#one partner will excitedly be talking about a book they found out about

[polycraftory]

Biggest book reading polycule mood: going to buy a book you want to read and discovering a copy is already sitting on a partner's shelf in another room.

This has happened three times this week already. It's tuesday.

[bladiegfs]

imagine jing yuan's s/o who's very oblivious to the point that jing yuan's jealous but the s/o thought he's mad😤

oh i love me a dense reader. here ya go!

hush

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 1.1k

➵ so, jing yuan has been quiet today. thankfully, you have your best menace friend tingyun by your side to help you figure out the mystery behind it.

There was a name for it, you think. You’ve heard Tingyun talk about it before, when she was sharing lunch with you post-meeting. It was a passing remark— something she heard through the grapevine about how one of your co-workers was suffering under it after missing their scheduled date with their partner as they slept in. She said it with a feigned air of concern, sighing and motioning with her free hand dramatically.

Ah, yes. You remember now; it was called ‘the silent treatment.’

That must be it, surely. He hasn’t spoken a word to you the whole time you visited his office. Instead, he buried his face in archives and endless books.

You thought it was strange. Normally, he’d have a few remarks or jokes under his sleeve and would talk to you until the very second you have to leave the room. But instead, complete silence greets you. This is the silent treatment, isn’t it?

…But what did you do to make Jing Yuan mad?

You definitely did not miss a date like your co-worker did. Your calendar was clear for the week, and you always look forward to your dates with him, unable to cast it out of your mind. You felt silly about it sometimes— here you were, excitedly counting down the days until you could go on another date with your boyfriend as if you weren’t under the same faction and working closely with him daily.

But if it wasn’t that, what does that leave? You rattled your head for an answer and backtracked on everything you did today, thinking hard. Today, you woke up, prepared your morning drink, and went straight to work. You decided that you could just eat breakfast on breaks instead of eating alone at home.

Right on the dot, you stood up and took your break, made a beeline for one of the stalls to purchase a few Berrypheasant Skewers to share with Jing Yuan later, and a Songlotus Cake for yourself.

Then, a colleague of yours offered to join up, saying they didn’t have time to eat breakfast either, an offer you took. You found it strange that Jing Yuan didn’t swing by at the time he usually did; he’d usually find some lame excuse to even simply walk by your desk as you ate or even send one of those finches that loved him in his stead.

He did give you a visit a little later on when your plate was cleared and you were only spending the last few minutes of your break giggling about some story you heard. As you notice his presence, you put a hand on the table, ready to get up and excuse yourself from the conversation.

In response, his eyebrows shoot up and he gives you a certain unreadable look before giving you a small wave as though dismissing you like you’re merely one of his lieutenants.

But come lunchtime, which is now, Jing Yuan was still nowhere to be seen and completely silent. You swung by his office, but the guards by the door only told you he was busy and to come back later.

And so, you find yourself spending your lunch with Tingyun, sharing the skewers you bought earlier. You sigh after you recollect your entire day to her in hopes that she can help.

“He’s upset, and I don’t know why.”

Tingyun waves a perfectly manicured finger and clicks her tongue, “There is absolutely no way you don’t know why.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be asking you for help if I knew now, did I?” You raise an eyebrow.

As though it was the most obvious thing in the world, Tingyun replies, “[Name], the general is jealous.”

Jealous? The possibility didn’t even cross your mind. “Over what?”

Tingyun gawks at you for a moment before stating matter-of-factly, “Over you laughing so hard with that guy, duh? Picture this, [name]: the general is eating his lunch with the master diviner with a wide smile on his face, laughing at every word she says. What would you feel?”

“I’d find it weird—”

“See!”

“—Because master diviner holds much contempt towards Jing Yuan. They wouldn’t eat together.” You finish.

Tingyun waves her hand frantically, “Okay, okay. Then, what about the fanatics that buy exclusive Jing Yuan photos from me?”

You blink, letting the words hang in the air. You then slowly say, “What photos?”

“It’s a hypothetical,” Tingyun quickly answers. “But if I was selling them, what would you think?”

“I couldn’t really care less when all they do is look while I can touch…”

Tingyun’s expression falls. “Ah, there’s no helping you. Not even Bailu’s most effective herbs and medicines can help that empty head of yours!”

“What?” You narrow your eyes.

“Point is,” Tingyun ignores your comment. “Maybe he just doesn’t wanna see his dearly beloved laughing with just about anyone, you know?”

“Does he?” An awfully familiar voice behind you and Tingyun cuts in.

You two exchange a look before turning around to look at him.

“Ha-ha, General! How… very nice to see you out on a stroll!” Tingyun forces a smile on her face as she stands up with her hands folded behind her back. “But, ah, I’ll have to leave you and [name] to it, alright? Business calls!”

Making her quick getaway, you watch in disbelief as Tingyun disappears into the crowds of Xianzhou Loufu.

Jing Yuan sits in what used to be Tingyun’s spot. “I’m sorry I’m late, love. Yanqing insisted on a few more rematches.”

You couldn’t help the words spouting out your mouth. “So you aren’t mad at me?”

The serene expression on Jing Yuan’s face falters for a moment. He answers, “Why would I be?”

He isn’t answering the question. You decide to test the waters, saying, “You’ve been awfully quiet since this morning and you waved me off when you saw me. I swung by once and you were burying your head in the records. The second time, I was turned away by your guards.”

“…I was? Did they?”

And he isn’t making it any easier for you, either. “You were. And they did.”

“I’m not mad. I couldn’t be mad at you even if I tried.”

“Not mad, then. What about jealous?”

Jing Yuan merely blinks at you.

It doesn’t take long for the silence to blanket the two of you. Then, you call out, “Love.”

“Hm?”

You hesitate a little as you say, “If… If you’re jealous, I want you to know that I love only you.”

With that, Jing Yuan’s expression lightens up and he lets out a laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes. I’ll repeat it as many times as you want me to,” You nod, serious.

“Say it again, then.”

“I love only you.”

“Again?”

“I love only you, Jing Yuan.”

“Ah, again.”

“…You’re just teasing now.”

“I’m not,” Jing Yuan shakes his head with an expression that says that he is. “One more time, please?”

You breathe in and take his hand in yours as you slowly say, “I love you and only you, Jing Yuan.”

The smile on Jing Yuan’s face doesn’t leave for the rest of the day.

[donat-senpai]

Can you please write a platonic Yandere Adrien with (best) friend reader. Reader also has a miraculous, Adrien finds out. Kinda like a scenario

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader

tw: platonic obsession, stealing other people's things

Adrian sighs heavily. Lately, too many problems have been piling up on him. He didn't get a moment's peace at school. His father was constantly demanding something. And Hawk Moth seemed to never sleep. He added work for the heroes at the most inconvenient times. During a recent attack on the city, another person joined the famous hero duo. A little later, Adrian (or Chat Noir, to be precise) learned that Ladybug had nothing to do with it. This made him worry. Who is this person? Can they be trusted? And where did another Miraculous come from that doesn't belong to the guardian of the box? Too many questions filled the blond's head.

———

You greet Adrien with a joyful hug. The boy finally relaxes and forgets all his worries. In your presence, he feels calm. You excitedly start telling him about a new game and make him promise to play it with you this weekend. Adrien looks around the classroom. Every classmate is busy with their own thing. Once (when he had just started going to school) they used to tease you with jokes about being long-lost sibling. You two had just become friends too quickly and easily. Adrien sometimes joked himself that you were actually an Agreste. A bright glint distracts Adrien from his memories, and he notices a new pendant on your chest.

"What’s that?" Adrien asks.

You don't immediately understand what he's talking about. But when you catch his gaze, you start to stammer.

"Oh… Umm… just a piece of jewelry," you answer awkwardly.

"I’ve never seen you wear it before."

"I found it recently in a shop. Just some junk. Doesn't matter," you laugh nervously and change the subject.

Adrien raises an eyebrow in surprise. You've never behaved like this before. So… strange. It's like you're hiding something.

———

The villain throws Chat Noir into some trash cans and moves further into the city center, leading Ladybug away. Cat Noir groans in pain and tries to stand up, not very gracefully. A new hero lands softly next to him and extends a hand.

"I thought cats always land on their feet."

"Ha. Very funny," Chat Noir grumbles, but accepts the help. Chat Noir's gaze stops at the new hero's Miraculous. It's a pendant. The jewelry reminds him of something, but he can't remember what exactly.

"Let's deal with this quickly. I still need to make it to the book fair," the hero heads towards the noise, not waiting for his partner.

Chat Noir freezes. There’s only one fair in the city today. And Adrien was already planning to go there with you. A strange feeling washes over him. Now that he knows the new hero will be there too, he’s not so sure if he should go. Although there will be hundreds of people. The chance of revealing someone's identity is practically zero. Even if he accidentally starts scanning the crowd.

———

Ladybug was delayed. The heroes found themselves in a disadvantageous position. They barely escaped. Chat Noir was in a panic. He admitted that he hadn’t come up with the best plan. But the idea was reliable if they wanted to throw the villain’s minions off their trail. The minions ability will not allow them to find specific heroes if the heroes exchange Miraculouses and become new heroes. They needed to buy time until Ladybug showed up. That was what Adrien thought as he handed his ring to his partner behind the door.

He shuddered at the thought that if they wanted to betray him and reveal their connection to Hawk Moth, now would be the perfect moment. But they obediently handed him their pendant. Adrien almost thanked them but restrained himself. It was best not to talk too much without the magic of the Miraculouses. After all, Adrien was a famous model and it wasn’t hard to recognize his voice.

He finally looked at the other’s Miraculous and felt a shock. In his fingers lay a very familiar object. He couldn’t help but recognize your pendant. He had looked at it too often since he first noticed it. You were the new hero. Adrien panicked, wondering if you would recognize his ring. You rarely paid close attention to his hands. The hero (it can’t be… it’s you!) knocked on the door and asked him to hurry. Adrien decided to put his inner turmoil aside. The city needed saving right now.

———

The next day, Adrien watches you more closely than ever. You act as usual, which leads him to think that you haven't figured out Chat Noir's identity. A whirlwind of emotions overwhelms him. He's angry that you haven't told him anything. He understands you because he kept his secret the same way. And he's scared. What if one day you can't handle a villain? What if Hawk Moth finds out too? What if all of Paris learns your identity? Adrien starts to have a small panic attack. Nino jumps up and tries to help. Adrien is gasping for breath and can't explain anything.

-------

Adrien sneaks into the empty locker room while you and the class are swimming in the pool. It's one of the rare moments when you take off your pendant. It turns out that not all Miraculouses are as convenient as his ring or Ladybug's earrings. He never thought about how lucky he was before. He quickly finds your locker and breaks into it. The lock is so flimsy that Adrien feels a bit ashamed of how easily he was able to open it. He grabs the pendant and goes to hide it in his bag.

Adrien mentally prepares himself to comfort you. If he lost his Miraculous, he would be horrified. He thinks about what words he could say to console you. Adrien wonders if you would tell him your secret if you had nothing left to lose. He wants this. This will prove your trust in him.

Adrien thinks about what to do with your Miraculous now. He would like to use it sometimes along with his ring. But that would completely ruin your opinion of Chat Noir. Maybe he should bury the Miraculous in the forest or throw it into the sea so that no one could find it.

Now, you don't have to worry about the villains. And Adrien doesn't have to worry about your safety. Protecting Paris is no longer your job. Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle it together.

[grazieschillivera]

Longing curses 1/5

-His new target -

General Summary: When Tom finds the diary of Salazar Slytherin he finds out that he and Helga Hufflepuff shared a special relationsship. Under this influence Tom becomes keen to find a suitable partner for himself who lets him expercience such feelings like his ancestor did. But it takes more than some charming words to win a Hufflepuff, Tom figures some tricks will do. Chapter Summary: With an little trick Tom gets you to talk to him. You both share a day at a pub and get to know each other before the reality catches up on you again. Word count: 2414 Warning/tags: fluff; obsessiv behaviour, manipulation Authors note: This is a fantasy, I don't support manipulation, exclusion etc. at all + I suck at proof reading

Toms fingers traced around the pages of his book that made his thoughts bend to you for a while now. Who would have thought that Salazar Slytherin had shared a special relationship with Helga Hufflepuff. His dairies only hinted about it but the feelings he had and the strenght he expierenced from it stood cleary in the lines. There was no heir of Helga Hufflepuff, this family tree had found an end but nevertheless Tom longed for someone he could relife his ancestors feeling with. You and Tom were barely familiar with one another, at least officially. His charms always worked on the people, thanks to them he always got what he wanted. He just needed a good starting point. You were often busy or surrended by all your friends, Tom waited for a good moment that never came. It seemed that fate had no wish to bring you both together, once Tom realized that he saw himself forced to take more action.

✧ ⊹ I ✧ ⊹

,,Tom may I have a word with you?'' you asked when you stood infront of him in the dinning hall. His eyes went up from the book he read while having breakfast, his gaze filled with the usual seriousness he had on. ,,Professor Beery allows us to attend this expert talk in Lodon he briefly mentioned last week. I talked to him and he said he would prefer it if I would go with a companion since no one else was interested to go'' you said while observing his facial features, a shadow of a smile crossed his lips. ,,What do you want me to do about that Y/N?'' asked Tom making you use your words more precisely, savouring your nervous being.

,,I figured it would convince Professor Beery if I would go with a person the teachers trusted. So I thought maybe you would like to go to the expert talk with me. Arent you also interested in herbology?'' you asked hopefully. ,,Herbology isn't one of my N.E.W.Ts subjects'' said Tom but it seemed that he hasn't declined your request. ,,But I bet potions is. It could be of advantage, I even sponsor a butterbeer after it, my treat'' you said with your best puppy gaze. ,,How did you figure that out?'' Tom wanted to know bending back on his bench. ,,Its a tough subject and you seem quite persistent'' you said with an unsure smile and you could swear Tom would have returned it if not so many people would look at you. Especially the gazes from his

friends that sat beside him made you a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't regular that his group got approached by different people beside their close friends. ,,As I am by the way'' you said when your gaze went back to Tom. ,,Next time I'm asking I might not offer that butterbeer again'' you added charmingly. ,,Alright. I will pick you up on Saturday'' Tom gave eventually in and held for a moment longer than necesarry the eye contact with you like he searched for any last reactions. ,,Thanks Tom'' you said. The people who had observed your scene got slowly back to their own business, just as Tom depsite his friends comments on you. They varied between mockery and suggestive jokes. With his eyes back on his book he acted to not care about it, but he listened carefully and could hear how some of your friends giggled excitedly and congratulated you on your win. Tom knew he had a reputation about being untouchable and he liked it. It gained to his pride how your friends and the rest of the students reacted to your actions. He liked how you asked him and how you gently tried to convince you. Having the upper hand was a thing Tom would never get trired of. But the thing he liked the most was the fact that you choose him. He was the one that overheared your interest to attend this expert talk, he informed your hebology Professor about it on a exidental meeting in the halls and encouraged him to let his classes know about it for a possible educational excursion. He knew he wouldn't have many people on his remaining way to you, some people became too sick or busy to attend the expert class so you would need some other company for it.

✧ ⊹ II ✧ ⊹

You did'nt follow Toms path, you stood still until you found the courage to use your voice. ,,Tom? I have to admit something'' you said while your hands shyly rubbed your fingers along. ,,I'm not planning on attending the expert talk, in fact I had something different in mind''. Tom rised an eyebrow. ,,There is this little concert in a pub, I really want to see. You can join me of course or go to the expert talk. I just think Professor Blums thesis on the effect of alrauns are a bit überholt, I intend to wiederlegen him in my N.E.W.T.s'' you said and waited nervously for Toms reaction. ,,You know I could tell our teachers right?'' he asked. ,,Of course you could and would as well. But I still decided to ask you since you're one of the less people who could also use a little break fom studying without endagering their grades. Please Tom'' you said. ,,You seem to know what people want to hear'' Tom said. You didn't say something you waited for his next step. Tom enjoyed this moment of the upper hand, you could tell.

,,Before you make your decision. I also have a little secret about you, if you don't tell we are even'' you said. Tom gave you an amused look, you both knew you weren'ts used to blackmail someone. ,,And what secret might that be?'' he asked. ,,You let your friends walk outside of the castle at curfew''. Toms shoulders stoped their tension, he was reliefed about your words. He figured that at some point one of the others Prefects might see him do that, he was already prepared for that. ,,That's a rather poor try. But I appreciate the honesty. Lets see if you know how to charm me once more. Tell me the right words to this then. Would you let this afternoon be a date?'' he asked.

,,Oh I don't know Tom. That is really sweet but…'' ,,But what?'' ,,You Slytherins can be so unromantic sometimes. You basicly blackmail me for this date'' you said. ,,So you consider your secret as less valid'' he said with a smirk. ,,No… and yes'' you said eventually. ,,So you're planing on refuting Professor Blums dissertations? Thats interesting.'' Tom started when you two started to walk through the busy streets of london.

✧ ⊹ III ✧ ⊹

,,So you tried to trick me. Should I be impressed or insulted? Thats not a typical action for a hufflepuff'' Tom said and held the door of the pub open for you. You apologised, explaining that you weren't sure how to tell him your true inentions. Lying was something you only did when you become nervous. Tom wasn't insulted by it, in fact he found it amusing and made you promise to only tell him the truth from now on. ,,Pity about my secret about you. Thought I had something that would give me a better picture on who you are. Slytherins are always a bit harder to read'' you said. ,,You seem quite keen to understand people'' Tom said when he payed for the butterbeer despite your offer to keep your earlier promise. ,,So do you. I'm just curious abou what you do with this information'' you added while warming your fingertips on the hot glas. ,,Currently I'm puzzeling a new picture of you with it. Care to help me with that?'' he said in a teasing manner but didn't reveal more about himself. ,,If that is really supossed to be a date you have to tell me more about yourself Tom.Thats not an interview for me to become your girlfriend'' you said with a smile, when he wouldn't stop askin things about you. ,,That is the condition for love. It always needs some commitment from both sides. I will answer you next question if you answer some of mine first'' you said with a reassuring smile.

Tom learned that this was a usual thing for love- this dance about giving and earning. At first he answered the eays questions such as his favourite subjects, after a while he realized that he became a bit tense, when you asked for his family or his fears. The answers became shortes and his tone grew bitter, so you stoped your curiosity from taking over. What had felt like an unusuall good start turned now into a tense situation in which you were too insecure to say something. You had felt so seen and understood but now you feared that some things might be too good to be true. ,,Why would you want to know what I'm afraid of?'' asked Tom eventually. The skin around his eyes were stern and they wouldn't break eyecontact – he looked at you, like you were a stranger for him again. ,,Surely not to hurt you. I thought we wanted to get to know each other. Fears are a special kind of secrets two can share I figured'' you said shyly, picturing yourself how you might how to walk alone back to the school. Tom broke his stare from you and looked down at the table.

,,Let me give you true secret about me then.I don't care about the expert talk either. The fact that I would spend the afternoon with you was the far better persuasion you offered me'' he said, his eyes wouldn't look up to you. If Tom hadn't intimidated you ever so slightly with his defensive behaviour his words would have touched you heart in a warmer way. But now there was this gap between you and his words couldn't reach your heart, at the very least they could scratch at it. But you could feel how it longed for more, so you accepted his kind words, hoping over time it would fullfill your heart. You gave him a bittersweet smile then the show started. You both enjoyed the music an you told Tom to wait for a certain part. In a low voice you explained how hard it was for the singer to reach a certani note and keep it for so long. Shyly you revealed that you oberserved the singers always at that specific moment to see when the wave of victory washed over them when they managed to sing this tricky song. Tom understood that you liked hard work and the fruits of victory, just as much as he did. You liked this rewarding feeling once you accomplished your goal. He had felt this gap between you two as well but now he felt so drawn to you. On the blossoming trees and landscape laid a dark blue shadow when you walked back to the school due to the uprising night. When the last houses had passed you, Toms fingers had softly traced around yours. Slowly you accepted his offering and walked together. Tom couldn't hold back and praise your spirit, remarking how much to lived up to the values of your house.

,,I'm not Helga Hufflepuffs heir but being like her must be a good thing. She was got with healing and breaking charms, that is what I want to do. I will work my way up to this'' you said. The more you talked the more Tom saw how well you fitted into his demands for a partner. ,,So you like breaking things. That is something I didnt expect'' he said with a teasing smile. ,,Or healing, I guess that depends on the point of view. My oncle died some years ago because no one knew a cure for his curse. I will be better some day, maybe not to defeat death but to keep him away for a bit longer'' you said like an affirmation and both of you share a glare. Those words made Toms heart race, yes he was about to keep you. Even though you couldn't read Toms mind, the way Tom softly pressed your hand showed you, that you two could get along. With quick reflexes you steped to the side when a drunk person walked past you without watching his step. Due to the icy streets you almost sliped but Toms hands kept you save. You execused yourself shyly. Tom turned his gaze angrily to the person but stoped himself when you noticed how tensed you became again. You were so close, he couldn't lose this.

,,You know, the first step to keep death away from yourself would be to defend yourself properly'' Tom said and offered you to join a secret duelling club he and some other students had founded some time ago, still holding your hand to his chest. Happily you accpeted.

✧ ⊹ IV✧ ⊹

Tom could see over the next weeks how you started to become more confident and it made him proud to know that he was the one who enabled it. To have someone strong at his side, someone with the same amount of ambition and kind of dreams was important to him and he wanted all of your goals to be fullfilled.

,,You seem to study your opponents quite good'' said Tom. After you had finished a little duel with someone else he approached you, he could feel how his heart beated stronger against his chest whenever you were near him. Almost as if he was angry, but with a sweet lightness in it, that only you could offer. ,,That is how you learn their weakness, seems like a strategy you do as well'' you say with a smile. ,,Everyone who aims to be a good duelist does this'', said Tom. ,,What do you say- should we try it? Maybe I will learn some new things about you'' you said hinting at slighlty at the fear- topic. ,,You can just ask me, there is no need to fight me. I can be quite generous to the right persons'' Tom said his warm smile turned into a teasing one while he caged you further into a corner of the room, almost hiding you from the remaining people of the club. You could get lost in those eyes and in the way he talked with you. It was like he wanted to best for you yet still he would deny you what you asked for. It was as if he forced you to become stronger and you started to fall in love with this game. But then a loud argument put you back to reality. Abraxas Malfoy and another Slytherin discussed on a new member of the club. You walked past Tom and listened to the group before asking why they hesitated to invite him. Malfoy pointed out that the club had no intentions to welcome mudbloods, some agreed with him and some didn't.

You joined the small group that didn't care about some madeup ideals. The discussion reached its peak when you and Malfoy threw so heated arguments at one another. At one point when you couldn't stand this amount of hatefullness you looked at Tom but he didn't care to help so you just walked away. On through the halls you realised that Tom had followed you outside. ,,I was so stupid. I should have know that you're just as ignorant as your friends.We can't be friends Tom, partner none the less '' you said. Both of you started to discuss what just had happened. Toms jaw clenched whenever you seemed to say something that truly bothered him. ,,Enough. You follow this stupid ideal to treat everyone equally but you can't do this and you shouldn't.'' Tom said eventually making you stop talking, you tried once again to explain that it was indeed possible but without success. You were near the tears and needed a break, so did Tom. You could see how frustrated he was. You could truly see him, he wasn't as perfect as you had thought. So you left him.

Tom was alone. You just had decided to be ignorant, to not question your believes. And still Tom made his decision, it was too late to look for someone new for him. It was you he wanted. Only you could make him feel so many things at once. Everyone else who would dare to speak to him in such a way, would be on his list of people he would get ride of once the school was over. But someting inside him stoped himself from feeling in such a way about you. He had different plans for you. He wanted to look deep enough in your soul where he would find your shared values that made your first bondings and would twist them until they were bended to his liking- only to show you then that you and him were more alike than you had thought. He just needed to be careful, because he knew you were capable of the same.

[moonmeg]

Oh my, the mortification Robyn must've felt when he realized that the girl who had a crush on him and who he rejected totally knew about Micah's crush before he himself realized...

Robyn: Can we call someone good with construction or plant magic?

Vivian: Why???

Robyn: So they can make the earth swallow me!

I sense an opportunity to share the entirety of the scenario I blabbered to myself before drawing the comic >:3

So, here's how the talk continues

Robyn: YOU KNEW?!

Vivian: Roby, it was fairly obvious.

Robyn: (frustrated) You kneeeww! (face in hands) Mother of Titan, I'm the biggest idiot in the universe.

Vivian: I wouldn't say in the universe..

Robyn: Viv, just- tell me, please, did- did you figure this out before or after the whole situation with us?

Vivian: Uh...

Robyn: No, don't say it. You already knew before, right?

Vivian: Actuallyyyyy I only figured that towards the end. I don't have very good people skills. I was isolated for a big part of my childhood and if I was allowed to meet people, it was my parents' choice. You're one of the first people where I made the choice myself. I didn't know of anything unsaid between you and Micah before I approached you. And I only found out after I... took a glance.

Robyn: A glance?

Vivian: I may or may not have taken a quick look into your future.

Robyn: What?!

Vivian: I'm so sorry! I know I shouldn't have! I was supposed to ask your permission first but I was so in love and curious if you and I could be more... but I didn't see myself.

Robyn: You saw Micah. He was right after all. (excitedly) What else did you see? How much into the future did you look?

Vivian: I'm sorry, Roby, I won't tell you that. I want you to enjoy that moment in the future fully. If I tell you, I take that future joy from you. All I will tell you is you were very in love and very happy.

Robyn: Viv!

Vivian: Do you know why the rule "never use oracle magic to look into your own future" exists?

Robyn: It's dangerous. That's what the books say at least.

Vivian: It's not forbidden because you might cause a paradox. It will also not be the end of the world. It will not kill you or anyone else. The rule doesn't exist to protect the greater good. Oracales created it to protect the individual. The danger of oracle magic is not some monsters or the possible rift between present and future. The danger of oracle magic is knowledge.

Robyn: I don't follow.

Vivian: Taking a glimpse into your future is tempting. We hate to wait or to be clueless. We hate not knowing what our life will be. Oracale magic is an easy way out of wondering and what-ifs. All it takes is one crystal ball and basic understanding of oracle magic. Giving into the temptation feels relieving at first but the knowledge you get from it will grow into a burden in the long run. Imagine knowing everything about your entire future. You know who will be your partner, you know when and how you marry - if you marry at all, you know what your children will look like, how many you will have, your relationship with them. You know your career, you know your success, your domestic life, everything. Good and bad. What do you think that will do to you?

Robyn: ... You'd always wait for something that you know will happen.

Vivian: You'd stop living in the moment. You'd lose joy in living because you're always waiting for the future to happen. The present feels unimportant when comparing it to the future. It broke enough relationships, careers and people in the past. So the rule was invented.

Robyn: Makes sense. But you looked into my future. Not your own. And oracle sessions-

Vivian: Are kept vague for that exact reason. I know of a short moment that will happen in your future or anyone else's future for that matter. The difference between looking into other people's future and my own is the distance I can build. I can forget about other people's future visions but not my own.

Robyn: Right... so, you'll keep what you know about Micah and me to yourself...

Vivian: I don't want to take any joy of the future from either of you. I want you to go into your future without expectations and without knowledge. Sometimes being clueless is better. So just do me a favor and... live. Alright?

Robyn: (sighs) Alright.

[mysteriouslyholytaco]

Cruise Ship Cuckold Training

 AuthorDr.Bone 

 Publish dateApr 4, 2007 

 Article read time13 min read

CRUISE SHIP CUCKOLD TRAINING By Dr. Bone

Hello,

When you book a cruise be careful with who you book it with, a lesson my wife and myself found out the hard way, the very hard way.

We were looking for a last minute vacation deal online. "Look at the prices on this one. And its all inclusive also." she said. We later found out that this cruise had been listed on one of those cheap travel sites by mistake and only for a few moments, just long enough for us to book it.

The big day came and we got on the boat, there were a lot of couples our age on board, mid-thirties to early forties. Two things puzzled me though. One was the way that the mostly black crew was eyeing us, and there seemed to be a lot of single black men on board. When I brought this up to my wife she shrugged it off saying the men were probably taking advantage of the low fares. As for the crew she said it was probably all in my mind. A few hours later she would change her opinion, in a big way

I was trying to take a nap while my wife checked on the activities on board, she came back into the cabin pale clutching a flyer from the activities director. "We have to get off this boat now! There has been a big mistake!? I told her to calm down and tell me what was going on. Numb she handed me the pamphlet, the title was "Cuckold Cruises' and showed a white lady deeply kissing a black man while a 'shocked' husband looked on in the background, the sub heading was ?A boat for the black man loving white women, and for the husbands who love them.?

I could see why my wife was upset but there was nothing we could do, the boat was out at sea now. I told her we would have to make the best of it and be careful as this was a cruise to nowhere where we stood on the ship.

She looked at me suspiciously bring up the time that I had suggested she try a black man, but I reminded her that she had picked this cruise not I.

That night we got the first of many surprises, seating for diner had been arranged but not for us together. ?Ship's rules!? the purser told my wife, who wanted to leave and get room service but I told her we paid good money for this cruise and we would have dinner and she should not worry about it.

I sat at a table with all the other husbands while my wife sat next to a young black man. The other husbands talked excitedly on what their wives were going to do. Some actually hoped their wives would get pregnant or try anal for the first time. One of them asked me what I hoped would happen, I tried to explain that we had booked the cruise by mistake and that we were not into this scene. ?That's not how it looks from here!? one of the husbands said I looked over to see my wife, who had been kind of stiff to the whole seating arrangement now seemed to really be getting into it. She was chatting away with a man and laughing. I felt the first pangs of jealousy and was also aroused. Could my wife really be that type of woman? The type to take gratification from another man at my expense and humiliation?

After dinner I asked her how it went. She told me she was trying to make the best of a bad situation, then she dropped the bomb and said according to the cruise director thet man she was seated with was to be her ?partner? for all shipboard activities.

We went to the ship's nightclub and after the first dance I was forced to sit on the side as she danced with her partner. I was alarmed when she tried to really shake it up on the dance floor as her partner watched her big tits bounce up and down, again I felt my wood starting to rise, but it was nothing, nothing compared to what I felt when a slow sexy number came up and I watched her rub up against him.

That night when we got back to the room I was a little disturbed by my wife's behavior and my own. I was getting turned on by her flirting with the guy, something she noticed right away.

In the room she started to jerk me off while questioning me about whether or not it turned me on to see her with other men. "You liked seeing me dancing on the floor grinding against that big black guy didn't you honey? I brushed up against him on the dance floor and I will tell you this. It is no myth about them having huge cocks." she said teasingly as my cock literally sprayed all over her. I threw her on the bed and we fucked all night, turned on by the slutty way she talked.

The next day we agreed to maybe experiment a bit, little did I know how far it would go.

We sat on the deck in lounge chairs taking in some sun when her "partner" showed up and sat down next to us. He smiled at us, or more specifically her, and what was there not to smile about? Her sitting there on the lounge chair in her bikini with her huge all natural tits. Her stomach was tight from the gym and a personal trainer. He took out some sun tan lotion and asked if he could put some on her. She looked at me to disapprove and then turned onto her stomach and said ?Why not??

He unhooked her bikini top and rubbed the lotion into her back with expert hands. He messaged it into her shouldered and worked his way down to the small of her back, then she rolled over letting her top fall to the floor. He put some more lotion on his hands and rubbed it onto her shoulders as she stared at his huge bulge. He then put his hands onto her tits and rubbed the lotion onto her breasts, her nipples went rock hard under his kneading and rubbing. My own cock wanted to explode. My wife let off a few gasps and moans to tease me.

He worked his way down to her stomach while across the way a white lady blew a black guy as her husband watched approvingly, snapping off photos, she had to be in her late 50's but was sucking on his cock like a porn star. Meanwhile the guy with my wife worked away at her thighs letting his thumb brush against her pussy by "accident", as I noticed the growing wet spot in her bikini.

He went into a bag on the back of his chair and took out a bottle of clear baby oil. Then he reached into his swim trunks saying that they were chaffing him a bit and asked my wife if she could she put some oil on his cock, and then he pulled it out. I could have caught on fire and she would not have noticed. I had seen black cocks in films and they were big, but this? was a different story altogether, some of the veins on it were as big as my pinky.

She gave me a long teasing look which said to me that even if I objected she was going to do this anyway. She squirted the oil into the palms of her hands, the bottle making a farting sound as she did so. Then topless she reached across space and as I watched her hand slowly encircled his cock around the middle of his shaft, she gave the cock several long pulls so as to spread the oil all over his shaft, then she started to stroke his cock as I watched with my own unattended hard on.

?Shit! It is so fucking big and solid.? she said slapping the man's cock into her palm. She then playfully hit it against her tits making them shake and jiggle. I watched as her hand the hand with our wedding ring on it, milked this giant cock.

She robotically pumped his cock until he said ?Oh yeah! I'm going to cum!? and shot his load onto her tits and tight belly as other cuckold husbands, their wives and their black lovers looked on.

Later that afternoon my wife gave me a pair of her panties and let me jerk off into them while she verbally abused me. ?You know what? A few days ago I would have given you some relief but now I am saving my pussy for its first big black dick. And I know you want to see that. Right? You want to see me suck on a black cock. Right? You want to see me put it in me. Right??

I shot my load into her panties and she took them and put them in a draw saying that I would need them later.

We went to see the cruise director, a short haired Spanish woman who snickered at me and giggled with my wife as she went over the activities on board the ship.

That afternoon my wife ate lunch with her partner while the rest of the husbands ate at separate tables I could feel my cock growing hard at the humiliation and frustration of watching her slow seduction. He made a point of feeling her tits up as she fed him.

The activities director came over to my wife and told her she could get a special message from the ship's masseuse. She kissed her black boyfriend goodbye and told me to come along with her.

When we came in to the room there were three huge black men who were totally naked, one of them told me to help my wife off with her clothes. ?You heard the man!? my wife said grinning as I undid her blouse.

Soon she was naked in front of these men as the cruise director smirked at me. ?Lay down on your stomach on the table it is time for your message.? one of them said. My wife did as she was told and the men applied oil to their hands. They began to rub and knead her back and shoulders as she let out a contented sigh. One of them did her legs and worked his way up, his black fingers digging into her buttocks.

They rolled her over oiling and kneading her tits with their hands, their large cocks brushing up against her body as they worked on her shoulders and thighs. ?You need a pussy message.? one of them said. At that point her resistance was next to nil.

I watched her face contort as he rubbed the outside of her pussy. ?You are losing her.? the short haired cruise director said grabbing my cock through my shorts. She pulled my cock out and started to jerk it off.

The man who was rubbing her pussy got between her legs and slapped her soft pubic patch with his cock and said ?Look right at your husband and say you want this in you.?

Her brown eyes seemed to fill the room as she said ?Honey I have to have it.? The man laughed as he turned and slowly pushed that massive cock into her. My wife was being violated while I watched, her pussy being stretched to its limits, and I was excited by it like I never had been before. I came, shooting my load onto the floor as the cruise director continued to play with my shaft, which within minutes got hard again.

My wife wrapped her legs around her stud. Her cries of pleasure were muffled as one of the men shoved his cock down her throat. ?Yeah now spit on it. Clear your throat that's it!? he said then he plunged it down her throat again.

The third man slid his cock between her tits and tit fucked her as she held her breasts for his cock. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them.

The cruise director told me to put my hands behind my back or she would stop jerking me off.

Through the afternoon into the evening they used her in every position imaginable. When they were done she was a sticky gooey mess. She went in back with the cruise director to clean up.

As we walked the deck of the ship my cock got hard again thinking of the wanton animal my wife had become. Was it over yet? Not on your life.

That night a purser brought a wedding gown for my wife. I wondered what was going on. She said ?You will see. Tonight.? She said handing me my outfit. At first I thought it was a tuxedo by then I realized it was a butler's outfit.

That night we went into the main dance hall where several other men were dressed like me, with their wives dressed in wedding gowns. Then each of the women's (including my wife's) black boyfriends entered. What was going on? I wondered.

The ship's captain entered and gave a short ceremony where the brides pledge to ?humiliate, tease and torture their husband's small white cocks? and only to ?love, cherish, fuck and suck their black lover's huge cocks.? All the wives handed their husbands back their wedding rings and put on the ones their boyfriends had given them. He pronounced us all sluts, cuckolds and studs and said ?The wives may kiss their black lovers.?

The cruise director was amongst the women throwing rice at us. When we got back to the cabin a cot had been put in for me to sleep in while my wife and her lover would sleep in the bed while I waited on them hand and foot.

?Take off my clothes, now.? she told me. I slowly and obediently stripped my wife of her clothes as her lover whistled appreciatively.

?Now boy, take off mine. And don't you dare get any wrinkles on them.? he said. I carefully removed his clothes as my wife repeated his words. ?Um! The underwear too.? With the last bit of my pride going out to sea I took off his underwear and his big cock swung out.

?Get her ready for me boy.? he said as she sat on the bed with her legs spread. I could have left, I could have said no but I couldn't. I got down and licked her pussy. ?Get it nice and wet.? My wife said. ?This pussy is just for my lover. My big black lover? she taunted.

My wife told me she was ready. Then her lover said, ?Now come here boy! Take it in your hand, you heard me. Show your wife you can take care of it for her.? I could not believe what he wanted me to do. I was not gay or anything like that, but the humiliation of it al, turned me on. Hesitantly I grasped his huge cock in my hand and jerked it off as she watched.

?Oh! You are so good at that honey!? she said, ?It looks so sexy for you to be jerking off the cock of a real man. Now I have a little surprise for you, close your eyes and stop jerking him off.? I did not know what she had planned, but I knew I had to obey or she would kick me out of the room.

I heard them moving around and then my wife told me to open my eyes. She was standing in front of me, he was standing in back of her with his cock through her legs so it looked like she had grown a dick. She held his cock out with one hand and in the other hand to my horror was a digital camera, our digital camera.

?Now honey! Show me how much you love me by sucking my cock. Come on honey, you will look so sexy doing it.? she said wiggling ?her? penis. Time seemed to freeze then, slowly, as my wife looked down at me with a smirk on her face I moved my face forward and with my lips real tight I kissed the huge cock head in front of me, noting how much bigger and denser it was than mine.

?Kiss it again!? she squealed and I did so as she took a picture. Then another kiss, then she looked down at me and told me to take it in my mouth. I stretched my mouth as far as it could go and did so. It tasted musky and sweaty and I could not believe I was doing it.

She snapped photo after photo, making me lick the underside of his shaft and his balls as she laughed at me telling me that was the closest I would ever come to having a real cock. Then things went from bad to worse, the cabin door opened, unlocked from outside by a pass key and in stepped the cruise director. ?Mmmm! I see you are enjoying the honeymoon. Maybe I can help you out a bit.? she said grabbing the back of my head. The stud took the signal and started to cram his dick down my throat deeper and deeper. I started to gag which made the two women and the man laugh, but there was no mercy.

The cruise director grabbed his shaft and started to jack it off faster and faster, her coffee colored hand flew up and down across his cock shaft. Then I felt his cock start to twitch.

?No cum dodging here dear.? she said standing in back of me with her smooth thighs holding my head so I could not move. I felt his head jerk as my wife snapped off photo after photo, then his cum flooded my mouth.

?No spitting out either.? she added putting her hand over my mouth. I was forced to swallow every sticky drop as he rubbed his cock clean across my face. Then as my wife and the cruise director laughed I was made to suck and jerk him hard again so he could fuck my wife further.

?Come on little cuckold.? said the cruise director grabbing me by my ear. She lead me though the decks of the ship to her cabin.

?Right now your wife is getting the shit fucked out her by her lover, listen.? she dialed a number on her phone and put it on speaker so I could hear my wife groaning and squealing as his oversized meat stretched her to her limits.

?I bet you are so fucking horny now, come here little white man.? she said kissing me deeply. Before I knew it she was sucking my cock like a machine, I came in her mouth in seconds.

?Hmmm! We are going to have to do better than that.? All that sexual frustration that had built up in me for the entire trip exploded to the surface. I grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed tearing off her clothes. I licked her pussy until she was ready to pass out, then I spread her legs wide and fucked the shit out of her. Before I knew it I must of came twice and was putting my cock up her asshole, lubed only by her spit as I listened to my wife getting the shit fucked out of her by some oversized black stud.

The next morning we pulled into the dock. My wife kissed her black ?husband? goodbye and we went home, where we fucked like animals from the minute we got through the door.

The experience has really changed our life style, for the better I'd like to think. She is already booking us for next year.

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 1]

The Hill House

TW: Ghosts Genre: Romance Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 1.3K Prompt: Even in death, they did not part.

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Notes: Spooky season is officially here! And since I skipped 20 days of NCT for Christmas last year, what the hell, why not do spooky season instead? Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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“Haven’t you guys heard of the ghosts of the house on the hill?” Mary’s voice had a telltale tone. She turns on the flashlight beneath her face and her friends gasp in surprise, two of them holding hands and the other rolling her eyes.

“Don’t be so scared, it’s just a story our parents tell us so we don’t play there, it’s dangerous!” Stacey grumbles.

“Whoa, what story are you talking about?” Mary huffs. “The one I know is so different. I heard they’re a husband and wife!”

“Ghosts are still scary!” Jesse shakes in his spot.

“No, no! We have to see them! They only come out on the full moon! What better than now in October?” The girl grins. Jesse sinks into his seat and Helena covers her eyes.

“No way! Too scary!”

“Let’s go!”

“No!”

~

“My mom is going to kill me,” Jesse holds the flashlight for Mary, who is now trying to pick the lock with a stick she found. Somehow Mary had convinced them all to go to the house on the hill but, shockingly, it didn’t look all that haunted. It just looked like a house. The walls were painted a soft blue with white trimmings, and the dark wood rooftop seemed to be the only thing that would make the home scary. Even the windows all had light curtains on the inside of them.

“Are you sure this place is haunted?” Helena asks.

“Yes, shh!” Mary waves them off. Helena and Stacey stood behind them, waiting with baited breath and soon the lock clicked.

“Got it!” Mary grins.

“Hello?” A voice speaks above them and the four children start screaming. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s wrong? No need to be afraid!” You bent down to their level. “It’s a bit early to be trick or treating,” you chuckled.

“We’re here to see the ghosts!” Mary exclaims and your eyes widen slightly before your face relaxes into laughter.

“Ghosts, huh? I can’t say I’ve met any since my husband and I have moved in here,” you looked behind you. “Say… did you want to have an investigation?” You nudged your head inside and the kids excitedly nodded. You stood up and opened the door wider so they could run in.

“Ghosts! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Mary sings. The house, surprisingly, didn’t look haunted at all. Maybe straight out of the past, but definitely not as scary as the adults put it.

“They’re not going to appear if you’re loud like that,” Stacey shakes her head. She looks into the old mirror for a while, watching her friends run around the foyer through it, but shakes her head after a while.

“Maybe they like to hide,” Helena looks under the table, picking up an old newspaper to look between them.

“Hey, where would you look for ghosts?” Jesse turns behind him toward the door, but you weren’t there anymore. A chill rushes down his spine and he runs to catch up with his friends. “I don’t like it here, let’s go!” He tries to tug Mary’s sleeve.

“It’s fine, stop being a baby!” She groans. The four stop in front of an office room, seeing a man seated at the desk. He looks up from his book and adjusts his glasses.

“Now what do we have here?” Jaehyun leans forward on his elbows and the children stay frozen in place. “My partner taking in strays again?” He says with a soft smile.

“Oh, don’t be like that, they’re investigating the ghosts in our house,” you said behind them. The kids turned quickly, with Jesse jumping in his shoes and grabbing onto Stacey.

“Let me go,” she shrugs him off.

“Ghosts? That’s not good, I wouldn’t want them in my home,” Jaehyun shakes his head, now standing at the other side of the kids. “Take your time, then, let me know if you find any,” he says.

“Yeah!” Mary pumps her fist in the air.

“Why I don’t I make you food while you investigate? All that running around is bound to make you all hungry,” you offered.

“Yes, please!” The four smiled.

~

The four stuck together in the home, looking through every nook and cranny and investigating anything that looked suspicious but, still, no ghosts. Maybe a couple of old pictures of you and your husband and a few keepsakes of yours but nothing to indicate ghosts, that’s for sure. And the house still didn’t look haunted either! All the wood was polished and the furniture dusted off, there was no way ghosts could live here at all.

“Golly…” Mary sighed at the dinner table, sadly biting into her sandwich. “No ghosts.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing,” you walked in with your husband and sat at the front of the table. He presses a quick kiss to your hand and a chorus of “Awws” and “Ewws” resounded. “Where did you hear of these ghosts anyway?”

“Our parents,” Stacey shrugs. “But I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Really?” Jaehyun sounded surprised.

“Nope,” Stacey shakes her head. “But these scaredy cats do,” she looks at her friends.

“Aren’t you going to eat too?” Helena asks quietly. You and Jaehyun look at each other and shake your heads.

“Oh, don’t worry about us, hon, we just ate before you came in,” you nodded. Yours and Jaehyun’s hands were folded on top of each other while the kids conversed. “Say, Mary,” you waited for the girl to look at you.

“Yeah?” She says with the sandwich in her mouth.

“How’s your grandpa?” You ask her, head resting on one hand.

“Grandpa Mark? Oh, he’s good,” she nods.

“And Jesse, how about your grandpa?” Jaehyun asks.

“Grandpa John or Grandpa Leery?” He asks.

“John.”

“I think he’s good, I haven’t visited in a while,” Jesse kicks his legs.

“Oh, and I know your grandmother’s business is doing well, right Helena?” You asked her next and she responded with an exaggerated nod.

“And how about your grandmother, Stacey, is she well?” Jaehyun asks. Stacey narrowed her glance and took a suspicious bite of her sandwich.

“Yeah… she’s fine,” she answers, somehow being the only one to catch onto whatever game you were playing. Then the chimes of a grandfather clock resounded.

“Oh, that late already?” You looked out with window. “You all should go home now, your parents will be worried,” you ushered them to the front door. “Thank you so much for visiting us,” you smiled.

“Yeah! It was really fun! Too bad there’s no ghosts though,” Mary kicks aside a branch on the porch.

“Do come visit again,” Jaehyun says behind you. 

“Aren’t you guys weirded out?” Stacey speaks so that only her friends can hear.

“I think they’re just really nice,” Helena responds.

“What do you mean? We never told them our names!” Stacey nearly shouts. Then they heard the door slam shut. And, out of pure curiosity, Jesse turns around and feels his heart freeze, and his gasp is what caused the other three to turn around.

Behind them, the house was in shambles. The roof had caved in and the windows were shattered, the door was even boarded shut with the words ‘Do Not Enter’ spray painted on it.

But, through the only intact window, they could see you and your husband inside, a fireplace glowed next to you both, and a muted song played while you both seemed to float around the foyer. You both caught their glance and raised a finger to your lips before a gust of wind rustled the tree's leaves over the window, blocking it from view and once it had settled, there was only a dark room inside.

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Love Q&A.

Pairing: BLACKPINK Rosé x gn!reader.

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff.

TW: Cursing.

You came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing your Bugs Bunny t-shirt and pajama pants, drying your hair.

It wasn't that late, but your day had been exhausting, so you were already planning to lie in your bed, snug between the sheets, with your perfect girlfriend. Until you heard her voice.

You didn't remember Chaeyoung mentioning that she was going to invite any friends over, nor did you hear any third person's voice.

This is it, what you feared the most.

Finally Rosie…

has lost her mind.

You're dating a psychiatric.

"Chaeyoung, love, can you stop talking to the voices in your head?"

You alerted her as you entered the living room, where she was, making her laugh.

"It's just that they say funny things," she replied simply "I swear one of them is a professional comedian." She added excitedly.

You left the towel you were using hanging over the back of one of the chairs at the dining table to dry, and looked in your girlfriend's direction with a worried grimace.

For a second you took her response as her actually losing her mind, until having her in your field of vision, you noticed her phone in front of her, leaning against a stack of books, and watched as she slid her finger across the screen.

She was doing a live. Great, so she wasn't talking to herself.

Although other times you had found her talking to herself.

Mental note to be more attentive about it.

"Come, come." She raised her hand in your direction and motioned for you to come closer.

You heeded her and sat down next to her, who almost involuntarily, the instant you appeared next to her on the screen, wrapped her arms around your body and kissed your cheek.

"Everyone, this is y/n." She pointed at you, placing her open palm under your face, introducing you.

Any Blackpink fan knew who you were, not that either of you hid your relationship, on the contrary, everywhere your partner was, you were, and you uploaded posts together all the time. However you always avoided talking publicly about it, not for any particular reason. You assume that Rosé had been waiting for the motivation to talk about you to come out of herself, and you think this was the time.

"Hi." You greeted shyly.

"Don't be shy, you're never like that." She scolded you, tenderly.

"I'm sorry," You replied, raising the volume of your voice "How are you, family? Long time no see! Have you missed me?"

Your girlfriend scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully, slapping you on the shoulder. You both laughed, and she started telling the story about how yesterday you went to the convenience store and you accidentally knocked over a shelf of instant ramen, and how you two had to rush to arrange everything before anyone noticed.

When she finished, she bent over to the screen to read the comments, and one caught her eye.

"Oh! Tell the story of how you met." She read aloud so you could hear it.

"That's a good story, it all goes back to..." You started, but she interrupted you.

"No, baby, you always tell stories in too much detail, you need to be more precise," she put her fingers over your lips, to make you stop talking "we were in the same bar and they thought I was cute."

"No, love, you take all the fun out of it," now you cut her short "leave it, leave it to me."

You grabbed her arm and pulled it away, thus unblocking your mouth, then moved a little further into the center of the camera. Chaeyoung watched you with adoration and amusement in her eyes.

She really loved it when you told a story and elaborated so much about it. She loved hearing your voice, and seeing the light in your eyes when you talked about something you enjoyed.

"It was in Los Angeles, I was out at a bar with my friends and she was there with hers," you began to tell the story "I saw her and said 'oh wow, that girl is...pfff' to my friend." She laughed at the expression you used to define her "Then he says 'she's a blackpink member' and I'm like 'what's that' and he goes 'you know, ddu du du ddu du', my face was this"

You recreated the display of confusion you made that time towards the camera, getting the girl next to you to burst out laughing and fall to the side.

"Rosie, get up," You demanded, grabbing her arm to help her straighten up "you still have to hear the rest of the story."

In the comments some fans also laughed at your storytelling skills and others asked more questions.

"So the night went on and I kept watching her from afar, until at one point I went to get something to drink and I passed next to Lisa. I realized she was her friend, so I got up the courage and went up to her and said 'hey, excuse me, could you introduce me to your friend' and Lisa looked at me with a who-the-fuck-are-you face."

Your partner covered her face with her hands as it made her shy for you to say you found her attractive since you saw her the first time.

"But somehow I convinced her and when we both went back to our tables I saw she said something to Rosie, then they both looked at me, and Chae smiled, so I greeted her like this." You demonstrated the gesture with your hand "The rest is history." You finished, to which she wrapped her arms around you again, affectionately.

"I love you," she murmured softly "thank you for badgering Lisa to introduce us."

"I'd harass any of the girls to help me get close to you," you joked "even Jennie." You grimaced in terror.

"Guys, y/n is terrified of Jennie." Chaeyoung explained.

"I'm not terrified of Jennie," you defended yourself "she just makes me a little nervous."

"Jennie is the sweetest person on the planet."

"But she has the scariest resting bitch face on the planet." You added.

She shook her head at your response, incredulous that you would be afraid of someone as tender as Jennie, and then continued to read what the viewers of the broadcast were saying.

"What do you guys like most about each other?"

"That good old aussie accent," you said without a second thought "What do you like most about me?" you asked copying her accent, she put her arm blocking your body and then she pushed you backwards with it, making you fall.

"Yeah, let's ignore that." She dismissed "What I love most about y/n is..." she took a second to think it through "how much you love me and take care of me." You looked at her tenderly, tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and left a kiss on her forehead.

"My answer is still your accent." You said, faking her way of speaking again.

"Yah!" She grabbed your shoulders and started shaking your body "Say something nice!"

"Okay, okay," you dropped the joke "I was just kidding." You were silent for a moment searching for a response "Your passion for everything." You said, as if it were a no-brainer.

"What does that mean?"

"That you are very passionate about everything, about love, about music, about your work, you even suffer passionately." You reasoned "You're completely honest about your feelings."

She gave you a lovelorn smile and a caress on your cheek.

"What was your first kiss like?" You read now.

"Weird." Chaeyoung confessed.

"Indeed." You agreed.

"Because, it was like this," she began "we had been seeing each other for a few months, but neither of us made the first move, one day we went to have dinner and when they took me back to my place I was waiting for them to kiss me," she expressed "but they didn't, they just gave me a kiss on the cheek."

"So your reaction was to demand that I kiss you!?" You squealed skeptically.

"Exactly! I had to tell them 'Can you just kiss me?' because otherwise you never would have done it!"

"Maybe I wasn't ready to kiss you yet." You conferred.

"Honey, please, if it was up to you you would have kissed me the night we met. I'm unaware, but not stupid." She attacked obviously.

"Huh... I hate it when you're right." You gave yourself up for dejection.

—ica.

[alexcutecolly]

i started feeling better but now i have a cold n it sucks!! but happy to hear you’re doing better n not so stressed!! uuu I would love some healing time napping in there while he goes about his day or sleeping while laying on his belly with no one else knowing! were small enough that no one would probably see us in him anyway but his uniform is also rly big so there’s no worries and we’re all his ❤️

intestines in safe stuff are super underrated to me cuz its like the same nice pressure of being swallowed but way way longer and v.olo can talk during this one! n he could say how much he trusts us to go into a sensitive spot like that and how he loves the feeling and rubs where we are sometimes tracing our path into his lower belly uuuuu I want him to rly enjoy us in there!!

I wanna be teleported out before it gets to the weird point but theres hours of time before that happrns cuz its slow and long and its so relaxing being gently squeezed around deep in him and knowing its totally safe for us and rly enjoyable for him >w<

uuu hed be surprised how much he likes us in there when we get swallowed the first time! and when we calm down a little bit and get used to where we are n what happened we see its kinda nice in here and V.olo gently presses on his stomach to see if were ok and uuuuu he’s so kind with us!! ❤️

omg yes we spend so much free time just talking and relaxing with him and his team and our mons can play together!! n maybe V.olo holds on to our po.keba.lls and takes care of our team while were in his belly so they get to know him and its like one big happy group!! a pile of us and him and both our mons while we relax and chat abiut ruins after we’re let out and unshrunk sounds like alot of fun too!

if thats what happens then m.erman v.olo would be super fun to journey with! its like we have a warm personal pool in there safe from cold water and deep ocean pressure and we get to look at what he found later and he gets a partner to talk to and not be alone!! hed ask if we wanna join him to look for artefacts and when we say yes hed get us in his mouth with a quick HOMF and swallow us right down so excitedly cuz he loves spending time with us! omg youre right he’d be so pretty with golden scales!! theyd be rly pretty with his grey eyes

Halfsize is so special to me omg!! It’s a lot more effort for him but that means finally getting us down is way more satisfying for him too!! uuuu licking his lips and telling us how pleasantly full he is now and massaging our spot a little as soon as were all the way inside his first stomach just so it’s a little extra comfy for both us and him while he waits uuuuu >w< that sounds rly cute btw id love to hear him humming happily from our new spot in him! We could probably feel him humming and sighing all pleased with this too! uuu him snoozing with a hand over his belly or reading a book until we finally get squished into his tail stomach with a sigh of happiness from him is good too cause he had to work alot to get us down and that has to make him sleepy. and it’s a good thing he’d be solitary cuz then he doesn’t have to get interrupted while he’s enjoying his full belly of his favorite human ❤️ and we get to be in there a long while too getting rested on and rubbed at and a little kiss!!!! >w<

omg omg I’m super duper excited for the new game!! X./Y left a lot of things open and not quite done n the sta.rters didnt get m.egas but this feels like its gonna give it the fixes it needs!! and its a l.egends game and theyre taking their time for it so I’m already rly excited!

- v.olo uwu

I'm alive! Sorry this is a bit late but my mood dropped like crazy this past week 😞 I'm glad to hear you've been doing better! Cold sucks so bad though, hopefully it went away in the meantime! 🥺

Mmmmm I agree! We could totally stay in his belly to heal as he does his errands or takes a nap, it'd be very relaxing and we'd all benefit from it! And it's true, his G.inkgo G.uild uniform can definitely hide us away since it's so cozy and large x3 we're absolutely pretty tiny too, we'd be undetectable basically all the time xD

Ngl, intestines stuff are definitely underrated in vore. Personally I love the thought of travelling through the long tunnel of the small intestine, surrounded by all the villi 🥺👉👈 I'm a big endosoma fan, and simply the idea of exploring someone else's digestive track even on deeper levels makes me very happy xD

So I wouldn't mind if we did this with V.olo's permission lol, he'd probably find it soothing and rub our spot a lot along our way x3 also yeah we'd teleport out before the weird point, but I think being in his intestine would be something very cute, and the squeezing would feel like a hug from him! ❤️

Yeah, his first time eating us would be a bit confusing at the start but then we'd all find ourselves kinda comfortable in the situation 🥺💕 he'd stroke his stomach to reassure us that everything is fine, and that we're perfectly safe inside of him! He's really a kind soul 🥺❤️

Oh I like the idea! We could chill in his belly, maybe to rest after a long day, while he takes care of our p.okemon team as well! They could all play together, he'd give them treats and pets and then the cuddle pile begins xD We'd definitely introduce him to our mons before he eats though, I imagine them going full protective mode if they saw him swallow us down with no context at all xDD and it'd be always lovely to hear him discuss ruins and ancient myths, especially when our beloved p.okemon are there with us!

Omg, now that I think about it, both m.erman!V.olo and n.aga!V.olo sound a bit lonely ;-; the former would be more curious and eager to show us the ancient artefacts he gathered from the bottom of the sea, and take us with him as he talks about them and looks for more 🥺 he knows a good way to keep up safe as he swims underwater, and omgggg, the NOMF as he sends us down would be so adorable!!!

While n.aga!V.olo would relish in spending most of his days on his own, maybe in his cave, if he shared his time and space with us it'd mean we're very special to him! ❤️ Half-sized vore works wonders here, I appreciate when a pred takes longer than usual to gulp down their prey x3 and I bet he'd be so satisfied after we fill his belly! ❤️ He'd definitely lick his lips and he curls up in his coils xD

I imagine he'd be able to send us in his second stomach immediately, but he takes his time to enjoy us in first belly too xD so he doubles the time we get to spend inside of him, hehehe x3 and I bet we'd have even more of his attention, once we've settled in his tail, with all the rubs, the hums and the kisses! x3 that's most likely his favorite spot for us to be, since we're his favorite human 🥺❤️ and we're 100% not coming out for a while xD ❤️ (Mmmmm, I'm definitely not thinking of writing some n.aga!V.olo vore AU rn now, lmao xD)

Oh I had no idea! :O I've only heard people say X./Y are among the worst p.kmn games, I'd love to see what they're gonna include in this new L.egends game! I'm actually intrigued! Plus I liked the combat style and the different gameplay from L.egends: A.rceus, so I can't wait!

[yoongikapi]

they’re jealous || ot7 || drabble

fluff / light angst?

masterlist

namjoon:

you and namjoon stood under the stairs, waiting for your friends to join you guys for lunch.

he stood behind you with his arms resting on your shoulders as he played a game on his phone for both of you to see. after a while you got tired of watching him, so you looked up from his phone and just looked around at people to pass the time. he startled you when he suddenly spoke:

“i’m literally right here, babe.” you heard your boyfriend giggle in your ear.

you quickly turned to face him and looked at him with confusion.

“what are you talking about?”

“i saw you looking at that guy over there” he nodded his head in the direction of someone on their phone.

“i wasn’t looking at him like that, i was just spaced out” you told him.

he smiled at you and hugged you from behind

“uh huh, sure you were” he squeezed you tighter.

<3

seokjin:

you smiled as the host of the party politely brought you a refill of your drink. you thanked him, and went to find your boyfriend in the crowded house.

once you found him, you smiled at him and gave him a hug, but he didn’t look very happy to see you.

your smile faded; “whats wrong?” you questioned.

“i didnt come here to watch you flirt with other people.” he coldly said.

you laughed a bit at this; was he serious right now?

“no one is flirting with anyone” you told him.

he put his arm around your shoulder and held you close.

kissing the top of your head, he told you: “its not funny”

“yes it is” you smiled

<3

yoongi:

“who was that?” your boyfriend quietly questioned you.

you took your seat next to your boyfriend as you turned your head back to see your history partner walking away from you and yoongi’s spot in the library.

“just my history partner, why?” you questioned back and didn’t miss his lingering eyes on your partner who was now searching for a book.

“what did he want?”

“just the notes from today’s class”

“hm” he pouted, ending the conversation.

you smiled at him and rested your hand over his.

“yoongi, are you jealous?”

“i dont know what your talking about”

<3

hobi:

“ok just make sure you go over it once more and i’m sure you’ll ace this test!” you excitedly told your student. he smiled back at you and thanked you repeatedly.

you noticed your boyfriend waiting for you at the entrance of the classroom, so you said goodbye to your student once more before going to catch up with hobi.

“hi babe!” you hugged him, but he didn’t hug you back.

“don’t hi babe me.” he muttered.

“woah why are you so upset?” you asked him out of genuine concern.

“oh so i’m not allowed to be upset that he was hanging all over you?” he questioned, pointing to the guy you tutored after school.

you weren’t sure if he was serious or not. “hobi, i tutor him. it’s kinda like my job to hang around him.” you chuckled.

his face turned bright red and he walked away from you. you laughed as you ran to catch up to him.

“there’s no reason to be so jealous.” you continued to laugh as you looped your arm with his.

“i wasn’t jealous” he said; still hiding his bright red face from you.

<3

jimin:

one second you were dancing your heart out and having the time of your life, and the next jimin is grabbing your hand and leading you away from the crowded dance floor.

“jimin what’s going on?” you shouted as you tried to be heard over the loud music.

“i just want you to be with me now.” he shouted back as he sat back down at your guys’ table. you thought this was weird, he could have just joined me on the dance floor, but you decided to not overthink it.

some time went by and you were back to enjoying the music, singing along when jimin suddenly shouted:

“tell him to stop looking at you.”

surprised, you asked him what he was talking about.

“there’s a guy sitting at the bar over there who keeps looking at you” he told you and you scanned the bar until you found someone who matched jimin’ s description.

“what do you want me to do about it?” you questioned.

“get him to stop”

“how?” you laughed at his request.

“stop being so beautiful” he smiled, taking your hand once again and kissed it. he then tugged you out of your seat;

“but for real i don’t like it, lets get out of here” he laughed and led you out the door.

<3

taehyung:

you and your boyfriend walked hand-in-hand together into your shared class. because you arrived to class early, you decided to work on some homework.

some time went by, and you realized you had no idea how to solve it. you glanced at your boyfriend and poked his arm to get his attention. he ignored you however and kept reading his book. and so you poked him again.

“stop (y/n), i’m trying to read.” he told you with a smirk on his face.

you poked him again and silently pleaded for him to help you.

just then, some other classmates walked in. one glanced at you and you just so happened to also glance at him at the same time. he waved at you, and you politely waved back. you turned back to tae but noticed he was glaring at your classmate.

you ignored this and continued to bother him. “tae can you please help me for a second? i don’t understand the homework.”

“why don’t you ask him to help you instead” he said and focused back on his book.

shocked, you replied, “really taehyung? are you really gonna be like that?”

he continued to ignore you, so you decided to ignore him back. you brought your attention back to your homework.

you didn’t notice him lean down slightly and grab your chair until he slid you closer to him. your heart pounded and you looked at him but he didn’t return the look, he just whispered:

“the answer to the second one is five”

<3

jungkook:

you and jungkook were studying together at your favorite coffee shop, it was nice and quiet, but you weren’t very focused on your work. you figured it was probably because you were hungry so you told jungkook you were getting back in line to get another scone. while you were standing in line, you noticed another guy sitting opposite of yours and jungkook’s table and his eyes were focused on you. you felt a bit creeped out, but decided it would be best to ignore it.

after paying for your food, you sat back down at your table and noticed jungkook was focused on something. you followed his eyes across the room and found him staring at the guy from earlier.

“why is he looking at us like that?” you questioned jungkook, which brought his attention back on you.

“its not me he’s looking at, seems like he’s only interested in you.” he said and once again stared at the stranger.

“lets just ignore him” you told him, “we have a lot of work we need to get done.”

he nodded and you both went back to studying.

but about 15 minutes later jungkook broke the silence;

“he keeps looking at you….” he informed you.

you turned around and unsurprisingly met his stare. he smiled creepily at you and you turned back to jungkook.

“we can just leave” you told him, but he quickly stopped you from closing your laptop.

“no way, i’m not gonna let him win that easily” he said and you giggled. he can turn anything into a competition.

“ok well let’s just focus on our work then.” you smiled at him and he smiled back.

“we’ll see” he said and looked back up at the stranger.

<3

[9firefly9]

Study buddy (Hermione x reader)

Y/N has a crush on Hermione and asks her to help her study. But she already knows what to do, she just wanted to spend some time with Hermione.

For about 45 minutes I have been trying my hardest to pay attention in potions class, but my gaze keeps shifting to the girl standing in front of me. Her beautiful brown bushy hair always just out of reach. Today she has her hair in a ponytail and I can see her side profile perfectly when she turns to talk to her potion’s partner, Neville Longbottom. Her deep brown eyes always shining when he asks her a question that she has the answer to.

I wish I could talk to her, but I’m too scared to. I often wonder why the sorting hat put me in Griffindor when I can’t even bring myself to say hi to my crush. Isn’t the point of being in Griffindor mean that you’re courageous. If that’s so, then why do I get so nervous at the idea of talking to her. “Hey Hermione, i’m so sorry but there’s been a change of plans.” Spoke a Ravenclaw girl nervously to Hermione “Can we reschedule our study session for Wednesday?” The girl asked rubbing the back of her neck anxiously. “Yeah of course we can.” Hermione replied cheerily with a kind smile. “Alright, great. Thanks!” The girl said relieved and walked away back to her table.

I watched this exchange longingly. I wish I could get one on one time with Hermione. Maybe I could ask Hermione to help me with my potions work. I look down at my work, all the questions already filled out. I quickly take an eraser and erase my answers from my sheet. So what if I don’t actually need help? She’ll never know that.

I slowly stand up from my chair and prepare myself for what I’m about to do. I walk over to Hermione’s desk with shaking legs that are knocking against each other. Come on y/n. Act cool. “Hey Hermione.” I say in the most casual voice I can but I’m pretty sure it still came out shaky. “I need… help with the potion a-assignment. Do you think you could help me.” I asked, nervousness lacing through my voice the longer I spoke. “Sure! Just not today. I’m busy.” Hermione answered smiling at me apologetically. “Oh that’s alright. How about tomorrow?” I questioned hopefully pouncing a bit on my toes. “That works just fine. How about we meet up in the Library after classes are over? ” She replied. I gave her a smile and a nod then quickly began walking back to my seat. As soon as I was back in my seat I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming in delight. It was almost impossible to contain my joy. I have just gone and talked to Hermione! The girl I’ve been crushing on for two years now! OH MY GOD!

I look over to my friend who looks at me excitedly and gives me a thumbs. A small smile makes its way onto my face as I give her a thumbs up in return.

After a whole day of not being able to focus and being nervous the time to have a study session with Hermione has come. I headed up to the library feeling my heart pound in my chest. Why did I do this to myself? Is it really worth it? Is it worth feeling like you might have a panic attack just to hang out with your crush? My thoughts quickly began to overlap each other and I had to try and block out my bad thoughts with good thoughts. I began trying to picture all the good things that could happen. We might end up getting along so well that she offers to hang out again! Maybe she’d ask me to hang out with her at the next trip to Hogsmet.

Before I know it my happy impossible daydreams where stopped abruptly as I found myself walking through the library doors. I looked around for a moment then my eyes settled on the person I’d been looking for. Hermione was seated at a round table near one of the far windows, with her text books out and pencils ready. I felt myself swallow nervously as I stumbled forward to study with Hermione.

“Hi.” I said as I sat down next to her. “Hi.” Hermione smiled politely as I set my books down into the desk. “You said you needed help with the potions assignment right?” She asks tilting her head. “Uhh- yes.” I quickly responded. She nodded and began talking about the assignment.

Every once in a while I’d ask questions that I already knew the answer to just so she’d talk more. It was amazing watching Hermione talk about things she’s so passionate about. I tried to listen to what she had to say really I did but it was hard when she had dish a pretty voice. I found myself listening to the sound of her voice and not the words they were creating.

“Hey! Are you listening?” Hermione questioned suddenly, causing me to jump. “Y-yeah I’m listening. Of course I’m listening. Why would I not be listening?” I rambled with a nervous laugh.

I suddenly realized how close Hermione was to me and couldn’t help but look down at her lips. They looked so perfect. Rosy red and soft. I looked back up at her eyes and saw that she was looking down too. Her checks started to flush and she clears her throat then looked away quickly breaking the spell.

“I’m only going to go over this one more time, okay? So listen carefully.” She said getting back to work, her face now red enough to be a tomato. Hermione began to talk about the project again and slowly the uncomfortableness of the situation that had just happened was forgotten.

“Do you understand?” Hermione asked turning around again for the first time in an hour. “Yes. I understand it perfectly now… thank you.” I answered realizing I couldn’t think of any more questions to ask. A sudden sadness filled my chest when I realized our study session was going to have to end. I had been having a good time. How was I supposed to talk to Hermione again after this? It’s not like I can ask for help everyday? I don’t want her to think i’m stupid.

“Alright I think that’s it!” Hermione says happily and starts to pack her books into her backpacks on the ground beside her. I give her the realest smile I can muster and hope she can’t see through it. I watch as Hermione goes to pick up her pencil case then freezes. She slowly turns to me and asks “You didn’t need my help with this project did you?” Her eyebrow raises in question. I felt my stomach drop. How did she know?! “What??? Noo, of course I needed your help. That’s why I asked you to study it with me.” I said, my voice starting to shake nervously. Hermione scoffed, but I could tell she wasn’t actually upset because a small smile was tugging at her lips. “Don’t lie to me y/n. I overheard your friends talking about how jealous they were that you finished the project on the day it was given to us.” I was silent for a minute as I processed this information. She had known this whole time. Now I look like a fool. I looked down feeling guilty. “If you knew that I already knew what to do the whole time, then why did you help me.” I questioned with a puzzled expression on my face. Suddenly a look of shyness filled Hermione’s face.

She opened her mouth then snapped it shut. I watched as this happened three times before she actually got a word out. “I like you!” She blurred out quickly. I stared at her in shock. Did I hear her right? “I’ve had a crush on you all year and I really wanted to spend time with you.” She whispered as blush began to creep up her neck.

She looked up at me expectingly, waiting. YES! SHE LIKES ME! I was amazed by the burst of butterflies flying around in my stomach as the thought sunk in. I have a chance! I have more than a chance! Suddenly a voice interrupted my thoughts. “If you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I just really wanted to tell you.” Hermione spoke rapidly. “What- no!” I exclaimed realizing I had never said anything back to her. “I- I like you too.” I spoke nervously with smile. I watched as Hermione’s shoulders dropped in relief. A airy chuckle made its way out of her mouth as she leaned back in her chair.

She looked back over at me and I’m that moment everything changed. There was no noise around us. Nothing was moving. We were no longer in the library, instead we were in a world with just the two of us. I reached over and cupped her face into my hands and quickly leaned in smashing our lips together. I felt as she froze in shock, then almost immediately kissed me back almost more desperately than I was. I placed my hands in her waist and pulled her as close to me as I could as her lips stayed pressed to mine. I was right. Her lips our incredibly soft. Her hands went from my back to dragging up to my hair. We fit perfectly together. We were like two sides of a coin.

I felt as one of her hands went under my shirt and stayed on my stomach as the other still stayed in my hair. It was perfect. She was perfect.

We broke apart after what felt like hours, both blushing from head to toe. We stared at each other for a minute, fascinated by one another. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” I smiled at her, as I leaned back over for one more kiss.

[world-of-eibon]

Introductions

Copy-Pasting this from twitter dot com as an introduction to this blog and what kinda content is going to be featured here!

Gonna start tweeting about my #ttrpg setting in a hopefully not-unhinged matter. Especially since things are happening quickly again. I'll pin this so everyone know's what's up. Let's talk about Eibon.

Eibon is the setting that I've been working on consistently since 2018. As far as rpg settings go, that's pretty young, but Eibon hasn't exactly come out of nowhere, since as my friends could tell you, it's several hundreds of pages of lore now.

Yes, some of it is stuff that I really just loved a lot from older rpgs. I can't lay claim to that. But also, Eibon isn't meant to be this completely original thing that came exclusively from me.

Eibon is meant to be a reflection of my experiences and my beliefs, as well as the things that inspired me to take up the pen in the first place. That's why there's things that to so.e would feel out of place. Because if you love something, I think you should reference it.

I've lost a bit of my point here. Eibon started before 2018, back when I was in middle school, and being introduced to 4th ed d&d from 40k. There wasn't a setting for me and my friends, the places we went to were just places in the world.

But I got older, and as 4e ended, I got more into fantasy and world building. As well as history. The world didn't come from nowhere, life isn't a vapid fleeting thing that ends when you look away. Legacy is everywhere in our world, good and bad- shouldn't it be true in fantasy?

I decided on a name first, before I knew what I was really doing, because every place should have a name. At the time, I picked Eibon. Partly because it rolled off the tongue well, and partly because i was inspired by Soul Eater. A few years ago I learned it came from lovecraft.

In high school, I kinda lost myself, and found myself, and lost myself again. I lost loved ones, and for the first time in my life I started to think about the future. That's kinda when I realized that the history we're taught in school, it doesn't end.

All the bad things I learned about as "ancient history" for my country happened just a lifetime ago, and worst of all, things weren't getting better for us. It's also around this time that I realized the religion that I was born into was a vector for hate in our world.

This had a impact on me, and on Eibon. After that, I graduated high school, went to college, dropped out of college, and started working full time. I wouldn't really recommend living at the poverty line, but doing so has given me perspective that my relatively cushy youth didnt.

Which leads me to 2018. I had been playing CoS with some college friends and my partner asked if we could play d&d. They were living in LA at the time, which was on the opposite coast from me. I had never heard of a vtt, but decided that we could give it a shot thru discord

It was here that our rpg group of the last 6 years began. And what a journey! These people who form the core of our group are my closest friends now, and they began as strangers, or even antagonistic to me. Now one of them will be moving in with me.

Eibon has been on a journey to. At first it was lifting things from module books. Then it became "I have an idea for a town". Then my friends asked to make their characters in this world we were making. Before realized, we were excitedly talking about some of these made up places

It wasn't much later that we realized that we didn't like what other games were doing. Other RPGs are fine, but we wanted to chart our own direction. When we realized that we started to divorce Eibon from preexisting fantasy copyrights. Then we started Project Starwyrm.

A lot of people are talking about one singular generic rpg system for everything. with respect, it's a little silly. But Starwyrm is the system that me and my friends want, for Eibon. Not everyone will like it the way we do. That's fine. That's what makes it special.

It's been 6 years and Eibon is still an infant to me. But it's got a point. Like our world, Eibon has cycles and legacies. Some are good. Some are bad, so many are dangerous. These cycles and legacies don't stop whenever, they keep going until we end them.

Eibon does have a cycle of empires. Because dead civilizations are everywhere in our world, why wouldn't they be in a fantasy world? Unlike what pseudoscience will tell you, the cycle of empire isn't the life of civilization, it's the life and death of institutions and tyrants.

Eibon has horrible monsters of nations that have scarred the world, permanently, from their abuses of magic, science, and people. Some are gone, some are here, and some are yet to come. That's part of the point of it all, see? History isn't one great battle against a single evil.

Instead, history repeats like an endless waltz, which each beat repeating forever. Simultaneously, Eibon explores how what is new is old, and vice versa. This probably stems from the fact I played Guild Wars a lot when I was younger, but technology is an important part of Eibon.

Just like how ancient peoples proved the basic principles of science before we really defined what science was, in the current "age" of Eibon, people are (re)discovering science, knowledge that in ages past was common-place, but lost through that endless cycle of abuses.

Eibon will explore technology, its intersection with magic, and how that will look- since I don't believe that magic and tech are opposites clashing from two sides with chaos in the middle. I think they are more like a coin. Additionally, Eibon will explore industry and just how awful industry actually is for people. How technology and magic improves some lives, and makes some lives worse. How disparities form between people, and how people with discriminate against those without. And maybe how we can solve these problem.

Eibon wont shy away from problems- but unlike cringe weirdos, Eibon isn't going to be a place where violence against minorities is celebrated. Instead, Eibon is going to be a place where the oppressed will actually inherit the earth, and then celebrate the death of bigots.

Should take this time now to talk about the group- I won't be using names since it's rude to do that without permission, but I'll take the time to say that me and my players are a pretty diverse group. Ethnicity, sexuality, class- we're kinda all over the place. And proud of it.

Because of that, Eibon is going to be about cultures and how they intersect to. There's already some exploration and celebration of real-life cultures planned in the future of our writings, but as time goes on, we will be talking more and more about this.

I say the future, since so much of the now is what we do on a week-by-week basis in our group play. But this is kinda starting to come to an end. Not our group, we'll probably keep going until we die and leave the world, but a day is coming where everyone can explore Eibon.

I'm slowly going off and doing a generic "the future..." thing, so I'm going to be more specific. Right now Eibon is the realm of me and my friends, but there will access for all eventually. By my estimates, Starwyrm is still a few years out from being complete.

When Starwyrm is done, the core rules for it, as well as access to Eibon will be available to the public. Everyone should have equal chance to play around with something, and have an opportunity to learn if they like it, which is why the core stuff is going to be free.

Also, we're not really doing this for money either. We're writing Eibon and Starwyrm for ourselves. It's just that we feel that if you think you might like it, you should get to use it too. Will there come a time where we release books or supplements you have to pay for? Maybe.

But I don't want the rules that everyone uses to be behind a paywall. So if anything Eibon/Starwyrm related is paid, we'll tell you why, every time.

Eibon will be available to the public's eyes before Starwyrm launches though. It's hard to tell when exactly this will be, since I'm currently stuck trying to move and get a new job, but we do want to do a podcast game for those who like such things.

We're gonna keep the cast and crew reduced to our circle of friends for the time being, but probably some time within this year or the next year I'll announce a proper podcast that will stream on youtube. We're gonna do our best to make the podcast all original content rather than say, other people's modules. Will we end up running modules? Probably eventually. The podcast, like the rest of Eibon, isn't going to be done for money. It's going to be done for fun, we just want to share our creativity with the rest of you, if you'll have us.

This is all kinda ground-floor stuff. The big announcement of what Eibon is, and that we want to show everyone what we've done, and eventually let everyone play with our work. Right now, there's kinda nothing. Me and my group work 9-5s (sorta) and this is what we do for fun.

I scrolled up and saw that this thread has accrued more views than my normal tweets and reposts, which is cool. Maybe once the podcast is out in the wild, I'll make a community discord or something, if enough people notice what we're doing and want to talk about it.

the big thing with this is that in sharing Eibon with everyone, I (specifically) want to foster a community. Because by making and fostering communities, we make the world a better place.

This whole thread has kinda been my off the cuff, rambling thoughts about the work we've been doing in private, and finally just wanting to kinda shout out into the void of twitter about it. I want to try making a post a day now about Eibon, for the one or two who might be a little curious about what exactly we're up to and want more details about things. Don't like, expect big art or anything, since all I myself can really do is paint minis and write, and the artists in my friend circle don't do work like that for free.

but definitely expect little factoids, or me talking about whatever I can for this made-up world we've been working on. When the time comes and we are ready to announce the podcast, and the public release of Starwyrm, I'll be loud about it, promise.

That's kinda it I think! Hey thanks for reading all of this. I'm really shy, and being autistic I don't always communicate clearly. So if you have a question, just reply and I'll see if I can make a good response. This was just kinda me rambling on twitter, so I've probably lost a thought or two here and there no doubt. If you're interested in hearing more about Eibon, please just follow or like and I'll try not to disappoint. If you're the kind of person who likes to support indie stuff, also please just follow or like.

[msookyspooky]

https://at.tumblr.com/msookyspooky/tbh-the-angst-that-comes-from-ray-having-a-wife/gor1eorgpcff

I'm this anon!! And I love that fact that we all know that billy and stu are endgame but we really love angst with the fact that before we can be with them we have to deal with feelings toward randy and just dropping it bc he is married and with kids 😬😭

I said I had an angsty idea for this so here it is 😌 (hopefully I can compare to angsty anon bc HER'S ARE THE BEST!!)

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10 years. 10 whole entire years of peace was washed away completely once you got notice of two murders. Two young girls found in there home. One thrown through a window. You were stupid to think that nothing would happen after showing up in Woodsboro around the anniversary of the 96 murders. You figured you could do a quick book signing and go back home but now you were required to stay here in town with your aunt and cousin, Jill, after police found bloodied photos and a phone in your trunk. Just your luck.

You, Gale, Dewey, and Randy all decide to meet up at the police station after all the drama. You were pretty excised to see Dewey, Ray, and even Gale. You manage to finally bury the hatchet between the two of you, much to the dismay of Stu - and manage to finally be close friends.

You immediately hug Gale and Dewey and when you turned to Ray, you couldn't help the smile that found its way onto your face.

"Hey...Ray," you softly say.

God, you haven't seen Ray in person in ten years. He mostly looked the same but he let his hair grow out and lost the douche mustache thing he had going on back in college. He looked good...he looked handsome.

You hate to admit it, but you had butterflies seeing Ray in person again. It's been a long time since you ever let yourself had a crush. Not since Derek and definitely not since Mark and let alone an actual boyfriend and now you were having butterflies around Randy. It must be an off day for you.

As the four of you get to talking, you notice a silver ring band on Ray's finger. A wedding ring.

Oh.

Unannounced to you, Billy and Stu were outside sneaking around and had saw the whole interaction. And although Billy wouldn't admit it - yet - he was relieved.

"I would love for you to meet the kids," Randy excitedly said.

Your stomach sank even lower. "I-I'm so happy for you, Ray!"

It was true, of course, you were happy for your best friend. But a part of you couldn't help but be jealous that everybody around you had moved on and had gotten passed everything while you were left scared; literally and figuratively.

Maybe Stu was right.

Your eyes widen at that thought before shaking it away. Hell would have to freeze the fuck over for you to ever admit Stu was right.

Dewey seemed to notice the change and said, "have you ever thought about..."

You caught on to what he was saying and furiously shook your head. "No. Definitely not."

"I hate that you're all alone," Ray says, giving you a sympathetic look and to your surprise, Gale also gave you a sympathetic look, along with Dewey.

"I'm fine. It's for the best. Really."

All three of them give each other worrying looks.

"Alright, if you say so," Randy says.

That night, you had the whole house to yourself. Your aunt had went away to do some shopping and Jill was at her friend's house, leaving you curled up watching t.v.

Of course the night didn't stay peaceful.

You almost kicked the person where the sun don't shine but had stopped yourself....

"Billy?"

You said it so nonchalantly. It was weird. After almost 10 years since you last saw him or Stu. Since that fight after you were practically begging him to kill you.

Sitting back down, you say, "where's Stu? I figured your partner in crime would be here."

Again, it was weird. You didn't try to fight back or even attack him. And neither did he. You guys acted just like how you, Dewey, Ray, and Gale acted; like old friends meeting up.

"He's around. Just had to do some things."

You roll your eyes. "Oh? Did you guys break up again?"

This time, Billy rolled his eyes, taking off his jacket and sitting next to you.

"I wouldn't get to comfortable. My aunt and cousin will probably be coming home soon."

"No worries," he says, "I won't be here long."

You shrug. You didn't feel like fighting with Stu and Billy anymore.

"So, I see you saw Gale, Dewey, and Meeks again," he smirks.

"Wha-huh? Jesus christ do not tell me you were outside the fucking police station!"

"I was. We both were. And we both could hear everything."

"Oh? Really? Do tell." You turn to him and cross your arms. You had a knife hidden by the pillow you were using. Although you no longer wanted to fight with either Billy or Stu, you were not taking any chances. Especially with Billy.

"That you now have feelings for Randy."

An awkward silence filled the room.

"I do not. He's my best friend."

"Bullshit. I saw it on your face. And after you figured out he was married with kids. Tell me, if he is your best friend, how come he hasn't once came to visit you? Or even if he couldn't, why hasn't he called you? Or why didn't Dewey? Hm?"

"Because they're busy with their lives," you say, "something you would know about if you weren't a fucking jackass all the time."

"Bite me." He snaps back. "You're alone. You know it. You know and I know it and Stu knows it. You also know deep down that Stu was right."

"Fuck you, Loomis."

You get up and go to the kitchen and Billy follows after you.

"Just admit it. If you, Dewey, and Ray-"

You cut him off. "Don't call him that."

"What? What do you want me to call him then? Meek the geek?"

"Shut up. Please just shut up. At least with Stu, I wouldn't end up like...this."

"Please. He might be your bitch but I sure as shit am not.

You refuse to look at him. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction of seeing you break again. Seeing you break just like he did 10 years ago.

Fuck it.

You quickly turn around. "What do you want to hear, Billy? Hm? What do you want to hear? That I'm scared shitless everytime I go to sleep, wake up, or even go out in public? That there is a part of me that hate my friends for being able to move on? For being able to just forget about it and have happy endings? Or is what you want to hear is that I hate myself? For having to lie to my friends for years? For not being able to Save Sid, Tatum, Mr. Prescott, Derek, Mark?"

Billy stares at you stunned.

"I-"

Again, cutting him off, you push past him and go into the guest room you were staying in. You had no interest in what snippy wise ass shit he had to say.

Billy stands there stunned. Just as stunned as he was with your last conversation.

He decides to not follow you.

A part of him. A very, very, very, small part of him was worried for you.

After an hour passed, Jill and your aunt hadn't came home yet and Billy was still around and he didn't know why he was still there. But you hadn't come out of your room and against his better judgment, he opened the door to your bedroom.

He i met with you sleeping.

Getting closer, he could see circles around your eyes, along with red. You must have been crying...

Despite that, you looked peaceful.

Although he tried to fight it, a genuine smiled reached his lips.

He pulled the blanket higher on you before turning off your light and leaving the room and the house.

You wouldn't know.

Me receiving an ounce of soft Billy that wants to act like he doesn't care while forgetting every terrible thing he's ever done: 🥺💘

But srsly it hurts that yn is in this position, and yet, it's hard for her not to be. I mean, my God! I know I'M the one writing it but I'd dare Gale or even Randy or Dewey to say they all dealt with trauma for sure bc yeah but not as much as us. I'm so hyped to finish the first chapter and post bc I want to show just how much YN STILL has to deal with. YN has been through sm hell that I srsly can't see her moving on how Sid did especially with Mark's death and Billy and Stu in and out of her life.

Having Billy see that in a way...He won. YN may still be alive and so are her friends but her life is ruined beyond repair and her friends moving on is cruel to her even if it's not Ray or Dewey's fault...It's almost worse than death. He won. He did it. He made her regret both crossing them and saving them. And he SHOULD be over the moon but after that night with Neil and seeing her dead he knows he's not. That seeing her like this secretly hurts him a little even if he'll never admit it. (Yet mfer. Yet.)

Thank you sm for this it's so extremely well written and I appreciate the other one as well!!! Thank you for sharing your talent it's such a good read 😭🖤

[blackberryblueberry]

dream diary

I had a dream that I was in an airy empty house, and this house was imperiled by rising water, and I saved myself from this house. And then my ex found me, and he embraced me and seemed so glad I hadn't perished. Being embraced by him felt like being home again, and I thought, here we are together again, and also I thought, why not. Then we walked, and we decided to go on a tour up to the Continental Divide. A ski lift would take us there. We got on, and some people around us had bundled up, but I didn't think it was necessary. We were just going to ride up, take a look, and come back the same day, anyway.

So the gondola started to go, and my ex and I talked. As we talked, I realized the mood was not one of reconciliation. There was cautiousness in how my ex talked to me, as though he wanted to keep an emotional boundary between us. I asked him about his life, thinking sooner or later I'd figure out if he was single. He said that he'd bought property, and he'd used the term "we," so I asked him, did you buy this with your partner? He ignored my question. But I remembered that he'd said "we" and I was disappointed, but manageably so.

The ski lift passed through a wood-paneled building that Harvard Law professors often took breaks in, and as we passed through, my ex saw his old professor and excitedly leapt out of the gondola to greet him. So then I was alone. But then the ski lift passed through a little hill-side village, and I saw someone that I recognized. People wanted to say hello to me and show me the aquariums that they were keeping, that I had helped them set up. I leapt out of the ski lift and walked around this micro-village paved with mossy stones, but I couldn't find any of the aquariums or the people, and I decided I'd better get back on the ski lift. Getting back on was quite intense; there was a podium where you could hop back on, but the lifts didn't slow down, so you really had to know what you were doing. I eventually caught a one-seater, and by the time I was sorted I'd realized I'd lost my laptop. I now had just my wallet and a paperback book.

I saw that my ex had caught another lift chair. He waved at me. I was sad that we weren't on the same chair. There was so much I wanted to ask him and to tell him about. The chairs just kept going and going, rising to the top of this enormous mountain. We were so high up we were passing through clouds. I realized it would be frigid and that I wasn't prepared at all. When I'd boarded the ski lift, I thought I'd be at the Continental Divide in under an hour. But the journey was going to take several more hours, and I was alone and not totally sure why I'd come aboard, or what I'd do and how cold I would be when I got to the top.

[panda-writes-kpop]

Rosè x Fem! Reader - The Girl Next Door (Requested!)

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Hope you all are doing well! 💞

Masterlist

TW: IMPLIED FEM! READER, heartache and implied breakup, reader is kind of a jerkwad, angst with a happy ending :)

Love is rough. Rosè knows this; she’s seen the strongest relationships crumble right in front of her eyes. It’s hard to get close to someone, to let them into your heart, when you realize that they’ll just break your heart again and again.

Tears stream down her face as she tosses her phone to the other side of the couch.

We’re done this time… I know I said that last time, but I can’t keep letting them hurt me over and over again.

One phone call was enough to shatter Rose’s delicate heart into a million pieces. Ready for a wonderful night-in with her partner, Rosè wore her finest pajamas with the award-winning smile that everyone seemed to adore.

Well, almost everyone.

A knock on her door causes Rosè to stand up.

“I’ll be there in a moment!”

She quickly wipes the tears from her face as she rushes to answer the door.

As the door opens, the familiar sight of you in a leather jacket with that stupid beanie that covers your head. Rosè manages to give you a warm smile despite the mascara stains on her face.

Ah, it’s just Y/N. I don’t know whether to be relieved or concerned.

You sigh before holding out a bag of food. Rose’s smile fades as she realizes the reason for your appearance at her front door.

“There was a delivery man who kept knocking on your door. He kept knocking and waiting for you to answer, and since he was interrupting my jam session with his constant noise, I decided to just grab the food and pay him extra to leave us both alone. Here’s your food, and don’t bother paying me back. I don’t really need the money anyways.” You shrug before waiting for Rosè to grab the food from you.

Rosè found you to be… odd. You were on the quiet side, and you didn’t tend to leave your house much except to get the mail or to pick up food. You weren’t exactly the friendly type, which was something that Rosè quickly found out when she moved next door to you.

~

Rosè excitedly knocked on the door with a basket of baked goods in her hands. This was her first time meeting her neighbors since she moved in, and the prospect of making new friends thrilled her.

As the door opened, a weird mixture of Old Spice, stale pizza, and newly printed books hit her nose. You entered her view after the door is nearly opened all of the way.

“Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want.”

Rosè softly chuckled. “No, no, I’m not a saleswoman. I was trying to-”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those weird religious people. How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t want to be in your cult!”

“Please just listen to me!” Rosè yelled before shyly backing off. “I moved in next door, and I brought a gift with me.”

You cautiously inspected the basket in her hands before gently grabbing it from her.

“Oh… thanks. I don’t really get around to baking these days.”

You then closed the door in Rosè’s face before she could get another word in.

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“Rosè? Are you even listening to me?” You wave a hand in front of her face as Rosè focuses back on the present. “Listen, I can see you’re having a rough day, and in order to not invade your privacy or make things worse, I’ll just drop off this food and head back home.”

You shove the food into her arms, and you turn around to exit her home.

“Please stay.” Rosè softly mumbles.

God, I sound so desperate, but I need to talk to someone about what’s been happening. I haven’t felt truly heard or seen in such a long time.

You turn back around to face Rosè.

“What?”

Rosè shivers slightly as you make direct eye contact with her.

“Can you stay? I know we’re not close but-”

“I can stay for a little bit. I guess my music can go without me for a little while longer.” You joke.

Rosè stays silent before stepping out of your way.

“No laughs? Wow, it must’ve been a really bad day.” You say as Rosè blankly stares at you.

You take the food from her hands before heading to her kitchen. As you hum to yourself while grabbing plates, Rosè feels her heart skip a beat.

You weren’t as cold and unfeeling as you made yourself seem. The girl who sneered at others whenever they tried to make small talk was not the same girl who offered to accompany Rosè on the worst night of her life.

“Are you coming, or am I going to have to eat all of this food myself?” You tease while holding a sandwich in your hand.

Rosè laughs before giving you a genuine smile.

“I’ll be right there!”

For the first time, you crack a small smile at Rosè’s sudden enthusiasm.

Perhaps I misjudged you after all, Y/N.

[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.