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[umbraticstickerz]

Alex and Winfrey!

Winfrey is a nightmare to draw lol, ended up fully shading them. Still had fun though! Sorry that Alex looks a bit off I was struggling to think of a position to draw them in and it kinds got all messed up but I'm too tired to fix anything.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

here together

[lowkey-loki245]

So I was watching someone play Undertale's True Pasifist run when I say this Papyrus call dialog (it takes place right after the Undyne Alphys date).

(Sorry for the poorly edited dialog, first time doing this.)

Papyrus... what the fuck?

I find this dialog kinda weird because the way he's talking sound less like he's just worried about her and more like he knows something. And this dialog is supposed to be what leads you to finding the true lab.

Papyrus rarely ever stutters, so he has to be super nervous here, and if it were that he was just worried about Alphys, he would have told you that instead of saying "for no apparent reason".

And then there's the "I only have good feelings about this" line. It feels like he's trying his best to convince us to go.

Papyrus, what do you know?

[jils-things]

i went wandering off in my pokespe gallery and had to relieve how wonderful this scene played out. no kidding

please dont read the tags i got emotional there /lh

[duskerot]

theyre the nightmare of his damn life

[kutepik]

So Fucking Domestic

(mdni 18+) How many times a week is it normal for a couple to do it? Well... You and Caleb are definitely above average.

1.2k. small hc about domestic life and boyfriend!caleb with a little bit of spicy hihi

Since you and Caleb started seeing each other officially, it was only natural that you spent more time in Skyhaven and he in Linkon. You both had such dense and strenuous routines that at any free moment you tried to be together and make the most of it. On a particular day during the first month of your relationship, you arrived at the Colonel's apartment and found some step stools placed at strategic spots in the apartment. They were large and discreet, one near the kitchen counter, another by the bathroom sink, another by the bookcase in the study and many others. The answer when you asked Caleb about it was simple: when he became a colonel and got the right to an apartment, the Fleet asked for his height to make the furniture as proportional and functional as possible for him. Now that you were spending more time there, he made sure to have those steps made at the right height for you, so that you could be as comfortable as possible. In fact, you always wondered why the sink seemed so high when you brushed your teeth, and how uncomfortable it was to cut things on the counter when you tried to cook something. Caleb was always so efficient and attentive, and you loved that about him.

A week after steps stools were added to the apartment, you were used to them. One day, while you were at the kitchen sink, peeling some apples for a quick snack, Caleb came in from a night mission.

"Hey! Want an apple?" You smiled when he hugged you from behind, sinking his face into the nape of your neck easily because of the extra height the step stool gave you.

"What a miracle to find you in the kitchen," he kissed your neck and held your hips, gluing you to him. You brought a piece of apple to his mouth over your shoulder and forced him to eat it, to shut him up. "Hmpf" He tried to speak and you turned around, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"How was it today?" You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Boring. I just wanted to come home to you." He rubbed his cheek against yours, sighing. "Buuuut, I had time to think of something"

"Hm?" You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his face against yours.

"I was wondering if... You'd let me put my cock inside you without me having to ask or with any ceremony." He said in a careful voice. "Of course, if you don't want to at the moment, just tell me and I'll completely stop. I totally understand if you find it weird and don't want to do this and I pinky promise we never have to talk about it again and I'll never bring it up ev-“

"I want it!” you said and threw your head to one side. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wherever you want. No matter when you want. I trust you." You kissed one of his eyes. "And I love the idea of you fucking me without ceremony and at any time."

"God, you're going to drive me absolutely crazy. Thank you." He squeezed you in a tight hug.

Once the two of you had agreed on this, you initially thought you'd be having sex the way you always did, hard, deep, kinky, full of fluids, scratches and bites, or doing intense quickies several times a day. But no, it was simple and intimate, simply delicious. Caleb just wanted to be with you and inside you all the time.

Little by little, you realized how the stool he had ordered served more than one purpose. Sometimes you'd be doing your makeup for work, standing in front of the bathroom sink, and Caleb would simply approach you, asking about your plans for the day. As the ordinary words and dialog went on between the two of you, he would gently pull up your shirt, pull down your panties and put his cock inside you. It was addictive. The fucking step stool not only gave you the perfect height for the furniture in the house, but also to leave your ass at the right height for Caleb to find himself in you without having to hold you down, sit or lie down. It was usually like this: his cock nestling into you with slow, intimate strokes, while you both carried on chatting about anything, just spending time together.

By then, you made a habit of walking around the house in your (his) large shirt and no panties, knowing that Caleb liked to be with you, inside you, whenever he could. Of course, you still had brutal sex like two animals frequently, but it seemed that Caleb's obsession and need for you - and you for him - was able to bring about the most painfully intimate, simple and tender sex of your lives. It was just so good to trust so deeply in someone and to want someone so badly that no words or timing were needed. At one moment it was a "Can I stay here with you, baby?" and the next you were reading your book, bent over the counter, while Caleb slid his cock up and down between your folds, stroking himself against your clit, praising you and your pretty pussy. He did it not only because he wanted it, but because he could.

Sometimes he wouldn't even come, or even move. If you were watching a movie, he would surely be inside you, both of you cuddled up, relaxing after an exhausting day, cockwarming.

In fact, you liked it so much that when he didn't take the initiative, you went after him. There were times when he was reading reports, sitting on the living room sofa or in the office armchair, and you would silently approach him, fiddling with your cell phone, sit on his thighs, and soon his cock was hard and hot under his pants. Within moments, you were slowly riding his throbbing cock, while he used his thumb to caress your clit, slowly, just like the rise and fall of your hips. If you got tired, you didn't have to get up. You just kept yourself there, hugging Caleb, with his hard cock throbbing inside you, filling you up completely.

One day, talking to Tara and Simone at the pub in Linkon, the topic came up: "How many times a week is it normal for a couple to have sex?", and the girls debated curiously.

"I don't know, three or two times a week? It depends on their schedule." Simone said, sipping her drink.

"Some couples do it every day! Can you imagine? Having sex every day?" Tara said, her eyes widening. " What about you and your boyfriend? How often do you do it?" She asked, curious.

And that made you wonder. There was the mind-blowing sex, the longing sex, the dirty sex, the rough sex, the slow sex, the sex when you were reading, the sex when he was reading, the sex when you were on your cell phones, the sex when talking about anything, the sex on the kitchen counter, the sex on the bathroom sink, the bath time sex, the movie time sex, the bed time sex, the sleep time sex, the wake up time sex, the boredom time sex, the play time sex… And all you could do was blink, trying to calculate how many times a week Caleb and you had sex and it simply wasn't possible to count.

You laughed, sipped your drink and sighed.

"I don't know, I don't count." And it wasn't a lie.

[ganondoodle]

watched another deltarune playthough and saw the dialog of susie saying that the other NPCs in the TV World showed her how to fix Tenna (if i remember right...) and i wondered how he would look like .. badly fixed

(i like the idea, if he has a body at all, that its kinda like the robot from treasure planet, thin and dangly, retro robot purely for function, kind of literally like a skeleton, but maybe given a thin hull so his suit doesnt look all floppy, and with the damage from the knight its broken and they just fixed the essential parts (so sloppy welded back together arms and taped cables)- also made him more brown/yellowish in color since his light world sprite is like that .. even if the tvworld one isnt)

(couldnt decide between making the hull a different or the same color as his head ... even if it makes little difference)

[traiaadd156]

No! But listen the damian wayne al ghul yandere! Head cannons(from my on going blog pinned up.)

Warning!; violence, cncs, coaxing/gaslight, bruises, smut w plot, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, aged up! Damian, him being smitten(?) cringe dialog💗 fem reader. Him being a lil sweet(?)

Yan!damian who wouldnt even block any hits or scratches you make just so he would have any sort of markings of you! I could just see him looking a bit flustered when you actually land in any good hit or kick. Since he is always the one having the upper hand all the time.

Yan!damian literally has heart eyes whenever you're trying to rip his face off with your teeth or gouge out his eyes and eat them to spite him, he truly is in love. Not just because of your kindness but soon enough how you tried to convince yourself you weren't crazy like him.

The way he eases you whenever he pushes himself in, feeling your walls clench and suckle. God, the way whenever you hit and drum at his chest lowly grows weak and your muscles no longer tense. Soon your arms wrapping around his shoulders you'd be balanced.

Even he leans in so you could bite him and have more areas to scratch and mark, the scent of you he could only remember than bottle, but if there was an option to he'd do it.

The wetness and erotic sounds coming out of your body, every snap of his hips and the 'plap plap plap' becoming more audible, just like every mewl and whimper that comes out. A hot messy opened mouth kiss so he could swallow any sound you made, since it only was for him.

Yan!damian is in heaven, or hell. Either way he is enjoying it, he no longer felt your anger towards him which was a little disappointing at first since he really wanted to break your ankles if you escaped one more time so you could truly be only dependant on him. There is no option in leaving.

Yan!damian is a SUCKER for any bite marks and visible red marks either on his arm or neck, just anywhere in general. And when the first month hits when your finally coaxed into accepting your life in that underground house he built for the two of you. Good god he is over the moon! When he sees that you arent even trying to escape or become less hostile it was an improvement. He wears that shit like a fucking trophy, he would never admit it out loud but it feels like you made him whole.

To fill his greed, he only wanted you. The love you gave, the peace of your presence and the flesh you'd fill him with.

Yan!damian finally lets you out after he is sure you wouldn't run away, he found it so cute whenever you seemed surprised or happy over the smallest thing. Your first official date happened to be in an expensive carnival he had driven too, he would watch from the corner of his eye when you had opened the window to let in the fresh air to hit your face.

But of course he would always be there even whilst on the carnival date, even the bathrooms. He had made you dress down and wore baggy clothing and a cap so you wouldnt be recognized as the missing person from last year.

Yan!damian watching you stuff your face with whatever food that seems to interest you, or items you wanted him to buy so you could decorate your dead looking room. Of course he always seem to heed, but it was always attached with a bit of a remark since he found your eagerness a bit childish(even if it made him happy you no longer were shutting down on him.) it was a nice change, you practically looked ridiculous with the amount of things you were carrying that he couldnt carry since his hands were also full and how he had to practically drag you away from the ring tossing games(you lost two times already)

Reader; "please just one more round!" Pleading to him whilst he dragged you away, he was growing a little too wary since the stall owner was looking at your face too long. Why should he be looking when there isnt anything to look at?(Not that he'd let you be with anyone else anyways..)

"No way, And you already have enough gelato and fries. Your going to vomit when we go home." He stated gruffly, using that logic as you solemnly nodded in a huff whilst following him holding his hand out of instinct.

Yan!damian God the way his heart jumped out when you held his hand, just grabbing his three fingers since it was easier to hold that way. And so you both had driven home content, you were asleep in the back seat with all the things you bought that couldnt be fitted into the trunk. (And of course he was forced to carry you bridal style out since he didn't want to wake you up, it was rather easy manhandling you now that he didn't hesitate like he'd break you.)

I hope u guys enjoyed even if it was a small blurb^⁠_⁠^

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

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When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[fujosh1dreamer]

Alright Apology Tour... I don't even know where to start for this episode.

So I'll start with this statement:

I want them to make it work.

Surprise, surprise but I think that when stolas and blitz aren't forcing it, they are actually cute together.

This is my favorite scene from the episode because stolas just falls into blitz's arms and blitz just holds him.

He cares, it's obvious that blitz cares but I think he's still unaware of how much. I also think that stolas know that blitz cares.

In the conversation at the beginning of the episode there are two scenes that kinda prove this.

In the first scene blitz is talking about how relationships are boring and not worth it, and stolas leans on the table and basically asks him if he thinks that then what are they doing now.

Which is a valid question, because blitz is clearly fighting for them right now. He's doing a terrible job and saying all the wrong things but he is there. Stolas understandably gets annoyed and walks off when blitz side steps the question.

The next scene where we see that stolas is aware at least a little of how blitz feels is when he's fake apologizing. He pretty much says 'oh I'm supposed to apologize for thinking so badly of myself I push people who actually care about me away? And stolas just says yes.

There are moments of clarity that tell me blitz is completely aware of his faults but other moments that make me think differently. When stolas says he sounds like striker he denied it. Only to continue to mock stoas for being a prince and completely disrespecting him.

I feel like if blitz had approached the conversation in the garden like he had the one at the party things would have gone better.

Speaking of the party. The stolas song was amazing, and it was basically about how stolas still has feeling for blitz but he just doesn't think blitz cares. Which is a fair feeling since blitz left the garden basically telling stolas he'd apologize to everyone but him. Which was a petty thing to say.

Stolas hating the party despite the song is also really funny, up until the end of the episode that is. Stolas complained to himself the entire time how ridiculous and petty it is to host a party like this every year, he even continues that thought process while drunk.

Also while drunk stolas explained to blitz how he's looking for a romantic love. He wants to be loved and wanted by someone special a conversation that of course makes blitz feel bad but stolas can't see that.

This is the moment that cemented my belief of wanting them together. They're both so casual in this scene stolas because he's drunk and blitz because he's feeling vulnerable and guilty.

They still have a natural chemistry and quick witty dialog that flows naturally. They fit well together even when fighting, but only when they're not forcing the relationship. Only when stolas doesn't have blitz on a pedestal, and when blitz isn't blaming stolas for all of his problems. As equals they work.

I wanna see them make up.

[thebettertraiaad]

Yan!damian blurbs

Scenario!; highschool sweethearts ay, teen au, highschool bs, damian being over protective.

Warning!; voyeurism, stalking, breaking and entry, kidnapping, murder&burying the body, reader 100% supportive/enabler, shit dialog, tracking device, sweet teen shit, reader also being a yan!, fem!reader.

Yan!damian who kisses you like you're the only thing keeping him together, its surprising with how cold and indifferent he usually is(like a damn tsundere)

It's raw, deep and passionate it usually gets you all hot and bothered with how he does it so seamlessly, how his tongue and scent hit you like a truck. It's a force of habit he does since it's what he needs rather than a want, he wants to feel you, hold you. Its like the end of the world since for him it probably is, with his vigilante work and all that being exposed to more larger and stronger opponents, and you know damian how much he enjoys pushing his physical limits.

Yan!damian who holds you like a lifeline whenever you two cuddle, especially those cold afternoons where you two aren't doing school work or anything. Usually he has you on top of him since its easier to trap you that way, it doesn't matter if your heavy or not since he probably could lift a damn closet and chuck it at someone.

"do you know I love you right?"

Now that isnt to be taken lightly for him, he dedicates life, loyalty and anything he has to you. Like what you do to him, its not a match made in arkham more like hell with how he acts. Always stalking you in the school halls if he could, whisking you away from your friends whenever he has time or its lunch.

Its usually hamrless,

Till his jealousy gets the best of him, but this was damian we weice on him, now he stands there in your room, with a human shaped bag that smells of death.

"he deserved it hayati, we need to get rid of it." He stated matter of factly.

"of course, you're dragging me into this, and don't put that on my bed."

Pushing off he bag letting it roll like a limp sushi on the floor. He really needs to check his manners, and it didnt help that he came when your parents were asleep downstairs!

"your lucky Im your girlfriend."

Already getting up to get the hand held saw and rubber gloves since you didn't want to be messy, and you were probably going to have to wear a shirt you don't like so it could be burned.

"damn right, I'll be waiting in the car."

"yeah but bring that shit with you, I dont want it stinking up my room." Reminding him since he seems to forget your just a civilian who cant lift 50+ pounds of dead weight.

Yan!damian never felt this in love before, he knows it is with how his heart is always thumping hard against his ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage, his eyes dilated and everything you do seems to capture his attention.

You're literally covered in blood, the cleaver hacking away at the upper part of the guys body whilst he did the bottom half since it would be quicker. Maybe he enjoys doing this because be could see you in that red substance that makes you more alluring, this man deserved it. It repeated in his head over and over, trying to justify his own sick actions. But he had been doing this for years, you seem to not care but still heavily scolding him for doing so every time.

His sin, the fire to the cattle that burns at the stake. Maybe its just his hormones trying to make you more vexxing, covered in red—

He needs to pull himself together! He is already a murderer but he cant lust over someone like him.

The nerve of him.

You thought, he was always so casual with this but it was annoying how he couldnt even wait a full year! Sure this was a one time thing but truly you thought he might have gone a whole year without killing anyone.

Maybe its because you expected too much, well your helping him now so there is no turning back....

After doing that you both drove out of gotham with those parts, 30 minutes. Thats all you both had before having to go back, after a good drive he stops at a random wooded area.

Only digging three foot holes since you two didnt have time for that besides the drive back is hell a long.

Yan!damian now in your apartment, freshly cleaned and showered smelling like your products and wearing your clothes(obviously). You already passed out in the bed after finishing drying your hair because of how tired you were from all that, he layed next to you, in that cramped twin bed where you both laying at.

He was content with this, no matter how wrong this was.. but as long as you were here, it doesnt matter .

Yan!damian going on as usual with his school life, obviously far from a suspect as the police was investigating the sudden disappearance and how bruce wasnt suspecting him, which was good.

His hand held yours whilst you walked, the snow crunching beneath both your feet whilst walking.

"do you want to check out the new cat cafe with me?" He just suddenly asks, he cant help keep track of stores and quiet places that might be perfect for dates whenever he's on patrol, his rough calloused hands against your softer skin, warming them together.

"sure, what time?"

"3pm in the afternoon, dont be late."

Sweet ahh fic that I just copied from my first account since Im too burnt out to write anything 🫠

[dev-solovey]

SEEKING TRANSMASC VOICE ACTOR

Hi, I'm an author and I wrote a horror novella about a trans guy main character who gets caught in a cycle of nightmares. I need a narrator for an audiobook version of it.

PLEASE REBLOG, even if you're not a VA - I want to give a creative job to a trans person and in order to do that I need a boost.

Here are the details:

Story synopsis:

Thaddeus Morozov's sister tries to sacrifice him to a dark god, but she doesn't quite finish the job. As he fights for his life in a medically induced coma, the dark god puts him through a gauntlet of nightmares, each more horrific than the last. If he loses, the sacrifice will be complete.

Violent, edgy, and unabashedly queer, Fever Dreams is a biting commentary on the Trans Moral Panic, explored through the eyes of a transgender boy who will fight tooth and nail to survive - with plenty of blood and gore spilled along the way.

Characters you will have to voice:

- Thaddeus (main character), a 19-year-old trans man from Chicago. His voice would be the primary one you use for narration.

- Masha, his older sister.

- The Antler Man, or Chernobog, Russian god of darkness, who has a deep and very creepy voice.

- the Sparrow, or Belobog, Russian god of light, who will primarily be whispering. Should be somewhat raspy and not high pitched.

- a few characters with British accents, specifically John Oliver and Tom Scott. These nightmares get weird. I'm sorry about that.

- Thaddeus's grandma, a very old Russian woman who immigrated to the US during WWII. The accent doesn't have to be too heavy

- Thaddeus's parents. His dad is abusive and transphobic, his mom is addicted to morphine to cope with her husband.

Things you will need:

- an ACX account, since my publisher goes through ACX for narrators.

- good studio equipment. Readers always notice background noise.

- audio distortion may be required for segments where the dialog takes place over the phone or in chat logs. Might also be worthwhile to add some distortion on the Antler Man's voice, to make it sound really deep and creepy. If you are unable to do this, I can find an audio producer to help (or if you know one, you can refer them to me)

Content warnings:

I have to include these since it is pretty extreme horror.

Transphobia, Gore, child abuse, animal cruelty, animal death, substance abuse, vomit, mental illness, mental hospital

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

Again, you will have to audition through ACX - sorry about that, I don't make the rules. If you're interested, you can search for Fever Dreams, published by Baynam Books Press. And if you'd like a sample of the writing, I can provide one as well.

[koushuwu]

*:･ﾟ✧ SILENT POEM

content (warnings): not suitable for minors, his dialog directly transcribed from the english memory banner, afab!reader, penetrative sex, reverse scoop, emotional sex, lots of kissing, dubcon (if you squint), playful lovemaking, no editing we die like men.

『•• zayne | words: 1,9k | LaDS masterlist ••』

excerpt: he kissed your neck. once. twice. then, he let out a shuddered breath, and whispered as if in a plea. “say my name.”

“rest in my embrace,” he said. and who were you to say no, really? zayne’s arm draped around your middle and pulled you impossibly closer as you lay there with your back firmly pressed against the hard planes of his chest. his abdomen. his warm skin. “just like this.” you pushed closer, adjusted in his arms and barely stifled a giggle when he inhaled sharply.

you’d been coaxing him for a while. ever since he came back from his late shift at the hospital. since the moment you’d offered to help him relax, he’d known exactly what your objective was, but he wasn’t one to deter your plans, so he’d played along. he’d let you massage his sore muscles when you playfully skirted around the true objective of your advances. he’d played along perched you on his lap as you did, wordlessly showing you that your efforts bore fruit. he played along for it all. mostly. he hadn’t been entirely able to help himself when you spilled that water on yourself earlier. he watched the droplets trickle down your neck and no force of nature could have stopped him from diving in. you skin had been warm under his tongue. nothing short of intoxicating, really.

“now–” he said, lips caressing your neck in a scorching kiss, his fingers gently caressing your skin as they moved south. “let me tell you–” he kissed your neck once more, the taste of your skin addicting to him. the breath you sucked in as he did. the heat dusting your features. instinctively, he angled your leg to give himself better access. wordlessly zayne encouraged you to hold still, just like that, when his length pressed against you. “how much i missed you when we couldn’t see each other.” his lips connected with that very spot where your neck meets your shoulder, when he knew you’d hold your leg up for him. the sheets rustled as he positioned himself better and pushed.

your breathing hitched as the tip pressed inside, and you tensed. he grabbed hold of your thigh once more and propped himself up on his elbow. zayne loomed above you, those intense eyes searching your face. your eyes screwed shut, mouth slack was truly a sight for him to behold. something he wished to commit to memory. something for him to cherish. and he did. he really did. even as your entrance clamped down so hard on his cock he could hardly move. maybe he hadn’t prepared you properly. you always did say he was too big for his own good. he should’ve– but it was too late to go back now. he leaned down.

“relax,” he said. hushed. his breath fanned against your ear as he spoke. his lips pressed against your skin. like that, zayne breathed you in, and how did he even expect you to relax like this? with his warm bare skin against yours, his breath against your ear and your neck. with the way his presence loomed behind you. all around you. inside you. how were you supposed to relax? you tried though. you always tried for him. zayne rolled his hips to thrust in a little further. 

“shit–” you couldn’t help but lurch forward in his hold.

“i’m sorry.” zayne’s movements stilled, if only for a moment. he studied you. “i didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said. but he knew you. he knew what that face meant. he rolled his hips again, pushing in further. slowly. ever so slowly. your eyes were shining as you turned your face to look up at him.

“zayne–” his name barely more than a whimper, but he nodded anyway. he heard you. he had you. whatever you may need. “kiss me.” the restraints on his self control shuddered at your words. they were so soft. almost like a plea on your lips and he wanted nothing else than to give you what you asked. so he did. his lips pressed against your, and his breath caught in his throat as he yanked the reins hard do keep himself in check. he wanted was going to go slow. he was going to make this last, even if it took every single ounce of his strength.

“does it still hurt?” without hesitation, zayne moved his hand to your hip and pulled, shifting you towards him. angling you to give himself even easier access, zayne slowly, oh so slowly slowly rolled his hips to finally slip in fully, sucking in a breath at your snug warmth welcoming him home. “what about this?” he asked and kissed your lips again. “do you feel better now?” he swallowed your answer before you had the chance to even open your mouth.

playfully, as if to shut him up, as if to ensure him it didn’t hurt, you nibbed at his bottom lip. zayne was big, but you’d known what you wanted and you hadn’t exactly been unprepared yourself, even before he came back. but it was zayne and his mere presence alone was enough to make you shudder. despite coming off as cold, zayne was an intense man, and when he let go, and when he let himself indulge in you. it was overwhelming to say the least. overwhelming, but so good. you shuddered when he whispered into your ear again.

“or… do you want to change positions?” you pressed back against him, squawking when his length pressed deeper. he was almost fully sheathed inside you, yet he kept going so slow. it was hard to think.

“can you—“ you start, voice carrying a tinge of frustration, yet still hushed as if you couldn’t quite bring yourself to disrupt the quiet of the room. “just do it. stop asking all these questions!”

“what do you mean… just do it and stop asking questions?” as he spoke, zayne let his fingers trail softly down your side, leaving a flood of tingles in their wake. your skin felt alive. he watched the way goosebumps rose on your skin. you were perfect. nothing short of. you his home. his safe space. you were his. “didn’t you ask me how much i missed you?” as if to punctuate his sentiment, he pulled back, planting his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. the way your pussy clamped down on his cock had him pulling in a sharp breath before burying himself fully inside you. you felt perfect. entirely and utterly perfect as you squeezed him and wriggled against him. the sounds threatening to spill all swallowed by his lips. his tongue as it ran across your lower lip.

as he broke the kiss, you reached behind you and pulled him back by the neck. you weren’t done. but instead of pressing his lips to yours once more, he instead leaned his forehead against yours, eyes locked on yours. there was a little smile there. a sincere, loving one, that made his eyes sparkle, as he looked at you. one that almost covered up the little glimmer of mirth in his eye as zayne still didn’t kiss you. instead, he settled into an excruciatingly slow pace, as he deliberately pushed in as deep as he possible could, with every single thrust. his fingers lightly caressed your hip as he spoke against your lips.

“so much time has passed, no? don’t you want me to say something?” the little smile on his lips morphed to dorn a teasing lilt as he spoke. barely there, yet you saw it clearly. with his fingers grazing your skin, he let them dip down to your front. your eyes fell shut when the pads of his fingers firmly circled your clit. once. twice. then slipped even further between your legs. with two long fingers, he spread your folds on either side of his cock, spreading you even further open for him, earning him an entirely unrestrained and revaborating moan in return.

teeth clamped together when you quickly shut your mouth. you hadn’t meant to be so loud. you weren’t ashamed. you were surprised more than anything, swiftly facing away from him. pressing against the pillow, your breathing became even heavier at the sensation if zayne’s fingers aiding his movements against you. inside you. he gave a barely audible chuckle and leaned into your ear to whisper.

“tired already?” you press further against him, burying your face further into the bed, his teasing not going unnoticed. “you want to sleep?” he asked and you nodded. you weren’t actually tired. you didn’t actually want to sleep. you both knew that. but if he was going to tease you, then you might as well play along.

when zayne’s breath fanned against the shell of your ear, you shuddered. your skin felt scorched as he pulled you impossibly closer, fingers slipping through your folds as the tip of his cock kissed that spot within you that had your cunt fluttering around him.

“we’re not done here,” he said, your own ragged breathing caught in your throat, teeth now sinking into your bottom lip at his words. zayne was many things, and while a tease wasn’t the word most people would use to describe him, you knew better than most. even with his voice steady, only betrayed by his heavy breathing, his taunts were clear as day to you. and maybe, just maybe you did kind of like that about him. not that you would ever tell him that of course. especially not like this. “quitting halfway isn’t something i would do.”

“let me teach you how to do it then,” you bit out, straining to keep your voice as steady as his, as you looked back up at him and rocked back against his cock, forcing his thrusts to meet with yours. with a hiss, he caught hold of your hip, halting your movements. your attempts at speeding up his pace. not yet. not yet. zayne heaved a heavy breath, then brushed his nose against yours.

“the night is still young. we have plenty of time to learn from each other.” you really couldn’t help but smile at him as you reached up to cup his cheek. he nuzzled against your touch, something that only made your smile grow.

now.

zayne thrust deep into your warmth, finally picking up his pace like you’d wished for him to do. brushing against that special spot within you. as he thrust inside, he caught your lips with his own, swallowing your sounds before they escaped.

“let me hear your voice,” he said, kissing you again. you pinched his cheek, making him draw back. you had half a mind to think he was being a fool for expecting you to let him hear anything while he was kissing you like that. but any semblance of the notion vanished as he picked up his pace further. the wet sounds of his cock thrusting into your cunt. of skin slapping against skin. it was intoxicating. you couldn’t help but moan at the way he filled you up again and again. zayne’s breath coming in harsh pants as he grew more and more breathless.

“right now. just like this.” zayne snapped his hips rhythmically now guiding your hips towards his as well. he kissed your lips hard, seemingly unbothered by his state of breathlessness. as if all he wanted to do with what little breath he had, was to share it with you. just like he would share anything else with you. everything. you broke away for air and he kissed your neck. once. twice. then, he let out a shuddered breath, and whispered as if in a plea. “say my name.”

“zayne–”

thank you for reading <3

[cammy-mcspammy]

Part 2 of my fiddlestan comic *I forgot to upload it LOL

Their dialog seems a little inconsistent, so I'm sorry 🙏 AND RAMBLE BELOW

It's hard not to think Fiddleford and Stan didn't have some sort of fling going on in the past, both being incredibly lonely and desperate at times (in this instance they work together to find ford). Thats why fiddleford's request hurt Stan, since he wasn't ready to commit to a life without danger and his "comfort", not trusting Fiddleford's word. In this comic atleast, Stan puts the idea that Fiddleford is only there for the work, and he really abandoned his wife over Ford (the effects of the gun actually did, but stan doesnt know that!)

this gets held in through weeks of working together and Stan ruins another relationship that may of been thanks to his self destructive nature and outbursts. And of course, fiddleford runs again from his past and it left things pretty sour.

I like to think while they're old, Stan originally goes after Fiddleford for the money, but fiddleford remembers him and they rekindle again after some time. Basically, neither Pines twin deserves fiddleford (especially since he's still RECOVERING)

[soo0hee]

HR meets Heart

Pairing — HR!Xu Minghao x HR!afab!Reader

Summary — When you didn't get the promotion you were licking your fingers for, you weren't at all amused. When it was the one person you were sure was out for your every last nerve to get said promotion, you were even less amused. Now stuck with a new boss you loathed you were sure you'd go insane — but what if it's in a different way then you thought....

Genre — fluff, enemies to lovers au

Warnings — suggestive, language, alcohol

Word Count — 5.4k

Rating — PG-13

A/N — i thank my coworker who ping ponged dialoge at work with me for almost 2 hours and one of my dance girls who beta read this after my emotional breakdown over the deadline for this. Neither have tumblr but still thanks S & E💕

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©soo0hee on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

This work is part of the SHOWBIZ collab by @studioeisa ! Please check it out!

The rain pattering against the windows of your office started to get on your nerves. Its been a few hours since you started your day and the grey of the sky, the chill of the wind and the constant patter against the glass left you unsettled in a way you hadn't been in a longtime. Your nerves frayed and more then a little tired you stared down at the file that had landed on your desk. It felt like the bad weather of the last week had drained every bit of energy you had and you desperately waited for the sunny days that came with the season of spring.

You were restless, shifting in your chair and tapping your ballpoint pen against the surface of the desk, clicking over and over again. The report seeming to glare as much as a disgruntled wife for not having been worked over yet.

The list of possible future artists for Sebong Company demanding attention you couldn’t concentrate on giving at that moment and you cursed the man who had put it down in front of you with that much to smug grin of his. Given it wasn’t much of a grin, more a barely contained tug of the corner of his mouth but you knew what it meant. What it implicated as he almost strutted out of your office.

Xu Minghao. Manager of HR. Pain in your ass and the man who had gotten the very same promotion you had worked towards to.

"Seokmin has reviewed the audition tapes already, now it's on you to get them signed." He had said seeing the baffled look on your face.

Unsure you had taken the folder from the man grating on your nerves with every time he'd open his month.

"Isn't that Soyeon's job? Who's literally 2 offices down the hall, mind you?"

"And now it's yours. I think you're more then capable of a task like this as Soyeon will leave for a 3 week vacation."

"And now it's yours. I think you're more then capable of a task like this as Soyeon will leave for a 3 week vacation.”

It had taken everything for you now to reach for the stapler and throw it right at his head right then and there and you were sure, had he stayed in your office for one moment longer you might have actually done it. Minghao, as annoying as he always had been, was a smart man. He knew that working with future clients was not your expertise and that you, even with all your dedication to your job, were not the logical choice to take over for Soyeon in her absence. There were others in the department that were far better at handling clients then you were and you had now qualms in admitting to it.

But instead of throwing something you had only grated your teeth together and nodded.

Even accepting the siuggestion of bringing the forms right to his office instead of mailing them and saving yourself the torture of going to the office that should have been yours in the first place instead of his.

The office of the Head Manager of Sebong Corporates HR department.

The very same promotion you had been in the run for alongside Minghao. Him getting the promotion instead of you had not sparked your immense dislike for the man, it had been there long before that. About as long as you had started working for the, back then much smaller Company, around the same time as he did.

And if you had learned one thing with time was that Xu Minghao was exceptionally good at getting a rise out of you with the slightest raise of his perfectly plucked eyebrow and his far to heavy accent that made your stomach flip.

With disgust of course. (Of course…what else could it be;))

There were days where it seemed Minghao would leave you alone, leave you be and work in peace. And then there were days in which you felt he tried everything to get a reaction.

Appearing behind you without notice while you talked to someone in the hallway, startling you to the point where multiple reports or coffee cups were almost sent flying. Additional shift in which you were paired up with him and in which you forced yourself not to jump his throat. Emails send to your Inbox filled with nonsense like memes telling you to keep working. Him always using the last of copy paper and never filling the printer back up so you always ran out and had to do it yourself and the uneasy you felt when he called you something in mandarin.

Google translate has left you not knowing any better with that last one and you hated it.

And now you were still stuck staring at the file like it had personally wronged you, which, in a way, it had. Or at least, the person who’d brought it to your desk had.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair and watching the grey light from outside cast shadows across your screen. The soft clink of your pen dropping to the desk was the only sound you allowed before finally standing, pushing your chair back with a squeak that echoed just a little too loudly for comfort.

Yes, you absolutely could have mailed the damn thing just to spite him. Minghao, after had never explicitly said you had to bring it yourself. But the spiteful little part of you, the part that had been sitting in your heart since the day you watched Minghao move into the bigger office, said if he was going to try and test you with work that wasn’t yours, he’d at least have to look you in the eye when you handed it off with a smile so tight it made your jaw hurt.

The hallway to the corner office felt longer today. Or maybe that was just your mood clinging to your shoes and dragging your steps. You didn’t bother knocking as Minghao never did either when he barged into your space with his smug little quips and printouts, and the door creaked slightly as you pushed it open.

There he was.

Leaning back in the ridiculous leather chair that squeaked only when you sat in it, one leg crossed over the other like he had all the time in the world, like he wasn’t infuriatingly, effortlessly perfect in a way that made your blood boil and your skin prickle in the most inconvenient way.

Minghao looked up, his eyes catching yours instantly, as if he’d known you were coming. “I was wondering how long it’d take,” he said smoothly, setting his pen down and gesturing toward the desk with that damned smile of his. “Just put it there.”

You didn’t move.

You stared at him, expression carefully neutral because if you weren’t careful, you’d either start yelling or throwing something, or worse, you’d blush and you couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not with the way he was looking at you like he knew something you didn’t.

“You’re enjoying this,” you said finally, stepping forward and placing the folder down with a thump, as controlled as you could manage without slamming it straight into the table and his keyboard.

“Giving me extra work that you know I’m not the best fit for. Watching me try not to murder you on office grounds. It’s like your personal brand of entertainment.”

He tilted his head, just a little, eyes flicking from the folder to your face and back again. That infuriating almost smile threatened the corners of his mouth, but he didn’t let it bloom. At least not yet.

“I wouldn’t say entertainment,” he replied, his tone slow, deliberate, “but I do enjoy keeping you on your toes.”

Your jaw tightened when he looked entirely to innocent while those words came out of him

“I’m not your toy.”

“I never said you were,” he said, voice softening slightly, in that way that always threw you off more than it should. “You’re…a lot of things. But not a toy.”

You squinted. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He gave a quiet, breathy laugh — the kind you were sure had made interns and assistants weak in the knees more than once. You hated that you knew exactly what it sounded like.

“You can take it however you like.”

You opened your mouth to fire something back, something cutting, probably a little mean, because that’s how the two of you worked — but stopped short when your eyes flicked down to the desk and landed on the two coffee cups sitting near his keyboard. One was his usual order, you recognized it from the corner café downstairs. The other was yours.

The exact kind you always bought for yourself, right down to the extra coconut syrup and low fat milk.

He followed your gaze and leaned back in his chair with that air of maddening ease. “I thought you might need a boost-” he said casually, “given how grumpy you’ve been today. Or well, last few months...”

“I’m not grumpy,” you said immediately, then realized how that sounded. Defensive, sharp and grumpy.

His smile finally appeared in full, slow and devastating and far too pleased with himself.

You rolled your eyes and turned on your heel before he could say anything else. “If you keep this up, I really will throw the stapler next time.”

His voice followed you, low and amused, like he knew the exact kind of chaos he left behind every time he pulled stunts like this. “I’ll make sure to duck.”

The coffee was left behind.

You were many things and one of them was proud. To proud to take the little peace offering he seemed to have gotten.

Huffing you stormed back into your own office.

This man really was something. Did he really think a simple cup of coffee was gonna change the way you two dance around each other like some rivaling predators ready to pounce to defend their territory?

Oh really absolutely not. Not when Minghao tried to get a rise out of you at every possible moment.

Which is also why you nearly screamed when you came back from the restroom and found said coffee sitting on your desk with a bright pink post it attached to it.

"You forgot this in my office. Enjoy :)"

Very tempted to throw it away you left it sitting there feeling it's presence like a rain cloud from outside while you wend through your mails. The tiredness in your bones still hadn't went away over the last hour and maybe you were craving the sweet taste of your favorite beverage. And maybe you reached for it after reading the 4th complaint of one of your coworkers in other departments in which they complained about the construction site outside their office window. Like you were responsible in any way for the city to renew the street around the company.

Fuck. Minghao really had ordered it just how you liked.

“You're grumpy again."

Jumping out of your skin at the sudden appearance of your boss you glared at the chinese man as he leaned against the door frame, glasses almost slipping from his nose from sitting so low.

“I'm not."

Minghao huffed a laugh but didn't move closer. Rather he settled more against the frame.

"Tell that to your desktop. The poor screen is gonna go up in flames soon."

You eyed him once and softened your features. Even if just the slightest bit.

"Do you need something?"

The man shrugged and entirely ignored the question.

"How was the coffee?"

You stopped and turned to look at him. His presence filling the room but not in a smug way. He looked soft , put together and entirely to curious for your taste.

"You got it wrong."

It was a lie and you both new it.

"Sure it is."

"I repeat, do you need something?"

"Nothing, just thought you might miss me băobèi." His little shrug left you speechless and with your jaw almost on your desk to the point you even ignored the mandarin he had yet again slipped into his sentence.

“Wow,” he said lightly, breaking the silence that followed, voice now quieter then before.

“That might be the first time I’ve ever seen you speechless. Should I be worried? Or flattered?”

Still nothing.

But his eyes flickered to your mouth, just for a second and when his eyes met yours again, there was something in them.

You blinked slowly, needing a moment to recover, but the pause had already said too much.

Minghao tilted his head, letting the silence stretch, letting you sit with the fact that he had once again caught you of guard. This time however differently to what he usually did or said.

“Di- did you hit your head in your office just now?” you spluttered with wide eyes the hand on the computer mouse having gone completely still.

“Are you worried?”

“You- what- no!

“But you didn’t deny it.”

Your mouth opened, then closed again, and you were sure your brain had just done a hard reboot mid-thought.

“I didn’t deny it,” you said finally, fingers tightening slightly on the mouse, “because I was too busy trying to figure out if you’ve finally lost it.”

Minghao raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“So still no denial.”

You rolled your eyes, heart annoyingly loud in your chest. “I’m not worried, Minghao. I’m just… trying making sure you’re not having some kind of stroke. You know, suddenly deciding to be nice to me?”

“I’m always nice.”

You snorted. “No, no, no, no. If you were always nice, I wouldn’t have three separate folders on my desktop labeled ‘HR pain in my ass – Volumes I, II and III.’”

He didn’t even blink. “So you think about me often enough to label my niceness.”

You gaped. “That’s not—! It’s called workplace trauma, Xu!”

His smile spread wider.

“And yet you still haven’t denied it.”

And gone he was.

With a heavily beating heart you stared at the spot where the door gently clicked shut.

God you needed a drink. Now!

The break room was empty when you entered, which you were quite thankful for in that moment.

You needed a moment to take a breath. Or maybe three. Anything to take your mind off whatever it had been that had just happened.

What the freak had that been? And what was Minghao trying to achieve with it?!

You yanked open the fridge door and stared blankly at the contents like your life depended on it. It didn’t, but your hands were still warm from where they’d curled around your mouse during that completely unnecessary and maybe u settling conversation, and you swore you could still hear his voice echoing in your ears. That was unfair. That was workplace harassment. That was—

“Okay,” came a voice behind you, loud and mildly scandalized. “Who got under your skin this time?”

You jumped, whipping around with the fridge door still open and nearly knocking into Boo Seungkwan, Marketing Manager and full-time chaos detector.

He took one look at you and narrowed his eyes like a seasoned drama critic watching Vernon act out his newest movie in real time.

“Why do you look like someone just whispered something very not HR conform in your ear during a board meeting?”

“No Idea what you mean.” you said immediately, too fast and a bit high pitched which triggered Seungkwan’s distrust even more.

“Sure.” He crossed his arms, expression unchanging. “You’re fidgety. Your lips are almost bleeding from chewing on them and you’re staring into that fridge like it holds the answers to your entire emotional breakdown.”

“I’m not having a breakdown.” You grumbled a bit petulant.

He held up one hand, as if to signal he’d allow the lie just this once. “Okay. Fine. Not a breakdown. Got it.”

You groaned and closed the fridge. “Can’t I just be in the middle of a caffeine crisis without being interrogated like this?”

“Oh, babe, no.” he said, slipping past you to grab his sparkling water with far too much smugness. “Not when you come in here looking like you’ve just had a near death experience with that Hongjoong guy from your screensaver.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

You shouldn’t have and one look at the Marketing Manager told you that you would regret it.

Seungkwan’s eyes lit up like he’d just found the plot twist *and* the end credits.

“Oh my god. It was Hao, wasn’t it?”

You tried your best to safe your pride. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You didn’t have to,” he sang, now grinning like a cat that had caught itxs prey.

“That face says everything. Did he finally flirt you into a corner?”

“No,” you hissed, though your voice cracked halfway through. “It wasn’t flirting. It was—it was just a conversation.”

One that left you reeling but if you said that out loud, Seungkwan would never let you live in peace again.

Not that he did that in the first place.

“Right.” Seungkwan sipped his water like it was wine while sittibg down at the long table. “The kind of conversation that leaves you breathless and checking your pulse in front of a fridge.”

“I hate you.” You grabbed your coffee, ready to flee. “And you’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Absolutely. Because finally” he called after you as you headed for the door, “ you started to catch up on what everyone else here sees when he looks at you.”

You stopped.

Turned slightly.

Ehh?????

“…What the hell do you mean the rest of us?”

Seungkwan smirked.

“Oh babe, we all noticed. Minghao is sarcastic with everyone. But with you, there’s this little sparkle in his eyes and he’s a lot softer in the way he talks to you then anyone else in this place.”

And with that, he pulled out his phone and started his break. Acting like he hadn’t just thrown you into a rollercoaster of emotions.

A few days later at a corporate gala you’re dressed to kill after trying to avoid Minghao for the past 3 days like your life depends on it and clinging onto your champagne to keep your cool.

The gala was everything you’d expected from Sebong Corporation and more. Something straight out of a movie and a sea of dressed to the nines people pretending they didn’t hate networking just as much as you did.

You stood near one of the bar, a half-empty glass of champagne in hand, nodding politely at someone from legal who was still talking about last quarter’s contract revisions. You hadn’t understood a single thing.

Way to busy with scanning the room.

More specifically, busy making sure Xu Minghao wasn’t within a 3 meter radius.

So far he wasn’t. You’d spotted him once a bit earlier. Tall and unfairly sharp looking in a black suit that fit like it a glove and his hair slicked back, his smile polite, and his eyes–

No! You wouldn’t allow your thoughts to go there.

You had successfully dipped every time he came even remotely close for the past hour.

Your new personal record, especially after the week you’d had, which consisted ignoring his mails,, escaping to “urgent meetings” the moment he entered a room, and very nearly ducking behind the office ficus once when he passed by too close to your desk.

You hadn’t done that but the thought was there.

You were in denial. And the champagne was helping you stay there.

“I see you’ve upgraded from ‘fidgety’ to ‘liquid courage’.” Came a voice to your right.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Seungkwan, looking flawless in a silk tie and an expression that said he lived for nights like this — social chaos, good lighting, and corporate gossip served with shrimp cocktails. Everything you only survived with some strong whisky quickly thrown back before leaving your apartment.

“I’m networking” you said, sipping your drink.

“You’re pretending to network while checking for one specific threat like he’s Bowser in Super Mario 64 and you’re Princess Peach.”

“You really have a thing for over dramatizing things. Thats not even remotely what I was doing and Bowser at least had a castle.”

“Oh?” Seungkwan smiled into his glass. “So the running away, the drink refills every ten minutes, and the fact that you keep track of him to dip in time to not run into him is just… coincidence?”

You sighed, pressing your fingers to your temple. “I’m just trying to have one evening without… stress.”

“That being him breathing in your direction and making you question your entire personality?”

You pulled a face that very clearly showed how unamused you were by his deduction.

Seungkwan took pity. Just a little.

“Look, I get it. You two have that… thing. The tension. The banter. The enemies-but-not-really thing that feels like foreplay but sounds like an HR violation, which buy the way would land on your own desk if it came out. Or his.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

He just grinned. “All I’m saying is that pretending nothing’s happening might not be the best strategy.”

Before you could say anything his gaze flicked over your shoulder and instantly light up.

“Oh,” he said, far too pleased. “And look who just noticed you.”

You stiffened. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t say it Seungkwan.”

“He’s walking this way, babe.”

You turned, fully prepared to escape once again but it was too late. Minghao was already behind you and stepping into your personal space with the kind of calm that made your nerves bubble like your chmpagne

“Evening,” he said, voice smooth and low and criminal in the way it made your insides flutter.

You forced a smile. “Minghao.”

His eyes flicked to your glass. “Third one?”

You blinked. “Fourth actually.”

He hummed. “That’s cute.”

Seungkwan coughed, conveniently and very loudly. “Well. I’ll leave you two to whatever this is.”

He gestured wildly and disappeared before you could stare him down.

You turned back to Minghao, who was definitely fighting a smirk himself.

You hated him.

Hated the way he was looking at you like he knew exactly what yyou had been doing for the past hour. Like he’d let you run just to see how many times you’d try to flee from him.

“Enjoying yourself?” you asked, trying for neutral.

“It’s tolerable,” he said. “The view helps.”

You froze.

And again. EHH????

He raised his glass slightly in your direction. “You look good tonight.”

Your throat dried.

“Dito” you managed to grumble while keeping your voice low. “You look… good.”

“Mm.” That smirk was back. “So you’ve been looking.”

You downed the rest of your champagne and prayed someone would pull the fire alarm.

The air outside felt amazing on your skin. Cool, gentle, not enough to sober you, but just enough to make your head feel lighter than it already was.

You leaned against the iron railing of the terrace, empty champagne glass dangling between your fingers and the bubbles long gone but the warmth still bubbling in your system.

The heels on your feet hurt, your vision just the slightest bit swimming every time you blinked too slowly, and your brain was somewhere between *I need food* and *I miss the old Winx Club*.

More than anything, though, you were trying very hard not to think about Minghao.

Which of course, only made you think about him more.

The way he looked tonight. The sleek suit that did nothing to help your composure, the soft way his hair curled behind his ears, the tie just the slightest bit loose at his collar like even perfection had its limit. And the way he’d kept glancing your way even while conversing with a sponsor from all the way across the hall just long enough to make your stomach twist.

You were fine. Tipsy, sure. A little warm. A little emotionally unstable. But totally, completely fine.

And then the door behind you opened.

You felt him before you saw him. That presence, all calm and unsettlingly quiet, like standing too close to a fire that hadn’t caught flame yet.

“Didn’t take you for an escape artist.” Minghao said gently as he came to stand close enough for you to feel the heat of his body through your dress without touching you.

You snorted into your glass, too tired and too buzzed to be anything but honest.

“Didn’t take you for someone who would notice.”

“I always notice you.”

You turned your head, slowly. He wasn’t smirking or teasing. Just looking at you with that same steady gaze that made you feel weak in the knees.

“I came out for air.” you said, blinking harder than necessary. “And also because if I stood in that room for one more minute I was going to throw myself into the chocolate fountain.”

A soft laugh escaped him, low and surprised. “That’s fair I guess..”

You squinted at him. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be networking? Charming sponsors and artists? Making everyone wonder how you’re both terrifyingly polite and smug all at once?”

“I got bored,” he said. Then with a shrug: “And I saw you leave.”

You made a small sound; somewhere between a scoff and something more startled, annd looked back out over the city od Seoul.

“You’re gonna give me a complex one of these days.”

Minghao didn’t answer at first. Then, after a moment: “You’re glowing.”

Your head tilted slightly. “That’s the champagne.”

He hummed. “No. It’s you. When you’re not pretending you don’t like me.”

You laughed a little startled and a little too loud in the silence of the night.

“I don’t like you,” you said, but your voice cracked halfway through.

Minghao smiled slowly. “You’re drunk.”

You lifted your chin with an unconscious pout on your lips.

“I’m *tipsy.* That’s different.”

Minghao moved just slightly closer, enough that your breath caught a little in your throat.

“You’re soft when you drink.” he murmured. “It suits you.”

You narrowed your eyes — or tried to. The effect was more squinty than threatening.

“You think you can just… say things like that and not get punched?”

“Oh Băobèi, you won’t punch me.”

“Don’t test me, Xu.”

He laughed again, and something about the sound pulled at your chest like a thread unraveling.

“So tell me. Why were you running?”

“I wasn’t running,” you mumbled, nose wrinkling and still pouty t as you swirled that last drop of champagne around the glass.

“I was… briskly walking away from poor decisions.”

Minghao chuckled under his breath. “And I’m the poor decision?”

You didn’t answer. You just shrugged and gave him a side glance. The kind that was equal parts playful and infuriatingly unreadable.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you thought it.”

You sighed dramatically, leaning your elbow on the railing and pressing your cheek to your knuckles, suddenly very aware of how your earring brushed against the skin of your neck when you moved.

“You’re very full of yourself, you know that?” you said lightly.

Minghao chuckled.

“I get that a lot.”

“You should.” You nodded.

Minghao laughed again, softer this time, like he couldn’t help it, like it was just falling out of him now.

And when he looked at you again, it was different. Warmer and honest.

“You’re dangerous when you’re tipsy,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You peeked up at him, eyes wide and a little too shiny from champagne, night air and the light of the skyline reflecting in them. “Why?”

“Because you’re cute,” he said, honestly. “And unpredictable. And because I want to kiss you so badly it’s starting to mess with my sense of logic.”

Your breath caught but instead of melting, you narrowed your eyes, lips pulling into a lazy, smug little smile.

“I am unpredictable” you said. “So maybe I’ll kiss you.”

He went still.

You leaned closer, just barely and lowered your voice. “Or maybe I’ll go back inside and pretend this never happened.”

He exhaled a soft breath through his nose, smiling like someone trying very hard not to break apart in real time. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You tilted your head, eyes fluttering slightly. “Yeah? Well, if you die dramatically enough, I promise to attend the funeral in black and cry over your grave.”

Minghao shook his head with a breathless laugh, running a hand down his face. “God, you are so annoying.”

“And yet.” You blinked up at him, biting back a grin. “You’re still here”

He looked at you then. Really looked and you could see it happen. The silent unraveling. The moment he stopped trying to keep it together and let himself feel you.

All of you.

The pout. The teasing. The stubbornness. The ache and affection under every attempt to dodge his flirting.

“I am so screwed,” he said softly.

You let out a tiny hum. “You’ve been screwed since the first time I rolled my eyes at you when we started working at Sebong.”

“I knew it,” he whispered, eyes wide with mock offense. “That was flirting.”

You grinned, tipsy and victorious, and lifted your glass like a toast. “No it wasn’t.. and if it was you can’t prove it.”

“I don’t have to.” He closed the tiny gap still left between you.

“Because if you don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I’m going to.”

You raised a brow, head tilted to the side and your lips pursed. “Is that a threat?”

He leaned in, not quite touching but close enough that your breath brushed against his face.

“No,” he whispered, voice lower now. “That’s a promise.”

And for a moment, just one long champagne-dizzy second you didn’t push him away.

You didn’t tease.

You just stayed there, quiet and breathless, as the walls you had pulled up trembled in the presence of someone who saw through all of them.

You didn’t say a single clever thing.

You couldn’t even think of one and just looked at him.

Really looked.

At the way his hair curled ever so slightly at the ends. The way his eyes flew your face like he was memorizing every single detail on it. The way his breath caught just barely when your own hitched.

And then, before either of you could thinkk to much, you closed the space yourself.

It was barely a movement.

Just the softest lean forward, the smallest tilt of your head, the faintest brush of lips and still enough to ruin you completely.

Because the moment you kissed him, the world went quiet.

Minghao froze for the briefest second, like he couldn’t quite believe you would actually lean in and then melted into you like butter in the sun.

His hand found your waist. Not urgent or demanding, just there, steady and warm through the thin fabric of your dress. His other hand rose slowly, fingers ghosting over side of your face as his thumb brushed your cheek so gently it made your eyes flutter shut all over again.

It wasn’t a hungry nor was it rushed.

It was deliberate like something that had been waiting to happen for a long time.

Like Minghao wanted to savor every soft breath, every angle, every little noise that left you.

You kissed him back with that same slow ache, the champagne still bubbling through your veins but fading now under the heat blooming in your chest. Your hand curled lightly into the lapel of his jacket, anchoring yourself, like if you let go, you might float right out of your skin.

When you finally pulled back, just a breath apart, his eyes opened slowly.

He looked dazed.

Wrecked, in the quietest, most beautiful way.

“Okay,” he whispered, voice rougher now. “I take it back.”

You blinked up at him, still catching your breath. “Take what back?”

His thumb traced your jaw.

“I’m already yours.”

Your heart stuttered.

You tried to smirk — tried to throw up one last wall, one last quip, but it didn’t quite make it. It dissolved on your lips as he leaned his forehead gently against yours.

And for once, you let it happen.

You didn’t fight him.

Didn’t outrun the way your body leaned into him like it belonged there.

You just stayed.

Minghao’s arms around you, the city glowing quietly beyond the terrace, the kiss still burning on your lips.

No more games.

No more fighting.

Just this.

Inside were Seungkwan and Vernon, who high fived each other and threw their drinks back like it was apple juice.

Finally

[dimalry]

Humour me for a moment, please 🙏

A lot of people like talking about what if there was another Archeron sister? Just like, four instead of three, not like a secret sister. And since I really like your story telling, what do you think she would be like? Where would she fall in the birth order? What would her powers be? Etc. Obviously being that in depth is optional, but I, again, really like your story telling abilities and wanted to see what you would think!

Beware, some drawings look wonky and please excuse the poor dialog. I just drew it all over the weekend.

Meet Edith Archeron:

Let’s start with her past: Edith was born from a scandalous affair between Mr. Archeron and a wealthy lady. To protect her family’s reputation, her mother gave Edith up to the Archerons. It all happened shortly before Mrs. Archeron fell gravely ill and they lost their fortune. So unlike her sisters, she only ever knew poverty.

There was no one to properly raise Edith, even with her family around. Feyre was always out hunting, Nesta and Elain busy with chores, and their father sat uselessly in his chair. Edith grew up without guidance, no education, no manners, and little love. Nesta, angry at their father, would at times take it out on her, Elain was too focused on keeping herself alive, and Feyre believed that keeping them all alive was enough— Once, when Edith asked to join Feyre hunting, her clumsy movements scared off the prey and it frustrated Feyre a lot, she told her to not bother and go back. That’s when she got lost in the woods and got bitten by a magical little plant that infected her body. Without immediate treatment, she’s cursed with a slow, incurable disease. She’s in the early stages in which she can‘t use her bitten leg properly. She didn’t tell her sisters about it, thinking that it’s no big deal. She might not live past her early 20s.

I love to think of Edith as this weird, awkward, nonchalant kid. She‘d spent her time either helping with some chores, sleeping through the day or doing whatever she could outside (not far from the cottage) to entertain herself. She made some animal friends as well, hehe.

She also has no chill when it comes to saying what’s on her mind. Like when the Bat Boys meet the Archeron family for the first time— while Nesta and Elain are trying to stay calm despite their fear of Faeries, Edith just watches that one big bat spit some chewed-up food bits right into her dish. You can imagine how she called him out on it.

On to your question about her powers: She has none. She’s human and stays that way.-> After Tamlin provided them with enough wealth, Edith developed a habit of going out in the middle of the night to dip her feet into the lake. This act saved her from being kidnapped by Hybern‘s beasts when they came and forcefully took Nesta and Elain. It was quite a scare to run back in and find her sisters gone and their rooms destroyed.

While we see each of her sisters healing, finding their purpose in life and accepting their reality in the recent years, Edith starts to wonder about her future. She pretends it doesn’t bother her, but she questions her worth. She has no passions, any goals or a purpose in life and so It’s hard for her to watch her sisters happy while she’s left behind with nothing, merely passing through the days and waiting for the disease to take over. That is until she stumbles upon Bryaxis while trying to find a book with interesting enough pictures and doesn’t require reading.

The friendly, near invisible demon seems to know everything about her. It convinces her to strike a bargain: To live and be like her sisters in exchange for a favor it will call upon. (See the sketch above far right)— Don’t blame her, remember that she wasn’t taught basic survival skills and to be cautious.

It tells her exactly what to do, how to become immortal and powerful. The catch? She has to steal it from Rhysand. It was difficult but she pulled it off. ( Don’t ask how cause Idk. Maybe by using Faebane or something)

Edith now enjoys her new life. For the first time she has something that brings her genuine joy and she becomes quite obsessed with it. She even feels no pain in her left leg anymore! Her sisters though aren’t particularly happy about it and that bothers her a lot. She doesn’t understand what she‘s dealing with, nor that her sisters’ concerns come from love, not hatred. With that, Bryaxis takes advantage of her hurt and confusion and becomes her only „friend“. It speaks to her in mind, whispering manipulations, convincing her that everyone is against her. The more her emotions spiral, the stronger grasp Bryaxis has on her.

(Don’t mind the sketch below far right with the broken wrings, it has no relation to the story. I just thought it looked cool)

There’s a long history between Bryaxis and the royal family of the Night court. Long story short, It was hunted down and forced into servitude by a former High lord. In an act of vengeance, Bryaxis used people as vessels to spread chaos and destruction within this court. Therefor the High lord at that time caged it in the heart of the House of Wind, no one ever allowed to enter the the pit of the library and awaken this monster. (You can keep the scene of Bryaxis scaring the living sh*t out of Cassian when the bat boys were on their rebellious phase. It revealed its true form to him)

Rhysand is completely stripped of his magic and his immortality. You can Imagine how the power-hungry king feels about this. (Not to mention how disastrous it would be if people, within and outside the Night Court, hear a whisper of Rhys‘s current state). Rhys could learn how to view the lower class as more than weaklings.

And finally, when Edith completely loses control does Bryaxis step in and demand that she fulfill her end of the bargain: giving up her very soul to fuse with Bryaxis. Combined, they (more like Bryaxis) destroy everything in their path within the city of Starlight. Though Bryxis cannot venture beyond Velaris, it is more than satisfied with its newfound strength to destroy what’s precious to Rhys.

Feyre, of course, won’t stand for this. Since she cannot defeat Bryaxis without losing Edith in the process, she strikes a compelling bargain. Rhys isn’t at all happy about it.

As punishment, Edith is permanently banned from the Night Court. With Thesan's approval, she‘s sent to reside in the Dawn Court, where she undergoes surgeries and a mental recovery process. Elain decides to temporarily accompany her, working with scholars and scientists to assist in her treatment. Some of the researchers are excited to document her case, particularly the rare disease she contracted. With Elain's help, they manage to create a cure for it.

This is my design of her grown. During her recovery, Edith decided that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to receive an education. In the years that followed, she discovered her aspirations and passions and learns to be content with herself as a human

Don’t forget that Bryaxis is still out there, though no one heard a whisper of it since that incident. What if they meet again? And this time Edith‘s not interested in conserving with it while Bryaxis is kind of obsessed with her. I‘ve also added some love interests for it (see the rough sketches). I personally prefer no love interests, but if people like they can decide between the 2 or have both.

I‘m not quite sure what profession she‘d take. I’m thinking of her in the engineering field, working to progress the human lands maybe? Or she stays in the Dawn Court and work as an historian. Idk.

That was fun. When I first read your ask I actually just wanted to tell you that I‘m not a fan of the 4th sister theory and move on, but I decided to think on it. I wanted to draw it all too, but it didn’t come out right 😬

It’s not going to be a part of my remake though. Just a fun little story that could be applied to the original if people don’t have a problem with Bryxias & Feyre’s first meet up being changed. But thanks to you I have a new oc now! 🤗