#nuetral tones

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Source: Annie Selke on Pinterest

[imageingrunge]

they will never free my girl nina from that atrocious hair

[mylittleluvv]

recent pinterest collection

[glitttermoon]

I didnt know until now that active duty military members were prohibited from protesting or participating in protests

[the-withering-system]

There's always spell check

I use spell check heavily. Thats why half my stuff rn is legible. But even if my stuff wasn't that doesn't mean I should be bullied or put down for it ya know?

[bijoumikhawal]

I could draw that old man in lolita. I can draw all those men in lolita.

[atlas-the-idiot-2]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Just realized im most likely plural ?????

God help mee

[bigjerkart]

Living Room Library

Inspiration for a large transitional enclosed dark wood floor living room library remodel with white walls, a standard fireplace and a stone fireplace

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Library in Miami

Living room library - large transitional enclosed dark wood floor living room library idea with white walls, a standard fireplace and a stone fireplace

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[padmestrilogy]

very much spitballing here, forgive me, but i think for the sake of the narrative needing a negative controlling idea and glucas’ use of obi-wan as a centering device in both his trilogies, obi-wan never really processes his role as a soldier and how that led to the fall of the republic. (obviously the jedi’s militarization wasn’t the only factor nor did they “deserve” their genocide. let’s be adults). because by the time of anh obi-wan is isolated, and regretful, but he still talks of fighting/war/battle in this either nuetral or valorizing tone. he hypes up both yoda and anakin as expert warriors. and when it comes down to it, 11th hour, he tells luke to kill vader. he tells him it needs to be done. BUT! when we meet yoda, he’s lowkey pushing back on that. he rejects the warrior label obi-wan gave him. even as he preps luke for what he knows is inevitable (a vader confrontation), he tells luke to forsake his weapons. you compare that to mr obi fuck-it-lightsaber-in-the-cantina wan there, that’s such an interesting divide. at the end of the day both yoda and obi-wan form a thematic block that luke needs to overcome, but they come at it from different angles. not to mention in the pt yoda is the only jedi with consistent lil moments of “hmm. fucked up we have”, and all those little moments coming to fruition puts him in such a deep shame that he fucks off to a swamp forever. with hindsight, his whole “wars not make one great” deal comes off very much like he’s processing the reality of counting on this kid to kill his dad and not feeling too good about it maybe

[mylittleluvv]

[thetxtdevil]

Attention Princess

Beomgyu x Reader

summary: Pretty princess Beomgyu didn't get enough attention from you during your outing. You find a way to make up for it.

content: smut, jealous bf beomgyu, soft.dom but mostly switch(?) gf reader, marking, blowjob, handholding, cum eating, strip tease, grinding, riding, no protection...

word count: 1.2k

Original story: Jealous

What can you do when your pretty princess of a boyfriend gives you the silent treatment. Beomgyu has been sulking ever since you guys came home from dinner with the boys. He rushes home, straight to a shower to let some steam off. After dressing into loose comfy sweats, he plans to pout on the couch for the rest of the night. Lips in a plush scowl paired with big puppy eyes you couldn't help yourself but to snuggle close to the man. You flop on the cushions next to him pinching his cheeks, the man flinches and then buries his head into your neck as you hold him close.

You brushed his long brown hair keeping the comfortable silence. Any interrogations you give him might put Beomgyu in more of an attitude. Beomgyu somehow squishes his face further into your neck with his hands tightening around your waist, he starts to peck your neck. Your relaxing state quickly vanished when you felt gyu's wet tongue licking a strip on your throat. Gyu was relishing your whimpers of his name, he needed this, he need you.

"Gyu you're going to leave bruises" you whine.

He growls a "I know" continuing leaving hickeys all over your neck trailing down to your low-cut top "this is my way to remind you that you're mine."

Tilting your head up, squirming at the good feelings of his soft lips on your tits. You let him continue to destroy your nuetral skin tone into bold purple and red colors, all while trying to think of what happened to get him like this. During that night's dinner you were making sure to be friendly with the group of men so that they didn't have to feel uncomfortable with Beomgyu's girlfriend being around. You would laugh extra hard matching Kai's laugh, complimented Yeonjun's outfit he chose for the occasion, had a small intellectual conversations with Taehyun. Maybe you were being too friendly you didn't give your boyfriend the attention he needed.

"Beomgyu let go" you say in a serious manner. Gyu lifts his head furrowing his eyebrows making his brown eyes dark, the look was frightening "trust me."

You grab his hands that were glued to your breasts taking them off. Lifting yourself and positioning the man underneath your body. You give the sweet man a rough kiss,

"I'm sorry sweetie, did i not give you enough attention?" Beomgyu squeaks as an answer "Can i make it up to you?"

Beomgyu shyly nods, watching you crawl down towards his lower half. His lips curled into a smirk looking at the purple marks already forming on your neck. You wrap your fingers around the waistband of his pants, tugging the garment down letting Beomgyu's thick cock fling out. Looking back at your boyfriend you smile at his dark gaze.

Your hand was small compared to the man's girth, but it flawlessly wrapped around the dick and started pumping the erection. Pretty pearls of pre-cum start to form perfect to lubricate with. Kissing up his thick shaft, "My prince is so handsome" you kiss his tip, "how could I ever leave when you're all mine."

Beomgyu's head falls back into the couch pillow when you wrap your pretty lips around his mushroom tip. Bobbing you head, hollowed mouth, you reach your hand to one of his to hold. Beomgyu quickly accepts you grasp, holding it close to his chest. Intertwining his fingers with yours squeezing them every time you lick a sensitive spot on his shaft. He whines in pleasure, "yes love, YES" as he instinctively bucking his hips up into your throat making you gag. Big brown eyes open in surprise usually you hold him down stopping him from doing anything other than letting you suck him off. But here you were spoiling the prince by fucking your mouth until his cum shoots in the back of you throat.

With a pop of his dick, sucking off any remains of his seed, you crawl back to the man lips letting him taste himself. Beomgyu groans at the taste of you mixed with him. Big hands find their way grouping your ass. "Take that shit off will ya?" he commands.

Taking your time, teasingly stripping off every garment that covered you. He watches you bring your shirt over your head showing off your braless figure. His hands move towards to touch only for you to stop him and shake your head making the same pout from earlier comes back. You slide your leggings off, Beomgyu squirms in his spot looking at the thin lacy panties teased the sight of your cunt. Your dainty fingers circle the sides of the material pulling them down clearly showing the lace sticking to your folds. All Beomgyu could do was to lick his lips in hunger, all he wanted to do is to touch every part of you.

You smirk at his dark orbs eating you up. Your legs settle on the sides of his hips, your wetness grazing his abdomen. Gyu's warm smile reflects yours as you brush his long brown hair with your fingers. You move your hips against his lower belly spreading your juices on him while you kiss and leave your own marks on the man's neck. Gyu's big hands guide your hips slightly pushing you closer to his dick.

Bringing your hips up lining his pink tip to your entrance. Already you whine at the stretch of your hole leaving you burning. "You can do it" Beomgyu encourages you as he finds your contorting face entertaining, he bottoms out leaving you to relax your tightness around him. Beomgyu focuses on your scrunched up face, rubbing and gripping the flesh of your thighs. He coos at you seeing you lighten up you fall on his chest moaning in his ear. "Fuck Beomgyu"

He smiles to himself starting to guide your hips. The more you grind on his fat dick the more you melt into him. Biting his shoulder close to breaking his skin. He lifts hips slamming into you making you bounce uncontrollably, "Gyu- you feel so good" you whine as you mark his neck. Satisfaction filled the man getting the love, care, and attention he wanted, he deserved.

With all your strength you pick your self up holding onto Beomgyu's shoulders. You try to look at him but your vision was blurry with tears. "You're handsome, an unbelievably good boyfriend" you say in between kisses, "and god do you feel good." Picking up the pace you were crying on his dick, clenching so hard around him you could feel his dick twitch inside. Gyu's thumb finds their way to your swollen bundle of nerves making you gasp for air.

"Ugh- g-gyu I'm going to.." Overstimulated by every sensation from the fiery stretch, the electricity in your core, in contrast with the softness of his lips on yours and skin under your palms. Your orgasm flushes through you combining with the soaked mess you left on the man. Glancing at the cocky man before you, you give a nod for him to keep pounding into you until he came undone.

Both sweaty and exhausted, Beomgyu shimmies in his spot on the couch making you both lay down. Your hands brush his hair soothing him to sleep. "You know you're an attention whore?" The statement left you two giggling.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

read more from: Jealousy/Envy TXT Masterlist

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[xo-arcie]

pleasures

jjk men headcanons x gender nuetral reader

author's note: I am just reviewing (perpetually editing) and reposting my stories from my main blog. Enjoy! word count: 1.7+ warnings: Sukuna is in this, so dubcon, edging, mentions of domplay, overstimulation, implied unprotected sex and oral sex

He would be a considerate top but only if he was smitten, committed and totally in love with you. He would be conscientious of your every response and reaction, the kind of man that would palm your scalp for the delicious pull of your hair at the roots, tilting your head back so you can look up at him while he other hand cups your chin; your attention would be rapt with how he towers over you. 

You would squirm under his heady gaze, your desperation to be filled by him vibrating off of your skin, but Kento would never rush his intimacy with you. He would be slow, gentle to pluck each thread until you completely unraveled beneath him, until you were soft and pliable, boneless and begging for all of him.

Kento would just relish in the mess he made of you, touching your cheek again with a low hum as he thumb wiped away the tear tracks streaking your cheeks. 

Even with you mewling for more, he would still restrain himself. He would want to savor you, attuned to every soft sound spilling from your swollen lips. And when you feel you cannot take any more, only then would he melt into you, sinking slowly with soft kisses that would litter every inch of your bare skin. 

You would burn from his rasped, whispered words of encouragement. “Yes, just like that. You are doing so well for me. Did you need to use our safeword?” 

But you never would. 

However, salaryman Kento would be an absolute dom, a man haunted who fell into the monotonous motion of the corporate world after he left Jujutsu High. The menial office tasks could never wipe away the horrors he knows exist, and that eventually that darkness will consume again, searing to the surface and vying for control. 

That is when he would visit the bar close by to his office. His eyes would burn to find someone wanting the same thing as him: to fuck senseless until you forget, even if just for a moment. He would be desperate for a sense of control again, and you would always be willing to help.

He would still offer a safeword, and you would still never use it. 

Suguru would be a switch because your pleasure is his pleasure. Whenever you want to take command, he is happy to lay back with a trust that he pours into you, that empowers you, and it makes you want to shower him with love and affection in return. 

He does not say a lot, but he still makes sure you are adamantly aware that he is enjoying himself. You can see that in the rose tones that flush his features with your sensual ministrations, plumes of color from the love bites you decorate his chest and abdomen with. You preen under his gaze when that lustful black swallows the amethyst of his eyes. 

He can be vocal in other ways: low hums and groans when your tongue slides up the underside of his heavy cock, his bated breath building until his climax spills–a thick pulse of pearly spend, hot and sticky on your palms. Suguru would arche into that painful pleasure of you cleaning him up, your tongue continuing to swirl his tip, suckling until he finally cries out. 

But as much as he enjoys himself, he definitely loves when you allow him complete control. 

Suguru would tuck himself between your thighs, his large hands curling to anchor you against him while his mouth pulls a relentless euphoria you never knew existed before him. He would not stop though, but would continue until you were brimming on overstimulation, tears pearling and spilling from your eyes. 

That would have him pause so he could kiss them away, but then he would manhandle you again, his fingers dimpling into your skin with a searing touch that would spark throughout your body, kindling a warmth in your core as he moved to meld himself against you. 

Even with his preparation, despite how careful he is to ease himself into you, he still has a girth and thickness that nearly cleaves you in half. You cannot help how you clench around him, your warmth enveloping him with your sinful shudder. 

He would take his time with the slow roll of his hips until your fingers are clawing at his shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss that he would return with a passion that flutters to your nerve endings. His pace would quicken and it would not take you long to build towards the prior pleasure, his thrusts pushing you back over that precipice of passion. Your thighs would knot around his slender waist to help balance the stutter of his hips as Suguru spilled into you with a low exhale, another kiss before he curled against you. 

Hook-ups and flings would not really be something that interests him. It would get the job done, but he always needed more of an emotional connection to spark any sexual attraction. 

And you would satiate that, giving him so much more.

Satoru is more of a pillow princess and it would amplify whenever he found himself in a situationship with a “casual” label. The man has had a lifetime of people falling into his ocean-blue eyes, easily swept away by the mischief that sparkles in them–and you are no different hussy.

He is content to laze on his back, his hands tucked to support his neck, his stark white hair a mess and his bedroom eyes prickling over your skin. He enjoys the view the most in this position, able to see the intimate hues that flush beneath your skin, listening to your sounds made whenever he decides to languidly thrust upwards, his hips meeting with yours until you see the stars. When he knows you’re close, he’ll offer a helping hand for you to finish, but it is because he loves the way your warmth clenches around him, pulling him towards his own peak. 

If you can successfully navigate the maze of emotions, if he becomes more invested, you would notice it only with the intimacy shared. In public, he would remain as zany as ever, his lackadaisical persona placed as a shield, but that is because the vulnerability to admit that he needs you leaves him feeling raw. 

But when it is the two of you, he takes his time savoring every inch of your skin, learning what it is that you like and taking note of what you don’t. He would still use his teleport technique to switch positions he is lazy, but as dizzying as it can be, his touch would ground you, the slow roll of his hips bringing you back towards that promised pleasure and even further. 

His tenderness would continue in your post-coital haze, a mutual comfort shared. You love how his long and lithe body curls to mold against you, and he relishes in how well you fit together. Satoru enjoys lying there, the thrum of your heart beneath your cooling skin, while his fingertips trace, his six eyes rapt to watch the goosebumps ripple in the wake of his touch. 

You are wrapped in his warmth, and you can feel his gaze, but you keep your eyes close and pretend to be asleep. 

And he knows this, but he never minds it.

You are solely a fuckhole for him at first, and he will dominate whatever he deems available for his own pleasure. 

But Sukuna would still pull you along. “I don’t like getting off on my own,” will be his excuse when he would come up from behind, his arms wrapping around your torso with his vice-hold, pulling you against his chest and his teeth sinking your shoulder. 

He loves to mark you, admiring his bruising bites that decorate your body afterwards. 

You hate yourself for it, but you are already burning from his heat, his proximity, and your body always responds to him: you nerve endings alight with his rough touch, pressing backwards for friction. 

His dark chuckle rumbles through you before he pushes you into the bed, enjoying how malleable, how willing you become with his commanding touch. You clench when he thrusts deep to fill you, your mewling symphony giving a rhythm to the brutal pace of his hips.

If he decides to keep you, and even though he swears his pleasure is the only priority, you find he will take his time to coax your body to handle him better. Simple, almost gentle gestures: a hand resting on top of your head while the other bites into your jaw to go slack, easing himself inch-by-inch into your mouth. 

Your tongue flattens to taste, to follow every ridge and vein–your strangled moans to fit him before your hand wraps around the base of his cock, fingers barely touching and your jaw aching open. His hand will follow the to cradle the back of your neck with a slow buck of his hips to fuck your throat. You gag, your nails biting into his thick thighs to balance, tears pearling, but you won’t pull away. 

You are desperate for him and he knows this. A cruel smile curls across his mouth as he watches you, his continued thrusts that bruises the back of your throat, spit dribbling down your chin and onto your chest. You choke when he goes too deep and it vibrates through him; Sukuna hisses through clenched teeth, and only then does he pull back to flip you over. 

He pushes your face into the mattress, burying his length into you. Your hands claw at the sheets and his bruise into your waist, pulling your ass back to meet with his hips. He fucks you hard into the bed, splitting you open, his each thrust sparking something deep and primal within you. 

You come with the same white-hot rapture that fractures through your body, boiling the marrow of your bones. Your mouth falls open with a silent scream, a sobbed release that shudders violently throughout you. 

You lay there for a while, waiting for your blood to flow again, edging back through your depleted veins, and the air soothing your lungs. You jolt when you feel his hand wrapping around your ankle, pulling you back towards the edge of the bed. 

Sakuna gives another throaty chuckle. “Our night has only just begun, pet.”

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[jazeswhbhaven]

So we saw that Cain really came around to the idea of the twins when they were born. Could you write something about him having to deal with the twins liking each other more than him? Since that typically happens with twins, especially when they’re young. They usually grow out of it but they’re kinda in their own world for awhile. Cain maybe feels left out and talks Levi and/or Satan about it?

Thank you anon (if you're the same one) that asks for me to write about my fankids <3 I love doing so~

As the twins entered their next stages of development, which was very different from Cain's since they were half-human, they became toddlers within a couple years, walking and being around each other pretty much 99% of the time. Cain was used to changing diapers, feeding them when asked, and even babysitting since he was old enough to do so, but now it seems the twins were more independent and no longer needed him for much of anything. Since they were both girls they could go to the bathroom together, they had their snack time together, nap time, rarely wanted to sleep in separate beds. Though they loved their big brother, they just didn't need him as much the depended on each other. Even if Kamaria, the more sickly twin who often needed help when she was feeling tired would be held up by her sister, neither of them asking Cain for help. While he felt relief for not having to baby them constantly, he also felt a sense of his purpose being taken away as being their older sibling. And the more it bothered him, the more his emotions were beginning to annoy him. He could only trust in asking his birth giving father, Leviathan who seemed to always have it under control.

"Father? Are you busy..." Cain knocked on the door of Leviathan's office, waiting patiently to be invited in as always.

"It's unlocked." Leviathan's tone was nuetral meaning he wasn't busy. The perfect time to talk about what was troubling the young devil about his siblings newfound independence. Cain walked in, shutting the door immediately behind him knowing that his father's noble Foras was probably right behind him the entire time but out of sight. It wasn't that private of a conversation, but he was still perturbed by the lack of alone time.

"Father, I need to talk to you about something. It's about the twins."

Leviathan flashed a look at the other, sighing before he pushed away the idle paperwork that sat on his desk.

"What is it? Did they say something?"

"No. Well their speech is quite developed just yet so that's impossible."

"Then?"

"It seems they don't need me anymore. I know in my studies that half-devils, well more common being Asmodeus' offspring that are half human, age rapidly for the first two decades of their lives and then it slows down. So at this age, it's normal they may not need my assistance. But that...bothers me."

Leviathan's face remained calm and collected, staring at his son as he tapped his fingers on the desk. "It shouldn't bother you. You aren't like them. It's natural they would seek validation from one another."

"What do you mean?" Cain sat down in one of the chairs, legs crossed and his arms perfectly placed on his lap.

"Cain, you...are a true devil. Through and through. You were born from...as much as I don't like mentioning it...two parents that are high ranking devils. Though the twins have fathers who are Kings, Solomon's daugther, Astra is only human."

"Okay. And this means?" Cain was having a hard time understanding his father's logic, though he knew he was about to say something completely judgmental.

"You aren't directly related to them, Cain. In fact only one of them really carries Satan's DNA, the other twin doesn't. They only share their mother's blood. Something, you can't relate with."

"I don't think that has anything to do with it. We're still devils, we're still in Hell and they are my sisters. Am I not supposed to care and protect them?"

"Tell me Cain, do they even want to be around you these days? Twins are...funny creatures. They tend to feel and think what the other is thinking. Perhaps, it was decided over night they found out just how different they are from you."

"They aren't pretentious like you, father."

The sudden tension in the room could be sliced with a knife after Cain's statement. Leviathan only smirked, pleased by his own flesh and blood becoming catty with the slightest form of rejection being presented. It reminded him so much of Satan it was annoyingly sick.

"They certainly aren't. Since I wasn't the one who raised them. Between those two and Astra...the twins are better off learning things on their own. I can't even trust Satan to raise you properly and he goes and has another child. Typical." Leviathan clicks his tongue and stands up neatly set the paperwork to the side and look at his son with distaste. "Besides, I don't like that you've been in Gehenna a lot lately. Certain behaviors are starting to rub off on you. Make sure to pack your things and get ready to come back home for a while."

Cain scoffed, deciding to drop his composure and second guess whether or not he should knock over the chair he was sitting in. Deciding against it, he only got up and loudly stomped out of his father's office, only having Leviathan chuckle to himself.

Back in Gehenna, Cain could do nothing but stew in his thoughts of his earlier conversation. All the meanwhile the twins were running around the palace, their giggles and screams echoing in the halls as a diligent Sitri chased after them reminding them not to run too fast or they'd fall. Normally, Cain would be running with them but today he just felt too beside himself to do so. The irriation inside of him was building, and he knew what happened when he had no control over it.

It was then, that Kamaria stopped running and collapsed to the ground, panting as her tiny hands braced her body. Cain was alert, starting to walk over to her before being stopped by Aelia who casually picked up her sister from the floor like it was nothing. A tiny toddler, no bigger than two feet tall being able to lift and carry someone the same size as her.

"Big sis has you..." Aelia says proudly as she waddles to the nearest couch to lay her down, while waiting for Sitri to catch up to them as he dials a number on his phone.

Cain sat back down, the irritation now swirling inside him even more as he watched. The eye contact that Aelia made with him was brief, almost as if she were telling him to stay away. What did he do to them? Had he not been a good big brother? This was maddening to him, a growl erupting from his chest as he glared at a random piece of furniture that suddenly tore into two with the walls and floor around it cracking and splintering.

"Whoa, what happened just now?" Leraye states as he arrives to the room with Satan, everyone now witnessing the mess that Cain made. Satan could only wordlessly look over at his wrathful child, and smirk as he turns to Sitri.

"Call Mammon about Kamaria. I think Cain needs some attention right now."

As the nobles took the twins to go meet Mammon elsewhere, Satan made his way over to Cain while laughing at his menacing gaze.

"What's got you so pissed off? Going through your moon cycle again?"

"No. That hasn't started for me yet. I've got another century, dad." Cain turned away, refusing to meet Satan's gaze.

"It's adorable when you try to not be angry. You shouldn't hold it in, that's not healthy. Levi has been teaching you the wrong things again."

"Don't call father, 'Levi'. He says you don't get those privileges anymore."

Satan blinks and then grabs a chair, turning it backwards before sitting on it leaning on the back while talking to Cain.

"What's got you pissed off? Or do you need a reason to be pissed off?"

"Why'd you have to have children with Astra, dad. They're annoying. They're half-human."

"So?"

"You have me. Aren't I enough?"

"Yes and No. I'm allowed to have as many offspring as I want. The same will be for you when you're older." Satan grins and reaches over to ruffle Cain's hair. "Are you pissed that you aren't the only child?"

"I'm pissed that they ignore me pretty much all the time, as if I'm not important to them. What's so much more important than their big brother? Nothing, not even you. This is stupid." Cain pouted and crossed his arms as Satan stared at his son, wide eyed before he let out a cackle.

"You sounds exactly like Levi. Damn, that's uncanny. I should have recorded this for him. 'Look at how our child screams like you. See how our rage creates such a beautiful thing?' It would make him so mad he won't talk to me for a week." Satan kept laughing, to much of Cain's annoyance until the room went silent again. A pair of large arms suddenly reached over to the younger devil, bringing him into a hug while being smothered with off pink, fluffy hair.

"Dad...what the hell are you doing?"

"Giving you a hug. You want attention? Astra suggested hugs would be better than kicking your ass."

"You're embarrassing. Are you really my dad?"

"You know the answer to that. Just like you know the answer to why you're pissed off. Aelia and Kamaria don't hate you. They just don't to bother you anymore. There will be a time where they'll want to play with you again, so enjoy your alone time."

Cain sunk himself deeper into Satan's embrace, trying to melt away his irritation with the scent of his parent's hair. It comforted him, just like it always had when he was the twin's age. Perhaps in the end...he was jealous that since he was alone and had to figure it out, he didn't have a sibling to lean on to. He always had his parents, but never someone who could relate to how he felt in that moment. He was always just...alone. He wanted the twins to bother him, need him for something. Because having someone to protect was one step closer to be a great ruler of Hell, just just a great devil other than the qualities that came with being born this way.

[arsontisticallyinfernal]

WoF headcanons? Winter x Gender Nuetral Silkwing reader?

ɢ𝜚𝓷ⅇⲅ𝖺𝒍 Ԝⅰ𝔫𝔱𝞎𝙧 𝘳ⅇ𝙡𝙖𝗍𝗶𝝾𝕟𝚜Ꮒ𝔦𝖕 ｈ𝐜

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ/ᴛᴀɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, 2ɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ 3ʀᴅ ᴀʀᴄ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟꜱ, ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ: ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏꜰ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ/ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɢɴ, ꜱɪʟᴋᴡɪɴɢ

ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ <3

To start it off, you two probably met during arc 3 when Pantalans went to Pyrrhia for safety and cover. You most likely were a servant to one of the ladies of the hives and served her until you evacuated.

You were one of the first there, greeted by Moon, Qibli and Tsunami.

Along the way you would've most likely have met Luna, and got a bit close.

You met Winter when he was visiting Moon and Qibli, holding a small reading monkey alongside himself in his talons. This interested you, as a worker in the hives, you never really got to see a reading monkey, or what they call it, a scavenger.

You began asking him questions about the scavenger, growing more and more curious about the tiny creatures. He was very on guard at the moment and didn't trust you, but you didn't blame him, you came from another island.

When the chosen group of saviors left for Pantala, you stayed behind, volunteering to help out Winter in Sanctuary.

He grew to enjoy your company after a while of being against it.

Soon enough he grew a crush on you.

Did he have a thing for other tribe dragons? First Moon, then Qibli, now you?

You couldn't lie, it was nice hanging around him, you are there for his ups and downs and there to comfort Winter when all hope seemed lost, when he grew saddened as he watched his friends leave.

Although the night he confessed was quite awkward.

He had to build up a lot of courage unless you would confess first. He hopes you do, because even if he likes you and he knows you like him back, Winter thinks it's too embarrassing to confess it out loud.

Hopefully you can knock sense into him, or just confess your crush on him before he goes and has a stroke from panicking.

But if you make him confess first? It'd be simple yet special.

It was a dark but lovely night and stars shined above the clouds, casting a dim light down into the village below, Sanctuary. It was a lovely home for humans and dragons of all kinds. A silkwing sat alone on a boulder, watching the stars with a calm, relaxed smile, nocturnal flowers blossomed and a nearby stream of water gave an enjoyable background noise, it was just them and the Pyrrhian nature.  “[Name], finally, I found you,”A familiar voice called out from behind, causing them to turn around and face him, staring into the pale eyes of- “Winter. Hey, what do you need me for?” “What makes you think I need you to do something?”“Your tone…it makes me think you need something from me.”He paused, looking down and thinking to himself, deeply wondering if this was the right idea. [Name] felt suspicious and curious as to what was up, and they observed him, his scales shining in the moonlight like a beacon in the dark, he looked handsome like this with the stars reflecting off his blue scales. They quickly noticed a flower of sorts in his talons, and [Name] had a feeling of what he was going to say in these next few moments. “Do you ever plan on going back to Pantala? Don’t you have a home and family there?” He hesitantly asked, as if making sure they weren’t leaving. He was avoiding eye contact, afraid of showing vulnerability.

“Not for a while. I never really spoke to family and didn’t really have a home, I feel more comfortable here anyways.” That was all he needed to hear, giving a small, curt nod and smiling to himself, pulling the blue, frostbitten rose out into plain sight and offering it to them. Silently, [Name] took the rose and brightly smiled at him. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.” Winter casted his gaze towards the side, nodding as he avoided any eye contact. [Name] smiled in amusement at his behavior, finding it interesting and funny to see the usually stoic icewing be so vulnerable. They liked this side of Winter, they hoped to see more of it. Hopefully one day he’d be more open. [Name] carefully held the rose in their talons, watching Winter with a curious gaze as they motioned for him to sit closer, to watch the beautiful sky together. Noticing the motion, he sighed in content and scooted closer, sitting next to the silkwing. [Name] was curious, would they ever get to go home? Would they want to go home if they ever got the chance? 

Would they leave Winter behind?

Shaking their head, [Name] rid those thoughts and focused on Winter, smiling fondly as they observed him, eyes trained on the stars. Fluttering their wings, they gazed back down at the rose, carefully and delicately caressing the petals with love. They’d definitely be staying.

After you two started dating, he became more open with his opinions, gossiping with you and complaining about anything that had pissed him off.

He doesn't even need you to do anything, just sit and listen to him and he'll be happy.

Winter isn't into PDA and he prefers to not have anyone see him be soft, he'll twine tails or cover his wing over you, but nothing more in public.

Although when it's just you and him, he's incredibly soft and enjoys any and all affection, he may not initiate it though, instead, he'll wait for you to show affection.

No matter what though, he's a big lover boy.

Winter's main love languages are acts of service, gift giving and quality time.

It isn't a shocker when he gifts you a new pair of earrings or asks you to spend time together studying scavengers, or maybe even offers to take over your tasks for the day and hunt for you.

He especially enjoys getting you flowers. Daffodil thinks you two are the cutest, and usually runs off from Winter when you two are interacting, she doesn't exactly like being around Winter anyways.

Constant teasing from Qibli.

I imagine Winter would've wanted to keep the relationship a secret, but since you probably don't have skyfire, Moon would've read your mind and figured it out easily.

She did keep quiet about it for a little while, until Qibli caught onto Winter's softened personality around you.

Overall, Winter is soft on the inside and needs a lot of comfort. <3

ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ, ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɴɪᴇ.

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!