#it would be the king . btw❤️

[jadelemonadee]

seabury could’ve won the debate if he had a SQUIP

[voldheart]

Wait wait I just scrolled by a mutual that reblogged your Godseeker-Comic. Is that an AU? Is there more of this? This is so interesting! I have never seen Godseeker turning to be a part of Void. Mostly just always getting killed by it.

I hope you're doing more with this concept in one way or another because this is a really interesting idea!

ouuu thank you 🥺❤️ its not really an au, its more like my interpretation of a continuation to the embrace the void ending!! :D I think most people are not aware that she canonically doesnt die, and take the ending at face value.... its kind of hard to explain for me since even i am not 100% sure what exactly happens lol but i like to think that theyre perpetually linked or fused together in some weird way. and i feel that this result is pretty intentional from both sides.

Godseeker mentions that they seek gods to "clutch at their greatness and immortality", which i assume that with 'clutch' she means that these traits would be shared with the Godseekers through the "Godly focus" thing. And the knight, besides the fact that it proved its strenght against the local strongest beings, it posesses (via the Void Heart) the void under its will, which is literally said to be an "eternal" force that "denies time", ie immortal.

and this union of sorts would be beneficial for the knight as well, as it can go into Holy Beast mode at just about anytime it wants, which is a really awesome powerup if u ask me. That and also (in my headcanon) it does like her. very much :-)

[tender-rosiey]

I have a ✨request✨

So I would like to ask (if you want to do this) if you can make husband!Sukuna and wife!Reader but the reader gets scared easily and she’s terrified of thunderstorms.

Thank you! Btw, love how you write everything 😌❤️

thunder — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: glad you do, love! hope you like this as well! <3

the skies turn an ominous gray, heavy clouds swirling as the first low rumble of thunder rolls across the horizon. you feel your stomach twist in response, a familiar unease creeping up your spine. the storm is approaching, fast.

you swallow hard, trying to distract yourself with the mundane tasks of the day, hoping the sound of the thunder will fade into the background.

but with each passing moment, the storm grows louder, the skies darker. a flash of lightning lights up the room briefly, followed almost immediately by a crack of thunder that shakes the walls.

you flinch, heart pounding in your chest, and hurriedly step away from the window, as if being near it somehow makes the storm more dangerous.

your fingers tremble slightly as you clasp them together, trying to keep your breathing steady.

it’s ridiculous, you think. you are the wife of ryomen sukuna, the king of curses. by all accounts, you have no reason to fear anything. and yet… thunderstorms always find a way to unravel you.

another bolt of lightning splits the sky, and you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the inevitable roar of thunder that follows.

the sound reverberates through the room, louder than before, and despite your efforts to stay calm, you can’t stop the small gasp that escapes your lips.

you hate feeling this way—small, vulnerable. you have faced so much worse and come out unscathed, but the irrational fear of storms clings to you, reminding you of your humanness.

a faint sound behind you makes you jump, your pulse quickening before you realize it’s just the door opening. you exhale in relief but freeze when you sense his presence in the room.

sukuna’s aura is unmistakable—heavy, oppressive, and dark. yet there is something familiar and comforting in it, like the weight of his power grounds you in reality.

he stands in the doorway, watching you in silence for a moment, his four eyes taking in your tense frame, the way your shoulders are slightly hunched, and your knuckles are white from gripping your hands too tightly.

“you’re scared,” he says, his voice low.

it isn’t a question. he senses it, of course. there’s no hiding anything from him, least of all your fears. you try to shrug it off, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“it’s just a storm,” you mutter, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, though your fingers still tremble. “nothing to worry about.”

sukuna steps further into the room, his towering figure casting a shadow over you.

he raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to downplay the situation. another crash of thunder booms overhead, and despite yourself, you flinch again.

his gaze sharpens. “don’t lie to me,” he warns, his tone cold.

you bite your lip, feeling foolish. of course he sees through you. he always does. there’s no use pretending.

“I’m… not good with thunderstorms,” you finally admit, your voice quieter now. “I know it’s stupid.”

sukuna remains silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he observes you. he is never one for unnecessary softness, and certainly not the comforting type.

but there is something in the way he looks at you—calculating, thoughtful, as if he is deciding what to do with this newfound knowledge.

another streak of lightning illuminates the room, casting sharp shadows across his face. you instinctively take a small step back, but before you can fully retreat, sukuna moves faster, closing the distance between you in an instant.

his large hand wraps around your wrist, firm but not harsh.

“are you serious?” he asks, incredulity lacing his tone. the idea seems laughable to him.

“I can’t help it,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. the thunder crashes once more, and your body tenses involuntarily.

sukuna exhales, a low, rumbling sound that seems to match the storm outside. his grip tightens slightly, pulling you closer to him until you’re inches away from his chest.

he looms over you, his eyes dark and piercing, yet there is something oddly reassuring in his presence—something that makes the storm outside seem less terrifying in comparison.

“you fear something as insignificant as this when i stand before you?” his voice is a mixture of disbelief and amusement, but beneath that, there is a thread of something else—something almost protective.

you can’t meet his gaze, embarrassed by how small and fragile you must seem to him. sukuna, of all beings, thrives on chaos and destruction. the very elements of the storm that terrify you are likely nothing more than a minor inconvenience to him, if that.

“look at me,” he commands, his fingers tipping your chin upward to force you to meet his eyes. his red irises burn into yours, fierce and unyielding.

“do you think something as trivial as this storm could harm you while you’re mine?” his words are sharp, almost cutting, but the underlying meaning isn’t lost on you. sukuna would never allow anything to touch what was his.

he would never allow the world—let alone a storm—to hurt you.

you swallow, your voice shaky but trying to sound braver than you feel. “I… I know. It’s just—”

“you know nothing,” he cuts you off, leaning down until his face is inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “if you truly understood, you wouldn’t be trembling.”

you open your mouth to respond, but the thunder booms again, and instinctively, you press closer to him, your hands clutching the fabric of his robes as if he were the only anchor in the storm.

sukuna’s expression shifts subtly, his eyes softening—just barely—as he feels your grip tighten on him. he doesn’t pull away, doesn’t mock you for your fear, but instead, he allows you to cling to him, his body solid and unwavering.

“pathetic,” he mutters, though there’s no venom in his voice. he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you firmly against him. “but if you’re going to be scared, at least hide here.”

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[marthawrites]

Could you write smut for Aemond targaryen with the prompts 17,40,44,47,53 and 54 maybe with a targaryen reader? Just something gentle, sweet and soft <3 btw I’m talking abt this prompt list

I absolutely can! Apologies for making you wait since January for this. I hope you're still around to see (and, fingers crossed) enjoy it!

"Vok" (Perfect)

Aemond Targaryen x sister reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: You and Aemond pledged to each other long ago. Tonight, beneath the blanket of darkness, you revel in each other's adoration.

Includes: SMUT. Featuring brother x sister incest, Aemond is soft but only to his little sister, dirty talk, female masturbation, guided masturbation, praise, unprotected vaginal sex, and a splash of breeding kink

Note: Hello lovely reader! It's been a hot minute since I've wrote Aemond - the posters and trailers have me going (affectionately) insane! Triple warning: this fic is brother x sister targcest. If you do not like that KEEP ON SCROLLING. This is my first time writing this dynamic. Reader is implied to have silver hair, pale skin, and purple eyes. Everything else is up to you! As always, I hope you enjoy this fic! ❤️

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To the realm, Aemond Targaryen was the cruel prince. Aloof, stoic, unforgiving.

To the realm, he was an ambitious and willful young man who rode Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon in the world–the same dragon who helped Queen Visenya conquer Westeros.

To the realm, he was the second son of King Viserys. And, as such, would play the game of nobility by putting duty above love–marrying outside of his Targaryen lineage to seed dragons further into the world.

To you, his little sister and second daughter of King Viserys, he was your protector. 

Your secret.

A poorly kept secret in some corners of the castle; nosy servants and their obnoxious fucking tendencies. But, with Aemond’s less than idle threats about cutting the tongue out of anyone’s throat who would speak about it, it ended up being a well-kept secret.

The second son and second daughter of the Dragon King; who better to love, and cherish, and pledge to, than each other?

Aemond would sooner die than see you marry off to some lowly lord of a “great” House. You were the blood of Old Valyria. Everyone–no matter their feats–was lowly in comparison to you. And you, his sweet sister, deserved only the best.

Barely a year separated your ages. Neither of you remembered a life without the other.

Long before you gave your maidenhead to your brother you gave him your heart. And your heart he held.

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The night was late. These dark hours were some of the only unadulterated times you had together. Aemond kissed you slowly, passionately, gently stroking along your cheeks with his thumbs as he did. You were tangled in his bed together. You, stripped down to only your shift, and him, stripped down to only his sleep trousers. One of your shift’s thin straps kept sliding down your shoulder, and each time it did Aemond’s warm mouth kissed over the smooth lovely skin. You panted soft sounds–each feminine simper jolting right to his cock–as he lavished you in affection. 

“You’re kissing me silly, lēkia (brother). My head feels full of bees and I’m hot. So, so hot,” you whispered against his kiss-swollen mouth. “Will you not feel for yourself?” He hadn’t yet made a move to touch you where you really, truly, wanted him; something that had you whining and pouting. While his hands alternated between stroking your face and groping your body–waist, hips, thighs–yours were buried in his hair. It was all down and free. The silken sheet of it spilled over his shoulders, spilled over you, and you relished the feel of it inside your hands. Against your bare skin. “Please?”

“Please what, hāedar? (little sister)” He asked, voice mellow with just the right amount of rumble from his chest.

“Please touch me,” you answered, back naturally arching to press your soft body against the hard planes of his own.

Another low sound came from him. He pressed a warm, wide palm up the perfect curve of your back until he squeezed into the nape of your hair. “Such a pretty word from a pretty mouth. Have my kisses made you ache with need, byka zaldrīzes (little dragon)?”

“Yes.” The single word, its single syllable, rolled off your tongue before your brain even fully registered his question. You stared at him desperately. One eye was so beautiful; so ancient in its color and proclamation, just like your own. The other reflected faceted edges of the sapphire he wore in place of his missing eye. You didn’t know which was more enchanting.

“How long can you go, hm? Without me touching you?”

“W-what?”

He laughed. A rumble beneath his pale, taut chest. “How long before you succumb to madness by me not touching your perfect cunny?”

“Aemond…,” you whined. Pitiful. “Not much longer! Please, lēkia, I need you, please.”

A serpent’s grin curved his mouth and darkened his eye as he shifted positions with you. Now, he sat upright with his back against his headboard and pulled you to sit in front of him. 

You nestled between his legs, your back flush with his chest, and his stiff cock rested against the small of your back. A blush bloomed beneath your cheeks. You knew lust ran as wild in his veins as it did in yours.

“Tell me, sweet sister…,” he started, whispering by your ear. Both his hands cupped and squeezed over your breasts. Their softness melted against his palms and he groaned at the sensation. Perfect. You were so fucking perfect. “Have you touched yourself to peak before?”

A stammer replaced the little mewl in your throat. “H-how do you mean?”

He laughed again, pinching your nipples. “Mm… are you sure?”

Lust and need and fire roared in your blood to the point of almost drowning everything else out. “I d-don’t understand,” you admitted. But, it was a lie. You knew what he meant. You could only hope he’d go easy on you so you wouldn't have to admit, prove, or say you knew what he spoke of.

“Why are you playing shy with me, hāedar? I think you know exactly what I mean. There is no shame in it,” he spoke sly, hands pushing the hem of your shift up until he held the material in a fist upon your abdomen. With his other hand he tugged your smallclothes down your bare legs, tossing them off. The flats of all his fingers ghosted over your exposed cunt. Testing you. Feeling you. He hissed an inward breath. “Fuck–”, he growled. “‘Tis a good thing I was born a prince. Gods know if I had this wet little cunt between my thighs I wouldn’t get anything done. Ever. For how often I’d fuck myself silly on my own fingers.”

Aemond’s vulgarity sent a coil of tension wringing in your belly. Slick arousal pooled hotter beneath his touch. Your clit throbbed–the little pearl silently screaming for attention. “Yes,” you breathed, shuddering.

“Yes, what?”

Your older brother wasn’t going easy on you. “Yes. I… I know what you speak of. And.. yes, I do. Sometimes…,” you admitted with a wave of embarrassment.

Somehow he grew harder against the small of your back. He throbbed. “Show me,” he demanded.

“What! Aemond, no. Please, please, please no. Don’t make me show you.” Mortification replaced your previous embarrassment. Yet, your spine quivered with another rush of liquid arousal.

“I would love nothing more than to see how you bring yourself pleasure. Do you think of me when you do, byka zaldrīzes?”

You nodded. Dizziness warbled your brain. 

“Such a sweet perfect thing,” he cooed. He'd felt that nervous energy tense you. He also saw the exquisite thrum of your pulsepoint beneath your neck, too. Two sides of the same coin: carnal desire. When he spoke again it dripped with wicked passion. “Don’t be nervous, I'll guide you through it.”

It had been quite some time since you last brought yourself to climax all on your own. Aemond was always more than eager to give you pleasure. Tonight, however, something was different. Idly you wondered what it could be. Before you thought about it too much, Aemond guided your dominant hand to that delicate space between your thighs. You gasped at the sensation of your own touch. Torture never felt so divine. Your little bud sang as you circled it, rubbed over it. You sighed sweetly. “How did you make me so wet?”

It took controlled effort to not spill himself across your back at that very moment. “Spread your legs for me, princess. Let me see and hear what you’re doing.”

You obeyed. With your legs spread wider, now, it was all the easier to resume your previous motions. Flicking and rubbing over your bud felt divine–excited little sounds already spilled from your mouth. You ached inside, too, wanting–needing–to be stretched around something. The memory of Aemond's long fingers pumping into you while his thumb claimed your clit had your face hot. You couldn't reach those same spots he could. You bit your bottom lip, whimpering.

Aemond watched from above with a hungry lecherous eye. Beneath your shift he could see your breasts, slope of belly… and then further below, your creamy thighs spilled wide open. Fuck–he was so hard his back hurt. Your girlish sounds sent his desire blazing. “Your little clit is so achy, isn’t it? I know how much you like it played with,” he said by your ear. “Do you ever go inside?”

You nodded, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder. You stayed on your pearl, still, legs tensing with bliss as it warmed and tingled your blood.

“Show me,” he growled again. “Be a good girl. And afterward? Don’t worry, I'll take care of you. Promise.” 

Without hesitation you pushed two of your fingers into your warmth. Your body squeezed around the intrusion, inner walls flexing, trying to pull them in deeper. A gasped moan left your parted lips. “I-I’ve never done this before.” You’ve never shown anyone this before is what you meant. Aemond knew what you meant.

“I know. Shh… it’s okay, I'll guide you through it.” He gently touched the top of your hand and relished your little tendons flexing with the effort of your self pleasure. He pushed–coaxing your fingers deeper, silently urging you along. More. 

Soon the wet sounds of your hand against pink swollen flesh mingled with your moans. Lewd. Dirty. You tried to stay quiet. You really did. But it felt too good, and Aemond’s hand on yours guiding you along had your toes curling. Of course he would help you. Of course he wouldn’t let you do it all on your own. “Aem..!,” you whimpered, hips rocking with your movements. “‘M close.”

“I got you,” he whispered, voice heavy.

As soon as your fingers found that little patch of hidden nerves along your walls, you weren’t able to hold on much longer. The bliss, all at once, became too much. Tension snapped in your belly as colors flashed behind your closed eyelids. Your legs trembled at the tip of your peak, and as you crested downwards Aemond held you tighter against him.

“Vok (perfect),” he said as he watched you. How perfect you were with your silver hair framing your face. How perfect you looked when ecstasy became too much. How fucking perfect your eyes were as they opened and locked on his, bright and glassy with excitement. 

You carefully pulled your fingers free and began to turn around to face him. Before you could, however, he held you tighter against him. Confusion furrowed your brow and whatever you were about to say was cut off by his impatience.

“I’m greedy, byka zaldrīzes. Go on, one more time. I know you can do it. Show me again how you peak.”

Without arguing you again settled back against him. You planted your feet along the outside of his legs, spilling your thighs open wider than they were before. You angled your hips to the perfect position and this time a third finger joined your previous two. This time you fucked yourself without shame–not that you held on to it long in the first place.

Aemond all but snarled behind you, absolutely ravenous at the sight of three of your little fingers pumping and curling up into your body. He moved a hand downward, too, and the pads of those fingers worked over your clit in time with your pumps.

“Gods! Aem–!” You quivered against him. The addition of his lascivious attention had your hips squirming. Wanton moans, no longer trying to stay quiet, had your mind blanking. Nothing existed outside of you and Aemond. Nowhere existed outside of the spaces in which your bodies touched. Climax found you faster this time. Your second orgasm had you crumbling against him. Sweat sheened your brow. Your face bloomed. Sated. You were wholly sated.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Such a good girl. Giving me exactly what I wanted,” he kissed you, stealing your lips in a kiss that had you floating all over again. You could have fallen asleep right there in his arms and been the happiest thing in the realm. Breaking away, he added, “now I’ve a promise to make up to you, hm?”

Honestly, you’d forgotten about it. But, now that he mentioned it, your belly did a silly little flop.

With great care, Aemond moved from behind you and stood. Offering a hand to you, he said, “take your clothes off and lay on your back.”

And with that, you both finally shed the last pieces of your clothing. 

Laying like he said, you leaned back on your elbows to prop yourself up to still see your brother. Spilled messy hair, tall lean body littered with nicked scars, sapphire eye on full display…hard cock blushed angry red with need. They say Targaryen’s are closer to Gods than men, and with the hearth’s orange light reflecting on his ivory form, you believed him to be a God.

Aemond thought the same about you as you laid there bathed in the moonlight and hearthlight. 

“Spread your legs for your lēkia, I want to see you.”

As soon as you did–proudly showing off the slick mess of two climaxes, Aemond pumped along his rigid length. Despite butterflies twirling in your belly, your smile up at him was purely feline.

To Aemond’s credit, his voice only broke slightly when he said, “get on your hands and knees.”

You did. You dipped your spine as low as it could comfortably go, propping your ass up for him. As much as he loved fucking you with your legs wrapped around his waist, you knew he loved this position, too. “Māzigon va, lēkia (come on, brother),” you purred. “Keep to your promise.”

In an instant one of his hands squeezed harshly into the fat of your hip while the other spread the meat of your ass apart. He planted one foot firmly on the bed, and the other stayed rooted on the ground. The position gave him more leverage, and power, and control as he loomed above you. With a flex of his entire abdomen he pushed forward; the hot stretch of your body around him had both of you gasping. “I plan on leaving a babe in your belly tonight, hāedar. That way mother will have no other choice than to wed us,” he groaned, pulling backwards only to snap his hips against the smooth underside of your cheeks once again. And again.

You fisted the sheets as Aemond fucked you. You moaned your delight at his words, nodding. “Yes, please,” you panted. “Faster,” you begged.

His thrusts were precise and brutal. The slap of your smacking skin was utterly depraved and you hated–no, loved–how it made you impossibly wetter. Aemond did too. “Already squeezing around me? Fuck–I’m not going to last much longer,” he said, strained.

You began to push back against him, meeting his thrusts halfway with a frenzied need to make him release. “Fill me. Fill me up, Aem,” you still begged, breathing heavily. 

He rutted against you with the same need–a primal haze taking over as his stones began to tighten. His fingers dented firmly into your flesh as he continued plunging in and out of you. Instinct to spill his seed built by the moment and soon he became sloppy. He grunted and growled, and with a final shove–cock buried as deep as it could be inside your walls–he spent against your body’s end. Pulse after mighty pulse emptied his spend into you. Stray strands of hair stuck to a sheen of sweat upon his forehead.

You joined him in peak; left boneless and exhausted after three orgasms. Even at the top of your bliss, and his, he never eased until you were both done.

Aemond pulled his softening length out from you and urged you to fall forward upon his bed. You followed his motion and happily laid there. Naked, glowing, and full. You reached a hand out to pull him to you. “Avy jorrāelan (i love you).”

Aemond easily settled next to you, scooping you into him. “Avy jorrāelan tolī (i love you too),” he said between slow, satisfied kisses.

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[hoshifighting]

LYLA HIII CAN I REQUEST DOM!CHAN? omg ive been thinking about this forever like chan looks like he fucks so well omg😭😭

(if you’re comfortable ofc, love ur work btw❤️)

warnings: smut, dom!chan, aftercare, overwhelming.

oh dom!chan would fuck you sooo good!! like, no question, the man knows what he’s doing. he’s the type to have you laid out, soft as hell, touching you like you’re made of glass at first, all sweet and careful, right? like, he’d be so focused on you, watching every little reaction, making sure he’s hitting just right. and let’s be real—he loves making you feel good. like, you’re moaning, and he’s just grinning down at you like he’s the king of the world. he’s not one to go too hard, at least not at first. chan’s all about that slow, steady build, taking his time, making sure you’re fully relaxed. the kind of guy who kisses your forehead after every thrust like it’s a promise. he’s got his hands all over you, fingers brushing your cheek, holding your hips, soft praises spilling from his lips— “u’re doing so good for me, baby. just like that, yeah?” and god, his voice. it’s like he’s practically cooing at you.

but you know what’s wild? even though he’s so damn sweet, the second you start acting up, bratting just a little? like rolling your eyes, or, god forbid, telling him he’s not doing enough—boom, he’s flipping a switch. that soft, indulgent vibe? gone. you test his patience, and suddenly, he’s all “oh? you wanna act like that?” his eyes darken, and there’s that little smirk, like he’s about to ruin your life in the best way. and you love it, right? ‘cause as much as chan loves being sweet, the second you brat, he needs to put you in your place. not in a mean way, not at all—he’s still gentle with his words, but his actions? totally different game. he pins your wrists above your head, leaning in close, his lips brushing yours but never fully kissing you, just teasing, whispering, “you wanna try that again?” and now he’s not so soft, not so gentle. his grip on your hips? tighter. his thrusts? deeper.

but even when he’s being rough, it’s like he’s careful. he doesn’t go too far, doesn’t really want to hurt you. he just wants to remind you who’s in charge. and it’s hot because he’s got you squirming under him, but the second he sees your expression change—like, even a hint of discomfort—he’s back to being soft. like that. “you okay? you want me to slow down?” he asks, and it’s genuine. he cares, even when he’s fucking you dumb.

and overstimulation? god, he tries. like, maybe the first time, he gets you close again, maybe starts using his fingers after you’ve already come twice, but then you make this soft, broken little whine, and that’s it. he feels bad, immediately. “oh, shit, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to push you too far,” he says, pulling back a little, almost apologizing for making you come so much. he’s stroking your cheek, kissing your forehead again, mumbling about how he’ll take care of you, make it better, like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life two seconds ago.

but harder stuff that doesn’t cause harm? oh, he’s into it, definitely. he’s the type to tie your wrists up in silk, super soft, and keep you there, all pretty for him. like, he’s definitely the kind of guy who’d love seeing you bound, all vulnerable, but only if it’s comfortable, y’know? never too rough, never crossing a line. chan’s the king of keeping it intense but safe. like, imagine him with a hand on your throat—not squeezing, just resting it there, enough to remind you that he’s in charge. and his voice, so low and controlled, whispering, “you look so good like this, baby. all mine.” he’s watching you, checking for any sign that you’re not feeling it, but you’re so into it, and that’s when he’ll lean down and finally, finally kiss you, hard and possessive, like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

and aftercare? legendary. like, you wouldn’t even have to ask for it. you’re all sweaty and spent, and he’s already got a warm towel, wiping you down, pulling you into his chest, whispering about how good you were, how proud he is of you. he’d probably even go get you water and snacks, making sure you’re fully taken care of, never leaving you hanging. and yeah, maybe he’ll push you a little bit more the next time you brat, but in the end, he’s still your soft dom, the one who makes you feel safe and absolutely fucked out at the same time.

[nor-4]

Formula 1 Incorrect Quotes with reader

F1IQ - Part Two

Y/n: You have issues Charles: Omg you noticed🥹❤️

Max: How tall are you? Yuki: Extremely. Thank you for asking

Lando, apologizing: . . .—-. - / … —.-. .-. -.- Y/n: What’s that? Lando: remorse code Y/n: I’m even angrier now

Lance: So girl what that mouth do Y/n: complain

Christian: Nice ass, sorry about the mental illness Toto: Thank you king

Y/n in drive to survive: If you’re ever losing an argument hit them with the “you just want me.” Max: I’m just saying you are in the wrong and you are yet still stubborn Y/n: you just want me Max: I do and now i need you to listen to me

Carlos: *wearing a turtle neck* Y/n: I heard in the internet that men who wear turtle neck are most likely to be a whore.

Y/n: Wtf people actually tell their crushes they like them???? Fernando: What the hell do you do? Y/n: i die? Lmao what kinda question…

Lewis: Bro. I am on my way

Lewis: Sorry for calling you bro you are my girlfriend and i love you

Y/n: I love you too brah

Daniel comforting max: Always here for you bro 🌹🌹🌹

Daniel: Those were flowers btw

Daniel: For our bromance

Y/n: Anyways see you in court

Lance: I get to see youu😍

Oscar: You're a reoccurring guest in my sleep

Y/n: are you in love with me

Oscar: i just see you when i sleep often

Y/n: because you are in love with me

Y/n: i am not normal about this man

Sebastian: You are not normal in general

Y/n: I need a relationship advice

Kimi: break up

Y/n: listen to me first

Y/n: You know you can open up to me anytime

Charles: Okay fine

Charles: Idrk how to explain it it's just i wish i was dead *Y/n liked this message*

Charles: Why the fuck did you like the message

Sebastian: Dinner is ready. Come down and eat.

Sebastian: bring down your lady friend

Y/n: ?? It's my friend charles. He's a boy

Sebastian: Gay. Christian thought it was a chick.

Y/n: well he has pretty face

Sebastian: Gay

Sebastian: Both of you come eat.

Lando: You heard a joke about gas lighter?

Carlos: no

Landos: yes you have

Carlos: No i haven't

Lando: You've literally heard it already

Carlos: I DONT KNOW

Lando: You're crazy

Y/n in drive to survive: Playing among us with a gay is really hard

Charles: Give me the code bitch

Y/n: Waitt

Y/n: SKSJHK

George: Omg what happened

Y/n: BITCH THAT'S THE CODE

Logan: You are really cute

Y/n: Thank youu, you too

Logan: So what do you like?

Y/n: murder

Y/n: Wait you like me??

Y/n: for my personality??

Yuki: i know I'm surprised too

Oscar: You are so annoying

Y/n: But you like me

Oscar: Doesn't make you less annoying

Y/n: So can we talk?

Lando: talk about what?

Y/n: about us

Lando: Why would you want to talk about United State

Lewis: that's it?

Lewis: You done bitching?

Y/n: That was just a warm up

George: THERE IS SO MANY SNACKS IN HERE

Y/n: WHAT SNACK

George: Like hot guys

George: NOT FOOD YOU FAT FUCK

Lance: How come you are abnormally nice to me lately

Y/n: what do you mean

Lance: You seem nicer than usual

Y/n: I'll punch you in the face if you want

Logan: What's up?

Y/n: about to have mental breakdown hbu?

Logan: in the middle of mental break down

Y/n: Why do we fight over stupid shit

Max: cause you say stupid shit

Y/n: baby are you flirting with me?

Logan: yes I'm trying

Logan: i dont even have an idea on what am i doing

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

new favorite video, yes!!❤️🤍💙 #RWRB #RWRBMovie #RedWhiteAndRoyalBlue thank you Aneesh!!

!! more VERY IMPORTANT RWRB content in this post: https://yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere.tumblr.com/post/739408729011781632/rwrb-this

.https://ew.com/taylor-zakhar-perez-honors-nicholas-galitzine-entertainers-of-the-year-2024-8759399 +CAST OF RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE |FYC Panel - Consider Amazon:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/769737016086839297?source=share

Henry Fox & Arthur Fox-post here: https://yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere.tumblr.com/post/738761008290627584/when-alex-texted-henry-yo-theres-a-bond

----from: https://instagram.com/p/C1POyPot_ZC/

+ CMQ spotify (characters' playlists!!) https://open.spotify.com/user/p873j0jdmqn5hye7cakdnub7e/playlists

my RWRB instagram highlight here: https://www.instagram.com/stories/highlights/18198132073262637/

BTW for everyone interested: Red, White & Royal Blue: Collector's Edition Henry PoV bonus chapter by Casey Mcquiston : https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/752528941905018880?source=share

+ also queer history/facts from RWRB(Alex engaging with queer history)(thank you SO. MUCH. CASEY MCQUISTON!!)-GREAT POST here on tumblr!!-many links here, lots of information! (Waterloo Vase, Stonewall, SCOTUS decision 2015, Walt Whitman, Laws of Illinois 1961, The White Nights Riots, Paris Is Burning, THAT David Wojnarowicz photo 'If I Die Of AIDS-Forget Burial-Just Drop My Body On The Steps Of The F.D.A' https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/757305651356729344?source=share (I encourage you to research more about David!!) , Thisbe & Pyramus, The V & A, James I & George Villiers and MORE!!) https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/757308307835895808?source=share (Learning about things referenced in Red, White & Royal Blue, thank you @ elipheleh)

THIS SONG IS SO FIRSTPRINCE!! thank you Nick & Taylor, i'm adding it to my RWRB playlist!!

♥. and now some RWRB links here:

Matthew talking about Alex's bisexuality ahead of the movie:

Alex, our ACD, our bisexual king post:

our FIRSTPRINCE post/mostly beautiful pictures/:

FIRSTPRINCE EDITS(post with edits/links♥):

coming out-important post/A's speech(both movie+book versions):

RWRB DELETED SCENES post:

RWRB BLOOPERS/BTS post:

THAT SCENE-Alex and Prince Henry Flirt Over Text:

KARAOKE SCENE:

Them reading RWRB:

!! https://nicostiel.tumblr.com/post/725473496174575616/red-white-and-royal-blue-2023-text-posts

+ https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/729333681897046016/the-delicate-art-of-the-grab-and-kiss?source=share

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[gouraminnow]

I love the way you write yandere Shanks! If it’s not too much trouble, could you please make more headcanons, a snippet, or whatever you feel like writing? The way you write Shanks is so captivating, I keep rereading everything you wrote about him! No pressure btw!! Even if you decide not to write anything, I still appreciate the good read! Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you, this is really sweet! He's... not a character I typically go for, tbh but I'm glad I can write him okay. Previous writings with him were with a civillian reader, so here's an attempt at him scooping up a reader who isn't. :)

Reader is the first mate of an unnamed crew here. Details are vague.

Warnings: Injured reader(not by Shanks), drugging, imminent kidnapping

Damnit.

Damn it all.

You had faith in your captain, you truly did, but anyone could see it was often left to you to pick up his slack. But you were far from the only First Mate with that type of dynamic, so you tried not to let it get to you. Your captain, your friend- like most pirates, was ambitious and determined to make a name not only for himself, but for the rest of you as well.

And though he had the talent to back up his confidence, you all lacked the experience of older crews.

Your beloved Captain did not have what it took to fend off a Marine attack led by an admiral, and now here you were- alone, after dragging yourself into a beachfront cave. It was raining heavily, so any blood you'd left behind you had hopefully been washed away from the dark, rocky shore.

Ugh. Dragging yourself across the rocks did not help how you felt in the slightest. You knew your leg was broken, probably some ribs too. From the sound of your breathing- a raspy, rattling sound, punctuated by painful coughs that brought blood up with them, there was a good chance one of them had punctured one of your lungs. You tried not to think about it, instead focusing on the thunder echoing into the darkened cave, cool stone soothing your aching body. You just hope your diversion worked.

You try to steady your ragged breathing, eyes fluttering shut. You're utterly exhausted, and it's so cold... each wheezing inhale sends bolts of pain through you, arcing out from your chest, down your arms and to the tips of your fingers...

You feel the presence before you hear or see anything- the atmosphere growing heavier and heavier. You grit your teeth, dragging yourself back against the cave wall and into a sitting position with a long, scratchy whine. You think it might be a marine at first, bloodthirsty higher-ups determined to stamp out the small fry, but then a familiar caped silhouette steps in front of the cave entrance.

You suppress a groan. What the hell is Shanks doing here?

You'd met him a couple times before. The first time, it'd been nerve-wracking. None of you knew how the Emperor would react to the presence of your crew- you weren't bothering anyone, just drinking and screwing around on the beach while your chef roasted some sea king. But he'd been friendly, calling out jovially and asking if it was your crew that had the local marine patrol in such disarray. The caution melted from your captain, and he confirmed it to be so, clapping a hand on your shoulder and saying they had you to thank more than anyone else. You had just sighed and rolled your eyes. Partying with a Yonko crew was fun, but you preferred to remain sober. Someone had to keep their head on straight and unfortunately, that was usually you.

He happened to "cross paths" with your crew a couple more times. You'd thought it odd, but hadn't said anything.

His presence here confirmed something was up, to you at least. Despite not having a reason to believe he'd hurt you, your body still tensed as he approached, the slap of his sandals against stone echoing throughout the cave until he came to a stop before you. He crouches, and you hear a pop- probably one of his knees. It earns a snort from you, but the ounce of humor is short lived when that sends you into a coughing fit.

It's hard to make out the details of his expression in the low-light, but you can feel his eyes on you and you think you spot a crease in his brow. When your fit dies down into labored breathing, blood bubbling past your lips, he fishes something out of one of his pockets. Reaching toward your face, you're only just able to suppress your flinch when you feel a cloth gently wipe your face. "... You're a lot worse off than I thought," he murmurs, stuffing the bloodied handkerchief back into his pocket. You manage a scoff.

"... Didn't expect an Admiral," you rasp out truthfully. "M'not... crazy. I knew we weren't ready for that." He hums, quiet for a moment before reaching for something else.

"Your crew got away, because of you," he says, a strange warmth in his voice. There's something akin to a soft popping sound and he hands you something. "Here, this'll help." You reach up to close your fingers around... a flask? You raise it to your face, sniffing. Yeah, that's booze, alright. You raise it to the man before you as a gesture of thanks and take a swig, the pleasant burn cutting through the taste of blood. "Y'know, that's the first time you've accepted a drink from me," he quips as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Don't need to be the sensible one if I'm out of commission," you tell him, taking another drink. You feel pleasantly fuzzy already, leave it to Shanks to have the good stuff. "F-fuck. Wouldn't be bad to feel less, either," you confess, offering his flask back. He chuckles, shaking his head and pushing your hand back toward you. You raise a brow, but just shrug, deciding to drink freely.

"I thought as much," he says, watching you intently. It feels strange. You feel strange.

"Would think you'd be a bit stingier with this stuff," you rasp, "but you've tried to get me drinking every time you... 'happen across' us." You wheeze, slumping against the cave wall.

"Aw, is there something wrong with being friendly?" His voice is warm, lilting. You feel fuzzy. "I just like keeping an eye on promising rookies, is all." Your eye twitches. Sure, you're nowhere near his level, but you wouldn't consider yourself nor your crew rookies. "But enough about that. Can you tell me about the damage?"

You sigh, closing your eyes. The pain has faded, just a little. "Leg's broken. Ribs, too. Think one might've... p-punctured a lung." There's movement. You think he nodded, but the way your vision swims it's hard to tell.

"Well, I told Beck and Hongo to follow me if I took too long. Can't imagine tossing you over my shoulder would be very good for you right now, so we'll wait for them to bring a stretcher."

"Mmm." Your brows knit together. You... feel strange. A little warm, yes, but you've realized too late that you're far too hazy for the little you've had to drink. "Shanks," you mumble, flask clattering to the stone floor. A hand tentatively raises to rub your eyes. "W-what the hell, Shanks? What is this? You s-said it'd help..."

He hums, picking up the small vessel. "It will. It's gonna make moving you a lot less miserable. Didn't you just say it wouldn't be bad to feel less..?" You sputter, coughing weakly, the spasms wracking your slumped frame. "Careful now," he chides.

"Sh-shanks, seriously, what the fuck..? Why?" You choke out. He tilts his head. "Woulda just gone. So w-why..."

"You need the rest. Didn't know what condition you'd be in, but I wanted you out for a bit regardless, just in case. This is much kinder than haki, don't you think? I'm just being considerate, here." That playful tone of his is really pissing you off. "I do wish your first drink with me wasn't under these circumstances, but I'm glad you chose the gentle option."

Your eyes well up with frustrated tears, the man before you growing blurrier. "I d-don't under.... ssaand," you slur out pathetically. You cringe when you feel him touch you, his warm, calloused fingers gently wiping your tears away.

A soft sigh, the gentle, inviting sound almost aiding in the clouding of your head. "I'll do us both a favor and rip the bandaid off now," he says, voice firmer despite the gentle, careful way he's touching you. "You're coming with me," he says casually, like it's no big deal. "And this way, nothing has to happen to your crew. They're alive, yes, but they don't know that you are." His hand cups your face, thumb gently rubbing your cheek. You try to jerk away, but only manage a twitch.

No.

No!

You want to scream, to cuss him out, you want to struggle- but all you can manage is something between a choke and a whine. "Sh- sh-anks..." you rasp, tears streaming freely now. Your crew. Your Captain, your best friend..!

"There's no reason to cry, sweetheart," he chides, leaning forward as your eyes flutter shut. A soft kiss pressed against your forehead as everything fades. "You saved them."

[solselah]

WHAT YOU NEED

TO KNOW ??

🚨Very truthful & may be triggering for some who aren’t ready to hear it quite yet ! Do take your time & feel free to Come back if need be :)

PILE 1 :

It’s TIME to move on !! Whether this be in love, a career, or simply mental ! There is something here you are holding onto like white on rice ! Like you’re stuck on this one thing that can bring you pleasure for the moment but doesn’t quite fulfill you in the long run ! I can tell you know this, but there is something pulling you in the same direction constantly ! From what I see, it’s because there is a big lesson for self-respect & it’s meant to be learned & accomplished by you. You know right from wrong, so your ancestors are waiting for you to take that step to release what it is that burdens you. You may overlook what I’m speaking of, and it might just hit you a little later which is okay. As long as you’re able to digest the truth !!

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PILE 2: I’ll say this ….

“The truth will set you free”.

under all circumstances!! And even though what you may be going through doesn’t seem fit for that saying, you are in fact a direct reflection of “The truth setting you free”. You’re almost good at lying to yourself to make you feel good. You need a powerful wake-up call. And btw, it’s not to harm you “further” it is to enlighten you about the things you’re actually doing and the karma for that. I don’t see the worst karma, but there are some lessons involved with you bypassing the lessons & TRUTH once again. The mask you wear can only last, but so long. The right person can /will come across you and either read you down or politely mirror back to you your Triggers & Lies. You’re obviously not a bad person, but it’s a thing you do that can definitely be cleaned up or removed in totality. You will learn 📚❤️

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PILE 3:

You need to know immediately that the people who have wronged you or crossed you will receive their KARMA & you will be on the receiving end of justice. Whether this be judicial /Spiritual / physical etc. it’s important you view yourself as a Queen /King and step into your power accordingly! The path is clear and set for you & it’s up to you to take that step forward! Your guides are making it known that you would benefit from bringing a light-hearted energy into this new phase of yours!! It may be shocking or very sudden, but ultimately it’s a jump start to your desires. You’ve uncovered & experienced what’s not for you & it’s now time to manifest and attract what IS !!

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PILE 4 :

You do NOT need to kiss ass !!!! Whatsoever. You tend to overanalyze your movements! It’s time to wake up that confidence within you so that you can begin to change the outlook you carry about yourself!! Heavy self-love energy. It’s so important for you to indulge in self-care & healthy patterns just to assure you everything from the inside out is balanced & free from tension. You are waking up a confident part of yourself, and it’s completely stopping all self-rejection and self-doubt !! So just know you are absolutely on the right path and have so much to uncover about yourself!!

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Hope you enjoy ✨

IG: @soleccentric

[skyeslittlecorner]

Okay, I know it's impossible, but can you do some headcanons about the kings are sick? (like maybe because of angels or sth I dunno :'>)

Then we gotta take care of them (hohoho I fine with fluff or a little bit of smoky situation (^///^))

P/s: Sorry for any grammar mistakes TvT Btw I really enjoy your works (love it :3), so have a great day and take your time (o゜▽゜)o❤️

Thanks dear anon, and hope you have a great day too! 🧡 Them being sick is not so impossible, they are definitely lovesick lmao

We can give them some common cold, why not! That's why we have fanfics. To experiment and have fun. Even so, there are plenty of options for when they might feel unwell. Angel blood, poison, war wounds. But we'll go on the lighter side of regular flu. Sick kings times one, let's do it~

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan will never acknowledge he's feeling bad. Do you want to put him to bed? Make him. Actually, making him won't be so hard because he staggers on his feet. Since you put him in bed, you are supposed to take care of him personally. His flu is a game of cat and mouse, he will feel a little better and he will come out of his room, and then he will feel bad again and you will drag him back into the bed. Preferably by the hair, and furious. He would have cooperated a little more if it weren't for the war. At this rate, you'll be curing his common cold for a month.

Mammon is team "spoil me or I will never get better". He even likes being sick, just cut out the 'feeling bad' part. He loves your concern, has all your attention, and you accumulate drugs so much that he hasn't seen such greed for a long time. It's good that you can't catch demon flu, you'll be like his mascot that he cuddles in bed all the time.

Beelzebub? Sick? Be ready for drama. He is NOT staying in bed. Don't even mention needles, he'll be gone before you finish your sentence. If you want him to stay and heal, you have to entertain him. This bastard isn't even afraid of death, what other can you expect? He's feverish, delusional and bored. It is advisable to buy toys. Looot of sex toys. And definitely try it with him.

Leviathan is impossible to decipher. When he feels worse, he will look even better. There is a joke in my university, "what you can't do, you make up for in looks", and he is embodiment of this. Once you understand that he is sick, don't tell his nobles. He's tired, all he wants is being surrounded with them buzzing like bees in a hive. Just lie down with him. Only with him. He certainly took some medicine on his own, so just be there to keep him company.

[ceilidho]

no worries if you're not feeling this! I know you said your wrist is giving you trouble so I would so much rather you prioritize yourself and your health over any writing!!

that said, I am so digging this knight ghost situation. after reading the last prompt about it, I'm seeing some potential for a battle of wills situation. ghost waiting for the princess to ask (beg) for what she wants but she's too prim and proper to say it and she's confused as well, all like why has this dude who I'm married to not made a move on me?? and ghost has so much patience, he'll just wait and wait until she absolutely can't take it any more and then idk, you're the master!!!

again again, I hope you're feeling well soon and if this is not your vibe it's all good in the hood. btw I love all of your writing and I wish I could grind it up and make a delicious shake out of it❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for being so kind!!! Wrist is feeling a lot better today because I did some exercises with it yesterday <3

Ghost's patience is endless, of course. He endures month and sometimes year long campaigns with little creature comforts. Even when he comes home, he doesn't really indulge in any of the comforts of home because he knows that it's temporary. He'll be called upon again by his king the next time there's a need for his service.

So at home with his princess, it's easy to deny her. It's almost a game, whether she'll break first (anticipated) or whether he finally will (not likely, but the odds never quite hit zero).

She's the first thing that ever really made him question his ascetic code; if anything was going to tempt him to indulge, it would be his pretty new wife wrapped in her winter furs and badgering him about repairs to the stables (he loves listening to her complain; she's so tight lipped around her family and doesn't really speak her mind, but after months as his wife, she's gotten comfortable expressing herself with Ghost).

And it's so so cute watching her struggle to bring up the subject of their marriage bed with him. She hints at it and talks circles around it, about how it's not proper for her to have her own chambers and how her parents expect her to be with child by the spring, but she doesn't just come out and say it. She's always on the verge of a temper tantrum, like she might stomp her foot about it because her warrior husband won't take her to bed even though she worried for days before their wedding that she'd have to endure his appetites.

Ghost knows he's going to give in eventually, but they'll never be able to wait like this again so he enjoys it while it's happening :)))

[shadow-5-05]

Okay, @jeanzoriley-cod , @shadowcompanys-medic-beaks , @ask-private-141 , @ask-phillip-graves

((okay, I'm actually kind of scared I made him a little "stereotypical" but uh... Here's my little guy. I know he's very feminine and soft.. my art style makes it worse though.. but uh yeah... I tried explaining stuff a little more below the cut, and I added a few extra details + a drawing of him from his childhood))

((ALSO DISCLAIMER!! I do not know a lot about the army's recruiting processes, or about how shadow company would choose it's soldiers, so if he's unrealistic, forgive me and please don't judge me over it I'll actually cry))

I added a small sketch to show his scars in the corner because I had them all covered up by his clothes..most of them are on his legs since he's incredibly clumsy, or well not focused on where he's going, often walking right through thorn bushes, and right into any sort of sharp weapon below his line of sight

His actual name is Caleb but he mainly just responds to 5-05 or shadow 5-05, he doesn't share his last name for safety reasons (and because it embarrasses him). He has something called central heterochromia (where the inside colours and outside colours of the eye are different) and his face is covered with freckles. Most of his clothes are shadow company merch, or his shadow company uniform, he's not very into "wasting" money on clothes that he "doesn't need". Most of his clothes aren't even bought by him, usually just old hoodies from his older family members (usually cousins) which he would stitch or paint shadow company stuff on (like the "I ❤️ shadow company" hoodie). This guy does not brush his hair btw, no reason for it, he just forgets to do it and when he remembers he doesn't see the point in it, he ends up with his hair all messed up because of it

He's 5'3 (short king) and probably just about average or slightly under average weight. He's from Wales (best country ever /j) too because of course he is (it's where I'm from). He's also gay & polyamorous 👍

His birthday is the 5th of November and he's 26 years old :D

Fun fact; he once had an accident where fire was involved! (the pink scars seen in the sketch are from this accident). I might go more into detail about this in the future but I will say that it has caused him some issues (I can say it was genuinely an accident, no one else was involved)

Another fun fact though! His biting obsession comes from his childhood, where he was often seen as "too weak" to fight "properly" due to being too short and too thin. He ended resorted to biting and scratching to defend himself, this got him the reputation as "the cat" (which may or may not be a source of trauma for him as he was bullied for it relentlessly). Despite that though his favourite animal remains a cat :)

Also, heres colourless/grayscale sketch of little Caleb/5-05 (he still has central heterochromia btw, I just couldn't be bothered to add the other grey to the eyes, because it's meant to be a sketch..)

[accio-victuuri]

August CPNs round-up ❤️💛💚

it’s bobo’s birth month! let’s start with this chaotic behind the scenes video 🫶🏼

• the letters yb was flashed in xzs vlog

• two people spotted in xz’s mountain drawing

• a hongkong politician posts about xz and wyb being good celebrities that will help promote HK

• 8/5 yibo’s day clowning part one part two - this year was too loud! the bday photo alone is enough to szd. 😂😂😂😂 part 2.5 part 3

• yibo and xz related hot search for bobo’s bday

THEIR VCRs for Han Hong’s foundation, a charity organization they both are a part of. We love them generous Kings!

• in the xinxiangyin live, we see an activity that they filled with things xz likes and will have something to talk about. you will notice a couple are the same as yibo’s. hotpot ( which i must admit is more general ), photography, fitness, tennis and films.

you can say that these are not unique interests, but when you put them together and another person has the same one seem sus. this is something i always say, even if you don’t believe that they are in a romantic relationship — these clues show that they have maintained that connection. no matter how many people cry about the “copying” agenda, we can’t deny that the coincidences are too much. this is why they get along, they can adapt each other’s interest. they have the same values. they are out here ticking all the boxes for a fruitful relationship <3

• the similarity 👀👀👀 right is xz in ELLE’s feature video for XZ.

• QUATRE BLUE 💙💙💙

oooohhhh i love jewelry. tho i’m kinda on the fence about this cause boucheron is a brand that xz is promoting and it makes sense that it will be used for a magazine. he is endorsing this line of rings but has never used this blue which just happened to be something wyb before. i understand why people are going 👀 because the photos were released days after Bobo’s bday.

• XZ’s Elle September issue feature clowning

• 8/10 yibo-official bts video clue

• yibo’s montbell shirt

• bobo shows some bxg bias @ pechoin live

• in the LINSY product launch conference, they were talking about a sofa and it had a special feature thing where you can put stuff in it & wyb mentions you can put chips. lol. that was so fast. he is not someone who likes chips, but we know one who does! i’d like to think that it’s a subconscious answer. he just thought of an important person in his life. 🫶🏼

• matching high school students hair 😂😂😂

• ANTA 🤝 LI NING

• their airport fashion looking so identical 👀 we could argue all day about how this is not unique and just about anyone can do this combo.. but does anyone else do this? no. it’s always these two. it’s harder to tell them apart when they are like this, which we guess is helping them when they visit each other on set.

the two of them doing couple wear!

• bottled joy x tsingtao collab 🍻

• xz’s heurueh boyfriend t shirt

• mengniu fan benefit featuring the boys

• handprints next to each other in the Qixi Wall

• this gif is gold!!!! pleaseeee!!!!! 😂😂😂😂 and it even went on hot search!

• analysis and details of wyb’s new song = somebody else’s arms

• wyb’s post YH concert weibo update 🟡🟡🟡

• i talked briefly about the cpf support during the concert and i have nothing more to add. i’m sure i can make another post that “shows” how wyb appreciated the cpfs indirectly during the concert but i won’t. there is no need for proofs of any kind — we know the truth. 😌😌😌 tho i will never be pro violence or insulting and being very mean to people in person just to prove a point. there’s a whole nasty situation that happened post concert which i have no energy for and i do not condone btw.

• their weibo 15th bday post 🌙

• the final episodes of exploring the unknown is on oct 5-6 because tencent has released the watching schedule. yes, wyb probably had a lot more input in this project but he was probably not alone in deciding when this would premiere and how the episodes are gonna line up. but i’m still happy with this coincidence. ✌🏼

what we wanna know tho is what will be the episode on 10/5 cause if it’s him in the desert i will — 🤯! cause his photo there was the one he used for his bday, which is eerily similar to GG’s from last year. so yeah. we will see!

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[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanon: Knight!Ellie X Princess!reader

My Masterlist

She loves how smart you are, she's seen you at the war councils, with your father, the king. She loves the way you look at the map on the large table, moving pieces around the map like chess, explaining different tactics.

Due to you being heir to the throne, you had a choice of who your head guard would be. Of course you chose Ellie.

Her favourite task was having to guard your door at knight, she took first watch which meant that you were still asleep when her shift was over. She would slip into your room quietly and slip into your bed

Slow shuffling woke you up from your unconscious state, you finally opened your eyes when the large queen sized bed dipped slightly from a new weight.

"hmm, Ells, s'that you" you muttered

"yeah baby s'just me, go back to sleep angel..."

"mhm," you reply wrapping your arms of her shoulders and nuzzling into her neck.

Literally so in love with you, she constantly sends you heart eyes from across the room

Everyone knows about you and Ellie.

Even your dad, but he's glad that it's Ellie, not some untrustworthy man + no chance of unwanted pregnancy.

So my man's chill with it.

She thinks your so gorgeous, she loves when you go out in the courtyard, roaming around, stroking horses and picking flowers.

When you give her freshly picked flowers ❤️

And she teared up when you made her a flower crown.

Shes 100% friends with all the palaces animals. Scary guard dog? No soft puppy. Large stallion? No pony.

You think it's so endearing.

She loves doing your hair, since hers has to be short so it doesn't get in the way during combat. She's so good at it too, can do the most intricate braids and updos.

Since being assigned your personal guard, she doesn't have to really leave for battles anymore. Thank God.

Teaches you how to use weapons. You're useless at sword wielding but so good at archery.

Loves dressing you up, opening the large closet of beautiful, beaded, flowy dresses and golden, bejewelled tiaras. You're a life size doll for her.

When I mean she gets on her knees any time, she does. To bow to you and other things 😏

She's such a sweetheart. Just is so considerate. Your walking through the garden and you get caught on a prickly bush? picks you up immediately. And tells the landscaper to sort it out lmao.

Going on horse rides together through the forest 😍

When she's sparring with the other knights and she looks over to see you watching.

You swooning when you look at her win a duel

When she walks towards you forehead sweaty and a bloody nose, smirking because the other guys out cold on the floor.

Your throne was smaller in stature than your father's, standing slightly to the left of his, your mother's on his right.

Shes stood next to you, looking intimidating towards the lord's that gathered Infront of you.

Your face was expressionless, cold even as different lords and common folk told you and your parents about the goings-on in the kingdom.

Your voice was harsh and commanding, giving your opinions and orders.

A young man began to approach you outraged at something that you had said.

His hand traveled to his holster, trying to grab his sheathed weapon. But before his hand could reach it, it was detached from his body.

"You come any closer to the princess and I will cut of your tongue and throw you in the cellar to rot, you traitor-bastard"

You looked at Ellie, her face was stone cold, outraged at the audacity he had to threaten you, the princess, her princess.

A small smile graced your lips, as you looked at the girls blood splattered face, ignoring the screaming man who was now being dragged, with his disembodied hand to be punished for treason elsewhere.

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It turned kinda dark at the end there 😅 but I hope you liked it. Requests are open btw

Part 2

[filmbyjy]

enhypen reaction to accidentally hitting their s/o's boob? btw i love your writings very much 👍👍❤️

a/n: aww thank you for loving my writings🫶🏻 but anyways! this is gonna be crack and i’m so sorry😵‍💫

WARNINGS: sex is mention but like no smut duh. it’s used in a more crack way.

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enhypen reacts to: accidentally hitting their s/o’s boobs

| LEE HEESEUNG

I feel like there is two ways heeseung can react…

one: he is a dork

he is going to be soooo shy

like *smack* and he stays frozen in his seat

“uh hehe.” is all he manages to say

seriously he is so adorable :(

but like obviously he apologises like he hit the tiddies, it’s a pretty sensitive area you know

also blushes profusely bc baby shy shy

two: the shit head

smirks after hitting the boobs

like boy, I swear to god

he might just nonchalantly say, "it's mine to touch anyways."

BOY

EXCUSE YOU??

| PARK JONGSEONG

definitely going to apologise

gentleman as fuck

*smack*

"oh sorry babe."

you can't even be mad at him :(

"it's alright, jongseong ^_^."

anything for you my king😍

i'm sorry, the jay biased is showing

okay but i do think at times though he hits your boobs accidentally, he may smirk

just a teeny tiny smirk

i'd say jay has a preference for boobs but he ain't picky. he likes ass too. too much?

he does like laying on your chest though. no matter the size of your boobs.

overall, he doesn’t think dirty at all. he just apologises.

| SIM JAEYUN

overall, jake is a gentleman

like ignore the red flags he exhibits during concerts

he is truly a gentleman

so he is like heeseung a little

for one part, he will 100% apologise bc he feels bad

and besides it hurts

“oh, sorry babe.”

the other part however…

“soft tiddies.”

like? why?

I mean sure since you are his girlfriend, he technically can touch it. only if you are comfortable

but like?? it’s so random how he blurts it out after hitting it on accident

| PARK SUNGHOON

being the dork he is

i’d say he’d act the same like jake

sure, he is shy

but that persona appears only if you just started dating him

*blushes* “I am so sorry, princess.”

see he is sweet

but oh lord, catch him 1 year later and you bet he doesn’t apologise for shit

“whoops.”

it’s all he says before continuing about his day

that is until he comments on it

“oh right, I hit your boobs. did it hurt? oh, it did? sorry. however, you did say during sex you liked to be roughly manhandled. I thought the pain would be over the top. I’ve done worse. you couldn’t walk the next d-”

bro what has that got to do with hitting your boobs😀

you just rolled your eyes and walked away from him bc boy what the hell

| KIM SUNOO

he will apologise

i’m sorry if you were expecting something big

but this man is too sweet

he wouldn’t harm a single fly

okay maybe bugs he would harm but he wouldn’t harm you

he loves you so he isn’t just gonna fly pass that he hit your boobs

“OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY. DOES IT HURT??”

okay maybe too worried

| YANG JUNGWON

he will blush

he didn’t mean to hit it

like he was talking about his day while being pretty expressive with his gestures

and then…

*smack*

he looks at you with widened eyes, his cheeks turning red and shit

“sorry.”

then he looks away shyly

aww :(( he looked too cute that you just brushed the pain off

“no it’s okay, won. it was barely a hit, I didn’t feel anything.”

which was a lie bc goddamn it was a hard smack

but anything for jungwon🧎🏻‍♀️

| NISHIMURA RIKI

since ni-ki is a child

he didn’t mean to smack it

he probably just was so into his game that he shoves you and accidentally hit your boobs

you of course groaned in pain

bc goddamn that was a hard shove

“ni-ki! YOU SMACKED MY BOOBS.”

stares at you. trying to think if he actually did

when realises he did it on accident, he blushes.

“sorry. I didn’t realise.”

he apologised which is great

until he does it again and you are definitely tackling him to the ground and play fighting him

“YOU HIT MY TITS AGAIN, NISHIMURA.”

“IT WASN’T ON PURPOSE, BABE. I WAS JUST SHOVING YOU SO YOU COULD LOSE!”

[cozymoko]

ok so you just made a platonic yandere vampire knights post and that made me excited a d I had an idea. So you know how the Kurans are the highest rank in vampire society but what if there was one family higher than them who had a daughter that is maybe Yuki's age and Kaname was platonic yandere for her. Cuz I like to see how would Kaname treat someone of a higher rank than them. Thx❤️

PLATONIC! YAN. KANAME WITH A HIGHER RANKED PUREBLOOD READER — 🩸

Includes: Yandere platonic! Kaname Kuran from “Vampire knight”

Note: I got a little carried away. btw...FEM READER.

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): platonic yandere

Kaname had met you at a huge ball thrown in your honor. Every vampire in the land was required to attend as the [Last Name] family hardly graced the world with their presence. Seeing as the Kurans are second in command of the vampire world, how could they possibly ignore such an extraordinary invitation from their lovely superiors?

Kaname had only met your parents once, hundreds of years ago, long before you were conceived. They were terribly polite and well-conversed, too much so. Speaking with them felt artificial — lifeless even. He'd hardly thought they were capable of raising a child in any way.

He could not be any more wrong.

To his surprise, you were the exact opposite of them. You held a childlike joy brighter than the stars littering the night sky. A fancy dress was tightly tied around your small frame with ruffles and subtle ribbons sewn to its fabric. He admired your personality and the rawness of it. You reminded him of a human with how much emotion you displayed. It was charming!

“Hello there, are you perhaps Lady [Name]?”

A man with almost shoulder-length, well-groomed chocolate strands had approached you. He looked to be no older than sixteen yet he was older than you. But as your mother always told you, ‘With vampires, looks can be deceiving. Thus, do not make assumptions.’

“Oh, yes...hello there.” You bowed rather awkwardly, having little time to fully master your etiquette for such a large event.

He rested a gloved hand over his mouth in a pitiful attempt to stifle his laughter. You're adorable. Bowing to someone below you was such a simple yet, humorous mistake.

You tilted your head, folding your arms tightly over your chest. An angry huff flew past your lips, much faster than you could've stopped it. Remembering your mothers' words, you were quick to adjust your posture and unfold your arms. “S-sorry.”

Kaname chucked outwardly. Another apology? Just how cute can you be! “It's quite alright. There's no need to apologize, honestly.”

Kanme finds himself spending much more time at your manor, in hopes of seeing you. Perhaps. Though if that were the case it surely wouldn't surprise the King and Queen of the vampire world. The boy made it painfully obvious in their eyes, and they were more than willing to allow him such a wish.

As funny as it may seem, Kaname treats you like a princess, which you technically are. From birth, he was taught to show the utmost respect to your family. Rightfully so, as they held an immense amount of influence in the supernatural world and you would do the same.

Despite how dearly he held you, there was a line he was not willing to cross. Reprehending you or going against your wishes left a bitter taste on his tongue; unpleasant and hard to swallow. In his eyes, you could do no wrong

Kaname cares for you ineffably, and by the age of ten, you were well aware of it. You knew he had a sister as he very seldomly spoke of her, and frankly, you were curious about her — who she was.

Lying to you didn't make him feel the slightest bit at ease. Twisting the truth to such a sweet girl was a sin like no other, yet he felt as though it was necessary. The possibility of you growing close to Yuki was far too strong. The thought alone made him ill.

“Kaname~! When can I meet Yuki?” You whined, giving the end of his coat a soft tug. “You make her sound like an angel the way you talk about her.”

“You are the angel, Lady [Name],” He smiled, gently taking your hands in his own. You giggled, seeing as his hand nearly engulfed your much smaller ones. “I'm afraid I don't know when you'll have the opportunity to see Yuki.”

It seems that Kaname is the perfect person to stand by your side. Your parents thought so too, seeing as the Kurans were second in command in the vampire world, and his pureblood abilities would deem useful.

On that note, upon your exposure to the world, meetings were something you were required to attend; with or without your parents. Kaname is more than happy to stick by your side, as he fears for your safety when left alone with such atrocious men.

You'd always found it strange how distant some aristocrats appeared. It'd soured your mood on more than one occasion. Truth be told, Kaname took it upon himself to remove their horrid influence on you; well, the possibility of it. Not just anyone was allowed to speak with you.

Times like these make Kaname quite thankful for his authoritative power in the world. He'd hate to dirty his hands with the foul blood of those old cretins, in front of you nonetheless. But my dear they were a few unlucky ones. (Hanabusa watch your back).

Without knowing it you would grow fairly attached to the Kuran. Unfortunately, that was his plan. Once you've fully grown dependent on him, he will finally be able to ensure your safety. It's only a matter of time before you mature and rule in your parents' place. Sure, loyalty wouldn't be difficult to come by, for it comes naturally to your family. Yet the thought pains him so terribly.

No matter how long your ruling may be. The struggles you come across. Kaname will be there to coddle you and fix them as he always does. You wouldn't have to lift so much as a finger!

Kaname will forever serve you. No matter the choices you make or the emotions you feel. You will always be his little vampire princess.