#kinda coop inspired

[artbypockets]

;)

[asleepinawell]

i know that it is considered "cheating" to summon a buddy in soulsborne games by some people who take games way too seriously, but difficulty aside, it's just fun as heck? like if you get a really good summon and the two of you are just in sync and both get super excited after you win? it's just fantastic. faith in humanity restored moments, would recommend

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 6 - Blowjob ft Diluc (Genshin Impact)

I wasn't originally gonna post today bc it's kinda been a long day and I had ZERO motivation/ideas so just meh but THEEEEEN a friend went feral and inspired me lmaoooooooo @moraxsthrone thank youuu and come get your food, heh

“You little minx…” 

So maybe not the best place to do this, but as it often happens, Diluc’s stern resolve often crumbles the moment you open your mouth.

Especially when it’s to wrap tightly around his cock, your plush lips teasing and sucking him dry.

The both of you were in his office at Dawn winery, he had been reviewing some documents when you insisted he needed to relax, and apparently your idea for that was to drop to your knees with your hands gently pushing his thighs apart causing him to blush and sputter. 

Diluc’s hand cradles the back of your head, gloved fingers pulling slightly at your hair as you work his cock with soft breathy moans. The winery is quiet, the maids and other employees at work, and the evening light filters through the window along with the last cries of birds as they retreat to sleep.

“Hah… you’re… q-quite a handful you know.” He hisses, but his words have no bite to it. He groans and tosses his head back as your tongue slides along the underside of his thick dick. Your hand squeezes at the base where your mouth doesn’t reach, fingers slick and wet with drool as you pump him slowly. 

You giggle and pull back, playfully tracing a vein with your tongue. “You love me for it.” You lick your lips. “And, you need to stop working so much I told you, you need to relax~” You tease, kissing at his tip making it twitch and then open your mouth to sink back down as far as you can go.

“Archons, that feels so good…” He says breathlessly. You hum around his cock, the vibrations making him moan again and buck his hips.

You stare at him as you suck him down, eyes bright with amusement. Your other hand leaves its resting place at his thigh to cup his balls, you massage them a little, warm and heavy in your palm and groan on his dick again, this time not on purpose but rather anticipating his load going down your throat.

“Yesss… good girl, just like that” His gloved hand reaches to gently cup your jaw, looking down at you with hazy half-lidded eyes. He loves you more and more with every day, he thinks, smoothing his thumb along the apple of your cheek. His cock twitches again at the sight of your mouth stretched so obscenely over his girth. 

He feeds you more of his length, slowly slipping further into your throat by fisting at your hair and pushing, you eagerly accept, drooling and gagging.

“So, so good…” Diluc says quietly. “Taking me so well…”

You whine, tears springing to your eyes as his cockhead reaches the back of your mouth, your nose pressed against the coarse red hair at his navel. The weight of him in your mouth and the musky scent making your head spin. 

“Relax, breathe through your nose…” 

“Master Diluc?”

“Fuck!”

There is a knock at the office door and both of you jump at the suddenness. If you weren’t choking before, you sure are now as you pull back and try to muffle your coughs. The door is locked at least, even though none of the maids, nor Elzer would enter without explicit permission. 

“A-Adelinde” Diluc clears his throat. “Do you need something?” 

“I simply came to check on you, you have been cooped up there all afternoon. Dinner will be served soon, unless you’d prefer I bring you something if you’ll remain at work?” She asks diligently, voice muffled through the door though she seems not bothered by the fact at all. 

“It’s fine, I’ll be finished soon. You can serve dinner as usual I’ll come-” He jolts “downstairs in a moment.”

He glares down at you, and you smirk, his cock in your hand as you nuzzle at it and drag kisses along the length. 

Oh he’ll come alright.

You nip at the base of his cock, sucking a mark into the pale skin there, your soft hand massaging the tip. Diluc shivers and hisses at you to stop. You promptly ignore him.

“Alright. As you wish Master Diluc.”  Soft footsteps walk away and the winery’s owner sighs in relief. 

You giggle as you continue to jerk him, now licking at the pearly stuff that gathers at the tip. 

“You are a menace, did you know that?.”

“Master Diluc~” You tease with a sultry voice, blinking your eyelashes at him coyly.

He flushes red. “Stop that. And we better get going, that was too close and I don’t want her getting suspicious if we don’t appear at the dinner table in the next few moments.” Diluc replies, making a gesture to tuck himself and stand, but you plant your hands on his thighs and stare up at him resolutely. 

“Oh no you won’t, I’ll finish what I started. You aren’t thinking of going downstairs with a hard-on like this, are you Master Diluc?” You lick along the length teasingly, trying to keep him slick. “Besides, I'm pretty sure Adelinde has heard me scream your name before.” You mumble.

“She doesn’t need to know-”

“She knows.” You roll your eyes.

Diluc says nothing and only stares at you, partially embarrassed but mostly turned on. You smile sweetly at him and swallow back his cock into your warm wetness. He huffs.

“Well then, since you’re so bold and want so desperately to get your fill…” He grasps your hair again at the back of your head, just at the base of your neck, and slides in deep. You keen and Diluc fucks into your mouth, swift and short thrusts with a clear purpose, to shut you up and fill your mouth with his seed, exactly what you want, isn’t it?.

You grasp at him desperate and needy, whimpering and whining every time he pushes in, warmth pooling between your legs.

Diluc grunts, looking at you with red eyes ablaze with lust.

“Show me. Show me how good you are… take it- all!” He comes with a choked groan, a deep sound as his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw tenses, he tilts his head slightly back and you think about how hot this man is for a split second before all you can process is the warm stickiness down your throat.    

You swallow it all down, scrambling between his legs, pulling at his clothes and whining. 

The two of you pant as you slip back, a thread of saliva connecting your swallowing lips to his softening length. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show him the spend that’s collected in your tongue before gobbling it up too. 

Temptress. Diluc thinks. “What a sight. Good girl.” He tilts your chin with his fingers and you follow easily as he guides you to a chaste kiss. 

“Now. We better head downstairs before Adelinde comes knocking again.” He fixes his clothes, looking perfectly presentable. You stand up and dust your clothes, knees hurting slightly but it was totally worth it. He wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you close just a second, his breath hot on your ear. “And then, after dinner, maybe I’d enjoy some dessert.” 

You grin. 

[norikuna]

r/AsksReddit | Help! I think I accidentally summoned the King of Curses ! ⌦ part one of ?

💬 hi reddit, i know this sounds fake but i swear on my life it's true. i was just messing around with this prank book my friends got me last christmas and it had some 'ancient' summoning spells in it. i didn't even think it would work but there's a 7ft demon looking guy sitting on my couch and i don't know how to get rid of him.

Sorry, this post has been removed by moderators of r/AsksReddit. MOD: Please ask real and serious questions, thank you.

💬 update! the mods removed my post but i'm genuinely telling the truth here. anyway, it turns out that by summoning him, i think i bound us together for eternity. sukuna (that's his name) isn't that bad and he's kinda like a big, lazy cat.

u/9to5exorcist : Ryomen Sukuna? Are you quite sure? u/tenshadowsanimalcrossing : You're joking, no way u summoned sukuna lmfao. u/you : not joking! i took him grocery shopping today! u/SixEyesSensei : dm me asap!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!!

inspired by @kasukuna and the most amazing dumbass boyfriend!sukuna fics 🤎

absolutely refuses to use your furniture properly. sukuna insults your apartment for at least 2 whole days and calls it a sad, little domain. he has no idea what paying rent is like in this economy. lounges across the couch with all four arms spread, sits on the kitchen counters, and insists on rearranging your entire living room spread so he can move around it easier.

now you're constantly sleep deprived by having this deadbeat, massive behemoth of an awful flatmate. sukuna keeps telling you that he's a medieval sorcerer, someone who flattened entire clans and mountains but it's hard to take him seriously when he keeps hitting his head on your low ceilings. he's always so loud around the apartment, complaining about how boring it is for him to be stuck and bound to you forever. if you're a university student or just someone who's employed, he thinks he's being helpful by offering to curse your professors/employees.

you have to beg him to get some real clothes. you're slowly getting used to the anatomically strange sight of a 7ft man with four arms, but you know that others are going to call the police. he's usually wondering around your apartment and loitering in his loose, wide pants. nothing else, not even a shirt. occasionally sukuna will drape a cloak around his torso but you have to basically wrestle a baggy shirt over his head. and he bites you, at least thrice.

refuses to help clean, and claims he's very much above menial labour. one day, you threaten to leave sukuna hungry if he doesn't contribute for at least five minutes. he begrudgingly starts picking up after himself, but not before bestowing you with the ugliest death threats of all time.

sukuna is the very definition of a lazy freeloader. well, you told him to be useful and get a job, but then the idea of him causing more problems and insurance paperwork later made you break out in a cold sweat. so he usually spends his hours just loitering around your apartment, and draining your resources. never puts dishes in the sink and still doesn't grasp the concept of a fridge so he's always leaving the door open.

but he is very curious about modern day life. seems like the world has really moved ahead in the one thousand years that sukuna hasn't walked the earth. asks a million questions about wifi, the internet, a phone, streaming services and so on. he will be the last to admit it but he loves trashy reality television, and he enjoys watching 'pathetic humans squabbling over pathetic things'. has an ugly, evil-ass laugh that wakes up your neighbours at 3am.

after weeks of being cooped up in your apartment, he starts complaining. loudly. stomping around and getting even nastier, to the point where you have to give in. he tells you that he is no house pet, and if you don't let him outside, he will go anyway and have his own fun. god help you, sukuna's idea of fun in the big city will involve blood and destruction so you relent and prep him with a million rules that he ignores.

has a beef with a bunch of birds that sit outside your apartment every morning. definitely the type of weirdo that glares back at birds and throws rocks at them. backfired, because the entire swarm started flocking around him. but you did promise him that you'd let him go outside, so you decide to start with somewhere easy. grocery shopping.

already impressed with the idea of grocery shopping and parking lots. has no clue why humans would cram their 'carriages' in one place, and has no concept of traffic laws. you try patiently explaining that these cars weigh tonnes of metal and they can really injure a person. sukuna's pretty confident that no car could ever even scratch him. cue the big delivery truck that almost runs him down.

completely fascinated by sliding doors. it's already embarrassing enough being outside with a loud, rude tank with pink hair and tattoos. but now he's holding up gruntled customers trying to figure out what enchantment allows glass to move so smoothly on its own. keeps stepping back and forth in front of them to watch them open and close. almost breaks them with the strength of just one cracked fingers before you plead with him to keep moving.

sukuna encounters an escalator for the first time and refuses to step on it, and vows to bash in the head of the little kid who gave him a big side eye. after five minutes of arguing, he finally steps onto the moving belt and almost tilts off-balance, but he's got a tattooed hand practically gripping the side for dear life.

literally the biggest hater when he's inside properly. makes snarky remarks about how this flashy bazaar can't possibly be for real merchants who respect the trade. you try to show him the different types of stores, but he's more interested in people watching. loud people-watching. you almost go home when sukuna asks another man why he's swallowing wet balls. hint: it was an innocent guy having bubble tea.

entirely interested in new fruits and vegetables that he's never seen before. but he'll pretend he doesn't give a flying fuck. has taken a deep liking to tomatoes, and comments that these delicious, tasty red globes were not around during his era. sukuna thinks colourful cereal boxes are the worst things to ever happen to mankind, and you fear that you gave him too much internet access when he sneers at you for picking up a box of froot loops - suddenly muttering things about artificial and fake foods with fake flavours.

baffled by the concept of frozen food, and wonders what sort of jujutsu keeps the meat cold and fresh? practically wide-eyed when he reaches the butcher's stand until you tell him that 'no, sukuna. you can't buy steak and eat it raw here. we have to get home and cook it.' he's just happy to see the deli. he opens the freezer and fridge doors for too long and lets all the cold out.

he has no concept of modern money or a credit card. insists that there is no need to trade for these goods, and he can just take what he wants. you believe him but you're trying to avoid the mall police, but he just stands behind with his arms crossed, while you sigh and take out your credit card to pay at the self checkout.

sukuna refuses to sit still at the food court, and towers over the poor workers. demands to know how the food is made, "is it poisoned? who are your chefs?" the poor teenager working the kebab store has to call the manager to get this fiend of a man to back off. he's able to polish off a doner kebab in two, nasty bites. refuses to carry any of your shopping bags and claims that he's not a mule. you remind him that he put in five tubs of ice creams and two watermelons, and he begrudgingly slings the lightest bag over his shoulder and leaves you to haul the rest up.

but who knew the key to keeping your local king of curses happy was to just simply take him out for a walk? sukuna seems more energised (while you feel like death warmed over) and he's already tearing open a bag of your favourite crisps, insisting that next time he will be able to conquer this 'shopping centre' properly and rule it with ease.

[pearlsinmyhair]

˖⋆˚₊⊹ his muse

hobie brown x fem!reader

this has been in my drafts for. forever. like it was summer when i wrote it on a whim. this initially started as a request for hobie with a reader that came from wealth. the vivienne westwood imagery picked up from there, and i just kinda had fun with it. and now im posting it- huzzah!

warnings: smoking (cigarettes). mentions of drinking. slight nsfw at the very end. meet-cute that leads to smut. hobie being a flirt. fem!reader.

hobie is in the midst of a creative rut that he can’t get out of, no matter how much he tries to. that is, until some inspiration walks through the door.

hobie was in a musical rut.

which never happened to him. never. if he needed a subject for a song, all he had to do was look outside for five minutes or watching the news for even less to have a subject.

that was the wonderful thing about hating the establishment: infinite cruelty, infinite song ideas.

but here he was, staring down at his guitar and picking at strings aimlessly. nothing came to him, no note or melody stuck out to him as song worthy.

he was sitting on the worn couch in his band’s makeshift studio, crosslegged and hunched over his guitar like a madman.

a soft knock came from the doorway, and he looked up to find one of his band mates hitting their knuckles against the doorway.

“you need to get out, man. you’re cooped up.” he said, stepping into the room to stand over hobie like a mother hen. “some fresh air will do you good.”

hobie scoffed, never one to take orders from anyone. but then he exhaled and leaned back, looking up at his friend with an exasperated expression.

“and where exactly do you intend for us to go?” he asked lowly, grumbling.

that’s exactly how he ended up here, in a music club full of bodies he didn’t want to touch and liquor he didn’t want to drink.

it wasn’t a traditional club scene by any means. It was a bit more artistic, leaning away from rave-style places that he’d gone to before. but it still wasn’t his preferred place.

he nursed a shirley temple, which his friend had shoved into his hand unceremoniously before disappearing into the crowd. hobie had decided that he would be the designated driver, and he understood that his band mates were going to take full advantage of that fact.

when they entered the place, his drummer had leaned over.

“maybe you’ll find a muse, hobes. i’m sure there’s plenty of pretty things in this place to give you ideas.” the boy wiggled his brows, and hobie promptly shoved him away with a chuckle.

now, he leaned against a counter and wondered what the hell he was doing. this wasn’t air. this was just distracting noise.

and said noise was becoming a little too much for his senses.

he made eye contact with one of his more sober mates, gesturing that he was going to go somewhere private. he sent a text to their group chat as well saying the same thing.

not a role model

-> heading to the back, text or call if you need me

little drummer boy

-> you’re no fun, man.

not a role model

-> 🖕🏿

he moved down a hallway, the sound of bass and electronic beats fading into a pleasant jazz sound that made its way through the speakers overhead.

the space behind the actual club was a kind of lounge, filled with warm ambiance and vinyl records and leather arm chairs. when his friends brought him here, he always inevitably retreated to this quieter space.

it was ironic really. the punk unable to handle crowds and noise. but this was a much different setting from his own shows, so he cut himself some slack.

he sunk into one of the armchairs in a side room, his head lolling back to look up at the ceiling. his head slightly throbbed, and he began to regret not drinking water.

he reached in his pocket to pull out a cigarette box.

he wasn’t a casual smoker, not by a long shot. it just helped to have something to drag on sometimes, something to burn his throat while he was thinking.

right as he put the cig to his lips, the door banged open and slammed shut once more, the lock sliding home.

his spider-senses told him to prepare, but when he looked up they stopped buzzing.

because a girl leaned against the wall across from him, her chest heaving and her eyes wide.

she looked afraid, scared. the way her fingers trembled alerted him to the sheer amount of adrenaline running through her veins currently.

and she hadn’t even noticed him yet. he took a moment to glance over her.

she wore a pretty little lace dress, black and short, with straps that barely cling to her shoulders. his eyes drifted down her bare legs to the black platform gogo boots on her feet, and he was impressed with the height she was balancing on. he knew from experience that those shits weren’t easy to master.

he had been a model once, and he knew enough to see that the girls clothes were expensive. like, wearing his rent expensive.

she took an anxious step, only to wobble like a baby deer, legs too long to stand properly.

maybe not so stable after all.

when she still didn’t notice him (too busy listening to the door), he opened his mouth to make himself known.

“runnin’ from something, little fawn?”

her eyes snapped to him, and she jumped slightly when she realized that someone else was in the room with her. her wide doe eyes did nothing to help disapprove the nickname. she opened and closed her mouth to speak, struggling to get the words out.

“i’m not running.”

he chuckled.

“no? do ya’ slam and lock doors at clubs often then?”

she scoffed at him, rolling her eyes. she took a step away from the door, though he could tell she was keeping track of any noise.

“i’m just…catching my breath.” she said, pulling at the necklace around her throat.

hobie’s eyes drifted down to it, surprised to find a string of pearls with an all too familiar saturn pendent.

his curiosity got the best of him. “real or fake?”

her eyes darted up to meet his, and she looked away in embarrassment as she said “real.”

he let out an impressed whistle. “that’s why you’re running.” he mumbled as the pieces clicked together.

she gave him an incredulous look, eyebrows furrowing in a way that he found adorable.

“my guess” he said as he stood from the chair, taking a step towards the girl. “is that you definitely aren’t supposed to be here. rich girl, pretty dress, innocent look. this place is practically forbidden for your like.”

her gaze hardened into a glare. “and what exactly is my like, hobie brown?”

he smirked. “you know my name.”

a statement. she deflated slightly.

“i’ve been to your shows.” she said, voice lowering. it was just enough to make him realize how close they were. he registered her body language quickly, noting how she didn’t shy away. so he didn’t either.

“interestin’, doll. does your daddy know?”

“don’t condescend me.”

he took a step back then, raising his hand in an ‘i come in peace’ gesture. “easy there. just askin.”

he went to grab a lighter to light his cigarette, reaching down into his jackets pocket. when he found nothing, he groaned softly.

a click made him look up, only to be met with the girl holding up a lighter of her own. he leaned forward to light his cigarette, and she held his gaze as the sizzling sound breiflu filled their silence.

“as you can see” she said softly. “i am not quite ‘my like’.”

he let out a puff of smoke, making sure to turn his head so that it didn’t flow into her pretty face. she coughed anyway.

he chucked. “what you doin’ with a light if you don’t smoke?”

she flipped the lighter in her hand, and it took a moment to notice that it was one of the silver heart ones that were popular.

“you like vivienne, huh?” he said, looking down at her with half lidded eyes as he took another drag.

“what can i say, i have a thing for punks.” she replied, looking up at him through her lashes.

oh, he was going to eat her.

“s’that so?” he asked, wanting to drag whatever admission she was holding in. he leaned close over her, and she stretched her neck to look right up at him. this close, he could smell whatever shampoo she used.

she was off limits. but he never really abided by rules, did he?

“what’re you runnin’ from, doll?” he asked, tapping his cigarette out as he waited for an answer.

“my father sent a body guard out to find me. i snuck out, and the man’s in the club right now.” she said, watching the way his lips curled around the cigarette.

the air kicked on, and the girl below him shivered. he shrugged off his jacket with a sigh, pulling it around her. she accepted it gratefully, practically nuzzling up against the collar.

fuck, he was a goner.

“better get you out of here, then.” he said, using the edges of his jacket to tug her closer. she smirked, allowing him to pull her against his body. “that would be great.”

he leaned down as he texted the chat, brushing his lips against the top of her ear as he typed.

not a role model

-> hey, i got someone i need to take home. anyone sober?

little drummer boy

-> the fuck are you on about, why would anyone be sober.

fresh meat

-> i am, go enjoy yourself hobes.

thank god for tyler, he thought as he pulled back the collar of his jacket to press his mouth to the girls jaw.

as she snuck him into her room later, the lyrics of a song began to write themselves in his head.

and as he thrust into her, her hands fumbling against her silk sheets and her moans in his ear, he realized that he had found his muse after all.

hobie’s masterlist

[thatdeadaquarius]

I have a random idea for some sagau crack loosely based on my dynamic with my friend so Im giving it to you because I have been enjoying your sagau language stuff :D

Imagine there are two readers that are two different people. Like, not as in clones they are just two separate people that are rlly good friends on earth. They both really like genshin and play the game, and they both have self aware teyvat citizens. Reader 1 is a whale. They invest a l o t of money on the game, have all the characters, and all the characters have five star weapons. They are like the usual sagau reader you see. They have used up so much money on getting all of the characters, and I mean A L L of them, best weapons, constellations and put a lot of care into it. The place where they really get to show off is their knowledge and love for the lore, and are really invested into it and read all of the artifact descriptions and books. They know about primordial one, the four shining shades, random useless facts about items and often rant to reader 2 about their theories. Their quest bar is always empty because they did them to check out the lore of the game, and are always searching for more lore. They basically play everyday and are always reacting and talking to the characters out loud, unaware that they can hear them.

Meanwhile, Reader 2 is a f2p who is only interested in the archon quest lore and the lore of their fav characters. Because they are f2p, their options are limited so there is some blatant favoritism. They choose their fav character to save up for, and then pull for them. After they get the character they want, they will no longer pull and save up from there. Because of this, they only have like 5 five stars and only have zero five star weapon. Their favourite character is their main(*cough* wanderer *cough*), and unlike reader 1 who uses all of their characters regularly, reader 2 sticks to this character for most of their gameplay unless they need to use someone else. However, reader 2 takes almost an entire month to finish building a character, because they go overboard with the artifact stats. You would expect to normally have a 50 180 crit ratio, but reader 2’s dps characters always, and I mean ALWAYS have 50 200 crit ratio or more. Like, their main (it doesnt have to be wanderer but Im putting him here anyways) has 70 and 200 crit ratio, is crowned, full 4 pc best in slot, and is even crowned and faruzan only needs like 200 er but reader 2 gave them 300. (Im totally not putting this here because this is what I did/j) Reader 2 is also the type to never speak while gaming, so the first time they spoke everyone turned it into a national holiday to be celebrated. They also play a lot less than player 1. Player 1 plays everyday while player 2 plays for a month straight and then takes a long break to wait for the content to pile up.

So these two gremlin besties are always speaking with each other, and are always on coop. Whenever player 1 needs help making team comps or building characters, they just ask player 2 for help. And whenever player 2 needs help understanding the lore of the game, they ask player 1. But all I can think abt is the first time they cooped. Imagine player 1 was using childe and then when the coop starts, both childe and wanderer are very confused as to wtf is going on. Like, childe is confused because he sensed a strange aura coming form them like whenever someone gets controlled by reader 1, and wanderer is confused because reader 2 seemed so excited that they were talking, but its just childe? Reader 2 always skips childe’s banners.

Thats it lol, hope this wasnt too long.

Not long at all! Or more like, I like long asks so feel free to share! :D

IM SO SORRY ITS LIKE MONTHS LATER TO GET TO YOU I PROMISE I LOVE UR STUFF AND AM SUPER EXCITED TO SEE IT,

IM JUST SLOW AND GOOFY 😭😭

Said friends in genshin like: ^^^

this kinda inspires me/reminds me of @mists-reading-nook soldier/poet/king post, you should check xe stuff!! Gave me brainrot to this day tbh, like im imaging how that “3rd King style of worship” would look like even now lmao ive been down bad 😭

☆

Sun: 2 Readers! (as desc. above), (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: wanderer/childe, mentions of others i forgot to focus on any one character or nation :/

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing language, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

dual symbolism everywhere, obv you both thought “for the twins” but it just kept getting out of hand the more the game updated over the months lol

like shrines/temples/churches showing up more often in new countries/areas and always identifying the same 2 gods

obv the for-the-lore player picked up on it first, and by the time the trickle-down effect happened, where characters/NPCs were outright talking about these gods, the 2nd was asking the lore knower to explain lol

the 2 gods kept getting referred to by a few names, like “The Soldier and the Scholar” or “The Sage and the Warrior” or “The Keeper and the Pursuer” etc.

after awhile of comparing both of your games, you realize that some vision users/gods tend to use the soldier/warrior/pursuer titles more often when talking about one of you, and the other gets the sage/scholar/keeper more often

u both get excited, maybe its bc you chose diff travelers or some other reason, but when u try and post abt it or otherwise ask other players u get a lot of negatives/”hasnt happened for me”s??

u both just think the games glitched or some dev is playing a prank on you two maybe,

it gets weirder when u both realize the lore player be over here getting random gifts from all the characters in the mail all the time

and just as grinding players like “ :’( my favs don't like me?? but they have the best artifacts and maxed friendship levels..”

they get flooded with multiple gifts from their main characters, most of which benefit the grind tbh lmao (like a bunch of cheaper materials or crystals to level up artifacts/weapons or to ascend that character = no more slaughtering every samurai on sight for their handguards or collected a fuckton of those blue layered mushrooms for wanderer)

god u were both grateful to this glitch ngl, it saved a lot of dumb misc tasks and was just a nice touch

no but the amount of confusion inside the game from when u first started playing together, like each of ur games began with stuff abt 1 god, then as u co-oped moved onto 2 gods (like said at the beginning)

the lore player is blabbing away like you do, which begins to be heard by the other player’s game world

like it starts as whispers in battle, then all the time, then a quiet convo in the background all the time, until they can just hear u out of earshot esp word for word when they focus!! at first the vision-users/gods got all excited bc their god was speaking!! finally!!! until I'm sure they heard narration that didn't fit/it was there sometimes even when their god’s presence wasn't?/voice sounded “off” to them/didnt fit their god…??

ok ik u were joking abt the national holiday,,, but I’m not. 😈

THE FIRST WORDS 2ND SPOKE BEING IN A PROPHECY, REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS THEY SAY.

Player 1, playing as Childe, steals a singular (1) sweet flower from Player 2, who has Wanderer out:

P2: “I seriously hate you. Listen to what I’m saying, I can’t stand you.”

(Wanderer panicking that its abt him- Childe freezing bc he managed to piss off a god that feels as powerful as his own- the PROPHECY LMAO- )

P1: “… you miss me.”

(everyone else: 💥vine boom sound 💥😦😨😰???)

P2: “I hate you.”

P1: “You miss me and you love me, why must we fight??”

(everyone else: 💥vine boom again💥🤨🫠??…)

P2: “I hate you-”

P1: “-we gotta good thing going on, you and I, why must we tussle??”

(everyone else: 💥yet another vine boom💥 💀💀)

(the absolute deep anxiety/pure confusion as the two harbingers heads just ping pong back and forth towards the voices lmao)

u two scare the shit out of any characters u do this with lol

they do get used to it as u talk, and the characters even manage to interact (thru hacking magical shenanigans and discord)

to send thank you gifts to player 1 for getting player 2 to talk more lol

along with sending copies of any lore books that player 2 has gotten that player 1 hasn't!

and it becomes common/tradition to exchange gifts like this to thank or appreciate the other god, like player 1 characters sending thank you gift copies of rare materials or ascension stuff that player 1 had that player 2 didn't (esp making sure to send during resinless hours lmao)

overall, 10/10, whats better than 1 god that plays one way? 2 gods that compensate for each other and now u have 2x the worshippers

(i wonder how meeting alternate versions of themselves would go, bc id like to headcanon that each of ur behavior towards them/ur unique influence has changed them a bit comparing, like they arent carbon copies anymore, not like they used to be…)

☆

hey sorry for slowing down guys!!

i just feel bad its taken me forever to get to these asks, so i wanted to take what time i could lately and charge thru them so i could spam post lol

I've also been working on fics! so that's delayed things by a lot, bc fics take longer to “respond to” than short asks or replies

my poor bsd fic

Anyway thank you so much for sending this in!!! I'm so sorry i took forever to get to it, and i hope u enjoyed response/my brain shitting this out lol

have a good weekend!! :D

Safe Travels Anon!!

💀♒

If you wanna join a taglist, DM me what for! "Pspspsss, please tag me for [All SAGAU posts, Only SAGAU Language AUs, diff fandom, etc.]!"

(If you ever wanna drop, just DM me! "No more taglists/[specifically this AU/fandom] please!")

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi / @fallen-starr / @areaderofbooks / @devilangel657 / @esthelily / @justinsomniachild / @nanithefuck / @questionotmystopit

@kiyomi-uchiha777

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: things between you and your mom escalate and you make the impulsive decision to move in with your online friend who saves your life and shines like the brightest star... pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut; online friends to roommates+lovers warnings: swearing, mommy issues, suicidal thoughts, insecurities, crying, pet names, eating out, blowjob, protected sex, praise kink, mommy kink, one (1) bad star wars joke, the nbhd references, subspace (kinda?), lowkey possessive hwa, one bed trope (but there is a couch, they just ignore it) author's note: this is incredibly personal and i felt so vulnerable while writing it but i better post it real quick before i chicken out 🙃 the title is inspired by the neighbourhood's daddy issues (remix) even though reader has mommy issues lol word count: 4.3k

You are cooped up in your room, physically shaking. You have no tears left to cry so you are laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it all. You were so tired of it. You love your mom, you really do. You would never do anything to harm her. But you are absolutely sick of the way she was treating you. Always belittling your interests, not letting you go out past a certain hour even though you were old enough to do so, yelling at you for the smallest mistakes, suffocating you with her unrealistic expectations, saying you were stupid and would never amount to anything if it hadn't been for her strict parenting style, even though you had practically sacrificed your mental health and social life to get high grades. And whenever you brought up all the ways in which she'd hurt you, she would try to gaslight you and pull shit like: "I never said that." "You're being overdramatic." "You're so ungrateful." All your friends said you deserved better. They tried their best to support you emotionally. But words could only do so much. You need out. If you stayed another moment in this toxic environment, you felt like you would do something terrible to yourself. Something there was no coming back from.

The only person you feel like talking to right now was your online friend Seonghwa. You'd met him on a Star Wars forum eight months ago and you'd been talking to each other pretty much every free minute. He was your light in the darkness and brought you so much happiness you couldn't remember what your life before him had been like. He always knew just what to say and comforted you like nobody else could. And when you didn't feel like talking, he distracted you successfully by organizing streaming sessions for the two of you. He is, for lack of a better word, perfect. There is only one downside. He lives thousands of kilometres away from you.

You: Talk to me. About anything. Please? Starshine98: What happened??? You: I don't wanna talk about it. I don't even wanna think about it. Starshine98: Got it. Your mom, right? You: Is my tragic existence so transparent? Starshine98: Whatever she said, you know it's not your fault. You: I know. But Hwa…it hurts so much I feel like dying. I can't do this anymore. Starshine98: Don't say that. You are so important to me. And to your friends. And to your mom, as well, even if she has a messed up way of showing it. You: Still….I need to get out of here as soon as possible but I can't do that without getting a stable job first. And it's so hard to find one. Starshine98: What if you came to live with me? My apartment has enough space for two… You: You live across the world? I can't even afford a plane ticket. Starshine98: Don't worry about money, I'll send you an E-ticket. You: I can't ask you to do that… Starshine98: You're not asking, I'm offering. You're going through something traumatic and you obviously need a change of scenery. I'm not asking you to stay with me forever, just for as long as you need to take care of your mental health. Just say the word and I'll buy the ticket. You: This is far too generous of you. Starshine98: I'm not as selfless as you think. I'm so worried about your well-being that keeping an eye on you myself would help me sleep better at night. You: Sweet. Starshine98: So? What do you say? You: Fuck it. Let's do this.

A couple of minutes later you receive a digital plane ticket from Seonghwa. The feeling of staring at it is so surreal you feel like you might pass out. You quickly pack only the bare essentials into a bag and scribble a letter to your parents. You know your mom will be furious and your dad will be worried sick but still, you want to leave the apartment while she's still asleep to avoid the confrontation. This is the best decision you could have possibly made in this situation. And for the first time in forever, you are finally doing something impulsive, something crazy without asking for permission. And damn, does it make you feel alive.

As you get off the plane, your eyes scan the airport for Seonghwa. You debate turning on your phone but then you would be faced with missed calls from your parents and right now, you are not ready to face the reality of what you've done. Luckily enough, you quickly spot a large sign with your name on it. It's him! You rush through the crowd and directly into his arms. He drops the sign in disbelief and gives you the tightest hug possible. This is insane. You can't believe you're actually here.

"Hi, sweet girl," Seonghwa says and his voice sound even lovelier than during the video chats you've had with him.

"Hi, starshine," you chuckle nervously.

"How was your flight?" he asks.

"Couldn't wait for it to be over," you admit.

"Yeah? You wanted to see me that bad?" Hwa teases you.

"More like couldn't wait to visit Seoul," you joke. "Go sightseeing."

"Sorry to disappoint but I'm taking you home first."

Home. You liked the sound of that.

"This is my room, this is the living room, this is the kitchen and this is the bathroom. Any questions?" Seonghwa inquires after he's done showing you around his apartment.

"Um, not to sound ungrateful but…where will I…you know, sleep?" you ask.

"My room, obviously. I'll take the couch in the living room," Hwa shrugs.

"What? No, Hwa, I can't…this is your apartment. I would feel so guilty I wouldn't fall asleep at all."

"Do you have another suggestion?"

"Duh! I will sleep on the couch!"

Seonghwa shakes his head, visibly distressed by the idea.

"It's pretty cold in the living room. You'll be more comfortable in my room."

"Well…we could share the bed, then? You do have a king size. If…that's okay with you."

"Are you sure?" Hwa wants to know.

You nod without thinking too much into it.

"You're my best friend and I just moved across the world. Sharing a bed with you does not worry me."

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I'll try to get it for you."

"Right now I just need a hug."

Seonghwa abides by your wishes and soon enough, the two of you find yourselves cuddling under the warm blanket. Minutes later you are crying and spilling the beans about your latest fight with your mom. When you tell him the whole story, he feels like throwing up.

"H-how could she say that to her own d-daughter?" Hwa stammers in disbelief.

You notice tears falling down his beautiful cheeks and trace a finger against his skin.

"Honestly? I'm kinda used to it. But it was so bad I couldn't take it anymore."

"You're not supposed to. You're a literal angel, I don't understand her behaviour at all."

You give him a sad smile.

"I'm not a saint, either. I mean, I've kept secrets from her and stuff. I just wish things could get resolved by communicating but she always refuses to hear my side of the story."

"The only reason why you've kept secrets was to protect your sanity. She's being unreasonable for not letting you follow your passions. What kind of a parent would say such harmful things?"

"Right?" you laugh bitterly. "You get me like no one else."

Seonghwa strokes your hair lovingly and kisses your forehead.

"My darling girl. You deserve so much better."

"Sometimes I wish you were my mom," in a moment of intense vulnerability, you murmur without thinking but the words are already out of your mouth and it's too late to take them back.

"W-what?" Hwa appears taken aback.

"S-sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me," you cover your face with your hands.

"Say it again. Please."

You take a peek nervously. His reaction is not one of disgust as you feared but rather…curiosity?

"I wish you were my mom," you repeat, your cheeks flushed with color.

"Do you know what I'd do if I were your mom?" Seonghwa asks.

You shake your head, desperately needing to hear what he's thinking.

"If you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do to keep you safe and protect you, make sure no one could hurt you, least of all me. I'd let you follow your passions. If you went out at night, I'd be worried sick, of course, but I'd be happy you're having fun with your friends. I'd tell you I'm proud of you no matter what grades you got. If you kept secrets from me, I wouldn't yell at you, but I'd ask myself what I did wrong. You know why? Because I trust you. And I care about you so deeply that I'd like to win your trust, too."

Your vision is blurry with tears. You feel like Hwa just fixed something he didn't break. Whatever he has to offer, you want all of it.

"I'd like that very much."

"You'd let me take care of you? Call you mine?" Seonghwa needs to know.

"Yes, please."

"My precious girl," he purrs in your ear.

"Hwa…just to be clear, what does that make us?" you ask, confused about the line between friendship and…whatever this is.

"What do you want us to be? Girlfriend and boyfriend? Daughter and…mom? Friends with benefits?"

You chuckle at the variety of labels he suggests.

"I think I'd like to be your girlfriend. If you'll have me," you blink, suddenly feeling insecure. You don't have much to offer. But whatever little you have, you're willing to give to him.

"I will. And I'd be honoured to be your boyfriend."

You bury your head into his chest, overwhelmed with positive feelings and excitement for the future that awaits the two of you.

"Let me take you out on a date tomorrow. But first, you need sleep."

"Okay, mom," you laugh wholeheartedly. "Will you sing me a lullaby?"

"Anything for my best girl," Seonghwa promises.

The following day he takes you to a really lovely date at a local restaurant and treats you so well, like no one else before in your life. You feel so blessed and lucky to have met him that there are not enough words to describe how grateful you are to him. Not just for letting you move in with him without expecting anything in return (though that was an immensely generous gesture on his side). The reason you are grateful the most is that he accepts you with all your flaws and scarred past, he shows you such understanding and care you have only dreamed about. He is truly your shining star guiding your path through the dark and into the light.

In the evening, you finally muster up the courage to turn on your phone. You call your dad and with tears in your eyes, explain the circumstances around your latest fight with your mom and why you decided to move in with Seonghwa. Your dad is worried, of course, but he says he gets why you did it, as he has witnessed some encounters when your mom has said hurtful things to you. Though he has not explicitly stood up for you, in your private conversations, he has shown you support and eagerly awaited the day you were independent from her. He tells you your mom was furious at first but now she is just…sad. You promise you will talk to her when you feel ready but for the time being, you need some space. Your dad respects your decision and you hang up.

"You did well," Seonghwa praises you, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"Thanks," you whisper sadly.

"Shall we go to bed?" he asks.

"Aw, man, I was in such a hurry to pack that I forgot my favourite frog plushie!" you exclaim in annoyance. "I can't sleep without it."

"Last night you had no trouble falling asleep, though?" Seonghwa gently reminds you.

"You're right!" you cry out in amazement.

"I'll get you a million plushies tomorrow but for now you'll have to settle for me."

"You know what? You're more than enough. You're my favourite plushie from now on!" you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You've had the happiest week of your life. Seonghwa shows you around the city, taking you to adorable cafés, sightseeing and eating ramen by the Han river. The two of you take tons of pictures together and spend a lot of quality time. He even introduces you to his friend San and convinces him to let you work at his bookshop, which is honestly a dream job.

One morning, you wake up feeling uncharacteristically hot. Something hard is pressed against your ass. Could that be…You freeze at the realization. You wonder whether to rush out of bed. But then you risk Seonghwa waking up and you don't want him feeling embarrassed over something completely natural. You could pretend you're still asleep? But your breathing is too irregular and your skin is practically on fire. What should you do? Before you can make up your mind, you feel Seonghwa shifting behind you and the space has never felt emptier.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles sleepily.

"What are you sorry for?" you ask even though the answer is quite apparent.

"For…you know, getting hard."

"It's fine, it's a normal human reaction."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or objectified. I mean…you are hot and I've obviously thought about you before in impure ways but…I like you so much I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. You're incredibly special to me, baby."

You finally turn around to face him.

"You are the most precious person in my life, Seonghwa," you whisper. "And like, if you want me, I'm all yours. No pressure."

"But…wouldn't you want to wait longer?" he asks cautiously.

"Whenever you want, my star," you smile eagerly, hoping he takes the bait.

"Fuck it," Hwa mutters under his breath and crashes his lips into yours.

You kiss him back impatiently and bury your fingers into his soft hair. He pulls you closer to him by the waist, digging his fingers into your lower back.

"If you want to stop at any moment, just let me know, okay?" Seonghwa breaks the kiss to reassure you.

You are so touched by his words that tears are already welled up in your eyes.

"Okay. Same goes for you."

"Trust me, darling, I wouldn't want to stop," Hwa promises and buries his head into your neck, inhaling the scent of you.

He spends a long time pressing kisses everywhere he could think of: your neck, your cheeks, your hair, your nose, your collarbones, your tummy, your ears, your thighs until finally, he reaches your pussy. Guiding your legs apart with a gentle but firm hand, you are afraid of melting right there. He eats you out hungrily, his ridiculously long tongue doing wonders to your senses. Needing something to hold on to, you tug on his hair, hopeful that you are not hurting him. He starts making circular motions, increasing the pleasure. It does not take you long to finish, completely falling apart.

"I think I just died a little," you admit, laughing.

"Well, the French did call it la petite mort," Seonghwa shrugs.

"Ah, yes. The little death," you smile, fondly recalling your French classes. "I wouldn't be a good guest if I didn't return the favour, no?"

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, looking up at him to see if you're doing a good job.

"You're not a guest. I want you to feel at home," Seonghwa says and you try to take him deeper into your mouth. "You don't have to- Oh!"

You smirk as you swirl your tongue against his cock, doing your best to bring him closer to the edge.

"Such a good girl. My girl, yes?" he murmurs.

You can't verbablly respond so you nod your head frantically. Your hand is wrapped around the part of him you can't physically fit in and you blink the tears away, attempting to focus on breathing through your nose. You move your head and up down, desperately staring into his eyes to make sure he's enjoying every second of it. Soon enough, he reaches his high, sending ropes of cum down your throat. You try to swallow, not waste any drop of it.

Seonghwa strokes your cheek with his hand.

"You did so great for me," he praises you and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"T-thank you," you stutter nervously.

"You don't have to thank me," Seonghwa chuckles in confusion and flips you around so that you are lying on your back. He leans down and kisses you again even more sensually than before but with as much tenderness. "You wanna stop?"

"No, please, don't stop," you are not too proud for begging.

"M'kay, lemme just grab protection real quick and I'll be back," he grins.

"Oh, I feel quite protected with you by my side, but I get what you mean," you tease him, excited to take the next step in your relationship.

True to his promise, Hwa returns moments later, flexing a condom in his hand.

"Protection," he repeats in a cute voice, while he puts it on.

"And here I thought you were gonna show me your lightsaber," you joke.

Seonghwa dramatically places a hand on his heart, feigning offense.

"I already did," he plays along and you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

God, he really is the best guy in the universe. Your thoughts are further confirmed when he slowly teases your entrance with just the tip, making sure you are okay.

"You good? Should I go deeper?"

"Hwa, my angel, you can do anything to me and chances are I'd like it," you reassure him confidently.

"Careful what you wish for," Seonghwa smirks and slides in, making you feel so full and complete.

"Ngh," your sweet little cries are enough to give him the needed push to not hold himself back any longer. He fucks into you with so much vigour and passion you are on the verge of disintegrating.

"My gorgeous girl. You like that?"

"Yes, mommy," the words slip out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. His movements come to a sudden halt, causing you to realize what you've just said. Out loud. Ugh, you feel equally mortified and turned on.

"Mommy, huh?" he chuckles lightly.

"S-sorry," you hide your face behind your palms.

"It's okay, I can be your mommy," Seonghwa grabs your wrists and pushes your hands above your head. "I'll take good care of you, yeah? Wish you could see yourself, my most precious girl."

"Hwa, please, I mean…mommy, need you so badly," you stumble through your words weakly.

"I'm right here, my sweet baby, I'll give you what you need," he plays along. "Does mommy's cock feel good inside you?"

"S-so g-good, mommy, thank you, thank you so much," it hasn't even been that long and you already feel fucked out, utterly and irreversibly at his mercy.

"Don't thank me, dearest, I'm just treating you the way you deserve," Seonghwa vows and before you know it, you are clenching around his cock, while he is spilling inside the condom.

You can't think, can't speak, can't do anything. Nothing exists in your mind anymore. Just him. The universe is completely blank save for that one shining star. You fail to register him leaving the room to dispose of the plastic and don't notice when he returns.

"Honey?" he says softly but his voice feels so distant. Kilometres away. You can't bring yourself to form a verbal response. "Are you okay?"

Seonghwa places gentle kisses on your cheeks in an attempt to bring you back to reality.

"Come back to me, darling, please, talk to me, I'm scared," he mumbles in between kisses.

"Hwa?" are your first words. Like a newborn baby looking for the comfort that only a true mother figure could provide.

"You're safe with me," Seonghwa tells you. "No one can hurt you here."

"I don't deserve you," you are suddenly crying, overwhelmed by how cared for and loved he's making you feel.

"Don't say that ever again, you hear me?" he speaks firmly but kindly, nonetheless. "You deserve to be happy. Am I making you happy?"

"So happy, you have no idea how much," you try your best to convince him for your sincerity.

"That's all I need to know," he nods. "Let me draw a bath for you and-"

You summon all the strength you have left and grip his hand as tightly as you physically can't.

"Don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you," Seonghwa picks you up with ease and carries you all the way to the bathroom.

Once inside the warm bath, you are more capable to form full sentences and communicate what just happened with a clearer head.

"I'm sorry for springing up the whole mommy thing without discussing it in advance," you tell him.

"I don't mind, honestly. In fact, I think I'm perfect for the role."

You smile fondly and nudge his shoulder.

"Still. From now on, I'll try my best to talk about introducing anything new beforehand. It's only fair."

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," he kisses your forehead as he rubs shampoo into your scalp. "But just so you know, I could never be mad at you."

"What if I want you to get mad every once in a while? You know…spank me for being a bad girl?" you suggest teasingly.

"Then, I'd be happy to oblige," Seonghwa replies enthusiastically and starts tickling you in a playful manner.

It is true that time heals all wounds and distance makes the heart grow fonder. A while later, you feel ready to talk to your mom again (somewhat influenced by your dad's pleading and Seonghwa's reassurance).

"Hi, mom," you greet her calmly over the phone.

"Hi, sweetie. I've missed you," she admits.

"Me too," and it's true. Even though she hurt you, you still love her.

"Have you been eating well?"

"Yeah, don't worry about that."

"Listen…I'm sorry for saying hurtful things and being so hard on you. I only do that because I think you're so smart and have the potential to do great things."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it," you chuckle dryly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…you never praise me for anything. I spent so many years trying to get your approval that I didn't stop for a second to think whether I was doing what I truly loved."

"I understand," your mom says. "I know it might be too late but I'll try to do better. If you'll let me."

"It's not too late. But I'm not coming back to live with you. I've got a boyfriend and a job here. And I'm…actually happy."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. You will visit eventually, right?"

"I will in the summer. I want us to work on our relationship," you explain patiently.

"Until then…we can Skype or something?" your mom suggests.

"Yeah, mom, we can do that," you laugh. "If you figure how to turn the computer on!"

"Hey!" your mom argues but her tone is amused "I'm not that old!"

"I know, I know," you keep laughing.

"I love you," she says seriously. And this time, you are willing to believe her.

"Love you too, mom," you answer truthfully and hang up the phone.

You look at Seonghwa who was quietly cutting vegetables. His mere presence in the room was giving you strength and moral support.

"I did it," you announce the obvious. "I talked to my mom."

"You did so well. I'm really proud of you, angel," he wraps you into the world's most comforting hug.

"Things won't get magically fixed but…it's a start."

"You did the right thing."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Hwa," you admit truthfully. "You light up my whole dark existence, my precious star."

"Oh, baby," Seonghwa holds your hands. "Stars can't shine without darkness."

Bonus:

You are so happy to have cooked spaghetti carbonara for your boyfriend, your darling, your starshine, your marvellous Hwa. You really hope he likes it because you've worked so hard on it and it's his birthday so you wanted to do something special for him. He has given you so much care and affection so this is the least you could do to express how grateful you are.

"Happy birthday, my love," you kiss him gently, presenting the meal in front of him. "I have other gifts, as well, but food first before it gets cold!"

"Aw, baby, you didn't have to do all that," Seonghwa smiles, touched by your efforts.

"Come on, try it!" you are practically bouncing with excitement to see his reaction.

"It's really delicious, my angel! You did a wonderful job!" he praises you, sincerity clear in his voice.

You can't take it and you burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" Seonghwa puts the fork down, immediately worried about your well-being.

"No, it's just…the first time anyone's praised my cooking. It feels incredibly special coming from you, considering you are so brilliant in the kitchen."

"The kitchen is not the only place where I'm incredible," he winks, looking at the bedroom.

"Eat, eat! We'll unwrap the gifts later in that other place," you wipe your tears and encourage him to enjoy his meal.

"Oh, sunshine, you are the only gift I could ask for," Seonghwa promises and goes back to the carbonara. And perhaps, this is what having a home feels like.

The End

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Ouat inspires me a lot for this one: imagine that Sean or Cas had a daughter but the mother died so they gave her up for adoption to protect her, this girl once she is 9 appears at the door of the free will team, claiming to be the daughter of one of them, the girl ended up being adopted by a "villain" but with a redemption arc, for example, Crowley when he was still bad, the girl explains to the boys the "bad things" that her father does, cas or Dean (I think it's more likely Cas) feels responsible for taking care of the girl because, well, he abandoned her. While Crowley is being arrested, two things happen.

1.Cas becomes attached to his daughter

2.Cas realizes that despite everything Crowley is not that bad and that in fact he would do anything (in his own way) to protect the girl

Even with all this, Cas obviously stays with the girl, Cas, Dean and Sam obviously don't let Crowley get close to her, until one day Crowley tells them something like "I have the right to see her, she's my daughter" and Cas like " "She's not your daughter, she's mine and you won't be able to get close to her again" and Crowley reminds Cas that he abandoned her.

I totally love this idea (plus the idea of a demon raising an angel’s baby is just great).

Cas would feel so guilty about giving her up, especially when he found out a DEMON raised her. Honestly, he’d probably give her anything she wanted just out of guilt, and Sam and Dean would have to make him tone it down.

The girl would totally love the bunker—she’s used to living in dark underground places, but the bunker is way more homey than Crowley’s lair.

After spending all her time around demons and deaths, she loves being around an angel and some hunters.

Edit: accidentally posted it, let me continue lol

I think eventually she would realize that Crowley did love her—maybe the bunker gets attacked and he risks himself to save her—but she’d still rather live with “the good guys”

But after Crowley saves her life, Cas is a little more ok with him coming around…a LITTLE

Cas shows the little girl the world (Crowley mostly kept her in his lair or hell—he wasn’t about to let Cas’s kid get away from him)

She really loves being outside after all those years of being cooped up, which kinda stresses Cas out. Now that he’s a father he’s starting to realize just how scary it is to have a kid in the world while there are monsters out there. But he can never tell her no.

[slytherinshua]

⌇ 　OF DOUBTS AND MISTAKES 　( 조승연 )

genre exes to lovers , second chance , kinda angsty but hopeful ending , sort of 1800s au but not rly historically accurate , based on abyss lyrics/mv but not super accurate to the songs meaning obv , woodz x fem!reader   cw seungyoun self-loathes a lot , pretty much a lot of description of depression symptoms and behaviours , a verse from proverbs sprinkled in there cause it felt right , not proofread   wc 1470   request yes   note idk if any of my woodz fics will ever be just simple fluff because his songs and personality just inspire the angst/deeper meaning fics in me but quite happy with this wrote it all in about an hour hehe   net @kstrucknet

Seungyoun was scared of many things. It felt like every day was spent barely clinging on, trying to distract his mind from thinking of the past. He hadn’t always been scared. In fact, he used to feel fearless. He never once thought he would one day be so paralyzed and stagnant. 

He was apprenticed to a librarian several hundred miles west of where he once lived. Studying history and preserving ancient books. It was never something he was truly interested in. But, it was a generous offer and he wasn’t likely to find anything better for years, so he took it up. He found his life dramatically shifted in the course of a few weeks. 

He once spent his days in town, riding horses and doing trade with visitors from neighbouring towns. He was carefree and full of life and love. Now, he spent every day cooped up in an old library that smelled like parchment and ink, sorting through century old texts and copying them down to new volumes. He was lucky to get a few words in conversation throughout the day with his master, an older man senior to him by over 50 years. Seungyoun felt like he had a lot to learn from him, but his words were few and advice given both sparingly and cryptically. 

The library never got many visitors. There were some servants who would come to pick up books for their masters, or a few ambitious young men hoping to study the greats to further their own success. There were rarely any women who came to the library. Certainly not from far away towns. And in no way was there ever anyone who Seungyoun knew from his life before.

Until one quiet afternoon when Seungyoun was staring out the window and a customer came in. The customer being you.

On that particular day, Seungyoun wanted to disappear. He didn’t want to run away or particularly go back, but simply disappearing from reality would be his best bet. He stared out at the lush green gardens that surrounded the old library. He was allowed to go out whenever he pleased, but he had locked the door shut from the inside and didn’t intend to set foot along the trails or smell the flowers. Perhaps it would have done him well to get fresh air and clear his head. Getting a break from the overwhelming musty smell of the warm library and feeling a cool breeze through his hair. But still, he stayed put in his chair, flipping mindlessly through a book on philosophy until his peace was disturbed.

“You really wanted to leave me and everything else behind for this? I thought whatever you seemed so eager to go after four years ago must have been something truly spectacular. I hate to say you’ve disappointed me once again, Cho Seungyoun.” You didn’t hold back in slamming him with all the hurt feelings his leaving had left you with. Now was not the time you wanted to sound desperate or loving. You were angry at him, and you wanted him to know that.

Seungyoun’s eyes lifted to your face slowly, processing if this was actually real life and not just another one of his daydreams. But there you stood in front of him, arms crossed stubbornly in a very unladylike way. You were dressed plainly, but your beauty always overshadowed anything you wore. You never needed the elaborate dresses and precious jewelry that other ladies sought after. You would always command the attention of everyone in the room with just your presence. And you were certainly commanding Seungyoun’s attention with just a few stern words. 

His heart thumped a bit faster in his chest and guilt creeped through his entire body, touching every nerve. What was he even supposed to say to you? What could he possibly pull at to earn your forgiveness? 

“Y/n.” Just the mere uttering of your name had his lip quivering in uncertainty. What used to fall from his lips almost on instinct suddenly felt unnatural and wrong. Like you were too above him for him to even attempt to speak a word to you anymore. Why did you come to see him when he was so clearly worthless in comparison to you?

“Well? Will you just sit there all day? You must know I haven’t come to buy books on poetry.” Your glaring eyes did nothing to help the young man’s nervousness. He had seen you give that look to others before. He had always laughed with you after, discussing their faults in a carefree way. Now he was on the receiving end. He couldn’t possibly have felt more embarrassed. 

But he forced his body to stand regardless, following you a few paces behind as you led the way out to the gardens. He had no idea why you were there in the first place, or what you hoped to achieve by visiting him again. Was it just to laugh at how far he had fallen? Surely there was no way you wanted him back in your life.

“Did you think all that time I spent with you meant nothing? For you to throw it away for a simple apprenticeship?” You implored him pointedly, determined to get an answer out of the man. His words seemed to get stuck in his throat. He closed his eyes, head falling slightly. Whether out of thought or out of shame, you weren’t sure. 

“Talk to me, Seungyoun. I didn’t come all this way for nothing.” Your voice was gentler this time, prodding him for an answer in a more inviting, less demanding way. He wasn’t sure why you were still being forbearing with him. He was well deserving of your frustration.

“I don’t know what to say. You want me to explain myself and defend my actions, but there is no possible explanation I could grasp that would paint me as anything less than a fool. That is what I am, Y/n. I cannot pretend to be happy with my choices. They have led me to a fruitless future. I will be secure in life, yes, but I know I won’t be living.” 

He had finally found his voice again, and you stared at him as he talked. First his words were tentative. They quickly grew more clear as his narrative took a turn to self-loathing. Your suspicions these past years were proven right in a single minute, and once Seungyoun finished talking, you both stood in silence. The weight of his words laid heavy on your shoulders. 

“If you are a fool, then I am your equal. Tell me truly, do you still think about me?” Although you were partially scared to hear his answer, you desperately needed to. There was no denying that you still longed to mean something to him. Maybe you had learned nothing from the past. Maybe you were making an even bigger mistake. 

Hope deferred makes the heart sick. A line that had never struck you more closely than in the last four years. You had started to live by it. A longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul.

“There has not been a day you didn’t cross my mind.” Seungyoun’s words were simple but sincere. For the first time since you had stepped outside, he dared to meet the gaze of your eyes again. His ebony eyes, so captivating and sorrowful at the same time. Swirling with hopes long lost and dreams being rekindled. You could stare at them for a lifetime. 

“Then hear me when I say that I want to be with you. I am choosing you over every other.” You stepped closer, grasping his hands with your own. 

You knew it was entirely improper. Seungyoun was hardly a gentleman. He would not be able to offer you riches like your past suitors. But what he could offer was something you valued far more. Happiness. 

Seungyoun swallowed his emotions, preventing them from crashing over him like a wave. 

“You are settling for far less than you could—”

“On the contrary. I am not settling for anything. You are not worthless to me.” Your words were so earnest that Seungyoun was unable to ignore them despite his first instincts. You truly meant everything you had said.

“I’m scared I will disappoint you again. If—” 

You cut him off once again, silencing him with a chaste kiss. His heart felt unsteady, his body in a battle with his mind. He wanted to be with you. It was all he ever wanted. He had never figured out how to stop the restless thoughts in his mind, battering his ego and self-worth. You had silenced them with one simple kiss. All at once, he felt at peace again.

“Just stay. That is all I ask of you.” 

misc taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @candewlsy,, @blossominghunnie,, @cosmicwintr,,

@seunghancore,, @emmylksblog,, @bananabubble,, @talkingsaxy,, @chenleszone,,

@cupidslovearrows,, @hursheys

[uluvjay]

What you need- J. Hughes

Gif by babydollmarauders

Part two of Illicit Affairs..

Warnings: Allusions/mentions to sex, cursing, kissing, pet names, mentioning of drugs(in a club setting!)

Summery: it’s been a few months since you ended things with Jack and he’s a bit surprised about something new in your life but doesn’t let it stop him ;)

Kinda Inspired by “What you need” by The Weekend?

—

Four months..that’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen Jack, you ended things with him towards the end of the season and had spent the whole summer back home with friends and family. You had heard a little about him from Dawson and some of the other guys you were close with, Dawson had told you that Jack had come clean to everyone about your situation so they all understood why you stopped going out with them if He was there.

From what you understood him and Stella were actually still together and he seemed happy. You were a little upset At first when Dawson told you Jack accompanied him and his girlfriend Emma on a couples trip, you assumed Stella had gone as well. However you didn’t dwell on those feelings long as you had met someone over the summer.

Bradley, you guys had met at work not to long after you and Jack parted ways and it just so happened that his dad owns the company you work for which made you hesitant when he first asked you out on a date but once you finally agreed it was one of the best decisions you’ve made in a while. He took you to a beautiful restaurant in downtown jersey, bought you a bouquet of roses and paid for everything but let you tip since you insisted.

After the fourth date he asked you to be his girlfriend and you’ve been dating since, 2 and a half months and counting. You were currently packing your bags to head back to jersey so you could go back to working in the building. You enjoyed being home for a little but you could only take so much of your family and being cooped up in the house while working.

“Yo yo” You heard as there was a knock on your childhood bedroom door, you looked over seeing Dawson. “Hey Daws, what’s up?” You asked. “Nothing just checking if your almost done, we have to head to the airport soon” he replied, you guys had decided to fly back to jersey together. Bradly had left a few days ago to go help his dad with some stuff for the company.

“Yeah just have to zip this and pack my carryon and I’m all set” you told him “okay sounds good” he replied grabbing one of your suitcases and taking it downstairs with him.

—

You’d been home just about a week when you got a text from Nico inviting you to his welcome home dinner him and his girlfriend Lia were hosting in their new home, they both mentioned they were excited to meet your mystery man.

“Hey babe! Can u come here for a minute?”You called out to Bradley from the kitchen

“What’s up?” He asked coming in

“Would you like to come to my friend Nicos welcome back dinner with me tonight? He wants to meet you” you asked him

“Isn’t that the captain of the team?” He asked with a weird look on his face. “I thought you were only friends with Dawson”

“We’ll Dawsons my best friend and their his so I’m good friends with a few of the guys, Nico and his girlfriend bought their first home so they’re doing a dinner” you explained seeing his face immediately change at the mention of Lia

“Oh okay yeah I’ll come” he said rounding your island and giving you a kiss on the head, “okay sounds good I’ll let them know”.

—

You pulled into the couples long driveway, seeing Nico welcoming Miles in. As you guys approached the door Lia came out allowing you guys to squeeze each other in a tight hug. You were good friends with most of the girlfriends despite not being a Wag.

“Hi guys! This is beautiful” you said as you pulled away from Lia giving Nico a side hug.

“Yeah my bank account wasn’t looking to beautiful after telling her she could buy whatever decorations she wanted” Nico said with a light laugh causing Lia to elbow him.

“And who’s this?” Lia said nudging her head behind you at Bradley who was holding the wine basket you had brought. “Oh! Lia, Nico meet my boyfriend Bradley, Bradley meet Nico and Lia” you said stepping to the side so he could come closer.

“Omg you’re the mysterious boyfriend Dawson and em told us about!!” Lia said shaking his extended hand. “Nice to meet you” Nico said shaking his hand.

“You guys as well, really a beautiful home you have” Bradley replied with a smile. “Thank you! Now come on in” Lia said leading you both in.

Upon walking into the massive home that was even more beautiful on the inside you were pulled into a few hugs from some of the guys and girlfriends.

As you left Bradley with Nico and Lia to go put the wine basket in the kitchen following the directions they gave, you slammed right into a chest at the entrance but a familiar set of hands grabbed your waist to steady you. 

You both stood there not saying anything or moving, you couldn’t help but scan him noticing the haircut he had that made him look somehow even hotter, his nice tan, and the slight sparkle in his eyes. He looked good..happy, and a little to attractive.

“Hi” he said lowly, “Hi J” you replied just as low

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, “um, Nico and Lia invited me. What about you?”

“Uh kinda on the team, had no choice” he said with a smile on his face, one that you were sad to admit you missed. “Right-sorry I don’t know why I asked that” you said looking down as you felt your cheeks getting hot, noticing his hands were still on your waist.

You stepped back a little letting them fall getting upset with yourself that you immediately missed their familiar warmth. “Um I gotta put this on the counter” you said lifting the basket and showing him. “Oh yeah sorry I’m blocking you” he replied his cheeks getting red as well.

He stepped aside but followed you right in, you could feel his eyes on you as you sat the basket on the counter. “How was your summer?” You decided to ask instead of standing in the slightly awkward silence.

“Good! Uh trained a lot with Lukey and Quinn, was out on the boat a lot, took a few trips; one with Pk and Quinn, one with Dawson and Emma, one with the fam” he said.

“Sounds fun, I know you love spending time with family” you said. “Yeah I miss them a lot during the season, what about you? How was your summ-” he started but got cut off by a voice he didn’t know. “Baby!?” You heard Bradley call out your eyes getting wide.

“In here!” You replied as he rounded the corner, you looked at Jack who was looking back and forth between you and Bradley. “Who’s this?” Bradley asked coming to your side and pointing at Jack.

“This is Jack! He’s a good friend. Jack meet my boyfriend Bradley” you said making eye contact with the center. You noticed the look in his eyes but couldn’t place what it was. Was it hurt?, disappointment?, you weren’t sure but you knew he didn’t like the words that had just come out of your mouth. He had the same look you were sure you did all those months ago at the club when he introduced you to Stella.

“What’s up man” Jack replied with a small wave, “well squish it was nice catching up but I’m gonna go bother the boys. Brad nice meeting you”, “It’s Bradley” your boyfriend replied.

“Yeah Bradley, nice meeting you man” he said walking out. You knew he was in one of his moods and did it on purpose also why he called you a nickname usually only used in private.

“What’s with Squish?” Bradley asked, you didn’t know what to say, Jack had started calling you that after a drunken night where he told you your ass was squishy in between giggles. “Uh it’s something some of them call me, I got drunk one time and told Jack he looked squishy so everyone started calling me it to mess with me” you said making up a complete lie knowing nobody even knew about the nickname.

“Oh okay” he replied looking a little confused.

—

You and Jack didn’t speak for the rest of the night you seen one another of course but no words shared. You and Bradley had recently celebrated three months and the hockey season was officially starting next week.

You were currently on the way home from work when a call rang through your Bluetooth and your car announced it was Dawson. “Hello” you answered.

“Hey you busy?”he asked, “nope I’m on my way home from work, what’s up?” You replied.

“I was just calling to see if my amazing, beautiful, wonderful, talen-” he started but you cut him off. “What do you want Dawson?” you said with a laugh. “K you got me, I was just wondering if you wanted to come out tonight it’s our last Friday night out before the season”

“Sure” you said. “Wait, what? That’s it? I don’t have to beg?” He asked a little shocked. “No I could use a night out” you said shrugging you shoulders, “what’s it gonna hurt? I’m off the rest of the weekend anyway”.

—

Oh boy were you wrong, you were taking your words back this night was hurting. You wore new heels Bradley got you that were destroying your feet, Lia was the only other girl that come out and she and Nico had left a little over an hour ago leaving you with a bunch of drunk idiots, and while you had brought Bradley he disappeared 30 minutes ago to the bathroom and still hadn’t been back, not to mention you ex situation-ship was lurking around here somewhere.

As if right on cue the center slid into the booth next to you. “You okay? You look ready to go home” he said. “That’s because I am” you said with a tired laugh. “Why don’t you go home? I’ve hardly had anything to drink I can watch these guys” he said looking down at you right in your eyes.

God his eyes. They were so damn pretty and did so many things to you, so did those lips that were in a slight smile. You didn’t know if it was the boring techno blaring through the speakers, how tired you were, or your third cranberry vodka of the night but you scooted closer to Jack and put your head on his shoulder.

“Where’s Brad?” He asked noticing he hadn’t seen him in a while. “Said he was going to the bathroom but hasn’t been back” you replied dryly not even caring to correct him. “I wanted to come have fun tonight but Lia left, and he disappeared” you said kinda upset that you were having a bad night. “Wanna go dance?” He asked

“What? J you hate dancing” you said sitting up quickly. He laughed loudly “I know but you said you came out to have fun so let’s go have fun” he stood up extending his hand out to you. You looked at it and then up to his face where he raised an eyebrow at you. “You know what? Fuck it” you said taking his hand. “Good girl” he said with a smirk pulling you to the dance floor.

You couldn’t help but immediately get butterflies in your lower stomach and feel a dampness between your legs. He only every said that to you while you were on top of him and nobody had spoke to you like that since him. It didn’t help that he was looking extremely good tonight and as soon as you got on the floor the music changed and What you need by The Weekend started playing.

“Shit, cmon we can go back to the booth their not playing dancing music anymore” he said going to turn around but you stopped him. “No” you said. “No?” He questioned “no” you confirmed pulling him to the dance floor this time.

You didn’t know why you were doing this, Yeah you liked Bradley a lot and he treated you great and had the qualities you wanted in a guy but He wasn’t Jack. It was like you needed Jack, its like you need him to take you home and throw you on his bed and spend all night taking care of your body.

He’s what you want, he’s what you want, I’m what you need, what you need, what you need

As the lyrics blasted through the speakers you felt him pull your back flushed against his chest, run his fingers up your arms, up to your collarbone, and up your throat till he finally made it to your throat and tilted your head back.

“Miss you so much baby, you just don’t understand. Feeling your body next to mine, taking care of this beautiful fucking body” he whispered in your ear. “Jack” you whined out “we..we can’t” you were trying your best but the way his fingers were running so innocently yet so devilish across your skin that was showing thanks to your dress was making you melt. 

I got everything you want with me, I do everything he does times three, and he don’t gotta know

“Just tonight baby, he doesn’t have to know. We can get an Uber to mine right now” he said turning you around so you were facing each other. “Jack..” you were trying to think of something to say but you knew deep down you wanted him to take you home, have one last  rendezvous. “Tell me to stop and I will, I’ll go back to the table with the boys and you can go home, just say the word baby.”

You didn’t know what you were thinking, “get the boys rounded up and into Ubers and then order us one to your house. I have to use the bathroom.” You said kissing his cheek and walking off.

And i’ma love you girl, the way you need, ain’t no one gonna stop us

As you walked into the bathroom there was two people walking out of a stall. One was oddly familiar, “Bradley?” You said with a laugh, “this is where you’ve been for the past hour?”

“Baby! Y/n it was a mistake she means nothing to me” he tried but you could tell he was not on the same planet as you right now and as you looked over and seen white residue on the counter you realized how this probably started.

“We’re done Bradley this wasn’t going to work out for much longer anyways” you said Turing around and walking out.

You went and found Jack by the front doors “hey I was about to come find you, I’ll Uber will be here shortly” he said looking down at you.

You didn’t respond just grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him hard. “What was that for?” he asked with a smirk, “I don’t have to feel guilty about anything now, found Bradley after he finished a round with some rando” you told him. “Oh shit I’m sorry y/n”

“Shut up no your not” you said with a laugh, “if anything you excited because now you know we have nothing to worry about”

“Yeah..I’m not sorry” he said laughing as he got a notification on his phone “cmon our Ubers here, time for me to take you home and take care of my girl” he said throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Wait Jack, what about Stella? Aren’t you guys dating still?” You asked now realizing he was supposed to be in a relationship. “Oh god no, I broke up with her like a month after you ended things with me”

“WHAT?”

—

The next morning you woke up in the familiar expensive sheets of Jacks bed with a hand running up and down your back. As you let out a groan at the headache you had you heard Jack let out a small laugh.

“Good morning pretty girl” he said as you laid your head on his chest to look up at him. “Morning” you mumbled.

After letting you wake up and get some Tylenol and food Jack sat next to you on the couch and pulled you into his lap to face him.

“I think there’s some stuff we need to talk about” he said, “No Jack not right now I just wanna enjoy my time with you” you replied.

“That’s what I wanna talk about. I treated you like absolute shit Y/n and I didn’t notice until I lost you. God I mean I sat there and was so rude to you and you came back to me every time, you should have punched me in the face.”

“What are you trying to say Jack?” You asked getting a little worried. “I mean I’m in love with you, I don’t know why I wouldn’t admit it to myself before,I knew the way you made me feel was love, but I was to stubborn and was so stuck in my playboy mindset that I didn’t even treat you like a proper human. Then I just let you walk away? God I didn’t and still don’t deserve you”

“You love me?” You were shocked, this had to be some kinda of joke. “Yes squish I’m madly in love with you” he said with a smile

You didn’t reply to him once again just pulled him into a kiss, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so long. I missed you so much J” you said. “I missed you too” he said kissing you again.

“If it’s alright with you I’d like to start over, go on dates, hang out, not just sex” he said, “yeah I’d like that a lot” you told him

—

Hope you enjoyed!! I apologize for any errors I only read over this twice just wanted to get it out😭🙏🏻

[christian-oc-tournament]

I don't know how much we're meant to share as oc propaganda, so this might be too much? But I've rewritten a lot of Ahleri's character and worldbuilding since submitting 😅

Ahleri is a 19 year old who grew up on a farm in the mountains of Strahna, an Australian-inspired continent on a world called Lhoam. Her family raises jumbucks, (otherwise called woolly jumpers) which are large marsupials resembling quokkas with sheep-like coats. Ourem is one of their livestock guardians, who helps keep predators away and herd the woolsies.

Due to her upbringing she has loads of practical farm skills, along with a lot of general outdoorsy survival knowledge. She's also very skilled at the high quality textile work which her town is know for, like spinning, weaving and embroidery. She loves animals and the outdoors, but isn't fond of being cooped up inside unless she's busy with her textile work.

While out bushwalking she stumbles on the lost Hero's Bonds, two thick gold bracelet-like bands joined together. Without realising what they are, she jokingly puts her hands in them and they "bond" down onto her wrists and grow into her body. The Hero's Bonds give her various abilities, like heightened strength, speed and agility, along with being able to make a shield and "store" objects (like video game storage).

Unfortunately for her they come with weighty responsibilities and a very changeable in-built personality named Berianthari, Bertie for short. Bertie is mostly goofy and kinda stupid and unhelpful most of the time, but can occasionally switch to biting, sarcastic and irritable, with moments of incredible intelligence in between. If she makes a visible appearance it's usually as a gold light shaped like a fairy wren or willy wagtail.

Ahleri's generally very confident, friendly and laid back, chill in the fact of danger or problems and very good at thinking on the fly in rough situations. Loves to help others in practical ways and solve issues. Usually kind, she can be a bit amused and blasé when other people are scared or upset about something she thinks is nothing to worry about. Finds ignorance in others or lack of practical skills both amusing and a bit irritating. Prefers to laugh or shrug off inconveniences. Quite stubborn when convinced she's right, and not the most sensitive to other people's emotions. Hard to make really angry but once enraged is explosive and terrifying.

She loves to good naturedly tease and wind people up, and is especially fond of telling yarns, getting people to believe in harmless lies (think drop bears etc, except those ARE real in her world lol). Messing with or impressing the politicians and aristocracy she's forced to mingle with by playing up her "feral country jilleroo" persona is a favourite way of coping with the stress of her new position.

Generally accompanied by Nimble, a little scruffy golden brushtail possum-like creature she saved as a baby who is curious and naughty. She's told a lot of dignitaries wild stories about how she got that scar over her mouth, but the truth is that it was Nimble clawing at her when she saved him as a joey.

Conell is her assigned guard and one of her main fighting tutors, while Zhahara is her palace etiquette coach and general handler. Basically it's their job to teach her her duties as Hero.

Ahleri and Conell have a bit of a mutual pining situation going on 👀

.

[corntort]

okso . i may have accidentally written a whole fucking novel about stej band au. you have been warned

(SPOILERS OF MAIN GAME ALLUDED TO!!!)

ok so main focuses are astra, spark, fark, (and less so freom and clarity) so before i get into the Meat of it let me assign characters their genres!

i will link the most appropriate songs by each band to match the style of whoever im talking about, but i also mean the whole band's Entire aesthetic fits them well too! SPARK: rock with rough vocals (either dad-rock or grunge-y) EXAMPLES: SAKURAN-ZENSEN, Orange Dog Club

FARK: softer somewhat psychedelic sound (with latin inspiration), or strong prog-rock ballads EXAMLES: Kiltro, Thank You, Scientist, Children of Nova

ASTRA: LOTS OF GENRES. SO MANY. and she's got a crazy range. but Vocally she's like [examples below] EXAMPLES: Queen Bee (Ziyouu-vachi)[they are the Perfect example of astra's style], Hey, Baby! (SEVERE FLASHING WARNING!)

FREOM: ROCK. but heavier and edgier than spark's, with a very different sound. and the occasional r&b/soul/blues!! EXAMPLES: A Perfect Circle, Trivium, Earl St. Clair

CLARITY: edm or electro-pop or something similar ! EXAMPLES: ano (flashing warning mid-way through!), lianhua, adore

spark is an indie artist finally staging gigs at her favorite bar known in f.m. city as "bottleneck." it's run by the charismatic formie vegas behind the bar, and their sister thea, who works as one of the few bouncers.

fark, another competing indie musician (with scattered but influential ties, which puzzles spark) finally also starts to perform there on only some afternoons, until he starts performing more regularly throughout the week, taking up shows from spark which makes her Piiiiissed.

she kicks up a huge fuss with fark and is essentially silently fired for the uproar, leaving in a rage to find some other bar thatll take her rough rock sound (with no success).

everything kinda crashes down for her, hitting the worst timed artblock, losing all her inspiration and getting so angry at how fark replaced her. she, one day, after being cooped up for so long, dejectedly forces herself to leave her apartment to go to a local indie music festival, where she spots astra performing on one of the bigger stages the festival offers, her show being set to electrify the night at 9pm-11pm.

spark is Amazed, watching her whole performance as she pulls off many different genres and sounds effortlessly, igniting another fire under sparks ass and inspiring her in a profound way.

spark then decides to herself "okay. i Really need to talk to this girl, see if we can make something together. or at least get some tips, cause i obviously can rock it on my own anyway." yknow as the stubborn, haughty ass she is.

she sneaks backstage to try and talk to astra about a collab/spitball session and is met with a pretty firm and annoyed "hell no? and who even are you? get out of my backstage parlor."

and spark, aforementioned ass, doesnt take this well. she's so frustrated and hotheaded about her loss of the bottleneck she makes a brash decision to steal the show from astra at a future performance, and stews on it for a while.

Another (albeit smaller) venue hosts astra once, and spark, who's barely heard her music before, sneaks backstage again mid performance while all of astra's tech crew is focused on her audio levels and balancing her with her bandmates that spark goes unnoticed as she finds a spare amplifier, hooks her guitar up. and mid song starts Shredding it in a bombastic, brash, and Loud solo.

astra is incredibly confused, and visibly falters mid performance but tries to roll with it for as long as she can while she's internally panicking like "what the fuck is going on." this is already a Huge breach of her standards and boundaries. she runs back in a flurry and when she spots a smug spark backstage after the song ends (ANOTHER sin of hers, as she never leaves between songs with the standards she holds herself at) she almost tries to beat the shit out of her in fury. lots of "what on LUNA gives you the idea that you can just. BARGE IN. AND STEAL MY SHOW. HUH?!?!" and stuff of the sort.

spark barely keeps her back as she flusters like "now wait hold on hold on hold on!!!!!!!!!!!!! chill!!!!!" (this makes astra more pissed, but with the worlds most clenched jaw she listens to spark)

spark explains that she wasn't being listened to, her skill and practice and desire to grow as an artist was shrugged off and that's not something she could tolerate. so she was gonna Make astra listen by any means necessary. and it doesn't help astra's rage as the crowd did go Wild after the solo ended and the song concluded. so she, INCREDIBLY begrudgingly, goes "fine. FINE! Fine! You and me, we can spitball something together, only one song, and then you LEAVE my shows alone. got it!?"

so then they make it a deal, and astra starts visiting spark. er rather, she visits spark's place Once, looks around in disgust, and goes "okay. you go to my place now, because this is gross."

anyway after about 3 separate days of trying to work on a song together, with astra's many different genres she pulls influence from, she tries to help spark. she's just not budging though, frustrated when she's not confident in these new sounds and styles she's trying. on day three, they work very very late into the night trying to tie in a chorus that stands out from spark's other works, but balances her special sound in a way that doesn't betray her brand, and spark has a Massive meltdown.

she almost breaks her special guitar and has a self aimed screaming match aggravated at her artblock and finally shouts that she wouldn't have to do all this work if that stupid faker didn't steal away her special bar.

this intrigues astra and when she hears fark's name she visibly stiffens and goes "wait. THAT GUY? what?!? why didn-- WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT SOONER!?"

turns out fark and astra have a very bitter history. astra worked for the big wigs in f.m. city, Claritas Records, but they never actually made her sing her own music, she only produced/songwrote for either freom or clarity, and then they'd perform her music without a second glance.

she then finally got the chance to sing, recording half of an album she put her heart and soul into, and it pushed a lot of boundaries of what claritas records was used to releasing.

then fark was pushed to join the label (unbeknownst to astra, that he was the Son of clarity and freom).

he "stole" her music, butchered and diluted it, and released it under the label of claritas records to a smashing success.

astra left immediately after, breaking her contract and parting ways. she's held a grudge against fark ever since!

spark, hearing this, goes holy FUCK astra. LET'S GET THIS GUY.

they both get a second wind and smash out 3 hard hitting songs for the rest of the night (and early morning.)

spark can't wait another day to perform it once nightfall hits. she's gotten a total of 30 minutes of sleep and is about to reclaim her throne at the bottleneck.

she pulls a similar tactic to what she did with astra, but makes herself known after fark finishes a song in the middle of his stay at the bar. spark (sneaking a mic from backstage) barks out a "haha yeah, that's great lover boy, but can you move aside for the real musician?"

the audience, mostly consisted of regulars, lose their mind when spark walks on stage, all of them hollering and whooping when she challenges fark to a music-off.

of course she obviously wins but fark just kind of silently takes it, which actually only makes her even more pissed as he just kinda bows and darts out.

even though spark won the competition and now the bar is her's again shes So mad that he didn't even feel a little bit of her anger when she was kicked out. so she's off to find the guy and yell some anger into him cause she's petty like that.

fark is taken in by clarity again as she haughtily says "i knew indie wouldn't go your way, you couldn't even stay in a gig for more than two months!" and now they're planning to hold the city's music in a vice grip, banning more indie performances with each month that passes as fark has to perform at live venues so claritas records can assemble a huge base of musicians to play all their music at every stage/concert/venue to chase the indie artists out.

think similar to nsr (though funnily enough i didn't even play nsr yet as i started thinking abt this au)

spark, catching wind of this. IS PISSED. AGAIN. and now she's gonna try and chase out the claritas artists like she did fark. but she's Really in over her head on this one, as she doesn't even have a 100th of the influence and revenue that claritas records has.

its an uphill battle, most of which im not really sure how to tackle just yet, but while this is happening, fark is making a big name for himself under claritas records. His audience has grown incredibly fast for someone at his point in his career, not much of a one hit wonder, a lot of the music he's sung is getting put on the city's radio, stretching over all of lua in a huge sweep that makes him dizzy with success. he's really formed into the perfect heir to freom's success, adopting a similar aesthetic to freom while still standing out in his own way.

his music isn't that slow and thoughtful or theatrically earnest melody anymore, its been diluted into just a rougher rock sound that's just a homage to freom's legacy. he's sick of it, wanting to embrace a completely different sound of rock, but is pushed into the grungier tone that doesn't suit him well.

and he hates every single second of it.

none of the music is his, his persona pushed onto him deviated so much from his organic look before, him having to display his robotics and lean into a mechanical style of singing, and he doesn't like it!!!!!! it's not him! he wants to be a mesh of the two and something so Organic in style you'd be confused hearing he was a GPA until he intents to make his voice static-y/warbled/distant for effect.

spark doesn't know about his situation though. once she's bashed her way up, with the help of many other indie artists to chase out claritas, she faces fark again performing on a stage that astra did in the indie music festival, but it's only fark now.

and she's fucking Done with everything. drowning out the rocky, robotic tune fark's singing it with her hoarse and brash sound with crazy time signatures and a Lot of screaming. with the help of astra, and many other artists (which i will flesh out au wise when i get the time!!) she makes a song that's Fully her style, so earnest and loud and furious that drowns out his music.

and the crowds going wild!!! they love the crazy sound that's so much more lively than fark's music they cheer when fark storms off the stage.

clarity and freom are so disappointed with fark when he returns with nothing to show for it, and also grow incredibly furious with spark's antics that they target her and only her. if they can crush her musical aspirations, anything is fair game.

fark's had it with clarity and freom, and as theyre scheming on how to take spark and her "riot" apart, fark ducks out in the middle of the night to find her performing at the bottleneck as she always did before the whole musical war.

fark doesn't get much of a word in before she punches him square in the face when she sees him backstage.

they actually get into a full blown fight back there because they really bring out the worst in each other at this point. so after a whole half hour theyre finally done fighting like animals in the back. spark says, while laying on her back next to an equally exhausted fark, "get the hell out man. i'm sick of seeing your face."

he laughs at that which almost gets him punched again but he says "don't worry. i will. i just wanted to say, if you need anyone to break apart claritas records from inside. call me."

spark like shoots up and looks at him like he's a lunatic.

"are you serious???? you want to throw away your whole career?"

they talk back and forth for a while, fark saying his resentment for his own family's label and how he wants nothing more to see them fall. spark keeps asking what the hells wrong with fark for tossing this success away so flippantly, and even as she's learning how much it's crushed fark she's Pissed at having to consider to work with fark and gets up in a huff to storm out.

wow. okaythis is a long ass post LOL. i havent got much farther in my thoughts of this au with how shit gets much worse for spark to the point she Has to call fark to not get drowned by claritas' efforts to push her out of the city. i can think and spitball that stuff later. cause i know i'm gonna be up til like 1am muttering to myself in my room about what could happen like a freak.

i just want them to see eachother at their worst so they can turn around and bring out the best of themselves through their rivalry, and subsequent mutual respect.

like a normal person, surely .

random tidbits i thought of while writing this:

freom's actual genres of choice is soul, swing, jazz, and soul, but due to clarity's strict regulations of what she wants played, he was made to perform rock mostly, only getting to indulge in his own style once in a blue moon. fark leaving was the impetus for him detaching himself from claritas records later

astra was given a guitar by claritas records while under their employ, she still takes the guitar to her shows, but has painted it (intentionally shoddy) and a small middle finger to clarity as she's been successful without her label.

fark's attire choices for shows not under claritas records are intentionally the ugliest, least fitting pieces of clothing to put together. this isn't for any symbolic reason, he just loves bright colors and flowing fabric and has 0 color coordination.

spark is very tall for a formie, but fark is one of the few people she's ever met that's taller, and she's irrationally mad about it.

romalo pops into the picture as astra and spark start working regularly together after the reclamation of the bottleneck bar. he claims to know nothing about music, but on the rare instances he feels like contributing to the music, he composes and arranges the craziest more ass slapping tunes. but, again, it's rare, he's more about the physical show aspect! bright lights, stand-out outfits, and visual effects, and often coordinates the technical side of astra and spark's shows when he starts getting regularly involved.

okokok. i tried to make this as readable as possible. ITS DONE NOW IM DONE ADDING THINGS. FUCK!!!!!!

[bogginswritings]

Lil Astarion x Barbarian!Tav

This isn't the best I've written, but I didn't feel like fixing it. Have some fluff. Astarion might be a bit OOC, still getting the hang f that mf. I made a Tav barbarian named HERman as a joke. Now I love her more than anything. So yes that is where I got the inspiration from.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!barbarian!tav

Word count: 1100+

Contents: FLUFF. JUST. THAT. ALso some mentions of nude cuddling, but in only innocent context.

She was rough.

During battle at the goblin camp she threw the goblins on each other, into fire pits, or simply against walls.

When they fought larger, heavier, enemies, she swinged around with her great axe as if it was nothing. There was no grace to her movements, none at all, but still they were calculated (or he thiught they were. Whatever they were, they worked). She’d be covered in blood, grinning at her victory (Astarion would never admit how attractive she looked during those moments).

She raged, entering some frenzy during battle. Her mind having a pretty simple goal; kill and win. She’ll cry out during it, her voice hoarse. And she’d urge on the others of the party, praising them afterwards for a battle well-fought (Astarion was sure that if blushing was possible for him, he’d be a tomato).

Not only while fighting was she rough. Talking to others she was, too. Often on accident, choosing the wrong words; sometimes on purpose.

And man, her hands. They were calloused, the wooden handle of her axe leaving it dry. They were also big, and strong, but honestly that was another topic to Astarion.

Her touch, however, was the softest. So, so gentle. Right now as she had him cooped up in her arms, her fingers trailing over his bare back. The occasional kiss she planted on his head so sweet it made him mentally swoon. SWOON! He couldn’t remember the last time he did that, or if he ever had.

He was in a little cocoon, one she created for him. Her big arms wrapped around his frame, keeping him close. He doubted he could fight his way out, with the way her strong grip engulfed him. Not that he wanted, he was fine just being there. His chest pressed against her bare one, soaking in all of her natural body heat. His head tucked under her chin, in her shoulder, basically hidden from the world.

Her being in his tent was routine at this point. He can’t remember the last time she set up her own. Instead she’d come to help set up his. Not without complaining about his amount of pillows, though. Which he thought of as quite hypocritical, since she was happy to plop onto them after a long travel.

Astarion wasn’t sure when this started as him trying to seduce her for his safety, and ended with him head over heels. Not that he was complaining, she seemed to return his feelings. When he told her about his simple plan, and how it backfired (‘I was supposed to seduce you, now I’m in love with you,’ kinda thing) she was hurt. Telling him she thought it was real, while he was desperate to explain he did want it to be real.

A long talk followed, with her reassuring him he didn’t need to ‘seduce’ her for her to keep him safe. Or, in her flattering words, ‘I haven’t sucked off Gale’s dick, but I still saved him from those goblins’. She then clarified she would very much like to be ‘something real’ with him, but that if this still was a trick (somehow), she’d respect his choice. She’d have his back, regardless of what he wanted with her.

Astarion hasn’t gotten that option often before.

It’s probably why he felt so comfortable in her arms right now, so safe. He had the knowledge she wouldn’t do anything to him, try anything with him. She was fine doing whatever he wanted, made sure he was comfortable.

“Astarion?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Her voice that was so deep, yet so silky and warm. “Hm?”

“Lost you there for a moment,” she muttered. His lips pressed an apologizing kiss to her shoulder, “I’m sorry. Were you saying something, my darling?”

“Nothing important,” she whispered, “are you okay?”

She asked that question many times, and every time it made his heart flutter. He expected to be tired of that question by now, but she was sincere when she asked it. genuinely wanted to know. He nodded, “More than, dare I say.”

She chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his head, “That’s good.”

“Hmhm,” he hummed, “What is it you were saying?”

“I need to pee.”

“No,” his arms tightened around her waist (as if that did anything against her, but it’s the idea that counts). She snorted, “What do you mean no?”

“I’m comfortable, so you’re not leaving.”

“I’ll come back after.”

“Afraid the answer is still no, dear.”

“However cute I think this is, I really have to go. I’ll pee myself.”

“Then by all means go ahead.” He could feel her chest moving against his own, soon giggles were leaving her mouth, “You’re so gross, and that’s me saying this.”

Astarion laughed, “I’ll have to get warm all over again.”

“Too bad, so sad,” She pried his arm away from her waist, with little effort (Astarion didn’t feel the need to express how her casual strength made him feel) might he add. Astarion let out a sound of protest that sounded a suspicious amount like a whine, but didn’t make a move to stop her. Once untangled, she pressed a kiss on his nose, leaving the tent to do her thing.

He simply flopped back in position, star-fish pose on the bedrolls. It didn’t take long for the tent flap to be opened again, a cold gush of air from the outside hitting him. She sat down next to him again, nudging him to make space. With a dramatic sigh he moved away, and she slipped in next to him again. “Was that so bad?”

“Horrible, I’m freezing to death over here.”

She laughed, “You’re such a fucking drama queen,” she commented, squeezing his waist. He yelped in response, moving away from her. She raised an intrigued brow, “Ticklish?”

He met her eyes, the grin on her face anything but comforting, “No.”

“Sure?” she squeezed at his side again, his body jerking away making her laugh, “I’m going to have so much fun with this new piece of information.”

“You’d torture me,” he commented, “You wouldn’t dare.”

She smiled, pulling him closer into her arms again, “Oh no, of course i wouldn't,” she feigned, and Astarion pouted into her shoulder, “I’m serious!”

“Luckily you are oh so threatening.”

“I do believe this is a category of bullying.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, “But lovingly.”

“Uh-huh,” he remarked, eyes closing as her hands went back to rubbing his back and playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

When he felt her lips in his hair, an ‘i love you’ muttered against it, her arms tightening around him while he slipped into slumber, he decided he wouldn’t mind staying there for the rest of their lives.

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

Tag Game : 5 underrated things!

(i was inspired ok)

Underrated band: Grim Salvo

Underrated book: Amygdalatropolis by B. R. Yeager (do not read this if you're squeamish)

Underrated movie: The Killer (2023)

Underrated food: fruit flavored ice cream, any one of them. fuck chocolate, fuck vanilla gimme some FRUIT.

Underrated ___ (free space) : underrated bad bitch is my friend maddie who is awesome and should be drowning in pussy frankly but isnt??

tagging: @the-hopeless-fanboy @venuslovesfrogs @devourerofcheesecake @beetle-goth @coop-of-coffee @oddlittlestories @spotforme @its-kinda-snowy @grand-taire @ceoofbigmen and anyone else who wants to :))

[radskull-69]

I want to know more about the Doomsers (if there's anything to share at the moment that is)

Daemons!

To me the Doomsers kinda remind me of a group chat that rarely talk to one another, but tolerate eachother. All of them share a truce since they share the same city, with their own territories of course!

though Koda is separated from the others due to some complications in the past..

I’m currently designing them still, but I wanted to give Koda a corset. Like, it’d be funny since he’s the rugged and scary boss man but let my man slay!! also definitely has a wolf pelt draped across his shoulders. 

He doesn’t particularly like the other three…

Also wanna make one of his canines gold, because I’m a sucker for men with a gold tooth sue me.

Also! I kinda want the Doomsers to reflect the Mutts in some sorta way, but that’ll be saved for another time. It’d be cool if the Doomsers had a last where they were all close once but got distant thanks to an incident.

Lucky, the guy with the power of luck, is my personal favourite. He runs a giant casino that he’s often seen at. Throws parties at the casino a lot and believe me, this guy has concubines. He’s a simp.

Kinda wanna make one of his eyes an 8-ball, like as an prosthetic…

He flirts with all the other Doomsers, such a slut, pansexual icon!!

Thanks to his eternal luck he’s basically a spoiled man child, having always gotten his way from the start, he can also take luck from other people, making his whole casino rigged

He’s highly inspired off of mammon and Beetlejuice!! Has a green vibe to him, also because of four leaf clovers being green. I wanna give the song ‘ruthlessness’ to him personally, it captures his vibe

Is NOT a cat person, since he hates black cats due to them being unlucky. Hates any bad omens in general.

Harlow, the Doomser with the power of illusions and hallucinations, is such a grumpy old man.

He hates visitors, strangers, and being bothered. Often cooped up in his tall skyscraper away from everyone. His side of the town is filled with drugs influenced by his powers. Making anything who uses it see their loved ones or stuck in a trance of their desire, making them immobile and weak to his control.

He’s very cold and the only person he cares for is Curse, the Doomser with the power of seeing the future. From time to time the two of them have quiet tea parties.

Can see into people’s minds, uses their desired snd even their traumas to his advantage. 

He releases a baby blue smoke from his lungs that makes people hallucinate, can fill the streets in seconds and stop anyone who try’s to come into contact with him. I imagined a scene of it with the song ‘catchy song’ from the Lego movie playing while runnings away from the sickly happy illusions

Curse, is the kindest of all the Doomsers and the most merciful. But she’s still distrustful to strangers and has her walls up, despises her power since she’s cursed to only ever see the future snd not the present since she’s blind.

Does her business by either sabotaging others by telling them the wrong things about their future to ruin their fate or give them good life advice, she’s a valuable member of the Doomsers thanks to this.

She has a nun sorta vibe to her, though she can’t do much good thanks to her being born into this power and position.

She’s inspired off of Circe and the prophet from the epic the musical.

[cloudninetonine]

Please go into detail about your linksona from your latest writing, I would love to know more about them (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

ID HAPPILY GO INTO DETAIL I LOVE THIS MAN

So, his official title would be The Hero fi the Cyrpt(id) and his name suits him so well because his world is absolute nightmare fuel.

Put together both Majora's Mask horror, Ocarina of Time horror and Twilight Princess horror then times it by 10 and you'd get his nightmare of a timeline.

I've gotten some inspiration from GoT North (never watched it just from short clips,) Beowulf and just plain snowy monster horror.

There was a curse that fell over the land over Ganondrof tried to harness a power that was way too strong for him which turned him into the beast, Ganon (Or as I'd like to call him Tomb) but the curse took over him so there wasn't really much of him left, it also affected some of his monsters which turned them into Bugge, they're stronger and more scarier version of normal monsters (Totk spoiler kinda but think about the malice monsters in the deep) it also infected normal people (Grendels) and turned them into monsters, kind of like a plague and it also brought an almost endless winter. Even with Ganon defeated the curse still lingers, it's lessened and the winters have become less brutal with each year as the curse lovers power but its a really slow process, it being about 10 years after Ganon's defeat.

ENOUGH OF THAT LORE- Crypt's mother got infected by the curse when she was close to giving birth and so he was also slightly affected. Unnaturally tall, inhuman eyes and quite pale (but that's also from like not seeing the full sun for the frustration 15 years of his life) It's become less since the defeat but he's still got the height (he stopped growing and probably would have kept going if he hadn't defeated Ganon.

Heres my handsome man for reference (he's supposed to be dirty blonde but the picrew only had light brown or light blonde :((( )

He's stoic only for the reason that he doesn't know how to speak to people. He was cooped up in the castle with only a selective few to speak with for a little over a decade so he doesn't know what to say and fill in awkward silences.

He's actual got tattoos around his mouth and neck but it's covered by his beard and his usual scarf (it's a spell that helps him control the volume of his voice, especially because the monsters are very sound sensitive)

I've got more but can't think JFJEMDMENE HES MY BIY THO