#not sure if this needs to be tagged in some way lol

[pepstarvanmoon]

Someone please get El out of there

Is it not obvious what this is? Do you really not know what you should be doing? SAY THE DAMN WORDS.

Why do you think she’s doubting you? Can you really not tell?

Mike, sweetheart, your relationship balancing skills are a terror to your friends, family, and romantic partners.

This is why people found Midleven cuter in S1/2, because the day you made it official marked the beginning of El’s doubts in your feelings for her.

You cannot seem to grasp that El is your friend AND your girlfriend, and somehow treating El like a girlfriend equates to treating her like shit.

You cannot make this up. El needs WORDS because Mike’s ACTIONS actively make her feel unloved. She does not feel it, so she wants some kind of verbal/written affirmation because of how emotionally distant Mike feels.

(someone talented please edit Elmike to Hamilton’s Burn or send an existing edit my way, thank you ♡)

His actions do not align to her expectations of love, not that it’s a good idea to let TV define romance for you, but you’re allowed to want/expect certain things in a relationship, and El isn’t getting that.

And let’s not act like Mike isn’t good at making people feel loved/cared for. Will is in love with him for a reason. El loves him for a reason.

(It was difficult to pick scenes for this because I’ve read arguments for how these aren’t really romantic at all, but from 12/13-year old, “fresh out the lab” Eleven, it’s as romantic as romance gets imo)

El has been trying to convince herself that their relationship is better than it is, because once she admits to herself that it’s not working, what does she do?

Her day-to-day life isn’t that great. Sure, she has her new family in the Byers, but her dad recently passed away and she’s being bullied at school. She has no friends outside of Will, and while I’m sure their relationship is great (wasn’t explored that much tbh), he can’t keep her from feeling isolated, and his own trauma with bullying keeps him from standing up for her.

One good, unchanging thing she has is her relationship with Mike. He’s the one who took her in and housed her, he taught her what it meant to be a friend, and… I’m having a bit of trouble here lol. I was going to say:

Never used her for her powers (not true lol)

When she was burnt out, he never expected more from her (not true LOL)

Never treated her differently for her powers (for this one, he found her awesome in an awestruck way rather than a Brenner “I’m gonna exploit this” way, but when he thought she lied about Will/hurt Lucas he was on her ass lmao)

My girl has those ‘first love’ blinders on. I keep having to ask myself what she sees in him besides ‘first person to accept me + we kissed’ like besides the latter, Dustin was right there. A lot of the parts of Mike I enjoy don’t reveal themselves around El outside S1 (barely S2). He’s shown as caring and protective, but he’s like that for all of his friends?? Especially when they’re in danger so idk what’s different. I’d have to peruse the milkvan tag to get a hint, but I’ll probably get a better idea watching Sleeping Beauty.

I’m a firm believer that Mike kept it ambiguous because he didn’t want to admit what the real problem was to Will.

“I couldn’t tell El that I love her.” - simple as that. Must be something about Will that has him holding his tongue because after S3 I doubt he’d have that much trouble telling Lucas.

Are you embarrassed? If you thought it wasn’t that serious you wouldn’t have told Will that it was something you “can’t come back from”. Is love serious to you, Mike? Because you can’t love El in the way she wants, do you think you’re incapable of it? Do you feel wrong? Do you not want Will to know?

Hit a little too close to home, huh.

(and let’s not get into the "team, friends, best friends" scene they had together like what was the point in having them make contact a SECOND time.

They already established a connection between them. Mike could’ve asked to be a team after the "guess it's gonna be up to us again," and Will could’ve taken the painting offscreen (the focus shot of Will grabbing the painting gets me so bad like WHY), but instead they wanted them to blush and giggle over each other AGAIN before they got to the van.

Make it make non-Byler sense I'm begging.)

You’d think that’d be good enough, but Mike still feels conflicted and has to make it Will’s problem (actually, Will kinda made it his problem. The way they shot the triple take makes it seem like Will dragged Mike away for another talk because of how spacey he was being. Who knows.)

Tf do you mean you didn’t know what to say? “Maybe if I said that thing” so you DO know? It’s painfully cut and dry if you take emotions out of it. El wants Mike to say that he loves her, so to fix this, to come back from that fight, Mike has to say he loves her.

Why is it such an internal battle for him? If I were to take it at face value, I’d chalk it up to what he said in the van scene.

So your solution is to push your relationship to a point that has El crying and throwing all the loveless letters you sent to the floor? To tell her that she’s incredible and a superhero and that she should know how you feel about her because, despite the tears streaming down her face and her DIRECTLY asking you if you still love her, she must know how amazing she is too?

NEWSFLASH, Queerler! She’s learning just how much she doesn’t need you right now, so I guess it’s time to face your fears!

This isn’t what I meant, but go off ig (don’t, actually, this is awful for everyone involved).

No way you expect El to buy this. You’ve expressed this fear of "losing El" to Will, I’ll give you that, but nothing you’ve done IN FRONT OF EL has conveyed this. Your letters weren’t helping, and you being there in person only made it worse.

Eagerly awaiting the day Michael Wheeler stops lying.

Well, I guess he doesn’t lie ALL the time.

[megwritesriddles]

Just One Taste ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Request: omg i love your writing sm this is so exciting for me lol. sebastian begging to eat you out!!

Tags: Oral (f receiving), Begging, Switch!Sebastian (kinda), Semi-public sex, Established relationship (but it could be friends-with-benefits if you want)

Word count: 1.2k

Read it on ao3! | Masterlist

Authors note: I apologise for the ending... you'll see... lol!! Making cover images for the sdv boys is so hard :'(!! Not proofread. Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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He could smell you. That short skirt you were wearing left little to the imagination and as you stood up from where you sat beside him on the floor, he caught a whiff of a scent he was all too familiar with. Damn you for sitting so close and smelling so mouthwatering. To anyone else the smell might have been innocuous, so faint and gone so fast that it would have meant nothing, however, all of Sebastian's nerves came alight as he smelled it. His gaze followed you as you left the room.

“I’m just going to get some water,” you’d told him, Sam and Abigail brightly, flouncing off toward your kitchen, giving him a tantalising view of your ass beneath your skirt from this angle. The way it moved when you walked made his cock immediately twitch to life. Who wore such a short skirt to game with their friends? You could be such a tease when you wanted to be. Luckily, he held his laptop in his lap, keeping his dilemma concealed from his friends for the time being. From his spot he can still see you in the kitchen if he strains his neck, bending over to grab a glass from one of your cupboards. Fuck this, someone as perfect as you shouldn’t be left alone. He shoves his laptop aside and stands up hastily, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets and pulling it down to cover his growing predicament before anyone can notice. 

“I might go get something to eat before the next round,” he tells Sam and Abigail by way of an excuse, inwardly smiling at his unintentional innuendo. He sure would be eating something. “You guys start a 1-v-1, I’ll be back for the next one,” they shrug and agree, happy to compete against one another and not having reason to be suspicious of Sebastian’s motives. He leaves, carefully shutting the door as much as he can to block the view. Sam and Abigail were facing away from the door anyway, but shutting it would raise suspicion, so he leaves as little ajar as possible, then slinks toward you. You stand, sipping your glass of water by the sink and staring out of the window at your farm as he comes up behind you.

“Seb!” you giggle chastisingly as his arms wrap around you and a soft kiss lands on your shoulder. The sound of your voice can’t help but make him smile. 

“Babe,” he chuckles back, imitating your tone, his nose brushing along the curve of your neck. “Your skirt is cute, suits you,” he whispers, one hand skittering down to the hem of it, tugging lightly. “Bit short, not that I’m complaining really, makes me want to devour you–,”

“Stop,” you hiss quietly, turning around in his arms. They remain loosely around your waist as your eyes meet, he looks amused at the flush on your cheeks. “Sam and Abby–”

“They can’t hear us,” he promises, leaning in to kiss the spot below your ear that always makes you melt a little. “Too busy with their trash talk,” Enthusiastic hurried voices carry through from your living room, as well as hoots and laughs, signalling your friends' engrossment in their game. Although you seem anxious, you relax back against the counter, letting him cover your neck and collarbones in loving kisses, slow, but gracious enough not to leave any marks for now. His arms are tight around your waist, holding you firmly against him. “You’re so beautiful, you make me crazy,” he mutters between kisses, placing a warm kiss right at the neckline of your shirt. “I need you, come on, please,”

“Seb–”

“Shhh, babe, just relax for me,” he chuckles, slowly kissing his way down, lowering himself onto his knees before you, warm large hands sliding to the bare skin of your thighs. Your breath hitches and you glance toward the doorway to the living room, heart rate spiking. “God,” he groans after pressing his face to you and taking a deep breath. “Fuck… baby, I want to taste you so bad, been picturing this pretty pussy all evening,” His hands move to lift the hem of your skirt and yours fly down to stop them. Confused, his dazed eyes tilt up to meet your flustered face. 

“We can’t–” you pant, although the throb between your legs suggests otherwise. “They might hear,” Despite the dazed look on his face, Sebastian manages a smirk.

“We can be quiet,” he promises. “So quiet, they won’t hear it over their shouting,” he leans back in, lips latching onto the skin of your thigh just beneath your hem. Once again, you try to wriggle out of his hold. “Please baby,” he whispers, holding you in place. “I need it, I’m desperate for it, you’ve been taunting me all night, please,” his voice grows a little whiny.

“But they-”

“I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, I promise, just let me taste you, let me please you,” his hands sneak up your thighs once more, gathering your skirt up to your hips. “You’re wet baby, just let me taste it, just… just a few licks at least, please, you taste so good,” you can’t fight the reaction your body has to his words. They have you squirming and growing wetter and wetter by the second. He always had this effect on you when he begged, he could make you so weak. “Just one taste, just one,” he pleads softly, rubbing his nose over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “You have no idea how badly I need it, you’re like a drug to me, fuck… please baby,” he takes a shaky breath, looking up at you with dark, imploring eyes.

“I know you, one taste won’t satisfy you,” you laugh breathily. In return, he smiles up at you a little sheepishly, not denying it.

“Please,” he repeats. You swallow and glance toward the doorway again, Sam and Abigail still sound engrossed in their game, and the look Sebastian is giving you is making you weak in the knees. “I’ll do anything babe, anything, I just need to taste you right now,” he presses his cheek to your stomach and widens his puppy eyes, knowing it makes you powerless against him. The smell of your increasing arousal is making his head spin, drool pooling under his restless tongue. Biting your lip, you finally give a relenting nod.

“Fine,”

“Fuck… thank you!” he sighs eagerly, his fingers immediately hooking into your panties and pulling them to the side. Breathless, he admires your glistening folds, wet all for him. “Thank you baby,” he repeats, leaning up and placing a sloppy kiss against you, gathering as much of your arousal into his mouth as he can, making you gasp. A wanton moan rips from his chest as your taste spreads over his tongue, luckily muffled against your core. Your eyes flutter shut and you whine softly as he begins his eager laps through your folds, finishing with a flick to your bundle of nerves each time, painting sinful pictures between your legs. “Thank you…” he whispers once more. You were in for quite the evening.

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xoxoxo

[rrezshifts]

𝓻𝙚𝙖𝖑𝙞𝙩i𝙚𝙨 𝙞’d 𝙡o𝙫𝙚 t𝙤 𝙛𝙞n𝙙

this is a list of realities i compiled from three lovely people’s dr ideas posts: ellysdreamworldd, deminetly, & lalalian. this post is a way for me to clear out my likes without having to keep track of the realities i’m interested in shifting to in a notebook i’ll lose or forget about . . .

a retro high school/college reality. this could be a reality from any decade where retro still fits. the original poster wrote 70s-00s. i feel like i partly already have this with my twilight reality, it’s set in the early 2000s. but it’s definitely something i could be interested in shifting to outside of that reality

2000s victoria’s secret angel reality. see this is weird because i am a trans man. and like . . . the parts of my body that are inherently feminine and ideal for an angel, i don’t like. however, it can be what i like so put my ideal masculine but twinkish form in some lingerie and call it a day!!

professional tourist reality. a reality where i have all the money in the world and travel the world with no responsibilities seems SO fun! but like an ideal and bigotry free world. and also i get to bring someone with me!!

vampire reality. tbh i already have a few of those . . . but i’m not in love with them. that and they’re from pre-existing media, and i want one that i can really play with and make my own and just fall in love with my own mind and life through it, yk??

royalty reality. this could be so so incredibly fun. but i fear the way i view and picture a royalty reality in my mind at the moment . . . it’s off putting. i’d need a new perspective to look at these type of realities from before trying any world building or i may genuinely give up immediately

summer camp reality. as the counselors of course. like imagine being a counselor with other hot people your age and just bouncing from counselor to counselor all summer as we all sneak around camp after curfew and just go crazy!! though i technically have a reality like this already . . . my the quarry reality is basically this because i removed all the horror game elements. i should think about it more though for sure, that why i put it here

mermaid reality. like genuinely the way the original poster described it as a the little mermaid kind of romance plot almost makes me not scared of the deep ocean aspect of this reality. but i love marine biology and marine animals so like i would realistically love this too. this is another one though, that i would need a perspective shift because right now the idea of this reality is off putting to me as well

magic university reality. quite literally just hogwarts in my marauders reality. but i haven’t scripted shit and i need to get on it. so i’m adding it in hopes that’ll change. it won’t lol

small town shop owner reality. the original poster said it was a flower shop. but the idea of it being like a small business of my choice, for example a metaphysical shop, and falling in love with the small business next door’s owner?? bonus points if it’s a tattoo artist i fall for, because why can’t fanfic tropes come to life!!

planetary romance reality. described as exploration of different planets with romance specifically with aliens. and you know what . . . i’m not gonna lie. the romance with aliens is what sold me!! call me what you want! (it’ll probably be true) but this genuinely seems like such a fun reality to get to workshop!!

eco-metamorphosis reality. described as a world being colonized by aliens but instead of rejecting them you welcome them with open arms. and i was thinking this could be so fun to imagine a world that has coexisted with aliens for generations now, a good many years after, and how that looks and what daily life would be like

that’s all of them!! please look at their posts if you liked any of these and want to see what else they have shared!! i’ll tag them here so they know i used their posts for a sort of form of content @ellysdreamworldd , @deminetly & @lalalian !! thank you for the great ideas 🙏

[emmg]

wip wednesday except it's saturday lol

I was tagged by lovely hunnybun @xxnashiraxx and someone else (I'm sooooory I don't remember!) I honestly don't have much cooking. This is just something from the creepy Emmlich x Rook fic I'm still fucking around with lol. It's not really edited or anything so eh

Tagging my usual boos but please do it and tag me in it if you're not mentioned (I forget people all the time.) I'm a hoe for wips.

@caffeinatedmunchkin @aldisobey @heylittleriotact @lavenderprose @thepalehorsevictoria @jainydoe

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It does not hurt, as he promised, though her stomach turns as she watches his knife bite into her palm. He starts at the center, pressing just enough to break the surface, then drags upward toward the tip of her thumb. The sound is faint but sickening—a soft tearing, wet and fibrous. A line of tissue yawns open in its wake, pink and glistening, the raw fibers twitching faintly, helplessly. When the knife taps against her nail, he tilts it sideways, slipping it under the edge of her skin, working it loose. 

There is no blood. It feels aberrant for there to be none, and she realizes she’s muttered something, perhaps a question, because he answers her without looking up. “A spell, darling. No mess.” 

The ligament clings stubbornly to the joint, a sinewy, yellow strand refusing to tear. Emmrich tuts, presses the blade harder, and scrapes until it detaches in shredded, sticky ribbons. 

"I was thinking of taking a nap in the Memorial Gardens before... this," she says.

Her mouth feels very dry. She will vomit her soul. She desperately needs some normalcy.

Emmrich hums absently, a soft tune threaded through his breath. "Oh, we still can go," he says, his voice unnervingly bright. "They’ve added new blooms, you know. Mintroot has begun curling around our lonely Vasanthum tree. A charming display, I imagine." 

"I'm sure it is," she murmurs, barely audible. 

"Quite," he replies, almost giddily. "Did I ever mention my talent for weaving? Braiding, too. I could make you a flower crown, darling. Something delicate, something becoming." 

Her thumb begins to peel, a meticulous unveiling. The layer of skin and muscle separates with a moist crackle, exposing the stark white curve of bone. As the flesh sloughs free, the severed edges cling for a moment, stringy and reluctant, before giving way entirely. 

“You are doing beautifully,” Emmrich murmurs. 

She nods, though her throat is too tight to swallow. 

His free hand dips into the molten metal in the bowl perched precariously on his lap. She cannot look away as his fingers vanish into the liquid iron, a viscous, glowing mass that shifts and ripples at his touch. In another life, his flesh would have blistered, bubbled, shed away in wet clumps. But in another life, he had flesh. 

He stirs it with the casualness of a man testing the temperature of a bath, and she watches, horrified. The iron clings to his fingers like sap from a freshly cut tree, thick and heavy, glistening as it drizzles back into the bowl.  

Without pause, he lowers those shiny fingers into the yawning wound on her hand. The molten iron hisses softly as it meets her exposed phalanges, a sound that seems alive, sentient, as it spreads itself across the bare bone. The metal clings tightly, flowing into every groove and hollow, encasing the fragile framework in layers of shimmering grey. It hardens as it moves, forming a lustrous shell that is as unnatural as it is permanent. 

The smell is unbearable; sharp and acrid, laced with the faint sweetness of something organic cooking away 

"I would like that," she says eventually, her voice flat and far away. She doesn’t lift her eyes from the bone, its pallor now overtaken by the dull sheen of grey, and tries, feebly and absurdly, to think of flowers. 

"Wonderful." Emmrich’s smile stretches, slow and just a little too broad, as though it might spill from his face entirely. He tilts his head, considering. "Something sturdy, enduring, but not without charm," he muses, as if discussing an old trinket. “Wax flowers, I think. Subtle, fragrant, and remarkably long-lasting. They endure neglect with such poise, don’t you find? Even out of water, they hold their shape beautifully.” 

As he shifts, the folds of his robes part, and the hollow in his chest gapes wide. Her eyes fix on his ribs, so very exposed, their delicate curves dipped in gold. They shine in the low light, grotesquely ornate, as if mocking the flesh they once protected. She knows there are other places like this on him—the soft, breakable parts made permanent, harder, resistant. Her gaze darts between the gleaming ribs, her thumb, and the bowl of molten iron in his lap, and something tight and monstrous begins to unfurl within her. 

It starts with a shiver in her chest, a strange pressure that deepens into a sickening pull. Her lungs seem to cave inward. She can feel them shift, the slick, spongy mass grinding together, rolling and twisting into a single, suffocating ball. It churns inside her, alien and wrong. 

When she exhales, it moves, dragging itself upward. She can taste it now, bitter and metallic, something slimy and pulsing that claws at her molars, trying to wrench them loose. It presses against her teeth, her tongue, desperate to escape, to spill out of her mouth in a choking flood. But it never does. It lodges there, a writhing, sweltering mass that stretches her throat and fills her mouth. 

What escapes her is not a scream but a wail, ugly and pitiful. She shakes her head wildly, her voice cracking on each repetition. “No, no, no,” she says, first a whisper, then louder, the words piling up, tangled and frantic, until they bite at her lips. “I don’t want to be like you. Gods, I don’t want to be like you, Emmrich.” Her eyes feel swollen, burning, ready to rupture, to spill themselves down her cheeks, to run away from her face altogether. “I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be like you—I don’t want to die in Nevarra—”

Her voice collapses into a torrent she cannot untangle, her breath heaving as she jerks her half-flayed hand, desperate to free it. The iron spills from the bowl in his lap, hissing as it splashes onto his knee and dribbles down. 

“No, no,” Emmrich says softly, as though comforting a skittish animal. His hand remains steady even as hers thrashes. “Not like me, dear heart. Never like me.” Drip, drip, drip, the iron sings, pooling on the floor in slow, glowing puddles. “But I must finish or else it will keep breaking, again and again and again...” He pauses, his voice shifting, adopting a light, almost cheerful lilt, as though trying to smother her rising panic beneath a veneer of warmth. “Afterwards, we will go to the gardens, just as you wanted. Mintroot and Vasanthum, remember? And I shall weave you that flower crown I promised. Wouldn’t you like that?"

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[a2zillustration]

It's fine he'll be fine

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[iceclew]

Did I accidently write more than just a few lines of dialogue for this scene?... *shyly fumbling with fingers* 🥹👉👈 maybe...

Sorry, I suck at words and this isn't betaread nor properly proofread and I am not native english, I'm very sorry in advance...

full story down below

(Chappel Roan - Love me Anyway)

(Benson Boone - Slow it Down)

"VICE-CAPTAIN!!!!"

The tiny moving plush-like thing in his hand apparently started screaming as well now.

"WHY ALWAYS MEEE!?!?"

What looked like the chibi mini-version of the Defence Force's biggest trump card, struggled to hold on his thumb, kicking around those little feet of his.

"Well, now I'm quite curious abut THAT story..."

"I CAN'T TURN BACK AND I AM T I N Y !!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )"

"I see that... How'd you even get in here?"

Tiny #8 stopped fidgeting a bit. Instead two unproportionally big round dark eyes goggled at him. It was undeniably adorable to look at. "Well after THIS happened, I couldn't grab my phone on the table anymore, so I ran around to find someone, but I figured Narumi and Kikoru would very likely take advantage of my situation and do something stupid with me."

"Oh yeah, they definitely would and I get why, honestly."

"So I ran around to find you, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG THE 1st DIVISION IS, WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS, OK?! And then I saw the slightly opened window and just crawled in... ༼☯﹏☯༽"

"Wait... you know where my temporary place in the 1st Division is located? Why?"

"....Coincidence? (*ﾟｰﾟ) "

He sighed. "Well just when you think you saw everything...Kafka Hibino enters the stage..."

"SIR, WHAT SHOULD I DO?? WHY ARE THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPENING TO ME??"

"you really want me to answer that, bud?", he barely tried to hide the undertone of his voice, which left the small creature on the palm of his hand baffled for a second.

"Wha-? HEY, MEAN!! What are you on about!?"（＞д＜）

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know STOP CHANGING in general, like I told you f.ex.. or maybe stick to your training routine without going OVERBOARD on a regular basis? How 'bout that?"

The big dark round eyes got even bigger with every word spoken.

"Yeah, don't look at me like that, I might coincidently got wind of stuff, you know?"

His unexpectedly open and emotional response threw Kafka off. For a second he forgot about his *tiny* main problem, his mind jumped between confused and worried and he couldn't comprehend with his reaction for now. After some awkward seconds in silence, Hoshina's tone grew significantly calmer, but still sort of off to his usual self-assured expression. "Well at least this time you're actually telling me about stuff that bothers you, huh?"

Silence again. While hanging from the palm of his Vice-Captain's hand Kafka realized something (besides his size) was different. His senses grew more aware of his surroundings to find answers.

"Are... are you drunk, sir?"

Besides the slight scent of alcohol in the air, and the - well quite obvious - bottle of sake on the table, the startled twitch on his face confirmed Kafka's guess was right. Other than the sake the only other thing on the table were some snacks. Another odd thing to Kafka, who was used to see Hoshina's surroundings stuffed with documents, loose papers, books and other work related things.

The silence lingered around them uncomfortably. To Kafka's suprise Hoshina was seemingly struggling with words. A look on his face Kafka couldn't remember seeing before. Now his mind definitely jumped to 'worried'.

Hoshina tried to mimic an insulted face and looked away. "A little tippsy at most... I'm off-duty for tonight.." Besides the slightly blushed nose and cheeks, Kafka now noticed some dark circles under red eyes. "..and despite my gut telling me better, I assumed I probably won't be needed anymore today, and that I could hang loose a little. It's not my Division after all, there's another Captain and Vice-Captain in charge here. So I might as well make use of that chance... Should have known, it would end up that way or another.. " He smiled a bit and Kafkas felt like his heart clenching from the sight. "Although I definitely should have placed my bet on YOU to be the reason for that." He chuckled lightly, while his expressions grew somewhat softer.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Nah, it's fine. As if I didn't get used to your-"

"I never put much thought to it, but ever since the Defence Force started preparing for the big counter attack on #9 your workload must've at least doubled in the 3rd and 1st Division.. and here I am still taking over the rest of your time as well..."

"Don't like where this is going, officer... You're not starting pitying me, are ya?"

"No I-...I just feel like.. I didn't realize, and there for not appreciated your work enough.." Silence. "And also.." The tiny kaiju had his look glued to the floor in front of him for a while now. "I know you told me to brush it off earlier but,... I truly regret ... not telling you about... #8 n'stuff.. I'm sorry... I'd change that if I could.."

A small plushy-sized Kaiju was gently put back on the ground again. Hoshina scratched his nose for a second, before bending far back to the other side of the room. He grabbed for his smartphone that was burried in piles of carelessly pushed aside documents.

"As I said. You're here now, aren't ya?" When he got his phone he chose to stay laid down on the floor and started typing something on the lightened screen.

A tiny transformed Kafka carefully made his way around and walked up on eye-level with Hoshina's face again. Once again overwhelmed by his current state of being, he let himself fall back on the floor and sat on the ground. "So... what should I do?"

"The first thing WE do is trying to make some calls. But since you seem to be in no life-threatening condition, we might have to wait 'till tomorrow for a first medical examination. If that's the case you'll stay, and I get you down to the lab first thing in the morning."

"Wait!" The tiny Kaiju made a suprisingly far jump right up to Hoshina's chest and pressed the (for him very big) red hang-up button on the screen with both paws. "You're right about that, I won't die this second from being tiny, so we might as well wait for tomorrow."

The questioning look on the opposite's face made a tiny Kafka look away and scratch his neck shyly. "Well, since you're ... I dunno,... I feel like, I can't have you be seen d-dru- .. like this by other officials of the 1st Division, b-because of me..."

A finger poked his forehead, which caused a tiny being like him to fall right back landing on warm soft fabric of Hoshina's shirt.

"Idiot. But you might be right about that."

[k1tty5]

hello :D please tell me more about your mezalian (is that how you spell it??) smalletho I will forever be indebted to you

(they are gorgeous I love them sm)

hey hi !! it would be my pleasure … (and I’ve been spelling it mezalean ??? but i have no idea LOL. there might be a canon spelling but i havent watched joels esmp1 since… probably since it ended. i will have to check sometime)

apologizing in advance because i will probably get very ramble-y!!

ummm. Oh god. How to start. Lets see. WELL. In this silly little au (i guess it has become a bit more than just me doodling designs LOL) in my head they have like this sort of zelink dynamic? obviously without all the zelda lore & stuff, just that kind of … okay forgive me I haven’t brushed up on my zelink lore for a good many years but. Like the princess and her personal knight that doesn’t really talk much sort of thing.

this made more sense in my head. But yeah. They have the vibes of zelink ? At least if i remember zelink right, I have a really bad memory :’) not exactly the same, i do think etho talks to joel (whereas if iirc link never really talks) - especially after getting to know him a bit - but just. they have the Vibes. You know?

I reckon Joel’s definitely very into sculpting in this au, maybe dabbles a little in painting - I imagine mezalea to be very heavy on art and expression in general. think you’d especially see lots of pottery and textiles all around the place. He probably also has an interest in some form of like. um. whats the word. Some sort of … fighting. lmao. Specifically thinking of fencing, i had this idea in my head that he’s watched Etho practice outside the palace at some point and is just absolutely fascinated and enamored. by both the practice and etho himself haha.

and for etho… talented swordsman? he is Not washed. i dont really have many ideas for his character in this au To be completely honest, mostly just of his personality. Although, I alsooo think he’s probably not actually from mezalea? I like to draw him with those pointy elf ears, and i think mezaleans are just humans. I cant remember if thats canon or not but um. mezaleans have human ears, so i’d imagine etho’s probably from like.. rivendelle? Is that. What it’s called. The elf guys? Are they elves??? Goodness I cant remember. Grimlands would make sense too since i THINK they’re kind of like. technical engineer guys? but i dont know what species they are um so ,,, yeah,,,,

i think joel’s probably a bit put off by etho at first, mostly just because he’s not super enthused about the idea of a personal guard, but also because the guys a bit odd, you know? but he’s also probably suuuper intrigued by him. he wants to figure this new guy out, and when they start talking a bit more, i think. They are both incredibly charmed by the other. head over heels? possibly.

most of my ideas of this au are just little scenes that are cute and silly but dont follow any main plot. I would love to write some one-shots of some of the ideas i have in the future, but as of right now im experiencing a bout of creative burnout and am busy with the holidays - spending time with family, so… not right now lol!

hopefully this is what you wanted,,,, i tend to get very ramble-y when talking about literally anything, so i do apologize for that haha, i am Not good at explaining things in simple ways, as i’ve said many a time before.

[joojdraws]

ohhhhhhmygosh i love him so much, anytime i stare at him i smile so wide and big, i love rarold !!!!!!! ^_^

on august 15th of this year it will be 3 years of me loving him 🫠❤️

need to reread bkmn for the one billionth time 🥺

[stupidrant]

Do you have any fanfic recs that aren’t proships? Because all I find when I look for fics on ao3 is proships, I think even that one person who sent a ss of what she saw was having the same issue

If youre asking for any atreboda fanfics, luckily i do 💜in no particular order: 1) grounded/uzieminoy , 2) how do i fair? , 3) the stars here are different (i have no idea if deleted or is just for members. Its about angrboda having a dream of her and atreus in a field and it manifesting into them actually kissing in the golden fields of jotunheim. Its a really cute short story) , 4) of monsters and men (not really atreboda focused but they are there. KEEP IN MIND this fic is very violent and graphic but i really love how the author made this. Its not completed yet but there is a sort of happy end.) 5) window seat (was a oneshot but then author wanted it to be a series but discontinued it shortly after 💔), 6) of atreus and calliope (not completely atreboda focused and i havent been up to date with this one as of late, but it is constantly updated. I recommend for the cute and angsty sibling moments with atreus and calliope), 7) blood upon the sands (freytos focused with atreboda involved. Havent finished this either but i recommend 💚)

[b4kuch1n]

fuck it sk8 sketches from da sketchbook. get sk8ed idiot

[lemongogo]

need 2 find myself again in 2025 . tbhwu

[sysig]

@vernors tags are so incredibly correct (Patreon)

[raindropren]

family's getting bigger

from left to right. Milly, Matchbox, Mailbox, Tilly.

[bambiraptorx]

y'know there's something rather ironic about when people put eyestrain warnings for their art in giant brightly colored text