#so here it is........... ta dah

[thcophagy]

* . ⊹ in the source link, you’ll find #262 gifs of joseph quinn portraying michael from hoard. please do not use these gifs for smut/taboo rps, or to portray joseph himself. like and reblog if you plan on using and do not claim as your own.

[tarn-ati0n]

Playing through Omega Ruby for the first time! I had a copy of Alpha Saphirre growing up, but tbh. I've always been more of a Groudon guy, lol. So it's nice to finally be able to play this version.

Anyways, here's the gang so far.

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[pushclouds]

today and all of the days

vashwood, 24k, explicit. // modern au, didn’t know they were dating

Donut shop owner Vash has a bit of a helpless crush on the smoke-shop-slash-bar owner two storefronts down, Nicholas. Vash just can't figure out why Nicholas keeps avoiding moving their business partnership to the next level.

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[leviiackrman]

I made a new baby!! Here she is:

GIGI OLALIA - my hero academia & buddy daddies crossover

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[lilshoots]

ta-dah

Your feedback was damn positive, so here is the translation:

So, this is an AU where Hashirama dies early due to Mokuton and Tobirama completely blames himself for not finding a cure (he will invent the cure over time, of course, driven by guilt). He then fully immerses himself in the ANBU project to distance from intrusive thoughts and isolates himself from people (but not from certain Uchihas and a bunch of kids), knowing that Konoha is in good hands with Madara as the Nidaime.

I just thought about the seals on the ANBU masks and here we are…

[hopelesslonelyghost]

thinking about simon with an emotional support medic (pt 2 here)

medical inaccuracies ahead, pls don’t mind. not beta read, sorry for any typosss

simon doesn’t know how he ended up where he did. absolutely smitten for the cute medic on base. he thinks it may have happened when he sliced his hand and had to come to you for the first time.

you and your beautiful, bright eyes looked up at him as he gruffly explained his situation. you quickly sat him down and got to work. after gathering all the stuff you needed, you sat quietly next to the ghost and cleaned his wound.

as you worked, you never once forced him to converse with you. didn’t try to poke and prod at him. you just hummed.

after applying some butterfly stitches and wrapping his hand up, you quietly expressed your content, a little ta-dah! slipping out. you took off your gloves as you stood, gently patting his shoulder, “all done big guy. anything else comes up, i’m here.”

ever since then there hasn’t been a day simon strays far from you whenever he’s on base.

tonight you’re staying up later than usual, trying to get all your charts up to date before heading to your quarters for some much needed rest. that is, until you hear a knock on the door.

your head perks up, eyebrows furrowing softly, “come in!”

eyes trained on the door, you watch it open slowly before a massive body is slipping through it, closing the door behind him.

“lieutenant!”

“hey doc.”

you set aside the paperwork you were working on and stand, making your way to him.

“what’s wrong?”

simon crosses his arms and huffs, “can’t jus’ come an’ visit anymore?”

you quirk an eyebrow, “simon it’s-“ you look down at your watch, then back up at him, “-it’s nearly midnight.”

while not uncommon for him to be in your office at this time, keeping you company as you finish up for the night, he had just come back from an op a few hours ago. he’d usually be in his quarters for the rest of the day, that was just his routine.

simon sighs and lifts his arm to go to rub the back of his neck, which he quickly aborts and hisses, arm flinching back down.

you freeze, “simon?”

he turns and goes to sit on the patient bed, “got tackled through a window, shattered it.” as he explains, he’s pulling the zipper of his hoodie down, eyes scrunching up in pain behind his balaclava before fully removing the article, “muppet pushed me into the broken glass. tried diggin’ it out on my own, but can’t see too well even through the mirror.”

shirt pulled up, he’s removing a few gauze taped onto his skin. you look up from where you’d ran to a few drawers, gathering all the stuff you need, piling it on a small cart.

you can see the gauze are red and heavy with his blood, but it appears to be controlled. a large gash is revealed on the right side of his torso, just below his ribcage. it’s jagged and deep. it runs from his ribs down to just slightly above his right hip.

“jesus si, that’s gnarly.” you sigh as you wheel the cart back towards him, grabbing a nearby stool and taking a seat. you glide over to him. you push him to lay back on the bed, pushing a few buttons to adjust the bed so that he’s not laying completely flat on his back.

you slip on gloves and tentatively prod at the wound. simon hisses. you quickly snatch your hands back and wince, “i’m so sorry. here, i’m going to add some local anesthetic, okay?”

he shakes his head, “it’s alrigh’. i’ll be fine without it.”

you make a sound that sounds almost like a whine, “simon.. there’s- there’s no way i’m allowing that.”

you turn slightly, getting the numbing ready, “i’m going to be digging into your side for god-knows-how-long.” you turn back to him and lock eyes, “you’ve already suffered enough. my job is to keep you healthy and comfortable.”

you two fall silent, caught in a silent war. whatever he sees in your eyes must be convincing enough, because he gives a slight nod and turns away.

you nod too, “good.” you open a few alcohol pads, “this might sting.”

•••

two hours later, you’ve successfully debrided, cleaned, and stitched simon’s wound. you’re tightly wrapping bandages around his waist

“remember, keep it dry for at least twenty-four hours, after that, you can take a quick shower. don’t keep it wet. we don’t want it to get infected. antibiotic resistant bacteria is a real threat. don’t forget that..”

“aye aye, doc.”

you finish up with his wrappings and stand up, slipping your gloves off and discarding them on the now messy cart, “come back in the morning so I can take a look at it again, and to change your gauze as well.”

you walk over to a locked drawer and thumb in a code before placing it on a fingerprint scanner. three small beep-beep-beep!’s ring through your office. you fish out a large white container and pop the top off, spilling a few pills into a white paper bag. putting everything back, you fold the bag and staple it shut.

you walk back to simon and hand him the bag, “antibiotics. they’re more of a safety net. take one every twelves hours.”

simon stands, pulling his shirt back down and snatching his hoodie up into his hands, “thanks love. really ‘preciate you doin’ this.”

you smile softly, “it’s my job to look after you, dummy.”

he huffs again, soft eyes locking with yours. he takes the medication from your awaiting hand and shoves it into the pockets of his hoodie, which he already slipped on.

he takes a few steps closer to you, very slowly he brings up his right hand, before its enclosed around the back of your neck and bringing you into his chest. he leans down and places a kiss onto the crown of your head. then another on your temple. and then a final one on your cheek.

“that’s my line, sweetheart.”

you stick your tongue out, “that’s too bad.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

A Hole in the Heart

Between this and the drunken confession from Leona fic 😭 I must be in my Savanaclaw era… Maybe I’ll write a food-related Jack fic too, who knows www

Imagine this...

There’s a cute guy working behind the counter.

You can only afford to dawdle for so long. Your eyes are supposed to be focused on reading the menu mounted overhead or browsing the glossy breads and cakes on offer. Instead, your gaze drifts up to the employee—a hyena beastman—sheepishly awaiting your order.

He leans on the glass display case, face nestled in his arms, cheek to forearm. His dirty blonde hair sticks up like someone has aggressively ruffled his head. The boy blinks at you with big, blue-grey eyes, mouth permanently etched into a sloped smile that suggests he is capable of stirring up trouble off his shift.

An apron hangs loosely from his lanky frame, and a cap is clamped down between two large, twitching ears. His tail, short and stout, wags like a metronome, in time with the rhythm he taps out with a finger.

Yeah, he’s definitely super cute, you conclude.

“… Hey.”

You jolt at the hand passion waving in front of your face, at his voice. It’s casual and warm, like the sound of an old friend’s greeting after a long day.

The bakery employee lifts his head and quirks a brow. “You decided what you want yet? You’ve been starin’ for a while now.”

W-Was I really staring?!

A hand flies to your face, testing it for signs of self-consciousness. Your skin is flushed and tingles, like flames have been lit under it.

“S-Sorry, I must’ve dozed off,” you mumble, burrowing into your collar and praying that he doesn’t notice. Focus here, you remind yourself. “You have so many options, I’m having a hard time deciding. What do you recommend?”

“Me?” He fully draws himself up, trading his smile for a smirk. “I know just the thing. Hang on a sec!”

The employee peels away and snags a donut from the display case, wrapping it in a checkered napkin. The pastry is plump and full, fried to a golden perfection and covered in a shiny sugar glaze. 

“Oh… It doesn’t have a hole in the center,” you realize.

“The holes are usually there to help the dough cook evenly. We repurpose what’s punched out as donut holes,” he says, eyes glittering with gluttony, “but nothing beats having the whole thing, hole and all.”

“Pfft. When you put it like that, it feels sort of sad.”

“How do you figure?”

“A donut with a hole sounds like a person that’s missing their heart. Some important part of themselves just… poof. Gone.”

“A person missing their heart, huh? You got an imagination on ya.”

D-Did he just compliment me?

Your heart leaps up and lodges in your throat. It’s suddenly difficult to usher your words out.

He shakes his head and turns away, setting to his work. The boy becomes but a blur of activity, and you watch him, mesmerized.

He generously ladles chocolate sauce onto the donut, garnished by a handful of sliced nuts. Then he glops on a healthy helping of custard cream, a spritz of whipped cream, and a big spoonful of berry jam. The result is one decadently sticky pile of sugar with everything under the kitchen sink thrown onto it.

He presents the towering donut to you with a flourish. “Ta-dah! I give you… the Ruggie Special!” 

You gape at it, unsure of what to do or say. There’s no way I can finish this before class starts, you fret—but you accept the donut in a daze, not wanting to reject all his efforts. Your fingers and his graze, sparking a thrill within you.

“What’s ‘Ruggie’?” you ask shyly.

“That’s me.” He winks and points to himself. No, to the name tag pinned to his chest. “Ruggie. Ruggie Bucchi.”

H-He told me his name. You clutch your hands together in an attempt to calm them. Is he flirting with me?

“W-Wow, you have a menu item named after you? That’s cool,” you babble. Oh no—you’re so horrid at small talk, you scold yourself.

“Unofficially, yeah. The boss doesn’t mind if I use the extra ingredients lying around to experiment. Oh, speaking of—” He holds out a hand. “All that extra stuff’s gonna cost ya. That’ll be 700 madol, if you please!”

“700…?!” You startle, as if waking from a dream. The donut’s mountain of topples wobble, threatening to tumble. “That’s over 5 times the cost of a single plain donut!”

“Well, this is a single plain donut with all the fixings,” he corrects you with a snicker. Ruggie points to your Special. The chocolate sauce is rapidly dribbling down, cream leaking into the napkin. “Look, it’s already getting all over you. Better cough up the cash and get to eating it real quick~” 

“Nrgh…” You reluctantly fish out 700 madol and slap the bills onto the counter. “Here. Just take it already.”

“Nishishishi, thank you for your patronage!” Ruggie happily scoops up the money and deposits it into the register. The bills are swallowed up by the metal contraption, as if it is feasting on your misfortune.

Why do I feel like I just got duped by a pretty face?

Your stomach lurches, disappointed with yourself. Friends and classmates always teased you for this. Head in the clouds, too sentimental, unlucky with guys, so quick to fall in love and even quicker to have your heart broken—all phrases they used to describe you.

Someone absolutely hopeless in their flights of fancy. A donut wandering around with a hole where their heart should be, seeking what they lack.

You flush deeper. Maybe I’m proving them right. I’m seeing things that aren’t there.

“W-Well, thank you for your recommendation,” you say hurriedly.

“No prob,” he replies with the tip of his hat. “All in a day’s work.”

A day’s work, duh. Stupid, stupid. He was only buttering you up to swindle you into a sale.

The donut is oozing into your palm now. You frown and attempt to mop what is spilling with your tongue. Ruggie laughs a little—and you’re not sure if he’s laughing with you or laughing at you. Truthfully, you don’t know which you’d prefer.

“Need more napkins?” he offers, a wad of them at the ready. “These’re free.”

“Th-Thank you,” you mutter, grabbing them with your free (clean) hand. “I have to get going, or I’ll be late.”

“Uh-huh. Don’t they all?”

You gather yourself, hurrying to the door and flinging yourself through. It swings as you exit, the bell above jingling and ringing out your departure. The warm, comforting smell of sugar dissipates into the outdoor air.

“See ya around,” he calls after you, a teasing lilt in his voice. You don’t see what kind of an expression he’s making, but you don’t dare allow yourself to look back and find out.

You try to busy yourself with scrubbing clean. A bathroom—you should have stopped by the bakery’s bathroom to wet the napkins, to wash your hands with soap. But you have your pride, and you refuse to march back in, to have him mocking you a second time.

You wipe at your thumb, but the napkin catches and sticks at the corner. There’s a blot there, dark-colored and bleeding.

… Huh? What’s that?

You lift the napkin and squint at the smudged shapes scrawled onto it. Letters and numbers come into view.

Ruggie Bucchi, followed by a series of numbers strung together. A phone number.

Everything in you stills.

When did he…?

You rifle through the rest of your napkins, looking for other hidden messages. Nothing else, just the one. 

But if he passed me his phone number, that means… He’s interested in me too?!

Excitement kicks up in you again. Hope, dancing a little jig.

You melt, pressing the napkin to yourself. Your heart practically beats right out of your chest, as if it wants to see the proof with its own eyes.

Ruggie. Ruggie Bucchi… The quick-witted guy in the donut shop, the boy with an impish grin and fast fingers.

The hole in your chest fills, having found its missing part. Whole at last, tasting sweeter than any confection.

You’ll have to text him first chance you get.

[hey-hey-j]

✨BroZone's back, alright!✨

aka: it's been exactly three months since the last time I drew them all like this and I was never really satisfied with those first pass refs so, ta-dah! Here we are again ✨

can you tell who my two favourites are I think you can tell who my two favourites are

(★my Kofi)

[heartmix]

The Correct Way - Nico Hischier

Pairing: Nico Hischier x gn!reader

Word Count: 600+

Twelve Fics of Christmas - Hot Cocoa

Warning: tooth rooting fluff

A/N: I have no clue what it's like to experience temperatures below 60s, I live on an island so excuse me if the beginning is not accurate.

Masterlist / Hockey Masterlist

Jersey's winter was no joke. It was borderline unbearable. Work and Nico's games were the only places you were willing to travel during the winter. Maybe you weren't built for the harsh winter, but this is where you decided to make a life. Can't complain if you picked here to live.

"How do you still look miserable with the heater and AC turned all the way up?" Nico teased seeing you all bundled up on the sofa wrapped in at least four blankets and layers of clothes while he wore a simple sweater and joggers. 

"Winter where I'm from drops to 60s not in the negatives."

"Want me to make you some hot cocoa?" As funny as it is seeing you in this state he hated the thought of you being miserable. Not much more he can do about the temperature, but maybe some warm liquid might help.

"That sounds great, thank you." You said smiling at him. 

Making his way to the kitchen you saw him pull out everything. Your favorite Christmas mug, the hot cocoa packets, and some mini marshmallows. As you watched him you couldn't help but be thankful for the guy in front of you. Here he was making you hot co-

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" You exclaimed running up to him like a manic almost making him drop the kettle that he was filling with water. 

"Filling it up with water?" At this point he was the most confused he's ever been. Why were you yelling at him for making you a drink?

"You don't use water for hot cocoa! Are you an animal!" Quickly you took over his task dumping the kettle of water out and reached for the fridge to get milk.

"The instructions say to use a cup of water?"

"If you want watery chocolate. I want it to taste authentic. This is why everyone knows to use milk. It makes it more creamy liquid not straight-up liquid." With all the seriousness in your voice, he watched you warming up the milk before moving on to dumping the cocoa powder in the mug.

"I didn't know you took it so seriously."

"I'm only showing you the right way." You shrugged as you were now pulling out the whipped cream from the fridge. 

He carefully watched you fill the mug with milk seeing the powder mix in effortlessly. Next, you took a handful of the mini marshmallows and filled the mug to the brim. It was only then you stopped in your tracks to survey the kitchen. What could the drink be missing now?

"A candy cane." It was like you knew what he was thinking. He watched as you grabbed a mini-sized candy cane from the candy bowl plopping it in the mug. Last but not least you topped it off with the whipped cream, filling it as high as you can. 

"Ta-dah!" You presented with a smile. The sight made him forget why he set out to make the drink in the first place. It was like seeing him mess up warmed your body. 

"So are you going to drink it or?"

"I was getting there, gosh." You rolled your eyes before taking a sip of the hot chocolate. The warm liquid instantly heated your body and the slight peppermint taste made you smile into the cup. 

"This is some good hot cocoa. Want to try?" You asked and Nico couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't because you were excited over your creation, but it was the fact that the whipped cream was all over your lips.

"Yeah, let me get a taste." Before you could hold out the cup for him, he grabbed your face in both of his hands and kissed you with all the passion in the world. Catching you by surprise you were stunned for a second before melting into the kiss. 

As he released he saw your blissed-out face and couldn't help but smirk. "Taste great baby."

[lemonturquoise]

Free Drinks

Rafayel x Reader

The club pulses with upbeat music and flashing lights. A kind of energy that doesn’t quite match your own. Your friends dragged you here, promising a good time, but as they drift off to mingle, you retreat to the side near the counter.

As you sip your drink, a stranger slides another glass toward you with a smooth motion.

“For you,” he says, flashing a smile.

Startled, you look up and meet his gaze. His purple hair stands out even in the dim, colorful lighting, tousled to perfection in a way that screams effortlessly intentional.

“I’m good, no thanks,” you politely reply. You don’t think taking drinks from strangers is a great idea.

He places a hand on his chest in mock offense. “Wow. That hurts. Rejected before I even introduced myself.”

You laugh nervously. “It’s not personal. I just… don’t drink that,” you lie, glancing at the colorful cocktail.

He tilts his head, smirking. “Oh, sure. Clearly, this is the kind of face that would deceive a stranger.” He gestures to himself with exaggerated flair.

You can’t help but crack a smile. “Right. Not suspicious at all.”

“Exactly. Trustworthy is my name. Actually, it’s Rafayel, but close enough.”

“Nice to meet you, Rafayel,” you say, your tone polite but dismissive.

“Likewise, mysterious lady,” he replies with a wink before retreating.

Later, you check on your friends, only to find them engrossed in their usual antics such as flirting, laughing, exchanging numbers. You return to your spot.

Another drink appears in front of you.

“Round two,” Rafayel announces, sliding into the seat next to yours. “This drink has ‘you’ written all over it.”

You stare at the drink, then at him. “I don’t drink that either,” you say, lifting your glass as if it were a shield. “I only drink this.”

“Uh-huh,” he says, arching an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You also ‘don’t drink’ free drinks or talk to handsome strangers?”

You roll your eyes, but let out a laugh “You’re so persistent, aren’t you?”

“Only when I’m intrigued,” he replies, his smirk sharp but not unkind.

Before you can respond, he stands and strolls off, leaving you both annoyed and amused.

As the music shifts to a slower beat, you start to relax. Then, for the third time, a drink appears in front of you— exactly the one you’ve been sipping all night.

Rafayel reappears, looking pleased with himself. His purple hair catches the lights, and his grin is downright infuriating.

“Ta-dah!” he declares like a magician revealing his trick. “Your favorite drink, straight from the bar. No excuses this time.”

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can, he presses a finger to his lips. “Shhh,” he whispers. “Let me have my victory.”

You shake your head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Why, thank you,” he says, sliding into the seat beside you again. “I’m Rafayel—an artist, but it seems I’ve just become a part-time drink fetcher. Only for you, of course.”

You laugh, finally letting your guard down. “Alright, Rafayel. I guess you’ve earned a conversation.”

He smiles triumphantly. “See? Persistence pays off. Now, tell me—what’s your name, and why are you hiding from the crowd?”

As you start to answer, you realize maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

[satorusugurugurl]

Sweet as Honey!

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: picnic

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: food play (honey) oral sex, female receiving, outdoor oral sex!

Word Count: 1,771

A/N: Gojo is making me a charcuterie board before looking honey off your stomach. What more could you ask for?

“You better keep those eyes closed!”

“Toru, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’re the only one who can see through your blindfold. All I see is complete and total darkness at the moment.”

“Still, keep them close, sweetheart.”

A warm Saturday afternoon is a perfect summer morning, and your boyfriend was insistent on taking you out to your shared backyard. He also had been very persistent on you wearing a blindfold and keeping your eyes closed the entire time you headed outside. Satoru had a bit of a habit of doing this when he was excited to show you something he had planned out himself. So, by this point in your three-year relationship, you decided to go along with whatever he said.

“Alright, alright, my eyes are closed.”

You could hear birds chirping and feel the sun's warmth on your skin as Satoru carefully led you through the backyard until he stopped. “Alright, go ahead and take a seat now.” he carefully helped ease you down onto the ground, where you didn’t meet grass but a fluffy blanket. “Alright, and here we go!” Satoru tugged the blindfold off your head before motioning towards the blanket underneath you. “Ta-dah!”

Spread out in front of you was a large charcuterie board. Full of different cheeses, berries, nuts, grapes, and your favorite proteins. And a small jar of honey, with the honey dipper included. A bucket held a bottle of champagne and some cokes, seeing that your boyfriend didn’t drink. Seeing such a spread of treats and snacks made your heart swell.

“Satoru!” You glance at him as he sits on the blanket beside you, handing you a flute of champagne that bubbled and popped. “What's all this for?”

“I just wanted to show my girl how much I loved her!” The shade from the trees above you shielded you from the blazing summer sun, making it a perfect place to lose yourself in the tasty treats your boyfriend had brought.

Satoru smiled warmly, watching you eagerly eat the treats off the board. Seeing how your muscles relaxed and your cheeks flushed, he had succeeded in his plans. Helping you relax and relieving some of the stress that comes with your daily life was something Satoru enjoyed doing. It was similar to how he’d always buy himself some sweet treat after a mission. It left him feeling good, like he had deserved to relax.

And if anyone deserved to relax, it was you.

You were constantly on the move, and it always fell through when you tried to make time for yourself. It was rare that you ever did. If you weren’t going to make the time for yourself, your fantastic boyfriend would. Satoru, I’ve been watching you through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, drowning himself in the expression of your features when a big dribble of honey dripped down onto your chest. The golden liquid slowly slid down your chest, running over the top of your breast that peaked out underneath your sundress. A sight that wasn’t at all sexual, but seeing how the honey glistened your skin had Satoru’s clock twitching in his pants.

“Damn!” you covered your mouth with the back of your hand, l to finish chewing the strawberry in your mouth. “I can never get through a meal without dropping something on my chest.” Swallowing the sweet fruit, you looked around, searching for something to clean yourself up. “Satoru, did you bring any napkins outside?”

“Nope.”

You jumped, feeling his breath tickling your collarbone. He had just been sitting across from you a second ago, and now he was almost on top of you. His breath was hard against your skin as he watched the dribbling drop of the honey trail closer and closer toward your cleavage. You swallowed hard. He stuck his tongue out and slowly lapped the honey off your chest.

“H-Holy fuck, Satoru!” you gasp punt as his pretty pink tongue follows the trail of honey that was left behind on your skin, moving over your chest up to your collarbone, where he nipped and sucked at it.

“Mhmm, you're so good~ super sweet, just the way I like it.”

The honey dipper is snatched from your hand and dipped back into the jar of Amber liquid before Gojo dribbles more honey over your chest—his hand hooks underneath the collar of your yanking down, freeing your breasts. You whimper, falling against the blanket as Satoru towers over here, dipping the honey spoon back into the jar before drizzling honey all over your bare skin.

Something overcomes him; seeing you covered in sweet, sticky honey has his mouth watering as he leans down and kisses over the swells of your breasts. Satoru licked and sucked the honey traces off your nipples while his hands groped and massaged your breasts as he continued trailing his lips down lower, suckling the sticky sweetness off of your body. You shiver and shake underneath him, whimpering as you grab his soft white hair, tugging on it gently as he continues to try kisses down your stomach.

You watch him with half-open eyes as he uses his skilled tongue to clean up the mess he has made over your beautiful skin. Once your skin is spotless to his eyes, he tugs your sundress down off of your body, leaving you in nothing but your panties, which were the next article of clothing to be discarded. Satoru grabs the entire jar of honey, dribbling more on your lower stomach, right on top of your mound, before pouring the rest on top of your thighs.

The thick, cool liquid runs over your heated flesh. It feels so good against your skin, but it is even better when Satoru’s tongue flattens against your stomach, lapping the honey off you like you were his first meal in months. His tongue swirls over your skin, not leaving an inch of you covered in honey. He is not going to stop until you’re completely clean by the use of his tongue and his tongue alone.

“Mhmm fuck you’re so sweet~!” Long, slender fingers force your legs open wide, allowing the honey dribbling slowly down your upper thigh to drip lower, running along the inside of them. “Who knew I would be the one indulging myself with something sweet today.” Satoru looks down at your dripping pussy, framed by your thighs that are covered in succulent honey. “Fuck, your look good enough to fucking eat.” In a flash, your legs are draped over his shoulders as he goes to work, cleaning the mess on your inner thighs. Honey smears against his mouth, strands of white hair sticking to your skin as his cerulean blue eyes focus on you.

“Oh, my fuck—”

Satoru chuckles hungrily, leaving the trial of hickeys on your skin as he pulls your hips closer to his sticky mouth. “Thanks for the meal, sweetheart.” Your hen is thrown back as your boyfriend’s mouth connects with your ripping throbbing cunt.

“Nngh!” You cry out, fisting his hair, grounding yourself as his tongue teases your pretty hard clit, flicking at it, teasing the sensitive bud. “Toru!”

"Sweet girl-" he said, licking up your pussy slowly. His large hands kept your legs spread wide as he moaned.

Your eyes rolled back, and your legs shook gently, your toes starting to curl. "F-Fuck, Y-Your mouth is s-so good Satoru—-You're too good at this~" Satoru chuckled, shrugging a shoulder before burying his face deeper inside your wet pussy.

"I love sweets~ what can I say? You’re my favorite fucking sweet treat in this world, baby." He said before lapping at your pussy with his tongue as a strangled moan cracked through his throat.

“T-Toru!!” You moaned out, your hands tugging at his hair as you watched him devour you. "F-Fuck, you look s-so fucking pretty-!! I-I love it when you’re like this!”

Satoru groaned loudly, eyes narrowing in concentration as he shoved his skilled tongue inside of you. He was groaning happily, licking your inner walls with a happy sigh. You tasted so good. It was like you were his own personal brand of an aphrodisiac. His cock was throbbing hard in his pants as he began grinding against the picnic blanket underneath you. Getting drunk, not with alcohol, but with pretty little moans and the way you writhed underneath him.

“Nngh!” You gasped loudly before a moan ripped through your chest. "O-Oh fuck, T-Toru!!-" Your thighs tensed, feet pressing against his back.

“Mhmm! Mhmm!” He grabbed your hips, pulling you tight against his mouth. Those crystalline eyes bore into yours as he rubbed his nose eagerly against your sensitive clit. “Mm!”

You pulled his hair, crying out as you gushed all over his pretty fucking face; your pussy throbbing around his Satoru’s tongue made his eyes roll as your sweet delectable juices coated his tongue. The way you were shaking as you creamed all over his face had the strongest sorcerer of the modern age shivering as he bucked harder into the blanket, sucking and licking you clean until he stiffened, cumming inside of his boxers with a shuddering whine. His eyes remained on yours the whole time, never once breaking the connection.

As you both came down from your eyes, Gojo began kissing back up your thighs over your stomach before he pressed a kiss against your mouth. His hands gently massaged your hips before he grabbed the flute and handed it to you, allowing you to take a big gulp of the sweet, bubbly liquid down, wetting your too-suddenly dry throat. You couldn’t help but admire the pretty flesh on his cheeks as he looked over your body like you were his one true treasure.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you cupped his cheeks, stroking it gently as your bottom lip with a satisfied sigh. "F-Fuck—you’re so sweet and fucking hot~” Satoru smirked the dimple in his cheek, deepening as he lay next to you, blowing on his nails, rubbing them against his shirt.

“Not only am I the strongest, but I’m also the best boyfriend in the entire world.”

“Mmm, you sure are.” You pressed a kiss against his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Okay maybe this is a known thing and I’m just spouting nonsense or both Idek it’s half one in the morning and I was meant to be getting an early night but YOU GUYS I was just listening to my Soc audiobook and in chapter 18 when Kaz is remembering the coffee shop and the Hertzoon scam we learn that the first trade major trade Jordie and Kaz were privy to and I’m pretty sure Jordie put a little money into was A CHANGE IN THE SUGAR MARKET.

And of all the things Kaz might have been able to manipulate the market for to try and profit off Van Eck’s destruction at the start of crooked kingdom HE CHOSE SUGAR.

The failure of the Sweet Reef job doesn’t only represent, to Kaz, the foolishness at being hoodwinked by Rollins again that he describes as causing such anger within himself whilst at the Van Eck house but also LITERALLY REFLECTS AND PROBABLY SERVES AS A CLEAR CUT REMINDER OF THE HERTZOON SCAM. We know Kaz is a pretty big on poetic justice (see Fillip and the wind up dogs torture/murder, stealing from the bank that was involved in the scam, the use of Alby against Rollins, etc) and I can’t help but wonder if that’s what this was intended to be in his mind, but there’s also the possibility that this wasn’t an active decision he made and only occurred to him afterwards when he saw Rollins and had that strange “sense of doubling” and saw both situations and both failures so clearly reflected and

okay I may have lost my point here I’m very tired idk how to end this um ta-dah and goodnight

[hanchette]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 : ( wind breaker characters )

a/n : SUMMER VACAY IS SO BORING HNGGG, part 2/3 of long fluff scenarios

consist of : fluff, gender neutral reader, established relationship — relationship thingies

𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐈, once he had you in an ambush, he was too giddy to 'kidnap' you, hence nirei had set up a wonderful idea of a café date. "ah, before anything i bought you some food from saboten! ta-dah! i saw that they have some milk bread and uhmm melon bread—also cream puffs! unless you want something savory? hold on i have some-"

you watch him, having fun with how his expression changes from one thing to another.

"oh! here, do you like these?" nirei showed you a few packet before shoving it in the paper bag and pushing the bag over the table onto you. "you can have them!"

"aki-chan, you bought a lot." you took the bag gently from its place on the table, peeking at the many contents, "this will last me for a few days."

"ah! sorry, was it too much?" he clapped his hand in a praying motion, hissing in grimace at himself for maybe being too overboard with his bread giving.

"it's fine, saboten has tasty breads anyway." you nod, taking one out of the bag and giving it to him, "there's many for us to share too."

"ah" he seems at awe as he pictures you, his blush evident, nirei scratches at his nape as he whistled to himself, "ri-right.. you're right, y/n-chan!"

despite being in a relationship with nirei, he has his moments where he does get shy on you, you noticed that it's specifically when you're acting 'like an angel!' he would say.

"i really like this date idea, aki-chan." you compliment, taking in the scene before you, nirei had taken you into a café where he managed to secure a seat on the second floor where the veranda is. the view of the townspeople below is a nice scene before the eyes.

"really? hehe.." he turns pinkish red at that.

this was a hidden gem since it is located at the second floor, not much people inside so the two of you are given privacy, "how did you find this, aki-chan?"

nirei beams, always eager to tell you informations whether it is regarding people or places that he knows and has interest about, "that's because you mentioned a few days ago that you wanted to try something new! so i gathered and asked a few people around if they know a good place and i was pointed this way."

he proudly beams, teeth out as he looks at you in a bright expression, one out of adoration. to think he even remembered your words and took it to heart.

"thank you, aki-chan."

he stiffens, looking at you in owlish wonder before nodding, "to be honest, i still don't know much about you, y/n-san." granted, the relationship between the two of you is still fresh like dews on a meadow after the rain.

"i- the reason i brought you here was for my selfish desire to get to know you more." nirei admits with a genuine passion in his eyes, reaching for your hand, "please, tell me more about you."

and there is nothing in his hand, not the iconic notebook you've seen him, nor the pen, just him, looking at you with hope and affection in his gaze.

he didn't need his stuff. everything about you, nirei would take everything to his heart.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔, "here ya go, y/n-chan." kiryu hands you a console with a smile, his soft melodic voice always calms you down.

"thank you, just so you know, i'm not good at this game." you tell him, settling down on the couch as he hums.

"that is fine, this is just for fun."

kiryu smiles at you, his hand, bigger than yours and rougher—with how much he has fought in the past and still does, "here, this is for your character to maneuver and this is how it attacks," and although he speaks, you are distracted with the close proximity that you both share.

"y/n-chan?"

you felt fingers shift your head, delicate touch of his fingers on your cheek, "you good?" he's ever so patient with you.

"mhmm.. i am."

"heh, but you didn't listen to my explanation, didn't you?" he chuckles, pinching your nose lightly as a tease, "i will tell you again, so focus on me, y/n-chan."

true to his words, kiryu didn't performed in a competitive nature as he usually does when it comes to games, deciding to merely idle and have fun with you—although there are many times in occasion that he goes slip into a range of competitiveness before realizing what he's doing and simply relaxes.

although you are briefly aware of the fact that there were multiple times that he has allowed you to win on purpose.

alright, this is enough, he should take you seriously now! "take me seriously for our next game!"

kiryu blinks, surprise at the sudden demand before he eases into your side, "really? then, loser grants one wish of the winner." he proposes. though kiryu doesn't sport a smug look, he is pretty confident with his skills.

you're almost reluctant to disagree until you had an idea, "alright!"

"don't regret it then, y/n-chan." he chuckles.

and the next game started, kiryu, no longer going easy and in ease now started to maneuver his character in impressive ease. though his expression is stiff, his finger movements are flowing and smooth.

just as he is near the finish line with your character next in line, you smoothly shifted to press a sweet kiss on his cheek.

kiryu's finger movements halted and you took the opportunity to place first in order to win.

"i won! i hit the mark!" you cheered, brightly laughing at your win before you're pulled into kiryu's arms.

"you did not hit the mark." kiryu echoes, his hold on you a bit firm but loose enough to be able to escape. "i did!"

maybe he didn't like the idea of losing with a bet in place, moreover, you did kiss him to surpass him in the game. was there something he really want from you?

"no," his voice is breathy, "you didn't." his face neared yours, lightly pressing his lips against yours.

maybe he is right, you didn't hit the mark, but hey, atleast you still won the game.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎, it took a lot of convincing and trials until sugishita finally relents on letting you touch his hair.

it has been months into your relationship that he finally trusted you to.

now you're sitting behind him while he's slump on the couch, leaning against your thighs while he's situated on the floor, a sour look on his face as he repeatedly switch the channels of the television.

"are you comfy, kyo?" you asked, although you know the answer, sugishita won't do something he doesn't like after all.

although you happen to be an exception, with how he hates tying his hair up, always allowing it to flow freely. sugishita merely nod once to tell you he is indeed comfortable in his position.

"you know kyo, many girls would be jealous of how long your hair is, and the fact that it is in good condition." you hummed, picking through the strands to pull at the slight tangles but it is overall a good look with how once a month, sugishita do get the treated.

"hn." he grunted, "are you?" somehow, there's a smug tone in his question.

too bad you can't see his expression.

"lowkey, yes." you sheepishly admit, reaching to bunch all his hair back as you pull on them slightly, fingers starting to braid them.

sugishita threw his head back unto where your thighs are, "don't." he says, brown eyes staring at you.

there is an awful pause in between, at this point in your relationship, you've become accustomed to listening to him well to know whenever he wants to add in a 'but' in his words.

"your hair is fine."

with his eyes closed, he sighed through his nose, almost huffing as you craned your neck, leaning down to catch his expression only for sugishita to beat you to it.

"pretty." and it's almost so soft that you barely caught it, fortunately, with the close proximity, you have it to thank for.

"really now?"

he didn't want you to doubt his words, sugishita nod his head once in a serious manner.

his actions incite a small giggle to escape your lips, "maybe i should braid your hair always if you're this sweet to me." you tease your poor boyfriend who could only blink at you in reply. his mouth parting and his expression, serious.

"i am sweet."

well, he's not entirely wrong.

𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐀 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐀, "are you sure i am not heavy?" you question, sitting on his back as he does his push up—his back straight and core tight. this has been a usual with the two of you ever since you've entered a relationship with taiga tsugeura himself, a passionate man through and through. while you don't join him in his exercises, you do help him with it, like for instance, you sitting on his back now.

"nope! not one bit!"

"then isn't my help useless??" he asked you to sit on his back so he could use your weight after all, if you weren't heavy enough, then isn't it all for nothing?

taiga paused in his push up, "ah, maybe i could do plank instead then?" his arms tremble a bit as they adjusted into proper position, now finally feeling the strain but you are sure that this still is nothing compared to the amount of exercises he is used with in doing.

you watch him idly, "your back is.. sweaty." you mentioned, feeling how his sweat stick on the skin of the back of your thigh for a bit, even with him wearing a sleeveless tank top—frankly, you've remembered telling him once that it is called a wife beater shirt but taiga didn't liked it one bit.

"sorry about that babe! you can get off if you want to!" there's sheepishness in his tone as he responds to you.

you shook your head, only to realize that he can't see you before replying, "i can help you in another way?"

"oohhhh! a new exercise way?!" he seems pumped up, enthusiastic for your help no matter how small it may be.

"somewhat." you agreed, setting you feet down the wooden boards before walking in front of your boyfriend, taking a face towel that's folded neatly on the side of his bed.

it was a trend that you once saw, especially used in fanfics, hell, maybe you can do it as well, taiga looks up at you, curious but still with that awfully charming smile that you find so precious.

you lay down, slipping underneath his face so you're looking up at him.

"hi."

"hello," taiga smiled, "you're awfully close."

"i am."

you breathe in before softly explaining how it works. "so here's the deal, you can resume your push up and i can wipe them..?"

"but you're close?"

"then there's a kiss as a bonus?" you offer, a sweet smile on your lips, taiga's lips parted, looking at you in a moment of shock.

"woahhh..." was the only word he can say.

"it- it is fine if you don't want to though-" before you can finish it, you feel a small touch on your lips, your view momentarily obscured by the sight of his adams apple bobbing.

"that works for me, yoooshhh!"

safe to say, he has a newfound strength to continue even more just to steal your lips.

[novella-november]

Okay, gardening stuff is done (plus it is way too hot outside for late October, thanks climate change), so, here's a quick tutorial on how to use the Navigator function in Libreoffice to organize your writing :)

Don't have Libreoffice yet?

Download the free, open-source writing processor here! :)

Once you've got Libre opened up, you'll probably be greeted with a generic New Document, like this:

To get the most of out taking notes and references, as well as just generally organizing your story (especially if you have it all in one master document), you'll want to use the Outline / Navigator function!

To get started, go up to the "View" drop down menu from the very top of the document (third option from the left) and in the drop-down menu, go all the way down and select "Navigator" (fourth from the bottom).

.Click it, and ta-dah! You now have your Navigator menu open.

You can re-size it by dragging the right-hand side to show more or less of it at any time, and I think you can move it to elsewhere in the document, but I use it where the default view is, so that's what I'll show here.

At first, it'll be empty:

But that is easy enough to fix!

To learn the ropes, type in a few example sentences in your document on seperate lines labeled 1 through 5.

As you type the first line labeled 1, highlight the sentence, and go to the Styles menu (shown below) and select "Heading 1"

Go head and type the other 4 sentences labeled 2, 3,4, & 5, changing each one's Style to the equivalent Heading (Heading 2, Heading 3, Heading 4, and Heading 5, accordingly)

(To do it more quickly with keyboard shortcuts, you can do CTRL + [Heading Number] to quickly change to a Heading, by doing CTRL+1, CTRL+2, etc)

until your document looks like this:

Notice how your Navigator now has different tiered categories, which you can collapse to hide the lower headings, which will nest together on the Navigator underneath higher level headings.

So, how is this useful?

If you have a document dedicated to Outlining your novel, you can now easily organize and find your information by sorting them by categories and subcategories, like below:

Here's what it looks like when most of the categories are collapsed:

And, of course, when you're writing your story all in one Master Document, being able to easily navigate to different chapters is essential!

Here's an example:

If you need to make notes for editing later, such as:

[Add a description of location here]

[Come up with a fantasy animal here]

[rewrite this scene so its more clear]

[Skipped this scene from writers block, come back and redo]

etc

You can simply add these notes in as Heading 3 (or one-tier lower according to how you're organizing your document) to make it show up as a sub-heading inside the chapter to easily find it again :D

Obviously, 99% of works are going to have Tables of Contents much less chaotic than this example lol:

[gatitties]

HELLO

Can I request an Oneshot of One Piece with a marine teen reader (14 y.o) who is the daughter of Red Hair Shanks after a one-night stand? She was taken in by Garp when she was 11 when her mom didn't wanna take care of her anymore cuz the mom was absent the rest of the reader's life and Garp was the grumpy granddad and trained her into a marine..like 6 feet 4 muscular girl (and everyone is questioning what the hell did Garp feed her with. Then Shanks comes to visit his bio daughter at the hospital after the reader saved Ace from being killed by Akaniu (that one scene where Ace saved Luffy when he leaped in the way to shield his brother from Akainu as the admiral struck cuz she felt bad and went against rules) by pushing both of them away and burning her a bit and now she has huge burn scar in her left side of the body and half her hair is gone and has to add margarine to heal her scar just for a bit and then Garp ordered her that she should not get up the bed until she is fully recovered. Shanks being the dad he is tries to have a convo and help her stand up when the doctors order her to do some exercise to get her body moving again for example:

-move your fingers a bit

-try to stand up

-when you suicide try to take a few steps

-and more margarine when you go to sleep

-do not sleep on your left side cuz will cause your skin a damage

The reader is confused after receiving affection from her own dad, cuz she doesn't know how to receive it back and is very insecure about it Shanks on the other hand doesn't bother at all and comfronts her.

(Also Ace and Luffy come to visit her more often and thank her for saving them and having a small sibling relationship alongside Sabo and Uta)

and the reader is trying her hardest not to cry and Garp is jealous

(sorry if this is long I'm just trying to make it understandable..have a nice day/night!!)

─ Shanks x daughter!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: Your bravery helps you save a person unfairly judged, this whole incident generates a drastic change in your pace of life where it seems that your father is ready to show himself.

─ Warnings: None

You stretched your sore body, letting out a soft moan due to your recent injury, weeks had passed and you still had a hard time moving, but looking back, the pain wasn't that much in comparison to your actions, not being ashamed of your actions against everythingn that you had learned at the marine academy, you were lucky that they considered your actions something of age, since you were young, they let it go with a couple of punishments, they lowered your rank and prohibited you from being on duty for the two following years, but you didn't care much.

Garp was not so happy with that decision, but he couldn't scold you when you had saved his grandson from certain death, he was glad to have welcomed you that day, he couldn't feel anything but proud to see that despite having been strictly instructed to follow established order and law, you had your own thoughts and values.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

If it weren't for the fact that you were hurt badly, Garp probably would have hit you for finding you pacing around the room, you grimaced as you tried to smile, a little afraid of his overwhelming concern.

"The doctors told me that I couldn't stop walking, even if it was difficult, I can't stop moving while I recover, it's not like I was running a marathon tho."

He mumbled a few curses, making you return to the bed, now beginning your arm stretches, which were more painful due to the burn being on the upper part of your body.

"Why are you here? I thought you would come to visit tomorrow."

"Yes, but I have decided to go ahead to give you a surprise" all your attention went to the word 'surprise' with enthusiasm, being the teenager that you were, of course you were more than captivated by whatever the old man had for you "Ta-dah!"

He took a pair of wigs out of a bag, your expression fell slightly since you expected something else, but that didn't take away your enthusiasm, the attack that Akainu made on Ace in that battle left more wounds than you thought, and the fire spread faster than you thought, you lost some hair and sometimes you felt helpless without hair covering some parts of your face.

"Thank you… you didn't have to do it, and I could have waited until tomorrow anyway, why the rush?"

Now it was Garp's turn to sweat as he looked at you, he didn't want to admit it, but since Shanks saved you in battle and visited you more constantly, he felt a little jealous, although your father was unaware of your existence until relatively recently, proposing to take care of you and be present in your life from now on, it was Garp who raised and guided you all these years, plus he preferred not to meet Shanks at this time.

You were just confused, you always thought that your father had simply abandoned you, that he didn't want to know anything about your existence like your mother, and suddenly he is by your side showering you with affection and gifts. You took cautious steps with all that sudden affection, Garp wasn't a bad tutor, but his way of showing love was sometimes… brutal, your father's soft hugs were definitely something better than grandfather's crushing ones.

"Hey hey, grandpa is here too, Hello, Hello! We brought a lot of food to help you recover faster."

"Idiot, people don't have the same metabolism as you, besides…" Ace, who was entering through the door with Luffy, took the banana that was for you out of his hand, he was trying to devour it "What's the point of bringing food for someone if you are going to eat it?!"

"What are you two doing here? You are in one of the marine hospitals."

"We are not just two, look good old man!"

Sabo smiled at his grandfather, who remained silent for a few minutes, before bursting out with a furious scream, even though Garp was not going to tell on them, he couldn't help but give them one of his love fists, it had been a long time since he had seen the three gathered in the same place. You laughed at the scene, you never saw Ace, Luffy or Sabo, you only knew anecdotes that Garp shared with you, but you definitely didn't regret having saved Ace, being judged for being the son of the pirate king was absurd, it's not like he had chosen it, you felt even better when you found out that you were the daughter of the infamous yonko Shanks, since you would have probably been put on the gallows if you weren't part of the marines for the same reason as Ace.

The silent room soon filled with life once the trio entered, breaking into the peaceful time Garp wanted to spend with you, as if the commotion of his three grandchildren crammed into your bed while ranting about their adventures wasn't enough, the door opened suddenly, revealing the person who was missing to spill the old man's glass of patience.

"Looks like I'm a little late, sorry, I had to knock out some marines to get in."

The first thing he did was push the three idiots away from your bed, then he left the bouquet of flowers that he brought to decorate your sad room and finally he kissed your forehead as a greeting, not used to this gesture you simply looked down, squeezing your blanket that covered your legs.

"How are you feeling? Are you taking your medication? Have you put the cream on the burn? Have you done your daily stretches?"

You felt even more dizzy when he bombarded you with questions than when you were talking to the other three idiots even though they were much louder, you nodded silently, smiling slightly at him, he returned the gesture with a wider smile, although it was quickly wiped away when Luffy attacked him, climbing onto his back like a monkey while laughing almost causing them both to fall to the ground.

As much as you wanted to join their little fight, which Ace and Sabo joined in on, with your current state you would have to hold back just watching while Garp tried to silence them or he would have to kick them all out of here, if it could happen he would grow more gray hairs.

You felt warm watching everyone interact, in the short time you had spent with them, you managed to create a great bond, even with Uta, who couldn't be present most of the time but who you also considered part of the family.

Things calmed down a couple of hours later, leaving only the two adults and you in a pleasant silence after all the commotion those three had caused, it was time to leave, but before, Shanks approached you, holding your hand, making small circles with his thumb on your skin.

"I know this is a bit sudden and that maybe you don't trust me… but would you like to travel with me, discovering new horizons?"

Your eyes shone with excitement when you heard him, your heart warmed, you didn't dislike the job as a marine, but an opportunity like this… it would make you feel much freer than in headquarters, it would make you feel like you didn't need to worry about so many things at such a young age.

"Don't put stupid ideas in your daughter's head! She's a good marine and she's just a teenager, she'll go far when she's a woman!"

"Woah, calm down old man, she can choose for herself, besides, I'm not asking her to be a pirate, I have to start taking care of my responsibilities as a father and I won't be able to do it if she stays here."

"You know very well that she will sentence her destiny once they see her traveling with you, her entire future as a marine…"

Garp fumed from his ears, feeling how all the work and effort he had put into educating you and guiding you on the right path was crumbling before his eyes. Shanks only stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner, making a mark of irritation appear on Garp's forehead.

"Like I said, she chooses."

The two looked at you with different emotions reflected in their eyes, although they could already imagine what you were going to respond after seeing your look of determination and enthusiasm worthy of a child receiving Christmas gifts, without being able to hold back, you sealed a large part of your future with your decision, but you didn't care much if you were a pirate or a marine as long as you kept your beloved and unexpected family.

[the-cloudy-dreamer]

“And here we are! Mister Gadling if I may introduce you to the owner of this estate, Lord Morpheus Endelas?'' The portrait of a severe looking man hangs at the top of the staircase, with an ornate golden frame. It is the only thing occupying that wall. 

It looks lonely. 

“Lord Morpheus? So, if he is the owner of this estate, why is his sister the one rushing to sell it? Where is he?” Hob asks, confused.  

“Nobody really knows. He was quite the renowned painter at the time but went missing at the peak of his career months after his only son died in a tragic accident,” Mister Edwards explains. 

Hob’s heart clenches in sympathy, as if to lose one’s child seems horrible enough, but to be expected to carry on after such a loss seems unthinkable to him.

“Hold on, missing? Missing implies that he is still out there! Doesn't he get a say in what happens to his state? He could come back and rightfully unleash his wrath upon us for going through with this! Sir, you have to understand that if I am to take up this job offer I need to know I’m not risking my entire career and reputation over it.”

He feels perplexed “Wasn't anyone else concerned about this? How is picking apart a missing man’s home and selling all his worldly possessions to the highest bidder even considered acceptable? What was the Endelas family even thinking? The man lost his only child, surely he just needed some time away?” It didn't seem unreasonable to Hob. 

He didn’t like it. Something about this felt wrong.

“It is believed even by his own remaining family, that Lord Endelas killed himself. Saying he is missing is the polite way to not address the fact that no body was ever found! Even before his son’s death he was infamous for his melancholic moods and tendencies towards neglecting himself to the point of damaging his own health significantly. So I’m hardly asking you to do anything immoral here! You are a good man Mister Gadling, and if the thought of taking this job distresses you so much I will accept that and find someone else to do it, but Lady Endelas wants this to be done sooner rather than later and I think you are the best choice for it.”

Hob turns his attention back to the portrait and contemplates for a moment.

He truly did look lonely up there.

“I will give you my answer tomorrow morning, Mister Edwards,” he concludes. 

“That’s all I ask for Mister Gadling, for you to consider it. Thank you.” Edwards inclines his head and promptly turns around, heading back downstairs.

Hob looks helplessly at the portrait of Lord Morpheus, already knowing he will take the job come morning. 

Damn him and his bleeding heart.

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Ta-dah! illustration that's part of my gothic romance dreamling AU for @dreamlingnation spooky event !! the prompt that inspired this was "cursed painting" the comic pages for the ficlet above are already in the works so stay tuned for that and more!

special thanks to @academicblorbo for helping me edit this, you are the best friend!