#oh and i drew the splash image

[angelicpoison12]

may we have a oneshot for sinner! Adam where the reader hangs out with him most often and after a few weeks of him being at the hotel, they do a sort of private trust exercise where they strip down to their underwear and hang out like any other day? (I feel like this would be good for adam bc I’m pretty sure he lowkey deals with body image issues)

this can be platonic or potentially romantic or just left up for interpretation

AAA YES!!! i live for Adam's bodyyyy <3333 thank you for being patient while i wrote this btw :,)

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Adam felt almost... abandoned. waking up in Hell, he expected to be in his cushy bed in Heaven, only to be on the filthy sidewalk where he had spilled the blood of millions. 

it sucked. Adam was constantly ducking away from people, getting into fights, and being just as selfish and stuck-up as ever. sure, everyone is naturally selfish, just some more than others. and Adam is unfortunately one of those that are more selfish. 

the hotel was really a last resort. it was free, the food was better than digging in the trash, plus his fat ass couldn’t afford the embarrassment of trying to fit inside of a cardboard box at night.  

what he didn’t expect to find in the hotel was you.  he didn’t know what drew himself to you. whether it was your calmness, the way you weren’t so pushy like the other residents, or maybe you just had a good-looking bod. one morning, Charlie rounded everyone up, and exclaimed how you were all going to go to the beach. there was a small beach just outside of Pentagram City, and nobody had ever been there.  

everyone was having a blast at the beach. Angel was sunbathing, Alastor was helping Nifty build a sandcastle, Husk was being a grump and enjoying a drink under the umbrella, then there was Charlie who was splashing water up at Vaggie.  but someone was missing..  Adam. 

you went to the changing rooms at the beach, and gently knocked on Adam’s occupied door.  “gimme a fucking minute!”  he barked. you flinched a little.  “Adam? is everything okay?”  "oh. it’s you.. i thought you were Charlie, or maybe that freaky spider guy,”  he muttered, a visible chill in his voice at the mention of Angel, which made you giggle. yup, Adam hadn’t been able to escape Angel’s mild harassment, and sometimes it was quite entertaining to watch.   “nope, uh, it’s just me. is everything okay? you’ve been in here for almost an hour.”  “it’s nothing. it’s stupid, really. pathetic, for the first man like myself,”  Adam chuckled. he sounded hurt...  

“Adam, nothing is stupid.”  you told him gently.  “if you’re hurt, you can tell me.”  “it’s not some dumb fucking accident, alright?! it’s my.. ugh, it’s my fuckin’ brain, okay?”  huh? 

you blinked a few times.  “uh, pardon?”  “my. brain. it’s being dumb.”  “how? Adam, i'm sorry but, you need to elaborate-” 

the dressing room door slammed open. you yelped and jumped back, eyes wide as you looked at Adam’s figure.  he was so beautiful in your eyes.  the tan, olive skin, a little sweaty from the humidity. he had dark brown curls of chest hair, his nipples were cute too, and you could see he had two golden barbells through each of them. okay, that was pretty damn hot. his belly was round and out in the open like a barrel, the hair transferring there too, making a thick happy trail-  “hey, don’t stare...”  Adam grunted, making your eyes shoot up to meet his once more. was he... embarrassed? 

“Adam, i don’t really see what the problem is,”  you said sincerely. tears welled up in the poor man’s eyes.   “look at this! how could anyone like this?!”  Adam wailed, both hands grabbing at his flabby gut. he sniffled, starting to grow weak as he spoke.  “Lucifer was right, saying how i let myself go... i look awful.”  “no, no, no. none of that now,”  you told Adam, prying his hands off of his belly.  “you’re perfect just the way you are, Adam. you didn’t let yourself go, no such thing! if anything, you had kids, right?”  he nodded, drying his eyes.   “okay! so, you have an excuse to have a dad bod! no big deal! besides, dad bods are in style! girls and guys alike fawn over them,”  you said, tenderly cupping his face, using your thumbs to brush away his tears. 

“you mean it?”  he asked, his voice cracking a little.  “i do. in fact,”  your hands went to your robe. it was thin and sheer, covering your frame, but underneath it had your swimsuit. you let the robe fall, exposing yourself.  “i’m not too proud of my body either. but i will let you see it.”  you told him. 

Adam’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.  “are you shitting me? you’re insecure?! look at you! your skin, so soft,”  he whispered, a hand gently rubbing your shoulder, then sliding over your collarbone.  “you really don’t think you’re as gorgeous as i say? fuck, you’re dim.”  Adam laughed. you crossed your arms, smirking at him as you playfully remarked,  “well, you won’t listen to me either, so i guess we’re both dim!”  you giggled.   “now, are you gonna keep pouting in your shorts? or are you ready to go out on the beach with the others?”  “hey, as long as you don’t push me in that freezing water, i’ll go out.”  Adam told you with a smile, nudging you.  

you were the perfect person to come to. it made Adam wonder why you weren’t in Heaven originally, like him...  

now that Adam knew he could trust you, that made Charlie's trust exercises less exhausting, because now he had a buddy.

sort of.

there was one particular exercise that made him swallow and avoid eye contact. it involved each other's bodies, again. ugh. why the fuck did he have to get undressed? "everyone is doing it Adam! it's perfectly normal." Charlie said, attempting to reassure him. with a grunt of audible displeasure, he followed you to an isolated room.

"it'll be just like when we were in our swimsuits, okay? you know i won't judge, Adam. never have, never will." you said, looking up at him with tender eyes. those adoring, gorgeous eyes. it made Adam's heart thump, and he had to bite his tongue to avoid making any accidental noises.

he watched you strip first. he enjoyed watching you, and he smirked when your shirt got stuck. you wriggled, attempting to get it over your head. "here.. let me help," Adam said with a chuckle, trying to get your shirt off of your head. then you were entirely exposed, your undergarments the only protection from his prying golden eyes. "now your turn." you told Adam. he whined, almost like a kid that had gotten caught breaking the rules of a game, but did it anyways. he ditched his robe, and pouted, his arms crossed, wings fluttering and curling around his body protectively.

you both sat together in the small room, hidden from everyone. Adam eventually invited you to cuddle with him, your head in his chest, his wings around you. "you seriously don't mind this?" Adam asked, still a little bewildered. you nodded into his pectoral. "mhm.. not at all. 's kinda attractive, actually."

fuuuuck, his heart stopped for a second.

"i'm sorry, you think this-" he paused to squish his belly. "you think this is attractive?" "uhm, yeah? Adam, you're soft. you're perfect for hugs and cuddles, not to mention size difference kinks." "what the fuck is a 'size difference' kink?!" "uh.. now that i think about it, you don't need to know." "well why don't you show me, hm?"

my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker, @ithofficial, @activesplooger, @dolly-lil-lambie

[riveroftales]

❦❦❦❦❦❦ 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐬 ❦❦❦❦❦❦

"𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗌"

ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“Quit moving so much.” You laughed softly, massaging the shampoo on Sanemi’s scalp.

“You think you can tell me what to do?” He scoffed back.

Sanemi returned home after being away for a mission for almost 3 weeks, and you couldn’t be happier. Being the loving person you were, you instantly drew him a hot bath and was in the process of pampering him.

“You promised me you’d be safe, yet you had the audacity to come back with new scars. I think that speaks for itself.”

Sanemi stayed quiet. He knew it was pointless arguing with you, making a small chuckle leave your lips.

“Is the water still warm?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s good.” You smiled. “Ah! Genya came by earlier.”

Sanemi visibly tensed slightly before he relaxed again under the water.

“He came to deliver a huge basket of ohagi. Poor kid could barely talk to me… I heard he gets really nervous around girls. He looks just like you, actually! His eyes are just a lil’ bigger and his hair’s longer and black, but you two are a splitting image! He said the ohagi was for you.”

“Did he?” The way Sanemi’s voice had dropped didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Love, he cares, you know?” You leaned closer, placing a small kiss on his shoulder, dipping both your hands in the water to wash the lather off. “He’s been trying for years…”

“‘M just pissed that brat joined the fucking corps… one wrong move, and he could die. That little shit-”

You gently slapped his mouth. “Swear jar.”

A smirk broke out on Sanemi’s perfect features, letting out a scoff.

“You little-”

You smiled before quickly breaking away, trying to make your great escape which failed. He was a hashira. His reflexes were a hundred times better than yours, so he managed to easily grab your wrist before you could get too far and he pulled you closer.

“Hey-!”

You stumbled slightly and fell in the tub as well, but you were still mostly dry since you landed in Sanemi’s arms on top.

“Well hello to you too, Princess.” He snickered playfully before giving you a quick peck.

“Sanemi!” You whined. “‘M all wet!”

“No you’re not.” He suddenly splashed water on you. “This is slightly.” Suddenly tightening his grip on you, he placed one of his hands on the back of your head before flipping you both over, completely drenching you. “Now you’re soaked~”

“You little-” Laughing, you tried to playfully fight him before Sanemi also laughed. He easily pinned both your wrists above your head with one of his hands before the other came up to gently stroke your cheek.

You didn’t bother trying to fight him. Only his favourite sounds — your laughs left your lips. His expression softened into a smile designed by the gods above only for you. His gaze alternated between your adorably perfect lips to your stunning eyes as he slowly leaned in, his lips coming to contact with yours.

“The wisteria trees you planted are pretty.” You smiled, leaning your head on Sanemi’s shoulder.

The moon was at its full glory, shining brightly above you. You two sat next to each other, both in your own nightwear but still sitting on the porch outside because when was the last time you two held hands under the moon light?

“Wanted to make sure you stayed safe when I wasn’t around.” He mumbled, his thumb stroking the back of your hand before he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing each and every one of your knuckles delicately.

Your gaze was so soft he couldn’t believe it. How did someone as harsh as him get a girl who held him every night like he was the most precious thing on earth?

Giving him a smile, you looked back up at the sky.

“Oh! Sanemi! A shooting star!” You excitedly tapped him. “Quickly! Make a wish!”

Sanemi smiled at your adorable childish behaviour, his gaze not leaving you. You tightly shut your eyes, silently making your wish for a few seconds before opening them again.

“Okay! Done!” You smiled. “I wished for you and corps to defeat Muzan and all the demons, while I nurse you back to health!”

“You would do that anyways, dumbass.” His hand ran through your wet hair, ruffling it slightly.

“Yeah, yeah! Whatever. Don’t ruin it for me!” You smacked him slightly with a laugh which only grew louder when he wrapped both his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “What did you wish for?”

He stayed silent for a bit. “A lifetime.”

“Hm?”

“A lifetime with Genya, where I get enough time to apologise to him and make up for all the times I neglected him… though I doubt that would be possible…”

He looked down to meet your gaze. “And a lifetime with you.”

“A lifetime where no demons exist anymore… I want to give you a life where you’re treated the way you deserve to be, where you never have to go bed hungry or worry financially. I… I want to give you a life where you can…” A small blush rose on his expression. “A life where our kids can look back at and smile at themselves that they had you as a mom, in a world without demons…”

“A world without demons which couldn’t have been achievable without their dad?” You mumbled quietly.

“A world where we don’t have to tell them anything about demons, or the demon slayer corps..”

You looked up at him with nothing but love in your eyes. “What if I love that part? What if I love the fact that my children’s father is a strong man who killed the demon lord?”

“That’d be one hell of a story. He’s still alive.”

Your hand met Sanemi’s chest in a playful slap.

“Hey! Your story is literally the same!”

“Because it’s only okay when I say it, Princess~” He smiled, tilting your head up.

“Meanie.”

“Pretty.”

He leaned down to give you a peck. “Gorgeous… the prettiest girl of My dreams. My one and only lovely girl..”

This time, he kissed you. No peck. His lips lovingly pressed against yours as he gently sucked on your bottom lip.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Sanemi could live with the life he currently had. He didn’t mind it at all. He had you. That was all that mattered.

[kckt88]

You Really Got Me.

Summary:

After being dragged to a club by his brother, Aemond meets the girl of his dreams.

Warning(s): Alcohol, Flirting, Banter, Kissing, Smut, Oral Sex M & F Recieving, Multiple Orgasms, P in V sex.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3384

A.N - Shout out to @zeciex for suggesting I write this!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

As the bass thumped through the club, Aemond Targaryen leaned back against the plush leather booth, a tumbler of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His older brother Aegon was at it again, prowling the dance floor in search of his next conquest, his laughter mingling with the music and the chatter of the crowd.

Aemond couldn't help but shake his head at Aegon's antics, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Some things never changed, no matter how old they got. But then, his attention was caught by a figure sitting at the bar.

She was captivating, with long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and a leather jacket over her dress only adding an edge to her ensemble.

Her fingers tapped against her thigh in time with the beat, a subtle rhythm that drew Aemond's gaze like a moth to flame and he found himself unable to look away.

As the music pulsed around them, Aemond felt a surge of courage wash over him. With a glance towards his brother, who was still lost in his pursuit, he made his decision. Setting down his drink, he straightened his jacket and approached the bar, a newfound determination in his step.

It had been a good few months since he’d last took a woman to his bed and tonight, he would take a chance, and see where the night would lead.

With a steady resolve, Aemond made his way through the pulsating crowd towards the bar where the captivating woman sat. As he approached, he couldn't help but admire the graceful way she moved to the music, her presence commanding attention.

Just as he was about to speak, fate intervened in the form of a misstep.

The woman turned at the wrong moment, her sudden movement catching Aemond off guard. Before he could react, their paths collided, and the contents of her drink went tumbling through the air, splashing across the front of his shirt.

"Whoa, I'm so sorry!" Aemond exclaimed, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady her as they both stumbled back from the collision.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, a look of mortification crossing her features as she took in the mess they had created. "Oh gods, I didn't see you there," she apologized, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"It's alright, really," Aemond reassured her, offering a warm smile despite the dampness seeping through his shirt. "Accidents happen."

Together, they shared a rueful laugh, the tension of the moment dissipating into shared amusement.

As they both cleaned up the mess, the woman offered a sheepish smile. "I'm Y.N," she introduced herself, her voice soft but carrying a hint of warmth.

"Aemond," he replied, offering his hand with a gentle shake. "Nice to meet you, Y.N, despite the unconventional start."

Y.N's smile widened, a glint of amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Likewise, Aemond. And I must say, you handle unexpected collisions quite well."

Aemond chuckled, a hint of colour rising to his cheeks. "Years of practice," he quipped, enjoying the easy banter that flowed between them.

Feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between them, Aemond gestured towards the bar. "Can I make it up to you by buying you another drink?" he offered, hoping to extend their conversation beyond the initial mishap.

Y.N's lips curved into a playful grin. "I suppose that would be fair compensation," she teased, a sparkle of mischief dancing in her eyes.

With a shared laugh, they made their way to the bar, the music and chatter of the club fading into the background as they continued to get to know each other.

As they settled into a more intimate corner of the club, Aemond and Y.N continued their conversation, their laughter blending seamlessly with the music.

"So, what brought you here tonight?" Aemond asked, genuinely curious about the woman sitting across from him.

Y.N's expression softened, a hint of wistfulness crossing her features. "Honestly, I was just about to leave," she confessed, her voice tinged with a touch of disappointment. "My friends bailed on me, and I didn't really fancy staying here alone."

Aemond's brows furrowed sympathetically, but a playful twinkle lit up his eye. "Well, I suppose luck was on my side then," he remarked with a charming smile. "Because you're not alone anymore."

Y.N's lips curled into a smile, touched by his sincerity. "I suppose you're right," she conceded, a warmth blossoming in her chest at his words.

As the night wore on and their conversation deepened, Aemond and Y.N found themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn't expected. With each shared laugh and exchanged glance, the spark of attraction between them ignited into a blazing flame.

Aemond leaned in closer, his voice low and husky as he teased Y.N with playful banter. "You know, I must say, you're quite the captivating presence," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his tone.

Y.N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and delight as she returned his gaze, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped, her smile playful yet inviting.

Their flirtatious exchange continued, a dance of words and glances that spoke volumes without the need for further explanation.

Aemond couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards Y.N, her wit and charm captivating him in ways he hadn't anticipated. And as he watched her laugh and playfully toss her hair, he knew that he wanted nothing more than to explore where this newfound attraction would lead.

For Y.N, the feeling was mutual, her heart racing with excitement as she found herself falling deeper under Aemond's spell. In his presence, she felt alive in a way she hadn't in a long time, her every nerve tingling with anticipation.

As the night progressed and the chemistry between them intensified, Y.N found herself drawn to the subtle intricacies of Aemond's appearance. With a gentle touch, she reached out to tuck a stray strand of his long, silver hair behind his ear, her fingertips lingering against his skin.

"You know," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "You have to be one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat at her words, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the sincerity in her gaze. He met her eyes, his own blue orbs reflecting a depth of emotion that words could scarcely capture.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of humility and gratitude. "That's-quite the compliment."

Y.N smiled, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of him. "I mean it," she insisted, her fingers trailing lightly along his jawline. "Your sharp features, the colour of your eye-it’s truly mesmerizing".

“-And the eyepatch and scar?” mused Aemond.

“Proves that you’re a survivor” replied Y.N smiling.

Y.N's gaze lingered on Aemond's profile, the soft glow of the club's lights casting gentle shadows across his features.

With a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, she couldn't help but voice her admiration.

"You know, Aemond, your side profile is absolutely incredible," she remarked, her voice hushed yet filled with genuine appreciation.

Aemond turned to face her, a faint blush tinting his cheeks at the unexpected compliment. "Really?" he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

Y.N nodded, her eyes tracing the elegant curve of his jawline and the noble slope of his nose. "Yes, really," she affirmed, her tone earnest. "There's something about the way the light catches your features-it's like you were sculpted by an artist."

Aemond's heart fluttered at her words, a warmth spreading through him at the sincerity in her gaze. In Y.N's eyes, he felt seen in a way that went beyond mere physical appearance, a recognition of the uniqueness that defined him.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with gratitude.

Aemond found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to Y.N. With a silent exchange of longing glances, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion between them.

In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Y.N's lips against his own, soft yet electrifying. Aemond's heart thundered in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way to Y.N's waist, pulling her closer to him.

Y.N responded eagerly, her arms winding around Aemond's neck as she melted into his embrace.

As their kiss finally broke, leaving them both breathless and flushed with desire, Aemond gazed into Y.N's eyes, a question lingering unspoken between them.

"Y.N," he began, his voice husky with emotion, "Would you like to-go back to my flat?"

Y.N's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet longing that mirrored his own.

With a surge of elation coursing through him, Aemond took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers as they made their way through the throng of people towards the exit.

As they reached the door, Aemond fumbled for his keys, his fingers trembling with anticipation. With a satisfying click, the door swung open, and they stumbled into the dimly lit interior, their bodies pressed together as their kisses grew deeper, more urgent.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I’m sure-“ replied Y.N as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him for another kiss, the tongues gently caressing one another.

Aemond’s hands then slipped her leather jacket off her shoulders and draped it over the back of a chair before he took her face in his hands and ran his tongue over her lips, eliciting a low moan from Y.N.

His long fingers sliding up the back of her neck and into her hair, his forehead resting against hers.

“So beautiful” whispered Aemond.

“I-I want to see you” muttered Y.N softly.

Aemond hesitated, he never took his eyepatch off around anyone except his mother, brothers, and sister.

But there was something about Y.N that instantly made him feel comfortable, so with a deep breath Aemond slipped his fingers under the strap of his eyepatch and pulled it from his head.

Y.N stood silent she stared at the scar the bisected his cheek, extending through his eyebrow. The sapphire that he’d placed in the eye socket, glinted in the moonlight.

“You are-so-beautiful” whispered Y.N as she leaned forward and placed a number of kisses along his scarred cheek and over the sapphire.

Aemond closed his eye in delight at the tender gesture, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“Hmmm” rasped Aemond as he ran his thumb over Y.N’s bottom lip, his eye going wide as she opened her mouth and nipped at his thumb before sucking it into her mouth.

Aemond could feel his eye roll into the back of head, fuck his cock was throbbing.

“Please-“ moaned Y.N

Aemond removed his thumb and quickly shed his jacket before throwing it on the sofa.

Wasting no time, he pulled Y.N to him, his lips once again claiming hers.

He put his arm around her waist and kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as she moaned into his mouth. His tongue pushing against hers.

Y.N ran her fingers across his lithe body. His muscles rippled under her fingertips.

She unbuttoned the white shirt he wore, placing feathery kisses on his sparsely haired chest as the shirt was removed.

Her fingers toying with the silver cross chain he wore.

Groaning against her creamy smooth skin, he kissed her neck, sucking on the delicate flesh as she leaned into him, enjoying his every touch.

Her dress felt heavy on her. She wanted to be rid of it. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. She reluctantly broke free of his embrace and turned her back to him moving her hair out of the way.

His fingers trembled as he grasped the zip to her dress and pulled it down, the sound echoed through the quiet apartment, and he pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

Using his long fingers, he freed her from the confinements of her dress, and it fell to join his shirt on the floor.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, which excited him to no end.

Goosebumps appeared where his fingers moved over her. Cupping her ample breasts from behind, Aemond pulled Y.N against his chest. Burying himself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin whilst his fingers massaged the soft mounds and played with her hardened nipples.

Aemond turned her to face him. Kissing her again, he trailed kisses down her body and took a rosy nipple in his mouth. Sucking on the aroused bud, he bit down lightly, earning a low moan from deep within her.

He continued his actions on the other breast and kissed past her stomach until he knelt before her. Her fingers in his hair tightened as he ran the tips of his fingers from her stomach down to her core.

Slowly he hooked his thumbs on the sides of her knickers and pulled them down.

 Fuck she was dripping, and it was all for him. He could not wait to taste her. Somehow, he knew she would taste delicious.

Y.N delicately stepped out of the lacy material, and Aemond's long fingers grasped her buttocks. His fingers dug into her delicate flesh.

He felt her lean in eagerly. Gently he swiped his tongue across her hairless pussy, instant gratification as her fingers tightened their hold on his head, and a low moan left her lips.

Aemond smirked. Using his tongue, he gained access to her wet, pink folds. She tasted fucking amazing. Aemond enthusiastically ran his tongue along her slit, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit.

Y.N effortlessly placed a leg on his shoulder, spreading her thighs for better access. Oh, how he welcomed it.

Her clit was a swollen mass of pleasure waiting to explode. He pressed his tongue hard on it and sucked on her pulsating womanhood. Again and again, he felt her squirm. He felt her heat, she was so close.

Y.N felt the flow of heat accumulate behind her navel as she hovered on the cusp of orgasm. She let out a loud moan as she intricately spun a bundle of nerves that exploded within her.

"Fuck!" Y.N cried and buckled under the weight of her release.

Wave upon wave of unbridled passion unleashed within her as an earth-shattering orgasm tore throughout her body. Her slick juices dripped down his lips and chin. He didn't stop until she was utterly spent.

Pushing his tongue further in, he fucked her with his tongue till her orgasm ceased.

"Aemond," whimpered Y.N as she began to wobble.

Smirking, Aemond rose to his feet and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Y.N regained her composure and keenly clung to him, returning his kisses while undoing the button of his trousers.

Not skipping a single step as she directed him backwards towards the sofa.

Kissing him full on the mouth, her fingers stroked his body, not missing an inch of flesh.

She marvelled at the feel of his body. It was so lithe and fit. Trailing kisses past his stomach, she came face to face with his sizeable bulge.

Biting down on her lip, kneeling between his legs she pulled his trousers and boxers down his shapely legs and threw them next to her.

Even in the dim light, Aemond could see she was impressed. His rock-hard shaft stood up, eagerly awaiting its reward.

Y.N bent her head and licked a line from his balls to his pulsating head.

Aemond groaned aloud as she clasped her fingers around his girth and moved her hand up and down the hard shaft. Y.N enjoyed his slow torture. She smirked and licked the underside of his cock.

"Y.N-" whimpered Aemond.

His eye closed, and he felt her tongue at his head, licking the pre-cum that oozed out.

Without warning, she took him in whole, deep-throating his length. Aemond knew he would not last, he could not hold back any longer, but gods he did not want her to stop.

She was sucking on him, her lips tightening around his cock as she built a beautiful pace.

"NO!" groaned Aemond and Y.N withdrew.

She barely had time to react. Before he grabbed her around the waist and moved her on top.

“I-have condoms-somewhere” mumbled Aemond.

“I’m on the pill and clean-“ exclaimed Y.N her eyes going wide as Aemond lined up his cock with her entrance and sheathed himself inside her with one hard thrust.

Y.N moaned as Aemond withdrew and entered into her repeatedly.

Faster and faster. Harder and deeper, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

"Please don't stop," cried out Y.N

"I have no intention of stopping" growled Aemond, his feet planted firmly on the floor to allow him to increase the intensity of his thrusts.

A satisfied smile spread across his face as he quickened and angled his movements, so his cock rubbed on that special place inside her.

Aemond was mesmerized by the sight of Y.N’s breasts bouncing in front of him and unbale to resist any longer he surged forward, his mouth wrapping around one rosy bud.

His teeth and tongue teasing the stiffened peak.

“Gods-yes Aemond” shrieked Y.N as she bounced on his cock, her hands coiled in is long silver hair.

“That’s it baby-take it-take all of me” growled Aemond leaning back as he moved Y.N’s hips in time with his thrusts.

“Oh gods-” wailed Y.N.

“That’s it-FUCK Y.N” groaned Aemond as he took hold of her and quickly manoeuvred her onto her back, his cock never leaving the warm wetness of her as he began to pound into her, the sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing around his apartment.

“P-Please Aemond. Don’t stop. Don’t stop-“ whimpered Y.N.

“Come for me baby-come for me” growled Aemond as he felt her clenching around him.

“AEMOND” screamed Y.N as she exploded, her nails digging into his back.

Aemond held back for as long as he could, but his release was upon him.

Surrounded by her wetness, he closed his eye.

With a final hard thrust, he spilled rope after rope of his seed.

He muffled his groans into her mouth as she hung onto him, kissing him fervently.

Only once she milked him dry did he collapse on top of her. She held him close to her body, whispering words of comfort and satisfaction while running her fingers down his back.

The sweat on his back stung against the scraps her nails made.

As they lay entwined on the sofa, their bodies bare and glistening with the remnants of their shared passion, Aemond and Y.N savoured the quiet intimacy of the moment. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle halo around their entangled forms.

Aemond's fingers traced lazy patterns across Y.N's skin, his touch tender and reverent as he explored the contours of her body.

With a contented sigh, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together.

In the stillness of the night, a silent thanks drifted through Aemond's mind, directed towards Aegon, who had unwittingly led him to the club where he had found Y.N.

Aemond couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't want this to be just another fleeting encounter. With Y.N nestled against him, her warmth radiating against his skin, he felt a longing stir within him—a desire to see her again, to explore the depths of their connection beyond the confines of this single night.

Gathering his courage, Aemond brushed a stray lock of hair from Y.N's face, his voice soft yet resolute. "Y.N," he began, his heart pounding in his chest, "I don't want this to end here. Would you-would you like to go on a date with me?"

Y.N's eyes lit up with delight, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she looked up at him with a sparkle of excitement. "Yes," she replied, her voice brimming with warmth and affection. "I would love to."

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seventeen as wave to earth songs

FEATURING. seventeen (ot13) GENRE. headcanons WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1.3k

notes: i thought n wrote this within the hours of 3-4 am because my brain couldn’t fight the urge even tho no one asked for this lmao ;; im blaming this seungkwan edit on tiktok that conspired me to do this. a lot of ppl have prob done this but this is my take (some of them were HARD) :') honestly any of these can be switched around

choi seungcheol as calla

the first word i associated with this song is "devotion", and my mind immediately thought of cheol. he is the definition of loyalty and puts in his all when it comes to love and towards whoever his calla will be. he has the power of reassurance and hope, and this can also be interpreted vice versa will cheol being the "calla" of the relationship--the one who may be withering away inside, so he needs that other half to supply him with the rain that he needs to grow

"But Calla, you can always grow back, oh If you don't have enough sunlight I'll blow the clouds away, Calla Bloom yourself until the end"

yoon jeonghan as daisy.

jeonghan as daisy just MAKES SENSE?? he is the splash of colour within a simplistic life, a constant source of happiness even in the most mundane situations. i just love the vibrant feels of this song and it makes me imagine a scenario of running down the beach holding hands with him. seeing his presence just never fails to brighten up my day up, and its just a very comforting song in general which reminds me sm of him

"Oh, daisy, it's my happiness to run into you Life always goes on and on But, I'll live with you forever So, be my daisy"

joshua hong as bad

the instrumentals of the song gives me joshua vibes. and just like the lyrics, how can the sight of joshua's smile/just him in general not make your day even better? for some reason i also had an imagination of him serenading someone with this song plsss, it would be so swoonworthy to hear that. its such a romantic song abt finding joy and happiness in your loved one, and i think joshua has a lot of love inside of him

"How could my day be bad when I'm with you? You're the only one who makes me laugh So how can my day be bad? It's a day for you"

wen junhui as light

the constant mention of the moon and the sky just gives me jun energy. i don't know if the word quirky is the right word to call this song (probably not, now that i think abt it, maybe more calm) but its a word i would definitely describe jun with. he's always a person who tries his best to shine as much as he could and he's just someone you can rely on yk

"You are my sea, you are my sunshine The star, the moon"

kwon soonyoung as pink

this song is just very... freeing and nostalgic? and it reminds of me soonyoung where everything just feel so liberating and free when it comes to being with him. his spirit just seems to rid of any worries just so easily, and it kind of reminds me of the sunset, where the colour pink is shown, and just like the song says- it's such a beautiful colour just like him

"During the sunset The pink light is clear It drew you, the beautiful you Your image" (translation may not be accurate because it's in full korean)

jeon wonwoo as seasons

someone had to be seasons and it was such a hard choice of who to give this song to but ultimately, i picked wonwoo. this song is just so bittersweet and melancholic. it holds so many heartfelt emotions inside of it but also so many unhappy emotions as well. it displays vulnerability and how that kind of feeling can feel burdensome to those around you and overall, i feel like he is the more perfect choice for this song tbh

"Oh my life is fallin' apart Maybe no one will notice if I disappear But I'll pray for you all the time If I could be by your side I'll give you all my life, my seasons"

lee jihoon as wave

i absolutely adore the instrumentals of this song sm. it's about embracing the unknown with someone special and i feel like the kinda fits with jihoon very well. i just love the symbolism of waves and stars in the song and how it symbolises this desire to adventure and traverse thru the unknown. i also think jihoon is very introspective n knowing that nothing lasts forever, but with the wave being mentioned that will last forever just,, perfectly contrasts with that? this was a bit hard to explain asljkdlas n made more sense in my head

"When you spoke to me, The words are like a floating star Now I'm next to you The waves will take us far away"

xu minghao as ride

the lyrics of the song is basically describing someone else being your safe space, and i definitely think minghao is that. he is the type of person whose presence is an easy source of comfort to whatever sort of emotional baggage one may hold. he's simply just the definition of the word comfort and to me, is what this song gives

"I'm on a ride Ride You are my city Everything"

kim mingyu as peach eyes

mingyu is just the type of person whose eyes seem to hold SO MUCH love or appear so lovestruck? or just him in general tbh--he just seems to hold so much love and is willing to dump that all for the person he adores w all his life. like eyes can carry so much within them istg. this song is also more on the cheery and upbeat side and i definitely think that resonates w the type of person that he is

"Peach eyes and blue skies It's on the moonlight, how many songs I write You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely On you, peach eyes?"

lee seokmin as sunny days

the sun = seokmin hello?? i love the description of nature in this song and it reminds me of walking in the park on a sunny afternoon with him and it's just so perfect, like how everything is just so insignificant without the presence of the other person aka him. it's a golden type of love where it doesn't waver even as time goes by, and i can definitely see that with seokmin

"You are my golden age Evеrything shines so bright That my eyes go blind Our youth never ages here"

boo seungkwan as love.

this is my favourite wave to earth song btw. it may just be me being very biased but listening to the song while thinking of him just FITS him? the song is literally abt the strength of love thru hardships, being someone with a fragile heart, and reminds me of those types of hugs where it just feels... right? like everything is simply okay? the song makes me ascend each time i listen to it on full blast, and boo never fails to make me ascend with not just his voice, but his care and the amount of love he carries in himself, his strength, just HIM

"My little heart too Like small waves in it Broken and pushed back Melting into you Only then can I see my eternity" (translation may not be accurate because it's in full korean)

vernon chwe as so real

the instrumentals in this song esp at the end are so superior btw. other than that, despite the calm vibes this song emits just like vernon, it's also a song about feeling stuck, about being lost in your emotions. not that i'm assuming vernon is feeling this way, but in general, it reminds me of that feeling being alone in your own world which i think suits him with this song more than others

"I can't explain Where I'm buried now An empty vein You'll never understand"

lee chan as surf.

this song has such an uplifting and upbeat vibe and it's about enjoying the time that you have, even though it's temporary, and living in the moment spending time with yourself and also those that you love as well. the lyrics make me smile so much, and i definitely think chan fits the song very well because i def think he has this power to charge others (like his members) with energy just by being himself

"Dance my babe, dance my friends We don't have much time to enjoy Just sing it my babe Bigger than you ever did We don't have much time to enjoy Our time will be gone someday But I'm okay Life is like surfin' anyway"

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[bobbybutterfly]

Oh my goodness! This took me almost 7 hours. I ended up having to re work the perspective. At one point he looked like he was going to fall off the building! I’m satisfied though. Just don’t think about the anatomy much. I’m putting more effort into my composition and colours. I mainly do it by stealing, I mean studying, composition and poses from League of Legends splash art I find on Pinterest

I watched Arcane and my brother played it when I was small all the time. A. K. A. I don’t know much about the video game other than the art (look my relationship to modern digital illustrations is complicated because my art teachers really hate it and I can see why) implements certain art techniques quite well. That was a long sentence! Anyway back to my painting? Drawing of Mulmangcho?

The improving in composition and colour go hand in hand. Different colours got different values. Meaning that if you switch the image to black and white certain colours are going to be darker or lighter. Your job as an artist is to make the piece be readable even if it was switched to black and white. With readability helps out composition! Composition is placing objects and colours in a certain way to guide your eye through the image.

As you can see the image still looks good in black and white. I made the parts I wanted the viewer to focus on the lightest. Like mainly the face, the gun and sort of the rest of the figure. I made the background darker so the lighter parts would stand out even more.

Now this is a piece I done a day or two ago. Um. Ignore the shadow not making much sense. I drew it like that so it goes in the same direction as the hand. I still did the thing of making the parts that are in the front the lightest. But the contrast isn’t… contrasting that much.

Here I added some screen tone. Much better no?

Hope you didn’t mind my monologue about art. I wanted to show off a bit to non artists just how much goes into making art. And trust me. There’s way more you got to keep in mind when doing an art work. If you get a lot of practice in, or just have talent (most people have a mix of both) it comes naturally to you. Kind of how you don’t need to think about how to take a step when walking.

If you’re an artist and I peaked your interest in art fundamentals I would recommend the YouTube channels Sinix Design and Proko. Bet ya they will explain everything far better than I can. Lastly it helps me out to recap what I’m doing. It gets stored in the head better. I never would have realised, just how much I know about the anatomy of an ear, if I didn’t explain it to a kid in a language I’m slowly forgetting all my vocabulary for. Sorry Slovak teachers, you tried your best.

Originally I wanted to talk about how I’m rewatching Squirrel and Hedgehog. It’s far better on a rewatch. The plot is very complicated. I still feel like I have to open up a word document and take notes. But at least I have an idea what is going on. I think I will talk about that more in another post.

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Doodle Boy (Blue Lock)

AND BOOM! We've got ourselves some good ol' Bachisagi! :D I was talking to a dear friend of mine (you know who you are :D) and the next thing I knew- here we are! It's not exactly how we discussed it (honestly it's been so long since we really talked about it I forgot what the original idea was) but I'm proud of it and I think you're gonna like it too!

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Summary: Bachira has a knack for drawing and doodles away in his notebook. For all his talent in drawing the people around him however- he can never quite capture his boyfriend.

Bachira grew up surrounded by paint.

The smell of acrylics. The faded stains on his mom’s fingers and clothes when she finished up for the day. The endless paintings of monsters and fields alike she created in her studio. Growing up, he loved sitting by as his mom worked, leaning on his soccer ball with wide eyed wonder.

“You know, Meguru. I have extra supplies- why don’t you join me?” She invited him once, warmth in her smile and green splashed across her cheek.

“Really? I can?” He was on his feet in seconds, running over to her as she pulled down an old sketchbook and pencils, all varying shades of the rainbow.

“Of course you can, baby. Come on- let’s draw some pictures.”

~~~

The pack of gel pens seemed to call to him when he looked- glittering in the fluorescent lights of the drug store.

“Hm? What is it?” Rin blinked, raising a brow when Bachira seemed frozen to the spot. “Do you want them?”

“What? Oh- Oh no. Nah, I just…” He looked at them again, brows furrowed. “I don’t…”

“...” Rin looked at him, then at the pens. Then- with a sigh, he walked over, picking up the pack and a pad of paper sitting below. “If you can’t afford them, I’ll pay.”

“Huh? Oh no- I can-”

“And if you can, I’m still paying. You want them, even if you're too stubborn to admit it.” Without looking back, Rin carried on his shopping, grabbing a bag of chips on the way to the cash register.

Bachira stared after him, eyes feeling strangely wet. Then he smiled, shaking his head and following. “I’m gonna draw you extra pwetty, RinRin~”

“Call me that again and I’m keeping the pens.”

~~~

Bachira tapped an ocean blue pen against his cheek, tongue poking out as he looked down at the paper. Isagi looked back at him.

Well- doodled Isagi. He didn’t quite capture the other boy right- the hair looked smooth and glossy, and his features were all in the right places. There was just something so…lifeless about it. The face was there, but there wasn’t any soul behind it.

Surrounding this particular doodle were others- poses of his fellow and former teammates alike. Chigiri, a human lightning bolt, streaks of pink flying behind him as he dashed across the page. Kunigami, standing tall on the Blue Lock building, a cape fluttering behind him as he struck a superman pose. He even drew Nagi, curled up in a gray futon with purple checkered print.

Aryu striking one of his magnificent poses. Tokimitsu’s nervous but kind expression. Rin melting into water. They all came so easily to Bachira, like he could pluck the image of them out of his mind and smooth them on the page.

And yet…

The door slid open. Bachira shoved the notebook beneath the pillow just as Isagi walked in, a towel around his neck. “Man, if there’s one thing I like here, it’s the baths! I feel so…refreshed.” He spoke between a yawn, cracking one of those impossibly blue eyes open to watch Bachira. “You good? You look like a deer in headlights.”

“Isagi~” Bachira schooled his features into a relaxed expression, grinning as he rolled onto his back, securing his notebook beneath the pillow. “Come cuddle with me.”

~~~

Isagi wasn’t one to pry. If he noticed Bachira’s sudden shyness around his notebook, he didn’t say. None of the team seemed to, if the dribbler were being honest. He’d get a few curious looks his way as he scribbled, but no one formally asked what he was working on or for a peek. It was something Bachira appreciated and grew bummed by. There were other pages he was willing to show, just…not these.

Another Isagi. Another frustrating attempt. He just looked so wrong! Every sketch had something amiss; his eyes were dull in this one, his nose was shaped weird in that, his smile was missing that versatility in it all around. It was just…off!

“Bachira, we’re heading out to dinner-” Isagi poked his head in just as Bachira nearly tore the paper out. “Whoa, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh!” Panicked, Bachira tried to shove the notebook away, but it was too late. Isagi was already across the room, resting his hands gently over Bachira’s.

“Dude, relax. I’m sure what you drew isn’t-” Isagi looked down and- paused. Staring. Bachira felt his heart rate accelerate as Isagi took in the slightly crumpled paper, eyes following every line and shape and block of color. His face was unreadable, further worsening Bachira’s anxiety.

“I-Isagi…”

“Bachira…these are incredible!” Isagi looked up, eyes shining as he grinned. “I didn’t know you could draw so well!” He looked back down, smoothing out the paper as he took in the doodled version of himself. “Dude- I look so cool! That..sounded kinda vain, huh?” He flipped the page, blinking when he found more of his face. “Oh wow…”

“D-Don’t look at those!” Bachira tossed himself over Isagi’s lap, hiding the notebook under him as his face burned. “They’re all wrong! Every single one!”

“Wrong? What’s wrong with them- I think they’re great.” His boyfriend poked lightly at his back, trying to peek around him. “And I’m not just saying that cause it’s my face.”

Bachira made a soft noise of distress, burying his face in Isagi’s thigh. Isagi frowned, noting the mood. “Bachira? Are you okay? Oh jeez, was this one of those private notebooks? If so, I'm sorry for prying-”

“No, it’s not…it’s not that.” Bachira sounded muffled, but Isagi could make out his words when he leaned down. “They’re terrible, all of them! I can’t draw you!”

“...I mean, I only got a glance but, Bachira, they look good.” Isagi offered gently, playing with the strands of hair along Bachira’s neck. “I don’t understand- how are they terrible?”

“They don’t look right! None of them really look like you!” The strokes seemed to calm him down some, but Bachira still sounded so…sad. “I didn’t want you to see them until I had you down pat, but…I don’t know why- you’re just too perfect!”

“Pfft!” He hadn’t meant to laugh, but Isagi found himself snorting at the word choice. Bachira gave him a mild pout as his boyfriend pressed his free hand over his mouth. “Sorry- sorry; I’m just not used to hearing someone call me that.” He dropped his hand, smile remaining. “But seriously- you don’t need to draw me perfect. The fact you drew me at all is such an honor! It’s perfect as is.”

Bachira didn’t look convinced, turning away and keeping his pout. Isagi reached up, gently poking his shoulder blade. “Bachira.”

“No.” Bachira huffed, pouting more even when he squirmed. “I don’t want it.”

“Do you really mean that?” When Bachira didn’t respond, Isagi poked him again, making him squirm more. “If you don’t want this, roll out of my lap.”

He paused, waiting. Bachira didn’t move.

“Figured.” He teased, switching to gentle clawing, running his hand across Bachira’s shoulder blades. The dribbler twitched in response, starting to smile despite himself. “You love it when I tickle you. Now- I’m not gonna stop until you let me see that notebook of yours!”

“Noohohohohoo! It’s ehehhembaahhaharassing!” Bachira whined, kicking his feet as Isagi carried on his tickly touch. “Iihihiihihiisahahahahgi!”

“Don’t try to lie- I watch you, you know? I see how pouty you get whenever none of us ask about your drawings! You want to show me!” Isagi pressed in, earning a proper bout of laughter from the smaller boy. “You want to show everyone your work!”

“Ahehahhahhaha! Dooohohohohn’t saahhahahy it ohohoohohutloohohohohud!” Despite his protests, he felt his heart do a little skip knowing Isagi was watching him. He tried fighting back, poking at the brunette’s ribs with quick fingers. “Thahahhake thahahaht!”

“AH!” Isagi yelped, nearly falling over. “Oh you’re slick! Come here!” He wrestled him on the bed, tossing the notebook out of the danger zone as he dug a hand into Bachira’s armpit, earning a squeal. “You’re really gonna get it now!”

“EHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHESAGIHIHIHIHIIHII!” Bachira howled, flailing on the bed beneath his boyfriend. Isagi just HAD to go for the spot right along the back of his pits, tickling both them and his dreadful shoulder blades at once! He’s too knowledgeable- Bachira unintentionally awakened a monster. “PLEAHHAHAHHASE IT TIHIIHIHIHCKLES!”

“That’s the point, buddy.” Isagi cooed, leaning in and pressing a loud smooch into Bachira’s cheek. “You gonna keep shitting on your amazing art or am I gonna have to destroy you?”

“AHEHAHAHHAHA! DOOHOOHN’T THRHEHHAHAHTHEN MEHHEHE WITH A GOOHOHOHOD TIME!” Bachira squeaked out, making Isagi guffaw. It wasn’t long before they were both laughing, side by side in the messy bed as they gasped for air between giggle fits. “Yohoohu’re toohoohohoo good at that!” Bachira fake whined, pinching his boyfriend’s side.

“Ehe! I learned from the best.” Isagi smiled at him, eyes soft and warm and god he looked so kissable right now-

“Mmph!” Isagi made a noise of surprise when Bachira leaned in, capturing his lips with his own. It didn’t take long before Isagi returned the favor, melting against him. “What was that for?” He asked when they eventually broke apart.

“Felt like it.” Bachira grinned before his smile dampened, a shadow passing over his eyes. “Do you…really mean it?”

“About? Oh.” Isagi blinked, shaking out of his brain fog. “About your art? Absolutely!” Reaching back, he pulled the notebook over, handing it to Bachira with a patient smile. “You don’t have to show me now- but I do think your work is amazing. There’s so much…you in it, you know? Like- just that one piece alone- that’s what the artsy folks call it right? A piece? Anyway- looking at it, I could feel you in it- like you were using your soul as ink. I know it’s me- but I felt like we were one in that moment.” He smiled a bit awkwardly, scratching his cheek. “That sounded really pretentious now, didn’t it?”

Bachira couldn’t speak. He couldn’t find his voice. His vision suddenly grew very blurry.

“Bachira? Oh my god- I’m so sorry! I meant it in a good way! Please, don’t cry.” Isagi sounded panicked, reaching out and wiping the tears falling down his boyfriend’s face with his thumb. “I’m sorry.”

“N-No, no it’s not-” Bachira sniffed, smiling through the tears. “I’m so happy…I’m just-really, really happy right now.” Isagi’s face relaxed, and he leaned in to kiss Bachira’s wet cheeks. “That means more than you know, Isagi. Thank you.”

Isagi smiled, cheeks warming with pride. He leaned in to kiss him properly before starting to sit up. “We should get dinner before they close the cafeteria. Care to join me?”

Bachira laughed, sitting up and putting his notebook back in its usual place. “I’d love to.” He took Isagi’s outstretched hand, letting himself be pulled up and escorted, hand in hand. “And I love you, Yoichi.”

The other looked back at him, eyes dancing. His smile nearly split his face from how happy he looked. It never failed to take Bachira’s breath away. “I love you too, Meguru.”

Later that night, Bachira finally drew his perfect Isagi- smiling the way he did in that moment.

Thanks for reading!

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weekly update

Hi, hello there! We hope you've all had an amazing Sunday, and we hope that it, and the rest of your week, is happy, healthy, and full of only good things 😊

The updates for this week can be found underneath the cut!

— Database

From now on, we will only be listing the first 10 objects of a set on update posts, in an effort to increase readability. All objects in a set will still be shown in the accompanying images 👌

— Base Game

Chaise Magnifique, Fine Bowl of Fruit, Night-Blooming Cereus, Table Magnifique conversions + add-ons by @nonsensical-pixels have been added.

BlandCo Contemporary End Table, BlandCo Contemporary Crib, BlandCo Contemporary Toddler Bed, My First Library, BlandCo Baby Wipes, Baby Care Clutter, Important Things for Your Baby, Newborn Gift Basket, Stack of BlandCo Diapers, “Deal with it Later” Box, and more conversions by @thimblesims have been added.

Baby Genius Mobile, Coolala the Defender Wall Light, Cute Critter Light, String of Stars Light, Lightbox Wall Fixture, Me, Oh, Me, Oh, Me Vanity Lighting, The Littlest Big Bed, Who's That Baby? Baby Mirror, and Caress Chair conversions by @jinxxsims have been added.

Wicker Work Bassinet conversion by @kayleigh-83 has been added.

— Expansion Packs

City Living

Oops, our bad! The Super Shot Wall Hoop and the Basketball Court were listed as being converted by the ever-so-charming @balkopat, but they didn't do them! The page has been corrected.

Cats & Dogs

Suspended Runway conversion by @jinxxsims has been added.

Snowy Escape

Awkward Conversations No More! Door, Awkward Conversations No More! Door - Large, Big Mountain Sliding Door, Mountain Sun Door by Door Picker and Co., Ssh! Shoji Sliding Double Door, Streamlined Sliding Door, Ssh! Shoji Archway, Double Sunrise Window, FoReal No'Leans Window, The Half & Half Window, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Cottage Living

5 Point Ivy Specimen, 7 Point Ivy Specimen, 7 Point Ivy Specimen but Smaller, A Sign from Gob, Agatha’s Series of Misfortunate Events Lamppost, All Good Days Daisy Box, An Ode to Chickens - the Topiary, Are You Well, Well?, Basket of Cosies, Bonus Bunny - by Sims Modelers Inc. and more conversions by @tony-veis have been added.

Growing Together

BlandCo Contemporary Changing Station conversion by @thimblesims has been added.

Shelf Full of Comfort, "Look What I Drew!" Kids Display, All-A Board Game Set, Piece-ful Puzzle Set, BBF Super-Duper Friendship Kit, Cast Away Teddy! Kid's Sculpture, Crafty Kiddo's Mess, Horsing Around (With Crafts!), Life's A Hoot, Splash Pad Whalebert, and more conversions by @jinxxsims have been added.

All wall and floor conversions by @deatherella have been added.

The Slatted Perch - Loveseat Edition, The Slatted Perch - Picnic Edition, and Baby Bliss Bassinet conversions by @kayleigh-83 have been added.

Splash Pad Flower Fun Sculpture, Splash Pad Shady Leaf Sculpture, Splash Pad Emitter - Ball/Basic/Mushroom, Splash Pad Whalebert, and Splash Pad - Small/Medium/Large conversions by @lafeeverte-sims have been added.

— Game Packs

Spa Day

Brushed Metal Square Wall Light conversion by @jinxxsims has been added.

Dine Out

Polished Metal Wall Lamp, Boxed In, and Rounded Luminosity conversions by @jinxxsims have been added.

Realm of Magic

Crystal Garden Hearth conversion by Ladysimplayer8 has been added.

[mementomoriartblog]

I love your art style so much and all the extra details you add to the characters are so cute! Like Raph and Cassandra’s scars and how Mickey has a more pronounced beak! I really like how you drew Mickey with a bit bonier body shape and the drawing you made of him with Casey when he is much older is just so bitter sweet! And I love all the adorable bandaids you put on Leo and Raph their so cute! Raph’s expressions when interacting with baby Casey are so precious and I love the designs you have to Raph and Cassandra. Cassandra’s out fit really give me roller derby vibes which I feel like she would get banned from participating in because she’d be too violent. Also having most of the drawings be in black and white with just some splash of colors here and their really makes everything stand out so much more, it looks awesome! Also I love, love, love April’s outfit and how you designed her top to look similar to the boys plastron and how allot of pieces of her outfit seem to be inspired by the boys like her knee pads and goggles and of course her very own mask. Iv never seen anyone do that before and I love it! Mickeys interactions with baby Casey are so sweet and precious, he finally gets to know what it’s like to have a younger sibling/nephew! Mickey using his mystic powers to entertain Casey is such a cute concept. Oh, I just noticed you did the same thing for Cassandra, giving her top a similar design to Aprils but in black so it fits her aesthetic more that’s so cool! Also the extra cracks along Raphs shell and broken off spikes are so cool, along with the scars on his tail! Also I love being able to see the line-art in your finished drawings, it’s just a really cool detail that I love to see in peoples art.

(Sorry that this is sort of an incoherent ramble, I just kept looking through your art and noticing more and more details. Anyways I hope you have a great day and thank you for sharing your awesome art! 💜)

I have tried finding reaction images to react to this with bc I don't have words, thank you ain't enough, this is so sweet and was so fun to read and I just

Yeah Cassandra and April get plastron armor, Casey does too but his is a different design since he's just a kid. I like to headcanon the plastron armor was army wide! It's Donnie's personal design, so the battle armor is definitely sturdy

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II Drabble for @vxctorx

Boyish, blue orbs waltzed a delicate balance of hasty yet purposeful glances upon the roughened facade of his sketchpad's parchment, now etched with meticulously drawn ribbons and curves of ebony and ashen shades, and the golden image of his love's reclined figure. The honeyed tones of tender sunbeams and the sea's untamed locks rapping upon the distant shore perfectly accompanied such a waltz. "Just continue lyin' just like tha'... Aye, tha's righ'. Just keep tha' hand of yer's framed close to yer' face. I promise I'm almost done, just a few more touches, is all." Oh, how Vic was born to be an artist's muse (not that Richard counted himself as much of the former). The auric bends of his muscles, tied together with his princely crown of tawny curls that Richard had raked with wandering fingers a hundred times over; and not to mention the captivating splash of teal concealed in such a handsome gaze. The sort of gaze that Richard would recognize out of a crowd of thousands. The sort of gaze he would recognize in the depths of darkness. Such godly traits would be enough to make Apollo blush. "Have I e'er told ye' tha' I always wanted to go to art school. Ended up becomin' a fanciful dream, I suppose," he tut, as poised fingers weaved the sketcher's charcoal upon the final flourishes.

He could feel the round of his heart cuff against the walls of his chest. A misplaced pulse trapped against his throat now, which he silently tried to swallow back. "Y'know, I realized I've collected way too many fanciful dreams, and endorsed certain realities mainly 'cause I was expected to do so or... maybe even 'cause I was too much of a coward to figh' for wha' migh' actually make me happy." He paused. ".... It's time to put an end to tha'...." Since the weeks leading up to their seaside holiday, Richard had been wrestling with this notion, which eventually bloomed into something of a confession in his busied mind. One ripe enough that the plump of its cheek would break off from its stem on its own accord and tumble against entwined roots. Richard lowered the barrier of his sketching pad, his blue eyes-- now brimming with the excitement of hope, the fear of refusal, and, mostly, the amount of overpowering love and affection he held for this man before him. His love. His future. His everything. Placing his materials down, he drew forward before taking a seat beside his beloved; his warm hand, now lightly freckled with echoes of their previous, sunsoaked days, clasping Vic's. "Before I say wha' I've been wantin' to ask ye', I need to tell ye' tha' I got a job in London... Or, at least I applied for one, but rumour is tha' the position's as good as mine. Aye, it's not anythin' fancy like bein' a lawyer or bein' a gen'leman but it's a start; and, more importantly, it's certainly enough to buy a wee flat, and food, and clothes, and a new life. Our new life!" Our new life. Ours. Oh, how that word tasted all the more sweet now that he was saying it aloud.

His eyes crinkled into a fervid smile, as his adoring gaze remained transfixed in earnest upon Vic, as if he were the North Star amidst a night as black as tar. "Come away with me, Vic. Aye, I know, it's sudden and I don't have a ring I can offer ye' righ' now, but I'll work hard. Hell, I'll even put in two shifts. Three, if it means makin' sure ye' ne'er want for more." Fingers folded a little tighter round Vic's hand now. Youthful optimism radiated with every word the Scotsman spoke, placing what sliver of doubt he once held upon the backcloth of his mind's eye. "Just imagine, a new life away from Sco'land. A life in London! Ye' can be whoever ye' want to be and work in wha'ever job makes ye' happy, and, in time, we may just have enough to purchase Our own plot of wood. For our cottage," he cooed, Their evergreen dream never having strayed away from such ingenue beliefs. "Look, ye' don't have to answer me righ' away if ye' donnae' want to. I know wha' I'm askin' is no small feat. I just-... No ma'er how many times I played it out in my mind my life in London, my happiness, wouldn't be complete without ye'.-- To put it bluntly, I'm ready to finally be brave if ye' are too." Gentle lips kissed the gilded hills of the gentleman's knuckles. "Come with me..." Richard whispered against the other's skin, the taste of sun and brine still stained upon His skin. ".... Come with me...."

[glitch-pep]

Charlie splash art wip... that I am oh so normal about + a rant that I'm going to spare you off in the finished art post-

Random fun fact about me but ever since I've seen Danganronpa splash art I've kind of been obsessed with them.

It's just the fact that you can display a characters personality and skill simply throughout a very cool looking floaty pose followed by a dark streak that makes the whole thing look fancy. You can add objects around the character to add even more subtle info.

The pose, the expression, the style you choose to draw it in, the characters design overall... all of those can tell you something. And I just love looking at them. Zooming into the image, studying all of the details that the artist thought of... the way they shaded and colored it.

I think it's a very pretty way to display a character. While I was drawing Charlie I just felt like a mother making her child look all nice for picture day at school.

I'm not even necessarily making it for a "Charlie but in Danganronpa" scenario or anything. I just really wanted to finally try it myself for the fun of it. And, honestly, it was a lot of fun!

The only teeny tiny issue was that her body is pretty tiny so doing a more crazy pose is basically not possible- Mostly because I wanted all of her features to be clearly visible.

And yeah if you pay attention you can tell that I'm reusing the jewelry I drew in her intro post-

I don't feel like coming up with new jewelry ok... ;-;

I'll come up with new random jewelry/other valuable shiny stuff whenever I'll need it for the next time-

Also her design overall changed a bit overtime. It's mostly subtle details but I do think that changing some stuff helped a lot.

That's it. :> ❤️

[asmallmoon333]

Oh my god this is gorgeous. I've been staring at every one of them and they're just so good. Thank you so much!!! 😭😭

The details on each one!! I can't decide where to focus on so I'm gonna talk about each one.

Stairs 😭😭😭There's something so haunting about the lines of their bodies, the black and white sets such a good tone. And Light's clenched fist!

Light on his way to 60 years of loneliness. Can I call him a dumbass while still saying how good you drew him?? The mood, the faceless features yet still saying so much emotion 🙏🙏

L all alone in a wide world, but the perspective makes it seem like he's being watched from above. Which....yes. Amazing 🙏

I can't stop staring at this one, the chess game, the glass, L's shadowed figure beyond it, faceless but so present. He looks just like a monster, and Light's tension is shown so clear here in his fingers and hand

The real-but-false domesticity of this one. Light is holding onto his plan, his victory, but he doesn't look happy about it, while L is biding his time until they're both sleeping for good on that bed. Their games never stop do they?

Lawliet-sensei 😂😂👌👌Also I love how you draw everyone else as just shadows, with only L and Light having white definitions? It reflects how they see the world, with only the two of them mattering.

lmao

This is my favorite scene for eighth life!! The first hint of Misa, of more, of something bigger than them. And you putting her image right between them is just 👌👌

Shadow people around them once more, featuring L's kitty cap and mask. When I look at this I remember how they were both pretending not to speak, to look ahead, but are secretly speaking through touch between them

Tiny lawlight!! Light lost that one for real, baby L was sneaky hahaha. No matter the world, Light just can't ignore him in the rain. Absolutely the sweetest lifetime they had, the falsity of Fifth made true <3

And finally the combination of them! The first splash of color in their bodies and the strings, showing reality clearly while the rest were flat pages in a book, only dreams in a sense. Their poses, with Light looking down in sleep, while Misa is awake and looking up, with L dangling there, hidden from view, unable to do anything. Not to mention the White notebook!! Don't think I missed that detail!! (Also not sure if the stars behind them are meant to represent the lives Light doesn't remember, but either way I love the effect!!)

Beautiful work, thank you so much for enjoying my story and bringing it to life in your art <3333333

hello i recently read time speaks by aSmallMoon333 on ao3 (@asmallmoon333 on tumblr too) and i fell in love with the story... this is not my usual style but i decided to make a small fanart of it 🤍

(close-ups of each life under the cut)

they're in order from life 1 through life 10 (with the exception of life 7).

[atozphantomsquadron]

Unit A13 - II

   “No one else has been here since, correct?”

   A monk nodded.  “Per your instructions, inspector, we have kept all pilgrims away.”

   Inspector Callista Adamidis scanned the entrance of the cave suspiciously, fingering the pocket of her jacket.  “All right, brother, you may leave if you wish.  I just want to take a quick look inside.”

   The monk bit his lower lip slightly.  “I should stay here at the cave entrance, at least.”

   “Fine, go ahead.  Just don’t come in unless I call for you, all right?”

   The monk nodded.  Adamidis reached into her jacket, making sure the snap strap over her gun was unhooked.  Once satisfied, she kept her pace rapid as she entered.

   Almost instantly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up.  She kept a hand on her gun, holding it inside her jacket as she slowly made her way deeper into the shrine.  A prayer railing came to her free hand: she gripped to it and used it as a guide.

   She reached the point where the priest’s hand had been found.  Lifting her own off of the railing, she rubbed the fingertips together slightly.

   “Nothing out of the ordinary yet.”

   Her foot found a wet spot, splashing in a puddle.  She crouched down with a tissue, dipping into the liquid below her.  It seemed to be clear, but did not have the consistency of water.  She sniffed it cautiously.

   “Hm … ammonia?”

   A loud, guttural sound came from the cave’s darkness.  She stuffed the tissue quickly into her jacket and drew her gun.

   “Who’s there?  Come out, police!”

   Her hands shook slightly as she pointed the gun in front of her.  The sound came again, sounding closer.  Unconsciously, Adamidis backed up.

   “I won’t hurt you if you come out peacefully!”

   The sound turned to a longer, more sustained growl.  Adamidis continued to back off, as the growling started forming words.

  “Peace?  There is no peace, only death!”

   The inspector felt her blood chill.  She holstered her gun and sprinted out of the cave, relieved to find the monk still at the entrance.

   “Inspector, calm down!  You’re clear.”

   Adamidis’ eyes took on a crazed expression, as the monk attempted to calm her down.  “Good God, what is in there?  Did you hear it?”

   The monk looked confused.  “Hear what?”

   Adamidis started panting, her adrenaline rush dissipating.  “I heard it growl … and it spoke to me … ‘no peace, only death’ …”

   The monk led the inspector back toward the main monastery building.

 

   “Folks, the labs came up with this to help us on our missions.  For lack of a better name, it’s called the ‘Holographic Self-Image Projector.’  The lab guys have been referring to it as a ‘HoSIP.’”

   In the passenger compartment of the military aircraft, Ken opened up an aluminum briefcase.  Inside, padded heavily with foam rubber, lay four large plastic devices, looking like oversized wristwatches.  Ken pulled one out of the case and handed it to Kitty.

   “Great, thank you very much, now how the hell do we use it?”

   Ken smirked at the cat woman.  “Fairly simple to do.  See the slot along the side of it?  Strap it on, run your assigned ID through the slot stripe up, then press the green button.”

   Kitty smirked.  “Right.  Monkeys will fly out of my ass before this thing works.”

   Ken rolled his eyes.  “Just try it, please.”

   The cat woman sighed, pulling out a card from her pocket, her assigned ID for the mission.  After making sure it was situated in the right way, she slid it through the device, like a credit card through a scanner.

   “Oh, and you might want to stand up.”

   “Okay, you’re the commander.”  She stood up and pressed the green button.  As she did, the device started lighting up and sounding tones.  Two lines of green laser light projected from either side of the watch-like device, forming a grid around Kitty’s body, and then the outline of clothes and a different face, until finally the appearance of flesh and fabric replaced the cat woman.

   Ariel gasped.  Cyrus nodded with approval.  Ken directed the transformed Kitty toward a reflective surface.

   “Take a look.”

   Her eyes widened as she saw her reflection, and at the same time not her reflection.  The cat body she had been forced to get used to was replaced by a rounded, older white woman in an unflattering grey suit with a skirt.  Kitty tried to spot herself through the reflection but failed, her almond-sliver eyes unseen behind a façade of green-eyed bureaucrat.

   “Well damn … I guess.”

   Ken checked his files.  “The labs assure me this is a foolproof method of camouflage.  Now, instead of having to explain yourself, you can absorb yourself into the role, which is … ah, here we go, Kitty you’re Polly Hurvielle, special assistant to the Ambassador to Greece.”

   Kitty continued to check her disguised self out.  “Okay, so how do I turn it off, or do I have to stay a middle-aged schlump forever?”

   “Good question.  Each of the camouflage bodies is equipped with a wristwatch with a button on the right side.  Tap that button, and the device will shut off.”

   Kitty looked at the others then shrugged, tapping her watch.  The disguise dissipated almost instantly, returning her to her normal appearance.  She looked at her reflection again, a hint of disappointment in her face, as Ken handed out the remaining HoSIPs.

   “Okay, any questions?”

   Ariel strapped her HoSIP on her arm.  “Do we get to keep these after the mission?”

   Ken sat down next to the dragon woman.  “If I can, I’ll arrange it.  You and Kitty both need to be able to go out in public, and they also work with your military ID’s.”

   Kitty stretched, her tail sticking straight out behind her.  “Well, I’m going to catch some sleep before we land.  Someone kick me when we’re in Greece, huh?”

   She strolled her way to the back of the compartment, finding a line of seats to lie down across.  Cyrus came up next to Ken.

   “I’m going to check on our ETA and keep the pilot company.  You two going to be okay?”

   Ken nodded to his friend.  “Go ahead.  We’ll be here.”

   The shorter man worked his way through the seats, up to the cockpit entrance.  The door’s whooshing marked his exit.  Ken turned his attention back to Ariel.

   “How are you feeling, after …?”

   Ariel sighed, her hands resting on her lap.  “I’m not sure how to feel.  From time to time I get memories, and I don’t know whether they’re mine or 37A’s.”

   Ken nodded.  “I was very worried about you, especially after what you said to me.”

   Ariel looked up at the man, noticing the lines in his face.  Many of them seemed to be around his mouth – frown lines.  “Please, don’t worry about me, I don’t deserve it …”

   “That’s not true.”  Ken impulsively took one of the woman’s hands.  “You do deserve to be worried about, to be cared for.  I don’t know what kind of life you’ve lived, other than what that bastard Gerard put you through, but I don’t know of anyone who ever deserved what you’ve gotten.”

   The woman looked into Ken’s eyes.  Her hand closed around his fingers.  “Why do you care so much about what happens to me?”

   He sighed, looking downcast.  Ariel leaned closer to him, hoping to urge an answer out of him.  He finally looked back up at her.

   “The day I found you, my wife told me she was divorcing me.  It sunk in to me, right then, how shitty of a father I’ve been to my son, and how much I wanted his lifetime back, to make up for what I couldn’t … didn’t … give him.  I also realized how horrible of a husband I must have been to Linda … my wife … and how much I must have made her hate me.”

   Ariel put a hand up to her mouth as she listened.  Ken’s shoulders heaved.

   “The next night, when Gerard took you … I just … imagined what I would have done if it had been my son in your place …”

   Ariel’s eyes became liquid.  Her arms found their way around Ken, pulling him into an embrace.  He looked up at her, after a short period.

   “Ariel, I don’t want to repeat the mistakes I’ve made …”

   The dragon woman had tears streaming from her eyes.  “You won’t.  You haven’t.  You’ve shown me more concern than I’ve known in a long time.  I understand why now.”

   She kissed him lightly on his lips.

   “Thank you, Ken.”

   Ken leaned back in his seat, after Ariel released him from her embrace.  She stood up and walked back toward the lavatory.  Ken wiped his eyes and turned back to the mission file.

[mauserfrau]

Sepulchre - Chapter 1

>>> Story: Read The Tags >>>>> Music: Ambient & Retrowave Events leading up to and immediately after the birth of the Calypso Twins: a love story and a story about Leda and Typhon, though I wouldn't call it a love story about Leda and Typhon. Inspired by "Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius", Bianca by Guido Crepax and those "naughty" fairy tale anthologies from the 90's. I got myself into a situation where I had to solidify the lore in Grimeverse and figured I might as well go absolutely off the wall with it considering where that story eventually ends up. Thank all of you for putting up with me while I was writing it.

Today's installment is pretty tame, covering how Leda and Typhon met. I mean, it's not G-rated because it's a Borderlands fic where Typhon opens his mouth, but there's no graphic sex. That's tomorrow or Saturday.

Enjoy & thank you very much, you lovely people. I put the first scene (note: violence) under the cut.

The truth was, she shot them. Well, a few of them. The ones who started thanking her once she’d put two bullets in that cowardly tyrant Sapphir weren’t going to make it on this planet. Letting them go was almost a cruelty. After spending the past Standard year with them?

She let them go.

From them she claimed one light transport truck with sixty days’ supplies for two people and two jugs of succ wine that tasted like acetate fumes.

She drove. The radio broke after forty miles and she had to shoot it to turn it off. Silence made her skittish, but she couldn’t take another minute of Bandits and Sandbillies and Psychos and shouting while Sapphir’s last words still rang in her ears.

“We’re going back.”

Nothing that had gone wrong on the expedition was his fault, of course. The crew screwed that dig up. Blame the weather for this one. We’ve got plenty of water. By the way, I’m keeping half of whatever you idiots find. Half of nothing was still nothing, though she doubted she was the only one in the crew who’d stashed a small find here or there in her pockets. She had a few of what Eridian researchers jokingly called dijes and some tablet pieces too small to read, the sort of stuff any half-assed museum could bum off of a corporation.

She had something, just not what she’d come for, a familiar turn of her thoughts that made it all too easy to imagine a motif running through her life.

Her father and step family had spared no expense, time or money, introducing her into the eccentric bushcraft debutante culture of Cygnus women. She got good at it, enough to attract attention. A boy had chosen her as his intended at one of the balls. She’d been fifteen and an off-worlder and most of all unwilling. She’d run back to her mother as soon as he finished proposing to her.

At her mother’s she grew bored simply existing in a cloud tower and started hanging around with the college students from two spires over. They brought her to their lectures with the name of whoever was hung over that morning. She took Overview of Terran Literature and Psychosexual Development and Intro to Xenolinguistics twice since she didn’t understand it the first time.

She never enrolled. She was assumed to be enrolled. In time she landed a transfer to another world entirely and, once again, she left. She still wasn’t sure if she said goodbye to her mother or the name of the senior she jumped into bed with in her celebratory haze.

She should have been angry about doubting those things until she forgot them, but staring into the shadowed streaks of hardpan beneath her, she felt only a background sensation of wanting to know, something she felt most of the time.

University life had almost suited her. She became a perpetual student, switching degrees, ignoring her own graduation because it was her third, working as an adjunct, sleeping in staff housing that was only slightly better than the dorms. She went to dances again, but on her own terms, and she brought home whoever she liked, seldom the same person twice. People argued about Shelley, Paglia and Austerbridge with her in public. She never said a thing about anyone hiding in the back of lecture, her own or otherwise. People came and went. Spring lasted forever. There was always a new semester, a new thing to learn, a certification she did not hold.

Until one day there wasn’t.

The dean of the language department introduced her as “our foremost expert on Eridian. She teaches a semiotics course too!”

And suddenly her room was too small, the databank was too small, her clothes were too small. Everything was too small. Mom didn’t answer when she called. She wouldn’t ask Dad. She was the only one of his children who hadn’t at least gotten engaged. So she took the job with Atlas’s research department and…

Shot Jean-Michel Sapphir in the face a year to the day later.

Part of her had always wondered what it felt like to slam a bullet into a man and not a target or a bird or the ground beneath her feet. Well, she felt like she’d been crying, except she hadn’t. She hadn’t shed a single tear since she’d gotten to Pandora.

She drove. Rakks passed over Elpis in the stringy, shuddering night.

Another chapter in her life closed. The motif, coincidental though it was, continued. At least she knew the name of the first man she had killed.

[getouswh0re]

Howdy!! Could I request Yandere Gojo and Geto from jjk, with a special-grade sorcerer reader? Ty in advance, I really like your writing!✨

an; thank you for the love ˊᗜˋ💕 here are some drabbles for them separately, hope you liked it :3

warnings; yandere, gore, blood, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviour. do not condone such actions in real life, and please kindly read at your own discretion.

THE night was quiet, almost serene, totally at odds with the glowering menace in Geto’s eyes. Gone was the subtle gentleness in those inky slits you had grown to adore; in its place, inscrutable darkness bore holes into the back of your skull as you shuddered beneath the curse user’s glare.

It was still Geto in the flesh: the same face, unique hairstyle and robes he’d wear just like any other day. Yet it was no longer the special-grade sorcerer whom you once knew and loved. You never knew what caused such a drastic change in him; all you wished for, was for the old Geto to return, hoping that all of this was none other than another nightmare.

“Suguru? W-What are you doing at my door? It’s already late, you should be taking some rest ...” A hint of dismay — maybe sadness, ghosted his expression when the raven picked up the quivers in your tone. Nonetheless, a gentle smile adorns his face, emerging from the shadows to reveal himself as the raven explained himself.

“Why? Can’t I come and visit you?” He cocked his head, a playful smirk evident. Geto never ceased to make your heart flutter; perhaps it was his flirtatious nature and mellow personality that drew you towards him, but even after being one of his closest friends for a long time, at times you felt like you couldn’t understand him at all, with this being one of the occurrences.

You chortled, about to invite the raven into your apartment when warning bells started to ring incessantly in your head, warning you that there was something awry about him once you caught a glimpse at his clothes imbrued with crimson splatters.

“Sugu ... what is that on your clothes?”

“Oh this? Satoru splashed me with red paint, it’s not much of a big deal.” You knew he was lying, instantly picking up the revolting metallic stench from the stains. Dread filled your mind while you staggered back, keeping a distance from the male who gave you a perplexed look in return.

“You and I know a smell like this isn’t red paint ...” Trying to be as calm as you could, you retracted a step backwards with every stride Geto took. “Be honest with me. What on earth have you done?”

“Sharp as ever, y/n.” A condescending look took over as Geto finally revealed his true colours. “The world needs to change. All these monkeys are the reasons why curses exist. They can’t even control their cursed energy properly, and we sorcerers have to battle with death every time a curse poses as a threat to them. Their ignorance is revolting in its core, and I believe to make the world a better place, it would be better off to remove all of them out of sight. Don’t you agree —“

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Unable to withhold your seething rage, you snapped at the curse user. “This isn’t what sorcerers should do! What you are doing is of no difference from a brutal murderer Geto! I can’t fucking believe you!”

“How can you think of me like they y/n? That hurts my heart you know.”

Before you could even scream, he was already inches away, blood-stained hands caressing your cheeks tenderly as if you were made of fragile glass. “I just want to make life easier, there’s no need for us to put our lives at stake every time we exorcise curses. Right? We could be enjoying peaceful days together, free from the dangers of this world ...”

“Stop! Your delusions are sick, this isn’t you at all Geto! I don’t know what is wrong with your brain, but it’s never too late to turn back —“

Suddenly, your vision darkened — your consciousness sinking into a bottomless void as the raven carried you in a bridal style, the two of you vanishing into the tenebrosity of the night.

“And I thought you were the only one who’d understand me ... love.” He shook his head in disapproval, but the disappointment in his eyes were eventually replaced with glee as Geto stared at your limp figurine in his arms.

“But don’t worry, what needs to be done will be done. For our sake, for our future together.”

EVERYTHING would always be uglier up close.

At first glance, one might find Gojo Satoru a perfect man: with talent, looks and wealth all in one package. Men envy the greatest sorcerer of all time, and women grovel at his feet, desperate for a sprinkle of the man’s attention. Despite living the life everyone dreams to be in, the heir of the Gojo clan couldn’t care less about how the world spins around his axis. For the sorcerer has his eyes set on something much more worthy of his time and effort. 

He is a man of determination, willing to achieve his goals with whatever means possible — even resorting to dirtying his own hands. It is such an irony that underneath the charming façade, such a disgusting soul exists.

“For the last time Satoru, I am not interested in dating anybody.” Heaving an exasperated sigh, you politely shoved the lavish presents piling up at your front door back into the man’s arms. 

“I feel really flattered that you have feelings for me, I truly do. But I’m sure you know as sorcerers, we fight with death every day. If there is any regret that I’d dread to have ... it would be to leave everything I love behind. And I would rather die alone than leave my partner suffering on their own.” 

“That’s what I love about you y/n.” 

A loving sigh slipping from his tongue, Gojo took a step forward, cupping your face with utter delicacy. Yet you felt more than revolted by his sudden intimacy, struggling to writhe away from his tightening grip.

“You are always so kind, so considerate ... something I cannot find in anyone else other than you. But think about it sweetheart! You and I are both special-grade sorcerers, but I can protect you from the curses — at the same time giving you the moon and stars. We could move in together, you wouldn’t even need to work anymore. Why make your life harder when I could simply provide for you? Seriously —” 

“S-Satoru, I hate to tell you this but you’re pushing the boundaries right now.” Trying to reason with the sorcerer, you spoke with a harsher tone, praying that Gojo would get the hint and respect your choices. “You’re out of your mind! And why would you force 

Nonetheless, your words fell on deaf ears. 

“Now this is not how you should react when someone offers you their heart and soul.” The light in his cerulean eyes darkened, cyan hues glimmering beneath the penumbra of nightfall. “And I know you are a smart young woman, so you’d come to realise what is in your best interest. I really don’t want to do this to you y/n; but if you are trying to push me away from your life again, I would have to keep you to my side — the hard way.” 

With that, he pulled down his blindfold.

You were aware of how dangerous Infinite Void was; still, experiencing it first-hand was one hell of a terrifying experience. Fleeting images flashed across your vision as if all of this was in fastforward motion, depicting your fate in the past along with future. As certain blurred vestiges showed up, your heart sank in indescribable despair; moments of you and none other than Gojo were portrayed — blood splattered across the labyrinth of streets in Tokyo, your trembling hands intertwined with his, platinum bands wrapped around both of your ring fingers, adorable kids that were exact replicas of both of you. At this point, you could feel the will to fight back dwindling to fickle embers. 

No matter what you did, Gojo would always find his way back to you.

Even if he had to tear the world apart with his hands. 

[knockoutqueenoftheunderworld]

SAW:

Krolmeister pays for Nancy Drew and who he assumes is her ‘boyfriend’ so in the beginning of the game they have to switch to two rooms instead of sharing a bed lmao. Henry checks in just fine and then Nancy steps up and the fucking picture falls off the wall.

Leaving Iggy in River Heights with Ned.

Henry gets the ghost in the mirror haunting, runs out screaming to Nancy talking to Rentaro in the garden, has to calm down from a panic attack before he can explain.

Nancy sits him down and gets him to fix the portrait backing to distract him. It takes him four hours, which is still better than my record time.

Henry gets addicted to the Pachinko parlor. Yumi thinks he’s adorable.

Takae likes Henry better than Nancy so he gets stuck listening to her long boring stories. Nancy is too curious. “Henry-kun does not ask so many questions, Nancy-san. This makes him a better companion. You could do well to learn from him.”

Henry is killer at bento but intimidated by Yumi’s outgoingness.

Henry knows exactly what Logan should get for Bess. Nancy figures out to use the outfit program but Henry is the one making the ultimate decision on the all-pink clothing.

Nancy gets pushed underwater when they find the will. Henry fucking wrecks the robot with his fists because he’s so fed up with haunting.

They expose Rentaro at the end and involve the police in the sabotage and dangerous stunts he pulled bc i hate that man

CAP:

Iggy is with Ned again

Markus isn’t pleased about flying two people out to Germany because money but Nancy insists they’re a pair and Henry tries not to get emotional about her fighting for him to be there

Henry knows from the first second at the castle gate that he will have a Rough Time at this mystery (Henry is not good with kids)

Henry, Nancy and Karl playing endless rounds of Raid because Nancy knows that Henry likes to buy things from the gift shop and they need to get money somehow

Meanwhile Henry secretly loves Raid and is finding coins everywhere anyway, he has a secret stash of cash the boy was deprived of fun as a child leave him alone

The one time Henry talks to Anja, she can tell he’s having ‘boy troubles’ and Henry makes a hasty retreat because his crush on Ned gets worse with every daily selfie with Iggy that Ned sends

So Nancy handles Lukas and Anja, Henry mostly takes Renate and Karl (downstairs people problems amiright)

Henry: So I asked Renate if she has a home-

Nancy: Oh god i’m rubbing off on you, your tact is diminishing as we speak

Nancy wears the dress and Henry is like weirdly butthurt that he didn’t get a festive outfit too? Even though it’s kind of a threat because her clothes were shredded? Henry just wants to be included

Henry’s exploring the woods and Nancy’s splashing around in the tunnels and suddenly she comes up behind him thanks to the forest exit and Henry nearly has a heart attack

They return Renate’s scarf together

(trying to solve the wall image puzzle)

nancy: can you please hold the flashlight steady

henry: i literally have trauma but go off i guess

Henry grabbing Nancy’s hand in the dungeon in the endgame because he’s terrified

nancy: I know it’s you-

henry: lukas

nancy: uh, no, it’s anja

henry: sorry it just felt right

Nancy & Henry Solving Mysteries: An Unfinished Timeline

My HCs for Henry joining Nancy in cases after cry. Features/alludes to my myriad of ships, possibly including: ned/henry, frank/nancy, deirdre/george, joe/sonny, frosty/chase. I might update this when more inspiration hits.

CRY:

Henry totally crushed on Ned when they first met in college and he got a little irked and disappointed when he found out Ned had a girlfriend, so he tries to date Summer to get over it, which is why he kind of acts cold to Nancy when they first meet, because Ned literally sent her to his house lmao (courtesy of lauren)

VEN:

Henry rooms with Colin

I need those interactions in my life

Colin is the definition of an incel

HAU:

Nancy talking to Ned in the phone booth with Henry awkwardly hovering outside the phone booth because car-crashed banshee late-night the-weird-guy-in-the-den-with-the-bruise-kinda-flirted-with-me-and-idk-what-to-do-with-that separation anxiety

And Ned's being a weirdo because of the party side plot going on, only sounding interested/relaxed when Nancy mentions henry and how Iggy won't let go of Henry's neck due to being spooked in the crash, how Henry made friendship bracelets on the plane to calm his flying nerves, how thrilled Kyler is that nancy brought a plus one, etc

Nancy mentions Kit and Kyler's weird dynamic but how he hinted at sleeping with Henry or something and Ned gets very quiet

Like the "..." In the chat in these games

"...Guess he's over Summer then?"

"Oh, Henry's just outside if you want to talk to him!"

Cue Ned loudly protesting while she forcefully shoves Henry in to talk to Ned because shes the least tactful person ever

And they have an awkward conversation about Kit and dating and Ned's like,, "Hey, love who you love, man. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

BUT HIS VOICE BREAKS ON THE SECOND SYLLABLE A LA FRANK TALKING TO NAN IN CAP

anyway. when they're trudging around the grounds Nancy and Henry have a discussion about Kyler and Matt's unhealthy relationship and Henry's experiences with unhealthy relationships

and at the ceremony Henry and Nancy are lowkey side eyeing each other because this marriage won't last lmaooooo

But anyway, Henry asks Kit to dance at the reception because he is growing beyond his past yay

RAN:

Henry is very anxious even before arriving at dread isle

Because he's gonna meet some of Nancy's besties and THE PRESSURE

But he and George hit it off pretty quick

He can't stand Coucou and doesn't love the monkeys but he's SO GOOD at the games they play. Even the spinner game. He kicks ass and Nancy sucks

WAC:

Nancy is a student, Henry is a snack shop employee

Henry: “hi what can I get for you”

Girl: um,,,,, toasted bagel with uh, lettuce

Henry: ????

Henry, texting Nancy: this is her third bagel today. Each time she orders a different topping. I’m beginning to get concerned.

little does he know theyre just going there to see him lol

Henry: oh yeah Rachel? She’s secretly a twin.

Nancy: WAT

Henry: obviously

Henry: if you werent so distracted playing games against leela you would have noticed

Henry snooping through Izzy and leelas room with Nancy: THIS is Jacob?!!??! what has society come to

Henry: at least date a player that’s halfway ATTRACTIVE

Henry: Jacob is a chad

Henry: Mel probably has good taste

Mel: I'm gay

Henry: see? Taste

Henry, to the camera: okay not going to lie tho Mr. Harris is kind of a snack

“….don’t tell anyone I said that”

“I have a reputation”

and Henry is the only snack not on sale at the snack shop

Nancy walks upstairs to find Henry in the sitting area looking deep in thought, staring at Mel's door

Nancy: "what's up?"

Henry: "how many scales can one person practice in a day before they lose their mind?"

Nancy: spots the white squirrel on the branch outside her window "I'm gonna climb out and get it."

Henry: "I'm literally begging you to do anything else."

Henry just has a plethora of Edgar Allen Poe knowledge stored away from his EMO emo phase in high school

Nancy saying, "but what was the deal with all those glass eyes?" In the bathroom is her on the phone with Henry lmao

(all of this courtesy of cambria, maddy and lauren)

TOT:

Chase reminds Henry of Ned because he's so wholesome and kind

When Henry mentions it, Nancy remarks that frosty reminds her a bit of Henry

Henry uncovers that Frosty and Chase are a couple thanks to the flash drive

OOooooOoOoooohh cIneMaTiC paRAlLels

Nancy mentions Ma to Pa every 5 seconds and Henry elbows her every time but she just. keeps. going

Henry tries to calm Frosty down with the mice thing but fails and then Chase comes in and Frosty is fine is 2.5 seconds and Henry is exasperated and Nancy is all-knowing

Debbie adores Iggy and pet sits him while Nancy drives Henry around to photograph clouds bc Henry is far more artistic and Nancy is more logical

Henry and Ned have been texting since wac

Nancy also intoduces Henry to Frank and Joe over the phone

Joe wont stop texting Henry ab random shit but its okay

Henry's phone has been blowing up between Bess and Ned and George and Joe and occasionally Frank and Kit a couple of times

So he's becoming more confident and feeling loved!

"Who are you texting?" Nancy asks

"Hm?" Henry asks, pausing while posing for a selfie. "Oh, Joe wanted another pic of Iggy." Iggy blinks at Nancy from his perch on Henry's shoulder. "C'mon." Nancy crowds in and he wraps his arm around her. They're both wearing plaid, mostly as a joke. They grin.

Iggy croaks, smiling as well.

Henry sends the snap, laughing to himself.

Nancy catches his eye. "Joe's single, you know," she says mildly.

Henry raises his eyebrows. They've never really talked about his sexuality, or his dates, Kit notwithstanding. "So is Frank," Henry replies.

Is she - is she blushing?

"Yeah." She bites her lip. "It's hard to know -" she sighs.

Henry doesnt know how to break it to her. How do you tell your best friend you have a thing for her ex-boyfriend? "Joe's awesome, but... he's not my type."

"And that's okay," Nancy says. "You know you can tell me anything?"

"I know." Henry pauses. Holds his breath. Lets it out. "Almost ready."

Nancy laughs. "Just tell me when."

After Scott blah blah blah....

"It's too bad, yknow." Henry says. The team looks at him, Debbie with tears in her eyes, Chase gripping Frosty's hand, Nancy with her hands on her hips, defiant. "He was kind of a DILF."

Chase roars in laughter, Frosty fake gags, Debbie giggles, Nancy is yelling in delight.

Henry snaps Scott's arrest to Joe and Bess with the caption "rip scott's career he was a dilf". Across the country, Joe cries tears of pride and Frank sighs, long-suffering. Bess' skin has cleared, her crops are watered, Henry has reached his full chaotic potential, all is right with the world. George looks at Bess' phone over her shoulder and scoffs.

Thanks to Lauren ( @henrikvanderswoon ), Cambria ( @an-american-teen-against-crime ), and Maddy ( @professorhotchkissesta )

[fizzyxcustard]

"I Never Knew It'd Be Like This"  (Armitage  Summer Splash Day 2)

As part of @lathalea and I's Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 2.

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: Above image. "I never knew it'd be like this." Only one bed trope.

Fandom: North & South - modern John Thornton

Pairings: Modern!John Thornton x Fem!Reader (very slight)

Warnings:

Summary: You are John Thornton's secretary and have agreed to travel to New York with him in high hopes of sealing a deal for his company at Marlborough Mills. However, your boss begins to show that temper of his when things don't go according to plan.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. Another fic about hotels, seeing as day 1 had the main characters staying in a hotel.

John was exasperated. Your plane had been delayed by an hour. You had waited ninety minutes for your shuttle bus from JFK to Manhattan, and now you were standing in the reception of your hotel, being told that only one room had been booked.

"I booked this myself a month ago," you told the blonde woman who was starting to grow quite scared of John. You could see her keep looking over at your rather annoyed boss who had the ability to make anyone shake just by the scowl on his face. "I made sure it was for two rooms."

John stepped away from the desk, recognising immediately why he had hired you as his secretary. You had the way with people that he didn't. When people had an issue with their wages, annual leave days or general working conditions, they came to you. Approaching John Thornton was a last resort.

"Okay, thank you," you said to the lady at reception, trying not to sigh and show your annoyance.

"What's happening? I had to step away because I knew I'd start shouting," John told you.

"They've apparently overbooked and they've only got one room available for us, and it's got one double bed," you sighed.

"Oh, this is bloody ridiculous!" John hissed. He dashed to the desk and began to ask if the manager was available.

"John! Calm down, please," you urged him.

The lady behind the desk was backing off, unsure what to do and showing signs that she hadn't been in this job for very long. Hotels always had their fair share of angry guests, and most staff members became used to it over time. This woman, however, did not have the confidence and assertiveness that most hotel staff had.

Ten minutes later, you and John admitted defeat and made your way to the elevator. But, on a positive note, you had now managed to get yourselves free drinks in the bar and free meals for the rest of your stay.

"I never knew it'd be like this," John mused to himself as you both stood in the elevator, feeling it shudder beneath you as it rose up the floors.

"What?"

"New York. It's busy, stinks, and everything has gone wrong since we landed," he sighed, crossing his arms. "Makes me wonder if this place is cursed."

"Come on, stop being so pessimistic," you urged him. The loud ping of the elevator stopping drew you both out of your thoughts, and you stepped out onto the sixth floor, trailing your suitcases behind you.

"I'm glad it's only for two nights. I'll take the floor," John said as he looked upon the double bed dominating the centre of the room which you walked into. He couldn't deny that he felt a pang of something. Anticipation, maybe? A shiver raced up his spine, and he looked across to you, only to see you looking down at the beige carpet

"The bed is big enough for two people with plenty of space in the middle. You won't even know I'm there."

John smirked to himself. Of course he'd know you were there. Even when you weren't there, he still felt you somehow. He had spent enough time around you to acknowledge that his feelings ran deeper than purely platonic. And for a second he thought back on the men who worked in the mill, who would wolf whistle at you as they passed by the office. Then, to his amazement, some of them you even spoke to! Why would you ever entertain the idea of talking to men who only saw you as a piece of meat?

You looked out the window only to see dark and heavy clouds had settled over the city, and rain was falling. "We should make the most of those free meal tickets tonight," you chuckled.

You and John went down to the lounge area a couple of hours later, your special tickets in hand to give you access to free food and drinks. Suddenly, John's phone began to ring. He stepped away from you for a minute, excusing himself with a smile.

You sat down at a table and began to skim the menu, but John's irate voice wafted through the room. Customers of the lounge began to stare, their heads turning in the direction of the angry voice.

"If this is how you're going to manage your time then you can shove the fucking deal!" John boomed.

You tried not to focus on the sea of heads that had turned towards you and followed John to the seat opposite you.

"What's happened now?" you asked in frustration and embarrassment.

"The meeting for tomorrow has been cancelled, and they don't know when they can re-schedule it to. Possibly not for another three months. They can kiss my..."

"John?" You interrupted. "Just calm down for five minutes and enjoy some food."

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