

Jiyong let out a low growl, breaking the kiss to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw. He moved a hand up to untie your scarf, throwing it to the ground and you made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down his arms. He shrugged out of it one arm at a time, doing his best to keep you steady against the wall as your hips grinned against him again. 

His hand trailed down your body, his hand resting by your underwear and you rocked your hip into his hand. He let out another low groan, his lips finding their way back yours as his hand pushed brushed against you. 

“Are you sure?” He mumbled against your lips and nodded as your fingers ran down his chest, stopping at his belt. He pushed your underwear aside and slipped a finger inside. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” He mumbled as he slid another finger in, rubbing against your wet center. 

Your hips rocked in motion with his fingers and you undid his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly. 

“I need you.” You whispered against his lips. Jiyong’s eyes shot open as he removed his hand from inside you.

 Your eyes met and he pushed your hand away from you before positioning himself before entering you. He entered you slowly, filling you up, your walls hugging around him tightly and you both let out a groan.  He began thrusting in and out of you slowly, your head falling back to rest on the wall as you let out a moan. 

Your hips rolled against him and that was all he needed to pick up the pace. This needed to be quick, before you got caught and you leaned your head forward capturing his lips again. Your mouths swallowed each other's moans as Jiyong thrust in and out of you. 

“Ji, I’m so close.” You whispered and he let out a moan as he gave two more hard thrusts. 

Everything went hazy and you arched your back just slightly allowing him to hit your g spot with ease. Your eyes squeezed shut as you climaxed, your head falling back again. Jiyong let out a groan as he reached his own orgasm, unloading inside of you. You both stayed pressed against each other, him inside of you, your legs around his as you caught your breath. You leaned in giving him a gentle kiss before he pulled out and you slid down him, landing on your feet. 

“We should get back out there.” You looked around for your scarf, tying it back around your neck.

Jiyong nodded, zipping up his pants before putting his shirt back on. You reached up to smooth your hair back down and gave him a small smile. 

“You’re leaving, huh?” 

“I should. The album is great though.” Jiyong smiled at your words, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, thanks.” He paused, his eyes finding yours. “I’m guessing this is the last time I’ll see you?” 

“I have to go home, Ji. I have someone waiting for me there.” 

“Right. Well, thanks for coming.” You walked over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. 

“Take care of yourself,  Ji.” 

“You too.” 

You gave him one last smile before walking out of the bathroom. You wanted to say so much more, but you knew you shouldn’t. There was nothing left to say, was there? 

Jiyong stood in the bathroom for a little longer than he probably should, but he knew he didn’t have it in him to watch you walk away again. After what felt like a decent amount of time, he plastered a fake smile on his face before heading out to the party, finding a group of his friends and thanking them for coming. He’d try for the rest of the night to get you out of his mind. But he knew he wouldn’t. Maybe one day he’d find the words to make you stay.

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[ni-idea-07]

you will never be alone again.

Platonic Yandere Jason Todd X Reader.

TW: illegitimate siblings, cheating, mild yandere, mutilation threats, non-graphic mutilation, paranoia, threats. English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes

Somehow Jason found out he had a younger sister. It didn't really matter how he found out, but he was excited and panicked at the same time. Well, he had a lot more emotions on his mind.

He had to find you and see you for the first time in person which touched him the most.

You weren't of age yet and you weren't a baby, you could take care of yourself, but he wouldn't allow you to be alone like he was in the past.

–"Hey, brat, how much for a candy?"

You were surprised when he asked you, after all he was twice your size and he didn't seem like the kind of person who would buy the ugly and cheap candy you sold out of obligation.

Once you told him the price, he pulled out his wallet, a rather full one, you threw away the box of candy and took his wallet from him, leaving him with a smile.

He wouldn't chase you, he already knew where you would go.

Like every night you returned to the shelter where they let you sleep, that night you slept well, when you gave the money to the "Madam" - as everyone called her - she let you sleep in a bed and gave you decent food. She always took in children and forced them to sell candy so they would bring money, if they didn't bring anything at the end of the day they wouldn't eat, but those who brought enough money could eat and sleep well for a week.

The next morning you woke up feeling strangely satisfied. You had brought more money than usual and you hadn't had to run too much to get it. The "Madam" had given you a decent bed and a hot meal, which was a luxury in your daily life. But that feeling of security didn't last long.

As you stepped out onto the street with your box of candy in hand, you ran into the same man from the night before.

Jason Todd.

You didn't know his name yet, but his presence was impossible to ignore. Tall, muscular, and with an expression that seemed a mix of amusement and something more... dark.

–"Morning, little thief"– he greeted you with a sly smile, leaning against a lamppost. I hope you slept well with my money.

Your body tensed. It wasn't the first time you'd stolen, but you'd never encountered someone who came back for what was theirs. Or worse, who seemed to enjoy the game.

–"I don't know what you're talking about" – you muttered, feigning disinterest as you tried to walk away.

Jason chuckled, but his hand moved quickly, catching your wrist with ease. He didn't hurt you, but his grip was firm.

–"Oh, come on. Don't worry about it."

–"Consider it a gift."– He leaned in a little, his voice dropping to a whisper. –"But tell me, do you like that place?"

Your expression hardened. You didn't understand what he meant.

–"I mean, the 'Madam' and her cute way of treating children. Making them work for their own food... that doesn't sound very fair, does it?"

Your stomach clenched. You didn't know why, but something about the way he said it made you feel uncomfortable.

–"It's none of your business"– you muttered, trying to let go of your wrist.

Jason didn't budge. His eyes, a deep blue, shone with something you couldn't figure out.

–"It is. And even more now that I know you're my sister...."

Your breathing stopped.

–"What... what did you say?"– you whispered, feeling the world around you shake.

Jason smirked, as if he'd been waiting for that reaction.

–"Yes. You're my little sister. I looked into it."

–"Don't worry about the details, the important thing is that I found you."

His other hand rose to ruffle your hair with a strange tenderness-. And now that I know you exist, I'm not leaving you alone in this hole.

Your instinct told you to run. To flee immediately. But Jason's grip tightened a little more, as if he could read your mind.

–"Calm down. You don't have to decide anything now."

His smile turned a little colder. –"But I'll make one thing clear to you..."

He leaned in, his breath brushing your ear.

–"If that woman ever lays her hands on you again or forces you to work one more day... I'll cut off her fingers, one by one."

A chill ran down your spine. There was no anger in his tone. There were no screams or empty threats. Just a promise said with the calmness of someone who would really do it without thinking twice.

And for some reason you knew he meant it.

Things went on as usual for the next few days... or at least, that's what you tried to convince yourself. But the feeling that someone was watching you never went away. Sometimes, when you turned a corner, you saw a silhouette that disappeared too quickly. Other times, you felt a presence nearby when you were selling candy, as if someone was making sure everything went well.

And worst of all: every time you brought money to the shelter, the Madam would You looked more closely. Something had changed in her attitude.

One night, when you returned after a particularly long day, you found her waiting for you with her arms crossed and a tight smile.

–"You've been bringing too much money lately."– Her voice sounded sweeter than usual, which only put you more on alert. –Who have you been kidding, sweetheart?"

Your jaw clenched. You knew any wrong answer could cost you dearly.

–"I'm just selling well"– you replied calmly.

The Madam clicked her tongue, approaching with slow steps.

–"Don't lie to me. I've seen that man following you. Tall, leather jacket... too well dressed to be a common customer."

Your stomach churned. You couldn't deny the obvious.

–"I don't know what you're talking about."

The slap came before you could react. Your cheek burned, but you didn't make a sound. It wouldn't be the first time this happened, and you knew that reacting would only make her continue.

–"Listen to me, you little shit"– her voice sounded icy. "If you're saving money or if you're thinking of leaving, you'll regret it."

You didn't answer. You knew you didn't need to.

That night, as you lay down on the bed you'd won, fear settled in your chest. Not just because of the Madam, but because you knew Jason was right. You weren't going to last much longer here.

And sure enough, the next day, Jason stopped watching from the shadows and took matters into his own hands.

When you left the shelter, you found him waiting for you right outside, leaning against his bike with a bored expression.

–"Good morning, sis. Ready to move in with me?"

You opened your mouth to refuse, but he just held up a hand, stopping you.

–"I don't want to hear excuses. I know what that witch did to you last night."

His gaze hardened for a moment. –"I made sure she never touches you again."

Your body tensed.

–"What did you do?"

Jason shrugged nonchalantly.

–"Nothing too drastic... yet. I just made it clear that if she tried to hurt you again, she'd lose more than just her fingers."

You didn't know what that meant exactly. You didn't want to know.

But when you looked back at the shelter, you saw the Madam peering through the window, her face pale as a ghost.

Your chest tightened. You didn't want to admit it... but being with Jason seemed safer than staying here.

The days with Jason in his apartment were... strange.

The place was horrible, unkempt and almost empty.

There was no decoration, just some functional furniture and a couple of guns lying around, as if they were decorations. The smell of gunpowder, cigarettes and old coffee permeated the air. Still, everything was in perfect order. Jason had made an effort to clean the apartment because he was afraid that you were allergic to dust.

Still, the real danger was him.

Jason was not normal.

From the first day, he behaved intensely. He wouldn't let you go out alone, always having an excuse to accompany you. He insisted on knowing what you were doing all the time and, if you took longer than expected in the bathroom or kitchen, he called your name impatiently, as if he was afraid that you would disappear.

And when you didn't get an answer right away... well, you'd learned that Jason didn't have much patience

One time, you locked yourself in the bathroom for a few minutes longer than usual because you wanted some peace. You hadn't thought it would be a problem... until you heard a loud BANG and the sound of the door being smashed in.

Jason walked in with his gun drawn, his eyes red with fury and his breathing ragged.

–"What the hell were you doing!?"– he demanded.

Your heart stopped.

–"I... I was just in the bathroom..."

Jason stared at you for a second, then let out a shaky breath.

–"Don't do that. Don't make me worry like that."

And then, without warning, he hugged you.

It wasn't a warm, comforting hug. It was tight, suffocating, almost desperate.

–"You can't leave me alone. Not again."

His words made your blood run cold.

Again.

You had no idea who he was referring to. But in that moment, you knew it didn't matter.

Jason wasn't sane.

And you were stuck with him.

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Hiii Mari!!!(can I call you that?)

Ugh I have so many ideas in my brain🥲

But what about Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony (+anyone else you might wanna add) with an s/o who's got adhd? Not the like, "extroverted" 24/7 adhd, but where they js get random bursts of talkative adhd and stuff?

Or, another separate little idea, them with an s/o who's uncomfortable with alcohol? I feel like its a bit of an interesting concept with Tony cuz he's had plenty of moments where he's drinking in the mcu

Those are the only two I'll bother you with for now until random thouvhts come to me again<3

Please remember to take breaks, have a bite to eat, drink water, and have a nap when you need it!!!<3<3<3 appreciate you<3<3<3

(*noms you lovingly<3*)

gahhhhhhhhh I am so very sorry that it took me this long to write this (21 days is like three weeks so oopsies) but yes here it is

i did not write the alcohol prompt, i don’t have a lot of experience with alcohol honestly lol

and yeah, you can call me mari!! that’s cute as hell

my mini multiverse of madness…

ADHD Headcannons (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony)

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Steve 

Steve is a patient soul. He is a thinker and a listener first, and it’s only when he’s perfectly worded a response that he decides to speak. Everything that he does, no matter how impulsive it may seem, has had a lot of his thoughts poured into it. And when he hears you ramble, random and excited, it surprises him. And he loves listening to it. 

He is so on board for every little thing you’re into. You got super into cars and he started leaving F1 on on the TV until you started watching it and learning all about it. He’d figured you’d like it. And you ramble about it, explain every little rule and detail and decision, and Steve listens carefully, like he has all of the time in the world and nothing he’d rather be doing. 

When you move on, he’s unbothered. Next phase it is!

 Bucky 

Bucky is brooding and quiet. Also a huge literature nerd. When he gets into things, he thinks about them constantly, yet he never shares them with anybody. Then he gets to know you. And damn, it’s so fun!! You ramble and share and tell him about the things you’re into, and he gets invested. You started watching this cop show, and he’s never seen a single episode. But when he gets home from work, he expects a full recap from you, and he’s invested now. 

You eventually convince him to share more about the stuff that he’s into, so he compiles a list of a bunch of his favorite books and some things on his to be read and together, you start a two person bookclub.

You get into his books and the two of you go on tangents about what different things mean. It’s his very favorite thing. 

Sam

Sam is loud and rambunctious and playful. He shares and he listens already. But he loves it when you get going talking about something. He jokes that there’s little buzzwords that no one knows that get you rambling about something. One time, he mentioned the words “ten dollar” and you got on a rant about Hamilton. He listened very intently, very amused, for about five minutes, and then couldn’t help but chuckle.

He now has a list of buzzwords on the notes app on his phone and you cannot fight me on this.

Sam playfully teases you a bit about this, but he genuinely doesn’t mind, and he knows what you’re sensitive about and is careful to avoid that when he’s gently teasing you about things. 

Overall, though, Sam is a very sweet, funny, playful, and endearing guy and he is more than happy to listen to you rant. 

Tony

Tony, honestly? He’s the same damn way. 

You both just get very talkative randomly and you’re both extremely sarcastic. You both get very intense hyperfixations and it’s all you can think about. It drives everybody else freaking crazy because, while you do handle Tony better than anyone else on the planet, you are also shockingly alike. 

One time, Tony had the gall to ask Steve, “is that what I act like?” after you showed them your diorama of the music industry. It made Steve laugh and nod enthusiastically, “yes!” Tony chuckled, and insisted that it was much more endearing coming from you. 

When the two of you both got hyper fixated on this one specific robot model though? HOLY HELL.

Fury laughed and said, “if only I could get you two to work like that on half the S.H.I.E.L.D. missions.”

You two are adorable. 

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Pairing: Hongjoong x reader, Seonghwa x reader, Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, Wooyoung x reader.

Summary: Five eight-year-old boys aboard the slave ship Crimson Serpent form an unbreakable bond with five-year-old y/n. before she's sold at auction. Despite their failed rescue attempt, they swear a blood oath on her teddy bear to find her. Fifteen years later, now feared pirates leading the ATEEZ

Warnings: Slavery/Human Trafficking, Separation/Loss, Violence, Eventual Smut. SA(not by any main characters) y/n gets switched to a real name but it has a purpose. More warnings to be updated.

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Chapter 2

The Promise

Dawn broke over The Crimson Serpent as Halazia's harbor came into view. After three months at sea, the port city's sprawling docks and rising tiers of buildings would have been an impressive sight under different circumstances. But for five young boys huddled in the ship's hold, the approaching shoreline represented only dread.

"We dock within the hour," Hongjoong reported, having slipped away from the navigator's cabin to rejoin the others. "Final chance to review the plan."

Seonghwa nodded, immediately taking charge of the tactical details. "Wooyoung creates a distraction in the galley—"

"Big fire," Wooyoung confirmed with uncharacteristic seriousness. "Cook's rum stores will help."

"—while Yunho and I move y/n to the delivery crate near the port-side loading area" Seonghwa continued.

Yunho gestured to a large crate they had prepared over the past week, drilling small air holes that looked like wood damage and lining it with stolen sailcloth. "I've marked it with the chalk symbol so we can track it."

"Mingi watches the dock for safe passage," Seonghwa added, "and signals when we can move her."

Mingi nodded once, indicating his understanding of this crucial role. His position assisting the gunner had given him the most comprehensive knowledge of the harbor layout during previous visits.

"And I create confusion in the navigation records to delay departure," Hongjoong finished. "Once y/n is safely hidden ashore, I'll meet you at the rendezvous point."

The plan sounded more confident than any of them felt. The "rendezvous point" was a vague location near the harbor market that Mingi had identified from his observations during their last visit to Halazia. What they would do once reunited, with a five-year-old girl to protect and no resources in a city known for its slave trade, remained a hollow space in their strategy.

"What about after?" Yunho voiced the question they'd all avoided. "Where will we take her?"

The silence that followed revealed the gap in their planning.

"North," Hongjoong decided suddenly. "Away from slave territories. We'll find work on a merchant vessel or in a fishing village."

It was a child's solution to an impossible problem, but none of them had better ideas. The fantasy of escape had sustained them through the final weeks of voyage; examining it too closely threatened to collapse their fragile hope.

"Where's y/n?" Wooyoung asked, noticing her absence from their circle.

"Still sleeping," Hongjoong replied. "I didn't want to wake her until necessary."

In truth, none of them wanted to face her questions. Their plan, desperate and full of potential failures, would be harder to execute if they had to contend with her fear alongside their own.

"We should tell her now," Seonghwa said, practical as always. "She needs to understand what to do when the time comes."

Hongjoong nodded reluctantly and moved toward the small nest of blankets where y/n slept. The sight that greeted him made his chest tighten: she lay curled around Mr. Hugs, one small hand clutching the teddy bear's worn ear, her face peaceful in sleep despite everything. For a moment, watching her breathe, he allowed himself to believe they might succeed.

"Y/n," he whispered, gently touching her shoulder. "Time to wake up."

She stirred, blinking up at him with momentary confusion before recognition cleared her eyes. "Joongie? Are we there?"

"Almost," he confirmed, helping her sit up. "We need to talk about today."

The others gathered around as Hongjoong explained their plan in simplified terms. Y/n listened with surprising composure, clutching Mr. Hugs but asking clear questions that revealed her understanding of the stakes.

"I have to be very quiet in the box," she confirmed, "even if I'm scared."

"Yes," Seonghwa said gently. "Until we come for you."

"And Mr. Hugs comes too?"

The boys exchanged glances. "Of course," Hongjoong assured her. "Mr. Hugs goes wherever you go."

She nodded, seemingly satisfied. "What if something goes wrong?"

The directness of her question caught them off guard. Children her age weren't supposed to anticipate failure so maturely, but y/n had already endured more than most adults.

It was Mingi who responded, breaking his usual silence. "Hide," he said simply. "Wait. We find you."

"Always," Yunho added, reaching out to squeeze her small hand. "No matter what."

The ship's bell rang, signaling all hands to prepare for docking. Their time had run out.

"Remember," Hongjoong said, locking eyes with each of them in turn, "whatever happens, we meet at the rendezvous point by sunset."

As they separated to their assigned positions, he felt the weight of leadership settle more heavily on his young shoulders. They were just children playing a desperate game against adults with all the power, but in that moment, Hongjoong believed completely in their ability to win.

Everything went wrong almost immediately.

Wooyoung's galley distraction succeeded too well. The fire he started in the cook's rum stores spread faster than anticipated, creating genuine panic rather than the manageable confusion they'd hoped for. As smoke billowed from below decks, Captain Redmond ordered all hands to firefighting duties—including the children normally exempt from emergency protocols.

Seonghwa and Yunho, attempting to move y/n to the prepared crate, found their path blocked by sailors rushing to form a water brigade. Worse, in the chaos, the first mate began shepherding valuable cargo—including the crate they had prepared—away from the spreading fire.

"Change of plan," Seonghwa muttered to Yunho, pulling y/n behind a stack of barrels as sailors rushed past. "We need a different hiding place."

Yunho scanned the area desperately. "The captain's boat?" he suggested, referring to the small boat kept for the captain's personal use.

Seonghwa shook his head. "Too visible. They'll check it during evacuation."

As they deliberated, the situation deteriorated further. The fire reached a store of gunpowder, creating a blast that rocked the entire vessel. In the resulting chaos, Yunho was separated from Seonghwa and y/n when a falling spar knocked him to the deck.

"Yuyu!" y/n cried, trying to go to him.

Seonghwa held her firmly. "We can't help him now." The calculated mind that characterized him even at eight years old forced him to make the brutal calculation: one boy injured versus a girl captured. "We need to move."

With the original plan in ruins, Seonghwa improvised. The ship was now approaching the dock in disarray, with the fire adding urgency to their landing. Port authorities were already swarming the waterfront, ready to assist with firefighting and crowd control.

"When we reach the dock," he instructed y/n, keeping his voice calm despite the mayhem around them, "run. Don't stop for anything. Head for the marketplace—the one with blue awnings. Mingi will find you there."

Her eyes widened with fear, but she nodded determinedly. "What about you?"

"I'll be right behind you." The lie came easily, necessary to give her the courage to run. Seonghwa knew he would likely be captured ensuring her escape, but accepted this as the logical outcome.

As The Crimson Serpent lurched against the dock, sailors threw mooring lines while officers shouted contradictory orders. In the confusion, Seonghwa guided y/n toward the gangplank, now lowered for firefighting assistance.

"Remember," he whispered, "blue awnings. Don't look back."

He was about to give her the signal to run when a heavy hand clamped onto his shoulder.

"Where do you think you're taking our merchandise, boy?" Captain Redmond himself stood behind them, his face twisted with rage and smoke stains. Despite the fire threatening his ship, he had not forgotten the valuable cargo y/n represented.

Before Seonghwa could react, the captain shoved him aside and seized y/n, who screamed and clutched Mr. Hugs tighter.

"Hwa!" she cried, reaching for him as the captain dragged her away.

“Dove!” Seonghwa lunged forward but was restrained by a sailor who had appeared at the captain's command.

"Get this one back to firefighting duty," Redmond ordered. "And find the others. I want all those little rats accounted for." He glanced at the pandemonium on his burning ship, then at the frightened girl in his grip. "At least I can salvage something valuable from this disaster."

As Seonghwa was hauled away, he caught a final glimpse of y/n's terrified face as she screamed for him. The failure burned worse than the smoke searing his lungs.

Hongjoong, realizing the plan had collapsed into chaos, abandoned his position at the navigation charts and fought his way through smoke-filled corridors toward the deck. The ship was in genuine danger now, with flames visible through several hatches and sailors abandoning organized firefighting for personal survival.

He emerged onto the main deck just in time to see Captain Redmond dragging y/n down the gangplank, her small form struggling against his grip.

"No!" Hongjoong shouted, running toward them. He was intercepted by the bosun, who grabbed him by the collar.

"Where do you think you're going, boy? Ship's burning!"

Hongjoong struggled frantically. "He's taking her! The captain—the girl—"

The bosun glanced toward the dock, saw Redmond with y/n, and grunted. "Captain's business, not yours. Now help with these lines or I'll throw you overboard myself."

Over the next desperate hour, as the fire was finally contained through the combined efforts of crew and harbor firefighters, Hongjoong worked mechanically while scanning the docks for any sign of y/n or the others. He glimpsed Wooyoung being disciplined by the cook, saw Yunho helping move injured sailors despite his own bloodied forehead, but neither Seonghwa nor Mingi appeared in his line of sight.

Most concerning, Captain Redmond and y/n had vanished into the crowded waterfront.

When finally released from emergency duties, Hongjoong slipped away from supervision and headed for their designated rendezvous point—a small alley behind the fish market with blue awnings. He found Mingi already waiting there, a darkening bruise on his jaw suggesting he too had faced consequences for their failed plan.

"The others?" Hongjoong asked urgently.

Mingi shook his head, not looking up. “Scattered. Watched."

“Have you seen-“ Hongjoong rushed out, but Mingi cut him off.

“No. No little shadow.” He said, gripping something tightly in his hand.

Hongjoong nodded, sitting next to his friend and waited as the sun began its descent, hope diminishing with each passing minute. Eventually, Wooyoung appeared, smelling of smoke and sporting a burn on one arm.

"Cook thinks I accidentally knocked over a lantern," he reported grimly. "Believed me because he thinks I'm too stupid to start a fire intentionally."

An hour later, Yunho found them, his tall frame hunched with defeat, a crude bandage wrapped around his head. "I couldn't reach them in time," he said, voice cracking. "I saw the captain taking her away." Mingi quickly moving to support his friend, physically and emotionally.

Seonghwa was the last to arrive, slipping into the alley as twilight deepened into true darkness. His face was streaked with soot, his hands raw from firefighting duty.

"I failed," he stated simply, the admission clearly costing him. "Captain took her directly to the auction house on Harbor Street. Private sale."

The five boys stared at each other in the gathering darkness, the magnitude of their failure settling over them like a physical weight.

"We have to go after her," Wooyoung insisted. "Break in, find her—"

"With what weapons? What plan?" Seonghwa challenged, his practical nature reasserting itself even in grief. "We barely survived today's disaster."

"So we just give up?" Wooyoung's voice rose dangerously.

"Keep quiet," Hongjoong warned, pulling them deeper into the shadows as a patrol of harbor police passed the alley entrance. "We can't help y/n if we're caught."

“Fifteen.” Mingi said, causing the four boys to look at him in confusion. “Guards.”

“Fifteen guards where, Mingi?” Yunho asks gently.

“Auction House” Mingi whispered.

Hongjoong sighed as understanding washed over him. Mingi didn’t get the bruise from a punishment. He got it from trying to get to y/n.

The harsh reality of their situation confronted them: five injured, exhausted children with no resources, no knowledge of the city beyond glimpses from previous port calls, and no realistic way to infiltrate a secure auction house guarded by armed men.

"What do we do now?" Yunho asked, the question directed at Hongjoong, who had naturally assumed leadership of their small group.

Before Hongjoong could answer, a distant bell tolled nine times. The sound seemed to mark the end of something—their childhood perhaps, or the brief period when they had been more than just surviving.

"We go back to the ship," he said finally, the words tasting like ash.

"No!" Wooyoung protested. "We can't leave her!"

"If we don't return by the night watch, they'll hunt us down as runaways," Seonghwa pointed out. "The whole harbor will be searching for us."

"And then we'll never find her," Hongjoong added softly.

The terrible logic silenced even Wooyoung's protests. One by one, they accepted the brutal truth: they could not save y/n. Not today. Not as they were—powerless children owned by a man who viewed them as property rather than people.

As they prepared to return to The Crimson Serpent, now secured with emergency repairs sufficient for the night, Hongjoong suddenly realized something was missing.

"Mr. Hugs," he said, patting his clothing frantically. "Where's her teddy bear?"

The others looked at him in confusion.

"Didn't she have it? When the captain took her?" he demanded.

"She did," Seonghwa confirmed, remembering her clutching it as Redmond dragged her away. "Why?"

"Because—" Hongjoong faltered, unable to articulate why this suddenly seemed important. The teddy bear was just fabric and stuffing, yet it represented everything they had failed to protect.

Mingi stepped forward, holding out his hand. In his palm lay a small wooden disk—the navigational star he had attached to Mr. Hugs' paw.

"Fell off," he explained simply. "During struggle."

Hongjoong stared at the tiny carving, then closed Mingi's fingers around it. "Keep it safe," he said.

They returned to the ship like shadows, using the skills honed over months of captivity to slip aboard unnoticed amid the ongoing repairs. The hold, when they reached it, felt cavernously empty despite being more crowded than usual with damaged cargo.

In the corner where y/n had slept just that morning, Hongjoong sank down, emotional and physical exhaustion finally overwhelming him. The others settled around him, maintaining the protective circle they had formed around a girl who was no longer there.

"I saw her," Seonghwa said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. "As the captain was taking her away. She looked back—at the ship, at us—and she..." his voice, normally so controlled, wavered slightly, "she dropped something. Deliberately, I think."

The others leaned forward, hope flickering briefly.

"You waited to say this until now?" Wooyoung said exasperated. “We were just outside.” He groaned.

“What was it?” Hongjoong asked.

Seonghwa shook his head at Wooyoung’s dramatics. "I couldn't see clearly. But it fell near the base of the gangplank, in that pile of ropes."

Hongjoong absorbed this information silently. Tomorrow, they would search. Tonight, they needed to recover, to plan, to...

His thoughts were interrupted by Yunho's quiet sobs. The tallest of them, the gentle giant who had carried y/n on his back through the ship's corridors, finally broke under the weight of their failure.

"She trusted us," he whispered between tears. "She believed we would protect her."

No one contradicted him. No one offered empty assurances. They simply moved closer, shoulders touching, a physical reminder that while they had lost y/n, they still had each other.

"This isn't over," Hongjoong said finally, voice hardening with a determination unusual for an eight-year-old. "We failed today. But we're not giving up."

"How?" Wooyoung asked, genuine rather than challenging. "She could be anywhere by tomorrow."

"Then we'll search everywhere," Hongjoong replied. "We'll learn everything we can about Halazia, about the slave markets, about whoever bought her. And someday, when we're stronger, we'll find her again."

The weight of this declaration hung in the air. They were children, owned rather than free, with years of captivity likely ahead of them. Yet something in Hongjoong's voice made the impossible sound merely difficult.

"I'm with you," Seonghwa said quietly. Always the practical one, his support lent credibility to Hongjoong's vision.

"Me too," Wooyoung added, some of his characteristic brightness returning. "We'll be the best pirates ever and take back what's ours."

Yunho wiped his tears and nodded firmly. "No matter how long it takes."

Mingi, last to speak, simply placed the wooden star in the center of their circle. "Together," he said. One word that contained everything.

Dawn found them at the harbor earlier than their duties required, using the excuse of checking storm damage to search the area where Seonghwa had seen y/n drop something. The harbor was already bustling with morning commerce, making their task more difficult.

It was Mingi who found it, his sharp eyes spotting the small object half-buried in harbor mud near where the gangplank had rested. He retrieved it silently, wiping away the dirt before placing it in Hongjoong's palm.

Mr. Hugs stared up at them, bedraggled and missing one eye button, but unmistakable.

"She left him for us," Hongjoong realized, throat tightening. "She knew..."

The implication settled over them. Y/n had understood she was being taken away for good, and in her final moments of freedom, had left them her most precious possession—not lost in the struggle as they had assumed, but deliberately placed where they might find it.

"Why would she...?" Wooyoung began, unable to complete the question.

"So we wouldn't forget," Yunho answered, understanding immediately. "So we'd have something to remember her by."

Hongjoong clutched the muddy teddy bear, feeling something fundamentally change within him. This wasn't just a stuffed toy; it was a responsibility. A promise.

"We need somewhere safe to keep him," he said, looking around warily. If the crew discovered them with a toy, it would be taken and destroyed as childish contraband.

"I know a place," Seonghwa offered. "Behind a loose panel in the navigator's cabin. You can access it during your duties."

Before Hongjoong could respond, a shout from the ship summoned them back to work. The moment of communion with y/n's memory ended abruptly, reality reasserting itself with cruel efficiency.

Throughout that day, as they resumed their separate duties aboard the still-damaged Crimson Serpent, each boy found himself dwelling on the teddy bear and what it represented. By unspoken agreement, they gathered again that night in their corner of the hold, forming a tight circle around Hongjoong as he carefully unwrapped Mr. Hugs from the sailcloth he'd used for concealment.

The teddy bear seemed smaller somehow, more fragile without y/n's arms around it. One eye missing, stuffing leaking from a torn seam, fur matted with harbor mud—yet still recognizable as her beloved companion.

"We should clean him," Wooyoung suggested, reaching out to touch a muddy patch.

"No," Hongjoong said firmly. "Not yet. This is how she last held him. This dirt..." his voice caught slightly.

The others understood immediately. The grime wasn't just dirt; it was a final connection to y/n.

"What do we do now?" Yunho asked after a long silence.

Hongjoong looked up, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "We make a promise," he said with quiet intensity. "To Mr. Hugs. To y/n. To ourselves."

Something in his tone made them all sit straighter. This wasn't a child's game or fantasy, but something more profound.

Mingi, who spoke least but often acted most decisively, suddenly produced a small knife he'd stolen from the weapons locker. Without explanation, he drew the blade across his palm, creating a thin line of blood.

Understanding immediately, Hongjoong took the knife and did the same. One by one, each boy marked himself, then pressed their bloodied hands together around Mr. Hugs.

"We promise," Hongjoong began, voice stronger than he felt, "to survive, no matter what."

"To grow stronger," Seonghwa continued, "in body and mind."

"To learn everything we need," Wooyoung added, uncharacteristically solemn.

"To find y/n," Yunho said, tears threatening again but held back through sheer will.

"To bring her home," Mingi finished, the most words he'd spoken at once since they'd known him.

"No matter how long it takes," they said together, the synchronicity unplanned but perfect.

As they released their grip on each other, something shifted in the air between them. They were no longer just five child captives forced together by circumstance. They were brothers now, bound by an oath more meaningful than any formal ceremony.

Hongjoong carefully wrapped Mr. Hugs back in the sailcloth, handling him with the reverence of a sacred object. "I'll hide him in the navigator's cabin," he said. "But he belongs to all of us now."

"Until we can return him to y/n," Seonghwa amended.

"Until then," Hongjoong agreed.

As they separated to their sleeping spots, each carrying the weight of their new promise, none could have imagined how this night would shape the next fifteen years of their lives. They couldn't know that this simple oath, made by children with no power beyond their own determination, would transform them from captives to captains, from victims to avengers, from frightened boys to the most feared and respected crew on the seven seas.

All they knew, as they drifted toward exhausted sleep in the hold of The Crimson Serpent, was that something had fundamentally changed. The world had taken y/n from them, but in doing so, had given them a purpose beyond mere survival.

Above them, Halazia's lights glittered against the night sky. Somewhere in that sprawling port city, a little girl slept without her teddy bear for the first time in her life. And in the belly of the ship that had brought them all together, five boys began dreaming of a future none of them could yet imagine—one that began with a teddy bear and a promise.

[laseracronym]

hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol

but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!

or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)

thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄

(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!

I hope you enjoy!)

Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.

Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.

Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.

You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.

You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.

You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.

"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.

When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.

The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.

To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.

There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.

You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.

As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.

You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"

"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."

You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.

"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."

Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.

Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.

You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.

He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.

You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.

“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.

“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.

“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.

You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.

“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”

You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.

It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.

“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.

“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.

His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.

His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.

With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.

“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.

He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”

(Requests)

[renguro]

Now that S2 is almost over, I wanted to finally get out that post talking about all of the insights and things I did, learned, or other fun stuff about the countdown pieces I made. I still have something in mind for the S2 finale, so maybe if you read (or skip) to the end I'll have a preview for you?

Oh god here we go One day I was coming home from work and decided to check how many days there were until the new season released and I found it was 7 days. So I did all of these in 7 days. Literally everyone was worried about me because I did nothing but draw for those 7 days.

... Except for when I went back to work. I worked I came home and then drew until I literally couldn't anymore lmao. I remember being dazed and exhausted after the Clock Keepers and my dad came up to my room literally right as I finished and asked, "Have you gone to sleep?" And I said, "NOPE! :D" I was living on energy drinks

I'm also 90% sure this started the "ren you're doing too much you need to chill the hell out" thing with me and my friends now

When I was doing these, I had only read the first ten volumes of Hanako-kun at the time, so I was stopped right in the middle of Picture Perfect. I had the second box set, but I just hadn't gotten the time to read it since I got it for Christmas. That means I didn't know Shijima's full deal, and I didn't even know Hakubo's name, so I was winging it hard.

All of the full pieces are linked by clicking their names :)

NO.7 HANAKO

You can tell from the speedpaint I was struggling hard with the pose lmao. I honestly felt like the one I chose was a cop-out and didn't feel energetic enough, but the time crunch got me. At this point, I was also really unsure about how I wanted to treat the colors, because I'd only just started dipping into seriously studying how Aida does it. So many references. And him wearing basically all black didn't help I wanted to scream. I was TRYING to keep everything as solid colors without falling back on overlay and multiply layers, but I got desperate. Still looks pretty good I think.

My favorite part was probably the hakujoudai and the detailing on his collar/shoulders! If I were to edit anything, I think I'd put more on the bottom half of the background because it feels a touch empty. kinda killed it on this pant leg and his hat tho

NO.6 HAKUBO

Like I said, I had no idea who Hakubo was. For the first half of things, I couldn't even find his name, I was just calling him "Shinigami-sama..." I wasn't going to go trampling into spoilers just for references either, so I was freaking out on what to do for the background. All I knew was that there was something to do with lotuses or bugs, and already having an idea of where I'd take Tsuchigomori, I took the lotus route. I uh also hope I didn't make his face too feminine. I don't know why but when drawing male characters who are larger or more built (even if it didn't turn out obvious in this piece) I somehow keep making them look like butches.

Shading his hair was the most fun part out of all of this, I usually never draw characters with hair as short as his, so it was a fun challenge! I'm also just a sucker for kimonos and flowy clothes. He was probably one of the most fun ones for me, even if he was so early on. I LOVE the texture I got on the skull. (even if it's technically too small.)

NO.5 TSUCHIGOMORI

Tsuchigomori onwards ALL used this sticky note full of thumbnails I drew at work for reference. Yes that is a note next to him that says + cuntier. He was also drawn on the same day that I did Hakubo, so I managed to buy myself some extra time.

I was so excited for this one because I could see it so well in my mind's eye, until I realized how many hands I'd need to draw. And then I sucked it up and locked in because I love Tsuchigomori. I'm so pleased with how I worked in more of the blues into the shading and his hair. It was at this point that I think I was understanding how I wanted to take the colors for all of these pieces! I enjoyed doing the fun trick I learned with the weave on his sweater and the spiderwebs where I drew a thick like and then erased the middle. Nearly forgot the markings on his forehead too lmao.

I wonder whose black book he's reading?

NO.4 SHIJIMA

Oh Shijima. I truly had zero real clue about her, and I managed to dodge spoilers about Mei even when I was looking up references. That's why she's painting using her paintbrush clone haha. It's still cute though, so I'm keeping it. Her hair kept giving me trouble because it's the kind of hair you draw and don't really realize just how big you're drawing it until you have to fix it. Actually, I'm having that exact issue on what I'm working on right now, and I'll fix it after I take a break.

I dug up a comment I made while I was working on it and I still stand by this.

There's also something a little odd about the positioning of her chin that I was too exhausted to fix, and I SUPER fudged the coloring on her hair. Also I really didn't know what to put in the background OTHER than the atelier, but I can't really draw buildings! So uh! The exhaustion was beginning to set in after 3 days of this. (Since Hakubo and Tsuchigomori were done on the same day. I didn't keep that time advantage for long though.)

think i fudged it okay, though.

NO.3 MITSUBA

I was struggling on Mitsuba some because that thing where you see/read something and then forget about it only for it to arise as something you think you did happened. That pose I thumbnailed on the sticky note was WAY too close to the official Hell of Mirrors standee/art. Luckily I contain extreme Mitsuba bias (shocker) and I was able to figure it out. I had a ton of problems shading his coat just like I did with Hanako. It's so hard to keep things from melding together when you've mostly got them wearing black.

It's an odd thing to be proud about, but I feel I did the best on the.. Legs of his pants, the chains and lockets, and the eyes and teeth on his jacket. That and the ribcage scarf. I'm really disappointed in myself for the background and his hair, if I'm being honest. I wanna fix his eyes. I STILL haven't figured out his hair either too. Which makes me even more surprised that my friends said, ren, your bias is showing on this one because I was like IS IT??? ARE YOU CERTAIN?

his hand turned out nice too and did i mention i had fun on the ribcage

NO.2 YAKO

I sketched the first initial draft for Yako on the same day I drew Hakubo and Tsuchigomori, but when it finally came time to sit down and draw her? I realized there would be so much empty space where I couldn't have fun with colors and it'd just be the white back of her kimono, so I turned her around and scrapped the idea of her fox form curling around her. I couldn't fit fox Yako in, and I'm STILL kind of bummed about that.

The flow of her hair was so much fun to figure out, as well as the patterns on her kimono. I'm really happy with the background, combining the aspects of the Misaki Stairs' original version and the one after she's been removed from her seat with the spider lilies. The lilies themselves are a little fudged if you look too close, so... Don't look too close? :3

loved the kimono. every bit. can't believe i had her turned around.

NO.1 AKANE/MIRAI/KAKO

MY FAVORITE PART ABOUT THIS WAS THE COGS IN THE BACKGROUND SORRY AKANE'S FACE BOTHERS ME I NEED TO FIX IT ONE DAY HE LOOKS TOO OLD I WAS LOSING MY MIND AND THE EXHAUSTION WAS KILLING ME IT BEGAN MY HATE OF DRAWING AKANE'S HAIR BECAUSE *GESTURES VAGUELY*

Uh okay some good things to say about this one... The colors were a ton of fun to figure out how to place, and I think I at least did a good job on that part. Shading gold things is always really fun! And at least Akane's ponytail was fun to make flow, I was riding the high from Yako's hair here. I think I got a lot of that fun flowy movement in here, which I'm pleased about. This was another one that my friends say turned out the best, again that I'm ??? about.

these cogs are my everything

FINAL THOUGHTS + EXTRAS

All of the kanji's colorings for their numbers were taken directly from the anime! I don't really wanna get rid of that fun reference even if in like, Tsuchigomori's case the colors are REALLY different from the main piece.

Most of the first day was spent on, Hanako of course, and then setting up the frames for everyone else to go into. I spent money to get the patterns to go on the colored part, actually. Constraining everyone to the frames helped a LOT in terms of balancing myself and made it fun to choose what elements would stick outside of them. If I pushed for entire full backgrounds, then I would have been doing even worse.

I was on the ropes at the end. I was half dead and drawing like I was possessed. And the catharsis of it being done and it all looking acceptable just. Ough. I don't know if I'll ever have a high like that again. There's an evil, evil part of me that says, ren! redraw all of them for s3 under the exact same constraints! And shit I might but I'll complain about it. I think it's more likely though that I go back and doctor them up some so I can print them as standees. Probably just for myself, but I do want to build a stock for artist alleys.

I had so, so much fun overall even if it was so much it really could have put my already bad health in more danger. I learned so much about coloring, lineart, framing things, and I really attribute my gauntlet to the explosion in my art progress. That, and my sheer adoration for this series. Am I rambling? I just love TBHK. It's only been 5 months since I first discovered it and it's done so, so much for me.

Even if you went and scrolled through all of this nonsense, which I don't blame you for, here's a little preview of what I'm trying to finish by next week for the finale.

I can't believe we're on the final episode! It's so close now, and it keeps flooring me how little time has really passed. I'll try and push to get SOMETHING else done before then, but we'll see. I've got so much I want and have to get done.

[worldly-fluster]

Snapdragon

Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC! Reader

Part 1 of ?

*This will be Non-Canon BTW it starts with Dragon!Sylus and goes into normal Sylus*

Warnings: Blood, cussing...I think that's it lol

**non-mc but will be called MC because it's easier to write than (y/n) every time 👍**

-The Start of Something Normal-

-1st person POV- changes throughout**

Have you ever wondered if there was something...more?

Something other than going to a 9-5 and paying rent with all you earned, there must be something else.

At least I had my games right?

-

Today is weird.

Just weird.

Ever since I woke up from a weird dream, that I can't even remember, I've been randomly smelling flowers.

Checked the LADS game, flowers.

Got ready for work, flowers.

Delt with customers, flowers.

But I'm the only one smelling it?

Maybe it's the stress, I'll just have to take melatonin when I get home.

-

As I walked through the front door of my apartment, coming home after a long day at work, I was greeted by dark silence. I hate living alone...

I sighed as I placed my keys on the shelves by my door and threw my heavy jacket on top of them. I limped slightly into my living room/kitchen, my feet hurting from standing all day. When I reached the couch, my nose was assaulted by the smell of flowers once again causing me to groan.

"What the fuck... Bruh." I plopped down on the cheap leather futon with a weeze, reaching for the bottle of melatonin gummies I threw on there the other night.

Popping two into in my mouth, I grabbed the iPad next to the bottle and opened up the Love and Deepspace app.

I smiled when I saw Sylus show up immediately on the screen, my heart doing a badump as I sang quietly along to the intro.

Finally getting onto the game, I went to the daily login that I forgot to get this morning, ignoring Zayne standing there in his Panda onesie.

After completing the normal, I didn't know what to do, so I went to check the memories. Only then did I remember I never actually watched the new Dragon Sylus cards...

From what I heard about them it seemed traumatizing. But I guess if I had nothing else to do?...I'm gonna regret it aren't I.

The smell of flowers hit my nose again, even stronger than before, when I tapped the first one I saw called 'Abyssal Blossom'.

As the memory loads, the iPad glitches and shuts off. Maybe I forgot to charge it and it died? The smell of flowers is almost overwhelming, as if I'm standing in a field full of them.

I started feeling tired, so tired that I could hardly stand up so I decided to just sleep for a while on the futon. I fell asleep quickly.

-

This dream?...felt familiar...and too real.

The scent of the flowers made more sense here, the field looking familiar...oh its almost exactly like the flower field you can see in one of Sylus' Dragon cards.

What was the name of it again? Abyssal something...

Oh whatever, these flowers are nice. The scent kinda comforts me, almost like a mix of vanilla citrus? With a slight hint of herbal lavender I think... I don't know I'm bad with identifying stuff.

This dream is quite detailed though, the flowers, the dirt, the nice cool breeze and warm rays of sun on my skin...wait, what's that? Looks like something flying in the sky? A big bird maybe...it's coming closer? Oh shit, what the fuck-?!

The air was knocked out of my lungs as I was picked up and yoinked through the air.

"Are you here to try to kill me?"

I blinked up at the...man? Are we flying??

"No?"

I wheezed out my answer, it sounding more like a question in my shock as I clung onto him. The man? narrowed his eyes at me.

Are those red eyes? And horns? Why does he look like Sylus?? Wait, Dragon Sylus???

He seemed to search my face for something, his own relaxing a bit as he found what he was looking for.

"Then why are you in my territory?"

"I don't know, I just woke up here..."

"Woke up here? Who, in their right mind, would come into my territory for any reason?"

"I don't know...I just remember falling asleep at home and waking up in this field. It's beautiful by the way."

"Hm..."

"What should I call you? I'm MC."

"...Stayrus*" (Something that sounds similar lol)

"...How about Sylus?"

"Do what you want. It'll be up to me whether I answer or not."

"So...where are you taking me?"

"To my home, where I will be keeping an eye on you."

"Oh okay."

"Don't get any ideas human. I'm bored and I have been waiting for something interesting."

"I mean, I figured. No one just goes out and picks up a random stranger without being a little bored."

He grunts as he continues flying through the sky.

He brought me to a cave opening at the top of a deep canyon, he sat me down and lightly pushed me inside.

"You will be staying here until I say so."

"Alrighty. Any rules?"

"No...you are oddly okay with this."

"Well," I shrug, "it's either this or fend for myself in an unfamiliar place outside."

-

"Sylus?"

"..."

"Um...Stayraytus??"

"That was terrible."

"Sorry..."

"..." He sighs, "What is it?"

"So...I have zero survival skills...can you teach me how to survive here? Please?"

"...child."

"Yes...sorry."

-

It's been about a week since Sylus, yes he started answering to it, let me stay in his 'home'. He started teaching me some survival things, like how to find food, telling me to ask him first if the thing is edible. Other than that, it was...boring.

In my boredom, while Sylus lay on the cool cave floor surrounded by gold, I started stretching.

Touching my toes, bending to the side, balancing on one foot like a flamingo...you name it, I was trying to do it.

I was in the downward dog position when Sylus spoke.

"What are you doing?"

"...yoga?"

"...yugo."

"Pffft-" I couldn't help but laugh a bit, "it's Yo-gah."

"...why are you doing whatever that's called?"

"It's so my body doesn't get stiff."

"...how old are you?"

"23."

"..."

"...Don't you dare say it."

Sylus grunted as he went back to messing with his golden lamp thing.

After a bit of silence he spoke.

"I'm 27."

I looked up at him in a little surprise.

"Really? You look my age honestly."

"hm."

-

We were sitting by the entrance of the cave, watching the sunset, when Sylus broke the silence.

"Your hair..."

"What's wrong with my hair? Is there knots? I swear I got them all out earlier..."

"No, it's just different."

"What do you mean?"

"everyone I've ever seen had lighter hair...yours is darker. It's...pretty."

My face felt hot as I turned away from him.

"Oh, thank you...no one's said that about me before."

"Why not?"

I shrug.

"I'm sure that you get called pretty, beautiful, every time someone sees you, I mean, you're pretty attractive...I'm going to shut up now..."

There was a bit of silence until he spoke, looking over my face.

"No one has ever called me any of those things before..."

"Oh...well I still think you are. Those people are just blind."

"...Thank you."

I smile at him.

"Any time."

A comfortable silence settled over us but I couldn't take my eyes off of him if I tried. His hair looked so soft and fluffy...

"Hey Sylus?"

"Hm?"

"Can I...touch your hair?"

He looked questioningly at me, one of his brows raised.

"Why?"

"It looks so soft, but you don't need to say yes. I was just curious."

Sylus looked to the side, seeming to think for a moment before he looked down with a small smile, giving a small nod before he lay stretched out and placed his head on my lap, careful of his horns.

I let out an excited hum as I carefully ran my fingers through his hair, my nails slightly scratching his scalp. He grunted, not really used to this type of contact but...he thinks he can get used to this.

Sylus closed his eyes as he felt your hands work their way through his hair, around the base of his horns gently and lightly rubbing behind them in the hard to reach places. His chest felt warm, his heart fluttering as all he could think about were your hands, the warmth of your thighs...

He could definitely get used to this.

-

It seemed winter was fast approaching as the cave seemed to get colder, frost covering the edges of the entrance. I sat snuggled into Sylus' side.

"...What are you doing?"

"It's cold, it's called cuddling for warmth."

"... do as you wish."

His tail gently curled around us, pushing me just a bit closer.

"...it is getting colder out. We'll have to get you something warmer."

"Ah, don't worry about it. You're warm enough so I'll just have to stay right here."

Sylus grunted, his tail wrapping just a bit tighter. Just enough for me to notice.

-

The next day, Sylus was gone for a little while. I had to stay warm by my own makeshift fire, the dry sticks that were just by the edge of the cave entrance being my fuel.

While I waited for Sylus to get back I watched as the smoke went up through a small hole in the ceiling of the cave, wondering, how long have I been here? Where he could have gone? ...how much longer will I be allowed to stay?

After just a few more minutes, I heard the sound of his powerful wings as he landed at the entrance. He was holding a big bundle of... something.

He walked over to me and just, dumped what he was holding onto my head.

"Mph?!"

"This should work."

His tail moved the pile of burning sticks to the side before I could accidentally fall onto it with his gift still suffocating me.

Seeing me still struggling with it, he chuckled and plucked one blanket off my head letting me poke my head out of the pile.

"Guh! Why you do this?"

"English Sweetie."

"What is this?"

"Blankets, for warmth."

"...Thank you Sylus."

"Hm. Now scooch over, I'm cold."

"You're literally a walking furnace?"

"... I'm cold."

"Just say you wanna cuddle."

"...cuddle me."

-

As winter gave way to spring, the flowers started blooming again. The change in temperature seemed to make Sylus stir crazy.

I let out a squeal as his thick tail wrapped around my waist and pulled me along.

"Sylus! No!"

"Sylus yes."

"No!"

"Do you want to see the flowers or not?"

"...fine. But if you drop me, I will haunt you."

-

After a short flight, Sylus landed at the field of flowers he found me in. I looked around, having not had the chance to fully look around before being whisked away, when I saw something that made me gasp.

"Oh! Look, there are Snapdragon's!"

I moved towards them, Sylus staying close to my side.

"What? There aren't any other dragons here."

"No not actual dragons, Sy, they're a type of flower."

I move so he could see it better.

"This is a snapdragon!"

"That looks nothing like a dragon."

"It kinda does, see? This is it's eyes, nose, horns, and this!"

I push the sides of the flower together, making a small opening into the flower.

"Is it's mouth! Cool right?"

"... dragons don't open their mouth just because you touch their cheeks."

"These ones do. Try it! It's fun."

"Fine."

I watched as he moved his claws around the flower, actively trying not to damage it, but failing.

"Sylus you have to be gentle." I giggle as he accidentally crushes the flower between his claws.

"Here, use the pads of your fingers instead."

I hold his hands as I help him gently open the Snapdragon's mouth. His breath seemed to stutter as he let me guide his hands.

"There, you did it!"

"Hmm..."

In a small burst of confidence, I giggle and lift my hands to his face where I gently press on his cheeks.

"Good job!"

His eyes widen slightly and out of reflex, or shock, his mouth slightly opens.

"You know, you're my big Snapdragon."

-

After we made our way back to the cave, I had a thought.

"What if I end up going back some day?"

"Back where?"

"My home, like how I woke up here, will I one day wake up back home?"

Sylus seemed to stiffen a bit as he looked towards me, eyes searching my face.

"...do you want to go back home."

"I don't know, some days I miss home but most days I forget."

"I understand...what if you never go back?"

"Then I hope you'll let me stay?"

"I'll be here."

There is a long comfortable silence as we watch the sunset from the mouth of the cave once again. I took in a big breath of the freshest air I'll ever have and enjoy the moment.

"Sylus? Can you promise me something?"

"What is it?"

"If I do end up leaving somehow, I want you to find things that make you happy, not just surviving but living."

His tail flicks a bit behind us.

"...fine, as long as you promise the same."

-

A few days later we were at the flower field once again.

The sun set and we continued to sit amongst the flowers after a long day of lazing around. The stars slowly came out one by one.

While I watched the stars it reminded me of a song that gets stuck in my head.

"You and I stargazing...intertwining souls..."

I quietly sang, trying not to disturb the quiet night.

While I looked at the stars and the moon that hung beautifully, Sylus looked my way with a slightly raised brow, curious.

"What's that?

He whispered his question, his rough voice surprisingly soft.

I gave a small hum, still looking at the night sky.

"it's a song from my home... sitting here under the stars reminded me of it."

"Hm..."

"You know...the moon is very beautiful tonight."

"...yeah, it is."

He couldn't seem to look away from you, watching the moon and stars that reflected in your eyes.

-

I heard birds chirping as I slowly woke up from a comfortable sleep, feeling warm. I could smell flowers still. I tried to turn but a weight on my side stopped me.

I heard a deep grunt as the weight tightened around me and pulled me closer. A second weight being added onto my legs, seeming to curl around and in between them.

I groggily opened my eyes to be met with a familiar shiny red jewel, just barely grazing my nose. I moved my hands up from their place by my stomach up to the jewel. I leaned my face into the jewel and snuggled closer.

I could feel a soft rumbling coming from the dragon I was cuddled to, having realized it was him from the warmth he gave me.

"It seems we fell asleep..."

His voice was deep from sleep, his clawed hands pulling me closer. The scent of flowers being drowned out by his smell. Scent like a bonfire and leather.

"We're still in the field?"

"Yeah...I didn't want to wake you."

I felt his warm breath on the top of my head, taking in my own scent.

He...he's definitely used to this. He never wants to let you go. You gave him a warmth he thought he would never receive, showed him care and treated him not as the monster everyone screams he is. With you, he's not a Fiend. He's Sylus, your Snapdragon.

-**

It was only a few moments...

That's all it took.

One second, you both were walking through the field towards home when there was a sharp sound. Sylus reacted almost immediately, dodging the claymore that sliced into the dirt where he was just seconds ago.

He barely let out a breathe before the assailant attacked again. He dodged once more before he heard.

"Sylus! Help!"

His head snapped towards the direction of your voice. What he saw made his blood boil. You were being pinned to the ground by a big burly, ugly, man.

"I got you!"

In his moment of distraction, the one attacking him hit him with something like magic. Golden chains wrapped around him, pinning him down. He heard a laugh as a woman walked into his sight, she was a sorceress and she had an overconfident smirk on her face.

"Time to face your fate, Fiend!" She laughed out, "honestly, I thought you were stronger than that. How disappointing."

"Fate?! What fate?!"

Sylus heard you struggling, making him start to struggle as well so he can get you out of here.

"Now now," the sorceress tutted towards him, then turned towards you, "His fate is to die by my claymore. Simple."

"That's his fate?! Bullshit!"

"You can't change fate-"

"Like fuck I will!"

You cut her off, just as you knocked the large man off of you with a quick kick to the groin. When you were free you threw yourself between her and Sylus.

"Just watch me."

You smirked as you watched her eyes widen and she took a step back.

"MC! No!"

Sylus struggled with the golden chains of magic holding him down.

"Don't worry Snapdragon...I got this."

"Stop! This is not-"

"Too late, already did."

-**

I grunt as the claymore goes through my chest, I can feel the intense pain for only a moment before it seems to disappear. The claymore is lodged in my chest, a ringing going through my ears. Sylus' eyes widen as it feels all the air is taken from his lungs when he sees the end of the claymore exit your back.

"MC!"

"Hahaha! Now what are you going to do Fiend?!"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!"

I heard a growl and the sound of something breaking but my mind goes a little fuzzy as a fight rages on, roars of anger and grunts reach my ears along with the sounds of a blade and claws. I could faintly hear the sound of tearing flesh.

All I could do was stare at the claymore still embedded in my chest, my hands too shaky and weak to pull it.

For a moment I thought the last things I would hear was the fight until-

"MC-"

Sylus slides over to me, his bloodied claws gently holding me. His wounds are already healing over as his panicked eyes look me over.

"MC, she's gone, you don't have to worry now. I got you."

"Sy..."

"Shit..." His voice grew hoarse, his eyes and hands shaking slightly as he tried to figure out a way to help. He seemed to find an idea as his brow set in determination.

"We need to resonate, my healing could help you but we need to resonate, now."

I nod slightly and he grabs my hand gently with one of his as his other gently tries to remove the claymore. I could feel his claws shake a little as he closed his eyes but I didn't want to close my eyes yet. I didn't want it to be the last time I did, so I watched as his power and a power I didn't know I had, connected. When I concentrate I can feel his anger, his fear, and something else I couldn't place. I watched as the claymore fell out of sight, his now free hand coming up to cup my face.

He leaned closer, our foreheads lightly touching.

I could almost feel my flesh mend, but the pain was numb to me as I kept my eyes on his face. I saw his brows furrow, his lips thin in what looks like pain-our shared pain, his eyes stayed closed in concentration.

After a moment more, I felt complete. I let out a sigh as the resonation slowly disappeared, my eyes fluttering closed a moment before I fixed them onto him. I watched as his eyes slowly opened, his nose grazing mine as his eyes locked on mine.

"You aren't going anywhere. Not without me. We live together and we die together. Only you can kill me, and I you."

There is a slight glow to his eyes and the gem in his chest as he stares into my eyes, into my soul.

"Sylus-"

"You're stuck with me. Who else will teach me about your home?"

I shake my head with a giggle.

"What would I do without my Snapdragon?"

"Hm..."

"I'd probably die."

He glared at me for even joking about it, his hand gripping mine a little harder. The hand on my cheek pressed against me, forcing my forehead to press onto his a little more.

"Even if I wasn't here, I would do everything to make sure you stay by me."

"That doesn't even make sense." I laugh.

"You know what I mean." He smiles as you bring a hand to his face, rubbing your thumb of his cheek to get some dirt off. He leaned into your touch, his eyes full of warmth as he continued to stare into your eyes.

After a moment I pull away and stand, Sylus standing as well. I look around at the now destroyed field, a pang of sadness hits my heart...

As both of us take in the aftermath, an oddly familiar scent hits my nose...when suddenly my body starts to glow slightly.

"Wait, Sylus what's happening?"

"I don't know, come here."

This feeling I get from the soft glow feels familiar...my eyes widen when I realize, the smell...

"Sylus!"

"MC?!"

We reach out to each other but the moment his clawed hand touches my hand, a bright light shines and I'm gone.

-**

Nothing is left of her as the light completely disappates

"MC?!"

Sylus turns this way and that, wanting- needing to see just a glimpse of her. His tail whipping around wildly as he floats around in a panic, clawed hands reaching for something, anything.

"MC!...Where..."

Sylus stops for a moment, slowly landing on the cold ground beneath him before collapsing to his knees.

He throws his head back as he lets out the most broken yell that could be heard for miles.

He looked to the side when he ran out of breath, his chest heaving as he let out a whimper. He saw that claymore, laying coldly on the dirt. Your blood still covered it, your scent still on it...

A few tears fell from his eyes as he reached out and gripped the handle. He pulled it towards him, curling around it slightly on the ground.

He lay there for what felt like forever to him, in the very flower field he met you...the flowers mostly crushed by the ambush of the sorceress that was sent to kill him with this very claymore.

When he finally had the energy to move, he went back to your shared cave, claymore in hand. Seeing the entrance made his flight stutter, knowing you won't be there to welcome him home...

He landed at the opening, he stepped heavily inside.

He saw your pile of blankets, the small fire pit you built, the little trinkets you collected from his horde that he let you have...

He stabbed the claymore into his old sleeping place then made his way towards the small stream that runs through the edge of the cave. He used the water from the steam to clean the blood off of him, yours, his, that damned sorceress...

After he was cleaned and dried off with the cloth you used to use, he made his way to your pile of blankets.

Sylus collapsed into them, burying himself in your scent, a wine leaving his throat as he held tightly onto what was left of you.

The dragon is lost without his master...

[pomrania]

Smaugust: "glow"

For Smaugust I am drawing cats as dragons. If you want me to draw your cat as a dragon, reblog this post with a photo of your cat, as well as the cat's name included in the body of the post. Read below the cut for full details; it's the same as in previous years.

This particular post is accepting requests so long as it's still 22 August 2024 somewhere in the world. If it's no longer that date, check my blog to see if there's a current post.

One request per person per day, and only one cat per request. It is acceptable, and even encouraged, to make a request for every day of Smaugust.

Cats will be dragonified in accordance with the theme for the day, given in the post's title. I'm using the prompts from @pencilcat's list, although not necessarily in the given order.

Non-cats are allowed so long as you provide reasons why the animal in question is actually totally a cat.

Check the date given at the top of the post, to see if requests are open for it. Unless it's literally impossible, I'll be drawing and then posting every valid request I've received; however, sometimes that gets done once requests are closed for a post. So just because I reblog this post and add art to it, that doesn't necessarily mean it's okay to make your own request (doesn't necessarily mean that it's not okay, either).

One thing that's changed from last year: there won't be a post for every day in August. I'll be deciding each day whether I feel up to making a new post (and thus taking requests) at the moment, or if I need to work on the requests I still have, or take a rest. Since I can't guarantee that requests will be open for any given day, if you know ahead of time that you're not going to be available on certain days but you'd still like to see your cat drawn as a dragon, get in touch with me ahead of time, because I'd hate for anyone to have to miss out.

The deadline for requests on a particular post is "when it's no longer that day anywhere in the world". This is because I hate fiddling with time zones. If you're in the Americas, this means anywhere from a couple to a bunch of hours past midnight, depending on where you live; in Europe, it's longer than that; for the rest of the world, listen I don't actually know where the international date line is (if that's what it's called) and I don't care enough to look it up. In practice, the deadline is "whenever I get online the next day", unless I'm sufficiently annoyed or particular that I'll actually check the date stamps.

I'd prefer for you to only give me one picture per request that you want drawn as a dragon, because then I don't have to choose. However, it's perfectly okay to include extra photos if you just want to show off your cat; I'd just ask that if there's more than two of them, that you put them under a cut so they won't take up too much room on anyone's dash.

[dreadlock-detective]

Hyrule Hulligans Harrass Dilf Dining Establishment

I'm playing around with figuring out tweaks to my cartoony art style for a project I'm working on and decided to test it out more by trying it on these four doofuses. I have to say, I'm really proud of how it came out. Look at how it came out! Look at the shape of Yunobo's doofy head!

That said, I need to actually go back and beat Tears of the Kingdom some time. Sadly I've heard that the Ganondorf Diner shenanigans have been patched out? Not that I'd end up doing that anyway but damn was that funny!

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Since this post will likely have more reach than most, I want to keep testing out this style on more characters and to that end I'd like to announce a limited time special for December 2-10th 2023!

More info (and a few drawings I haven't posted) under the cut!

STYLE COMMISSION INFO

So yeah I want to practice this style and other folks always seem to have neat ideas I wouldn't think of and I'm trying to raise some money to help send my wife on a trip next summer! Let's make cool stuff happen!

Details:

Please email zeratanus AT gmail DOT com with the subject Style Commission

Cost is $25 USD, paid upfront via paypal. I'll send an invoice out for you once we've agreed on the commission

1 full body character, colored and cell shaded, no background

Please provide an image reference of the character, preferably in color and full body

Either OCs or Fanart is fine

Safe for Work Only

Unlike my usual commissions, these are supposed to be quick so no approval process. Once the commission is confirmed I'll get to work and post the finished product here on Tumblr when it's done

if you want to be tagged when its posted, please include your tumblr username in the email. Sometimes Tumblr refuses to tag certain accounts so I can't promise this hellsite will work but I'll certainly try!

I'm down to hear a bit about the the character's personality and try to incorporate that but the pose itself is up to me.

I think that's everything! If that sounds good to you, drop me a line!

Guess I'll end off with a few more unposted test images for the project this is actually for!

[ri-writes-if]

Chapter 2 is released

LINK

It's here! Around 60K for the whole update, with an average of ~12K words for one playthrough.

I recommend replaying from the start because I edited a couple of variables in the first chapter and something could break if you use a save.

In this chapter

You call tell (or not) the demon of your choice about your curious vision from the first chapter.

Learn what the characters do for fun and have a small discussion about it.

Find new useful information about making most of your abilities and start training with some side help.

Visit the Abyss! Such a great experience.

First romantic choice. It's a light one, but it's a start 💛

Get princess carried if you want.

This chapter introduces the first “pushing away” choices. They will be counted and will affect how the characters react to some things you do or will add some flavor text now and then. These choices won’t lock you from the friendly/romantic routes. However, they do have some other side effects… At least in this chapter.

Small changes

Added ages to the characters’ profiles, including the MC.

Added the option to customize the characters’ gender.

Balanced the characters’ gender in the “both genders” option.

Updated the Codex with a bit more lore information.

I hope you enjoy this update! If you do, I would love to hear your thoughts on it 💛

A bit of commentary on the "pushing away" choices and next plans under the line.

For the “pushing away” choice in this particular chapter, you will have a choice to apologize or change your mind about it in the next couple of chapters (tentatively) and speak about it with the affected character. I’m still on the fence whether it’ll decrease the overall “pushing” counter or not; I’ll probably decide that when I write these scenes.

This is an experimental feature (that I could delete or change at some point), but I hope I make it work in the story because I think it's a nice idea that negative choices won’t just decrease “relationship points” but also will be remembered by the characters and affect how they view some things you do or say or how they act around you the more you push them away. Especially if you want to smooch them at some point when you were cold to them just recently or for a while, lol.

It’s not perfect, but I’m satisfied with the chapter for now. It feels like I’ve been working on it a bit too long, and after rereading 10+ times to edit it, I’ve grown blind to weak places in it (and also kind of tired of it). I need to let it rest for a bit before returning to hone it, but I’ll probably do it only in the future when I have more chapters written or even after I finish the story since I want to keep moving forward and not stall in one place.

I'll continue planning details for the next chapter and then start drafting it. I've already thought of interesting things to include that could be very fun to write (and to read, hopefully, considering the main topic for the chapter is full of potential 🤭). I'm very excited to work on it, especially since I'm almost done with building the foundations in the story and soon will be able to get to the juicy parts of the plot. And there are also personal side stories of the cast, which will be starting in the next ~two chapters. Can’t wait to get to those too.

[landorris4]

── ☆ streams and kids

☆ Lando Norris is a formula one driver, game streamer, CEO and very charismatic, but now he is also a stepfather and boyfriend, and people are still getting used to these two new titles. Even he is.

warnings: mom!reader words count: 2k

Narrator's POV

Lando's stream was going very well today, he had been playing and chatting on the Twitch platform for approximately an hour, he had left his girlfriend, Amanda, sleeping in his bed, and he was without his headphones so that he could hear in case Lella woke up on the baby monitor , which he brought with him to the games room.

At the moment, he was tired of playing so he was just relaxing in his chair looking at the chat and answering questions. It was the first time he was streaming since Amanda and Lella moved into his house, so there were a lot of people on live.

── How is your summer vacation? ─ he reads ─ Very good! We are planning to travel next week, that's why I'm doing live today so early, we'll sort out some details later and during the week I won't have time for that. Amanda is excited.

Lando was always smiling, but his smile grew when he talked about his girlfriend.

After a few minutes responding to comments, Lando hears a grumble coming from the baby monitor and immediately becomes alert.

── I'll be right back! ─ he announces, looking at the camera and changing his microphone.

As soon as he arrives in the hallway, he hears a noise coming from the baby monitor and realizes it is something like crying, making him run to Lella's room.

── Good morning, little one!

The girl is scared when Lando enters, she thought it was her mother knocking on the door. She curls up in shame under the blankets, she didn't want Lando to see her cry.

── Hey, don't hide from me, sweetheart. Tell me what happened, why are you crying? ─ he says calmly, approaching the youngest girl's bed and kneeling on the floor towards her.

Lella withdraws a little more and then finally looks at Lando, he notices her eyes are still full of water and offers her a hug, who soon leaves her blankets and runs to receive the older man's arms.

Lando created a great bond with his stepdaughter, especially because he knew Amanda since before she was pregnant, helped the girl with the name and had sporadical contact with her and the child before the two got into a relationship.

The driver met Amanda in the paddock, the photographer was working at the Interlagos GP and Lando fell in love with her. Unfortunately, she told him that she was dating, however Lando wanted to give a new friendship a chance. The following year, they met again, this time at the first race of the year, she told him that she had been hired by Aston Martin and now she would see him every day, she also told him that she had separated because her boyfriend did not want to maintain a relationship at distance. He thought her boyfriend was an asshole, she laughed at his displeasure.

A month and a half later, she discovered she was pregnant, Lando caught her crying in the paddock bathroom and calmed her down, telling her everything would be fine. He was also there when the girl told her boss about the pregnancy and asked permission to travel briefly to Brazil and break the news to the child's father, who was given away. Lando was also around when Amanda told her ex about the pregnancy and saw the boy get angry and raise his voice at her. He took her out of there and consoled her, they became best friends ever since.

He didn't accompany her during the appointments because Amanda's younger sister insisted on doing so, but she always sent her messages asking about the baby and her. Amanda liked him. She had to take a leave of absence at 7 months in because she couldn't travel by plane so she ended up losing contact with him, she knew the boy's life was busy so she didn't worry when he didn't send her a message.

She decided to name her daughter Lella, in honor of the only woman to score points in formula 1, Lella Lombardi, it was Lando's idea and he was very happy when he met the baby and Amanda told him about the name, she would never forget it his smile upon learning this information.

When Lella turned 6 months old she went back to work, the baby traveled with her and her younger sister took care of her, Amanda got closer to Lando again. When Lella turned 2 he finally got the courage and asked her out, they started dating the following month, and now, after a year of relationship, they live together. Some said it was hasty, Lando and Amanda say it was at the right time. They had known and liked each other for years, it was time to take a risky step.

── Piccolina¹, don’t cry, Uncle Lando hates seeing you like this. Tell me what happened and then I can help you ─ Lando asks, desperate. He felt distressed seeing the girl cry.

── I had a really bad dream that you abandoned me and my mom at the mall ─ the 3-year-old girl says, holding back tears. Lando moves away from the grip of the little girl's arms to look into her eyes.

── That’s impossible to happen, Lella. Do you know why? ─ the girl denies it, rubbing her eyes and wiping her tears with a pout that was very cute. ─ Because I love you and your mother very much. I will never abandon either of them! It was just a nightmare, okay? ── the girl nods and smiles, giving him another hug.

Lando smiles and picks her up by surprise, making the girl let out a delightful childish laugh as he throws her in the air and holds her again.

── Are you hungry? ─ the girl denies it and hides her face in his neck. ─ I'm doing live and playing now, do you want to stay with me in the games room? ─ she nods, without letting go.

Lando noticed that she was a little more in need of his attention so he didn't want to let her go at any point. In fact, he loved knowing that at that moment he was being a safe haven for the little girl he loved so much and cared for with so much affection and respect.

Before even unmuting the microphone, Lando saw the chat explode with comments. People freaking out over the cuteness all over the world made him smile.

── Hi guys, I'm back! This young lady here woke up and I went to check, right Lella? ── the little girl just nods her head and hides from the camera in shame.

── Alright, let's continue with the questions, you can send them! ─ the little girl adjusts herself on her stepfather's lap and starts playing with his hair, loving to play with the older man's curls. ─ Lots of questions about Lella and Amanda, I don’t think they love me anymore! See this, Piccolina? People love you more than me! ─ he says with an indignant tone, making the girl let out a laugh that makes him smile widely.

His smile was big when it came to Amanda, but it was huge when it came to Lella.

── They're telling me to play again, how about we play together Lella? Let's show them how good you are at fire and water!

And then they played together for thirty minutes, until Amanda came to call them both to eat. He turned off the live stream and left with Lella on his back, the little girl laughing.

── Good morning loves of my life, I see you are excited today! ─ Amanda says smiling, earning a kiss from Lando and an "eeewww" from Lella, which made her laugh along with her boyfriend.

── We are very excited because we are on vacation! ─ Lando says and Lella agrees, already sitting in her chair, Lando placed her there and picked up the plate with berries that were her breakfast.

── And what did you do today?

── Mommy, I had a really bad dream and Daddy helped me, then we went to the games room and he talked to the people and then we played the fire game and then we laughed a lot because Daddy is really bad ... ─ she continued chattering while eating.

──Lando? ─ Amanda looks tensely at the boy, who looks at Lella with watery eyes.

── Dad... Baby, tell me I heard it right. Did she call me Daddy? ─ Lando looks hopefully at his girlfriend, who agrees with her eyes full of tears. ─ I'm her daddy! I am! ─ He gives her a tight hug and starts crying, taking her with him.

── Daddy! Mommy! Why are you crying? ─ the girl looks at them confused.

── I'm your daddy! ─ Lando says and picks her up, the child doesn't understand anything but hugs him around the neck.

── Dad... you didn't like it? I thought..

── I loved it! I'm your daddy now! I love you Lella!

── I love you too, daddy ─ she gives him a kiss on the cheek and wipes away the older man's tears.

(...)

── How was the trip? It was great! We went to Italy with my brother, my sister-in-law and my niece. Lella and Milla played a lot together, we went to the beach, to the tourist attractions, Savannah and Amanda ventured into the stores, it was incredible!

Lando was once again doing live, this time in the afternoon, as soon as he finished lunch he told his now fiancée that he was going to chat a little on twitch and that if needed he would be in the games room.

── What are your expectations for returning from vacation? High, but I have to keep my feet on the ground, Mclaren made some improvements to the car so next week I will finally see how the car is, I hope that with this we will return to the top of the points table.

── Daddy! Daddy! Look at my outfit! ─ Lella appears running.

── Be careful not to fall. You look beautiful, Piccolina! Did your mother make this bun? It's beautiful, just like you. ─ he says, turning to her and keeping his back to the camera, he had even forgotten about it at that moment.

── Mom made the bun so I could dance ballet! Today is the first day, can you take me with mom?

Amanda, who was at the door watching the interaction with a big smile, interrupts Lando's response.

── Baby, dad is streaming, he can’t come with us...

── Of course I can! Give me five minutes to change my clothes and say goodbye to the guys, okay? Daddy will take you on the first day! ─ he kisses the girl on the cheek, who smiles big and leaves the room.

─ You don't need to.

── But I want to. I'm her father now!

── You'll do anything if she calls you daddy first, right? ─ Amanda says laughing.

── Everything she asks and wants. I'm surrendered by that mini woman, Amanda, forgive me. ─ he says and Amanda laughs, leaves a kiss on his lips and leaves the room so that the groom can turn off the live stream.

When Lando returns to the computer, he realizes that he didn't turn off the microphone so the entire chat is exploding with love for the scene they witnessed. Flushed, Lando says:

── I don't need to explain, apparently I forgot to turn off the microphone. Well, I have to go, Lella needs a chauffeur. Bye guys, I love you! 'Till the next!

Lando took Lella to the classroom, watched her from afar with pride in his eyes and smiled even more when he told her he was taking her to the ice cream shop, Amanda watched the two with love overflowing in her eyes and smile. She had everything she needed right there in front of her.

¹"Piccolina" means "little one" in Italian.

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

Drama Queen (Eris Week day 4) [Hounds]

Eris x Reader

Summary: You and Eris walk the hounds through the morning autumn sun

cw: nothing, except my attempt at sweet fluff and Eris being cheeky

This is the first tumblr week I've participated in. Of course it's for Daddy Vanserra, The Lord of Fire himself. Thank you @erisweekofficial ❤️‍🔥 🖤

Warm Autumn morning sunlight freckles your eyelids. Peppering solar kisses though the forest green curtains. Peeking open one eye, you're graced with the tall stoic form of your mate. Your husband, getting ready for his day. Most likey another day or long meetings, getting off on other high lords irritation, and political foreplay. Eris's bread and butter.

Lila, the hound Eris gifted you for your birthday, jumps onto the bed wagging her tail. This was the daily routine. Eris wakes up early, takes the hounds for a walk, does courtly matters, and would join you for the evening walk.

But right now, it was almost as if Helion himself was teasing your mate. Through crusted eyes, you feel nothing short of adoration as the High Lord of Day sprinkles orange rays across Eris's irridencent skin, enhancing his splattered brown flecks. The morning light engulfs him, mixing with his rich copper strands, casting him into an etherial vision of flame. The High Lord of Autumn. The High Lord of Fire. Eris Vanserra. Your mate.

Eris slides on his riding pants, squeezing his muscular legs into the tight fabric. Still shirtless, still glowing. "Come back to bed" your morning words rasping out of your mouth.

"I have to take the dogs out Princess. I'll be back before you know it." Kissing the top of your bedhead, Eris leaves. Maple burbon, nutmeg, and pumpkin linger in the distance he created between you.

You must have dozed off encased in your husbands scent. The smell of warm cinnamon and bacon taking it's place.

Rubbing your eyes, you assess the picture before you. Same orange lighting, Eris is the same riding pants and tunic... very different from his High Lord garb. Still ever as beautiful and full of detail.

"You could make a trash bag the next biggest trend."

Clutching at his chest, feigning pain, "I thought these pants made my legs look good."

Tossing a pillow towards him you laugh, "you're so dramatic"

"Say's the one who just threw a pillow at her loving, handsome, powerful, strong, big, thick-"

"Eris!" smacking his arm but careful not to spill any of the food or juice as he places the tray over your lap. "What time is it?"

Whatever he said was drowned out by the decidant hug of sugary cinnamon pancakes, covered in maple syrup, fresh fruit, and fresh whipped cream. A unabashful moan slipped past your ears, "Chef put a little extra soul into the flavors today. Remind me to thank him."

A sly grin slid onto Eris's lips, accompanied with his signature chuckle, "Chef didn't make it little fox." Sitting down on his side of the bed, he grabs a slice of bacon off the plate. "I did"

"Er!" Looking over to your handsome mate, long, layered, blazing hair cascading over his shoulders and chest like an angel. "See you can be nice" you wink as you take another bite.

Hand to his heart "You wound me my love. I've only ever been kind while I tease you daily."

"And you're usually a good boy, taking what I give you"

"I.. you got me there Princess." Kissing your cheeks, Eris gets off the bed and heads towards your closet. Pulling a pair of riding pants and a tunic he lays them on the edge of the bed. "When you're done eating you should come walk the hounds with me. Autumn is beautiful in the morning light. It would be even more beautiful with my light there beside me"

"Dont you have meetings to attend Mr High Lord?"

"Not today. I know I've been working a lot and I wanted to take time to be with my needy mate-" walking over to the full length mirror, Eris starts admiring himself, making insignificant adjustments to his hair and clothes. As if he could ever look bad. "But I can't blame you. Look at me. Even if I didn't have flames coursing through my veins I'd still be a fire hazard."

"So dramatic"

You've always loved autumn. An array of warm colors fill the trees. The scent of campfires and cinnamon. The sound of crunching leaves. If it wasn't for Eris you may have tried to wed the autumnal season itself.

Being the night owl you were, it wasn't often you got the see the court in the glory of the morning light. But dang it, Eris was right. There was just something extra magical in the way the gold and browns woke up. Almost like a glitter shaking awake all life.

Lila ran ahead to chase a couple of the puppies. You loved days like this. Picking up a good stick you throw it across the field for a few of the older hounds to run after. Dew covered leaves crinkle under their paws. A symphony of joyous barks flood the early autumn air.

"They love you, you know"

"Of course they do. I'm the one who feeds them while you ignore your children for meetings." Teasing him and you throw the stick again. This time gaining the attention of a couple of the smaller puppies.

"They're protective over you. Especially Hunt, and he tolerates me at best." On cue, and like the good hunting hound he is, Hunt srides over in long luxurious prances. Ever as dramatic as his father.

"Maybe that's because you two are too similar." You bend over to give the good boy ear rubs. Relaxing the pack leader into your touch. He licks your hands a few times, which you return with a boop to his nose. He may be a well trained hunting hound, but he will always be a puppy at heart.

"As if you're any different"

The sun in your face, sparkling across your skin, eyes twinkling... How could he not fall in love all over again.

From the moment you two met you had Eris captivated. Someone who can match his heat, spark his flame, humble him. It was you who made him a better male. Who gave him the hope needed to restore the court and be the male his father could never be. The male his father tried brutally for centries to beat out of him. You were his angel, his princess, his saving grace- and he would burn the world for you. Strutting though his inferno runway.

Walking over to where you'd found leasure under a shaded maple tree, "You're so beautiful my love"

"You're love keeps me young." With a smirk, you pull him down to the ground. Tackling him into a pile of crimson and deep yellow leaves.

"You're getting leaves in my hair!" The High Lord of Autumn complaining about his nature coating him- ironic.

"Drama Queen."

"I'm a KING!" Puffing his chest out like a child.

"How long have you been practicing that line drama KING?"

"I will not allow myself to be subjected to such ill treatment of your Lord."

"Yet if you insist on being the King of Drama, that would make me YOUR Queen, sir."

"Touche, my love. I'll give you this round."

"What's my prize for outsassing the Sass Lord?"

"You want a prize? I thought I was prize enough-" Pulling you into his chest, Eris lips find your ear. Leaving little love bites down the length  of your neck, "I can think of a few rewards."

"Mmm...I love you drama queen." Turning your head to crash your lips to his. Tasting his cinnamon breath against your tongue.

"You're a pain in my ass too little fox."

"Oh I can show you a pain in your ass...... where did I put that strap?"

[hellsquills]

Some timeline details for the Drafted AU

Drafted AU: a Gravity Falls AU in which Stan didn't break the perpetual motion machine and, instead of kicking him out, Filbrick sent him to Vietnam. Stan runs away. You can read more in this post.

The canon timeline would look something like this:

1969: Stan doesn't break the perpetual motion machine.

He's very sad and frustrated about his brother leaving. Instead of breaking into the school, they have a heated argument in the swings, in which Stan and Ford scream at each other until their true worries come to light: Stan is scared of his brother not having a good enough reason to come back home, and Ford is scared of not being up to their parents' (Filbrick) standards and forever being “the freak”. They talk it out as best as two 17-year-olds can, and they end up hugging and crying. They promise to always stick together, no matter what. They go home with a bond stronger than ever.

Ford leaves for uni in September.

1972: Stan is drafted.

It's been three years since Stanford left. Every once in a while, at least once a week, he calls home to catch up. He's drowning in work and classes, but he's as happy as he's ever been.

Stan is... managing. He picks up some work here and there, helping his dad in the shop, fixing some cars in the local garage and whatnot. Filbrick is not impressed though, and it gets worse when Ford sends part of his grant money. His son is so successful that he makes money just off reading books? And what's his extra kid doing? Not bringing home any money, that's for sure. More like living off his parents, for free, in their house, and eating their food. And so, he does the obvious thing; making Stan's life miserable until he decides to leave the house himself. Caryn doesn't see things the same way as he does, and she's spoiling this leech of a son they have.

One day, around November 1971, the third Vietnam draft lottery is held. Stan had managed to avoid being called for the last two (a friend of one of his dad's friends had some connections), but this time Filbrick makes sure he is called to take the test.

Stan calls his brother in a panic, and they both decide that the best and only course of action is that Stan pretends to be unable to do the physical tests. I'll expand on this in the future, I think, but basically the recruiters call his bluff and threaten to send him to prison if he doesn't cooperate. Stan gives up and passes the test with flying colors.

Stan goes back home knowing fully well he's fucked. He waits for the response. In January 1972, he receives the confirmation. The next day, in the middle of the night, he's out of the house.

1971: Introducing: Fiddleford.

Ford meets Fiddleford in a congress he attends in 1971, in which he gives a presentation on his most recent interest: the supernatural world and the multiverse. When the time for questions begins, all of them are about his perpetual motion machine. He's happy he's recognized by it, but he feels like no one listened to him and his new project. That is, until a lanky blond guy around his age comes up to the microphone and asks a question about a theory based on his. Ford is immediately taken aback by it, and asks the guy when did he come up with it. The guy simply answers that he just put two and two together while he was explaining, and it just occurred to him. Ford, who looks like he just took a peek into deep space, says into the mic: "Meet me in the room H at break".

The pure nerd energy these two emitted in the following two hours could fuel the San Diego Comic Con until California is underwater. They missed the rest of the congress and just kept talking and talking, one-upping each other's theories and finishing each other's equations. The connection is immediate, and they agree to stay in contact while they do their respective degrees.

A couple of years later, thanks to Ford's insistence, Fiddleford applies for a full scholarship at West Coast Tech. The university grants it, and his whole family is incredibly proud. Fiddleford finishes his Bachelor at Backupsmore University and moves in with Ford. They start living together on campus in 1974.

1972–1979: Stan on the run, Ford in uni.

This is basically the canon timeline redux. Stan runs away from the military service and the police altogether. He's still homeless and Ford-levels of paranoid. He doesn't contact his family in fear they'll have to pay the price for his mistakes. He doesn't call either. He doesn't leave the country, although he does come very close in '79. There are LOADS of backstory in this period, but the main point is that he's still a criminal, but much more discreet: no tricking people with faulty products, he doesn't want the authorities to know his location by putting up ads, but he does a bunch of illegal deals, betting, and drugs.

Ford is in uni and, as predicted, he's still working his ass off. He attends every single congress he can, takes as many classes as he can legally take and is overall the same maniac nerd he is in canon. Part of it is still wanting to be the absolute best student at all times, but also because he's genuinely enjoying it. The only difference here is that he also makes time to look for his lost twin, which keeps him somewhat grounded. He also has Fiddleford with him, and he helps a lot.

Ford still calls home around once a week, but he resents his dad because he knows Filbrick had something to do with Satan's draft. As time goes by, he's less and less scared of him and more upset, until he tells him to go to hell. He feels the freest he's ever been. He thinks about Stan and how proud he would've been of him for being the one who stood up to their father for once.

1979: Stan arrives in Tennessee

He arrives at the beginning of summer, around mid-June. He just escaped from a particularly tough situation, so he's trying to lay as low as possible; therefore, he hides in Tennessee, as this state shares a border with many others and it'd be easier to elude whoever is looking for him. That's also why he goes straight for the small towns, instead of the cities.

He's exhausted and broker than he's been in a while. He goes to a small town and orders something small, enough to fuel him for a few more hours. The waitress takes pity on him and serves him a bigger plate on the house. Stan could cry.

Fiddleford just finished his finals, and just as he does every summer, he comes back home to help his family on the farm. That's why he's home when he meets Stan, and not in uni.

Ford spends his summer at West Coast Tech, living on campus and doing extracurricular internships.

1979-82: Life at the McGucket's and the move to Gravity Falls

Stan lives with the McGuckets for two years, although he only lives with Fiddleford during holidays and summers (since he doesn't get married in this AU, he spends some more time studying in uni and working on his own projects). He bonds A LOT with them, and they love having him around.

In 1981, Ford finally receives a big grant to study the supernatural, and he decides to build a house in a town in Oregon called Gravity Falls. He immediately asks Stan and Fiddleford to live with him and to help him in his investigations, if they want to.

Seeing as it is a secluded area (and because he misses his brother like crazy), Stan accepts. So does Fiddleford.

???? - Fiddlestan

When is Fiddlestan established in this AU? Who falls first (and who falls harder)? When does Ford find out? Does he help any of them out? Does Fidds' family know? Your call, honestly.

[if you share your ideas i'll kiss your forehead]

I'm torn between them falling in love in the holidays and then pining through the phone while they're away, being an established couple before they move to Gravity Falls or getting together while they're there. Either way it's teeth-rotting fluff, I can tell you that much.

[kirby-manga-translated]

It’s Kirby Time - Book 9 English Translation + An Update on Blog Happenings

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! IT'S HEEEEERE!! A truly adorable story about Kirby and Meta Knight deciding to spend some alone time and the activities they like to do during that time. Featuring beautiful illustrations painstakingly cleaned up by myself, this one is a must-read for fans of the relationship between Kirby and Meta Knight. Read the full thing at the links below:

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Google Drive

...But wait, there's more! Because the illustrations are so pretty, here's a link to a folder containing just those illustrations with no text at all! https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/19z8WLah-ZGES2jnyZOILJKc9kE75Wvs9?usp=drive_link (I'm probably also gonna make a post featuring all these images on their own soon.)

Finally, I have an update regarding the blog. tl;dr, I'm definitely gonna keep doing translations, but the rate at which they are completed and uploaded is most likely going to change soon. I don't know by how much or even if it will be positive or negative. For a more detailed explanation, click the Keep Reading.

So, I got a job! *audience cheers* But the job does not involve translating Kirby manga. *audience "aww"s* Ordinarily I wouldn't get more specific than that since I try to avoid revealing too much about my personal life, but in this case the explanation won't make much sense unless I do, so: The job entails working on fishing boats. This means that there isn't really a set daily schedule or even a weekly schedule. When the boats are fishing, I'm working, and when they're not, I have next to nothing to do.

I've been told by many people that I should expect a lot of down time for that reason, so I'll definitely have time to work on translations. However, I can't predict exactly how much I get and I also most likely won't have an internet connection on the boat. All this is to say that I literally do not know how this is going to affect the rate of translations on this blog beyond just, "It's going to change." I could find that I have so much down time on the boat that translating is the only thing that keeps me sane and I actually get more done. I could find that the boat I'm on is a super-busy one and I get barely any time at all. And regardless of which one of those happens, I won't be able to actually upload anything until the boat gets back into port, which is entirely dependent on how long it takes for the boat to catch all the fish it needs.

The job doesn't start for a couple weeks yet, so I'm gonna try to fulfill a few more requested chapters before then. Once again: I'm definitely going to keep translating, I just don't know how often I'll actually be able to do it. So enjoy this translation, look forward to more coming in the future, and please wish me luck both in my work and in getting time to translate!