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2nd (Usually) Sucks
Veteran racer Obi is preparing to win another Cup when heâs put to the test by a mysterious competitor.
#obiyuki#obiyukibingo23#akagami no shirayukihime#mariokartAU#Racing#snow white with the red hair#kpSLP#obi x shirayuki#titleinspiredbyADTR
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This is absolutely perfect! I am in awe.
The accompanying fic is linked below.
Second part of the Do-Si-Do event, my contribution to @kpslpâs pitch âObiyuki but make it Fern Gullyâ
Includes a fic cover, and some character wardrobe design of the main four, Obi, Shirayuki, Kihal and Ryuu~ I had loads of fun, and challenges, to make these. Really got to lean on some of the processes I learned in art school for once xD
#akagami no shirayukihime#ans#snow white with the red hair#obiyuki#obiyukidosido23#fern gully au#fairy obi#kpslp#art#fanfic
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Obiyuki AU Bingo 2024 Master Post
After six weeks, Obiyuki Au Bingo has CLOSED! Although all our challenges at the comm are not competitive, we like to have a few fun stats to close out the end of bingo:
Highest Scorer (each square 1pt, bingo 5pts, blackout 25pts): @claudeng80 (10 points, 5 squares & 1 bingo)
Runner Up: @sabraeal (4 points, 4 squares)
Most Spaces Filled (outside blackouts): @claudeng80
Number of Players with Bingos: 1 out of a possible 11
Total Number of Works: 15
Total Fics Written: 9
Art Pieces Completed: 3
Playlists Made: 3
Total Words Written: 20,278 words
[Works By Creator, under the cut]
@batgirlsay
Embracing the Light Send Me Into Space
@claudeng80
In Herba Veritas, Chapter 2 Letters From the Front Swift as the Wind (Animorphs AU, Chapter 1) Inscrutable as a Shadow (Animorphs AU, Chapter 2) Temporary Duties
@ddeath648
Death Parade
@kpslp
Iâll tell you something you may want to hear
@sabraeal
At Your Command, Chapter 2 Brewed With Intent, Part 3 Friends with Amenities (The Wide Florida Bay) Get Up Eight, Chapter 12
@sangahnomiya
Come here often? âI shall give you a kissâ
#obiyukibingo24#obiyuki#shiraobi#obi x shirayuki#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#masterpost
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I got to draw this wonderful piece for @kpslp and their amazing Kacchako fic!
#ochako uraraka#uraraka ochacho#bakugou katsuki#kacchako#bnha fanart#bnha uraraka#katsuki bakugou#bnha#bnha fanfiction#fanfic#omegaverse#romance
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The Strong Pack Thrives, Part 3
[Read on AO3]
Written for @kpslp, who was the second raffled winner for my 1000 Follower celebration!
The mattress yields beneath the weight of her knee, as welcoming as the groan that tears from Obiâs throat, coaxing her further forwardâ
Until Shirayuki bumps against his outstretch hand. His palm burns through both skirt and petticoats, fingers fitted around the wide curve of her hip, holding her still. Or more likely: keeping her at bay.
His eyelashes flutter over the sharp jut of his cheekbone, only a sliver of molten gold peering through a cage of black lace. âYou canât help like that, Miss.â
Shirayukiâs tongue sits sluggish in her mouth, clumsy as she murmurs, âWhat do you mean?â
Alphas may be famed for their acute senses, for their ability to detect the most minute change in mood and attitude, but there is something distinctly different about that knowledge when Obiâs head inclines toward her. When his nostrils flare and it is no longer some dry paragraph she read in a treatise a handful of years ago, but her scent being sampled, rolling around in his sinuses like lords taste wine. âI canât smell you.â
Impossible. Not when the tops of her thighs are so slick they nearly squeak. âWerenât you just complaining that you could?â
Thereâs a flash of teeth when his mouth tilts, matching the coquettish flutter of his eyelashes. âWell, Miss, that was before.â
âB-before?â
His hand flexes, fitting closer, thumb stretching across the crease of her thigh. Thereâs a vein there, a large one, and she wonders if he can feel the way her pulse thrums, careening from one beat to the next, a runaway stallion driving her heart. âBefore you said youâd come to bed.â
Thereâs barely enough air in her lungs to stutter out an, âO-oh.â
âYouâre wearing too much.â His thumb drags over the fabric of her skirt, squeezing thoughtfully at the end of its arc. âItâd be better if we were skin-to-skin.â
Her tongue tries to wet her lips, but his eyes fix on it, darkening as they follow every useless slide, andâ and her mouth is too incredibly dry to manage it. âI-IâŚcould take off my j-jacket.â
Obi doesnât reply; he only settles back, letting his hand fall from her hip to the mattress. It should be less distracting without his clever fingers dancing just at the corner of her vision, being helpful, as he puts itâ and underfoot, according to everyone else. But instead her attention catches on the way the lamplight pools on his chest, turning bare flesh to living, breathing bronze, and the buttons fumble right out from beneath her fingers.
Thereâs not a drop of innocence in him as his eyes lift, searing a languid trail from hip to throat before meeting her own. âNeed help, Miss?â
He twists, rolling up to his elbow, and the sheets shift around him, falling from rib to hip on one side and cutting down across his abdomen on the other, baring the tip of a dark trail leading downâ
âI-I can handle it,â she gasps, cheeks burning as she twists away. Shirayukiâs never had complaints about her natural inclination; being a beta has always suited her bestâ but when Obi allows that dark chuckle to rumble out from his chest, she wishes that she might have an alphaâs nose, if only to scent his desire as keenly as he does hers.
She looses the clasp at her throat, stripping the coat from her shoulders and setting it neatly aside. Fussing with its folds buys her a moment to think, to consider the silky gown sheâd worn beneath itâ itâs plain, a close-cut cream color meant to merely offset the deep red of the wool atop it, and without the amount of petticoats necessary to survive the Northâs colder months, would do little to conceal scent or skin. And yet, yetâ
Her hands fall to its closures as wellâ smaller ones than the coat, little hooks and eyes devised to lie flat beneath itâ the first at the neck, and next the dip of her collarbone. The thirdâ just above the dip between her breastsâ gives her trouble, the metal slipping from her quivering fingers, and the loss of momentum nearly makes her lose her nerve as well. That is, until Obiâs breath catches, the scent of musk and spice so thick she sways on her feet.
The clasps trail to just below her belly, but Shirayuki only manages the next two before she wriggles out, dragging the whole thing right over her head. Sheâs less fastidious about its folds, managing to get the arms tucked over the skirts before she abandons it to fuss with her first layer of petticoats.
âStays too,â Obi suggests, onces sheâs removed two of the three, eyes fixed to where theyâre laced. âYouâd be more comfortable.â
Her lips press together. Heâs hardly wrongâ flexible as they are, they did little more in supine than poke in odd placesâ but still, sheâs aware itâs one more layer of armor being bargained away, a barrier between her skin and his, pried loose by flimsy reason.
And yet, it doesnât stop her from tugging at the laces. The linen cord resists as she tries to coax it from its knot, working it loose enough so that she might win free. The weight of his eyes on her makes her itchy, impatientâ sheâd never thought of her undergarments in terms of allure, but thereâs none with her short stays. Just a simple starched tube with baleen run through it, meant to go over head head, and ah, if only sheâd thought to wear her combinations, then at least there might be some enticing lace and froth, as silly as sheâd always found itâ
âSlower,â Obi tells her, half a growl.
It takes a moment for her knees to hold her, for the heat pooling between her legs to become bearable. But then she begins again, the slim strap of her stays slipping down her shoulder as she works the laces loose, enough that she can finally lift it over her headâ
âThe stockings too.â
She hesitates, peering at him through the webwork of her arms and stays. âStockings?â Even with the carpet, the floor would be freezing, and her arms are already pimpling from the chill. âWhy?â
Thereâs an attempt at innocence now; eyes batting wide and sweetâ belied by the hunger in them, pupil nibbling away at iris until all thatâs left is the barest corona of gold. âTheyâll itch.â
If sheâd worn her usual wool, Shirayuki might agree, but she hadnât dare wear anything but her best to breakfast. There's no reason to tempt Rugilia's lord to dote on her, not when Eisetsu had been so eager to dress her in gold and crepe only days ago. âTheyâre silk.â
His eyebrows twitch, intrigued. âThen I guess you could leave them on.â
She nearly doesâ thereâs been enough of her armor peeled from her alreadyâ but she catches the lazy lilt of his mouth and decides that in some cases, bare skin might be better protection than covered. Obi, for his part, simply humsâ not disappointed, but interested.
When she stands, only a linen chemise to cover her, smoothing the fabric down her hips, mischief sparks in those hungry eyes. âYou know, Miss, maybeââ
âThis is enough,â she informs him, firmer than she feelsâ steady, unlike the step she takes toward the bed. âDonât let your eyes be bigger than your stomach.â
âHaah, Miss.â The words rumble through the mattress, shivering up the knee she sets on it. âYou donât know the half of it.â
With no more warning than that, the blankets rise up to swallow her whole.
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Itâs disorienting at first. Like how it is to fall through the iceâ shocking, enough to make a mind forget which way is up and which is down, every direction collapsing into either here or not here. Only instead of teeth-chattering cold to overwhelm her, it is scent, spice and musk and sex all tumbled together until she is left panting, pressed against the hard planes of his body, heat scorching her even through her chemise.
âFinally,â he groans, burying his nose at the crook of her neck and justâ just huffing, as if heâs a man lost in the desert and her scentâs the oasis that will slake his thirst. Itâs hard to think with him so close, with his hands holding her so tight sheâs half convinced sheâll find whole prints when she climbs back out again. Itâd hardly be the first time; despite the careful distance Obi usually keeps, sheâd found a thumb and a few fingers that time she jumped off Breckerâs tower, and a whole hand when sheâd knocked him into the snow their first time in Lilias. But thisâ
This is different. Thinking of those marks on herâ ones to match the nip heâd given her in the carriage, his fingers so deep within her she could barely do more than breathe through the fire in her veinsâ
Well, a beta doesnât rut, doesnât go into heat, but whatever his scent does to her must be close to it. Since when his canines prick the soft stretch of her skin, she only moans, tilting her head to give him more toâ
âW-wait,â she gasps, sense shivering through her his teeth bear down. âE-excuse me! Thatâs n-notâ thatâs not whyââ
She has to swallow the sound that tries to escape her as his jaw unlocks from her throat.
âHaah, sorry, Miss,â he purrs, not the least bit contrite as his tongue soothes the bite. âJust gotâŚexcited.â
With her palms trapped against his chest, she can feel itâ the wild beat of his heart, galloping against her palms. But as he settles against her, nose buried up under her ear the way he had at the manor, she also feels it lullâ not to calmness, but to something less like a race against time. Something less like danger.
Relief rushes through her; holding her this way, scenting her, may not be the cure, but it at least takes the edge off his desire, turning urgent to optional, need simply to want. Hardly comfortable, but sheâll take it over the sweating, feverish pain heâd been in only moments ago.
Her body does not so much relax as release, every muscle easing into his welcome heat. His grip is too tight for her arms to move from his chest, but her legs shift, one of her calves lifting over his, tugging it gently between her own. Thereâs no danger to being close now, not when his breath flutters so soothingly at her neck, when his hands have ceased their bruising strength, and when he shifts, loosening his panicked grip on herâ
Oh.
Thereâs something hard trapped between their bellies. Something that twitches with her sharp breath, even though Obi hardly seems to notice. Something that she would be happy to ignore, if onlyâ
If only it werenât so close to where his fingers had pressed into her. Where they had left her, stretched and sated, and nowâ now she canât control the heat that flashes through her, canât clamp down on how it floods between her legs, andâ and Obi groans.
His musky scent had already been strong beneath the blankets, but itâs overpowering now, her fingers curling into his chest if only to keep herself steady. A mistake; she could have ignored it before, could have laid there, pretending to be none the wiser, but the moment her nails scrape at his skinâ he twitches. Right against her hip. Not once but twice, a shiver shuddering through him, andâ and itâs hardly his fault, really, itâs just serendipity, the reality of how their bodies align, butâ
But he shifts between the first and the second, no longer flat against her hip but angled, the shaft skirting the edge of where she throbs. It rubs against her, not where she needs, but so close, hardly more than a full breath keeping her from that delicious shiver sheâd felt with his fingers.
It's nothing to move against it. An accident really. Just the barest tilt of her hips. Nothing suggestive, but enough to let it shift, resting fully along her belly. A widening of her legs that leaves the base nestled right above where she throbs, needingâ
Ah, she hardly knows, butâ something. Something she can almost taste the shadows of when her hips jostle into his, a thin finger of lightning scouring up her spine. Her breath saws into his shoulder, thoughts skittering out with it, leaving only one behind: more.
Heâs right there, isnât he? So close that she nearly aches with anticipation for the next accident, the next fumbling brush that would send those wisps of pleasure storming beneath her skin, bringing her closer to the release she no longer lingers over, but craves. It would be easy to stumble into another mistake, for hips to shift or legs to slip, to chase that lightning with no one at fault but sheer coincidenceâ
So thereâs no way for him to tell that itâs not, that this tiny bump of their hips isnât a clumsiness but calculation, and that the others that followâ not frequent enough to make a rhythm, to seem purposefulâ keep the tingle itching beneath her skin, not quite scratching, and yetâ
âOw!â Her nails bite into bronze, trapped so tight she canât wriggle lose enough to rub at her neck, but thereâs no need, not when Obiâs mouth is already soothing when he nipped.
âSorry, sorry,â he murmurs, little more than brushes against bruised flesh, hands clutching her hips so tight she can barely breathe, let alone move. âItâsâ your scent. I canâ I can smell youâŚâ
âO-oh.â It seems impossible when her nose is so full of musk and pine and spice sheâs practically choking on him. And yet his hand drops, gripping just above the joint of her knee to hitch it over his hip, and she smells itâ that faint sweetness of apple and a whiff of fresh herbs. Her. âButââ
That grip drags her further, not just spreading her over the hip but wrapping around it, angling her so close that his shaft no longer rests above where she needs him but against it, the thin linen of her chemise trapped between them. That alone is enough to flush the air from her lungs, to leave her so breathless she can only manage an, âOh!â beforeâ
Before he lowers his grip past her hips and grinds, pleasuring flooding her so suddenly, so deeply she tastes it. Her tongue flicks over her lips to savor the flavor. Thereâs nothing trapping her hands now, but she can do little but clutch at him, gasping and squirming as his relentless rutting sets every thought toppling out of her head. All her treatise and theories elide to moans, thready and desperate as they escape with her, struggling to tread the water of her desire.
Her chemise is damp where it presses against her, soaked, and it rucks up with each of his thrusts. Inch by inch it bares her to him, makes her aware that though his trousers cling tight to his legs, his cock has long escaped them. Itâs different than in the carriage, when sheâd held him against her and let that long slide push her up and over the crest of her pleasure; now heâs the one holding her, thrusting into her at his own pace, no barrier between them, andâ andâ
Itâs not enough. Itâs too much. Itâsâ something, but thereâs not enough of her mind left to make it up, only the static shivering under her skin and the heady scent of spice seeping through her. A good thing she doesnât have to, since Obi makes it for herâ with one arm slung over her back and the other under her bottom, he rolls, bringing him to his back and both her knees falling to frame his hips.
Shirayuki blinks, head lifting, hands falling, reaching out to brace against his chest. The tight cocoon of sheets is a tangle around them, a hopeless knot of silk and velvet and downâ but one that parts as she sits back, tumbling like water down a fall until it pool at her hips, leaving him bare beneath her hands. Her breath catches; oh, sheâs seen Obi on his back before, with chest both covered and not, but never like thisâ with hunger so naked in his eyes she longs to know what it would be like to be consumed.
âObi.â Her nails curl, digging the same furrows her brows do. âWhyâŚ?â
Did you stop? She had hardly known what she meant to ask, but thatâs what spring to her lips, desperate, needy. But she canât possibly askâ not when she offered her scent solely to soothe him, to calm the instincts that civil society no longer requires from its alphas. She canât simply change her mind now becauseâ
âHa-aah!â Her hands scrabble down his belly, trying to find purchase as his hands hook behind her knees, dragging her up, forward, until the hard ridge of his cock nestles between her folds. They catch in the sparse hair tracing down his belly, and oh, itâs all she can do to hang on as his hips cant against hers, dragging the length of him right along her slit, reminding her of how much emptiness can ache. âObi, IâŚâ
No actual words come to her, not when his tip catches on the ridge of her pubic bone and he moans, so long and loud she can hear herself grown wetter. The sound of him sliding through her slick tangles between her gasps and his groans, a mortifying symphony that only makes her hotter, slicker, and when their eyes meetâ
His drop, right to where his cock ruts against her cunt. Or where it would, if her chemise didnât lay damp and heavy on his stomach, obscuring his view. His mouth twists, impatient, and ah, she nearly apologizes until one hand reaches out, fisting the linen in his grip. With a sharp tug, it lifts, and oh, haah, there he is, the flushed head of his cock peeking out from between her lips. His hips tilt, pulling back, and it disappears, dragging along that throbbing bud before peeping out again. It should be ridiculous, a childâs game of hide and seek, but insteadâ
Instead, itâs enough to make a new rush of slick to flood between her legs. Her scent blooms strong even to her deadened nose, and Obi arches back against his pillow, growling, fingers clenched tight around her thighs. âNot enough.â
Frustrated, thatâs how he sounds. Unsatisfied. Disappointed. Shirayukiâs heart flutters to her throat. âWhatâ?â
Obiâs always been fond of wordsâ too fond, Kiki always told her, too polite to roll her eyes, how like an omegaâ even if his quick thinking often talked him into more trouble than out of it. But despite his reputationâ for a silver tongue, Obi would insist, even as Zen snorted, for being mouthyâ itâs action where heâs always excelled. And now is no different; with no more answer than a groan, the hands wrapped around her thighs urge her forward, knees no longer framing his hips, but goading her up to his waist, andâ
And itâs too fast. Shirayuki manages to creep only a couple inches across the mattress before her ankles tangle in sheets and her knees catch on her chemise, spilling her flat across his chest. A mortifying position to start, made worse by the way her bottom sticks straight up like a bitch eager for a mount. If he wasnât beneath her, she might think this was how he wanted her, bared and begging, butâ
But itâs not. Not when his palms fit right over the backs of her thighs and tug, dragging her up over his chest, so quick she barely has time to reach out her hands and brace against the headboard. He doesnât stop, not until sheâs got her knees hooked over his shoulders, so close to him that his breath ruffles the deeper auburn curling over her mound. Itâs an odd position, one that leaves her off-kilter and exposed even as her chemise drapes over his chin, covering everything from his nose down.
Itâs the damp part, of course, soaked in her slick and thick with her scent, and she grimaces. Thereâs no polite way to pluck it up, no stock apologies for having literally rubbed his nose in her scent, butâ
But his eyes meet hers, iris barely more than a thin hold thread wrapped around the abyss of his pupils, and he licks a long, languid stripe down her folds.
âHaa-aaah!â She clutches at the headboard as he goes back for seconds. Itâs terrible how she can feel his smirk against her skin, how he splits her lips with the gentlest prod of his tongue, lapping deeper. The tip teases the shape of her slit, tracing up one side before sliding over the other, reminding her that sheâs empty, reminding her that she could be filled, and, haah, she want to watch him, to see why his eyes flutter so coyly shut, andâ
And then Obi sucks, and oh, this chemise has got to go.
At least, thatâs what sheâd like to do. But the pleasure sparking beneath her skin makes her fingers clumsy, tangling in the hem only to let it slip from her fingers, the soaked part slapping right over his nose.
âSorry,â she gasps, taking the fabric he hands her, his snickers sending an unbearably enticing hum through her bones. âI justâ ohââ
It gets up over her shoulders this time, but thereâs buttons and sleeves and lace; a veritable maze of an undergarment, made no better by every thought in her head abandoning her as Obi sinks two fingers into her, right down to the last knuckle.
âJust a moment!â she pants, heaving herself off him. âI just have toââ
She clambers off the bed, enduring the terrible rumble of his laugh, purring out from so deep in his chest sheâs half tempted to go back and catch them with her mouth. The floor is freezing beneath her bare feet, but itâs bracing too, giving her surer footing than his mouth had, and she lifts it over her head. Itâs so much easier now to tip over, letting the weight of the skirt puddle the mass of linen beside her heels, finally leaving her bare.
Itâs with a silly sort of pride that she turns back to him, like a child having figured out how to take off their own stockings. Thereâs certainly amusement in Obiâs eyes when she meets him, but thereâs heat too, a promise, and when she looks down heâ heâsâ
Heâs touching himself.
#obiyuki#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#lemon#1000 followers#my fic#abo au#ans#there were many places to cut this and i eventually just had to go with the one#where i would need another 1K plus to make it work#this was one of those fics that just did not want to be written#mainly because i ended up with MANY EXTRA DAYS of kids running around#which really puts the damper on this whole like. writing smut thing!#hard to do it when every five minutes i feel a tiny warm hand#and then hear âmom...can i get some goldfish?â#thanks buddy really helping mama create a mood here
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đśâ¨When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) đśâ¨
Tagged by @tathrin
From Now On - The Greatest Showman
Be a Light - Thomas Rhett
I Am the Very Model of a Major General (no, really, I'm trying to learn how to sing it. Ironically, sometimes I sing parts of it too fast and completely wreck the rhythm) - Gilbert and Sullivan
Hustle - P!nk
Shishi No Hoshi Rei - Fairy Tail
Random? Yes đ¤Ł
And now I shall tag: @sabraeal @claudeng80 @bubblesthemonsterartist @ruleofexception @jhalya @the-pompous-potato @onedivinemisfit @jj-carstairs @corndog-patrol @kpslp
#ask meme#music#a little about me#mostly the knowledge that the music I listen to can be eclectic...đ
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#AO3 Feed Link#FanFiction#AO3 Kacchako#âĽ#Kacchako#đ#â¤#R:G#A:KpSLP#No Quirks AU#Police AU#Fluff
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Invincible
Shirayuki has so many things to be thankful for.
(A Fruits Basket AU)
Link below to read on AO3.
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Obiyuki Do-Si-Do 2023 Master Post!
A with the final day of grace period, we have come to the end of the Obiyuki comm's first long-form challenge! Listed below are all the entries, with primary work listed first, and support work listed second. Thank you to everyone who participated; we had a great turn out along with some very creative teamwork!
Shadow Man by @jhalya [NSFW] High Noon by @obiyuki-beebs [NSFW]
The Lilias Charity Gala by @onedivinemisfit a heart held by you, felled by you, Part 1 by @sabraeal
A New Journey by @realtacuardach A Late Start by @neon-sleep
Private Practice by @claudeng80 Clinically Distracted by @batgirlsay
Unspeakable Love by @batgirlsay Unspeakable Love by @jhalya [NSFW]
she fills the whole paper, and crosses half, Chapter 1 by @sabraeal
Familiar Connection by @neon-sleep More Than Familiar by @kpslp
Unbridled by @kirayaykimura
think of a place I would go, Chapter 1 by @obiyuki-beebs [NSFW] pyrrhic victory by @kirayaykimura
Put [My] Hand on [His] Shoulder by @puffdragongirl Stabs and Stubbornness by @realtacuardach
The Last Yura Shigure, Chapter 1 by @kpslp The Last Yura Shigure by @onedivinemisfit
Rough Cut by @claudeng80
#obiyukidosido#obiyuki#akagami no shirayuki#snow white with the red hair#shiraobi#obi x shirayuki#masterpost
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Obiyuki AU Bingo 2024: Week 6 Round Up!
Fanfic
Letters From the Front by @claudeng80
Fan Art
Come here often? by @heihei-uu
Playlists
I'll tell you something you may want to hear by @kpslp
#obiyukibingo24#obiyuki#shiraobi#obi x shirayuki#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#round up
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Obiyuki Trope Madness Semi-Finals: Match 2 Round Up
WINNER: Undercover as Lovers
You Called Me "X" It Must be Serious - 2 Points
The Last Yura Shigure, Chapter 3 by @kpslp A Serious Confession by @kpslp
Undercover as Lovers - 3 Points
the thing about hands, Chapter 4 by @another-miracle The Art of Deception by @kirayaykimura Truth in Masquerade, Chapter 8: A Ploy to Convince by @sabraeal
#obiyukimadness24#obiyuki#obi x shirayuki#shiraobi#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#round up
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Obiyukiweek 2023 Masterpost
We have reach the end of Obiyukiweek 2023! We have many creators caught up in participating in the Do-Si-Do this year, but we still had an excellent turnout: 29 works total from 11 different participants! Than you so much to everyone who participated, including the ones who struggled through to post in our bonus week! We literally could not do this without all of you.
Works By Day
[Day 1: Attraction | Day 2: Worship | Day 3: Declaration | Day 4: Rejection | Day 5: Woo | Day 6: Free Day | Day 7: Consummation]
[Works by Creator under the cut]
@aerie-skysinger Day 1: Attraction Day 2: Lady Worship From Afar Declaration of Passionate Devotion Eternal Fealty
@batgirlsay Striving for Worthiness
@bubblesthemonsterartist I Shouldâve Met You Yesterday, Chapter 10
@claudeng80 Dearest Reader, Chapter 7 Dearest Reader, Chapter 8 Dearest Reader, Chapter 9
@glitterberry Attraction to the Lady distance makes the heart grow farther doesnât stray far from you knock knock louder than words can speak renewed teasing wooing win the ladyâs heart
@jj-carstairs 2BR/1 Bath. Fixer Upper with a Great View
@kimarubey Courtly Love
@kirayaykimura Tiding Over
@kpslp The Arbiter, Chapter 3 Clarity, Chapter 18
@neon-sleep Cat and Bug
@sabraeal All That Remains, Chapter 12: The Prince & the Princess [Part 2] Brewed With Intent, Chapter 2 Desert & Reward, Chapter 16 A Fireâs Light From Far Away In Plain Sight, Chapter 7 Rarely Pure & Never Simple, Chapter 9 The Strong Pack Thrives, Chapter 2
#obiyukiweek23#obiyuki#obi x shirayuki#shiraobi#akagmai no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#masterpost
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Obiyuki AU Bingo 2023 Master Post
After six weeks, Obiyuki Au Bingo has CLOSED! Although all our challenges at the comm are not competitive, we like to have a few fun stats to close out the end of bingo:
Highest Scorer (each square 1pt, bingo 5pts, blackout 25pts): @onedivinemisfit (14 points, 1 bingo & 9 squares)
Runner Up: @writing-my-mind-inkâ (13 points, 1 bingo & 8 squares)
Most Spaces Filled (outside blackouts): @onedivinemisfitâ (9 squares)
Number of Players with Bingos: 8 out of a possible 14
Total Number of Works: 55
Total Fics Written: 31
Art Pieces Completed: 20
Playlists Made: 5
Total Words Written: 81,789 words
[Works By Creator, under the cut]
@batgirlsayâ
Falling Through Time Mockingjay and the Miner
@claudeng80â
Caught Changeling, Chapter 7 How the cookie crumbles Sands Through the Hourglass, Chapter 1 Sands Through the Hourglass, Chapter 2 Sands Through the Hourglass, Chapter 3 Sands Through the Hourglass, Chapter 4
@h0riznâ
Anything Can Happen Out There The Best Blaze Burns the Brightest drift compatible Some Elbow Room, Please Someoneâs Got to Be the Genre Savvy One Around Here
@kpslpâ
2nd (Usually) Sucks After All is Said and Done Anthithesis If Only I Could Invincible
@leewritingrecsâ
Luck Be a Lady Mystery at Laxdo Olin Maris
@onedivinemisfitâ
Confession of a foolish bruxa got a doctorate in giving himself problems he just wants them to get their vaccinations Here at Camp Grenada never running from a real fight Our little one~ Reminiscing⌠Speak. Speak and Let Me Save You would you look at me like Iâm not lookingÂ
@ruleofexception
Desperate Measures, Chapter 2 Iâm Not Here to Hurt You A Moment Apart No good deed A thorn in the sky, Chapter 5 (excerpt)
@sabraeal
All That Remains, Chapter 11: The Prince and the Princess [Part 1] Brewed With Intent Get Up Eight, Chapter 10 Greatest Little Show on Earth Sic Semper Monstrum, Chapter 8 The Strong Pack Thrives, Part 1
@social-mockingbird
in the name of the moonâŚsomething somethingâŚwhatever So This Dame Walked In Stop Throwing Tomatoes sunlight eyes Wonât you come down from your tower?
@starlightsmoon
The Mark Makes the Man
@writing-my-mind-ink
Always by Your Side, Chapter 1 Cutting Edge I swim pretty boy Love on the Silver Screen Never Gone My Way Renovate my Heart Say My Name Sweet as Belladonna, Chapter 1
#obiyukibingo23#obiyuki#shiraobi#Obi x Shirayuki#snow white with the red hair#Akagami no Shirayukihime#masterpost
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Madness Betting: Round 4 Results
Our last free voting round ends with many brackets on the floor, but @sabraeal has maintained her lead at the top of the list-- barely squeaking by with a one vote win this last round. However @dappledwrites and @kpslp are coming up right behind her, with champs that could easily take the match, now that everything is in the hands of our creators!
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BINGO!!!
If I Only Could
Shirayuki vividly remembers the bittersweet emotions that came long with the loss of her grandparents and moving to America. Being taken in by old friends, the Shenazardâs, whose eldest son had been her pen pal for many years, helped a little. Before her bags were packed and the flight secured, Raji had given her a crash course in American teenagers via letters and phone callsâwhich mostly focused on pop cultureâprior to his own departure to study music in New York. This left her entering Hawkins High knowing random facts about The Police and the importance of puffed sleeves, yet not another student.
Now, three years later, as she stares into the vast, corrupted realm of the Upside Down, she understands those things were the least of her worries. Rajiâs seminar had not��included superhuman children, monsters, and alternate dimensions.
Read more on AO3.
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