#if i ever were to add onto these outfits / color them—

[suffarustuffaru]

part 192828 of sketches ill probs never color… anyway arc 7 au where the emilia camp actually wore different outfits after talking about how important it is to not be recognized in vollachia??? 😳😳😳😳

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; The King's Whore (Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Summary - Before reclaiming Erebor, the king had propositioned you to become his personal whore, a proposition which was rather beneficial on both sides. However, it appears you have forgotten who owns you and now all of Erebor and its' visitors must know that you are the king's whore.

Warnings - Smut, afab reader, female reader, degradation, harassment, xenophobia (brief), possessiveness, teasing, slapping, choking, bodily fluids, unprotected sex, spanking (brief), kinda-dom!thorin(?),kinda-dom!reader(?), semi-public sex, being called a whore (an unhealthy amount of times), thorin whimpering, creampie, (brief) mention of a womb.

Pronouns & Pov - She/her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 4,100+

A/N - An old smut from my old Tumblr account, I honestly do not remember a single word I wrote back then...it's good to be back <3 (I swapped phones so I no longer have the collage I originally used with this, I will make a new one soon)

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It had been mere months since the painstakingly long journey to reclaim the kingdom of Erebor had come to fruition. The terrifying battle nearly took your lover and his beloved nephews from this realm but by the grace of the gods, you had managed to swoop in and save them one by one. The scars on your body, ranging from large to small were a reminder of how lucky all of you were to be breathing.

A soft smile graced your lips at the thought of each dwarf sleeping peacefully within the large stone walls, walls that shielded out everyone else except for you. You were the only exception when it came to humans, according to the company you had traveled with, all doubts had ceased to exist from their minds though you could not say the same for the rest of their people.

Some had shown you great hospitality, it often debated if it were for your association to the king or for your bravery on the battlefield, while others showed you relentless cruelty. Shared cruelty both you and a rather familiar she-elf had grown to endure, none thinking of how the pair of you had thrown your lives away for the safety of their people yet they were often quick to judge on how those who stood before you did nothing for those before them.

A sudden frown spread upon your lips at the sudden reminder of those awful words the pair of you were often called, many ranging from outrageous to simply hissing 'human' or 'elf' in your directions, though there was one supposed insult that always forced a knowing grin onto your soft lips. The king's whore.

Little had they known, you had earned this title far before you had stepped foot into Erebor. They would never know nor accept that it was the king's suggestion to aid him during his sleepless nights, to give him momentary relief up against a tree, or to share your tastes upon each other's tongue.

No, to them you corrupted their poor king the moment the battle was over for your selfish gain, many reminding you through a slum of insults they would never accept you and you would never be their queen. A title you did not care for and you could easily have cast away with a few words to your lover, as you had made clear to him and all of Erebor; the title of their queen was pathetic compared to being his whore.

Many believed being his queen would give them more power than some measly whore could ever gain yet here you were, sitting across some of the most powerful rules in middle earth as they sought out your opinion, a simple whore, to aid them for future conquests. On top of keeping the king's bed warm, you kept their kingdom and many other kingdoms safe yet no one would ever credit you with that.

"Is there anything you wish to add, Y/N?" The soft tone suddenly anchored you back to reality, a quiet hum escaping your lips as your eyes raised the rouge-colored fabric that hung loosely around your lap. The form-fitting outfit, one you had chosen to get a rise out of the dwarven king, a form of revenge for him leaving you craving his touch and taste all so he could go back to his pointless paperwork.

"If all is well with his highness, then I have nothing else to add." Your melodic words falling gracefully upon his ears, the corners of his slightly chapped lips turning upwards into a proud smile. "Then it is settled." The dwarven king announced, slamming his bare palm against the dark-oak table allowing the men to rise from their seats to commune with one another.

Many coming to his side to compliment him on retrieving his home, a compliment he often reflected onto you yet this time he didn't. As he glanced across the table, his calloused hand stretched out, prepared to introduce you in a way he often did, he noticed you were talking to another. Not just another dwarf, they knew better than to do so without his permission, but another man. This alone would be fine if you were not flirting with him!

The tips of your fingers softly kissing his lightly scar-tattered arms as your plump lips curved upwards into a smile, your jewel-colored eyes sparkling as you took in each boring word the man spoke. To the king's displeasure, you wrapped a soft palm around his upper arm and allowed a soft giggle to escape your lips, a similar action that had sparked his proposal for you to be his whore and only his.

"Excuse me." The muttered words barely caught his company's ears as he quickly rose, his limbs moving on their own towards your direction as the light behind his eyes quickly began to match the shade of your dress. "And that's when I-oh hello your highness," The male began, a knowing smile painted upon his lips. "I was just telling your whore about my latest journey." The words flying out of his mouth far too comfortably, the palm which loosely wrapped around his upper arm suddenly released whilst you backed away in disgust. How dare he call you that? Only your king could refer to you as such!

"I beg your pardon?" The words passing through the king's gritted teeth, though he was furious at you for flirting with another male, the rage he had felt when your title slipped through his lips was far more powerful. "Your whore, how much gold for a night with her?" A smug grin spread upon his grimy face, a grin he wished to wipe clean from his face with his sword. "My whore, is not for sale. She will not warm anyone else's bed other than my own." The low growl sending a sharp shiver down your spine, you could not deny the effect his possessiveness had upon you.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as the king inched closer to the lower-class male, eyes burning blazes far more powerful than Smaug's breath. "You shall refer to her as Y/N or her highness and only as such, the title of my whore is meant for myself and myself alone." His fingers tightly clung around his thumb, chest rising and falling quickly as his gaze burnt further holes into his competitor's skull. "If you wish to leave Erebor intact, I highly suggest you do so. Understood?" The opposite male quickly bobbed his head, face draining of all color the moment the king's harsh tone caught his ear.

"Good, now get out of my sight." And with those words, the male quickly scurried off leaving you with the fuming king. "Outside, now." Another low growl further dampened the undergarments that rested between your thighs. Without the chance to respond, he quickly dragged you out of the meeting halls without the notice nor the care of others around him.

"What did you think you were doing?" Hissing as he shoved you up against the cold stones, your words quickly catching in your throat as the glint in his eyes grew darker. "You know what, my whore? I simply do not care now, it appears someone has forgotten who she belongs to." The hot air on the nape of your bare neck forced you to swallow a mouthful of air, the burning fury within his ocean eyes furthering the lust you had towards him.

"No clever comment? Or are you too overwhelmed by your pathetic need to be full of cock already?" The sensation of his rough calloused hand inching up your thigh caused your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, your lust-filled eyes boring back into his enraged ones. "Thorin, we should stop. Someone could spot us-" "If they do let them watch, you are mine and all of middle earth will know it when I get done with you." The once silent halls filled with the sudden tearing of your panties, the damped fabric sprawled onto the murky ground beneath you.

A small pathetic gasp escaped your plump lips as his fingertips grazed your sensitive clit, excruciatingly sensitive due to his highness's neglect towards it in favor of his work. "Look at you, so responsive already. Such a good whore for me." A proud smile spread upon his lips as a singular thick finger traced a path down your drenched cunt, the very tip slowly delving inside of your soaked walls before slipping away.

An irritated sigh slipped through your lips as you attempted to lower yourself down upon it, your movements quickly stalled by his harsh grasp digging into your left hip. "Ah, ah, ah." He tutted pulling his finger further away from your soaked cunt. "Only good whores get pleasure, have you been a good whore?" "I always am-ah!" A harsh thwack against your clit forced your entire body to tremble. "Wrong answer." His cock stirring against the tight fabric he called trousers at your pathetic whines.

The continued thwacks against your sopping pussy echoed throughout the empty halls, soft whines and desperate pleads filled the king's ears amongst his torturous touches. "Oh please, your highness! I'll do anything you desire, please use me. I need it so badly." The pathetic excuse for words choked out of your swollen lips, each thwack digging your teeth further into the tip of your upper lip. "Anything?" A mischievous smirk spread upon his lips, your neediness was a sight, a rare one yet one he adored more than any treasure in all of middle earth.

The blur of your beautiful hair caught his eyes, he had trained you to be his perfect cock whore so well. "Face the wall, legs spread wide." His hot breath was suddenly removed from your neck as he backed away from you. "Now." His command jolted you up from the wall, legs trembling in an attempt to keep you steady as you quickly spun around.

"Such a good little whore." He hummed lowly while he kneaded your plump arse. "My good little whore." The soft tickle of his beard against your neck allowed a small giggle to slip between your lips. Finally, you were getting what you wanted. Arching your back downwards, you pressed your covered arse further into his calloused palms receiving an appreciative groan from him. "Needy today, aren't we?" Though you could not see it, you could feel the smile upon his lips due to the amusement dripping from his words.

"I am always needy for you, my king." A silent whine disrupting your words as the king's rough hands roamed beneath your skirts, a harsh thwack on your plump arse forced a choked moan out of your lips. "Must you tease me?" You whined slightly louder than desired, all care you had for getting caught slowly inching out of your mind as you thought of the inches between the king's legs.

"Patience, my dear whore." The king hummed lowly as his hands continued to further explore your desperate form, gliding over each curve and ounce of your body. Each bump and rough patch of skin received a momentary hover of the king's hands, some ounces in small circles, before gliding to the next mass of flesh, admiring and loving each scar and imperfection your body held.

Though it typically warmed your heart knowing how much his highness adored you and the things you have done for him, now was not the time you wanted him to be gentle with you nor receive any praises from him. You needed him badly, you needed him now.

Further pressing your plump arse into his large palm, you slowly began to roll your hips in a desperate attempt for him to gift you with any form of pleasure. "You know you want to." The words dripping with lust, your low sultry tone causing his aching cock to twitch against those damn restraints he called trousers.

"Is that so? What else do I want to do, if you are so clever?" As you opened your mouth to answer his inquiry you felt the sudden shift of your skirts going upwards. "Go on, whore. Speak." "I-oh fuck!" Your attempt to form words dying off on your tongue at the sudden pressure between your legs, the tip of his throbbing cock slowly pressing into your soaked cunt without fair warning.

A small gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as his throbbing cock continued to push further inside of you, the gentle stretch of your walls allowed your eyes to loop upwards into your skull. "Shit, Thorin." The pathetic little mewls from his pulsating cock deep within you sounded more heavenly than any instrument's tune before, a pleased grin spreading upon his lips as he bucked his hips upwards allowing his cock to further stretch out your soaking cunt.

"Such a good little whore, taking all of me so easily." The muttered words against your neck sending a shiver down your spine, the soft tickle of his beard against your bare neck was accompanied by gentle nips at the curve of your soft neck. The bucking of his hips stalled at a gentle pace allowing you time to adjust to the heavenly stretch inside of you, each fiber of his being burning as he restrained himself from further carving his cock inside of you.

The attempts to allow you to adjust quickly failed as you backed your hips against his, your soaking cunt squeezing around his throbbing cock with each movement. "Fuck." He groaned tilting his head backward, eyes closed at the heavenly sensation as his hands roamed up your body before resting snugly around your throat.

Your eyes widening at the gentle pressure that surrounded your neck, the warmth which radiated off of his palms soothing the faint bite marks given mere moments before. "Be a good whore and stay still." The roughness in his voice further drenching your aching cunt, a tone you had heard once before he pulled out of you and left you there, desperate and begging for the smallest touch from him.

The squelch of your drench cunt accompanied the sound of skin slapping against each other throughout the stone halls, your pleased moans ever so slightly muffled by the king's hands clenching around your throat. The pair tightening as his movements grew faster, his cock hitting the most sensitive spots deep within you with every stroke.

Though he was not mighty when it came to his height, his cock was far different, much larger and thicker than you had ever dreamt of. The faint sting of it stretching you out upon entrance far too heavenly for words to describe, a statement you had once told him only to be met by his mocking as you sobbed on his throbbing cock that very night at the intensive stretch he gave you.

"So fucking tight, so tight for me." He growled lowly into your ear as the thrusts of his hips became harder and quicker, your hands desperately clawing against the smooth walls as each rough thrust further carved his cock into your inner walls. "All for you, Thorin." The words choked out weakly as your eyes looped upwards within your skull, your mouth agape as each thrust allowed a moan to escape.

"Who's pussy is this? Fucking say it." Another low growl greeted your ease whilst he rammed his cock deeper in your depth, hitting the most sensitive part of your core with each powerful stroke. "It's your pussy, Thorin. It's all yours." You sobbed loudly, a familiar tingling spreading up from your toes throughout your entire body as a knot formed within the pit of your belly.

"What was that, whore? I couldn't hear you!" The pressure against your neck slightly eases before a harsh thwack fell upon your arse, your body jolting forwards at the sudden sensation as a whimper suddenly left your lips. "You own my pussy, Thorin!" You yelped out, your loud cries bouncing throughout the large halls. Any concern of your peers hearing your slutty cries melted out of your pleasure-filled mind, your only thoughts on how harshly the king was treating your pussy. The knot within your stomach tightening further, your cunt clenching around the massive cock buried within you.

"AH!" His rough thumb began toying with your throbbing bundle of nerves, his animalistic thrusts refusing to ease up on your beaten pussy as your body trembled before him. Sweaty palms gliding down the cold walls, back arched further towards him as his calloused hand clenched tighter around your throat. "Fuck, I can't." You choked out another whine as both of his movements became sloppier, soft grunts escaping his lips as your pussy began to pulsate around his swollen cock.

"Cum." He commanded lowly, his hips beginning to burn at the pace of his animalistic thrusts. Each thrust ramming his cock at the most sensitive spot in your body, his thumb perfectly circling the tense bundle of nerves between your legs. "I can't." He snarled at your pathetic whine, the circles from his thumb quickly removed by a harsh smack against your throbbing clit.

"I said fucking cum, whore! Do it, cum for me. Now!" A loud yell escaping your lips as your body trembled, the static sensation spreading upon your body as the knot within your belly finally burst. His sturdy hand moving from your clit to your chest to keep your trembling form steady whilst you gushed around his cock, a proud smile spread upon his lips as his thrusts began to slow. "That's a good whore, cumming for her king." He cooed softly, his hand moving from your neck to caress your cheek whilst your walls fluttered around him.

The cool air filled your lungs as your gasps returned to steady breaths, your tense shoulders slumping towards your sides as a blissful look spread across your face. "I've got you." His words came out as a soft chuckle as he pressed a gentle kiss upon your neck, a soft nod of the head signaling him you were prepared to go again.

"Are you sure, Y/N? You nearly collapsed there." The back of his rough hand gently caressing your cheek. "Please, Thorin. You need your release as well." A mischievous smile spreading upon your lips, without warning you began to move forwards before lowering yourself back down on his length allowing a bliss-filled moan to slip through both of your lips.

The temporarily silent halls quickly filled back with the sound of skin slapping against each other yet again, the much softer rhythm accompanied by the faint moans from the king. "Fuck, you feel so good." He moaned into your ear as you met his soft thrusts by pushing your ass further against him, the hands which once held your neck now squeezing one of yours and gripping the flesh on your hip.

Each throb and thrust allowed your body to tremble, the aftershock of your orgasm still rang fresh throughout your body. His thrusts slowed down in speed as he squeezed your palm tightly, eyes glued shut allowing him to further absorb the sensations of your squelching pussy.

"You fuck me so good, my king." You cooed, squeezing his palm back as you further bounced yourself on his cock knowing well he was not short from falling into the depths of his pleasure, the slow teasing circles your hips would trace whilst on the base of his cock sent a loud groan throughout the halls.

"Fuck, Y/N. If you keep that up I'll-" A soft whimper slipping through his lips as you released his hand from yours, both palms planted firmly on the wall as you continued to ram yourself back against his throbbing cock. "Do it, my king. Cum for me." The sight of your arse bouncing upon his cock and your encouraging words almost too much for the lust-stricken king.

His sturdy arms wrapping around your waist tightly as he held you steady, his pace gradually picking up as his whimpers rang throughout Erebor. "Fuck, I want to fill you up so badly." His whines in your ear were your favorite tune, much like your desperate moans and whimpers to him, it was one no instrument could compare to nor recreate.

"You want to fill up your whore's pussy? Would that make my king happy?" You hummed out softly between moans, the heavy slap of skin against each other speeding up as he bobbed his head against your neck. "Please." His pathetic little whines making your pussy flutter around him, a single hand trailing down back towards your cunt and greeting your bundle of nerves yet again.

"Then do it, your highness. Fill me up with your cum." The moment that heavenly tune left your lips he began to plow into you faster, sweat glistening upon his forehead as his thumb swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves, desperate to get one more orgasm out of you during his own.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" The loud cries of the king ringing out throughout his kingdom as his grip around your waist tightened, his body slumping further into yours as his hips bucked roughly into yours, his thumb still twiddling around that sensitive bundle of nerves he adored so deeply bringing you to yet another blinding orgasm.

White-hot ribbons painting the deepest depths within your womb, the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim made your nails puncture his toned arms. A soft hiss escaped his lips at the new puncture wounds, ones he would later claim he received during battle, and hoped the stirring of his cock would not give the truth away.

Trembling bodies clinging onto one another tightly, your nails still digging into his toned flesh while your lips curved up into a looped smile. "Thank you." He muttered softly, kissing the nook of your neck between pants for the cooling air. "Anytime, my king." You cooed happily, glazed-over eyes staring back at one another as your soft lips met his.

A tender moment erasing all images of the day before from both minds, simple orgasmic peace within you was all the new king needed in these silent moments, moments he wished he wasn't required to end. "Ready to return to our guests, my whore?" He hummed softly, pulling his softened cock out of your warm depths. A soft disappointed whimper escaped your lips at the sudden departure, wishing to have nothing more but a few more moments or hours with him.

"If it were up to me, my king, we wouldn't return till neither of us could walk." The soft mutter barely catching his ear, your attention now focused on fixing your disheveled appearance before facing the men in the other room. "After this, you will have me all to yourself until the next full moon." His lips gracing yours again for another few blissful seconds, the soft sensation easing all tension and worries from your body.

"I suppose I can bear with our guests for a few moments longer." A pleased smile creeping up onto your face causing the king to shake his head, both knowing well this would not be the first outburst towards him.

"Come along then." The sturdy thumps of his heavy boots ringing throughout the halls as you walked by his side, hands tightly wrapped around the other. "Oh, and before I forget." Pausing a few feet from the large metal doors in front of you, watching curiously as his opposite hand delved into his furs. "Remember, I own you, whore." Your body froze seeing your soaked panties in his clutches, a mischievous glint sparkling within his ocean orbs whilst he quickly tucked it away.

The soft clicks of his boots brought you out of your shocked daze alongside the sudden trickle of cum rolling down your inner thighs, a heavy heat quickly burning beneath your cheeks as you rushed after the mischievous king. "Thorin! Give those back to me this instant!" Your yells bouncing off the walls whilst you attempted to grab within his robes, his amused chuckles only fueling your desperate attempts to cover your bare cunt.

"You said it yourself, my lovely whore. I own your pussy and as the owner of it, I want it bare at all times." The smug grinning king pressed a soft kiss upon your cheek before waltzing into the meeting room ever so calmly as if him pounding into you mere moments ago was simply a figment of your imagination, you trailing close behind him with your gaze pointed towards the floor.

His hot cum further staining your inner thighs as you took your spot next to him, a calm smile spread upon your lips as you remembered his words. 'you will have me all to yourself until the next full moon.' How he would regret his actions at nightfall, if he wished to play dirty you could as well.

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[katanablue]

Hey 👋 sorry forgot to put it in the ask box but here it is.

April who has a niece who is very innocent and soft spoken who also wears pink and blue frilly outfits that Leo can’t help but crush on her because she is so cute especially when the reader herself has never been in a relationship because of her shyness and Leo wants to be her first and last relationship. He ends up telling her that he wants to marry her someday.

Please and thank you 🙏

Warnings: romance, fluff, very minor suggestiveness

There was something about you that Leonardo couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that made his heart ache with the dire need to protect you from the ugliness of the world.

It certainly didn’t help that you had this sort of shy innocent aura about you, the way your eyes would blink in awe and wonder, whenever Donnie showed you his latest invention or when Mikey would display the latest trick he learned on his skateboard.

Even Raph couldn’t help the snort of amusement whenever your soft spoken voice praised him when he finished recalling a story about his Nightwatcher days or when he demolished yet another training dummy.

To add in to Leo’s strange infatuation with you, you always wore either these pink or blue outfits adorned with frills, as if they added to your wholesome demeanor. Be it skirts, dresses, shorts, blouses or even a tank top, something on you always had a frill of some sort and Leo wanted nothing more than to grab the fabric between his three fingers and rub it between them. Especially when the blue was a particular shade nearly similar to his mask color.

All these things yet it never truly occurred to the terrapin that he could possibly have a crush on you.

No because you were April’s niece; so sugary sweet once you opened up to them in due time, your innocence beaming onto Leo and his brothers like a beacon of light in their mostly dark world.

Leo suppresses his steadily growing feelings for you by focusing more on his training, making sure his brothers are in tip top shape, maintaining a proper and civil relationship with you whenever you came down to visit them.

But it proved to be more difficult the more he saw you. For he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, take you to the rooftop and cradle you under the moonlight while whispering sweet nothings against your ear.

What the leader in blue didn’t know is that you harbor the same feelings back, however are way too painfully shy to ever say anything about it. Not to him at least.

Imagine Leo’s surprise when he stops by April and Casey’s one night to pick up a book that she recommended for him, Casey not present, and before he makes his presence known, hears a conversation going on between the two of you.

“I just… I don’t know, Aunt April.” You mumble while playing with your fingers, gaze cast downward.

From Leo’s place on the balcony, he can see the two of you sitting at the kitchen table with your back to him, April seated a bit sideways but still facing you.

“How long have you felt this way about him?” April asks you gently.

You shrug, still occupied with your hands.

“Awhile. But I could never say anything to him.”

Him? Who’s him?

“Well why not? You never know, he could feel the same way towards you.”

Leo almost laughs at the adorable way you scoff and roll your eyes but stops himself from doing so when the thought of someone else being yours overtakes it.

“Even if he did I’d have no idea how to act. Surely there’s no way Leo would wanna be with someone who has no experience whatsoever…”

Now that makes his heart stop and then rapidly speed up. Him? Your crush was on… him?

Your statement makes April snort, her hand coming out to place a comforting touch on your knee. She gives you a sympathetic smile along with a tender squeeze.

“I mean, not to sound like that but guarantee that Leo nor his brothers have had any sort of experience.” She chuckles and leans back in her chair.

Ouch. True, but ouch.

“I think you should tell him! Because even if he doesn’t reciprocate, which he will, it’s good practice for you to get out your shell. No pun intended.”

Has he been that obvious with his feelings for you? And he thought he was doing such a good job at hiding them. What’s the point of being a ninja if you can even mask your feelings for someone…

“Trust me, honey. Raph told me last time I was down in the Lair with you guys.”

Both your and Leo cheeks flush furiously, the turtle trying to remember what exactly he did the last time the two of you were down with them for Raph to pick up on his crush on you.

Then again, his hot headed brother is the most perceptive out of all of them.

Leo decides to wait a few minutes before tapping his knuckles on the window, the little jump you make followed by the comically wide eyed expression you put on makes Leo just want to scoop you up and tell you that he feels the same. But he decides to keep his lips sealed for a little while longer, at least until he can get you alone and properly confess his feelings.

Because he wants to engrave into your pretty little mind that he will be your first and most certainly last relationship.

He makes pleasant chitchat with you and April after she hands him the book, trying to subtly display his crush on you by maintaining proper eye contact and even standing just a smidge closer to you before bidding his farewells and heading back towards the window.

He turns around one last time, looking at April and then to you. He throws you a soft wink, hating that he can’t see your reaction for he swiftly bolts out after doing so. He doesn’t miss the sharp inhale you take from your nose however, that small noise boosting Leo’s ego immensely.

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It’s nearly a week later when you finally come back to visit them, Leo’s little stunt having made you short circuit and causing April to comfort you while trying to hold back her own smile.

Leo lets himself grin big when you step into the main area of the Lair, once again dressed up in what he’s come to realize is his favorite blue skirt decorated with frills. He can’t help but let his eyes roam over your legs, picturing you draping them across his lap while he runs his fingers up and down—

“Yo Leo! Your girlfriend wants to talk to ya!”

Oh he could smack Raph upside the head for that comment, your hand flying to cover your mouth from his blunt attitude. Raph however, is tired of seeing the two of you dance around each other and if he has to light the match to get flame going then so be it.

Leo makes his way to you, sheepish smile on his lips and extends his hand to give an apologetic touch. It isn’t out of the ordinary for him or you, but given the new information you’ve both acquired, there’s an underlying sense of something else to it.

“You wanted to talk?” He lets the tips of fingers trail down the length of your arm as he pulls it away.

“Oh! Um, yes.” Your hands come together to twist and tug, the sudden wave of nerves hitting you all at once. Leo knows he has to take initiative but he lets himself bask in that cute bashful expression upon your features, the way your lips open and close to try and start your sentence but never even getting a peep out.

“How about we move this conversation somewhere else?” He suggests gently, nudging his head towards a vague direction. You silently thank him for taking the lead, offering a faint smile and lowering your hands down. You end up walking side by side towards the tea room he and Splinter often spend time in. Leo allows his hand to brush delicately against yours as you walk, side glancing you every time he does so to see those faint quirks of your lips go upward.

God he wants to hold your hand so bad but he restraints himself, not wanting to overwhelm you especially when you haven’t even confessed yet.

He motions for you to sit first with a sweep of his arm. You fold your skirt under your thighs before sitting down, looking up when Leo asks if you want a cup of tea before talking.

“It’ll help calm your nerves.” He jokes softly, happy when you agree.

When the tea’s done, he sets the cup in front of you, a comforting touch on your shoulder before he goes to sit across from you. The silence is peaceful, both of you blowing air to cool down your drinks before taking a sip. You hum in delight, closing your eyes as the earthy flavors blend on your tongue and the temperature pleasant on your throat. Leo clears his own and sets his tea down, sitting on his knees and resting his palms on his thighs.

“So,” he starts. “You wanted to speak with me?”

The nerves churn in your stomach and your palms come to circle around your hot cup, the burn doing just enough to steady you.

“Um, yeah I did.”

You can do this. Just say it! Say you like him! Take the plunge!

“I—“

“I like you.”

You blink in surprise, eyes going wide at Leo’s sudden confession. Once again your mouth parts, quiet intakes of breath passing in and out as you try and conjure up a sentence. Your fingers tap against the cup as you attempt to unscramble your brain, his sentence making you lose all sense of thought. He patiently waits for you, unable to prevent his smile from forming as he takes in your shocked expression.

“Sorry—“

“I like you too,”

Your voice is quiet, nearly a breath of a whisper but he heard you.

You surprise yourself when you blurt out the secret that’s been on your mind from the moment you met Leonardo, but you feel so much lighter when the confession leaves your lips.

Leo gets up from his spot and sits next to you, taking your hands in his and bringing them close to his plastron. Your heart picks up speed, doing your best to keep your focus on him but ultimately you look away from his gaze. Leo lets go of one of your hands to turn your face back to him, letting his fingers linger on your jaw.

“I,” you flex your fingers in his hold, “I really like you. A lot.” Even when you murmur, it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I really like you too. A lot.” He chuckles, scooting an inch closer so that your knees touch. “I promise to take care of you. To love and cherish you until my very last breath.”

You grin at him, laughing softly at his declaration.

“You sound like you’re saying vows.” You tease.

“Do I? Consider it practice since I want to marry you someday,”

Leo’s confidence is something that attracted you in the first place. But his statement nearly takes your breath away.

“Marry me?” You whisper in disbelief.

He gives a single nod, leaning in close to brush his lips against your cheek.

“Marry you.”

His kiss on your skin makes you feel golden, breathless and lightheaded all at the same time. Your smile is one for the books, cheeks nearly reaching your eyes when he pulls back to admire your love struck gaze.

“Can I kiss you?”

It would be a first for him and certainly for you, but you can’t think of someone better than to share this experience with.

“Please.” You mouth happily, pressing your lips together in excitement when his touch on your jaw shifts to take hold of your chin.

It’s featherlight his kiss, Leo not wanting to overwhelm you but after a few seconds even the ever patient pristine ninja can’t help but press his mouth ever so slightly harder against yours.

He’s pleasantly surprised when you try to part you lips to feel him more.

He wants to ravish you, skim his mouth over every inch of your body, touch you wherever he can and taste you—

He pulls back at his intrusive thoughts, chuckling in embarrassment when he feels the beginnings of arousal form within himself like some kind of pre teen.

Your eyes open to find his brown ones staring intently, his grip on you tightening a bit. His tongue peeks out to run over his teeth, another bashful laugh sounding in your ears.

“If you’re comfortable, we can take this to my room? Talk more about us and maybe…?”

He knows he’s being cheeky, the tilt of his head says enough. But when you flutter your pretty eyes at him, letting your perfect lips shape into that ‘o’, he knows that you’re going to have him wrapped around your finge until the end of time.

[dragonshoard]

My head is STUCK on blue bird!Jinx AU with the new season coming out (if anyone remembers from WAY WAY back).

Summary for people who have no idea what tf I'm talking about: Basically, Powder dies via Silco the night Vander "dies". She's revived by Janna (wind spirit god who is a guardian deity of Zaun) and proceeds to spend x years getting up to international hijinks while playing politics. Powder/Jinx (she goes by both) remembers nothing of her past and is spirit blessed with the ability to turn into various forms of birds among other talents.

I had a picture of her a while back but I'm probably going to be changing her outfit and hair. I'm not fond of the top I gave her anymore. Also, she has so many tattoos. So many.

I've added to the AU since I last spoke about it:

Jinx is a magical conduit - not quite a mage, or a witch, but someone who is capable of using magic without generating it herself. She gets power from the Spirit Gods and Runeterra. It is also what is keeping her alive so if she's ever drained she will die :D

Her abilities/magic is very similar to Janna's in that, naturally, she has healing, shielding, and some control of wind. To do anything else the magic would have to go through specific runes, though it costs significantly more to do so (draining her faster). Her only other natural ability is her transformation, though certain transformations drain her more (big bird, for example)

Otherwise, she still loves her pistol and ALSO has a fondness for knives and never has less than ten on her person.

Jinx has a few titles, but her main one is "Storm Priestess". She is quite literally a religious leader and is treated as such. There are rules she has to follow, and if Janna tells her to jump - she will LEAP

Her hair is much more elaborate in this AU as it's used to enhance and add to the array of runes tattooed onto her skin. It's still in two braids (typically - specific circumstances may have her wearing more), though with threads of brightly colored yarns and engraved silver/copper/iron metal running through it. I'm going to playing around with the following concepts (don't look too deeply at the colors, just the patterns/styles/accessories):

Zaun and Piltover are bordered by Noxus and Shurima, so I'm going to go ahead and assume Piltover and Zaun's first generations were largely immigrants from Noxus and Shurima (and possibly Demacia). I'm assuming Shurima had the largest population as Zaun was once part of the Shuriman empire. However, as a note, Zaun and Piltover are largely mixing pot nations due to the nature of them being port cities with vast trade systems.

In this AU, Jinx and Vi's facial features are very region typical for specific parts of Shurima. Great-grandparents were immigrants to Zaun.

Jinx has political ties to three (I'm including the Undercity here) nations: Shurima, Zaun, and Piltover. Her religious leader position grants her relatively high status/respect and a voice in all three nations; however, her connections with Silco in Zaun and Caitlyn in Piltover also give her some additional legitimacy.

Shurima is currently heavily divided and largely in ruins. However, with the rise of Azir the empire is slowly rebuilding. They were once a very prosperous and rich culture, so its implied that there will be a resurgence of that golden era. Her involvement in a certain conflict will grant her status with the empire where most followers of spirit-gods wouldn't have. There will be conflict there, but as I understand it Azir is largely seen as a benevolent dictator. I'm not 100% sure what his perspective is on spirit-gods, but I'm going to assume he isn't the ungrateful sort.

In terms of relationships...

Jinx has a very close relationship with Caitlyn. They've known each other since Jinx was about 13 and have been friends since. Caitlyn has considered adding Jinx to the family registry for both political and personal reasons. Caitlyn is a bit more familiar with Zaun in this one, as she's spent a number of years exploring Zaun pre-independence and learning the culture. Also has more political savy.

Vi is in Stillwater for at least 2 more years than in canon.

As mentioned before Viktor and her are good friends in this one but she's gonna get nervous when he starts poking at the arcane in a very unsanctioned way (and I mean her as a person, not her as a priestess - the spirit gods and spirits are quiet about his actions for now).

I'm thinking about how to integrate parts of season 2 into this AU. There will be a period of time in which Jinx will be unable to return to Zaun due to conflict in parts of Shurima, so I'm thinking that this is when the conflict between Zaun and Piltover starts to boil over. I'm thinking a situation in which Piltover and Zaun sign a formal declaration of independence but problems begin to boil over due to foreign and domestic issues. Not 100% on whether or not Caitlyn's mom dies in this one, but there is a chance of it.

I'm also not sure how much I'm going to keep to the "magic leads to destruction" angle the show is starting to go towards. Pending! Right now Jinx is very pleased with the progress of hextech and chemtech so far in the shows. Some things are subject to change as Arcane season 2 progresses :D

[actiniumwrites]

𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

synopsis: it’s ayato’s birthday and all he can hope for is for you to finally go out on a date with him. 

character(s): ayato x gn!reader 

wc: 838

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, the ending is happy i swear 

notes: i think this is the first birthday fic i’ve ever written for a genshin character lmao. honestly i keep forgetting their birthdays until it’s too late so i’m glad i remembered his was sometime in march. anyway, i’m pretty happy with how this one turned out. happy birthday to the better kamisato sibling! jk jk...unless 👀

Three knocks sound at the door to Ayato’s office.

It snaps him out of the flow of work he’s been sucked into for the past — wait. How many hours had it been? He sighs as he realizes he worked for way too long again and sets down his fountain pen, stained with black ink as a few drops escape onto the paper below it.

You come waltzing in a few moments later.

“Apologies, my lord.”

“What for?” he asks curiously. All the while he’s assessing what you’re wearing. It’s a nice outfit, one that looks well fit for a night out — a date perhaps. He notices the colors you’ve chosen to wear, the ones you always looked best in. You were even wearing the bracelet he had gifted you for your birthday last year. The sides of his lips tug ever so slightly as he spots it on your wrist.

“For one, arriving back to the estate so late,” you begin sheepishly, hoping to stay out of trouble,” and two, for coming in without waiting for a response. The lights appeared to be off and I was concerned you had fallen asleep while working again.”

Ayato clears his throat and averts his eyes. Although, he’s not sure if the reason he did it is because something was in his throat or because jealousy was beginning to creep up on him.

“That’s alright, [Name],” he says softly. You don’t miss the sadness in his voice as he continues, “So, who was the lucky guy this time?”

The only light that seemed to keep the room from being in complete darkness was the little oil lamp that was lit at the corner of his table. Your eyes widen slightly, but not enough for him to see.

“Oh, I wasn’t—“ you start, flustered by his assumptions. It was true, you had been going out on dates, but you hadn’t gone on one tonight.

“Hey,” he half whispers with a smile, “I was only kidding.”

But you know he isn’t.

You stare at him in disbelief before scoffing and reaching for something behind you. Soon enough, a pale blue gift bag made its way into his vision as you carried it to his desk. It’s not just any shade of blue he notes, it’s his favorite shade.

“I was out getting you this,” you quietly admit, “Happy Birthday, my lord.”

Ayato glances between you and the bag before back to you again, “Please, I’d really prefer it if you would just call me Ayato.”

Your heart speeds up, but you don’t say anything. You honestly weren’t sure what you could say to it. You were his personal assistant who worked alongside Thoma. To call him by his last name would mean you meant something far greater to him than you ever could’ve imagined.

“I…how did you manage to get these? Thank you,” he says in disbelief as he finishes opening the gift. It’s an expensive pair of gloves, ones he had been wanting for ages. They never seemed to be in stock, yet here they were, sitting carefully in his bare palms.

“I spent all day getting the store’s clerk to get them for me. You have no idea the hassle I went through to get my hands on these,” you faintly laugh for a few seconds. It fades out as you remember his melancholic expression earlier. “It was certainly no date,” you add quietly.

“I apologize. It was wrong of me to have assumed,” he says sincerely.

“It’s alright. I would never go on a date today anyway…not on your birthday.”

“Even if it was with me?” he asks with a smile. Your words are once again caught in your throat as you fail to answer him. You realize he’s being just as genuine with his question as he was with the apology.

In reality, the only reason you had been going on dates were to try to erase your feelings for him. He was your boss and you felt it would be inappropriate to harbor such feelings for a man like him, with his status and all.

“Well I—” you stutter out. You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s walked around his desk and right in front of you. He pulls your hands into his and brings you closer to him.

“Please don’t tell me I’ve been reading into this the wrong way,” Ayato says, his tone dropping back into a whisper, “Please tell me you really do have feelings for me.”

It takes you a second, but you nod. Your eyes are on his and you’re smiling. A deep breath escapes him and he’s laughing with relief. But more than anything else, he’s smiling brighter than you’ve ever seen him smile before.

His eyes glance to the tiny clock in the corner of the room before he’s looking at you again, “If you don’t mind granting me one more birthday wish, would you let me take you out tonight?”

“Of course,” you say, “Happy Birthday, Ayato.”

[myreitha]

Costume time!

Okay, you know what, I want to share this process and I've chosen y'all to suffer with me.

SO! A friend of mine doesn't have a spooky show to produce this year, and so is putting all his energy into a cool-ass halloween event (Fancy paper invites, puzzles to solve, challenges, games, seances, etc). The whole thing is themed around this fake secret society that we're all now part of, and the dress cose and we're being encouraged to come up with cool fancy clothes/outfits to match the theme to come in. Best description I can come up with for this theme is "Fancy witchy-vampire" (Like, think VtM, but witchier). THAT SAID. I'm still out of a job, so, I've got to be strategic. AND I've got the itch to make things. Even better. (More past the cut!)

I don't have photos for a lot of these earlier decisions and stages, sorry. BUT I go through my closet and costume tubs (the for-fun-or-cosplay costumes as well as the circus/performing ones) and have a nice closet-runway to figure out what I'm starting with and settle on this one burgundy satin wrap top with big-ass sleeves that I love. . .that unfortunately doesn't go with much that I have in my wardrobe that vibes with the theme. (There's like. . .one or two things it works with, but I want to be FANCIER). So I sketch around and come up with an idea based around this shirt (and a statement necklace collar I have that was some of the best $5 I've ever spent)

I have this old dress I'd bought at a flea market years ago and had altered to be an overskirt for a hoop skirt, and then it's been worn as a bustle with the bodice tucked away more times than it's felt hoops. It's a similar color as the top, so I figured I'd finally take the bodice off it, pull it in to be something I could walk in that wouldn't trail on teh ground, and I could set it under a corset in the center. Bing-bang-boom! Genius!

No. The skirt and the shirt were similar-but-different enough colors and textures that they clashed. Damnit. Well, I can ditch the skirt and figure out the rest! Some skinny moto pants. A decorative corset - I could embroider a corset (Myr no), or, ooh, use gold appliques (Okay, more realistic, proceed).

Next step was to mock things up as I'm trying to find what I want without purchasing a bunch of shit, which got me to this:

Okay okay okay. Cool, I've got a direction (that's not the shirt, but it's the closest I coudl find online to use, so I used it). Now for the endless internet and thrift store (No fingers, not thirst store, dear god) and internet thrift store searching to find me some cool-ass pants and a corset and some shoes that'll work with this. You'll notice, though that my statement necklace has been swapped out for cool-strappy-thing. Because statement necklace-collar is geometric and GOOD LUCK finding geometric applique. Harder than I expected. Took me a couple months to find things that weren't lots of money that I could afford. BUT I EVENTUALLY DID IT. This included buying multiple corsets with the intention of returning things. Benefits of modern shopping. The happy "lets try everything on" day was this weekend!

SO FAR SO GOOD. Took a poll from friends and the short corset is the winner. It's definitely the best constructed of the three, though the pants aren't QUITE high enough waist to be able to wear under it without some adjustments. But it'll do. The shoes turned out to be dark brown instead of black, so I need to see about making them black (and fixing them so the tongue doesn't decide to go deep diving towards my toes.) Other things to do: bring in the wrists of those sleeves some, they're a bit too big (Here they're clipped with bobby pins), decorate the corset, maybe add some gold detailing onto the pants? They've got that gold ridging along the thighs that you find on moto-pants, but that's absolutely invisible most of the time, so I think if I just brush some gold paint along the tops of those ridges, it'll make them pop in a good way. You'll note that none of these photos have the strappy-thingy, and instead we're back to the statement necklace-collar. Turns out the differece between the image I found on the internet and teh shirt I own is enough that you BARELY SEE the strappy. Also, I decided that instead of using applique, I'd buy some gold paint, make a design that'd work, and paint it on the corset. Only time will reveal whether this was a good or a bad idea.

Other thing this showed me is that this doesn't feel FANCY enough. So I'm coming back to that half-skirt idea. This time, though I'm thinking about something sheer - either a burgundy to match the top, or a black with gold accents (OR A FULL DESIGN?!?!?!).

Last night I got flat photos of the corset for figuring out the design, since the shape I was working with in my sketches doesn't match the chosen corset shape. Pls to enjoy some of the designs I was playing with:

Proooooobably going to see about adjusting the eye design. I think it fits the theme best.

Last night I started on the alternations by taking in the waist of the pants. Please have this photo that happened 30 seconds before my thread was attacked.

[solar-halos]

annie cesta week. day #2 - walk, walk fashion baby

summary: follow annie on her journey as she transforms a tackalacious gown from her capitol victory tour into something more district 4 appropriate (and still just as glamorous. bc our girl is glamorous.)

1.5k, i hope you go "who is this DIVA!" the entire time you read this

This dress is all kinds of wrong. 

No surprise there. Annie’s been saying that ever since she saw the initial design for it. 

Sure, it’s not hideous. And, yes, the material feels very nice against her bare skin. But it’s just not her.

No one in the Capitol knows anything about Annie, but they all like to pretend they do. If they had it their way, they’d probably surgically attach starfish to her hair so that she forever reminds them of the ocean. 

Annie obviously loves the ocean. It doesn’t even matter if it’s for work or play. But all these ocean motifs they slapped onto one of her gowns from the Victory Tour is a little too on the nose.

She had begged them to let her keep it. She even cried a little. She couldn’t help it. This was supposed to be her District 4 dress, so why did it look so Capitol?

It’s okay if you don’t get it. She hadn’t really expected anyone to, but there’s one thing that the Capitol has right about her: she can’t let things go. And, right now, she will not rest until she finds a way to revamp this tacky dress into something totally stylish.

First order of business: she needs to seam rip the starfish and sea urchins decorating the fluffy expanse of sea green tulle. Fortunately for her, she gets them all off. Unfortunately for her, not having access to her sewing supplies for so long has made her incredibly rusty. The first layer of the skirt is practically ruined.

Well, that’s okay. It wasn’t practical to wear something so heavy and layered in Four, anyway, so she peels back some more tulle until she gets something appropriately thin and breezy.

Second thing’s second: the silhouette is all wrong. It drags on the ground unless she’s wearing high heels, but she’s officially swapped out her stilettos for sandals. She grabs at a pair of scissors with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. She can’t help it—if only the Capitol could see her now.

Snip. Snip. Snip. Take that, you unstylish freaks.

Annie tries the dress on, doing a couple of spins and some rather fierce poses in the mirror. The color of the fabric reminds Annie of a matching skirt and blouse her best friend owns. Think of how cute they’d look tearing up the town like that.

Two piece sets were so in this summer. She’s definitely gonna have to do something about that. 

She tugs the dress off, tracking down her favorite crop top and most beloved pair of shorts, and uses the hemlines as a guideline. She really wants to balance out the higher waist with a teeny tiny top. According to the magazine on her bedside table, that was also very in for the summer, and the publication date on that traced back to a mere two months ago. Things couldn’t have changed that much while she was away.

And, even if they did, Annie doesn’t really care. She has a really cute freckle on her ribcage that she fully intends on showing off. 

So she makes the skirt mini. And she splits the dress in half. And she stores away the extra fabric in her designated craft bin.

It’s missing something, obviously. It’s missing everything, like glitter and bows and lace and beading, but she gets tired a lot more easily now. It sucks—it really sucks, actually, sucks so bad that she gets angry about it most days—but she’s starting to learn that most things about her new life suck. And she can either pout about it and never start another project again or ride it out and steadily add to her collection of DIY-ed outfits. 

Annie chooses the latter. She’s always loved making clothes, and she finds some sort of twisted satisfaction in knowing that she just performed some serious surgery on a Capitol gown. If only her stylist could see her now. She’d blow a gasket.

The thought makes Annie laugh herself to sleep. She’s even smiling when she wakes back up. Granted, it’s the middle of the night, but she doesn’t need to follow a routine now. She already graduated high school. Her parents don’t trust her to get back to work. And, besides, 2am was prime crafting hours. It’s where her best ideas hatch.

Speaking of good ideas, Annie eyes the cape that came with the dress. It’s a glittery amalgamation of light green jewels, and she honestly had no idea what to do with it until now. It’s pretty, absolutely, but it’s just not practical. Capes are so District 7. (She’s not lying. One time, Finnick told her a fairytale about some girl in a cape getting eaten by a wolf, which was so not Annie’s style.)

Annie is picking up her scissors in no time. Scrounging around for a ruler, she cuts up strips of the cape so she can decorate the hemline of her miniskirt with it. Admittedly, she forgot to account for the length the raw hem gave her, so she needs the extra coverage now that she sewed everything up.

She tries it on. Watches her ass in the mirror as she walks. Takes a moment to admire her ass in the mirror. Then she’s back to work. 

She chews on the inside of her cheek as she brainstorms new ways to use more of the cape. No amount of revamping could make the bustier look casual, and she doesn’t want it to be. She just wants to add in her own District 4 twist. She wracks her brain once again for ideas.

Ribbons. Bows. Beads. Lace. Ribbons. Bows—

Lace! She can use the cape to lace up the bustier!

So, obviously, she gives it the same treatment she gave the dress: one big chop down the center. Except this time she reminds herself to cut vertically instead of horizontally. Her design would be totally ruined if she split the bustier open the wrong way. 

She pokes at the edge with her scissors, trying to visualize where she wants the holes to be. She even grabs an old oversized shirt and cuts it up as practice.

She’s lacing the bustier up in no time, trying it on once again. She strikes another round of poses in the mirror. Her boyfriend is right—her tits really are mermaid levels of entrancing. She crosses her arms over her chest to make them pop just a bit more. 

Okay. Break over. 

Now that everything is sewed together and fitted to her body, here comes the fun part: decorating. Annie lays the outfit down on her carpeted floor, admiring the glittery trim on the skirt and the matching embellishment on the top. Maybe she can even use some more of the cape for some straps if she really feels like pulling out her sewing needles again. (She doesn’t—not right now, at least. If she has to pull out one more pin cushion, she’ll puke.)

She grabs her box of scrap pieces of fabric and fishes through the pile. She layers two pieces of lace in an X shape over the skirt, kinda giving the illusion of pockets. (Remind her to sew on pockets later.) She adds a glittery butterfly charm to the waistband to complement the belly ring that Finnick already promised he’s gonna get with her. (Piercings are hot. Finnick is somehow hotter.) Then something else in the box catches her eye.

Velveteen gloves. She’s had that in her stash for ages, but she never found an excuse to wear them. She never went anywhere fancy enough (couldn’t afford it) or went to any cool dinner parties (her parents hardly let her party anywhere when she was younger), but she’s determined to string together a girl’s night soon. Also, Finnick loves cooking fancy meals for them. Maybe she’ll whip this ensemble out one night. 

Since she still has a ton of seafoam green tulle left over, she grabs a fistful of the stuff and picks out the thinnest tendril she can find. She twists it into a bow and sticks it onto her glove. She adds a pearl to the center.

She surveys her creation: a miniskirt and matching crop top with lacy and sparkly detailing. Gloves that would give the president himself a run for his money. And she could even use a combination of the tulle and cape for some lace-up stockings.

That’s a perfect idea. Sunshine floods into her room by the time she’s finally finished. That’s her cue to finally get to sleep, but she’s relieved Finnick finds her and gently coaxes her awake before she has a nightmare. As her boyfriend, she is pleased to report that he knows how to treat her—even all her unconscious desires.

He grins at her as soon as she opens her eyes. He grins even harder when she shows him her outfit, even though she knows her ramblings are still sticky and sluggish with sleep.

“That is so fucking cool, Annie. You’re so fucking cool. Seriously.” 

She thanks him with a kiss and an equally enthusiastic compliment, but he expresses the extent of his awe after breakfast. He constructs a makeshift stage out of their couch cushions and uses their curtains to frame the scene. Annie’s family and Mags gather around and watch him get theatrical. Annie hides a giggle behind her palm. 

“For one night and one night only, I present to you the one and only Annie Cresta.”

He yanks the curtain back in one swift flourish. Annie strikes a pose.

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

"Not a devil, I'm not a devil!" "Oh no, I'm dead, I'm gone... aaahhhh, aahhh"

H I

Rambling is below as per usual!

Click at the bottom for a bonus art, the stand alone art for each of the characters in this piece and two poems. Yes, TWO whole poems! Pretty shitty ones at that. I quickly typed them into the file for the background to capture the vibes from the OG MV. That's how elaborate this one was.

Hey! It's me again. Sorry for going silent for so long, life and stuff got in the way. I got a job, but I didn't last long in it because I didn't pass the trial period. So here I am popping back in with an elaborate art piece loosely related to the paracosm with the main duo, the Jellyfish Duo.

Here's the music video this is inspired from by the way

There's a reason why I picked out which Miku the two would cosplay as for the Bit.

SpongeBob ended up with the slutty Deco27 Miku because it reminds me of how he sees himself as well as the fallen imagery. He plays the good guy in his show and even everyone sees him as a good person (Angel), but he sees himself as a bad person and actor because he thinks that it's his fault that acting out some bad/not so great episodes lead to forsaking the Nation into being raided by Weblings who took their reaction too far. It's also because he was at his peak during his golden age before "taking the fall" (being a black angel instead of white). Hence the fallen angel

Lusamine gets PinocchioP's Miku for obvious reasons. She plays the villain who happens to wear white, and hides a dirty secret behind the clean reputation. The less obvious reason is that the lyrics for White Devil Miku fit her paracosm counterpart, especially the "I'm not a devil!" bits (they'd sound like it's her insisting she's not "Her"/The Persona and pleading people to not see her That Way™). She doesn't want to be seen as a devil, she doesn't even WANT to be the devil. But she has to play the part in order for the game to move forward. "So sayeth the devil," even sounds like the rolcists stamping the label on her without taking another look at the actress and giving her another chance.

"Smile and play the part," just reminds of the paracosm in general, everyone has to play a part of their story just to exist. It could also fit SpongeBob because he has to play the part of an angel.

Bonus art

A chart :>

A jokey version of the chart (people said SpongeBob is the hot one as a joke because of this art work)

The stand alone art works of the characters in the "Not a devil" piece

Some additional notes:

• SpongeBob's wand is a spatula in the heart shape

• I really could have drawn SpongeBob in a, ahem, more modest outfit, but I thought it was funny to put him in a suggestive one. Plus, I somehow made his legs look really good, so now I HAD to play for the bit.

• Lusamine's outfit is based on Kartana, the origami Ultra Beast. I think it became a running gag or bit where she'd cosplay an ultra beast even if she didn't mean to. A friend even imagined that she has a wardrobe full of UB-themed outfits

• I could not for the life of me add in the wings on their back. So what I did to make up for it is them sitting on their respective jellyfishes. They're both shinies too, both to go well with their colour schemes and just to match in general.

• Their "mini me"s floating by them are based on their jellyfish forms

• I know that this piece would fit a different pairing better if it were to be a smaller crossover (like Squidward being the devil to SpongeBob's angel or Cynthia being the angel to Lusa's devil), but crack platonic ship duo who are obsessed with jellyfishes...

• SpongeBob's sun is based on Mr. Sun from the Best day ever episode

• Lusamine's moon is basically the moon logo from Pokémon Moon. What I did to achieve that look is pretty much cheating. I basically looked for the og picture, copy and pasted it onto the file, cropped out the unnecessary bits, and then colored over the logo in another layer. I got lazy, okay.

Ah! Before I forget, the poems!! Some of their bits are hidden behind the characters, so I'll just copy and paste them here.

For Lusamine's side:

The unfortunate actress, so young yet so unlucky

Ignorant to the core, glad to be born

She plays a part with a heart so murky

And pays the price for the flesh she worn

Darker and dark have her days gone by

As she bid her rights good bye

On set, her mouth left her with a scorn

Off stage, hell awaits her in full

Now she regrets being born

For her script played her like a fool

For SpongeBob's side:

The fallen actor, how sleek, how serious.

Once youthful, once a prodigy.

Sad to say his episodes became nefarious.

Now his nation and his life turn into a tragedy.

One by one, his comrades die.

As they look at death in the eye.

One neighbor taken, another hung twice over.

Of course it left him wailing.

He directed his final act with a game over.

But he can't, for everyone wants him to keep sailing.

[dumjokes]

Ronin x a magical girl reader :p something like magical girl raising project if you ever seen it, love ronins pretty princess

Hihi! Thanks for the request! I haven't seen magical girl raising project but I looked up clips on Tiktok to try to get a understanding! I hope you enjoy it!

Sidenote: I might add more to this, I'm currently sick so it's not as long as I'd want it to be.

She/her pronouns used!! And just fill in the blank on some parts!

||RONIN BEAUFORT X READER||

Ronin thought he knew almost everything about his Writer Darlin', but he just found out he doesn't! She really did surprise him in the best ways especially since he just saw her transformation.

The color ______ that shined and circled around Y/n somehow adding clothes to her body?

Beautiful, what's even more beautifully done is the fact that his darling just helped him with his daily rounds of murder.

"Darling, that's a cute outfit! Are you going to keep killing people with kindness?" He asks looking at her outfit, the cutesy outfit she just transformed into was a __insert color__, and in her hands was a __insert weapon here___.

"You keep impressing me, Darlin'!" He chuckles, looking at her weapon of choosing.

"I can't believe you never told me you were magic!" He teases, putting a hand on her head messing up the magical hairstyle she had gained with the transformation.

"Haha! Some secrets keep relationships entertaining!" She responds back, laughing. Using her weapon on their newest victim, every swing gives way to another devastating crunch and snap of their bones, her magic starts helping her by increasing the damage.

Making the victims fatal injury worse, blood splatters on her outfit and to Ronin she looks absolutely divine covered in blood.

"Looking good Darlin', you should be covered in blood more often." He playfully whispers into her ear from behind, his 6'1 height towering over her. His arms wrapping around her shoulders as they stare at the body.

"Wanna find some other asshole to kill? Or do you wanna go home?" He asks, his arms still secured around her shoulders, as he places a kiss on her head. It's a comfortable peace for the both of them, as he guides them away.

"Either works!" She replies enthusiastically, her hand grabbing his arm and leaning onto him, dropping her weapon letting it float, as they slowly walk away from their freshest sin. Her weapon slowly floating behind them before disappearing Into nothingness.

[shytastemakerthing]

I saw that your match ups were open and wanted to give it a shot. May I request a romantic twst matchup? I’m a Implagender omniromantic person that usually struggles a lot with my identity and personality, I’m south East Asian with tanned skin, dark maroon colored jellyfish cut, (but I usually put my bangs in a similar way like Haruka from pjsk cause I like putting on cute hair clips and head accessories). I’m usually pretty quiet around everyone but those I’m close to, I’m pretty loud and outgoing when I’m with people I get along with. I like to draw, play violin, cook, bake, and sew a lot. I’m really good with kids and bunch of other household tasks and I’ve done a lot of babysitting + doing a bunch of commissions for drawing and sewing things to earn extra money for myself since my family isn’t well off it also adds work experience I can put on resumes for the future. I’m pretty decent in school, although recently I’ve been doing a bit terrible since my motivation for school is going down and only finish stuff I feel like is easy/quick to complete. My love language is words of affirmation plus acts of service. I’m also really into fashion (specifically agejo hime and rokku gyaru + Ouji Fashion as well) and I love styling outfits. I want to become a kindergarten teacher in the future, and I’ve also composed a few songs on violin.

Hello! I'm so sorry that it has taken me this long to finally get back to answering these! Thank you so much for your patience!

Now, onto our match up!!

I match you with.......

Lilia Vanrouge

🦇 Okay, look, someone has to be able to ame care of the Diasomnia family and make sure none of then get killed because of Lilia's cooking and here you come in like an angel sent from above!

🦇 No, seriously, they all love you, they live your cooking, Malleus especially loves hearing you okay your violin (as someone who also plays violin), he finds it rather comforting, and he is extremely happy that Lilia has found someone after so long.

🦇 The fact that you love children has Lilia falling even harder for you. He has Silver, and while it took him some time to get used to raising a child, liking children, let alone one that was human, after fighting in a war essentially most of his life and seeing how you are so easily able to care for others, how you are with children, how it just comes so naturally to you? He feels his heart swell and warm up at the sight. It also makes him wonder how different things could have been without the war and all. But, what's done is done.

🦇 Okay, back to the happy. He LOVES seeing you interact with children. How they always are so quick to warm up to you, the smile you have on your face and thr laughter? He smiles every time.

🦇 As for motivation? Who better than Lilia? Between raising Silver, training he and Sebek as knights, taking care of Malleus, Lilia knows his way around how to best keep someone motivated. Are some of his methods out there?........ most likely. But he really does mean well and everyone can see that.

🦇 If words of affirmation are what you need, then words of affirmation you will be getting. From the moment that you get up to the moment you go to bed, he will be sparing nothing. You have woken up many times with a simple rose near you with a heart felt letter or even a hand written poem about all the things he loves about you. And acts of service is something he does in his day to day life as it is and it only intensifies when he is with you.

🦇 Now, Lilia is rather old, meaning he has seen a lot of fashion come and go throughout the centuries, and he has worn and tried out many of them. If you ever want him to model, feel free and ask him, but also expect him to send out a flirtatious remark or two. But he absolutely loves this either way. Meaning he will also help supply any materials you may need. You'll never run out again.

🦇 Money is not an issue with him, and even if so, he basically raised Malleus. Malleus sees you as a parental figure. As soon as he catches and kind of money and financial issues, literally the issues will evaporate.

🦇 Overall, bat dad can and will provide. He will help you through it all, and give you as many affirming words that you will need, he will help you with modeling your clothes at time just to see that smile on your face. Just save Diasomnia from his cooking and all will be well

[fourseasonsfigs]

Wahaha Couple

I'm back from vacation, (mostly) recovered from jet lag, and am here with this adorable set.

The inspiration for these figs is Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan's dual Word of Honor endorsement for the yogurt drink company Wahaha. Specifically, these pictures of each of them in their iconic show colors:

I love these pics, they look so fresh and bright! Here's a few more from this series:

Alright, I'd better stop before I use up my picture max limit!

No wait, just a couple more, since these were all done during the promotional period for Word of Honor:

Pretty great! Those were such good times.

These two gentlemen arrived in perfect condition. I was a little worried about Zhehan's white rose, I'm not gonna lie.

Please ignore the shadows under their chins - the light wasn't great when I took pics of these two. Their chins, like the rest of their faces, are flawless!

Junjun's little pose and smile here are just perfection!

Zhehan's flower, of course, is from a 2016 interview where, when prompted by the interviewer, he said that while he had never given anyone flowers or been the one to confess love to someone, if he would in the future, it would be with a white rose.

You might have to scroll back up (I did) to see the rather unique hemline on Zhehan's jacket. It has this double layer in the back and then is asymmetrical in the front.

We have a good shot here of Zhehan's spiky buzz cut hair vs Gong Jun's sleeker look.

While the figs arrived in perfect condition, they do not stand up on their own at all. Onto fig stands they immediately went!

Zhehan with his white rose is so cute. Both of these poses are delightful!

This is a great shot to see the detail on their outfits, and also that asymmetrical side of Zhehan's suit jacket.

This fig maker also always adds both of their beauty marks on their ears.

The rose came pre-installed, thank goodness. I did not want to have to try to wrangle that fragile flower into his hand.

She did a fantastic job with Zhehan's hair here!

You can definitely see the inspiration for these figs on the box card art. I love these cards - this seller really puts a lot of thought and care into design.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 495

Scene Count: 31*

Rating: Couple of the Century!

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*You may have noticed this count has been hovering at 31 for some time, and you may be wondering, are we ever going to get any more scenes? Yes we are! They are definitely coming, and they are CUTE. I will post a new one soon!

[shariefaerie]

Ranking the doll lines I collect

I was rearranging some of my dolls last night and got to thinking about between all the lines I collect, how I rank them in order of favorites. so I decided to do that! As a disclaimer this is going to be 100% biased and completely based on my own preferences, so don't be mad if your favorite is my least (and I mean least in the relative sense, since I still like them and collect them actively)

Im not counting lines I only have 1 or 2 dolls from, so LPS Blythe and OMG Fierce won't be ranked, I'm also not going to count animal figures, so LPS and the LOL pets are out, they're just not dolls! along the same I'm also not going to count the lil' sisters, they're technically dolls sure but they're tiny and don't really have any fashion elements.

I'll also be spliting lines into separate collections based on how I view them personally, which may be quite arbitrary. for example monster high g1 and g3 will be counted separately. as well as LOL OMG and the Tweens, but I'm ranking bratz 2001 and 2010 the same.

Last note, the images I include aren't all full collections, just some highlights.

So before I get to ranking them these are the lines I'm considering:

Monster High g1

Monster High g3

Bratz

Cave Club

Rainbow High

Shadow High

Pinkie Cooper

LOL Surprise

LOL Tweens

LOL OMG

Now onto the ranking!

Coming in at number 10 is Cave Club!

I will start out by saying these dolls have my absolute FAVORITE body mold, the thick legs are everything. I love their whole concept, but the poly hair, cheap fabric fashions, and color island accessories really lessen them to me. I didn't actually intent to collect these dolls, but I found the entire first line at goodwill for 8 bucks and decided to take a chance. Overall I'm very happy I did, they have a lot of potential I wish they'd lived up to. maybe some day I'll reroot them all and give them bespoke outfits, maybe.

Number 9 is Monster High g1!

This is what I think may be controversial, but since getting into g3 and comparing them to other dolls of the same style I have, there's a lot they lack for me. I love the array of characters, the unique theme-ing, and I have a lot of appreciation for what they did for the fashion doll industry overall, but they do have a lot of classic mattel issues. For one their bodies are soooo fragile and if you have one of the coveted GoLd ElAsTiC bodies good luck getting it to hold a pose ever, at all. the later releases did fix that but even then the fashions have always been pretty cheaply made and the glue seepage issue... speaks for itself. They do have a special place in my heart, but I would burn them all in a heartbeat to save some other entries on this list...

Number 8 is LOL Surprise!

These dolls are fully plastic, 90% of the time are Surprise packaged (who would have guessed????) and their articulation is bad, yes I know they're tiny, I don't expect knees elbows wrists from them, but they literally, cannot, sit. Those are my only complaints! I love their adorable little styles, they're just so darling to me! their little color change and water features I think also help make up for some of their faults as well, not because I use them at all, but I really appreciate the thought that went into the designs and the secret designs that appear with color change. it adds a lot to the play value. and part of what I appreciate about doll lines is how much they consider the play value to their main demographic, kids. (looking at you, Barbara color reveal)

Number 7 is Pinkie Cooper!

Oh Pinkie, you flew too close to the sun, the world just wasn't ready for you. They're so darling, the body blushing is such a lovely touch, but their fashions just never really landed for me, they were quite floofy. They would make an amazing come back, I think the world is ready now, bring me the dog dolls.

Number 6 is our queen Rainbow High!

Whaaaat??? I'm also surprised to see them so far down the list, but despite their amazing articulation, attention to details, fashions, and GORGEOUS INSET EYES, I think im just a bit tired of the monochrome look, purple hair... purple dress.... ground breaking.

Number 5, middle of the list! It's LOL Tweens.

At this point going forward the margin of favoritism between lines is VERY thin. i absolutely love the tweens, their styles are amazing, the quality is top tier. they're almost perfect, but they are quite a bit smaller than other dolls, so sharing their clothes is hard!

Number 4 is Monster High g3

The Monster High team took all the g1 issues into account when designing these, and came out with some fantastic dolls. Their bodies are more substantial than the g1s, the body diversity is better too, though I wish Draculaura was actually plus sized, since people decided to be mad about her anyways. Now I specifically said the Monster High team learned from g1, not Mattel, as they unfortunately suffer from some pretty bad mattel-isms. Several characters have poly hair and their fabric quality is still noticeably cheap, I also have opinions on g3 clawdeen, but I'll get into those later at some point, and no it's not about how she's "not a Fierce lesbian" anymore before anyone gets it twisted. (ok ill get into it now, it's gross they gave her poly hair and I think her design got focus grouped waaaaaayyyyy too much and she's not got much of a personality in her design anymore. shes very cute! I just wish they'd committed better.)

Oh also these are the dolls I'd burn g1 for, sorry but g3 does have my heart.

Number 3! LOL OMG

what can I say about these gorgeous ladies that hasn't been said? the fashions are top notch, they commit SO HARD to every theme, and they consistently make stunning, gorgeous, amazing women, no notes. Okay 1 note, miss direct was... a choice. if they had better knee articulation they'd probably be even higher, but their click knees are a bit of a joke.

NUMBER 2 electric boogaloo SHADOW HIGH!

Now these are everything Rainbow High is on its best day AND MORE, it's hard to put into words how much I love these ladies. the faces, fashions, EVERYTHING. They've has 0 flops, 0 misses, and they just keep getting better and better. in fact there was only one thing keeping them from number 1, and of course that thing is....

NOSTALGIA!

Meaning my number 1 is of course the BRATZ!!!

OOOOOH, BRATZ! listen nobody has ever done it like they do, they ran barbie over in the FM cruiser and walked so monster high could run (who then in turn was overtaken by shadow high, nature is beautiful) The fashions, faces, shit ton of characters, and my mom not letting me have them making them the forbidden desire I held for so long, makes them my number 1 doll line. If I could only collect one line it would be them. Sure their articulation is terrible, and none of their rebrand were particularly successful, but they are and will always be everything to me.

wow, that's a lot of words! if you made it through this post. thanks for reading, id love to see anyone else's collection rankings, how do you feel about mine? Do you agree? Do you disagree? Do you feel burning rage at me for where I put your favorite line? Let me know, or don't, I'm fragile.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 34 - Overwhelmed. Episode 2.

-------- Andy's point of view--------

The 25th of September 2015.

Andy: My hands were clammy, sweaty palms. I was back stage, for the first time in over a year!… Almost 2 years to be exact. And I was about to go live in about 2 minutes!! My producer had called me a week ago, telling me she had been offered to put me on a live music talk show, as the girl, some new musician had cancelled, so now there were an spot open. The producer of the show, was apparently a fan of D.A.P, my old band, and had called my producer to hear if I was available. She had spent about 15 minutes trying to convince the man, that I was on extended vacation, or taking some time off so to speak. But as he had kept insisting, my producer, had been so kind to sign me up for it. After all, I mostly just had to sit and talk, answer a few questions, and maybe play a couple of songs. That was it. I should be able to handle that. Right? As my producer had said 'you need to slowly start getting out there Andy, or you will never get the guts to return.' I guess she was right. Standing here, made me beyond nervous! The only comfort was, that my manager at least had 'managed' to reserve space for Congo, Evan, Daniel, Sparkle AND Gizmo in the audience. And she had assured me I would be able to see all of them, from where I was supposed to sit during the interview. However, she had made it clear to me, I should probably still keep low on being married, and especially being gay. For my own sake, as any bad publicity could maybe make me fall back in a bad mental state. We both agreed I did not need to add more fuel to the fire. I had quickly shook hands with the producer and the interviewer, a woman named Sandra. She seemed nice at least. So now, all that was left, was some heavy breathing before my name was announced.

Sandra: Welcome to Andy Cullman!

Andy: FUCK!! There goes my cue… I shook my head, took another deep breath, and threw a smile on my face, started slow running onto the small stage, quickly throwing myself casually down in the red couch next to the red chair Sandra was sitting in.

Sandra: Welcome, handsome! She smiled warm and friendly

Andy: I nodded politely and threw her a cheeky smile Thank you, beautiful I winked

Sandra: Oh my… still great charisma I see she smiled flirtatiously back

Andy: I chuckled hoarse, and smiled my usual cheeky half smile Yeah, I guess not much have changed?

Sandra: Chuckled softly I guess not? Well, of course there's the obvious…. she pointed at my pink hair with a pen in her hand I don't think we have ever seen THAT color on you before?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse as the audience laughed No… I can't say you have.

Sandra: She pointed up and down of me And your outfit? It somehow seems more… down to earth? Where is the bright color palette of clothes you used to wear?

Andy: I looked down myself a bit and chuckled hoarse Well, Sandra… I just thought it was about time to wear clothes that actually match in color I chuckled hoarse No… I guess I grew up a bit? I smiled softly

Sandra: Ah… I guess we all have to do that some day?

Andy: I smiled warmly and let my eyes travel searching through the crowd, smiling even warmer as I noticed Congo and the others, connecting my eyes with his a few seconds before I turned my head to Sandra again and smiled softly

Sandra: So what have you been up to in this past 1.5 years since you broke up D.A.P? It was you who broke it up, right?

Andy: I nodded agreeing That's correct. I have just been taking some time off, trying to regroup I guess?

Sandra: There was some rumors you came down with a depression?

Andy: I nodded again Yes, I did. But I'm doing much better.

Sandra: She smiled friendly That's nice to hear. Any advice to anyone out there in the same situation?

Andy: Uh… yeah I smiled shyly take each day at a time, I guess…. don't feel bad if there's days you can't get out of bed, or do the things you used to, don't be afraid to take the time it takes for you to heal. And never give up. It does get better. Seek help. Help is important. Whether it's your partner, a shrink or a friend… And when you find that person to lean on, don't be afraid to really lean.

Sandra: She smiled softly That sounds like a great advice. It sounds like you have really grown indeed.

Andy: I smiled softly Thank you.

Sandra: So, there were also some rumors you were in a relationship a while back. And I think there even were a paparazzi picture of you, holding hands with someone with long black hair? (It was A, but on the picture you couldn't see if it was a man or a woman)

Andy: I tried to cover a small frown, and sighed softly That is correct as well.

Sandra: So is that still on? Have you finally put your wild life behind you and decided to settle down?

Andy: I cleared my throat, and started feeling a bit uncomfortable Uh… yeah… I nodded softly I did put the wild life behind me… and the black haired… person… was actually the reason why I decided to break off the band… or one of the main reasons alongside my mental state. We were engaged to be married.

Audience: Ohhhhhh

Andy: I half smiled a bit sad

Sandra: Oh, so that didn't work out?

Andy: I chuckled sarcastically No. It did not.

Sandra: May I ask why, or is that private?

Andy: It's very private.

Sandra: I can't help but feel you getting a bit tense. So I assume she hurt you?

Andy: Yes… she did. She broke my heart.

Audience: Awwwww

Andy: I looked up at Congo with flickering eyes, his eyes met me in a soothing way, so I took a deep breath and pressed the tears back. I wasn't gonna cry on live TV… that's for sure!

Sandra: She smiled softly I'm very sorry to hear that. So what did you do to comfort yourself after the break up?

Andy: I sang a lot.

Sandra: Would you care to play one of the songs, you used to sing after it ended?

Andy: I felt beyond uncomfortable, but I couldn't exactly say no. I just had to play along, so I nodded softly

Sandra: She nodded at a small stage few meters from where we were sitting. On the stage was a nice dimmed yellow spotlight, a piano, a few guitars, a drum set and a bass If you mind taking the stage?

Andy: I smiled uncomfortable towards my little group, and walked slowly towards the stage, feeling like I was gonna get a panic attack on live TV… fuck!!! I stepped up on the small stage, sitting down on a bar stool, and grabbed the acoustic guitar leaning against it.

Sandra: So this will be your first time singing on TV with you real voice, and not the Whiskey voice you used to sing with in D.A.P, right?

Andy: I nodded softly and smiled a bit nervous

Sandra: Smiled softly Whenever you're ready….

Andy: I sank deep, and wished I had never agreed to come! I wasn't ready for this! Far from! And then I saw Sparkle and Daniel get up from their seats. I looked at them questioning as they walked down to the stage and joined me, Sparkle next to me on a chair, picking up another acoustic guitar, and smiled at me softly. Daniel disappearing somewhere behind me, and as I turned to look at him, he nodded at me with a soothing smile, as if he wanted to tell me they were right there with me, so everything would be okay. GOD! Do I have the best friends or what? I smiled nervously at Sparkle as she leaned towards me

Sparkle: In a hushed voice only her and I could hear I was prepared for this, just in case… let's play 'mean'? Daniel is rehearsed, he can easily follow…

Andy: I smiled at her thankfully Thank you.

Sparkle: She smiled softly I'll start… you just join in when you're ready… okay?

Andy: I nodded softly and started playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asKaiRpW0Z4&index=27&list=PLB0A54526DAB9CF4E And I have to admit, by the end of the song, we both had to try not to smile too big. It was a success… and very fitting.

Sandra: As the song was over she waved her hands for me to get back over to her in the couch, so I quickly returned after planting a small kiss on Sparkles cheek. So that is quite a nice voice you have when it's not all hoarse from Whiskey and cigarettes She smiled warmly

Andy: Thank you I smiled politely

Sandra: So did you also put the alcohol and smoking on a shelf?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse No, I do still smoke, although way less… aaaand I also do drink on occasions. The occasions are just a lot less now I chuckled hoarse

Sandra: Smiled friendly That's nice. Congratulations on shaping up.

Andy: Thank you I smiled cheekily

Sandra: So, that ex of yours. She doesn't sound like a nice person, if you dedicated that song to her?

Andy: I half smiled softly Ehh…

Sandra: Who ended it?

Andy: Erhm… I guess it was a mutual thing. But mainly it happened as I stopped replying. I stopped going back for more emotional torture. I guess.

Sandra: That sounds harsh.

Andy: I nodded softly It was.

Sandra: And it also added to the depression I guess?

Andy: I nodded again Yes, unfortunately it did. I was very low for a while.

Sandra: So you would call it an abusive relationship?

Andy: Yes, both mentally and physically.

Sandra: Oh? So she hit you? It's not every day you hear about a man getting hit by a female, although it does happen quite often. I guess it's just more of a taboo, since men are supposed to be the strong sex?

Andy: No, I wasn't hit per say. But other abusive things happened.

Sandra: Anything you care to share?

Andy: No, it's private, and I prefer to keep this particular relationship as much out of the media as possible.

Sandra: So, you had help before, singing the Taylor Swift song… if you were to take that stage again, and sing another song, you used to sing back then… after the breakup… but this time alone… would you do it, or turn us down?

Andy: I looked at her with an intense glare, but sighed softly and got back up, hesitating few seconds before I walked back up on the small dimmed stage, afraid to look at my gang this time, as I felt it would most certainly make the tears flow. So I took a deep breath, and sat down on the chair, looking at Sandra nervously, clearing my voice softly before speaking into the microphone Is there anyone in here who can play the violin? I pointed at a small violin on a little table to my left side

Sandra: Looked around the studio a bit questioning, and spoke a bit louder than normal, for everyone to hear Is there anyone in here who can play the violin? Anyone?

Andy: A man came out from backstage and smiled softly at her, and told her he had played violin since he was a kid. And as he made his way up to the stage, I asked him if he could play the song I had in mind. We quickly agreed on how he were supposed to play it, and as he sat down on a chair a bit behind me, I took a deep breath, and so I started: A song I had feared ever singing again, as it had caused me much emotional pain in the past…. my past with A. But I decided to put my whole heart into it… all the past pain, sorrow, anger, frustration, love and despair. And along the lines hoping he wasn't out there, watching. Not that he was a person to watch a lot of TV… but maybe M or Sirius would flick the channels and see me? Maybe they would pass the news of me being in TV? No, M wouldn't want to pass that info to her dad… and I'm sure Sirius wouldn't either… but Marius perhaps. At least out of the joy of hearing me sing, thinking it was happy news to share. I always loved his innocence. As the song was over, I took a few deep breaths, and half smiled up at my gang, thanking the violin guy, Robert. And quickly made my way back to the couch, sipping a glass of water there had been standing in front of me.

Sandra: Wauw… I think it's safe to say you blew us all away!

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and sipped some more water

Sandra: Your voice is really powerful, and it's nice to hear you can still do some of those deep sexy tones. Not to mention, you really know how to put your heart and soul into it.

Andy: Thank you I smiled softly

Sandra: So what about now? Are you all healed up? It sounded like it was a bad relationship for you, so I'm sure it was for the best you got out of it. But how about the wounds? Are they all healed?

Andy: I sighed deeply and rubbed my hands nervously Do we ever get over lost love?

Sandra: Tilted her head a bit I guess not?

Andy: I kept looking at her, hoping the question would go away

Sandra: So you're still in love with this girl?

Andy: I shook my head confidently No.

Sandra: So you're glad it's over?

Andy: Yes.

Sandra: And the wounds are healed?

Andy: Not all of them. But most of them.

Sandra: She smiled softly I guess all healing takes time?

Andy: I nodded softly It most certainly do. But I have moved on.

Sandra: She smiled warmly So there is someone else in your life?

Andy: I nodded softly and half smiled There most certainly is.

Sandra: Oh she leaned a bit forwards on her chair So who's the lucky girl?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse

Sandra: Pointed with her pen at my hands Is that an engagement ring I see?

Andy: I blushed lightly and wiggled my finger gently As a matter of fact, it's a wedding ring*

Audience: Wooooooh!

Sandra and I both laughed softly

Sandra: It sounds like the audience is happy on your behalf, although I'm sure you just crushed half a million hearts out there in the living rooms she winked at me and chuckled softly So how long have you two been married?

Andy: Uhm… that's classified I chuckled hoarse and sipped my water, once again hoping the question would disappear, and this time it seemed to work

Sandra: Ahh, she prefers to stay out of the spotlight?

Andy: I nodded softly Yes.

Sandra: Right. So now we have heard the pain you have felt inside. What do you say to maybe sharing one with us, dedicated to the new woman in your life? Let's give it up for one for your wife.

Audience: Claps there hands

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and stood up, more confident this time Alright chuckled cheekily it sounds like you only brought me here to squeeze songs out of me.. but I'll bite the hook one more time! I chuckled cheekily all the way to the stage and sat down on my chair, smiling softly at Congo as I grabbed the acoustic guitar once again, and spoke warmly into the microphone This happened to be the song I dedicated on our wedding day… I smiled softly at Congo again, and felt warm inside as he smiled back warmly. And so I started playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIj07LL57RA&index=27&list=PL0BD69368AB943C89 The song made my mood rise, and along that my temperature. I felt alive, in love, basking in happy memories of our wedding night. How I had made the song play while we walked down the garden path that lead to the spot where we got married. On a big wall, I had made a slideshow run, fitting to the song, with pictures of me and Congo. It was safe to say a few tears had fallen from Congo's eyes as we hand in hand had watched the slide show, and as the music had dimmed a bit, the ceremony had taken place, and we were married by the time the song had passed. It was the most beautiful night of my life. falling rose petals as we had kissed, sealing the marriage and our mate bond. Making it unable for any intruders to break. I was both relieved and happier than I had ever been, my whole life. I was proud, proud to be Andy Shaw. Married to a man I loved deeper than anyone before him. And he loved me back. In the same depth. Whole hearted.

Sandra: As the song was over, both the audience and her gave me standing ovations. And as I joined her back at the couch, it was clear to see she had tears in her eyes, and as I chuckled hoarse, skimming my eyes over the audience, I saw a few girls who looked exactly like Sandra in their eyes… and so did my husband I think it's safe to say you have touched our hearts tonight, Andy.

Andy: I chuckled hoarse It sure looks like.

Sandra: I can't help but feel i just need to know who the lucky girl is, or I simply wont be able to rest for days. She smiled secretive Could it possible be the beautiful girl who joined you on the stage on the firt song? It looked like you two had a good chemestry…

Andy: I smiled softly and nodded Yes… we do have a good chemistry. We have known each other since we were kids. And she's the best female friend I ever had. Plus we did share some feelings in the past. However, it's not her.

Audience: Awwwww

Sandra: And you're not leading us on? You are telling the truth?

Andy: Yes, I am telling the truth. I'm sorry to disappoint, but it's not her.

Sandra: Anyone we know?

Andy: I blushed lightly as my eyes happened to brush over Congo, and land on Evan, and I quickly looked away, afraid I had somehow become transparant and people would be able to read my mind No… no one you know.

Sandra: And it's no one in the audience?

Andy: No. *My eyes tried their best to escape somewhere so I didn't have to look directly at her when I heard my lie jump off my lips.

Sandra: Seems like you're dodging my question?

Andy: No, I just don't like being put on the spot.

Sandra: So you're telling the truth?

Andy: I looked at her and frowned lightly

Sandra: Well, I have to ask, since you in the past have been known for sometimes… decorating the truth a bit.

Andy: I grunted deeply

Sandra: Isn't that correct?

Andy: I started feeling a panic attack press on. Sweat started gathering on my palms and my forehead. My heart was racing. I felt like running of that stage and all the way home. I felt dry in my mouth. It was getting harder to breath.

Sandra: If you don't wanna share a name, how about a haircolor, eyecolor?

Andy: Brown…

Sandra: Ahh I see… so anyone out there with brown eyes and hair? She turned towards the audience and smiled encouraging

Girl in Audience: Me me me!!

Sandra: Chuckled softly Is she the one?

Andy: No. I shook my head softly and looked at the floor, I just needed this to be over. Once again I felt the tears press in my eyes, and I did not feel like facing neither Sandra, the cameras or Congo. I knew it must have been uncomfortable for him too.

Another girl in the audience* MEEEE!!

Sandra: Chuckled softly seems like you have a lot of wives out there Andy. Tell us, is she the lucky one?

Andy: It was so hard to fight the tears back, I felt dizzy and scared, like I was literally gonna get a heartattack or choke

Congo: Andy… his voice was warm and loving

Andy: I looked up at him and couldn't believe my eyes as he slowly got up from his chair and walked to the mid isle Will you please come up here?

Andy: I looked at him confused

Congo: Nodded softly in an encouraging way, and reached his hand towards me

Audience: Many people started mumbling between each other, and Sandra looked at me questioning

Congo: Please… he shook his hand lightly towards me, and made a 'come here' movement with it

Andy: I hesitated a few seconds, then stood up slowly, hesitating a few seconds more, before I with quick steps walked up the stairs to him and stopped only cm's from him

Congo: He smiled at me lovingly, and before I could get to ask if he was sure, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around me, and kissed me passionately

Audience: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!!!

Andy: I couldn't help but smile and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. I could hardly believe it was real…. we were kissing…. on live TV!!!! It made butterflies race in my stomach

Sandra: Well that was a surprise! She laughed warmly and started clapping, and the audience quickly joined in

Andy: I started laughing, so I pulled away and blushed brightly, chuckling shyly as I noticed everyone starring directly at us, smiling and clapping

Sandra: Come on down here you two!

Andy: I looked at Congo hesitating and grabbed his hand, dragging him down to sit beside me in the couch, not letting go of his hand

Sandra: Dimmed the audience and turned to us with a big smile So congratulations you two.

Andy: I nodded politely and blushed a bit Thank you.

Congo: Nodded politely as well, and game my hand a little squeeze

Sandra: So… I gotta stake the obvious now… he's a man?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and blushed bright red Yeah… he is… I looked at Congo with a bright smile

Sandra: So, you're bisexual?

Andy: I blushed even more, if possible, and took a deep shaky breath No… I'm… gay… I'm gay….

Audience: Gasped

Sandra: Okay… so I guess this is your comming out?

Andy: I guess so? I smiled shyly at her

Sandra: So you just woke up one day and decided you were gay?

Andy: I frowned softly No. I have been so all my life.

Sandra: But you used to be such a ladies man?

Andy: Congo softly squeezed my hand again, which gave me confidence, soI decided to try to get the best out of it, threw her a cheeky smile Well, the ladies still love me Sandra… and I'm still very much a skirt chaser… now the skirts just sit on men instead I chuckled cheekily and bit my bottom lip in a flirtatious way

Sandra: Oh my! chuckled softly you sure still know how to charm.

Andy: I grinned wide

Sandra: So tell me, how did you two meet?

Andy: Well, we have known each other almost 11 years, and been best friends just as long.

Audience: Awwwwwwww

Andy: I chuckled softly We just happened to bump into eachother at a bar one night.

Sandra: And was it love at first sight?

Andy: Clearly, Sandra, it wasn't for me, I was in denial of my sexuality most of my life. But for Congo it was.

Audience: Awwwwwwww

Sandra: Looked at Congo with a curious smile So you were in love with him for nearly 11 years before Andy fianlly returned the feelings?

Congo: Nodded softly Yes.

Audience: Awwwwwwwww

Sandra: That must have been hard?

Congo: It was. But it was worth it all when I got him in the end he picked up my hand and planted a soft kiss on the back of it

Audience: Awwwwwwww

Sandra: Well you do look very much in love. Both of you.

Andy: I nodded softly and smiled at Congo as he nodded agreeing

Sandra: So how did you fall for him Andy?

Andy: I smiled softly I guess I just finally saw him in the right light?

Auience: Awwwwwwwww!!

Sandra: Chuckled softly Well, you sure have both the audience and I feeling warm in our hearts. So… tell me… is there any plans for the future, any new cd's coming up? A tour perhaps? Are you planning on starting a new band?

Andy: I sighed softly So far there is no plans. But that does not mean I wont be back. I just haven't figured out when it will happen, or how. But I think I mostly lean towards a solo career. I have done some cover songs I have posted on youtube over the ast 1.5 years. And I plan to do more of those. So far I have been helping Evan write new songs to his new band, and polished off his guitar skills. But beside that I think I will keep my head out of music for a while longer, till I feel my legs are more stable again, so to speak.

Sandra: I see. Well, we thank you very much for coming, and I wish you both the very best in your life, together. May it be a long and happy marriage.

Andy and Congo together: Thank you.

Sandra: Could we ask you to share one more song with us as we run the credits?

Andy: Sure. Anything in particular you would like?

Sandra: Hm… She smiled brightly as she seemed to get an idea I see both Evan and Daniel in the audience? How about they join you on stage for a small reunion?

Andy: I looked a bit questioning at the guys, then Sandra

Sandra: Of course you do your own thing with a cover song, we are aware there will be no more demented, although I;m sure many of us can agree it's a shame?

Audience: Claps agreeing

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and looked at Evan questioning, not knowing if it would be okay for him, Daniel already looking like he was about to run to tehe stage

Evan: He shook his head lightly, chuckled softly and got up, slowly walking to stage, nearly getting ran over by Daniel on the way

Andy: I chuckled warmly

Sandra: Well, someone's in a hurry, huh?

Andy: He always is!

Audience: Laughs loudly

Andy: *I quickly joined them on stage, smiling apologizing at Evan as we all three quickly stuck our heads together and mumbled a couple of seconds, till we agreed on a song we could all play. And so we found our way to our instruments, and started: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rojPMESoiAA&list=PL0BD69368AB943C89&index=51 It felt good being on a stage with both of them again. A feeling I had actually missed. My mood was high. I felt the evening after all had been a great success. And judging by the look of the audience, Sandra, Congo, the camera men and my friends, they all seemed to agree.

[silverfoxusos]

⛄️ as we get closer to christmas, i get exponentially busier, so i’m sorry for making you wait so long to hear from me again 🙃 i’m glad you had some fun with my recommendations! i always get a bit nervous about if people will like them. thanks for the recs on your end too! i’ve been wanting to try and make a playlist that’s all in spanish for awhile, because i have one that’s all in french, so you’re giving me a good little starting place. here’s my thoughts listening through (typed out because i can’t add photos):

gale’s voice is lovely! her sound in the first song reminds me just a bit of this singer called griff that my sister took me to see in concert earlier this year (i hadn’t heard her music before then). killah is definitely going onto one of my playlists! i like that the instrumental is slightly darker and heavier. nubes might have to too, it sounds like it’d be fun to dance to 😊 i don’t actually understand spanish for the most part, i’m just good with bits that are familiar from when i took latin for a couple years back in highschool, so it’s funny for me to be listening and then suddenly hear “fuck”, like oh! that’s a word i know for sure!

the noises at the beginning of mariposas were bouncing around in my brain in such a nice way. this is another one i think would be fun for dancing!

do you have any embarrassing stories from when you were younger? here’s one of mine for equal exchange: in middle school, i used to have cat fights with this girl who was in my friend group, but we weren’t really that close. the thing is, our cat fights were us actually getting on our hands and knees to hiss at and scratch each other 😭 we had no shame, we did this in front of other people… i cringe so hard thinking back on it now, i can’t believe we were just allowed to do that 😭

customary joke: where do skiers go when they run out of cash? the snow bank ⛷❄️

Hii, lovely!! ✨

Don’t worry about it! It’s been hectic these last couple of days the closer we get to Christmas. I feel like I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to do last minute holiday things. 😵‍💫

Awe, no problem! I’m glad you like the recommendations as well! If you ever need more, I gotchu! Mariposas gets stuck in my head constantly so I’m glad someone else enjoys it too!!

The hissing at one another is crazy but also so funny lol. I’ve definitely done some embarrassing things that I’ve tried to forget, but there was definitely one that I can remember! It’s not a singular event, if anything, it was a reoccurring one.

My last year in middle school, before my school district switched to uniforms from K-12, I dressed myself. And because I was very much inspired by one direction and they’re fashion sense in 2012-2013, I tried to imitate them as best I could. I had the multicolored “chinos” and the plaid/striped shirts, colorful Toms, the whole nine yards. I rotated the same, like, 5 outfits every other week without a care in the world. I cringe so hard about it because though the outfits matched and all, the taste wasn’t there lol. My style has changed so much since then that looking back on it, I don’t recognize the Doly that used to wear that stuff. But there’s still a part of me that doesn’t regret it because I had a fun time dressing as the guys that essentially influenced the person that I am today.

I have a question for thee!! Do you have any piercings to tattoos? If not, what would you get if you could?

I have 7 piercings total, all of them on my ears, none on my face. I wanna get a new one next year at some point so we’ll see!! I don’t have any tattoos at the moment, but I know I wanna get a 1d/pokemon/kirby inspired tattoo one day. 🥹

A joke for a joke: What was Santa's favorite subject in school? Chemis-tree!

[withoutmonsterswebecomethem]

Bryn grinned, “I know. Took a masterclass in telling jokes, can you tell?” He looked off to one side, letting another wave of sickness run its course as he swallowed down the waves. He curled his nose a bit when Benny was talking of negating even dark chocolate. Furthermore, he really didn't pay attention to the sweetness. Perhaps because it didn't seem to matter to him. As his career had begged for a lot of movement, the worry of such things was quite insignificant overall. So more sweet, on top of sweet, wasn't at all a big deal. He gave a nod of his head and looked to the other once again when they asked, trying to verify, if he had had pumpkin-shaped marshmallows, “Oh yeah. Back home, old expired foods were all the rage. I don't think they were the purest form of a pumpkin-shaped marshmallow. But, hey, beggars can't be choosers, right?”

Closing his eyes just when Benny was quieting the Be Our Guest song, he raised his eyebrows, “Wow. That sounded, like, fantastic. You ever consider singing regularly?” He teased. Opening his eyes after a moment's silence, hearing Benny's next comment he glances up, thinking about how to respond to that, “So, you want to be called princess, and invited onto a magic carpet ride? Then, you want to go to a whole new world? Huh. Yeah, you are really in your Aladdin era tonight, aren't you?” Though, he had no room to talk, as he had done something similar, himself. Leaving to restart his life somewhere else.

“Oh. It's a small town, you really had to have messed up for everyone to not trust you.” Though he couldn't really remember if there was anything to add to that, as, he had never really tuned in that much on the town gossip. Being a shut-in for the first couple of years, he lived here, recovering. More or less something along those lines. Absently, his hand moved to rub against a scar under his outfit, on his chest. Maybe that's helped him, he thought, in not being so quick to judge these people, with all their problems. Trust issues, being convinced others in the town hated them, and all. “Oh. Well, uhm. Mindy's nice, if you know them? I talk to them a lot. And. Mio. Annisa. Blue.” He was starting to see he didn't have much in the way of friends, though he had known several others around town, “Uh. Addison. Annaki. Dustin. Ava. I met some guy outside a Halloween store recently, he knows about Godzilla, and that was fun.” All very good people to talk to, If you have talked to?”

At the other's comment on his explanation, he gave a nod, “Yes. It really broke her. That whole thing. Yeah, it is.” He grinned at Benny's questioning and leaned up a bit, “Because. I'm a fire demon, she's an ice demon. And she's innocent and good. And I'm…not. There's something broken in me. And I don't want her to have to worry for me.” He made a face, amused by how into this story Benny was getting, “No. We don't. My color theme is black and white, with purple aura. Hers is a teal blue-green, sea foam-like color. Her hair and clothes are this color. She's also shorter than I am. We both have red eyes, though. She would be happier not knowing I'm alive, I guess.” He shrugged and dropped back down, wishing he had siblings or family. But only for a moment, before brushing it off.

"You're so funny," Benny said with a chuckle. It wasn't funny, but the situation was funny though. He didn't mind the humour at all. "Not even with dark chocolate, really, marshmallows are sweet enough already, don't need to put other stuff on it. Just pure pumpkin-shaped marshmallows." He closed his eyes again, bit his underlip, tried to imagine the actual marshmallows, but found that talking about it made him less eager to eat it. He'd be good if didn't have any more marshmallows or sweets. Perhaps he'd eaten too much. "Yeah? You ate them?" he asked.

Another chuckle, then he grinned and started singing in as low a voices as he could muster. "Be my guest, be my guest, put your spirits to the test, blah blah blaah blah, blah bla-bah, something something and the rest." He hummed in response to the suggestion, trying to remember the movie, it had been long ago, and he certainly hadn't seen the live-action version. He just knew the songs. Or at least he knew the best song by heart. He shook his head. "Or someone who likes to be called princess. I'd probably step on a magic carpet too, to be honest. Fly far away from here." He shrugged, still had his eyes closed, if it wasn't for the cold, he could probably doze off. "Also yeah, wouldn't say it's an easy search to find someone who might trust me."

"Others that are nice to talk to? Alright, pretty, name a few, yeah? Talking is always a good start."

"I appreciate the long explanation," he commented. "Though your poor mother... She lost both her kids? That's fucked up." He still had no idea who it was of course, he could barely remember most of the animated shows he'd seen before on the television, the few there were. "Also why would your twin sister not like to know who you are? You probably look alike, right?" Siblings, that was always a touchy subject, it was easier to imagine he was like Aladdin, an only child.

[kiki-sleeps]

From the prompt: "Sometimes I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarden."

Jack Frost x reader 

It was a fresh winter day, the January stereotypical freezy atmosphere. In the crunchy snow, a pair of bare feet could be seen in glittering wonderland, not fazed or even slightly reddened by the cold temperature. The steps they were taking were slow, but no sad aura transpired, just serenity.

The owner of the perfect prints was a white-haired boy, around the age of eighteen. He was humming a melody in the silence of the night, eyes trained on the round silvery moon above his head.

He stopped in a park and with no difficulty climbed on one of the nets that usually sported children upon them instead of spiders, releasing a content sigh. 

As the breath freezed in voluptuous shapes in front of his face, the companion he'd been waiting for stuck out in the white scenery like a sore thumb. 

"Jeez Frost, you couldn't choose a place in spring or autumn, could you?" 

The sarcastic voice came from a girl in a red and orange outfit and hair resembling ardent flames. Currently with goosebumps on her arms, the Spirit of Summer and Guardian of Bravery made her presence known to her counterpart, as if her bright colors weren't enough. 

"Now where's the fun in that? Seeing you trembling is always a pleasure to me."

"Hardy har har, I bet it is, you pile of dirty snow." 

The audible gasp was followed by the creaking sound of the net giving in to the weight of another person. 

"Take that back, you sweaty pile of ash!" 

"Woooow, tonight must really be a bad one for you if that's the only insult you've been able to come up with."

"Alright, I admit that wasn't one of my best come-backs, but that doesn’t mean you've won the war." 

The look he got in return was one he got accustomed to after many shenanigans and quarrels: an arched brow, mouth slightly quirked upwards and a clear aura of superiority exuding from the eyes. In summary, the words were almost written in bold above her head: "yeah, sure, as if. We both know I'm better." 

To this the only answers he ever gave were either a scoff o a victory dance whether he'd actually won the bet.

As of now, he decided with the former and a good old eye roll, just to add drama. 

Shaking her head, the female spirit chuckled and posed the question that had sprouted in her mind ever since he asked her to meet. 

"So? Why did you call me here? You know very well it takes a lot of focus to keep myself warm and not melt your snow in winter." 

The sly smile she knew oh-so-well made its way onto his face and oh boy. This only meant mischief. And consequently punishment from North from disrupting normal life. 

The last time he'd given her that damned smirk, the prank they'd concocted almost resulted in a flood, leading to a very exhausting month of being babysat in training by Bunny. 

The memory of all the push-ups he had made them do, even if she had regarded it useless since they could fly and mostly used their staffs for fighting, was enough for her to shiver. 

"Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Absolutely not. You're not dragging me into this again." 

"Oh come on! Don't be such a spoilsport! And admit it, last time you had as much fun as me, if not more, especially since you were the one to push me until the last second." 

"True, but I most definitely do not wish to be grounded in the North Pole again, which, might I remind you, was absolute torture for me. I'd rather be on a beach in Australia right now!" 

He flailed his hands in the air, picking up his wooden staff with the left foot. 

"Oh so you're saying you'd rather be with the Kangaroo than with me? I swear on my honor-" 

"Honor that's worth less than any chocolate coin." 

"Ouch. I won't comment on that right now but it's noted- anyways, please, trust me, this time it won't be anything dangerous!" 

She made a strangled noise, clearly in doubt. Their adventures had been fun, no denying, but was that enough?

Narrowing her eyes, she stared right at his face, that was making a transparently fake innocent expression. 

"I want a bet then. If you lose and we get caught, I want you to stay a whole week in the hottest place on earth." 

"That's cruel! I'd be melting out there!" 

"An eye for an eye, snowflake. Or are you too chicken?" 

"There's no such thing as a chicken Guardian of Fun. I'm in."

"Great, so-" 

"But- if I win, I want a date." 

The second he said those words, the trickster expected the usual irony out of her. Instead, his eyes widened when she let out a surprised noise, and, even if the blush wasn't visible on her tanned skin, her pressed lips and head turned to the side told him enough about her embarrassment. 

Her confidence faltering was as rare as the rain on a sunny day, and Jack couldn't help but genuinely smile, basking in the action just for him to see. 

Hovering just in front of her, he went closer and sneaked a hand in hers. 

"And…. So?" 

Looking him directly in the ice eyes that she so dearly loved, she squeezed his hand and huffed.

"Fine. Even if you know that you don't have to use bets to take me on dates." 

"Eh, doesn't hurt to have guarantees." 

The shrug and over-confident smirk earned him a playful smack on the arm and a whispered "dork", but she still took off in the air and picked up her own personal magic item, a classic guitar with edges smoothened by the use and the salty air of the sea she usually sang in front of. 

Whenever a moment of idle peace would come upon her, she would zoom to her safe place: a row of rocks diving directly in the sea, perfect to sit and listen to the soothing sound of the waves.

In these special occasions, the presence of her boyfriend was frequent, and it had slowly become an occurrence to stay together to sing or skate in the frozen lake of his favourite woods. 

Now she steadily followed him in the wind, wherever his next prank would get him. 

"So what's the plan?" 

"Ok, we're going to-"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT! HOW COULD YOU NOT THINK IT WOULD EXPLODE!" 

"I didn't know hot and cold could create a reaction like that! It's not like I was ever told!" 

"I could've done that if you only told me what you wanted to do BEFORE asking me to throw a flame at the top of the tank!" 

His grin as they escaped was absolutely insufferable. 

"Well at least we got out of that just fine, right? And I don't think North will ever know about that." 

"God, sometimes I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."

"Only sometimes?" 

"SHUT UP."