#putting this back on the dash !!! 💞

[starboundsingularities]

the jurist system seems really cool i hope they keep using it :-)

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🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. am i a suspect. because you can "court" me any time

🧊 just--ice Follow

try.

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. am i a suspect. because you can "try" me any time

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. are you a lawyer. because you can "try" to "court" me any time

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. am i on trial.

🌈 lawsbian Follow

i'm determined to make this work btw

🌈 lawsbian Follow

hey girl. law

🔪 violencekilling Follow

hey girl. are you a murderer. because ow ough ouch agh stop stabbing me

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🌟 rockliker270 Follow

guys watch out hes gonna shelly de kill you

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🎀 copiicat Follow

they called me to the witness stand and the defense attorney just shouted "BOOOOOO WE HATE YOUR PUSSY"

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🧇 edible-evidence Follow

look if i was on trial and the guy prosecuting me started advertising his music i'd just plead guilty. avoid the embarrassment of getting put in prison by a guy who basically used the trial to say "this blew up btw here's my soundcloud"

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⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

💞 lawveyourself Follow

didnt miles edgeworth defend someone in a case once

⛲ fountainoftruth Follow

do you know the difference between a prosecutor and a defense attorney

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💟 longingforyou Follow

being rivals isn't enough i need to kiss you

💟 longingforyou Follow

who the fuck is evil magistrate

💟 longingforyou Follow

STOP TAGGING THIS WITH LAWYERS?????

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🐈 nyattorney Follow

they hired a guy to stand in court and shout "GET A ROOM YOU TWO" whenever the lawyers start getting a little too homoerotic

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💥 courtroomchaos Follow

your honor i know all the evidence points to my client being guilty. but come on you have to admit he kinda ate right

💼 courtofwaw Follow

mia fey when they had phoenix wright on trial

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🔍 thuthseeker Follow

ok hot take but i feel like these lawyers should maybe not be allowed to drag literal children to court with them?? how many people have gotten genuinely actually fucking SHOT in court and they're just ok bringing fucking 8 year olds in?

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💼 courtofwaw Follow

happy almost christmas to all who celebrate

💫 dizzydreamers124 Follow

it's march

🎄 holidazed Follow

happy almost christmas :)

😈 knownjaywalker Follow

WHO is putting this on my dash

👁️ cymorgue Follow

STOP POSTING THIS. IT IS JUNE.

🐼 pandastar91 Follow

ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

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💽 platinumcourtrecord Follow

evil gavinners be like. innocent hate. this is a nothing post

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🥚 eggvidenced Follow

STOP asking me about the dl-6 post idc idc look even phoenix wright forged evidence once shut up

📕 lexculpatory Follow

he didn't forge the evidence, though. it was kristoph gavin who ordered the forgery. this was covered in the trial of vera misham. if you're going to try to compare yourself to well known figures, you could at least check the veracity of your claims.

🥚 eggvidenced Follow

yeah well. he might have. on a different case or something.

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🃏 thecourtjester Follow

i tried to take the bar exam but they didnt let me because i wasnt cunty and traumatized enough

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🦀 mad_libz_87 Follow

when will global studios realize that i do not WANT another shitty steel samurai spinoff i just want the original show back

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⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

she present on my evidence til i reach a verdict

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WRONG BLOLG. DON'T REBLOG THIS. DELETE POST DELETE POST DELETE POST I SWEAR WE'RE PROFESSIONALS HERE

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👑 courtroyals Follow

"we need more great prosecutors" you guys couldn't even handle manfred von karma

🧊 just--ice Follow

didn't he kill someone?

👑 courtroyals Follow

irrelevant. you guys couldn't handle him.

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law: i'm so law

lawyer, who needs to one up everyone no matter what: i'm more law than you

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hi

📋 lawandwhoreder Follow

you've got to be fucking kidding me

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why is it always murders with lawblr. why don't we ever talk about divorce or something

[cher-rei]

helloo helloo:) can you do nr. 4 from your prompt list with gavi? that‘d be so cute💞

kisses— pablo gavi [ P.G ]

kisses like pink cotton candy [a loving feeling- mitski]

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

summary: just a little wholesome tiktok trend

genre(s): nothing but fluffff

[wc: 1.2k] masterlist

notes: anon, you really picked this one out in my favour because I wanted to write something with this prompt so badddd. so thank youuu xxx (screaming, kicking ny feet rn)

it was one of those lazy saturdays— the most cherished time for you and gavi. sure he was at home more often anyway because he was recovering from the injury but he still went to practice on most days so the two of you loved the days that you got to do nothing but lounge around.

you were both sitting on the couch, your legs resting on gavi's lap while his eyes stayed on the tv and his fingers meticulously pushed his controller buttons. no words were exchanged but there wasn't a need for that, being in each other's pretense was more than enough.

so you continued to scroll through tiktok, letting out a laugh every so often which indicated to gavi that another tiktok was sent his way to pile up with the hundred others he would watch later and reply to respectively.

then something came up, a trend that you found utterly adorable. your eyes lit up at the idea of recreating it with your boyfriend. the opportunity was too perfect to miss and just the thought of smothering him in kisses had you jumping from the couch.

normally gavi wouldn't mind, but by the eagerness in your step and the lack of explanation or "I'll be right back baby" it raised some suspicion. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you dash upstairs, counting down the seconds until you came back.

he noticed something in your hand, something you didn't wear often because you preferred lip gloss.

"are you going somewhere?" he asked softly and you shook your head with a smile before taking a seat beside him, your body turned so you could face him in all of his confusion.

you looked at your phone camera as you applied the lipstick, the most flattering shade of red you could find. "do you want to film a tiktok with me?"

gavi put his controller to the side and stifled a laugh. "what do you need me to do, amor?"

your lips tugged up at the term of endearment, a blush flushing your cheeks even though it was normal. no matter how long you'd been with gavi, he still had such a smitten effect on you by doing the most mundane things. but his agreement made you giddy and you urged him to face you.

"just sit here and look cute." you cupped his cheeks lightly and gave him the first peck on his cheek where a perfect lipstick stain had been left. when you pulled away gavi was in slight shock, not quite sure what was happening but he happily took every single kiss you gave him.

they were littered all over his face and he drank it all in, no questions asked. a small giggle could be heard every so often and it made your heart swell at just how cute he was. a shiver ran down your spine with every touch to your bare skin, his fingers lazily drew under your shirt as it usually did.

your kisses travelled down to his neck which only prompted even more laughter from your boyfriend. he found his neck to be the most ticklish and you knew that all too well. it was unarguably one of your favourite places to plaster him with kisses just to hear the sweet sound of his laughter.

"are you sure you're not just doing this because you want to kiss me?" he asked teasingly when you pulled away.

just to make matters a little worse, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips which he wasn't too happy about. he tried to pull you back but you were too adamant on finalising the tktok first, saying that he could kiss you for however long he wanted afterwards.

talk about motivation.

you got the camera ready and explained to gavi that all he had to do was wipe the excess lipstick away when you messed up. he understood promptly and urged you to start recording— his mind set on the kisses he was going to get afterwards.

you hit record and reapplied your lipstick for the nth time in the last 10 minutes and staged the slip of your hand perfectly, and then came your boyfriends finger to wipe it away and he rested his fingers beneath your chin.

you couldn't stop the smile on your face as you looked at him with some much love and adoration, your heart was practically overflowing. just to tease you before the video ended tipped your head upwards to kiss him, the two of you bursting into a fit of giggles until the video stopped recording.

you couldn't even watch it back properly before your phone was taken from you and placed on the coffee table in front.

"pablo I need to save it," you said through your laughter but your boyfriend already had you on your back, his arms promptly on each side of your head with a light hum escaping from his lips that were grinning from ear to ear.

his kisses started slow, just as you had done to him. he trailed from your temple, go your cheek, to your nose until he stopped inches away from your lips where you were eagerly waiting for him.

a pout settled on your lips and you gave him a deapanned look. "are you serious right now?"

his nose scrunched cheekily. "what? are you waiting for something, amor?"

you looked up at him in shock, unable to believe how difficult he was being right now. but it was in his teasing nature, the same one that had your heart racing no matter the circumstance. a sigh of defeat left your lips and he smiled.

"can you please kiss me already?" you asked with an eye roll but he didn't budge, asking you who you were talking to.

he was being difficult today, and you didn't know how long you could play along for. was kissing your boyfriend supposed to be this difficult?

your arms snaked around his neck, your fingers lightly playing with his hair. "pablo, baby, amor, the absolute love of my life," you cocked your head to the side, "can I please get a kiss."

"that wasn't so difficult now was it?" he asked and before you could quip back at him his lips met yours tenderly, the butterflies in your stomach swarming enough to make you light headed.

you felt gavi smile into the kiss and you melted right then and there under the featherlight touch of his hand on your hip. he broke it off with a few more pecks on your face and laid down beside you.

he cuddled up closer to you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "when you upload the tiktok send it to me so I can send it to pedri and abuse my bragging rights."

you scoffed at his comment. "bragging rights? for what?"

he looked up at you with a knowing look, one that showed his confusion to your question. it was blatantly obvious which bragging rights he had. "my bragging rights for having the most amazing and beautiful girlfriend known to man duh."

[silenzahra]

☀ Clear morning: a Mareach short story ☀

💝💞💘 Happy Valentine's Day! 💘💞💝

This is a very short Mareach story that was inspired by the song that you'll find below. I highly recommend to check it out before or while reading, be it just the translation or the entire song, as hopefully it'll enrich the reading experience ❤️🩷

Hope it's okay that I tag some Mareach lovers that I think might enjoy this, needless to say you're free to ignore it if you're not interested, of course! @vulpixfairy1985 @smokszyvverstar @bberetd @itsavee4117 @pepperycar @peaches2217 @stripetkattelalala54-gf @eleventhhourfactor @doodleydoo101 @multicolour-ink @elitadream @pinkcreamypeach

Translation available here.

Hope whoever gives this a chance will enjoy it! 💖💖💖

PS: In case you're also into some Luaisy sweetness, you may want to check out my very first Luaisy fic which was posted exactly one year ago today 🎂🥳

☀ Clear morning ☀

Dawn has yet to crack when Mario reaches the bridge leading to Princess Peach's castle.

He hears the gentle chirping of birds all around him, waking up and preparing for the new day ahead. He observes the dew-covered flowers that adorn both sides of the bridge, waiting for the sun to finally rise to shine in all its splendor and welcome the spring. The sky, like an immense curtain behind the castle, is slowly clearing up, daybreak approaching with each passing second.

And Mario, standing in front of the bridge, but not yet wanting to cross it, stands, his gaze fixed on the balcony above the main door of the castle.

The balcony of the princess, on which the majestic stained-glass window that represents her beauty and delicately captures her purity stands out.

Mario swallows, anticipation devouring him from the inside. He puts a hand to his chest as he notices that his heart is dashing, as if it had turned into a hummingbird. A nervous giggle escapes him, unable to believe that he’s doing this, that he ran away from home in the middle of the night and raced toward the castle in the hope of witnessing something that he’s not entirely certain will happen.

Even so, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Just in case. If it finally happens, he doesn't want to risk missing it.

Still, he feels bad about Luigi. The day before, his brother welcomed him back with immense joy after his umpteenth adventure rescuing Princess Peach from King Koopa's clutches. He showered him with attention and food while Mario couldn't stop thinking about the princess, about her safety, about how she might be feeling after Bowser had captured her in her own home. He was barely able to listen to Luigi, which he feels very guilty about, but he just couldn't get her out of his mind.

She’s taken over his soul to such an extent that she’s even crept into his dreams.

Mario can’t remember the details clearly, but he has etched in his memory the image of Peach, as beautiful and radiant as ever, leaning out on her balcony and waving to him as the sun rises over the horizon, her hair flowing in the morning breeze.

It was such a vivid, magical dream, and at the same time so reassuring after having rescued her, that when Mario woke up, he knew immediately what he had to do.

In a way, Peach is his muse. The one who, while he slept, showed him a vision and inspired him with that crazy plan that Mario set in motion without wasting a moment. He didn't care in the slightest that it was still the middle of the night when he left the house, although he is concerned that Luigi, who must be about to wake up now that dawn is approaching, will be scared when he discovers that his not-at-all-early-riser older brother has not only gotten up before him, but has also left the house excessively early. And without having breakfast.

But Mario can't pay attention to his growling stomach at the moment, and he trusts Luigi will understand when he explains his dream to him. He just hopes his little brother won’t worry too much.

The sound of birdsong, which has become louder, makes him turn his head for a moment towards the nearest tree. Mario smiles when he notices a small white bird, with a tiny pink crest, flying out from the branches and fluttering around his head for a second, making him chuckle. The plumber follows it with his gaze...

... And his heart skips a beat.

Just like in his dream, the first ray of sunlight shines directly on Princess Peach's balcony, causing the white stone to gleam with an almost blinding brilliance and drawing colorful sparkles from the stained-glass window, which only serves to enhance its magnificence.

But what takes Mario's breath away is to behold the person represented in that window. The very owner of that balcony, of that castle, of his rampant heart.

Contrary to what he expected given the early hour, Princess Peach has left her chambers. Silently, Mario watches her smile as the little bird flutters around her, and the sound of her laughter, soft and cheerful like the most delicate glass bell, floods his ears and sinks to the depths of his soul. Mario wants to bottle up that sound, take it home with him, listen to it all the time, when he wakes up in the morning and when he goes to bed at night. He could never have enough of Peach's laughter, not even if he lived a thousand lives.

Nor could he have enough of the heavenly image before his eyes, which he wants to capture in his memory forever: his beloved princess, leaning out on her balcony, her figure trimmed against the stained glass behind her and the rising sun making her shine and stand out even more. Her dazzling golden hair dances in the wind, and her elegant pink dress appears somewhat lighter in the dawn light, which brings out sparkles in the turquoise brooch on her chest and in the earrings that adorn her ears. The little bird on her finger, whose melodious song makes her smile, is an addition that only serves to further enhance the vision that Mario has dreamed of.

And yet, the plumber feels as if he were still inside that dream. As if he hadn’t managed to wake up completely, or as if he had fallen back to sleep as soon as he opened his eyes. This is much better than all those times when he’s even daydreamed about her, imagining that she’s in front of him and that he can look her in the face, as happens whenever his eyes, by accident or not, linger too long on the picture of the princess that hangs above the stairs in the house that he shares with his brother.

All that, those visions, those dreams… only take place in his fanciful mind.

But this… this is real. This he can see with his own eyes. And it’s much bigger and more magnificent than his imagination could ever conjure up.

He feels small, like the hummingbird that has nested in his chest. He feels tiny, like a mere mortal kneeling at the feet of the most radiant and majestic goddess. He feels undeserving of contemplating such beauty, for who is he, but a small, humble man who interrupts the peace of the queen of his soul?

The rising sun bathes Princess Peach in its golden light, and Mario wonders if this is the sun's way of declaring her, the most dazzling of all creatures, as its equal.

Certainly, Mario feels that his whole life revolves around her, that he orbits around her like a planet, that his heart would stop if her light were to be extinguished one day. He gasps as he stares at her ecstatically in the bright morning light, realizing that Peach has been slipping into his soul little by little, with every intense gaze, every kind word, every shy smile, every moment when she has taken his hand or kissed his nose or cheek in gratitude. Mario treasures each and every one of those moments in his heart, which she has undoubtedly taken over.

And he wouldn't want it any other way.

Suddenly, the little bird flaps its wings, and Peach extends her arm to encourage it to take flight. The bird heads towards the sun, which has almost fully risen, and as she follows it with her gaze, the princess suddenly notices the presence of the plumber at the foot of her balcony. Mario jumps, his face suddenly reddening, and wonders what he should do, how he should act. He tries to smile, but all he can manage is a grimace that must look ridiculous, which is in keeping with how he feels inside. What did he expect to achieve, standing there like a fool in front of the home of such a deity? Only to give the impression of a pathetic stalker, of course...

However, all his doubts are silenced when he notices how Peach's lips widen and the sparkle of joy that blossoms in her sapphire eyes, as well as a soft blush that covers her cheeks and makes them seem even more adorable and pure. Since she still had her arm raised, the princess begins to wave it gently in his direction, not without a certain shyness, but also clearly happy and pleased to see him.

And so, in a matter of a second, Mario feels, once again, trapped in a dreamlike fantasy from which he never wants to wake up.

Somehow, his arm moves. Somehow, his smile becomes more stable and confident. Somehow, his eyes connect with Peach's despite the distance between them. Somehow, he manages to return the greeting to the light of his life on this clear morning.

His day couldn't have started better.

[fiction-is-life]

hi! congratulations on 800 followers <333 i was wondering if i could get lying together in comfortable silence, maybe they’re cuddled up together, either way they’re both mutually enjoying the other’s company with topper. please and thank you!

Cuddles and Competition

Author's Note: Hi, and thank you!! You are always so supportive!! Also, I am soooo sorry I am only now getting to this request! I just completed my hardest year in school and I had no time to write. I wanted to put this out for your birthday but I missed that, so it will be a belated gift, I guess! I hope you enjoy it, love!! 💞

Warnings: none really?

~

“Topper! Meet me in the kitchen. Now!” Dr. Cynthia Thornton called out to her son through the in-home PA system.  You were busy chopping onions for the soup you were making per that lady’s request. You just kept your head down; when she was in a mood it was best just to let your employer run her course.

Topper slowly made his way into the kitchen, a bored look on his face. Cynthia rolled her eyes as she looked up from her phone at him.  “Topper, stand up straight, how many times must I tell you?”

Topper straightened his spine, but his frown didn’t disappear. “Is that why you called me down here?” he intoned, a smirk now playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t be cheeky,” she snapped.  This was typical of every mother-son interaction between the two.  “I have to attend a work event tonight, but I don’t want any funny business.  Rafe and Kelce are not to be here, and absolutely no girls allowed,” she explained while putting her earrings in and fixing the 24K gold bracelet at her wrist.

Topper smirked fully now - his mother had really been getting on his nerves lately with college application deadlines looming over his head.  “What about (Y/N)?  She’s a girl.  And she’s here.”  You could hear the laughter in his voice, and you had to turn away on the pretense of going to the sink so that Dr. Thornton couldn’t see you laugh as well.

Cynthia rolled her eyes.  “She doesn’t count; I would expect you to have more respect for yourself than that.”  That wiped the smirk off of your face.  “I will be home by midnight, and you are responsible for driving (Y/N) home.”  With no further words, Dr. Thornton left the house.

You both waited in silence for the front door to click shut and the roar of her sports car starting to sound a few seconds later.  Once it did, Topper turned towards you slowly, a serious expression on his face.  “So…pizza or Chinese?”

You grinned from ear to ear.  “Both!  Let me throw this soup in the fridge and then I can get Netflix all queued up.”

“Sounds good, sweet thing,” Topper replied, already ordering your usual on door dash.  

Within thirty minutes you were on the couch debating who the best baker on The Great British Bake Off was for that week between mouthfuls of the Outer Banks’ finest late-night cuisine.  The only light in the room came from the living room’s tv and the reflection of the moon and stars off of the Thornton’s pool that was visible from the windows.  

“How do they all mess up something so simple as that for a technical?  Half of them were inedible!”

“Topper, I would love to see you try to make that dessert and come up with something better than the person who took last place,” you teased.

He looked at you with incredulousness written all over his face, but you could see the smile he was holding back with all of his might.  “I could absolutely bake something passable,” he stated, fully believing his words.

“Maybe if you had a full, detailed recipe, but not the paired down version the contestants are given.  I love you, but I would not eat anything you baked without a full recipe - and maybe some youtube tutorials,” you laughed, making him break and join in your mirth before he turned “serious” once more.

“I could absolutely bake something to that standard.” He continued as he started to stand up, “In fact, let’s go into the kitchen and have a little competition of our -” he was cut off by a fast-moving piece of orange chicken hurtling into his mouth.  You giggled once more as he made a show of chewing the chicken you had used to shut him up.

“Seeing as food particles are defying gravity, I guess we can save our baking competition for another day.  To protect myself, I just want to hang out with you and make fun of their accents.  You can be my shield if any pepperoni starts flying,” Topper pulled you practically on top of him as he said this, making you shake your head and laugh, highly amused at his antics.

You didn’t say much else for the rest of the show, just breathing in his scent and basking in his presence.  You had almost fallen asleep from Topper lightly massaging your back as he held you to him when you heard his voice rumble to life after a heavy sigh. 

“I can’t wait to beat you in our baking competition, love.  I can just imagine your face when I pull something out of the oven that absolutely crushes yours.”

You pushed yourself off of his chest at this, his arms falling down to your waist.  “Alright, smarty pants, let's bake something and see who would actually win,” you retorted; he had finally played your competitive streak to his advantage, and now you fully wanted to crush him with your baking prowess.

He just leaned in and kissed the determined look on your face and practically tackled you back into his arms.  Your pout broke as he peppered kisses all over your face before settling his head onto your stomach.  “I’m just kidding, love, we both know you would destroy me in any competition except for surfing,” his smooth voice soothed your ruffled feathers, but you couldn’t help but tease him once more.

“I would destroy you in a surfing competition too, Top, don’t deny it.”

His blue eyes caught yours from his relaxed position.  “You have never surfed a day in your life, (Y/N/N),” he stated.

“And you’ve never baked, Top,” you grinned.

“Touche.” He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of your tummy before you both turned your attention back to the tv with smiles on your faces.  You stayed like that until way past the time you should have left, tempting fate that Dr. Thornton may come back and see you, but neither of you cared.  You just enjoyed spending the rare moments you had alone with each other too much to give up a single second.  It was only then when all your troubles seemed far enough away that you could truly live.

~

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[sorrowfulmuse]

Hi! Could I request a Sub-Zero x reader where the reader is sweet and fun to everyone but him (they treat him and ONLY him the same way he treats literally everyone else) and they basically have some rival/romance thing going on?

♡:: sub zero (bi-han) x gn!reader (hc? blurb? im not sure)

✩:: FINALLY BIHAN REQUESTSSSS and you asked for the perfect prompt 😭, i kinda made this more bihans pov if that’s okay? also i apologize if i closed the requests yall! your girl is employed again saur now i have responsibilities 😞 right now i’ll be catching up on requests and will be opening requests maybe tomorrow night! STREAM CHASING THAT FEELING YALL and i hope you enjoy! remember to like and reblog pls! ☺️💞

♡:: warnings/mentions: nada

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the amount of glares that is shared in a close space because of you two is very uncomfortable.. just ask kuai liang and tomas! no but seriously, if it wasn’t oblivious enough that you and bi-han were naturally born enemies with a dash of attraction for each other is no lie.

"i expected more.." bi-han taunts you in a practice match, "well, i'm sure you can hit me if you try hard enough. i'll believe you." you snapped back. bi-han was irritating to be around half of the time but yet.. why did your eyes immediately meet his whenever you were around each other? anyways..

you’re not sure where both your rivalry started but you sure weren’t backing down to ending it. bi-han hated the way you played the game with him and that was by.. putting him in his place. kuailang would personally thank you for this sometimes.

although you started to notice the amount of times you caught bi-han near you. not physically but he was definitely near you enough to make you irritated by his presence, although seems like he was also irritated by your constant presence around other people.

he hated the way you treated others with such kindness, the way you would gleam a smile when tomas came to greet you or when johnny would indulge in a conversation with you and your laughter would be so anxious! he hated that he craved it in some way. craved to be.. he doesn’t know.

he doesn’t why he feels the way that he does for you.

so he intends to crush it, the feelings to not exist or so he claims doesn’t exist. you’re making him feel a way and he doesn’t like it.

there is times you both can coexist peacefully which is rare but very much needed considering he likes to hear your soft voice and how gracefully you speak.

a secret he’ll never tell but he'll watch you from afar while you attend to your duties or just relaxing during your training sessions, he finds himself staring a little too hard

his brothers would definitely be the two to first notice everything between you two but they’ll never say anything to bi-han especially since they didn’t want to feel his wrath.

so que the playboy johnny to steal your attention away! and boom, they have their answers: their brother has feelings for you but won’t admit it but on the other hand, do you feel the same way about him? is there a way they can get the truth out of you?

[artsybun]

How long do you typically spend on each TMayNT drawing? Of the ones you've done so far, which one took the longest? Which one was the quickest?

OOOOOO! These are great questions, thanks so much for asking!

Hmmm, the length of each piece definitely depends on what I’m doing, but on average I would say most of these pieces take roughly 6-8 hours to finish? I enjoy posing a whole lot and bc of that I often use a lot of full bodies which takes me longer to finish. If it’s not a full body I can normally knock those out in 4 ish hours.

The one that took me the longest was honestly the first one! This bad boy right here.

It was the combined effort of multiple characters, multiple poses, and also not being extremely familiar with each shows style. I had to spend a lot of time during the sketching phase to try and emulate the styles as best I could and that took a loooong time. But I’m super happy with this piece! It’s one of my favs and was a great help in learning how each show tackled the characters designs as well as how other artists drew them too! I’ve gotten significantly more comfortable drawing each iteration of turtles now.

The one that took the shortest? Hmm, technically I think the Splinter one would classify as the shortest, however, it was Mother’s Day and I was so busy I called the piece early. I still plan on going back and finishing it. So with that in mind… I think it might be this one.

Which is funny considering it’s a full body + a prop, a mechanical one at that, but I was honestly in a mad dash trying to finish this piece cause I knew it was late. As the artist themself I’m very nit picky and in this piece it’s the line work where I can tell that I was rushing. I normally try to make my lines as smooth as possible for a finished piece but that takes a LOT of time and effort. So I used my sketching brush for the lineart to force my brain to shut off and get this one done. I’m not unhappy with it by any means! I really love the posing and had a lot of fun with it, but some of those lines, specially on the hover board, really annoy me now lol.

Thanks again for the ask!! Not to sound egocentric, but I really enjoy talking about my art and the trials and errors throughout it all.

I’ve learned a whole bunch doing this challenge. It’s been pushing me a lot and overall been super fun. Everyone has been so nice too!! Seeing the little comments from ppl always makes my day. I’m so very thankful for the creator putting it out there for me to participate in, and I’m thankful for everyone who decided to follow me along thru this challenge! 💞💞💞

[marshmellowtea]

it was me i follow you because aro flag in icon and youre a self proclaimed freak idr how i found u tho. also PLEASE info dump i’m so deeply curious

those are very good reasons to follow me ngl alkadsjflkd :3 BUT okay sorry for the barrage of text you've unleashed i have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this series putting it under a cut so i don't obliterate people's dashes lmao

i'm assuming based on your anon that you're somewhat familiar with the series but in case not (and because i love being annoying <3) the goes wrong show is a british comedy about a drama society who. well. cannot put on a play correctly for the fucking life of them lmao. as of writing this it's free on youtube and tubi (though tubi actually has the season one episodes in order, most places it ends up on don't for some reason?? this does not matter that much cuz there's very little continuity in this series anyway but as someone's who's very autistic about this series it does bother me lmao), and the two specials that come before the show chronologically, peter pan goes wrong and a christmas carol goes wrong in that order, are also on youtube for free :D

in addition to the series and the two specials there's also a christmas audio special you can find on the internet archive (the christmas that goes wrong, not to be confused with a christmas carol goes wrong lol), and the play that goes wrong, which was the original entry in this series/the first in what could loosely be referred to as a timeline (again, there's very little continuity here lol). there isn't a proshot of the play that goes wrong with the og cast as far as i'm aware BUT the script is available online for free and there are plenty of community theater productions available on youtube (and someone on here mayyy have a bootleg of it with the og cast but i'm too intimidated to ask about it lmao). most of these are pretty easy to find but i have links for most of them if anyone needs them!

anyway all that aside. chris.......chris bean the diieeeerectoooor.......my beloved little gay hater who sucks so much aklsjfkldskfljdas.............it's actually really funny to look back on my relationship to this series because when i first watched it my favorite was actually dennis (whom i still love to death don't get me wrong <3) and i didn't give a fuck about chris but as i watched the show more the tides started to change and now he's all i think about :') i think there's a couple reasons for this shift, the main ones being that my love for my blorbos get a bit uhhh violent (i ❤️ whump!) and i'd feel bad putting dennis through all that in a way i don't with chris lmao, and also because when i first watched the series i wasn't paying full attention so i hadn't realized how fucking actually tailor made this freak (affectionate) is for me adkljfsalkdfjKLSJLKF

AND TAILOR MADE FOR ME HE IS he's got mommy issues (the first time i watched the mother's day promo video i instantly lost my mind ghlkadsjf), he's got daddy issues (putting aside the implied emotional distance casting your dad as the villain in a play who's not only a traitor for the nazis but also preys on one of his subordinates is actually insane and i think about it so so much), and anger issues (his perfectionist onstage tantrum throwing ass ough). he also kinda disassociates onstage (the way he sometimes just. watches things go wrong with a blank expression. he's so unwell actually <3), and there's an in character tweet of him that implies disordered eating ("another hungry night" you'll always be famous)........he's got a lot of issues and all of them are designed to scratch My Brain Specifically glkajdsfkl. if characters don't have these issues i Give Them To Them but he just. already has them. gah 🥲💞

outside of all that there's also the fact that the minute he gets the chance to force his castmates to do it with him he puts on a ballet where he plays a caterpillar who "needs to rest" and becomes a beautiful "lord butterfly" and. well. there's so so much to unpack with that play in general but ballet and butterflies are two of my favorite aesthetics so this really was an attack on me lmao. even if his costume was kind of ugly there <3 listen i never said he had good style lmao that's what dressing up in little outfits in my head is for. though in speaking of style he's also always wearing the gayest theater kid scarfs offstage?? he's so cute and annoying and pretentious and i hate him 🥰🥰🥰

these are only a few things that make me feral about him there's a lot more i could ramble about if i wanted to keep us here all day galskdfsjdlf..........he really was the perfect storm to latch onto my psyche lmao. also lbr writer/actor henry shields who plays him in the show is just kinda pretty i do love my skinny brunette men 💗 (see also my recent crushes on adam scott and andrew garfield lmao)

i've been. extremely feral about him on main as you can tell ahlkdgjsaf. people just keep rewarding me for being insane so thank you everyone for that lmao :') also it's my new year's resolution to be more freaky and unhinged on main so i'm on that putting chris through some of the worst things possible grindset 💪but yeah i could ramble about this guy forever rn i love him so much and think he's really fun to chew on like a squeaky toy so galdfjkldf

[itsgrimeytime]

Home is Where the Heart is (Part Seven) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Taglist: @1tsk1tty

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier and Begin Again by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWs: a little angsty (but Rick is there to fix it), crying, infidelity, broken engagement, thunderstorms, and heartbreak.

[[A/N: You finally tell Rick your story. Get my hurt/comfort girlies in here!!! Because you are about to EAT. Enjoy :))]]

You blinked, the dark of the night peeking through your windows and the pounding of the rain on your roof filling your ears.

Flashing to your phone, your eyes flickered over the time -'3:25 AM'.

You groaned, rolling over into the other side of your bed -comforter moving with you. You tried to close your eyes again, picture something beautiful, something nice and calm-

A loud crack of thunder echoed through the night.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered -moving back over to the other side, maybe it was bad luck.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to wordlessly situate your body -everything still felt uncomfortable. You were trying though, desperately. It wasn't like you had any plans the next day, you just... you wanted to sleep. Needed to sleep.

It had been a rough day, and all you could think about was-

"I need the ring back," he said, nothing even faltering over his face -no pity, regret, nothing.

How could he show up after a year of nothing?

Your eyes shot open, breath heavy in your chest -god. You hadn't thought about that in so long, you thought you were-

"There's someone else, always has been."

Your stomach turned, and your eyes got foggy -you swallowed, dryly. This wasn't fair, you were so far away -you were starting over. He doesn't deserve to haunt you like this.

You wasted three years on him, and he took one second to ruin it all. You were supposed to get married-

With a sob racking up your throat, you finally caved -throwing back the blanket. Blinking up at your ceiling, you tried so desperately to stop the tears -he didn't deserve to make you cry anymore.

You thought you were doing so much better.

The sob squeaked out of your lips before you could hold it back, arms reaching out to hold against yourself -squeezing. Your heart, even though it was distant, shattered in your chest; you could feel what you felt then -the exact same.

Blearily through tears, you grabbed your phone -breaths hollowing out your lungs and mind running so wild. Good god, why did it hurt so bad?

Your finger dashed through your conversations, hovering over the contact. Grandma 💞. Something in your froze solid, she'd always been so wrapped up in this, it wasn't fair-

You set your phone back down, sitting properly on the side of the bed -putting your elbows on your knees, and covering your eyes with your hands. Breaths rattled out of you, but they weren't getting any slower; the sobs had stopped, but the tears kept going. It took you a few minutes there to realize this wasn't going to go alone.

Wiping at your eyes, you let out a big breath -eyes moving to the window. The sky was getting that kind of bright it did in the early mornings, and through the rain splashing against your window, you could see the blue shingles of-

You paused. Rick.

"If you ever... need anythin', I'm just a door down. Anythin'."

"I'll make time for ya, you're more important than that other stuff anyway, darlin'."

You were sliding your shoes on before you could even second guess it.

It was like you were on autopilot, you felt the rain -heavy on your clothes. You knew it was cold -goosebumps rattling across your skin, but you couldn't feel it.

And all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears, and the boom of the thunder -you weren't sure which one made your hands shake. Your lip was trembling and your breath catching in your throat -you blearily stepped toward his house.

The puddles sloshed around you, soaking through your shoes but your mind wasn't thinking of that. Just the quiet timber of his voice, the twinkle in his smile, the all-encompassing woodsy smell he seemed to carry around, and his eyes -so blue.

All you could think was that you wanted him, needed him. You weren't exactly sure why, but it felt like you were broken into pieces and he was the only thing that could fix it.

By the time you reached shelter under his porch though, you were soaked -tears washing down your face just as consistent as the rain was moments before. Your hands were shaking and your chest was heavy, your hand felt so far away.

With a breath, your knuckles brushed onto the door -a quiet knock, but one all the same.

You took a deep breath in and had a moment where you realized just what you were doing. Guilt twisted into your gut, as your head swirled, showing up at his house at 3 am was not what he meant.

But your feet wouldn't move, you tried so hard to turn yourself back into the rain -maybe it would help if you stayed out there a little more. Bring you down to earth, make your mind clearer.

You won't put this on him, you reprimanded yourself, he doesn't deserve it. You should just go home and-

"Do ya 'ave any idea what ti-"

His voice was cut short, blue eyes settling on you -detailing over your soaked clothes and the redness you knew to be under your eyes. He hesitated only a little.

"Is everythin' okay, darlin'?"

Something in you snapped, tears falling faster and breaths puffing out of your chest -the tiniest whimper echoing through your lips.

Rick rushed forward at the noise, stepping out of his house without a second thought -hands gently holding your face, keeping your eyes locked on him, "Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's okay, I've gotcha. You're safe-"

You didn't say anything, sniffling a little pathetically -but something in you calmed ever so slightly. His eyes trained on you and the warmth of his hands, you felt safe.

"-c'mon, let's get ya inside."

His hands moved quickly, wrapping around your hand and pulling you inside without hesitation. Another sob riled up through your throat, and Rick turned to the noise without another thought.

"Breathe, baby, you're alright," he hummed -taking your hands and placing them on his chest, "-follow my lead."

Your mind halted, watching the up and down of his chest -mindlessly you acknowledged the stain your hands were leaving on his shirt and the dripping water staining his floor.

"Good, you're doing real good, darlin'," he praised, blue eyes watching you with something so gentle you couldn't quite name.

When he finally seemed satisfied with your breathing, he brought you to a chair in the hallway -letting your hands leave his chest, "Stay 'ere, alright? I'll be right back with some fresh clothes and a towel."

You nodded your head, words couldn't make their way up your throat. The house felt so warm and welcome, you felt better just by sitting there. Your eyes just lingered on a family photo on the wall, Rick's big smile.

Before you could blink, he was back -towel and clothes in hand. With a thought, he placed the stack beside you -getting on his knees, and fidgeting with your laces. Gently, as if you were made of fragile china, he pulled them off -putting them close to the door, where you saw a few other pairs lined up.

"We'll dry 'em later," he spoke, absent-mindedly, almost to himself.

"C'mon," he held out his hand, the other holding the towel clothes to his chest, "-let's getcha changed. 'At okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you whispered, roughly, accepting his hand as he led you to the bathroom.

"Dry yourself off, change," he spoke, leading you into the room for privacy -blue eyes carefully skating across your face, "-I'll be right 'ere, waitin', okay? I'm not leavin' ya."

Something in your chest stung, he won't leave you.

You pulled the door shut, quietly getting undressed -clothes falling to the floor with a plop, soaked. And dabbing yourself with the towel, it wasn't going to all go away but you tried. Finally, you pulled on the dry clothes -your nose was overwhelmed with just... Rick, and you distantly realized they must be his.

Without thinking, you chanced a look in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and red, tear streaks clear on your face -your fingers rushing up to rub at them, wipe them away. His shirt was big, sleeves going down farther than intended and hanging a little further than your hips; the pants were the same, you used the string to tie them tight against your waist.

A pair of socks fell to the floor. You smiled a little picking up the bundle and putting them on -he'd even got you socks?

Quickly, toweling off your face and hair, you let out a big sigh and roamed back to the door.

Just like he said, Rick was leaning against the table -pajamas still wet from your hands, and hair mussed from sleep. He seemed a little distracted then, worry furrowing his brow, but then he saw you.

His eyes flickered something bright, trailing over the clothes for a moment too long -like he was appreciating the sight, "There ya are."

He seemed to see you were more relaxed then, but even still, he approached you slowly, and cautiously. Experimentally stepping closer, he waited for a reaction -consent. The idea of him handling you so gently made you want to cry for an entirely different reason.

So, without a word, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck -digging your face into it. The scruff there buzzed along your skin, but you didn't mind -you just wanted him everywhere, and it felt like it was here. It felt safe.

Slowly, his hands gathered around your waist -hands warm and pressed into your skin like he wanted you to know he was there. With a slow movement, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your temple -carefully.

Your eyes teared up, when was the last time you'd been held like this?

"I'm sorry," you whispered into his skin.

Rick seemed to take a moment, before carefully pulling you back to face him, calloused fingertips trailing your jaw -tilting you to look at him, "'S no reason to be sorry, sweetheart."

"I woke you up at 3 am because-" you started, but your voice stopped suddenly in your throat.

He looked at you, concern filtering through his gaze and eyebrows furrowing, "Let's go sit down. We can talk if ya want to, ya don't 'ave to say anythin' though."

That's how you ended up here, on his couch -curled into his side with his arm wrapped around you, and hand absent-mindedly tracing circles into your back.

The patter of the rain against the windows made your head go a little fuzzy, and being this close to him didn't exactly help either. All you could smell was the slight scent of rain and just Rick, and with your head pressed into his neck and shoulder, you could feel the heat thrum under his skin.

Every few moments you could feel him glance at you, but your eyes stayed focused on the rain against the windows.

Your mouth opened before you could really think about it.

"I had a fiancé."

The boom of thunder outside broke up the silence for a moment, Rick only listening quietly. You knew he was because his hand moved to your shoulder -squeezing it once solidly and then going back to circles.

"Back in the city," you clarified, moving a hand to fidget with the shirt you were wearing, "-he... We were together for three years."

Silently, his free hand pulled yours away from the shirt -lazily pulling it onto his lap, and interlocking your fingers. He squeezed it once.

There was a breath.

You could feel the words brush into the air, "What happened?"

You bit your lip, gnawing into it for a second, "He disappeared for a year. Wouldn't return my calls, and left all of his stuff."

Rick stayed quiet -patiently.

"We had friends that he talked to, so I... I knew he was alive," you breathed out -taking your interlocked hands and separating them, just so you could run your fingers over the creases in his palm, "-but I didn't see him until a few months before I... before I came here."

He let out a breath, squeezing your shoulder again.

"It was over, I already knew that I just didn't know why-" your voice cracked a little, and Rick turned his head to kiss the top of yours without hesitation, "-He showed up and asked me for the ring back."

You leaned further into him, and he neatly adjusted -fingertips pressed into the skin of your shoulder.

"Told me..." you started, eyes getting a little watery and tone a little wet, "-Told me there was someone else, that he- That he had been cheating on me the whole time, and he needed the ring to... to propose to her."

Rick tensed up for a moment, jaw tightening.

"I took all his stuff to my Grandma's, so he could get it from there, and she-" you mindlessly traced a line in his palm, "-she told me to come here, that she'd take care of everything. Told me about the job and the house she rents out and I..."

You fell silent a moment.

"Never looked back," you continued, "-and I just couldn't get that day out of my head, when he... when he needed the ring."

He hummed, fingers rubbing against your shoulder rhythmically. Back and forth like a ticking clock.

"I just... I kept wondering what I did wrong," you faltered, "-if I was... unlovable or something, or if he'd ever even loved me at all-"

"You didn't do anythin' wrong," he interrupted, it rumbled low in his chest -still slightly sleep-slurred but with conviction.

"How do you-"

"I know," he hummed, voice gruff but still so soft, "-If it's anyone's fault, baby, it's his."

Your heart picked up on the 'baby' this time, something in your mind clear enough to know he had said it now. And he meant it. You wondered briefly if he could hear it in your chest, or feel it.

"He took advantage of ya," he hummed -something tight in his tone, "-and whatever reason he did it for is bullshit."

He was mad, you could tell. Something in you felt so warm at him being mad for you, mad that someone had hurt you.

"Yeah?" You asked -small and barely there.

"'Course, sweetheart," he relented, soft and smooth, "-you didn't deserve any of 'at. No one does, but 'specially not you."

"I know," you said, quieter.

"Good," he responded, voice a little spent, "-dick didn't deserve ya anyway."

You laughed a little, fingers still pressed into his palm, and you could feel his chuckle vibrate through his chest. He pulled his hand away from your fingers to grab your other one, properly holding your hand this time. You felt his head tilt down to look at it, thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

"I wanna talk in the mornin' but," he started, voice low, "-I just want ya to know I'm not lettin' 'at happen to you again."

"How are you gonna-"

"I wanna," he continued, slow and steady, "-I wanna try somethin' with you. And I don't want ya to answer now, I'm not expectin' ya to," his thumb kept rubbing into your skin -gentle swirls, "-but if we did. I'd never let 'at happen to ya again. Ever."

You pursed your lips together into a line, you didn't know what to say -your heart squeezed in your chest. This... this, with him, didn't hurt.

But it could one day, you thought distantly.

You shook it away, focusing on the motion of his chest; he didn't want you to answer now anyway.

"You wanna sleep?" He offered, voice a barely there whisper.

"Here?"

"'M not moving," he mumbled, voice just a touch more slurred, "-too comfortable."

You smiled a little, as he leaned into you slightly, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and making sure plenty rested on you, before moving to himself.

"Think on it, okay?" He hummed, fingers still tracing shapes on your back, "-'Ere's no rush, I'll wait as long as ya need me to."

You breathed out, situating yourself into his side as you fit perfectly -his arm tightened around you. Holding you in place, and all at once protecting you -from what you weren't sure, but it didn't matter.

Closing your eyes, with the rain pattering outside and Rick tight into your side (his breaths lulling you to sleep), your mind settled.

You already knew your answer.

[tohruies]

hello coco friend <3 as the year begins to comes to a close, i want to express something to you that i've been struggling to put into words for a while. for me, you were the first person who ever left long tag comments on my fic. and because of that, i've gone on to do the same for other people. i think what i want to say is that for me, the ability to show love on this platform started with you. i was not in a very good place at that time, but you extend love to the people around you so freely. even to me, who didn't speak to basically anyone. and it's partly because of you that i choose to do that now too. this is getting a bit vulnerable so i think i will leave it here ahaha. thank you for interacting with me all the way back then, and for still being here now. you are under no pressure to reply to this btw! i just wanted to let you know that your love leads to so much more love

cora... my precious friend! T T before i address your ask, can i just say how happy i am!! to see that you're more active on tumblr again! 💗 not only sharing your beautiful writing, but also selfship posts!! of which your ones with sae are so lovely and entertaining for me to read and learn more about you two 🥺 i've missed you on my dash so much, and i'm overjoyed!! even more than overjoyed to see you home again, friend!!! you have such a calm yet warm presence and i'm so glad that you're doing better now, mentally and creatively! ✨ i'm very very excited to be able to interact with you more again yaaayy!!! 🤗💞

okies sorry... i went off on a tangent lol!! but truthfully, i've been staring at this ask for a half hour just. feeling dumbfounded? in a good way though, of course! 🥹 because i'd never ever have imagined that anyone could feel this way about me... 🥺 or even that the way i tend to ramble on in my reblogs of fics i read would inspire others to do the same. i don't know... i think! i think it's just really difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that the way i interact with my friends on here could impact! someone! in such a way!! that my love... could lead... to more love... so... to hear you say that makes me go 😲 and then 🥺 and then 😭 !!!

but really, i must tell you that you don't have anything to thank me for!! ♡ because 100% of that effort! the effort to actually carry on with doing the same for other people and leaving lengthy comments and showing your love and appreciation etc etc — it all starts with you! it was you! cora! your hands that typed up the feedback for fics you read, your brain that gave you the drive to do so! your strength and energy to follow through with this and keep on spreading the love!! 💫 so, as much as you might want to owe it to me... i hope you owe it to yourself too 🥺 and can be proud of yourself!! because i know that i sure am! you are such a blessing to me and your friends on here cora! i really cannot thank you enough for sending me such an ask :c you're so precious and awesome!! i love you!!! 🥰🥰 and sae does too, tehe! 💖

ps, i have your jing yuan + sae fics in my drafts to read + reblog after my semester comes to a close tomorrow... I'M SO EXCITED!! i hope you can anticipate some more nonsensical keyboard smashing tags from yours truly lol! 😋

[lady-charinette]

(for this: https://www.tumblr.com/lady-charinette/723936178046418944/ask-game-based-on-this-poll-you-can-send-me-asks)

twiyor forced to fight? 👀 hope you’re having a good day!!! 🫶💖💞💝💗

OH that one slaps! I love me a good angsty fight between two loving spouses! ^_^ Aw, I hope you're having an awesome day too Sadie!! :D

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“Yor…” Loid’s voice quivered, taking a step back.

Before him stood his wife, his for-Operation-Strix fake married wife, and she had stiletto daggers in her hands and a dark, unfamiliar expression on her face.

No, Twilight knew that expression well, had seen it in the faces of many men, both young and old, in the faces of the experienced fighters in the frontlines.

He had seen it when witnessing his sergeant’s eyes following the trickle of blood as it escaped their enemy’s mouth.

He sees it when he looks in the mirror too.

“Finish him, Thorn Princess. You know what’s on the line.” Shopkeeper’s low, deceptively calm voice sounded from the cover of shadows. It seemed to be all around them like a phantom.

Twilight’s fist clenched, the leather of his gloves groaning in protest. “Yor! Please listen to me, we can find a way to escape. We don’t have to fight!”

A voice Twilight didn’t want to acknowledge as his own quietly whispered in the corner of his mind: ‘I don’t want to fight you.’

Yor’s mouth turned into a thin line, raising the blade close to her face. “Loid, please. Run.”

It took a second.

No, half a second.

Even he could barely keep up.

A ringing.

White noise.

One swing of the blade.

A burn.

No, a cut.

With reflexes honed from grueling training, Twilight used the wall as leverage to jump over Yor’s next attack, but she seemed to anticipate his moves.

Turning faster than his trained eye could keep up, Yor turned her torso and threw one dagger up in the air.

It nicked his suit, a hair’s breath away from drawing more blood from him.

Twilight noticed too late the dagger missed him on purpose.

The actual hit knocked the air out of his lungs.

Yor’s heel dug into his stomach, the force slamming him straight into the opposite wall with a sickening thud.

Thorn Princess wasted no time to gain her footing and dash towards Twilight. The spy was no crumpled heap on the ground where she had thrown him.

A presence much darker and subtle barely tickled her senses.

Behind her.

Yor turned on her heel, muscles tensing to land a right hook at her opponent before her fist got caught in a much larger hand.

Twilight’s form was almost completely hidden by the shadows, the overhead lamp swinging softly to move her husband in and out of the light.

Much like her emotions that night.

Yor was used to sensing killing intent from her enemies towards her, the assassin within her was confused why she didn’t sense any from her husband, despite him appearing like an apparition of death itself ready to claim her soul.

Was this the last thing his enemies saw before Twilight the spy ended their lives? Thorn Princess didn’t envy them.

Twilight’s expression softened immediately, his grip tight but not painful on Yor’s hand. “Yor, we have to end this fight.”

The steel of her weapon caught the light once it hit them and Twilight swung his head back to dodge the upward thrust aimed at his throat.

Twilight put as much distance between them as possible, knowing it would be an easy feat for his wife to close that distance. He needed time.

“Yor, please, I can contact Franky, I’ll make sure Garden can’t hurt you or Anya! You won’t be forced to live like this any-“

“-You don’t understand!” the blade caught his eyes as Yor’s fist tightened around it further, but she made no other move to point it at him. Her eyes seemed to burn holes right through his skull. “I fed and clothed Yuri with this job! It’s the only thing I can do that I’m good at, Loid! My abilities…they, I can’t work like this at City Hall!” images of mocking faces entered Yor’s mind, memories of people ridiculing her for her lack of skills in everything but killing. “These hands…they can’t do anything else but kill…”

Thorn Princess wasn’t one to be caught off guard, but she was. Her body was too quick for her mind to catch up with.

The sharp point of her blade was turned up before she registered Loid crossed the room towards her.

The blade dug uncomfortably into his forearm, soaking the material of his suit in his blood, but Twilight ignored the burning pain in favor of holding Yor’s hands in his. His gaze finally caught hers and held it. “You’re wrong, Yor. These hands…they dress and bathe Anya every day. They make our dinner and buy the food we eat. They clean Bond after he comes home from playing at the doggy park the whole day. They gently carry Anya to bed when she accidentally falls asleep in the living room watching Spy Wars past her bedtime.” Twilight slowly rubbed his thumbs across Yor’s knuckles, feeling the bumps and callouses from fighting, but sensing their restrained power.

Yor was holding back.

Twilight smiled. “…They stroked my hair while I was having dreams about losing my mother in the war. They welcome me home and take my coat after a long day at the hospital. They patched me up after I got roughed up from a secret mission…I never knew these hands to be anything but kind to us, Yor. Maybe inanimate objects didn’t get that same treatment but…these are your hands, Yor! The hands that you love and protect with and kill. All these years, you’ve worked this job for the same reason I work mine: to protect the people that are dear to you.”

Droplets of liquid slid down over their joined hands and Twilight lifted one hand carefully to wipe away the tears falling down Yor’s cheeks. “These hands aren’t just good for killing, Yor. Just like you aren’t only good for killing. Just like I’m not only good for killing either.”

Yor’s- Thorn Princesses’ defenses slowly crumbled, the edge vanished from her eyes like mist in the wind and finally, Loid could gaze at his wife’s face without the looming threat of death hanging over both of their heads.

“Hey.” Loid leaned his head down to touch his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, nuzzling into her.

The sharp clang of metal hitting the solid ground echoed in the barren room as Yor dropped her dagger to curl her hand around Loid’s, pushing her forehead up against him in return. Yor’s watery “Hey.” made Loid wipe the remainder of her tears away and blink back the onslaught of his own.

Nuzzling into each other, assassin and spy allowed themselves this brief reprieve before Yor’s words washed over them both like a shower of ice shards.

“They have Anya.”

Taking a deep breath, Loid slowly straightened his back with his eyes still closed.

Opening them again, Yor knew it wasn’t her dear husband who stood before her.

It was Westalis’s greatest spy and Ostania’s greatest nightmare staring vowing a slow death to any who stood in his way.

And then Twilight spoke, words that caused Thorn Princess to pick up her weapons again. “My communication lines were suddenly cut, I suspect Garden isn’t the only one playing a hand in kidnapping Anya.”

The glare of the mighty Thorn Princess could topple the bravest men and send them begging on their knees. “If I may, I think I’ll have to take more lives today, including that of your colleagues.”

While Thorn Princess fixed her gloves, Twilight ripped a part of his suit to still the bleeding on his forearm. “Casualties are unavoidable on both sides, you have my full permission, Yor.”

Despite the use of her name, it was Thorn Princess’ gaze that glared daggers at the prospect of killing her husband’s fellow spies.

Together, both spy and assassin rushed to save their daughter from both Garden and WISE.

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it :3  

[lynne-monstr]

hello, it's the anon who's stopping by! I can't believe I haven't been in touch since 2024, I was so sure I'd sent an ask in January. how have you been?? I hope this year has started off great for you! 💞

a lot has happened here. my goal for 2025 to detach myself from the thing I'd been hanging all my hopes on got sliiightly derailed by the fact that at the end of January the thing suddenly and unexpectedly happened! and then it went downhill after only three weeks and now I'm back to where I was before but the likelihood of the thing happening again in the future is very low. except I have come to the realisation that the thing might not even be good for me, or at least not right now, as I actually have A LOT of things about myself I need to work on. it's been many weeks of many revelations about myself, which in turn brings a lot of feelings I'm having a hard time unravelling.

all this to say, 2025 started with a bang for sure. I think this is probably a turning point for me, where I've become aware of a lot of issues in the way I see things and manage my relationships with other people, and I can either ignore it and keep going as I am, knowing the issues will 100% come back again later, or suck it up and do the work now. which I guess is what I will do, but man, it's a very long road ahead and I don't know where to start. it's all a bit overwhelming. I'm hoping this is one of those things that simply have to happen in life, and that lead to being a well-adjusted (or at least slightly better-adjusted) person when we're older.

anyway. part of the work I'm doing also includes making my life more colourful, so I've been planning some holidays with friends! I'm going to a music festival during the summer, travelling to the Netherlands in a few months, and hopefully visiting some family abroad in a few weeks if we manage to plan everything in time. it's all about having things to look forward to, I guess! I hope you also have nice things planned for the coming months!! I think you said a few days ago that you were visiting family? I hope that went well!

and let's not forget the best upside of all. spring is almost here!! it's actually still bright outside at 6pm!! we made it!! 🎉🎉

wishing you a lovely rest of the week!! 💞 I always enjoy seeing your posts on my dash!

hi lovely anon I'm so happy to hear from you! 💙 I always wonder what you're up to and if things are going alright. I'm not sure where this entire year went or how we got to late march already. isn't it still january??! what happened to this year!

it sounds like things have been a rollercoaster for you, holy moly! oof it can be rough to realize the many of patterns in life kind of come from yourself but from my own experience, figuring out that that's the case is a huge step forward towards changing it. (have I been successful in that in my own life? definitely not, at least not completely. but I guess as long as we're still trying it's progress). good luck with it, and I'm sending all the good thoughts your way! I hooe this is a turning point and that good things are on the horizon.

all those trips sounds amazing, have fun! I've felt the same lately and I keep telling myself I need to make time for more travel, even if it's only a small overnight trip to a city a few hours away. (I'm actually on a plane right now for a big trip, so travel high five!)

and omg warm weather can't come fast enough. im so ready to end this hibernation and put the winter coats away. I say that while traveling to a place where it's colder than when I left lol. but hopefully it will only be a small cold front. I've always wanted to see the cherry blossoms in japan and im super excited to cross it off the bucket list!

so yeah things have been good over here this year. I'm managing my whole shitshow situation, and that's all I can ask for. I was concerned that it might impact my ability to travel but I made some choices that allowed for flexibility in my schedule and I'm very pleased that decision has worked out!

fingers crossed for good things for us both! 💙💙

[bishicat]

Hey! I just found your blog (in solavellan hell right along with you dude). Just wanted to ask if you could give any tips on drawing? Like how you started out/learning etc. I have literally no experience but I’d love to just be able to create doodles as nice as your art, so I thought I’d just ask 😊

Hello! Thank you, that is really kind of you to say :D🫶💞.

I'm going to put it under the cut so this doesn't clog up people's dashes hehe

If I had to give advice, it would be to observe people, art, all the things you find beautiful, and to practice & experiment! I've been drawing for most of my 24 years but only recently got to the point where I felt "good" about my art. Time permitting, I draw about 2-3x a week but there was a time when I used to draw everyday. Drawing doesn't have to be an expensive hobby, too! You can practice by using any paper and pencil you have already before moving on to digital art (if that's what you want) since there is a bit of a learning curve with that. I'm self-taught, mostly, but my siblings and I were an artsy bunch and we gave each other feedback. It helps to have friends or a community to share your art with :).

On the practical side, what really helped was me sitting down and studying some anatomy and angles (cause I mostly draw people). A few resources that I currently use are Pinterest, posemaniacs, quickposes, and rotatable 3D models online.

I also watch shows/movies and take screenshots of the parts I love the most, then I sketch them afterwards for practice. Being obsessed with a character/ship/media is really helpful too because you feel compelled to make art about them. Don't be afraid to make ugly things cause one day you're going to look back at that piece and realize you have grown so much since then.

Anyway this is long enough and I hope that helped a little. If you want to chat, my DMs are open if you want to shoot me a message :D good luck!!! I believe in uuu

[starheirxero]

BOOO HEY FRIEND XERO BITES YOU . TELL ME WHAT ULTRAKILL IS PLEASE . IVE HEARD OF IT BEFORE AND I KNOW NOTHING BUT IT SOUNDS COOL . JUMPS AROUND

AAAAAA HELLO FRIEND VI!!!! ULTRAKILL IS SUCH A GOOD GAME IT'S LITERALLY FUCKING FANTASTIC <3<3<3

Like okok the tagline is literally "mankind is dead. blood is fuel. hell and full." AND WITH WHAT IS CURRENTLY OUT OF THREE GAME? THAT'S A PRETTY SOLID WAY TO PUT IT LMAO. You play as V1, one of many robots built for a great war, that is one of few machines that can absorb blood via direct contact with it. It's all basically a mad dash through hell to stay alive as long as possible through killing demons, husks, and other machines.

And eventually, angels :)!

Gabriel is, fun fact, the only character that you can encounter in the main levels that actually speaks!!! So when you get to the area he does his first monologue to you, it is a TOTAL jumpscare!! And he is SO SASSY. All like "Machine, turn back now, for the walls of this palace are NOT for your kind 🙄" like okay gayboy. and literally the way u heal during his fight is that he stops his attacks to taunt you and THEN you can stop to beat his ass LMAO

AND THEN WHEN HE'S DEFEATED, HE LOSES ALL OF HIS PERFECT ANGEL ATTITUDE AND GOES "YOU INSIGNIFICANT FUCK!!!" IT'S EVERYTHINGGSGAJAHAJSH AND THEN!!! BECAUSE HE GOT HIS ASS BEAT BY A MACHINE, THE HOLY COUNCIL SAYS "HEY MAN, WHAT THE FUCK. UR PATHETIC. KILL THE MACHINE IN 24 HOURS OR BE STRIPED OF THE FATHER'S LIGHT (READ AS: KILL V1 OR DIE)."

SO WHEN YOU SEE HIM AGAIN IN ACT 2 HE'S LIEFRHSHAHAHAHAAAAAA I CAN'T EVEN JUST PLEASE FUCKING LISTEN TO HIS PRE-FIGHT MONOLOGUE IT'S INSANEEEE 😍😍😍 THE FINAL CUTSCENE IS IN THAT TOO WHERE HE GETS HIS ASS BEAT AGAIN AND IS ACTUALLY LIKE. YK WHAT? THE HOLY COUNCIL IS FUCKED AND CORRUPT. I KNOW WHAT I MUST DO. AND SLAUGHTERS THEM ALL 💗💞💕💗💞💗💖💗💞

AND THAT'S JUST FOCUSING ON GABRIEL!!!!!! THERE'S STILL KING MINOS AND SISYPHUS AND ALL THE DEMONS AND HUSKS AND OTHER MACHINES AND V2 AND THE EARTHMOVER AND THE FERRYMAN AND I CANATATAAAAAAAA

I CAN'T FIT ALL I LOVE ABOUT THIS GAME INTO A POST BUT IT'S SO GOOD. AND THAT'S JUST WHAT U EXPERIENCE IN THE MAIN GAME WITHOUT LORE-DIGGING. IT'S LITERALLY A FUCKING FANTASTIC GAME WITH A BEAUTIFUL STORY. PLEASE. PLEASE ITS SO GOOD. HERE'S A 1 HOUR 30 MINUE LORE VIDEO IF YOU WANT MORE. PLEASE. IT'S ULTRAKILLIN' TIME.

[pomegranate]

I am going to be searching my local used video store for "In the Heat of the Night" and "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" now because your Sidney Poitier Posting has been very effective, and I'm excited because I remember definitely wanting to watch "Guess Who's..." years back, but missed out when it was playing on Turner Classic Movies and forgot about it. Thanks for putting them on my dash!!💞

"A Patch of Blue" is another Sidney Poitier film I remember also really wanting to watch way back, but I'm unfortunately a huge procrastinator and again forgot to ever look for it. I've heard it's a good film, though!

Oh, I'm thrilled to hear that! <3 I've just added a bunch of his films to my watchlist now, including "A Patch Of Blue" - let me know if you'd like me to stream it at some point. Someone during last night's stream proposed the idea of Poitier January and I am FULLY ON BOARD

[yinyuedijun]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STUNNING GORGEOUS MAOOOOO!!!!!!! i hope your day is filled x1000000 with all the love and fun you bring to dash every day. thank you for sharing your amazing creativity with us!! i love reading about your culture and your stories! you put so much effort into crafting them and that care shows through everything else. you always make people feel special about themselves and their work too. you’re a beautiful gift miss mao! 🎂🥳🎈🎉🎉🎊🎁🎈🎈🎉🎂🎁💛💛💛💛🥰✨💋🎈🎂🎂🎊

THANK U GORGEOUS STUNNING AMIRA <3333 thank you so much for your kind words abt my cn shitposting and deranged fics - I truly appreciate it, and I'm glad they both spark joy for you 🥺 !! also "you always make people feel special about themselves and their work" this is exactly how I feel about you, miss amira!!!!! I'm glad that I can give some of that energy back because I truly do appreciate and adore that about you 🥺💞💞

THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH !! BIG KISS FOR U

[livealittleoc-cb]

"You ruined our world, now you suffer for it."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Greyson Cox/ Zhao Xiao Dan

⋆｡°✩ Warlock, with high magic pool, Specializes in Fire Breathing

⋆｡°✩ Can’t create fire but can control it, ingest it && touch it

⋆｡°✩ Is a male entertainer in two separate private clubs [one in Astria && one in the human realm]

⋆｡°✩ Collage drop out went straight to working at a bookstore [met && worked with Jooheon], does singing on the side [not fot money, just fun], works as a piercer at Joo's shop

⋆｡°✩ Is a descendent of dragon warriors [since dragons have been hidden away && put into an area for them to not go extinct it will be really hard for Grey to know what dragon breed he is descendent of]

⋆｡°✩ Has a Leopard Gecko named Sandy, a Komodo Dragon named Bradley && a Chinese Water Dragon named Evergreen

⋆｡°✩ From Ashos, the human equivalent to Brisbane, Australia [Is mixed: Ashos/Australian [Dad] Loswait/Chinese [Mom]]

⋆｡°✩ He/Him | Gay, Polyamorous | 31 years old | 6/30 [Cancer] | 6’3”

⋆｡°✩ He is:

Stern

Hot headed

Seems uptight at first

Actually super laid back && fun

Funny™️

A bit scared of closeness but will open up in due time

Extras

⋆｡°✩ growing up he has been slightly embaressed by his Chinese upbringing, so only close people can call him by his Chinese name

⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: bright red with little specs of green

⋆｡°✩ eyes might change color: bright green [happy], dark red with swirls of green [anger], very light pastel green [sadness]

⋆｡°✩ grey smoke pours out of his nose && mouth along with fire coming out of his mouth, sometimes when angry

⋆｡°✩ has tan skin, tattoos all over his body [most given by Joo], has earrings, a hand piercing, a belly piercing, nipple piercings, left eyebrow piercing, ampallang piercing && back piercings, when he smiles he has prominent dimples, also has yellow && green dragon scales on his wrists && some spots of his chest && hips, tiny sharp canines

⋆｡°✩ likes: oranges, tangerines, vape pens, shoes, music, writing, books, songwriting, piercings, tattoos, cigarettes, brandy

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: people who mess with his loved ones, doesn't dislike many things but can be angered easily from time to time

⋆｡°✩ languages: english [aussie accent], chinese [mandarin && cantonese], a bit of spanish

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ hard or soft dom, doesn't sub easily; some of his kinks are body worshipping [giving && receiving], size kink, praise [giving && receiving], degradation [giving], shibari [giving && receiving], marking [giving && receiving], breeding [giving], toys, bdsm, hair pulling [giving && receiving], pain kink, impact play [giving], orgasm control [giving && receiving], choking [giving && receiving], forced submission [only when close!!], pet play [be his puppy~], oral [receiving && giving], spit play, has an oral fixation

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ he is open to most kinks, hard or soft

⋆｡°✩ he is willing to sub if he 1000% trusts you

⋆｡°✩ his eyes turn a deep green when arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: scales

⋆｡°✩ uses 🐉 on dash

Relationship Statuses

He is dating Skyler!!!

⋆｡°✩ at the shop && very tired

⋆｡°✩ happily dating [2/3-4] @evicted-oc Nir [tiny irishman 💚] [10.13.23], @multi-joong 💀 Mafia [short and sexy~ 🖤] [03.20.24] [need to double check…]; Mayhaps interested 🫣

⋆｡°✩ happily dating Skyler [tiny angel 😇] [him && sky will be taking ONE more partner]

⋆｡°✩ friends: Jooheon [his ride or die && honeybee 💞]

⋆｡°✩ children: Jay [child he used to babysit 🙄]

⋆｡°✩ family:

Tags:

⋆｡°✩ realtionship tag(s): #🤎❤️‍🔥nirgrey [tiny baby ship tag], 🤎💛❤️‍🔥nirjoogrey [throuple ship tag], #☕️🫘espresso bean [tiny baby ship tag]

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ music tag(s): #🎶greyson music [greyson music inspo], #🎼character music [all character music inspo]

⋆｡°✩ inspo tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ other tag(s): #🐉greyson.txt [greyson text/interactions]

faceclaim: @/dprian on ig