#ok cinnamon gets to be in this form for a while

[sexysilverstrider]

ITS SO YOMEEEELLL

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A nine-page digital comic featuring Jimmy and Curly from Mouthwashing. They're out of uniform, wearing casual clothes. The comic is done in sepia tones, with the only colors being the blue of Curly's eyes and the green of Jimmy's speech bubbles. There are also four featureless people representing their other friends.

The group of friends are gathered while Jimmy sits away from them.

Friend 1: He doesn't like sweets.... Friend 2: So what should we do for a cake then? Jimmy, attempting to light a cigarette: Why don't we just make it out of his fuckin' whey protein powder? You know Curly just LOVES that chalky crap. Friends pause, staring at him, before getting excited: (all caps) That's a great idea, Jimmy!

Jimmy then chokes on his cigarette and looks around at them all, momentarily shocked.

Friends: That's so smart! It'll be SO funny! He'll LOVE that! Jimmy, holding his limp cigarette and smiling smugly: heheh. guess I am pretty clever.

There is then a montage of him baking the cake with the whey powder, including him absently dropping cigarette ash into the batter with an "oops". Then they all wait in the dark, party decorations up with a shadow cast under the room's door.

Friends: Shh!! He's coming! Jimmy: (all caps) Shut the fuck up!! Curly, opening the door: Hullo? Friends: SURPRISE!

Curly flinches and yelps before he takes in the scene and smiles. Jimmy is holding the warped cake and smiling and everyone is wearing party hats and laughing.

Friends: Happy birthday Curly!

Two of them go up to Curly, putting a hat on him and patting his back.

Friend: Hope you like the cake!

Curly goes to cut the cake with everyone watching. He is smiling, while Jimmy stands next to him, staring blankly. As soon as the knife hits, the cake collapses in a poof of powder with a long fart noise. Curly's eyes bulge and Jimmy's eyes widen before they both burst out laughing, Curly pushing the cake away as he leans over the table, wheezing, while Jimmy throws his head back to cackle.

Curly, looking up at him: (all caps) What kind of cake is this?! Jimmy, holding up an "ok" hand: Choco-caramel whey, budd-o.

Curly wheezes, tears in his eyes. He then passes out cake and speaks indistinctly before sitting down.

Curly, smiling at Jimmy: -- sounds pretty brilliant, yeah?

Jimmy looks at him sideways, anticipating, as Curly raises his fork to his mouth. He keeps leaning closer as a shadow forms over his face. Curly takes a bite, smiling. Pauses for a moment. And then releases a huge cloud of whey powder, at which Jimmy starts cackling again.

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every time i think about that cursed whey powder cake from curly's fondest memories, i just imagine a re-enactment of the cinnamon challenge but with whey protein powder.

so here's a NINE PAGE COMIC leading up to that <3

[imagineredwood]

4. Stars ✨

Summary: EZ is president now and with that new control over the club has come new control over you.

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader

Warnings: 18+ Sexual content MDNI, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation-(everything is consensual but the reader does ask him to stop due to overstimulation, not because she is no longer consenting), EZ talking the reader through it a little condescendingly

Word count: 745

A/N: Named it Stars because that what the 🍆 has you seeing in this one 🥰 Could potentially be seen as a little OOC for EZ, I just went with more of his personality from the later seasons. The more ruthless EZ as opposed to the usual characteristic early on cinnamon roll EZ 🫣 Also none of the other women that he’s been with on the show exist in this timeline so the reader is his first valentine since getting released.

"I can't, I can't, I can't-"

EZ chuckled at your breathless voice, high-pitched, whiny, and desperate as you pushed at his shoulders, trying to earn some reprieve. The vibration against your clit ran a shiver through you, a quiet sob pushing past your lips at the overstimulation. You weren't sure how many times he had made you come now.

You had stopped counting after six.

It was Valentine's Day, and with his time in prison, EZ hadn't had a Valentine to spoil in quite some time. But he had you this year and he had pulled out all of the stops. Breakfast in bed, spending the day together doing the hobbies of your choice, a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant, and now that you were both home, he had spent the last 45 minutes with his face buried in your pussy eating you like a man starved.

It had been great at first, like always, but somewhere around the fifth orgasm, it had somewhat lost its novelty as you shook and spasmed over and over. He took some pity, opting to move his mouth to your inner thighs, leaving kisses and soft bites while his fingers worked into you instead. He'd given your swollen clit some safety from the abuse for a good few minutes, long enough to help you settle. Just to bring his full lips to it once more, suckling and kissing, your thighs casing tightly around his head.

But he simply laughs again, taking true pleasure in your overstimulation. His goatee has rubbed your lips raw and he pouts slightly as the small welts of irritation that ripple the texture of your sensitive skin.

"Poor baby."

He runs a finger over your slit, shaking his head at the way your hips jerk.

"I can't, EZ. I'm s-serious. I can't...I can't...no more..."

You're having trouble forming words, your brain turned into mush long ago. The Mayan president gets up from his prone position, a kink in his neck that he ignores. He's sitting up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and adoration, his mouth and beard glistening in copious amounts of your slick and his spit. His hand is unceremonious as it comes up to wipe at his mouth, his eyes darker than you ever remember seeing them. Ever since he's taken the gavel, he's been this way. More rough. Primal. Feral even.

And now that he has reduced you to an incoherent babbling mess, he finally grips his cock, thick and solid and leaking, just to tap it sadistically against your puffy pussy. He runs the underside over your clit, reveling in the small hiss you let out at the contact, cooing at you as he does.

"You're ok. You can take it. I know you can. You can be strong for me, right? Can't you?"

His tone was babying yet condescending and you blinked the tears out of your eyes, your head nodding softly. He grinned and leaned down to press his lips to yours, his tongue dominant as it pushed against yours, your taste still in his mouth. He pulled away after a moment more and took hold of himself once again, cock pushing through your lips easily, back and forth, back and forth, your hole clenching on nothing on nothing every time he grazed over your clit.

He finally sunk into you without warning, slow and steady until he was buried within you fully. He leaned his weight on top of you, burly arms coming up to rest on either side of your head, encasing you. His lips kissed and sucked at your jaw as he gave you a moment to adjust, his left hand fisted into your hair. Not pulling or tugging, but ensuring he kept you just where he wanted you. He pulled his hips back then, all the way until he had almost slipped out of you, and then sank all the way back in. Your thighs trembled as they rested against his waist, your breathing shallow and ragged and he continued those strokes, making you see stars.

You made noises that EZ assumed might've been meant to sound like words, but they were unintelligible, so he paid them no mind.

"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Look how good you take all of me."

You whimpered and nodded, your brain as scrambled as your insides, you having no choice but to lay there and take everything he gave you.

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[silverstormsxx]

ok so here is a collection of concepts that wouldn't be entirely in character but are still fun to think about that I came up with:

Dusttale: Eternal Slumber

So there's this type of serial killer called an: "Angel of Mercy"

To put it simply, an Angel of Mercy is a caregiver who kills those under their care as a form of "mercy," depending on how they view their victim's suffering, usually because of an illness of some sort. An example would be a doctor and an elderly patient.

So.. what if Sans, instead of killing everyone in order to get enough strength to kill the human, decides to kill everyone so that he can spare them from the pain of being killed over and over again in an endless cycle?

Let's just say that his mental health has deteriorated enough at this point that he views what he's doing as a noble deed because he has good intentions in mind so it's "different from what the human is doing!"

I imagine he'd be far more gentle with his victims than regular dusttale sans. He'd shush them to sleep as they slowly dust, telling them that it's all for the best and that it's time to rest now.. all while digging the bone deeper into their flesh.

In a way, he is an Angel - specifically, the one from the interpretation of The Prophecy that would liberate the monsters by killing them.

Now i can't help but think that this version of sans would wear a white robe and a cross necklace lol

Also imagine him singing "Ralsei's Lullaby [dark melody ver.]" Before killing someone lmao

Dusttale: LOG #8215

Yet another Dusttale concept woo!!

Dusttale but as a coping mechanism, sans starts looking at the world like one big experiment and the monsters as test subjects

LV is a measure of how detached you are from your victims, after all.

I'd imagine that if this were to be a game, sans would do different things every playthrough.

Killing toriel first instead of all the monsters in the ruins to see how it changes things. Introducing unforeseen variables like 'what if undyne was informed about the human sooner than usual?' and 'what if alphys actually got around to mettaton neo's defenses?'

Don't know how that would be achieved though.. maybe through FUN events?

Every time you see him, usually after stealing your kill, he would be quietly murmuring under his breath, jotting down notes in his notebook, saying things like: "..didn't know that would happen. cool. have to try that again sometime." Before walking away and disappearing, as if he were never there at all.

Undertale: Heart Shatter

Ok so what if undertale genocide run.. but instead of killing anyone, you turn them into the worst possible version of themselves and let their SOUL shatter all by itself

For ex: for sans, you would further his nihilistic point of view by resetting over and over again and purposefully lingering closer to him every time.. as if to confirm his suspicions. You would see him get noticeably more and more tired every time, forgetting his lines and overall seeing him grow more and more apathetic.. until it culminates in a moment where you tell him that you're never going to stop. That's it's no use for him to have any sort of hope left that you might leave this world alone. That he should just give up and accept that this pointless cycle will never end. That he will never get to bathe in the light of the sun, never get to see the stars for more than a few seconds before he wakes up in his bed again.

(You'd probably have to do sans first. You break him by doing pacifist runs repeatedly)

For toriel, you'd have to accept her offer of staying in the RUINS. You would have to spend time with her, bond with her. You would help her cook, pay close attention to her lessons, eat slices of delectable cinnamon-butterscotch pie, make flower crowns from the golden flowers that saved you from dying from the fall, brew cups of tea together.

Eventually, one day she tells you why the Underground hates humans so much. Why she lives in the RUINS. Why she protects the human children who fall down. Why she is so, so grateful that you didn't leave like the others did. That she will do her best to keep you safe and happy until the end of your days.

...then you leave the RUINS on that very night. Leaving her all alone, wondering what she did wrong. Why she can never seem to keep one child alive, no matter how hard she tries.

So yeah lol. Feel free to add onto these if you'd like

[lbcreations-blog]

can you do headcanons for Emily from Hazbin Hotel dating God's daughter named Pandora who's a complete cinnamon roll and sweetheart?

READ FIRST: OK, I'm changing one thing from this request is the name, I want to keep it a reader type fanfic since I don't do ocs, but I will add a headcanon on the name. I also went off board and did an entire oneshot on how yall met with the headcanons for some fucking reason💀 I apologize for that.

NOT PROOF READ

Masterlist

Oh, so pure, you lovely daughter of God

You were the well-known daughter of God. People rarely saw you due to you always sleeping or working. You would have hanged around with at least the other powerful angels, but you had a lot of work ahead of you a lot of the time, which mainly consisted of working on galaxies that weren't connected to earth.

You would have helped the Elders with their passion project, so to speak, but your father ordered you to work on some random galaxies and then you could only "play" which was what he told you before going into an eternal sleep.

So now here you were 99% done with this galaxy your father told you to work on. You were so excited to finally hang out and meet the angels in heaven only once in a blue moon. Would you visit to say hi for like a day, then go back to working again.

On those days you would come say hi, you would mainly explore the home you missed so much. Now you could do more than that and actually have some good communication.

It took you a bit in this galaxy in your humongous form, being about 145'3 feet tall in your big form you were much much shorter then your father in your big form compared to his which was about 300 feet tall.

Now you were getting one more bit done, and done the galaxy was finally finished now to go home and rest.

You telaported in front of the gates, not wanting to give the residents of heaven a fright from your holy-niss sponding in so suddenly. (You ofcourse sponded in your smol form, which was 7'0 ft tall)

Once telaporting all of heavens elders felt your arrival. While you were just standing there staring at the sleeping st Peter at the podium.

You then telaported behind the man, thinking about having some fun. You put your face near his ear. You then whispered into his ear, "Wake up," St Peter then jolted awake. "W-wha- ah! r-reader, what are you doing here?" St Peter asked in a bit of a frenzy from the fright you gave him.

"Well, first off, say hi jeez, and second off, I'm done with my work, and third off, be happy I'm here. I have not seen you in what? A million years." You told the guy. "Right, sorry, my apologies ma'am you gave me a fright," St Peter replied.

You giggled. "You know I like to have at least a bit of fun, Peter. I get bored from all that work yk" you told the man. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," Peter told you.

"Hello, St. Peter, what seems to be the..." Sera said, flying down and trailing off mid sentence. "Uh! Miss Reader, why do you show us with your presence?" Sera asked, bowing down with a girl beside her doing the same thing.

"Well, I'm finally done with my work soooooooo I'm staying here from now on!" You told Sera. "Well, if you wish your holy-niss," Sera told you. Suddenly, the other girl spoke.

"Hiiii, I'm Emily, but you can call me Em Eme ly E, whatever! Nice to meet you! I'm a Seraphim, but I think you know that! I'm so happy to finally meet you! I've heard so many stories about you!" Emily told you this information happily.

"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Emily! You can just call me by my name reader, " you told her happily.

You and the seraphim walked into heaven and passed the gates. "Wow, this place is beautiful. You guys did well, " you said, looking around in awe. "Well, we like to keep it spick and span," Emily told you and looked at your side veiw.

While walking around with the girl, you held her hand, which made heat rush to Emily's cheeks oh so fast, and maybe a little bit rushed to yours as well.

Yea, I'm ending the oneshot there

Now to the headcanons ig

Headcanons

Emily loves your personality. You guys get along so well.

Due to your absence, Emily has to show you all the new things humans have made and such

You are oh so behind on tech, but you catch up quick

Emily loves to show you around it's so fun

She loves that you get excited at every little thing

She originally thought you would be super strict due to you being so high up so she was not expecting you to be so nice and bubbly

Once she sees your power, she straight up is like,'You have to be my girlfriend now'

She did ask you if you were aware of the exterminations you told her yes in a way because of your powers you could sense when a creation ceases to exist.

She did ask you to help stop it and work on charlies plan or do something, but all you told her is the fact is the earth, the humans, and all that shebang was the angels project, not yours, so no, you could not help. (It's a Canon event😔)

You would take Seras ruling away, but you knew that the angels were your fathers project, so you could not do mutch.

OK, ok, no more depression shit now your confession of love or whatever

She ended up confessing you would have confessed up that you were wating for her to be ready

Of course, when you said yes, she was jumping around really ecstatic about the news

You guys love each other to bits

OK, quick headcanon on the name is literally that she loves it yea that's it

OK yea I'm done

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[cocoagenie]

[Credits to the person who made the gif]

Midnight snack? | Luffy x Black Fem [OPLA]

Luffy snuck to the kitchen late at night for another taste of your famous cinnamon n' apple dump cake, what he doesn't know is that a great fuss and tease is coming his way and you know just what to demand in order for luffy to get that late desert.

Flirting, mentions of reader having a dialect but the text is proper english, short fic

• ☆☆ •

Luffy couldn't sleep, so as always his inability to do so would be solved by a late night treat. The captain slung his legs over the hammock and threw his blanket off to hop down and stand on his own two feet. His form mirroring that of a person who had too many drinks.

Luffy wet his lips of their previous chap and made his way out the cabin to find the kitchen, the only thing on his mind being the dumpcake you baked this evening. It was by far the best desert he's ever tasted in his entire life. Doughy, soft, crunchy, sweet, and dripping with the nectar of apples and pineapples.

His feet padded quicker to the greed of his gut, it led him closer and closer, around the corner and down a few steps before he took the last turn. And when his eyes found a small lantern on the table with a plate of what he craved, Luffy thought it was a dream.

"Ohh yeahh.." he whispered, hands rubbing together as he thought nothing of the fact that it may belong to someone else, that is until a sound came from the pantry. He peaked around and saw a person closing the door. Draped in night themed pj's with a wrap around their head.

Luffy could tell from their ebony skin and soft humming that it was, "y/n?" You jumped and turned around so quickly with a hand to your chest. Coconut eyes blown wide at the sight of the young captain.

"Luffy, what are you doing up so damn late?!" You whispered yelled, western accent coming through thicker than usual. You walked toward him and then curved to sit back at the table, scooting your chair up as you gathered your fork to dig into your desert.

"Wait, that's your plate?"

"Uh, yeah?" You lifted up a warm peice of the cake to your mouth and chewed on it in delight. Eyes closing in content while moved your shoulders in a happy rhythm. Luffy took a seat and sat next to you.

"Let me get a bite.." he slightly pouted, eyes flickering between you and the desert.

"Oh.. this? This here?" You pointed at it with your fork, eyes glimmering in fake curiosity, he nodded and you smiled.

"No." You giggled and ate another peice as he dropped his shoulders. Brows furrowing hard.

"why!" You told him to quite down as you chewed and then swallowed.

"Because, you already had four peices tonight and at the rate it's dissapearing no one's going to have their seconds" you frowned, toungue running across your teeth as your eyes dropped back down to plate to get another peice.

"I can't help that I have a big appetite, my stomach doesn't hold food like yours.. its like.. this big!" you let his explanation go in one ear and out of the other as luffy stretched out his arms. The pirate sighed when you remained fixed but he didn't stop begging.

"Come on don't be stingy let me get a slice? Please y/n, please please please?—" He put his hands together as his chin was on your shoulder, begging right into your ear canal. You thought about it and let your silence torture him. To be truthful it was funny to see luffy so desperate like this and you didn't think you'd ever grant him his wish until he uttered this.

"Please, I'll do anything?" Luffy was a hundred thousand percent serious about this and finally you gave in, your fork clanking on the plate as you put it up and folded your hands.

"Ok.." he perked up, smile blooming on his lips and only stretching wider as you gave him your undivided attention.

"I'll give you something sweet, if you give me something sweet?" You smirked and luffy put his hands on his knees, smile not faltering as his eyes looked you up and down.

"Like what?"

"What do you think?" You smiled, settling your face on your hand and exposing your dimpled cheek. Now you were only joking and didn't expect anything short of his goofy antics but Luffy was quite puzzled.

"..... oh. oh! o-okay, if that's.. what you want?" He said with a nervous giddiness, you playfully closed your eyes as he leaned closer and closer to you, luffy didn't want you to feel it coming so he quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek and leaned back.

You snapped your eyes open and reluctantly looked at luffy who watched you very attentively, hands reaching for your fork and plate as you sputtered for words, he ate the dumpcake and continued staring at you.

Voice more quite than usual, " that's what you wanted right?" He said around the food in his mouth.

"I was joking." Luffy gulped the desert down and licked the cake crumbs from his mouth.

"Well then, forget I ever did that!?" He abruptly got up and rushed back to his cabin as your troubled expression started to crack into a shy one. Luffy just kissed you on the cheek for some homemade dump cake. Typical.

[catr4dora]

Donkey Kong x fem reader OK IMAGINE

(also I’m relating some of this stuff to me because I JUST WANT SOMEONE LIKE DK TO COMFORT ME😭)

(also in this your a princess)

Growing up you weren’t exactly shown affection, because most of the time you acted like you didn’t need it (when really you were neglected most of the time). Your parents were TERRIBLE but they weren’t exactly the best either, they always neglected your feelings. You were raised to believe that crying or showing feelings was a sign of weakness (which made you mature at a young age) so as you grew you became more isolated, of course you had manners and all but you were really reserved.

It wasn’t until you met…..him~ Donkey Kong

When you first met him it was when your parents were announcing that you guys were gonna get married to form alliances with the Kong kingdom and your kingdom. You both were in shock and as you looked over to dk you could see the discomfort on his face, but you knew that he wouldn’t disagree with his father. He looks over to you and you look at him for a second before turning your eyes to your parents giving them a stern look.

So for the past months both of your parents had been setting you guys on dates and they were VERY awkward especially with how different you both were.

It’s not that you didn’t like him, he was nice and all and kinda cute. But he seemed SOO……childish he was a literal walking man child. He was really playful and the type to go out to parties and have fun (which he did). But you on the other hand….

Were seen as serious tbh when dk saw you he thought you were REALLY pretty BUT boring 😅 and reserved, but that didn’t stop him from trying to break down your walls during your “dates”. Eventually you did try to give him a chance and not make everything so awkward and for once you guys actually had fun. There was one time that made you guys get closer, you guys were in the jungle near a river. Dk was laying on his back as you were sitting on the grass admiring the jungle flowers, you guys were starting to talk more and kinda started to open up to each other.

DK: “My dad expects me to be perfect but I don’t want to be a boring king,I still want to be able to have my freedom.”

You: *as you look at him you turn to your side and lay down beside him* “When we get married……we can do whatever YOU want.” *you say softly as you look at dk, he looks up to with the softest smile you’ve seen on him and you returned the smile. (And god- Dk thought that smile looked beautiful on you).

As time passed you guys talked more, hanged out more (even without your parents setting dates). You guys would explore each other’s kingdoms together, mostly the king kingdom. Heck- YOU GUYS EVEN WENT GO KARTING TOGETHER, he had let you make your own kart/motorcycle and you guys would race around everywhere in the jungle, kong kingdom, or rainbow road.

Eventually you guys started ACTUALLY dating and it was….nice. This was your first time actually dating someone since you were so reserved and never really connected with someone, Dk on the other hand has had some relations, but they were cut off short (since they only wanted the fame that came with dk).

But you guys were doing great, your relationship was was healthy and loving. From time to time you would watch Dk at his fights cheering him on while sitting next to his dad.

And eventually you guys had finally got married, the wedding was beautiful. Depending where it was if it was at the kong kingdom it was a HUGE PARTY and of course everyone was invited. (If it was at your kingdom it’s your choice how you wanted to be)

As you both were getting ready for bed and went under the sheets. You guys just held onto each other, kisses here but before you guys went to sleep you just had to tell him.

You: “Dk…thank you for everything I…..I love you.”

Dk looked at you shocked with hearts in his eyes.

Dk: “I love you too…”

And with that you both shared a passionate kiss and it was then when you knew that everything was……perfect.

[imsailorpluto]

So I've finally finished Bloodhounds (+ ahjussi collection)

...and I have no idea where to start and what to say and how to feel.

No, wait, please hear me out.

It was b l o o d y and at parts a very difficult watch, as it has lots of explicit fighting scenes, which look extremely realistic and cruel. So cruel that I had to close my eyes and not watch, I even skipped many & i'm not sorry. However, there are also parts so heartwarming that it makes you forget about all the crimes and gore for a moment. So, it's up to you to decide if it's worth the struggle. Since the violence could be a bit too much for many, let's just say I do and don't recommend this one at the same time. Personally, one of things I greatly enjoyed is the subtle comic tone of Gun-woo's and Woo-jin's interactions with each other and their characters which represent people doing sports professionally so well, the purity of their hearts and lack of malice in everything they do, since they truly do live for the sports. Then there are two absolutely powerful and skillful young women, Hyeong-ju and Da-min, playing such important roles in the entire series, each of them individually contributing so much to the entire plan of bringing the bad guys down and saving what could still be saved. And also, one of the most enjoyable parts were definitely the bonds that came out of these newly formed friendships. Younger acting crew did an amazing job. In comparison to the older and experienced ahjussi crew (I'll get to them in a bit), they've got some serious talent. It must have been a huge undertake for both Woo Do-hwan and Lee Sang-yi to live up to the expectations of the entire team behind this drama. And they did it. They absolutelly slayed.

If you still haven't watched this drama, trust me when I say these two cinnamon rolls will instantly win your heart right at the beginning of the first episode. They're like the most perfect two besties you'd want to be besties with too. And yeah, you'll suffer thru all the horrors just to see them win the biggest battle of their lives. Gosh, every time I tried typing something coherent about them it just ended up being lots of crying shaking throwing up. They're the best, ok? And this is best I can do. ╥﹏╥

And while our marine boys scratched so many itches around this platform, I have to mention the absolute gentlemen that starred in this series and swept me off my feet *deepest sigh ever*

So many great actors took part in Bloodhounds, it's hard to believe my own eyes at times. Whoever was in charge of the casting did a killer job. I couldn't even take the bad guys seriously because they're freakishly handsome. Well, at least not until Kim Myung-gil brutally ended my favourite ahjussi trio damn you ep 6

What started as an obsession over two young marine guys and their bromance ended up as a hole in my heart over downfall of three middle aged criminals men and a will to trade all the money and gold bars for their lives. And more importantly, a huge appreciation for Korean actors over the age of 40.

No, let's be real. They're handsome and talented and great at their job and deserve all the love and support. With that in mind... here's a tiny screenshot dump because it would be a shame not to post it:

And I want to be normal about them and move on in peace but *internal screams* I've already mentioned Lee Hae-young in one of my earlier posts, addressing my obsession with the character he portrays, the sushi restaurant owner Hwang Yang-jung. And I know many people are obsessed with him too. But no one is speaking up. Which is silly. And tbh I really thought there would be more gifs of him and other men but...there's close to none? Can we talk about how fine this man is? How fine this whole ahjussi crew is? Can we... can we just acknowledge they sliced us all in tiniest pieces possible and burned us all till we turned into charcoal? Can we make a mess of kdrama side of tumblr by excessively posting about them? Pretty please?

It's true, I came for the boys, but stayed for these men. I'm not even joking when I say kdrama has me in a chokehold again, but this time for a whole new reason. Dropping everything just to watch series and movies these guys took part in sounds like the best idea at the moment. I even forgot about the new releases I started watching, which makes me laugh at myself, but... it is what it is. At some point, a girl just has to obsess over her favourite ahjussi, and that's okay.

[punsmaster69]

27/SEP/20XX

tori invited me over to bake with her today.

we're probably makin' a pie.

gonna leave my journal here, i'll write the rest later tonight.

——

"I have already prepped the ingredients, so we just need to mix, form, and bake!"

"sounds good."

"Oh! But first-"

she opened a drawer and suddenly a large white shirt was being pulled over my skull.

"The baking shirt!"

"the... baking shirt?"

"It is in case you spill something. This way, your clothes will not be stained! Frisk usually wears the shirt, but it seems to fit you as well."

"...fit is a bit of an overstatement."

the 'baking shirt' is a giant white shirt that stops just above my knees in length.

it probably used to be tori's.

"you're sayin' i'm as messy as a child, then?"

"Well..."

"...yeah, that's fair."

we ended up with a little too much filling, so tori prompted to just eat it ourselves.

"It'll be our little secret!"

she happily lifted a spoonful of the dripping butterscotch-cinnamon filling mixture into her mouth, handing me a spoon as well.

"maybe you oughta wear one of these shirts too, tori."

i wiped away some of the mix she'd gotten on her face with my thumb, but couldn't quite get it all out of her fur.

"...!!"

"you'll have to rinse the rest."

she stood there with a kind of surprised look on her face for a second, then stuttered out a quiet 'ok' before splashing water on her face at the sink.

....i must've weirded her out a little bit, suddenly touching her face. did it out of habit from when paps was younger, i guess.

sorry, tori.

after putting together the pie we went to her living room to read until the pie was done.

ended up taking a nap instead.

——

when i came to, i wasn't on toriel's couch anymore. i was asleep in her room. she was sitting on the end of the bed.

before i could even say anything, she put her hand over my mouth.

"Shhhh! I do not want Frisk to know you are here."

"what're you treatin' me like a fugitive for all of a sudden?"

"If they know that I invited you over while they were gone again, I will never hear the end of their teasing about you."

"what about the pie?"

Tori pointed to the nightstand, where a two slices of pie sat in a plastic container.

"guess that means i'm getting kicked out, then?"

"You will have to go home at SOME point tonight."

"...Unless you'd like to stay here in my room all night."

...

"if you're already being teased about hanging with me as is, i probably shouldn't be in bed with you."

"You're making it sound like we are doing something else.."

suddenly, a knock on the door.

tori grabbed a book, threw her blankets over me, and leaned against me like i was a perfectly normal ball of blankets.

...the detergent she uses is pleasant-smelling.

"Y-yes? You may come in."

i heard the door open.

"Mom, can I-"

"...What are you 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?"

"..I am simply getting cozy!"

"Okay.. anyway, can I have a slice of the pie in there?"

"I hope it is good, I made it with S-"

"Er- love!"

"Is 'love' a new ingredient to your pies?"

"I suppose not.. I hope you will like it anyway."

"Thank you for the 'love' pie!"

i heard the door close, and their footsteps disappear down the hall.

tori quickly unwrapped me from her blankets.

"I hope it was not getting too hot under there."

"i'm good, but.. how am i gonna get home without them seein' me?"

she inspected the window, then formed two right corners with her fingers. tori held them up to me, trying to gauge if i could fit through her window.

"Might be a bit of a tight squeeze.. but, I think you can fit!"

"you sure i won't get stuck?"

"You can almost certainly get through!"

....

yeah, i got stuck.

she tried to pull me back inside, but my shirt got caught on the window.

"tori, wait-"

my shirt tore on the corner of the window, and we went tumbling to the floor.

the door swung open.

"Are you alright?-"

"........."

"h..heya, kid.."

..... can't blame em for the look of disgust on their face.

would be... pretty hard to explain how this happened without it sounding like an excuse.

they silently closed the door, facial expression stuck in the same look of disgust the whole time.

we both sat in an embarrassed silence for about five minutes before anyone spoke.

"I will explain what happened to them later.."

suddenly becoming conscious of my exposed ribs, i grabbed a blanket to cover myself.

"you happen to have a spare shirt?"

she sifted through her drawers, looking for anything that could be close to my size.

"This looks like it could fit alright."

tori held up a blue pajama tee with the words "girl boss" on it.

"....guess it's better than nothing."

tori left the room to go talk to frisk. i followed shortly behind after putting on the new shirt and gathering what was left of my old one from the window.

grabbed my jacket, said an awkward goodbye to frisk, (who was now staring daggers at me) and got home as quickly as possible.

...

i'm still recovering.

[joanofarcbutsilly]

ok i do not care AT ALL i WILL PROJECT ONTO ANY AND ALL CHARACTERS BECAUSE THEY ARENT REAL

ok anyways. hobie headcanons.

(reader is gender neutral and bakes as a hobby, they are also hobie’s neighbor)

hobie values human connection over everything else

fr doesn’t care for aesthetics as long as you are a decent and kind human being (i just mean there is NO WAY he would be one of those “punks” who’s first criteria they judge you on is your clothing choices/makeup, etc)

HE KNOWS THAT THE ULTIMATE FORM OF ANTI CAPITALIST BEHAVIOR IS SHOWING EMPATHY AND COMPASSION FOR YOUR FELLOW MAN.

i simply know that he is nice.

he is so trustworthy. i just know.

just imagine being his neighbor and you haven’t really talked at all yet

and at first he’s pretty intimidating, you can tell he won’t put up with any shit, but you need some yeast!!! you’re making cinnamon rolls!!!

so you force yourself to knock on his door and when he answers you stutter your way through your question while he’s got an eyebrow raised

“yeast?” he frowns a little as he’s thinking, “lemme check, yeah?”

you just nod because that went so much better than expected and he leaves you bounce on your heels to get rid of some of your nerves while he goes back into his apartment

he comes back and he’s got a few little packets in hand and a grin on his face, “found some, figured i’d give them all over, not much of a baker.”

you thank him ofc and offer to bring him some treats when you’re done

his eyes crinkle when he smiles, “depends on what you’re makin”

when you make them and bring some back over to share he insists on a little bit of a trade

he explains he enjoys doing some artsy stuff and gives you a tiny little pin he’s made with a little shrug (it’s a little ladybug), “fo’ your bag or somethin’”

of course you put it on your jacket

whenever you two cross paths and you’ve got his pin on he loves to flick it with a finger and asks where you got it with a smug little look on his face

you two have got a comfortable little bartering system going of food and art (ok but imagine hobie loving the idea of you using your confections as “tickets” to your own private concert)

he’s got a horrible singing voice (he knows it, it’s also canon) but he still loves to hum along when he plays, and he insists you join in, no matter how horrible you are (he will poke fun at you however. cant stop him.)

he trys to teach you guitar and all the instruments he knows

in return you try teaching him how to bake

he gets annoyed by how everything has to be “just so” with baking, but absolutely loves decorating!

he loves picking the colors for frosting hehe

he gets you to help him make some cookies for his band mates and friends :)

ran out of ideas ☹️ just thought this was sweet ☹️

I JUST THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE A CUTE LITTLE WAY TO BE INTRODUCED INTO EACH OTHER’S LIVES

[extrastranszanepropaganda]

OK SO APH/ZANE/AARON IS THE POLYCULE EVER AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND

I have a little MyStreet rewrite cooking in my head that’s got this pretty prominently so yeah! Anyways have some HCs!!!

Aaron

Acts like he’ll kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll

People thinks he’s smart, but it’s just because he’s really quiet

He’s actually really fucking dumb /affectionate

Has a very weezy laugh

He/she/they, though most people use he

(Considering having him FTM He/Him but I can’t decide)

Didn’t really know much about gender and sexuality and stuff instill his sister came out as lesbian and she gave him a crash course

Used to struggle with internalized homophobia thanks to her dad being an ass but is now very comfortable in his own skin

Love language is physical touch and is chronically touch deprived, especially due to their years of isolation (just like me fr)

Intimidating when you first meet him, but I can guarantee you he’s secretly shitting his pants out of fear

A.K.A Social Anxiety Prime

RBF

Is such a worry wart, especially towards Zane and Aphmau

Used to have consistent nightmares, but ever since sharing a bed with Zane and Aphmau, they’ve pretty much stopped

On top of physical touch, he likes to do small acts of service

If either of his partners have a nightmare, she holds them through it and wakes up early the next day so that way they wake up to hot cocoa with cinnamon and a splash of vanilla extract

His favorite food is anything with Cinnamon!

Aphmau

Acts like a cinnamon roll, will actually kill you

“Excuse me they asked for no pickles”

A plus sized queen!

She/Her but prefers masculine descriptors i.e. sir, Mr, boyfriend (looks pointedly at her being called the lord of phoenix drop rather than the lady)

Is super sweet and helpful unless you tick her off or mess with friends, at that point, may God bless your soul

Love language is acts of service and gift giving!!

This is super evident in MCD and it peaks through in Mystreet as well! So that definitely stays

Has a tendency to give too much and burn herself out

Anytime she finds a cool rock she has to keep it

Her giving you a rock is a big deal! It means she cares a lot, enough to give it away

Due to growing up poor she has a tendency to stock up on non perishable food and stress if they don’t have enough

Definitely had a crush on Katelyn when they were younger, it passed with time though

Is really smart common sense wise, really into logic puzzles and stuff

She knows everything. Your secret? I think you mean our secret.

Less so with book smarts but give her time and let her put what she needs to know in song form and she’s got it

ADHD

How does she learn these secrets? Well that’s between her and God

Her favorite food is Mangos and Mochi anything!

And last but certainly not least, Zane!

Looks like he’ll kill you, and depending on the day, he’ll either kill you or actually be a cinnamon roll

Was raised with ye old fashioned toxic masculinity drilled into his head by Garte leaving him really insecure about his gender and gender expression

Around college, he started coming more into his own and wearing makeup out and about (all of this up to now is p much cannon btw)

The divergence come when he also starts experimenting in other ways to like sometimes wearing skirts and the occasional dress

It still takes years for them to stop bringing an extra pair of more masculine clothes with him in case he gets too stressed or sees someone in public

They/He but doesn’t mind the occasional she

Asexual

While he really loves the colors pastel pink and purple, he still mainly wears black with those as accents

Has a backpack/bag they take EVERYWHERE

Going out? Take the bag. Going on a trip? Take the bag. Leaving the room? Take the bag.

Mans could survive the apocalypse with all the stuff he keeps in there. I’m taking sewing thread and needles, bandaids, Neosporin, fidget, toys, stuff, to doodle with, a book for when he gets bored, headphones, etc.

Has Autism

MLP Special Interest

Has emotional support Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle figurines in their bag (they remind him of Aaron and Aphmau respectively)

Mainly does vocal Stims but is not immune to hand flap propaganda

Sensory adverse (that’s what the point of the mask usually is)

Loves his mom very much, even if she can be a bit loud

Daddy issues, him and Aaron bond over this

His love language is quality time and gift giving (they regularly steal one of their father’s credit cards) (Garte has barely noticed)

Is the type to quietly sit beside or across from one of his partners when their stressed, maybe give them one of his hands and be a quiet comfort as he scrolls on the Internet, showing them cat videos/my little pony art

That or be like “You’re sad” throw a change of clothes at them and say “Get up we’re going to Olive Garden, don’t worry I’m paying”

Notices when his friends/partners look at something too long and you can bet your bippy that you’ll be receiving that during your next birthday/Christmas or maybe just tomorrow if he can’t wait

Honestly very book smart, he just doesn’t mention it

Has a PHD, though no one but Aphmau knows of what, the whole friend group have a betting pool on what it is and who will find out first (Aphmau didn’t count, she knows everything)

Loves hyperpop

Favorite Food is the pink Monster Energy Drink, dw that that’s not actually food

[aerascreamer]

Clean Feathers

Summary: Being an amphitere, preening is an important activity for Dick. And over the years, he has found many people willing to help him.

The crowd’s cheers came muffled into the back stage of the tent. The equestrian acrobats finished prepping their horses while the Flying Graysons added the final touches to their costumes.

Dick kept twitching and pulling on his unitard, excitement mixing with nervousness. He couldn’t wait to be on the trapeze: all the way up there his family and him would fly for the public, shining under the projectors. But the earlier confrontation with that Zucco guy still loomed at the back of his mind.

His mom finished tying a vest around his dad’s dragon form: their act all about defying gravity, so they tied their wings together to really sell the show and put the public on the edge of their seat. It was a routine procedure, but this night, Dick felt uncomfortable.

The youngest of the aerialist shifted into his dragon form and preened his feathers again. The repetitive motion always helped him get excess energy out of his body.

“You’re ready, Robin?,” his father asked as he approached the young boy.

Dick shifted back and nodded.

“Yeah.”

The man left out a hum.

“You really sound nervous.”

“I… just can’t stop thinking about the guy from before.”

“Our director took care of it, you don’t have to worry about anything, son.”

Dick’s dad ruffled his hair and gently hushed him toward his mom. He greeted the strong man as he came back from his performance when he saw an unfamiliar silhouette lurking near the technical systems. A chill run down his spine but before he could say anything, the ring master’s voice called their names. Dick took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of doom in his stomach and focus on the show.

—

Dick snatched another pillow from a guest room. He stepped back intro the corridor on the tip of his toes, looking around to make sure no-one was awake, and swiftly made his way to the room he got assigned at Wayne Manor. The young boy struggled to call it his, but with Bruce allowing him to custom pretty much whatever he wanted, the place felt a little less… cold. But didn’t feel like his room, nor did the Manor feel like home.

The young man reached the door of the bedroom and opened it slowly to make sure it didn’t creak. Thankfully, the hinges were oiled and carefully maintained. The hinges in Dick’s trailer at the circus always made a small comforting noise whenever he used it. The boy dropped the pillow in his hands on top of the dozens spread in a loose circle on the bed. He climbed in the middle of the make shift nest and rearranged it to his likings. But as he changed to his draconic body and nuzzled in his space, he found his heart aching for more. The pillows smelled like lavender, not the stronger cinnamon. They were bare with no hand sewn patterns while the fabric was really dull in colour. They felt comfortable, much like any pillow, but… they also felt cold, absent…

Dick starter to pluck the feathers on his chest. He spread them around his nest, ignoring the pain stinging the bare part of his skin. The amphitere hopped they would bring more warmth, more softness… anything to make the ache of loneliness go away.

A whine escapes his mouth and his body shook as his sobs grew stronger. The young boy tried to stay as silent as possible, not wanting anyone to come. He wasn’t ready to deal with Bruce or Alfred. He wasn’t ready to deal with anything, the sorrow threading to burst his chest. He just wanted to be with his ma and pa, to feel their weight against him as he fell asleep.

A knock startled him.

“Dick, are you ok?”

The amphitere hissed and shifted to his human form. The wyvern’s nsane level go hearing really crept Dick out.

“Go away!”

The door slightly opened and Bruce poked his head inside.

“I heard you crying, I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.”

“I’m fine.”

Bruce stared at him. Dick stared back. After a few long seconds, Dick broke contact and hid in his pillows.

“I want to be alone.”

Heavy steps made the floors creak as Bruce approached him.

“Did you pluck your feathers?”

“Go away. I told you I’m fine.”

Dick hid his face in his pillow. He hoped the man would take the hint and leave but soon enough, he felt the side of his bed sink. The young boy turned his head to glare at the man before pulling a blanket over himself.

After a long moment of silence, Bruce’s weight shifted and he asked:

“Do you want tea? Alfred often brew me a cup of chamomile when I couldn’t sleep after my parents’ death.”

Dick hesitated, before peaking from his pillow.

“I…want cinnamon tea.”

Bruce nodded.

Dick got up and followed his guardian into the kitchen. The tall man quickly found the Alfred’s tea stash and pick out a bag full of the bark extract. As they waited for the water to boil, Dick sat at the large kitchen table while trying to avoid making eye contact with Bruce. The young boy shifted his weight around, an awkward feeling picking under his skin.

“Do you often pluck your feathers?” Bruce asked.

Dick stilled.

“No.”

“You’re feeling worse lately?”

“I’m fine.”

The boy put his arms on the table and buried his face. He could her faint drum of his mentor’s finger against the marble furniture while the whistles of the kettle grew louder. After a few more minutes, Bruce turned off the stove and fetched two cups before setting the hot drinks in front of them. Dick grabbed the cup, blowing air onto the hot tea. Once cooled down, he slowly sipped at the drink. It tasted almost like at home, yet something was missing… maybe sugar? He couldn’t remember what his parents added to his tea.

“I miss my parents.”

Dick’s words escaped his mouth after a long moment of silence.

“I miss… being able to curl under their wings. I…I miss playing with their feathers or… or performing with them!”

His voice grew louder with despair like the pain in his chest.

“I want them to be there ! I want to be on stage by their side! I want them to preen me and sing me top sleep!”

Dick sobbed and tried to wipe his tears away. His body shook and ached, his chest tightening under the pain. Soon enough, Bruce sat next to the young acrobat and grabbed him under his arm. Dick leaned into the man’s side, his cries growing louder. He whined as Bruce brushed a hand in his hair, a motion both his parents liked to do.

After a little while, Dick’s sobs receded, leaving his body exhausted and shaking. He sniffed and looked at the tea on the table, probably lukewarm if not already cold. Still he reached for it and finished the spicy drink. Bruce leaned to grab his own tea and the two fell back into silence. Then the man got up and the empty cups into the dishwasher. A deep feeling of longing pierced through Dick’s heart and the boy took a deep breath to ask:

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Bruce turned to him with a surprised but sad expression.

“Of course.”

Dick’s guardian picked him up and made his way to his bedroom. The boy then decided to shift to his dragon form and wrapped himself around Bruce like he did with his dad. The man readjusted his grip and kept on walking. Once in his room, Bruce suddenly sat on the floor before shifting too. The large wyvern wrapped his wings around the small amphitere. The dragonet curled against his chest, the warmest point of the reptilian where his fire is created. And with the tip of his wing claw, Bruce gently went over Dick’s feathers to clean them from dirt.

-

The afternoon sun casted a golden hue over the Titan’s living room. Dick and his team, as well as a few other heroes, lounged in the lazy warmth of the headquarters after a long international mission across countries. The vigilante sat behind Donna as he braided her hair and helped his friend find a cute haircut.

From the corner of his eye, he looked around the room and all the heroes enjoying the evening: Garth, Victor and Garfield played a game on the extra large TV while Kory and Cassie happily chatted further away. Raven floated a few inches from the ground with a large book in her hands near Kon and Bart, who helped Tim remove the leftover pieces of his shedding. The drake clawed at the floor with irritation at the long process. Behind Dick, Wally and Roy were enthusiastically (but loudly) telling the latest exploits of their kids as they basked in a warm spot. Damian and Jon tried to catch their tails, and the two older heroes indulged in their game while still holding up their conversation.

With a content smile, Dick finished tying Donna’s hair and held one mirror behind her.

“This style’s better?”

Donna held up the second mirror and nodded.

“Yes! And can you take a few pictures?”

“Sure.”

The young man snapped photos with his friend’s phone until she turned around and asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Has anyone helped you with preening yet?”

Dick chuckled.

“Not yet, but it’s fine. I like helping others better.”

Donna shook her head and got up.

“Come on, you deserve some pampering too.”

“I’m ok, I swear I don’t need-”

A growl cut him short. Tim rushed in front of Dick and made a disapproving noise.

“You keep yapping about itchy feathers but you don’t do anything about it! We can help.”

“I promise you two I’m fine!” Dick argued.

Another growl. Dick looked at Donna who crossed her arms and looked at the vigilante with a stern look. Wally popped up next to her with an identical expression on his snout, and the vigilante could feel both Roy’s and Damian’s glare drilling the back of his skull

“Ugh, fine.”

He shifted and spread his wings for easier access. The little group got together to clean the dirt from the few scales Dick had and remove the sheath still stuck to his feathers. For a short minute, a tug of sadness pulled at his heart who still missed his parents’ affection. But as he was being cleaned up, Dick soaked in the warmth coming from not only the sun passing through the windows, but also from the presence of his friends and family around him. Then the amphitere slowly drifted to sleep, happy to feel the weight a few others joining in for a nap.

-

Thank you for reading! If you have writing suggestions, please write in comments! Also, don't fortget to check my ao3 series to learn about the world building of this au!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ok ok. Hear me out.

Little brainrot here.

We will soon get to explore Fontaine and discover its underwater treasures, right ?

So, what about Foul Legacy with merperson!reader ?

I often dream about being a mermaid myself, freely swimming in clear waters, diving through algae and kelp forests while dancing with the other fish ; and, last night, I actually had a dream about this that happened to take place in Teyvat.

I’d like to think that Fontaine is the perfect place to meet mermaids, even though you can also see them in deep rivers, lakes or even the other seas that hold their place in the world. Foul Legacy probably found himself lost in these watery lands once, maybe while trying to get to Liyue. The only person he thought would be safe to stay with would probably be Zhongli, and yet the voice in his head constantly whispering how this idea is the only one he has left to follow suddenly quiets down once he hears the melodious voices of seafolks bloom all around him, most of them being slightly muffled but the waters they like to hide under. Like with everyone else, they tend to be wary of him, staying away from his monstrous form even though he can see glimmers of curiosity in their dark eyes. And, terrified at the idea of frightening them even more -he wouldn’t want to hurt such beautiful creatures by accident !- he keeps his distance too, silently watching them from the shadows, trilling curiously from time to time.

Now, I think merpeople communicate with a wide range of sounds, going from the entrancing songs of whales or the sharp clicks of dolphins to sounds so deep even he has trouble them, marvelling at how ethereal all of this is. This language is a little bit similar to the one he uses, and yet he can’t really bring himself to understand the nuances. This is why it takes him a few seconds to realise that the inquisitive chirps that echo not far from him are those of a merperson trying to communicate with him until his eyes fall upon their elegant silhouette.

Despite the fear of hurting them and the quite peculiar language barrier, our cinnamon roll of an Abyss creature lowers himself to bring his masked visage to their level. He almost falls into the water when their small, webbed hands come graze the ridges of his crimson mask and horns, detangling his fluffy hair and mane, droplets of water going still upon meeting the thick, yet incredibly soft surface of his purple fur. What he can only interpret as being happy coos and trills cross the edge of their salt-covered lips, and Foul Legacy quickly finds himself talking back with an enthusiasm that only matches their own, starry wing fluttering in delight every time their voice start humming a song. And he is quite surprised to see other merpeople approach him after a few days of peacefully interacting with us, their voices and tunes forming an echo that could mesmerise the coldest of hearts.

Maybe Liyue can wait, after all.

- 🫧 anon

🫧 anon i love you so much thank you for this delicious MEAL!!! also i am soso excited for Fontaine especially underwater exploration!! it reminds me of the underwater areas in another game i play it's soooo pretty

Foul Legacy could spend hours listening to you talk- of course, all the merpeople have lovely voices, but you're his favorite, being the first to approach him without fear. you, like him, are quite curious, countless questions always glittering in your eyes, questions that he can't quite understand. but even with the language barrier, Legacy finds himself basking in your voice, the familiarity of something close to his own language making him purr in delight, craning his head back so you can scratch under his chin

luckily Foul Legacy still LOOOOVES water, even if he's not an aquatic creature himself. it comes with having a Hydro vision, but he loves to swim and can hold his breath for a very long time!! at first you'll simply bring him items you found that you thought were pretty, since you're very much aware that some tales paint merpeople as vicious and bloodthirsty; you only ask if he wants to come swimming with you after you both trust each other, pointing to him, then the water, and tilting your head with an inquisitive trill. and if he accepts you clap your hands in joy, a beam spreading across your cheeks and webbed ears twitching happily. you adore the look of amazement on Legacy's face, as well as how bubbles float from his fanged maw when he attempts to chirp underwater- plus, now he can see your scales and markings in the sunlight too!!

i think Fontaine and Liyue are going to be connected, by land and by water, so if you must, you'll also show him how to get back to Liyue via the waterways of Fontaine. you really don't want to- it's been a long time since you've had such an amazing friend- but you know he misses the safety of Liyue like a fish misses the sea, so you'll take him to the border between the two nations and point out the way he needs to go in order to return. before he leaves, though, you give him one final gift- a luminescent seashell you found years ago, waiting for the right moment and right person to give it to, since there's nothing better than watching someone's face light up as you give them a gift. he's sure to treat it carefully, cupping the delicate object in his claws and crooning his heartfelt thanks, giving you one final lick on the cheek, which you greet with a kiss of your own before watching him depart with a mournful smile

Legacy turns back once, for a final glance, but when he looks to the sea, you're already gone

[densi-mber]

Rushing Home with their Treasures

“Ooh, what about this?” Deeks asked, holding up a tiny green and red elf costume.

“I don’t know,” Kensi said, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “It’s cute, but also kind of ugly.” She rested her hand over her stomach, absentmindedly rubbing a few times. “Those dresses are really cute, though,” she added.

Deeks followed her gaze to the smallest imaginable velvet dress with a poofy skirt.

“That is adorable,” he agreed. “We could get it.”

“But then we’re going to end up with three possible sets of everything to cover all the possible girl/boy scenarios. Besides, we’re supposed to be getting gifts for family and friends, not the twins.”

They’d taken advantage of a afternoon when neither of them had any appointments or work to knock out some of their holiday shopping. The giant display of baby paraphernalia had sent them on a half hour detour.

“Ok, where do you want to head first?”

“Well, I thought since Rosa’s gift is probably going to be at least partially custom-made, we should probably get that taken care of before it gets too busy,” Kensi suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” He saw Kensi give the baby clothes another look before finally turning in the direction of the jewelry department.

“How can I help you today?” the assistant at the jewelry counter asked as they approached. “We have some lovely pieces on sale today and all earrings in this display are 50% off.”

“Thank you, but we’re actually looking for a pendant for our daughter,” Deeks explained. “This is what we had in mind.”

An hour later, they walked away from the counter with pamphlets, paperwork, and the promise of their personally designed necklace in a week’s time. In the end, they’d settled on a design a series of interlocking hearts that incorporated each of their birthstones, with space to include the twins’ once they were born.

To some, it might sound slightly cheesy, but Rosa valued anything that linked her to her found family. From the pictures spaced throughout the house, to Deeks and Kensi’s names on her school forms. The necklace just happened to be a very purposeful and more extravagant addition.

“I think she’s going to love it,” Kensi said, examining the example pictures they’d been given. They strolled past a couple food vendors on their way out and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. “Mm, cinnamon rolls.”

She gave Deeks a sly look, and he chuckled, veering off towards the Cinnabon. “C’mon, we can’t let you and the Pastry Babies starve. Especially when there’s literal pastry to be had.”

Kensi looped her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“So, where to next?” Deeks asked once they both had cinnamon rolls the size of his head in hand.

Peeling off a strip of glaze-covered dough, Kensi slowly at it while she considered his question. “That boutique Anna likes is across the mall, we’re getting Rountree and Fatima’s gifts at the Christmas market, so maybe your mom’s?”

“Sure. Though we are definitely not getting items 2, 3, or 7 from her wish list.”

“Oh, you mean the lingerie, dirty truth or dare game, and aphrodisiac gift basket?” Kensi said, licking icing off her finger. “Yeah, I’m thinking we need to pass those on to Arkady.”

“Ew,” Deeks commented, giving a full-body shudder. “Ok, you want to meet up in the accessories? I’m gonna grab some coffee to wash down the sugar and hopefully burn the thought of aphrodisiacs, my mom, and Arkady from my mind.”

Snorting, Kensi leaned in for a kiss. “See you in a few.”

Deeks joined the line for one of the many coffee shops sprinkled around the mall’s main floor. When Kensi was out of sight, he ducked out of line, making a beeline for the baby department. It only took a few minutes to locate the racks of Christmas outfits they’d looked at earlier.

He grabbed the tiny green dress, smiling as he headed for the register.

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A/N: So much fluff this densimber! And yes, I’m still manifesting twins all day, every day.

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Under The Mistletoe

Yeonjun x gn!reader

Warnings - established relationship, mentions of food, drinking alcohol, kissing, use of pet names, reader is a little bit of a jerk when stressed out!

Genre - Fluff, a little bit of angst...?

Notes - this is just a little Christmas drabble/one shot. ^^

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Christmas shopping. The bane of your existence. Usually, during the holiday season you've only ever had to worry about close friends or a few select family members. But this year, your stupid self had decided to throw an entire party.

♥️-A week ago-💚

"You know ___, we haven't seen you in so long, it's shame that our reunion has to be at such a shabby place like this." Your mom says while reaching across the table for the last bottle of soju.

She was right, drinking soju at diner late at night wasn't where people usually thought to meet up when planning a family reunion. But as your parents visit was so last minute, this would have to do.

"Mn." You mumble in agreement, to drunk to form actual words. You didn't usually drink this much but you decided to let your parents spoil you as they haven't seen you in what feels like forever.

"Christmas is coming up, why don't you visit us for the holidays?" Your father suggests. "We could build snowmen in the yard, just like when you were little."

"Traveling is too expensive. Plus Yeonjun gets sick from both long car rides and plane rides." As much as you want to go, your boyfriend always comes first. You won't go on a trip like that without him. Especially during the holiday season.

"Yeonjun can take care of himself for a week or two can he not?" Your mom seems a little annoyed now, your boyfriend always seems to get in the way of things.

"Mom, I'm not about to leave Yeonjun here during the best month of the year. Yeonjun and I have been so excited to finally spend some time off together." You look at your mom apologetically. "Maybe some other time."

Your dad gives you an understanding look. "Yes, maybe some other time then."

Suddenly your mom's face lights up with excitement. "Or maybe we could visit you instead!"

Your father lets out an exasperated sigh. "Don't push it honey. She already said no."

"Just think about it! I mean, we're already here so why not celebrate Christmas a little early?"

That actually isn't a bad idea... it isn't a bad idea at all.

You eagerly nod your head, too drunk to actually think this through. All you know is that you want to spend time with your beloved parents.

♥️-Present-💚

So here you are now, anxiously making your way through the many shops in the mall, Yeonjun running to catch up with you.

"What's left on the list?" You turn around to face Yeonjun. "We have candles, streamers, baking supplies, and table cloth...." You look stressed, rummaging through your plastic shopping bags to make sure you have everything.

"Babe calm down. We can always come back tomorrow too if we forget anything." Yeonjun rubs your arm gently, reassuring you.

"But tomorrow is decorating day! And then the day after that is when we start prepping food for the next day, which is when they come over!"

"Hey, it's just your parents. They're not going to care if this party is a little messy."

"Yeah AND whatever friends they decide to bring!" You start speed walking down to the next store. A tiny shop selling cute little pieces of Christmas decor.

Suddenly, the scent of cinnamon invades your senses, calming you down slightly. You always loved the smell of cinnamon. A scent you'd often run into around this time of year. A sign signifying that Christmas is just right around the corner. "This place is nice, less people too. You think this shop sells ornaments?" You mumble to yourself, lost in your own little word as you scan over the place for what you need.

"Hey ___, check this out." Yeonjun holds up a small mistletoe.

You don't bother turning around to look at him. "If its not an ornament then I don't really care right now."

Yeonjun pouts sadly. "Ok...."

What you don't see though, is Yeonjun quietly slipping the piece of mistletoe to the cashier.

"Yeah, just this. My partner is still looking around."

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A few hours later you find yourself carrying at least ten bags filled to the brim with party supplies.

"Ugh so heavy......" you grunt, trying to fit as much as you can into the car trunk. "Yeonjun, help me out will you? You haven't been doing anything all day, the least you could do is help me fit this stuff in the car."

"But I have..... nevermind." Yeonjun's too tired to protest, helping you run these errands all day wore him out.

Shoving the rest of your stuff into the back seat, you turn to Yeonjun, a look of guilt in your eyes. "Could you drive...? I'm really tired..."

Yeonjun sighs. "Yeah, sure."

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Once home, you immideantly got to work.

"Where would be a good place for these paper snowflakes...." You contemplate while staring at your yet to be decorated living room wall.

"___, I thought you said we would start the party setup tomorrow...?" Yeonjun looks at you with tired eyes.

"Yeah, but why not be efficient and start now? We have time." You walk over towards your boyfriend. "Here, why don't you hang up these?" You hand Yeonjun a pile of dark blue streamers and ribbons.

"Yeah whatever you want, I'm gonna go rest for a bit first though. The mall took a lot out of me."

"Come on... don't be so lazy! It's just putting up a couple of things." Yeonjun knew your words were light hearted and not meant to be taken so seriously, but at that moment, something in him just.... snapped.

"I've been helping you literally all day. I need sleep, so please leave me be."

You give him a confused look.

He was joking.

....right?

"Helping me? You haven't done anything other then carry the shopping bags all day! Yes, I appreciated that, but we were supposed to be looking around TOGETHER. It felt like I was doing everything!" What Yeonjun said was just a simple 'let me rest', but at those words all the past events and stress you were holding inside you just seemed to come bursting out again. "Honestly, all of this would have been so much easier if we had just went on the trip to my parents."

"You know I can't go on planes ___. I can't control my fear."

"Exactly, we're always stuck here while other people actually go out and do stuff! Enjoying their holiday break!"

"do you not.... enjoy spending the holidays with me?"

"God, Yeonjun that's not the point. I should have just gone on the trip without you."

"....what?" Yeonjun looks at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

The effect of your words finally dawns on you.

"Shit, Yeonjun I-"

"I need to get some air."

You had fucked up. Big time. Yeonjun had done nothing but support you through this whole party mess and now he had just walked out the front door due to your stupidity .

Fuck.

You try calling him multiple times but he never picks up. None of your friends have seen him either. You end up staying up on the living room couch to wait for him, but decide to give up and head to bed at around midnight.

Sure you and Yeonjun have had arguments in the past before, but none of them ever got this bad.

You're sure he'll be back by the morning.

You're sure of it.

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He indeed does come back before morning. You wake up to Yeonjun pacing around the house, finishing touching up the last of the decorations.

"....Yeonjun" You speak, but he just brushes past you, not even sparing you a glance. "...ok then."

He probably just needs some space, which you understand. You were incredibly rude to him yesterday.

Yes, you want to respect his boundaries and give him the time he needs before you guys talk. But... you didn't expect for him to need this long.

He ignores you again the next day, silently making food beside you but not with you.

He ignores you again the day after that, greeting guests by the door, smiling as he tells them to enjoy the party.

That was enough.

You cant host a party together without actually being together.

"Yeonjun." You grab him by the wrist, catching him before he can escape. "We need to talk."

He finally looks at you. It feels like an eternity ago when you last saw his beautiful dark brown eyes. "Does it have to be now? We have people over."

"Well if you hadn't been ignoring me, maybe this whole thing would already be resolved."

"There you go again. Blaming me over something as stupid as this."

"Excuse me?" Your once guilty look immideantly turns into a glare, staring daggers at Yeonjun. "Just.... let me say something before we start arguing again." You close your eyes. You may now be a little bit angry, but you're still in the wrong. Apologizing is the right thing to do. "I'm sorry.... What I said the other day... That was fucked up. I was stressed and shouldn't have taken it out on you. And Yeonjun, I do enjoy spending the holidays with you. I enjoy spending every day with you. Please forgive me." You look up at him, pleading eyes begging for forgiveness.

"___ I-"

"Mistletoe!" Someone shouts

You look to see one of your friends pointing above your head. "....What?" You glance back at Yeonjun to see a sheepish look on his face.

"Shit I forgot about that..."

Finally, you tilt your head up, finding that same piece of mistletoe from the mall dangling from your living room ceiling.

"When did we...?"

"I bought it. Thought we'd have a romantic moment and kiss or something."

"Then let's kiss."

"I.... huh?" Yeonjun"s eyes grow wide with surprise.

"We're under the mistletoe. Isn't that the rule? We have to kiss." You lean forward, a smile on your face.

"Yeah... I mean I guess..." Yeonjun's usual flirtatious behavior is long gone. Caught off guard by your comment, he stands there not knowing what to say.

You grow impatient and just go for it.

Suddenly it's like the whole party has been forgotten. Your lips connect with his, melting into the sweet kiss. You wrap your arms around Yeonjun's neck, encouraging him to do something. He finally kisses you back, giving you one last peck after before he pulls away from you.

"So.... You forgive me?"

"I don't know... is kissing me your way of saying sorry?"

"uhm.... yes.......?"

"If getting into arguments means getting a kiss as nice as this after, we should fight more often." Your roll your eyes at his comment.

"Ok, but all jokes aside... I'm truly sorry. I love you so so much. Please don't ever forget that."

Yeonjun pulls you into a hug.

"Love you too."

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Selfshiptober Day 9: Music / Masquerade 

Border from @saradika-graphics

"Are you ready?" Aza held out a hand towards Phoenix. His red vest hugged him snugly in a comfortable looking fit, a black dress shirt underneath with sleeves that flowed out from the wrists. (You can see the outfit here: https://pin.it/Nji991qXf)

His face was half covered with a leather mask shaped like a stag. Tied securely to his head with a black ribbon. (You can see the mask here: https://pin.it/7GG8RsS1j)

Phoenix grabbed their hand with a smile. Their outfits contrasting a bit against Aza's darker ensemble.

The young bard wore a white dress blouse with sleeves that went down to the middle of their upper arms, completed with a black and grey striped vest and a pair of black slacks. (You can see their outfit here: https://pin.it/4wnG7iaoG)

Their face was half covered by a red- brown leather dog shaped mask that ended right above their nose. (The top right picture on this pin, except Phoenix's ends right above the muzzle: https://pin.it/4Fi6fZHiq)

His fingers closing around Phoenix's hand in a firm yet gentle grip, Aza proceeded to lead his partner through the double doors. The silence of the night suddenly giving way to bright lights and music. Colors and outfits in every style filling the couple's view as people in different shapes masks walked past them.

Tonight was Phoenix and Aza's date night. A surprise that Aza had planned for a few weeks now. Apparently to get people in the mood for the upcoming Halloween holiday, some of the town's residents had chosen to create a masquerade event. Free to anyone as long as you dressed up and wore any kind of mask.

Despite the event originally seeming to be a bit low key in the ad, it was clear that all of the participants put a lot of thought in not only the event itself, but their outfits too.

Inside the building a small band played various forms of music. The members dressed in simple outfits and masks, to make it more comfortable for them to play their music. Event-goers filled the area, dancing with their partners and friends, or eating some of the food provided.

There were skull shaped scones flavored with various types of berries. Sugar cookies frosted to look like skeletal animals. White chocolate covered pretzels with red chocolate splattered across them. Fudge brownies with white chocolate spider web shaped designs on top. Jack O Lanterns that gave the slight scent of cinnamon, skewered with fruit that was threaded through skewers. Along with a variety of both alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks.

The couple walked over to the food stand. Phoenix trying spiced cider while Aza tasted something mixed with vodka and juice. (For anyone curious, the drink can be seen here: https://pin.it/yTJ0b9PmY)

"Oh?" Phoenix jumped a bit as someone gently bumped into their side. They turned to look at the person, their eyes widening in glee as they saw who it was.

Thimble was standing beside the 2 of them. Hand holding a small paper plate full of various types of food. She was dressed in an outfit that vaguely made Phoenix think of a pirate. A white blouse with puffy sleeves and a low neckline, with high waisted pants that puffed out near the bottoms and black boots. (You can see the outfit here: https://pin.it/4VbH3EPmg)

Its face was covered by a half mask in the shape of a field mouse. (Think of something like this link, but colored instead of being grey: https://pin.it/2HQJUA4cZ)

"Hi" Thimble said, smiling at Phoenix's expression.

"I know we planned for tonight to be a date for just the 2 of us-" Aza spoke up, "but we thought it would be better to surprise you. I hope that's ok?"

Phoenix turned around to Aza. "It's great. Thank you Azzy!" They leaned in to hug their partner, and attempted to give a kiss to his cheek, giving up soon after realizing that their masks made it a bit hard to do so.

The next few minutes was spent with the throuple talking. Pointing out their favorite outfits and masks as people passed by, complimenting the creativity of the food and drinks, and soaking in the atmosphere.

To tell you the truth, events like this weren't usually Phoenix's thing. If it was only them, they'd avoid it at all costs. Maybe try to join the event at a distance just for the experience, but other than that..... Long story short, they were just happy to have Aza and Thimble with them. And to be able to enjoy an event like this with 1 or even both of them, made for a really fun and enjoyable night.

Phoenix was busy taking in the scenery around them, before being snapped out of their thoughts. Both of their partners holding out a hand, accidentally bumping into each other as they did so.

They apologized to each other, turning their attention back to Phoenix.

Did they.... Want to dance?

Phoenix waved their hands dismissively. (I'm not a good dancer." They said, lightly cringing at the thought. "You'd be better off dancing with each other instead."

Thimble gave them a comforting glance, moving his hand to Phoenix's lower back and lightly rubbing as a form of comfort and understanding.

"I can teach you." Aza said, before quickly adding, "Only if you'd want me to."

Phoenix looked at both partners, before hesitantly reaching out a hand to Aza. Taking his hand and relaxing a bit as they felt its comforting grip.

Aza led the throuple to another room, away from the main area. This one was still full of people, but not near as much as the previous room they were in. It was also a bit quieter too. Not as overstimulating, and just quiet enough to still be able to hear the music playing.

"Ready?" Aza asked, turning towards the bard as they held both hands in his.

Phoenix's face was turning a very light shade of red. Slowly becoming embarrassed over what may come next.

"Ready."

The next several minutes were spent with the 2 of them dancing slowly. Thimble sometimes stepping in as a substitute for Aza, as he helped guide Phoenix through some of the more difficult moves.

It was.... Difficult.

Phoenix's joints weren't hurting tonight as much as usual, but the uncertainty has made them a bit stressed. Causing the pain to flare up a bit more. But it still wasn't unbearable. Plus the simple act of spending time with Aza and Thimble was enough to distract them from the majority of the pain.

Phoenix ended up chuckling. A mix of nervousness and enjoyment filling them.

At one point Thimble had left and came back with some drinks for the 3 of them. They all took this chance to sit down and rest. Phoenix playing the dance moves they just learned, over again and again within their head.

Once done, Phoenix took the initiative. Grabbing a partner's hand in each of theirs, they led their partners back to the main room.

Finding an empty spot, they turned to face each partner, moving their hands to each partner's lower back, and attempted to dance with the both of them.

It was awkward, and definitely didn't work with most of the dances Aza previously taught them, but they were all together. And that's all that mattered.

Phoenix laughed, wondering about how absurd they must look to any onlookers. But honestly? They couldn't care any less than they did in that moment.

It felt as if everything fell away until it was only the 3 of them. Dancing to nothing but the music playing in their hearts. And even though this moment only lasted for around an hour, Phoenix could swear that it seemed to last forever.

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