#so much love and passion and creativity to be around and be inspired by

[wraithsoutlaws]

you know i had a fun little vp idea i wanted to do for the cyberpunk anniversary but i haven't had the energy to even touch it recently so i'll just settle with saying that this game impacted me in ways i never thought it would when i first picked it up 3 years ago. i knew i would enjoy it, i had been looking forward to it for a long time, and despite a ~controversial~ launch, i had a fucking blast from day 1 (on ps4 no less). regardless of bugs and memes and public dunking, the story grabbed me like nothing else could at the time, and it reignited so much of my passion and motivation for art that i had lost in the clutches of mental illness and i'll always be grateful for that. it introduced me to so many wonderful people (some whom i carry very close to my heart), and maybe most personally surprising, it gave me an outlet to understand parts of myself that i had been too afraid to acknowledge for a long time, the courage to accept and embrace myself as non-binary, and allow myself to just BE without trying to convince myself i'm crazy. that's not what i expected from the get-go but it's been a really fun journey to be on ngl

[lovelytsunoda]

give me a kiss (or three) // lando norris

summary: matching clothes shouldn't turn lando on this much.

pairing: lando norris x female reader

warnings: smut, the worst description I have ever written, it’s a lil bit cringe. lando has a nickname for his dick, and a box of flavoured condoms in his bedside drawer. lowkey inspired by an audio posted by the wonderful @2-fast-2-curious. (I took a lot of creative liberties and added a ton of things, but the base idea is still there), there's more laughter than sex in here my dudes-

seeing lando norris wrapped up in the soft pink bedspread should not have warmed her heart the way that it did.

she had slipped out of the bed and ducked across the hallway to use the bathroom, and when she came back, her chest seized at the sight of her lover, his arms wrapped around the massive section of duvet that she was previously buried under.

she never thought she'd see the day, and she never thought she could feel this way about someone who felt the same way back.

she slowly began to dress, careful not to make any noise in the small bedroom. not only would she prefer not to wake her roommates, lando himself was a light sleeper and he needed to be well rested before they went to visit her parents that afternoon.

"sweetheart?" lando mumbled, messy-haired and groggy as he began to surface from underneath the duvet. "its so early, what are you doing awake?"

"i have to run to tescos, and then i have boxing at ten." she smiled softly, tightening the strap on her lacy bralette. "i wanted to let you sleep in. you'll need all your energy for the drive later."

lando snorted, sitting up straight, his curls matted by sleep and sticking to his skin. "there's no way you're wearing a bra that nice to your boxing class."

"i'll change when i get there." she chuckled, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

the blankets shifted with the movement, falling away from lando's thighs to where his royal blue boxers hugged his skin. the man looked down, and then over to the matching set his girlfriend was wearing before he let out a laugh.

"what's so funny?"

"your bra matches my underwear." lando snickered. "we match. a perfect pair."

she couldn't help but join in with her lovers laughter and mirth, looping her arm's around his neck with a chortle. his skin was warmed against hers, which had rapidly cooled since she had emerged from her blanket huddle and into the winter air that filled her home.

"you're so cringe." she giggled, standing between his legs, the slight shade of difference between their underclothes making her smile.

he was right. they were almost a perfect pair.

"cringe? you think i'm cringe?" lando feigned hurt, squeezing her sides playfully. he kissed her deeply, nipping at her bottom lip as his hands roamed her lower body.

the kiss was passionate, yet playful, smiles evident on both of their faces (even when lando slipped his tongue into her mouth, earning a surprised shout).

"not as cringe as the time-" she stopped midsentence, whining as lando ran his tongue along the sweet spot on her neck before diving back in to kiss her. "you wore the monoply boxers."

"i thought 'wanna go to jail" was a great line!"

"yeah, for a fifteen year old boy!"

"it still worked, didn't it?" lando laughed, grabbing at her thighs to roll them over.

the duvet was soft and pillowy around her, bunched up just enoough around her that it narrowed her field of vision. all that existed in that moment was her and lando.

just the way she liked it. she loved it when they were silly like this, playful and sexy at the same time. an experience that felt so uniquely like the two of them and their love, and ensured that they never got tired of being intimate with each other.

"am i still cringe when i've got your wrists pinned to the bed?" lando smirked, his body a comfortable weight against hers, her wrists cradled against the goose down.

"i dunno." she smiled arching upwards to press her lips against his. "why don't we find out?"

lando grinned at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "i like the way you think, but don't you have to go to boxing?"

"they won't miss me. i'm there three times a week as it is." she smiled, snaking one bare leg around his.

lando's touch was as familiar as her afternoon stretching routine. every brush of his fingertips against her skin made her feel powerful, like she could do anything. his lips were comfortable and warm against hers, yet new and exciting every time. lando's grip on her wrists let up, and she buried her fingers in his curls, tugging softly.

"fuck, babe. i love it when you do that." he moaned, lips dancing over the material of her bralette, tonguing at her peaked nipples.

"i know." she hummed, breath hitching. "oh, i love it when you do that."

"that's my girl." lando hummed, reverence in his eyes and a serene expression on his face as he continued to kiss across her collarbone, throughout the valley between her breasts. "you want my fingers, baby? want me to make you feel good?"

“please.” she keened, arching into him.

landos calloused fingers danced across her thigh, over the cluster of freckles that used to make her feel so insecure but he so dearly loved, reaching for the damp spot on her panties. his touch was feather light, running up and down her slit, barely applying any pressure at all.

“lando.” she breathed, making a show of spreading her legs wider for him.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl.” he hummed, tugging her panties to the side before dipping two fingers in with a moan. “all this for me? you’re so wet, love.”

“only for you.” she moaned, breath hitching as she dug her fingernails into landos shoulder blades, his tongue darting out to lick the sweat off her neck. “oh, baby.”

“such a good girl for me, taking my fingers so well.” he praised, using his free hand to guide her face towards his.

lando kissed her deeply, her hands moving to clutch his hair as his fingers fucked her deeper. every inch of her body was on fire with desire, pleasure pooling in her stomach, her lovers hard cock pressing against her stomach while he finger-fucked her to high heaven.

“oh my god, lando, fuck, I think I’m gonna-“

she didn’t have time to finish that thought before lando pulled his fingers out abruptly, making a show out of licking them off as she whined impatiently at her ruined orgasm.

“what the fuck, dude!”

lando just laughed, kissing her forehead. “payback, sweetheart. you called me cringe, so you don’t get to come.”

“fuck you.”

“I beleive you’re trying to.”

the room went awkwardly silent, so much so that you could hear a pin drop. and then, all at once, they both burst out laughing. the kind of laughter that makes your eyes water, your stomach start to hurt. Lando was laughing so hard that he dropped back onto the bed, bare chest heaving as he looked up at the ceiling.

“why the fuck did I say that?” he cackled.

“I don’t know!” she laughed back. “if it helps, I thought it was cute, and it really made me want to suck your dick.”

“yes, actually. that does help.” landos eyes brightened as she shifted his position, sliding his boxers down his legs. “little lando has missed your pretty face.”

“little lando? god I hate that you have a nickname for your penis.”

“we’ll, if you’re going to insult him like that-“

“shut up.” she breathed, kissing him with a smile. “do we have any of those flavoured condoms left?”

lando grinned. “watermelon or fruit punch?”

she slipped off the bed, foot tangling with the flat sheet as she crouched in front of the bedside table, digging through the drawer for the small red box, searching for the elusive fruit punch condom.

she had never been a fan of giving head. there was something about it that had always just icked her out, but lando made her want to try. she wanted to expand her horizons with him, not for him. it took a lot of trial and error, but they found a way: flavoured condoms. this way, it was more enjoyable for her as well as him. it was akin to a warm ice lolly, rather than a body part.

she deftly ripped the packaging open, sliding the rubber shield onto landos cock. she positioned herself between his legs, taking a few deep breaths before taking his cock in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue up and down the shaft.

“oh my god!” lando moaned, resisting the urge to buck his hips. getting blown was always a treat for him, considering that y/n didn’t enjoy it all the time, finding it more stressful than it was worth. but every time she did it, he was reminded just how incredible she was at it.

it was a treat, one that he would savour until the end of time.

he bit his lip to stifle a moan, dropping his hand to the back of her head. he was big in her mouth, weighty against her tongue. she closed her eyes, sucking gently.

“god, you’re so perfect.” lando whined, rubbing reassuring circles with his thumb on the side of her head. “taking me like such a good girl.”

she opened her eyes, chancing a look at the love of her life. she moaned at the sight of his rippling abs, body contorted in pleasure.

all because of her. she did that.

“fucking hell, honey. I think I’m gonna blow.”

lando came with a howl, hips stuttering as he came inside the condom sheath. she slipped off his cock quickly, leaving a trail of saliva behind as she made her way up his body to press a soft kiss to landos lips. using a handful of tissues, he slipped the condom off, balling it up and tossing it in the wastebasket. his breathing was heavy, but he was raring to go for more.

“sit on my cock, babe. ride me, please. I need it.”

she smiled, kissing him again. “now who’s the needy one?”

“shut up. do you want to come on my dick or not?” he joked, tickling her sides.

she playfully pushed him against the headboard before rooting around for another condom (a normal one, this time). she pressed the foil packet into lando's hand before getting to her feet and sliding off her soaked panties. she moved to take off her bra as well, but lando grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"keep it on, gorgeous."

and how could she argue when he was giving her puppy dog eyes?

she sunk down slowly, dramatically playing up her actions with some hair-fluffing and boob-primping. lando laughed underneath her, the sound distracting her from the sting as he stretched her out with his cock.

she shifted slowly at first, moving her hips in slow, torturous circles, biting her lip to stop a moan. her lover groaned, looking up at her with lust and reverence in his eyes.

"comfy?" he quipped, hands gently moving to grip her backside.

"very." she smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

lando wasted no time in guiding her movements, lifting her up and down on his cock like it was no effort at all. her fingernails dug into his shoulders, small pants coming out in quick breaths as she bounced on his length.

"oh my god, lando." she whined. "you feel so good. so good, baby."

"that's my girl." lando hummed, dotting kisses along her collarbone, his hands grabbing fistfuls of her ass. "only i get to see you like this, make you feel this good." he growled "and you're doing so so well for me, love."

if lando were to explain what having sex with his girlfriend was like in two words, he'd probably say coming home. she was his safe haven. they fit together like a glove, always seemed to know what the other needed without saying a word. and if they spent more time laughing than actually having sex, or fi their sex was goofier than it was seductive? that didn't matter to him. all that mattered was that they spent that time together.

just two people in love, showing the other just how much.

every bit of praise made her skin break out in goosebumps. she could feel herself dripping onto lando's thighs, but she didn't care. she just wanted to be close to him. as close as physically possible. she arched inwards, leaning against his chest for support as lando stopped moving her hips, instead thrusting his up rapidly to meet hers, a strangled moan escaping her throat.

"that's it, princess. you don't need to do any of the work. lando's got you." he cooed, pressing kisses to her sweaty forehead, whispering words of praise in between moans and grunts. animalistic sounds that just turned her on even more, pleasure reverberating throughout her body.

her slender fingers came up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently. lando moaned softly, angelically, his head tilted backwards and his eyes closed. it was a heavenly sight as he leaned down to sew her lips to his, walls beginning to contract against his cock.

"fuck, lando, go faster. i'm so close, baby." she whined, feeling him pick up the pace, hugging her body closer. she matched his movements, circling her hips and reaching a hand towards her clit.

"you coming, baby? you gonna come all over my thick, hard dick?" lando crooned. "touching yourself for me? getting yourself off on my cock."

"lando, please." she breathed, fingers rapidly moving against her swollen bud. she could feel herself getting closer, the band in her stomach getting tighter. "make me come."

he kissed her hard, thrusting deeper, the room echoing with the sounds of his skin slapping against hers, his guttural moans as his head fell back against the pillows. she could feel him release into the condom, his dick shuddering inside her, the latex getting warmer as it filled.

that was enough to trigger her own release, her juices pouring out of her, running down lando's shaft and dripping onto his thighs. she came with a cry of his name, bracing her hands against the headboard. her limbs felt like jelly as she tried to ease herself off him.

"easy does it." lando spoke softly, his voice raspy (as it usually was after sex), his touch gentle as he eased her down onto the bed. "remember to breathe, there's still water on the nightstand from last night. finish the glass, darling." he kissed her forehead softly before stripping himself of the condom and wiping her legs up with a handful of tissues. "come here."

she smiled, placing the now-empty ikea glass on the nightstand before curling up against him, wrapping her naked limbs over his, pulling the flat sheet over their bodies.

"this was a much better workout than boxing." she smiled, resting her head on his chest. "you're more fun than the coach is."

"i should hope so. i need to give you a reason to keep me around." lando joked, kissing her forehead. "i love you, my darling darling girl."

"i love you too, my handsome boy." she smiled, leaning up to kiss him, trailing a hand across his face as they kissed softly.

"by the way, this doesn't absolve you of driving to my mum's later. and yes, we're still going."

"god damn it! she always sends home with so much crap, i can't fit it all in the mclaren!"

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@magnummagnussen @httpiastri @libraryofloveletters @diorleclerc @thatsdemko @scuderiamh @twinkodium @sidcrosbyspuck @cartierre @lorarri @userlando

[8housevenus]

sun sign & your charm

aries sun - you are charming in your assertion to your passions. you have such strong sense of direction and you reek of ambition. your ability to go after your hustles is admirable by others. you exude a natural confidence in your mannerisms. you appear almost as if you have no fears. people find you reliable and often look to you to get something done, they know you make a way out of no way. you are overcomers and overachievers. you have a striking aura and others can see that you know exactly what you want, your intentions are always visible because you express your heart's desires with no intent of backing down. good at holding your own and standing up for yourself as well as others. your charm can be intimidating, but respectable, nonetheless.

taurus sun - you are charming in your mannerisms, the way you put so much time and effort into your physical appearance is admirable. you take care of your wellbeing and your physicality. well-kept and tidy, you are a creative heart and pick up on your environment pretty well. it's easy for others to feel close to you or comfortable around you. very receptive and grounded; you are a visionary but also a realist. people often think you have more than you do, you convey a rich and clean energy about you. your politeness takes you a long way through life.

gemini sun - your charm stems from your words. it's what you say and how you say it that makes others feel so connected to you. you are slick, quick-minded, and find it easier to talk to anybody. your ability to improvise is admirable, you seem very comfortable in your expressions, and you learn something new from others while they learn something from you at the same time. the way you are able to be so loose and intelligent, you are very blessed with being able to go from rational and serious to fun and sarcastic. you are very good at mirroring qualities and finding ways to illuminate yours in your environment.

cancer sun - your charm stems from your vulnerability. your ability to analyze situations, pick up on others' emotions, and create a comfortable space to others is very admirable. you find ease in expressing your feelings and it is a very likable quality about you. you can relate to anybody and empathize very well. good at listening to others and articulating difficult feelings into words. you tend to be more private as an individual, but you don't mind stepping outside of your zone when somebody needs a shoulder to cry on or lay their head to laugh with. your familiarity to others generates warmth and ease.

leo sun - your charm comes from your inner-light, whenever you are doing what you love, you have a brightness that exudes from you. people love to see you happy, because you uplift others in the same sense. you have a youthful energy that helps you alleviate your emotional levels. the night is always so young with you, and as long as you're in the same vicinity as everyone else, they're able to get hype. you are good at building an experience for yourself and others, bringing attention naturally is one of your best qualities. you seem raw, self-made, and egotistical in a very commendable way. the way you put yourself first, others take a lot of inspiration from it.

virgo sun - you are charming from your discipline. you seem super put together, orderly, and resilient. the way you have a calm and collected demeanor is well-liked. your style is more modest, and you are liked for your honesty & cooperation. others can always ask you for your honest opinion and you can always tell it how it is. you're witty, friendly, and value order in your life. others can see that you are goal oriented and stay busy. not only that, but you are very giving in your environment. you can do workloads, and still feel like you can contribute more. people really admire all that you can do for yourself.

libra sun - your charm comes from your magnetic demeanor and aesthetic. your sense of individuality is very polarizing. you are a catch to many people who you come across. your fixations in your personal hobbies are admirable, and you maintain yourself very well. your need for order and balance is obvious, as you love to hyper fixate on appearing perfect sometimes. people like that you are vigilant to your physical appearance, always keeping a polished image. others take inspiration from your niches.

scorpio sun - your charm stems from your intensity. your willingness to trust your adrenaline rushes to bring you to the finish line, you are private and powerful in an admirable way. others can just look you in the eye and feel like there's a mystery that needs to be uncovered about you. being unknown and confident is what others find charming about you, many secret admirers, yet you probably already know this. strong-minded and analytical, you have an impeccable emotional drive.

sagittarius sun - you are charming from your optimism. the way you naturally get lucky in so many departments, others find very amusing about you. you try new things without many attachments and love growing in new areas. straightforward and honest, you are wise and seek new forms of abundance. you love to change and others find it very respectable about you. you take risks and accept failures much better than most, which is what ultimately helps you get back on your feet again. you can alleviate and humor situations, very lighthearted and easy to like by others.

capricorn sun - your charm comes from your success. from a young age, you have always been seen as successful or conquerors of struggle. you have a serious and more resilient mannerism about you; however it is respectable by others because you navigate life with the intention of elevating to bigger levels. others feel like you are set for life. your mental agility to think things through and evaluate what others want from you is a strong quality that represents you. you're reliable, premeditated, and structured-well. others admire your approach to any form of work and how prompt you are to finish endeavors compared to anybody else.

aquarius sun - you are charming from your differences. others see you as a gamechanger in humanity, you bring new shifts and ideas to the table. your ability to change the dynamics of your environment is admirable about you, you are able to break free from patterns and cycles much easier than others. you have strong individuality and have a good understanding of life and other aspects of it. the way you can really affect the trajectory of long-lasting traditions is commendable. people like you because you always aim for the betterment of others and yourself.

pisces sun - you're charming in your knowledge. you accumulate so much just from your intuition and interactions. others find you very needed in their environment, because you bring a sense of knowing that not even, they can grasp. you are naturals in your art and understanding your psyche. others admire how trustable you are and your diplomacy to the spaces you enter. the way you can base your decisions off of just your feelings is more powerful than you think, it is a gift that you can back yourself better than others. you are fueled by creativity and imagination; other people love your wishful thinking and your mediative energy.

[hyunebunx]

💝 with jisung 🤭

˖˙ ᰋ ── 💝- 'a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard'

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: manaa <33 i hope you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it <3 thank you sm for requesting!

It wasn’t a rare occurrence to drop by and find your boyfriend creating, brainstorming for another song while strumming his guitar or tapping a pen on the table to the rhythm created in his head. Inspiration struck at the oddest of times, not giving him a break no matter how spent or exhausted he was. And you had to understand – when the creative juices were flowing and he was in the zone, nothing and absolutely nobody mattered until he finished the song.

You find yourself in his room, sitting across from each other on the floor as you’re listening to your boyfriend go on and on about this new idea of his, strumming random chords on his guitar as he struggled to find a note he was satisfied with.

His fluffy brown hair bounces everywhere as he talks, glasses dropping a little too low on the bridge of his nose as he hasn’t raised his head from the instrument since you came in, half an hour ago.

“I’ve had this melody stuck in my head since yesterday but I can’t seem to get it out.” He hums, in hopes you might recognize it or help him somehow. He’s out of luck because truth be told, you stopped listening ten minutes ago.

You loved his creativity and passion but sometimes, like right now, you just needed his love and affection and Jisung has been too busy to notice.

“How about a snack?” You ask, standing up to which your joints thank you joyfully.

Jisung mumbles a quick ‘yes’, granting you his attention for a split second before he’s back to his guitar, hunched over in concentration.

The house is empty except for you two, with Jisung’s roommate, Minho, away on a family trip. You’d never thought you’d miss his loud and over the top laughter but now, when your boyfriend was barely paying you any attention, its absence pains you. You never realized how lively Minho kept things around here – you need to show your appreciation when he returns.

You linger longer than necessary in the kitchen, preparing snacks and drinks for the both of you before shuffling back to Jisung’s room, thankful the door was left ajar with how full your hands have gotten.

The moment you step inside, Jisung’s head snaps up with the most endearing smile stretched across his face, glasses a little bit crooked. “Baby! I got it! Hear me out, please!”

His happiness lights up the room in such a way that almost blinds you, his smile contagious and making it hard to resist the urge to smother him with your love. Jisung has never given you a warning, for if you got one, you might’ve prepared yourself better before falling head over heels in love with him. Though, you can never prepare for these things. Love sneaks up on you the moment it finds an opening, when your guard is down and the last thing you expect is being hit by cupid’s arrow, right in the heart.

Looking back, you don’t think you ever stood a chance. You were doomed from the start, when Han Jisung walked in the room you were in, a few years ago, laughing loudly with the previously mentioned roommate. Your heart has been his ever since, the sound reeling it in and never releasing it.

He’s babbling on, excited, as you set the plates down on his dresses, making your way towards him with a newfound purpose. When you lean down to get his attention, he tilts his head up with a dazzling smile, still talking and oh so unsuspecting of your next move.

Without warning, you peck his lips, causing the words to die on his tongue as he freezes, reflexively kissing back the second time your lips meet even if his brain hasn’t caught up yet.

“Sorry,” you whisper against his lips, his mouth agape in surprise as you stare right into his hazy eyes, “you looked too adorable, I couldn’t help myself.”

The loud sound of the guitar tumbling out of his grasp startles you, and you look down in concern while Jisung doesn’t even seem to notice, too enthralled to care. Your kisses always had that effect on him, and he’s sure they’ll continue to do so no matter how many years pass. You had him wrapped around your little finger after all, the victim of the spell your love cast on him the moment he set eyes on you.

“Ji?” You shake his shoulder lightly before crouching down to return his guitar. “The song, baby?”

“What song?” Is the first thing he manages to let out, clearing his throat as he finally comes to.

You giggle, and that’s all it takes Jisung to set the guitar aside and pull you to him by your waist, cushioning your fall as you collapse onto him before his lips are on yours again, kissing you passionately.

For a moment there, he forgot his own name. How was he supposed to remember whatever song he came up with when you used your evil powers to steal all of his attention? Though, he supposes you can’t steal something that’s always been rightfully yours…

[mothking-rising]

Got a rude response from someone I reblogged from so I'm making my own post about Ice Flight because um--

Hey Ice Flight can be pretty cool actually and be different from the rest of the flights, and this post is gonna be my two cents about it. I've seen people go around just summing it up as "cops" when just like every other Flight they can be so much more?

While first, I do agree that Ice’s aesthetic is kinda weak as is. Not a lot you can do with the same winter themes over and over with the occasional broken chain motif. I’d love to see people get creative to what they think Ice represents and how they contribute to Sornieth’s systems, cultures, and dragons as a whole.

I see ice flight specializing in stuff like collection and cataloguing as iirc before the map update it said those were things Ice Flight likes. I think where Earth is Uncovering What Was, Ice is about Preserving What Is.

They’re not entirely just cops (and even then stripping them to just the role of "cop" is a bad take). They’re also researchers of the things they fear, and of relics that need studying. In my head Ice would probably have the best museums, archives, and storage houses. What better way to preserve or trap something than in ice?

They’re a flight of Order, not so much in the sense of cops and law but a flight that bulks when there’s a sense of disorder or chaos, disorganization, and imperfection. If it’s uncategorized, unsorted, then it needs to be so in order to be learned. Where Lightning is stats and progression, Ice is pattern recognition (Tundra’s memory being linked to their smell may also reflect this) and tradition (Gaolers role system and lack of awareness about the state of Sornieth and not just the Ice Fields).

This can be extended then into interests, individual home cultures, businesses and what not. Why not start a collection of rocks? Or insects? They’d know best how to preserve it. Need something specific from the shop? Probably very easy to find if you know the qualities and traits you’re looking for. Need something preserved for safe keeping? They’ll do that, and they’ll do it awfully well. Perfectly. The systems have to be perfect. The line up has to be perfect and up-kept and looked after intensely— possibly so intense it’s evolving into passion. There can certainly be a sense of pride.

Combine with the lore that Ice is typically more hostile to outsiders due to their melting home I can see them being much more traditional and closed off. Not quite isolated, but having a more unique culture that’s a little more closed off from others and not quite as shared, trying to preserve what is left of their home and traditions.

What about urban legends and superstition? They’re guarding creatures and horrors in those prisons, surely the local resident dragons have folklore over that? What about fishing and hunting, two very popular ways to get food or supplies in climates like these? Where are the ice fisherman skins or hunters bound in furs? What about the fauna or flora found in the region we can probably make skins for that too.

Existential horror can also be fun; remember, relatively recently Gaolers learned that Sornieth has changed. Dragons of other flights have other magic not native to their elements and in addition the age old threat of Shade that seems to be making new problems for new times.

We have a flight literally dealing first hand with monsters and horrors existing already on the planet and in its own prisons and fighting against it, yet people relegate that to Arcane. 😔 Unlike Arcane, the unknown is already here in Ice.

You could easily take inspiration from the movie The Thing, too. It writes itself ngl.

Theres much to do and think about with Ice when you remember this is a region with its own people and culture and not just an aesthetic, and I’d like to see it dabbled in more. Even if it’s just headcanon, you can make it into a skin. That’s what people have done with Light with the whole angelic themes, so why not take creative spins on ice too?

Give ice some headcanon love like y’all do with Arcane and Light. Those flights aren’t about eldritch horror or angels but there’s endless skins for them about it. Give ice some of that same ole love too 💕

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Let’s look at some myths and facts about drag queens:

Myth: “Drag queen” is a gender identity.

Fact: Drag is a performance art. 

Let’s go into some detail here: “Drag queen” is a role you play, for example as a form of entertainment or as an expression of your creativity. A gender identity on the other hand is intrinsic and enduring, it’s about who you are in your mind and heart (For example: a trans woman doesn’t “play” a woman, she IS a woman). So, drag and gender identity are two separate things - although we also need to add a little disclaimer here that gender identity is wonderfully complex and highly individual and not always so easily defined. So while drag is usually separate from gender identity, there can be overlap! 

Myth: All drag queens are gay cis men.  

Fact: Drag is an inclusive art form. Many drag queens are gay cis men, but not all. Drag performers can have any sexual orientation and gender identity - including transgender or non-binary. See that part about “overlap” above! 

Myth: There’s only one type of drag.  

Fact: Drag is incredibly diverse and has many different styles. Drag queens may also blend different types to create their own unique persona. Some examples: Pageant drag focuses on glamour and beauty (drawing inspiration from traditional beauty pageants). Camp drag leans into humor and exaggeration (celebrating the “so bad it's good” aesthetic). Alternative drag experiments with unconventional or avant-garde looks (breaking norms to challenge mainstream beauty standards). Club kid drag is known for its bold, futuristic looks (inspired by the nightlife scenes of the 80s and 90s). 

Myth: Drag is inherently sexual.  

Fact: Any art form can potentially be done in a sexual way but that doesn’t mean art is an inherently sexual thing. So, while some drag performances may include adult humor or themes (if they’re advertised for an adult audience), many other shows are family-friendly and focus on comedy, storytelling, or artistry. A drag event advertised as a family event will not be sexual. (It’s really just a common sense thing: You don’t expect kids movies to be sexual, just because adult movies also exist). 

Myth: Drag has only been around for a few years.  

Fact: Drag has a long history, dating back centuries. Men and women have cross-dressed in theater since at least the time of Shakespeare, and modern drag has roots in the ballroom culture of the 20th century. It definitely didn’t randomly spring up in the 2020s. 

Myth: Drag queens make fun of women.  

Fact: It’s more the opposite. Drag is a tribute to femininity and celebrates aspects of female identity and fashion. While some drag may use exaggerated features for humor, it’s usually done with admiration and respect, not as mockery. If it mocks something, it’s usually things like extreme beauty standards, gender stereotypes etc. 

Myth: All drag queens are famous and rich.  It’s easy money. 

Fact: The majority of drag performers are local artists who put a lot of time, effort, and money into their craft without making much. Only a small fraction gain fame or wealth, most do it out of passion.

Myth: Drag isn’t important for the lgbt+ movement. A ban on drag doesn’t really affect the community.  

Fact: Drag historically has been (and still is) an essential part of the lgbt+ movement, creating a visible platform for self-expression and providing a safe space where people can explore their identities. Drag performers have often led the way in activism, supporting many causes from HIV/AIDS awareness to transgender rights. A ban on drag doesn’t just limit artistic freedom - it threatens to silence a key part of queer culture and history. It also sets a dangerous precedent that can lead to further restrictions on our rights, marking the start of a slippery slope toward broader discrimination.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[kleine-joost]

Whine & Dine 18+ MDNI

Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

a/n: this too me way too long to write!! i tried to make it smutty but i just can't help writing cute fluff :)

WARNINGS: joost being a MUNCH, reader is AFAB, uuuhhh smoking?, there's a 'good girl' in there too

You’d always loved the process of getting ready for a first date. Choosing the perfect outfit, making sure your hair looked effortless, yet tamed, and the shot of liquid courage right before you stepped out the door, oftentimes it was more enjoyable than the actual dates you went on.

Either the guy couldn’t hold a conversation to save his life, or he forgot to mention one tiny detail like he was still living with his ex, or he’d make a comment about how you weren’t afraid to eat in front of a man. Your love life was a long string of red flags and ghostings. But you always persevered.

Tonight felt like a good night for you; you had a pep in your step and you were feeling confident. The guy seemed nice enough in the short conversations you’d had on the dating app where you matched. He was one of those sensitive, creative types, and he looked just gorgeous in his photos.

The restaurant you were meeting at was only a short walk from your apartment, so you made it there with plenty of time to spare.

You’d never been, but you must’ve walked past it a hundred times. The place always gave off vibes that were just a bit too cool for you, with its ornate lettered sign and rooftop bar open every weekend in the summer that blasted lo-fi beats that echoed through the streets.

Walking in, you were shocked at how cold it was inside. You felt goosebumps prick up all over and a shiver went down your spine. The room was quite loud, the sound of knives and forks clattering on plates and lively chatter disoriented you for a second–or maybe that was the tequila shot finally kicking in.

You saw the golden hair at the bar just by the entrance. A flash of excitement jumped through you as you approached. 

“Joost?” You asked tentatively, partly to not frighten him and partly to soften the blow if you’d picked out the wrong person at the bar.

He turned around and you got a good look at his face in the glinted orange light of the restaurant, highlighted with blue neon that shone over the bar. He looked…different in three dimensions. Seeing him properly had you smile, as he smiled back at and stood to give you a polite, short hug.

“You’re early!” He laughed. Oh, his laugh.

You chuckled. “You can’t talk!”

“I like to be prepared!” He feigned offence.

You let out a giggle, the kind of giggle normally only saved for when young girls talk to their schoolyard crush–you weren’t quite sure how you conjured it.

You were relieved when the conversation flowed so easily over dinner. You talked about friends and films and your teenage years. You’d learnt Joost was a musician–he was actually doing quite well for himself on that front–and though his songs didn’t really seem like your scene, you made a mental note to listen to a couple at least, he was so passionate when he was talking about his music influences growing up, it sparked inspiration for you to branch out.

You both finished your meals and they’d been taken away by a very sleep-deprived looking busboy…but you just didn’t want the night to end. And you felt like you’d gotten to know Joost well, but you didn’t know him that well. What would he think about you if you wanted to keep the night going?

You dwelled on the thought as you paid–well he paid, much to your protests– and both made your way onto the street outside. The sun had gone down now and streetlamps let off a soft aura every ten feet down the road.

Joost immediately took a cigarette packet out of the pocket of his jeans and placed one between his lips–lips that you had stared at far too much during the evening–before holding out the packet to you with raised eyebrows, silently asking if you wanted one. You grabbed the box and took one out, along with the bright green, plastic lighter in the packet as well. You tried to light it a couple times, but the spark on the lighter wouldn’t catch. Joost saw you struggling. 

“Sorry, it’s a bit old, you have to shake it a bit before you light it,” he said with the unlit cigarette still between his lips and his hands stuffed into his pockets.

You shook it a few times and tried it again…and nothing.

“Here…” He took a step towards you and grabbed the lighter, shaking it a few times and lighting it immediately. He held the flame to the end of your cigarette. “I’ve got the magic touch.”

You both stood on the pavement outside the still-bustling restaurant in a comfortable silence. Between drags on your cigarette, you snuck looks at him leaning against a small planter across from you, he always managed to catch you looking.

“So, uh, did you drive here?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Walked, just live down the way…” You pointed to your right, to the direction of your apartment building. 

“Nice, nice…” He trailed off.

“Um,” you stuttered out, getting his attention again. “Would you mind…walking me home? If it’s not too much trouble, it’s just that it’s dark and…”

“Sure,” he said, cutting you off with a smile.

You breathed a sigh of relief. You were always very street smart, and you were pretty good at picking up on if someone was dodgy or not. There was just something about Joost that made you trust him, he seemed very honest, and you saw how his hands shook when you first met; you knew he was just as nervous as you.

As you walked, you continued to chat–just smalltalk mostly, he was telling a story about his friends from school. His face lit up when he spoke about the things he loved, you could tell he had so much passion about music and his friends and art. 

You didn’t notice that along the walk, you both slowly started to drift towards each other, not until your fingers lightly brushed against each other. Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand, fingers firmly intertwined with yours. And he never even faltered in conversation, but you saw his smile as you held onto him–a smile you returned.

Eventually you made it to the front of your building. As you slowed your heart hurt just a bit that the night was coming to an end.

You both stood in silence for a moment, you’d let go of his hand now and your palm was much too cold.

“Well…” You started. “I should…”

Joost nodded. If you weren’t so wrapped up in your melancholy you would’ve noticed the same look of sadness in his eyes.

“This was really fun though,” you continued. “We should do this again sometime.”

He smiled, you could for sure get used to that smile. “Yeah, I’ll text you when I’m free so we can get a drink somewhere or something.”

“Sounds good,” you grinned back at him, another moment of silence. “Get home safe.”

He nodded, then leant forward with his arms open. This hug was…stronger than the quick, polite one in the restaurant, you were truly engulfed in him this time, you could smell the cologne he was wearing; something warm and homely, but not like the kind that smelt like food, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it exactly though.

You didn’t want to let go, locking your hands around his waist. You couldn’t say how long you both stood in that embrace, it was like time stopped as you were taken up by him. You turned your head to look at him, he was looking at you.

Without too much thought to convince you against it, you closed the gap between your faces.

His lips were softer than you thought they would be, and his mustache didn’t tickle your face like you assumed it would have. Joost deepened the kiss, placing a gentle hand on the side of your neck. He was being so gentle, like you could’ve shattered under his touch. But you were hungry, you wished it would last forever, getting totally and utterly lost in him.

Once you had pulled away for a proper breath your bodies separated, you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“I should get going,” he said, breaking the silence.

You nodded. “Good night, Joost.”

“‘Night.”

You began to walk towards your building, a smile on your face that you couldn’t even try to hide. You entered the code to get in the front door and opened it, looking back to where Joost was standing. He wasn’t making any effort to walk away, he was just standing, watching you with a smile much like yours.

In a moment of unfound confidence you spoke, not even registering what you were saying as it left your lips. “Would you like to come up for a drink?”

It was a loaded question, you knew it and he knew it. But the aching between your legs wouldn’t let you get embarrassed by your forwardness.

He silently followed you into the building, grabbing your hand that held the heavy, tinted glass door for him as he stepped over the precipice. No words were shared as you waited for the elevator; his warm hand spoke enough, lightly tracing the end of his thumb over the back of your hand.

The elevator was empty apart from you two, and it seemed almost to halt to a stop as it slowly chugged up to the seventh floor where your quaint one bedroom apartment was. You leant against the cool metal wall opposite the doors, Joost was doing the same next to you.

There was an air of…anticipation surrounding you, mixed with excitement, and a little apprehensiveness. You looked at Joost, this was one of the first times you’d looked at him when he wasn’t looking at you, you could truly look at him now, really perceive him. You noticed the bags under his eyes, and how the colour of his eyebrows transitioned from a deep gold to almost pure white. He told you over dinner that he was bullied in school for the way he looked, and you could understand why–kids are cruel–but he looked perfect to you.

He caught you staring out the corner of his eye, he smirked at you. You let out a low chuckle as heat rose to your cheeks when he turned to look at you.

“You look nice,” you said in a low whisper.

“Nice?” He feigned confusion.

“Like you look kind, that sort of nice,” you continued. “Also you just…have a nice face.”

He showed off a proud smile.

Your apartment was warm, you’d left a window cracked open and the August air crept its way in over the course of the evening. Joost watched as you hung up your jacket by the door, pulled off your boots and dropped your keys on your small, cluttered dining table. He wasn’t sure what to do–or even how to stand–as you stepped into your tiny kitchen and opened the fridge.

“I have…some orange wine, but it’s not very good, or I have pear juice.” You looked up at him, fidgeting in his spot near the front door. “You can hang up your jacket, take off your shoes if you like.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, then slipped his sneakers off and took off his jacket. For the first time you saw all his tattoos, his arms were littered with little scrawled drawings. You wondered if each of them had a meaning, you would love to hear the stories behind them all. “Uh, I’ll have some pear juice.”

You sprung to action, grabbing two mis-matched glasses from your cabinet and pouring the juice into each of them. Joost followed you as you carefully stepped towards your sofa–so you didn’t spill any of the sticky juice onto your floor.

“Your place is nice,” he commented once you were both comfortably sitting on the sofa–at a distance.

“Thanks…” You looked around at the white walls that were decorated with framed posters of a couple of your favourite films. “It’s good for now.”

“It’s a home…” There was a look of melancholy in Joost’s eyes, it made you wonder. “I travel a lot, so I’m not really home a lot.”

You nodded, taking a sip.

“I can see you in here though, it’s-uh-it’s very you,” he continued, a small smile on his lips.

Something about Joost seeing you in your home–your haven–made you smile. He’d been so attentive over dinner, and it made you happy to think he was listening to you, understanding you.

“You’re very sweet,” you said after a short moment of silence. You’d noticed that silence was comfortable with Joost, you didn’t feel the painful urge to have to fill every second with a new question or an unrelated story. Conversation just felt so natural with him.

He turned away, pressing his face into his shoulder at that. You saw his cheeks redden. Part of you loved how the smallest compliment made his blush so much, you hoped you’d be able to give him more, deeper compliments just to see what he would do.

You were feeling brave. You placed your glass of the coffee table and slithered towards him on the sofa, placing a light hand on his knee. His skin was hot. He looked back towards you as you grabbed the glass from his hand and placed it next to yours.

“Is this okay?” You asked in a low voice.

Joost didn’t reply, just placing a gentle hand on the side of your neck and leaning forward to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t like your sweet, goodnight kiss outside, there was a subtext to it. You quickly opened your lips, letting your tongues meet. He pulled you closer so your chests were pressed together. You skin felt too hot, you were sweating even as a breeze blew in through the open window next to you.

You parted, quickly pulling your blouse over your head in hopes you’ll cool off. You saw Joost’s eyes widen, looking down at your body. His mouth was immediately back on yours, wet and messy as your hand returned to his knee before slowly inching further and further up his thigh. You pressed your fingertips into his flesh, getting a low moan from him.

He began to press kisses down your neck, settling just below your collarbone. You felt his teeth over the soft skin, and the pressure of him sucking. No doubt there’d be a bruise there later.

“Joost,” you slowly whispered.

“Hmm?” He replied, placing more wet kisses over your chest.

You had to think before you spoke, you could barely string a sentence together with how bothered his wandering hands were making you. “C-can you…”

“Tell me, baby.”

“I want you to eat me out.” You pulled his face off your chest to look you in the eyes. “Please.”

He smirked, pressing your shoulders back until you were laying on the sofa. He quickly peeled your jeans off your hips and down your legs, discarding them on the floor before leaning down to place a gentle kiss at your belly button, then a little lower, and a little lower again. 

Once he finally mouthed over your clothed pussy, you were so lightheaded you could barely think straight.

He slowly pulled your panties down your legs, seeing just how much you were dripping. He couldn’t hide the smile plastered across his face at the thought of you so hot and bothered by him.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, lowering his face to your pussy and placing a light kiss to your clit.

You were so sensitive, you instantly cowered away from his touch. But he grabbed your hips to hold you in place. It felt like the room went cold, with goosebumps raising all over your skin.

You noticed that Joost was watching you, just for a second, though he just looked back to your core once he realised you’d caught him staring. He dove in.

You would’ve thought he hadn’t had dinner with how…passionate he was. He wasn’t letting up, listening to every direction you gave him; ‘lower’ or ‘more fingers’, and a ‘don’t stop’.

Before you knew it, you felt weightless as he drew you into orgasm. It wasn’t like when you did it yourself, you finally understood all those cheesy romance novels talking about seeing stars, because you had a whole galaxy in your eyes.

It took you a few minutes to come down from the high. Joost helped you through it, bringing you back down to Earth with gentle rubs over your hips and a ‘good girl’ thrown in for good measure.

Once you finally caught your breath, you spoke. “I don’t do this all the time, by the way.”

“Do what?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“This.” You gestured to, well, your still-naked body on your couch. You would’ve been feeling self conscious if you didn’t just have one of the best orgasms of your life. “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut or anything.”

He laughed. “Leifje, if you’re a slut, I am too.”

His laugh brightened the room, it eased you. 

“Well, we haven’t gotten to you yet, have we?”

xxx

[thefandomsfervent]

JayVik x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 22) - Cobalt Blue

Ft. Lovey Dovey Jayce perspective, reader stupid yearning, and a visit from Mel <3

Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.

As much as daily chapters were fun to do, not feasible with my current work schedule. It may move to 2-4 days between releases now. stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3

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Jayce had woken up first, light filtering in through the sheer curtains and thinly slatted blinds. It is bright, almost white in the darkness of the room. The day had to be farther along than it usually was when he awoke, but they had no meetings today. No need to be up early. No real reason to go to the lab right away. So he watches the beams tinged yellow dancing on the blankets covering him and Viktor. He watches as the lines move with each slow breath from his partner. Savoring this moment.

A different tiredness fills him this morning. Muscles not aching by any means but loose from exertion. Viktor’s neck and shoulders littered in lovebites. All that could be hidden by their regulated attire, a kindness that Viktor did not listen to when marking Jayce. Harsh nips from the night before were caught on Jayce’s ears and jaw, welts he was sure would be visible on his throat too. In all their time together Jayce didn’t take Viktor to be so… passionate in his bedroom endeavors. After months of dancing around each other, carefully crossing and redefining boundaries, of pushing and pushing and pushing it took your arrival and your questions to get them here. Jayce could kiss you for that fact alone had he and Viktor not already planned on doing that and much more. 

Jayce lets his hand trace Viktor’s face, fingers trailing lightly over the features you called royal. That nose, his lips, Viktor’s jaw, his thick brows. As his finger tips graze each part Jayce recalls every kiss he’s placed there. Thinks about what he loves most about Viktor. Intelligence, his resolve, his snark. His hands, his voice. Thinks about those golden amber eyes that follow his every movement, how Viktor only shows him parts that no one else gets to see. A possessive gnawing at the back of his neck that makes Jayce want to wake Viktor up now and continue their night. But he doesn’t, thoughts straying to you. 

Because Viktor also shares some of those parts with you. It was what got them here in the first place. Maybe one day they would have finally acted on their not-so-hidden desires. Him and Viktor were drawn to each other like magnets, it would have happened eventually. Yet your arrival was a catalyst. Being observed meant being aware of their observable behaviors. Made them think through their actions more, at least for Jayce it did. And it made him consider things that he had let the rush of Hextech sweep away. The lingering hands and teasing words that he and Viktor had shared, nights of arguing and soothing that became heated in many ways without crossing the lines they refused to define. And that first day in your studio, where he had seen Viktor look at you the way that he himself knew he had looked at Viktor. Soft smile, adoring eyes, relaxed shoulders. A look he rarely caught Viktor giving him because Viktor kept his walls high. Always on alert. 

Realizing that through Viktor’s affection for you that Jayce also had grown to want you by his side. He had admired your drive to work, your creativity, and your passion. All things that he knew that three of you had in common. Jayce knew for certain that after your first week there he wanted to be friends with you at the very least. Proximity was one hell of a drug for fostering any kind of relationship. Something he had to rely on with every aspect of his life. Making a life for himself, for his mother, after his father’s death meant that there was no time for frivolous friendships. Even if he craved them. Even if he desperately wanted to be close to people. But there was the forge, the family business, there was the Academy, there was always something that required his time and his focus. Here in Piltover where he had become entrenched in its way of life it always confused him how people acted. It was difficult to navigate the Academy where people kept their distance to protect their work, where one became set against the world until they needed something. 

Then there was Viktor. There was Mel. There was you. All three of you he had wanted something with. Friendship certainly, but there was also a need for this deeper connection. To know. To really know a person. Jayce’s hand stills, at some point he had moved to those tousled locks and he pulled it away to rub his own face. A soft grumble bubbles up from Viktor at the loss. 

“Jayce?” Oh how his heart swells. How it beats faster at that tired voice. 

“I’m here V.” He can hear the grogginess tinging his own words. A hum is the only acknowledgement he gets from Viktor before he feels that lithe body pull away. Cool air billowing in where the covers are lifted, poofing up the blue blanket. Viktor’s movements are slow and uncalculated, hair flattened on one side and a fluffy mess on the other. That bed head that Jayce could never grow tired of. His back unveiled and Jayce can’t help but sit forward too. Wrapping his arms around Viktor’s waist, pressing his chest to his back, wanting the morning moment to last just a little longer. Another hum, one that Jayce can feel the vibrations of when Viktor leans his head back into the crook of Jayce’s shoulder. Nosing into Jayce’s neck before pulling away. 

“What time is it?” Viktor’s question hangs in the air briefly as he starts to get up. And with that Jayce had to concede to the passage of time, had to let Viktor go because it is definitely later than he would be happy with. But the promise of tonight, of tomorrow, of more time together wherever they go soothes the small hurt. 

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You’d been at the lab for a couple hours. Usually one of them would have been here by now. “A late night,” you think to yourself while painting, “the coffee is definitely cold now.” As were the pastries and breakfast meats you had brought. It wasn’t the first time they had taken their time getting to the lab. But you had grown used to the unofficial schedule that the three of you had stuck to. Although, it did mean that you wouldn’t have to deal with all those feelings they had stirred up yesterday. Seeing them right away might’ve honestly set you farther behind. Who needs to deal with intimacy issues and guilt when you can throw yourself into your work? Work that was of their lab. In their lab. With them. In the work. 

You huff. Work that needs to be done. Your own personal issues aside, there was a job to do. You can look past your feelings for them to do this. Their relationship with each other, with you, won’t make doing this any easier or harder. You just needed to be objective, observational. So what if you noticed the glittering adoration in their eyes or the way their shoulders relaxed around each other. All you had to do was paint that. No need to get involved past the nice and easy friendship you had fostered together. The tell-tale signs of the door opening pulls you from the canvas before you. You hate it, the way that you can feel yourself turn before thinking. The way your chest tightens. Excited to see them. Because you’d been waiting. 

The door scrapes along the floor and when it pushes open you’re greeted with a familiar face. But not faces. Councilor Medarda is who comes into the lab. You try to bite back the immediate disappointment. And the shame that follows. “Waiting for them like a dog, ready to wag your tail.”

“Mel, it’s good to see you! Viktor and Jayce aren’t in yet.” 

“As I can see. Left you on your lonesome today?” Her graceful steps keep an even time on the floor. Cla-clacking against the tiles as she walks towards you. “Oh if she only knew.” 

“Easier for me to work without them anyway,” You don’t even mean to say it. The frustration of your morning making its way out in words that weren’t meant for the audience that received them. She quirks a brow as she sits, a smile lifting up one side of her full lips. You continue to try and save face, “because it’s hard for me to focus. I mean, it’s hard to paint someone one when they’re right there. I. I don’t want them to not like it?” Mel settles by your station before she speaks, taking in your obvious attempts to hide your panic.

“Ofcourse,” is all she gives you. And then a slight chuckle when your shoulders slump in defeat. You were behaving like a love-sick student, a child, not a grown adult meant to work for a living. “They are fond of you. It’s been quite the interesting thing to watch develop.” This time it’s you who looks to her with a question on your face. “Surely you are aware.”

“Aware of what?” You don’t even have time to speak the words before the door pushes open a second time. Mel and you both turn to see Jayce and Viktor walk into the room. Viktor was moving slowly, but still with a pep in his step. And Jayce smiles at the both of you when he trails behind. His collar barely popped in a poor attempt at hiding… hickeys? Lovebites. You give them both a wave hello before facing your painting. “I am aware.” 

Mel hums in response, mirth still present when she takes in the men. “Good morning you two.” 

A polite “Councilor” from Viktor, and returned “Good morning” from Jayce. 

“I was just checking with y/n about schedules. There’s an upcoming gala that is supposed to be for young inventors such as yourself. Could be good if you made an appearance.” 

“Wha-?” You didn’t know about their schedules for things like that, much less that there was a gala. It takes a second for you to catch on that she’s providing a conversation. “What day is it again?” It earns you a soft tap from her well-manicured hand. The jewelry she always wears clinking softly with the movement. She lets her hand rest on your shoulder. 

“A month or so from today, I’m sure you boys can expect an invitation soon. Wanted to give you ample time to set up something to show.” Mel stands, her hand bracing against you. A gentle squeeze as she leaves to move across the lab. 

“Ample time?” Viktor turns to face her, annoyance already coiling in that throat. Jayce is pressing a hand against Viktor’s back before he speaks. Eyes following where she walked to the door. 

“What exactly should we be showing? The travel prototype is nowhere near public-eye ready yet.” He does a better job at keeping his voice kind and even. Although his posture is rigid.

“You’ve done more with less time before. Afraid of a challenge?” Her words are directed to them, but her gaze is on you. Eyes twinkling when she steps into the hall. 

“A month is barely enough time for a proto-type. Why do they always think that our work appears in the blink of an eye?” Viktor’s disgruntled huffing and Jayce’s soothing words fill the lab while you think. Too many smart and cunning pretty people around. Too many confusing thoughts and feelings to keep track of. Frustration starts bubbling in your gut as you hear the two men talking. Mutterings of alloys and delivery times, materials and work hours. In one ear and out the other, breathing while you try to cool yourself. There was work to be done. Pastries to share. 

“You’ll need brain power to get through whatever this weird deadline is.” You gesture to the food and drinks on the table nearby, regretting how closely you had set it up to your station. Jayce wanders over, looking at the meager selection. His charming grin thrown your way as thanks. Viktor himself grabs his coffee first, patting your chair as he walks by. 

“You take such good care of us broučku.” 

It was going to be a long day.

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Can you do the Venus composite charts signs ? (: you explain these so well!!

Composite Chart (Venus signs)

Composite charts help us understand our relationships more as it sets the midpoint of two people’s individual charts. You can find out yours and your partner’s here: https://astro-charts.com/tools/new/composite/

Venus in a Composite Chart

Venus in a composite chart tells us how you two connect on emotional, romantic, and value levels. It can also tell us what you guys love to bond over/talk about and the challenges you may face. Disclaimer: these are generalized descriptions and some other planets/aspects may influence your chart. If you want a personalized reading of a composite chart, book a reading with me!

Venus in Aries

“I feel so much sparks when I’m with you”

You both bring out a sense of adventure and enthusiasm in one another. You express your love boldly and spontaneously. You may bond over physical activities, partying, or generally just activities that keep you both excited. There’s a certain passion between you two. Alternatively, challenges may revolve around wanting to keep stability in your relationship. There could be a lot of impulsiveness that affects one or both of you.

Venus in Taurus

“I just want to cuddle with you all day”

When together, there is an automatic feeling of comfort and loyalty. You don’t mind being sensual towards one another and it’s one of the things you bond over. Physical affection and shared pleasures, like food or gardening, may be a common topic or date activities. Stability is one of your strongest suits, however, being too complacent, co-dependent, and resistance to change are potential challenges.

Venus in Gemini

“Let’s do everything we’ve always wanted to do”

Mental simulation is the game! You both love activities where your wit and curiosity are at play. You both value communication, variety, and social activities. You may be fond of taking lessons together that pique your interests and bond over talking/even gossiping sometimes. Both of you may know each other’s secrets and just things that not a lot of people know about you two. This is great for friends but may be a challenge to lovers when emotional depth is lacking.

Venus in Cancer

“I want to take care of you”

There is a deep emotional connection between you two that is undeniable. You may pick up on each other’s moods easily and you may find that both of you value home and family a little more than others. You inspire each other to focus on emotional matters and help navigate through it together. Because this is a water placement, emotions and moods may be unpredictable and may lead to relationship instability.

Venus in Leo

“Everyone loves us”

Warmth, self-expression, and grand gestures are common themes in this relationship. You both love being loved and love showing how much you love each other and it matters that people know how much you love each other. You value activities that express and develop your creativity and you confide in each other about your own ideas. Leo is a fire sign and so it is fierce through expression. Watch out for pride and jealousy taking over and not to be so soaked up in what other people have to say about your relationship.

Venus in Virgo

“You make my life so much easier”

You both value service, a sense of order, and privacy. You may find that doing volunteer work or finishing tasks together is particularly fulfilling for both of you. You love helping each other, through big and small tasks and you like checking up on each other within the day. There’s a certain practical and analytical vibe in your conversations. Avoid over-criticism or perfectionism in the relationship.

Venus in Libra

“I love who I am when I’m with you”

You both love to talk about your relationship and how it affects both of you. You find ways to take care of your relationship because you understand the value it has on your life. You like doing activities that help you both grow and strengthen your bond. If you live together, you most likely invest in making your home a peaceful and aesthetically pleasing one. Alternatively, you may find that you both have the tendency to be indecisive or avoid difficult conversations just to keep the peace.

Venus in Scorpio

“This is getting intense”

Deep intimacy and deep understanding are found with each other. You both know it’s not just surface level between you two and there’s a deep connection you two have. You value loyalty and a sense of devotion from each other. Because you both understand each other on a deeper level than most people, you rely so much on each other’s insights, actions, and opinions, whether you like it or not. Avoid possessiveness, jealousy, and power struggles.

Venus in Sagittarius

“I have the best of times with you”

You both want the freedom, the traveling, and the exploration. Topics about philosophical interests and adventures may be common. You like planning short and long trips together. Simultaneously, you both love being independent while knowing you have each other to talk to and spend time with. Growing independently and as a couple is something you both highly value so if things feel off-track at some point in the relationship, it could feel like parting ways. Watch out for a feeling of restlessness or commitment issues. 

Venus in Capricorn

“Let’s reach our goals together”

There is a practical and goal-oriented feeling in this relationship. There’s a feeling of responsibility towards each other and towards your individual goals. You value tradition and material wealth. You both aim to create something long lasting and stable. You take each other seriously and feel a sense of commitment towards each other. This is a very good placement for co-workers too. Watch out for emotional detachment or too much focus on work than romance.

Venus in Aquarius

“We are not like them, we won’t be like them”

There’s a feeling of wanting to be different than other couples or wanting to do things your way. You both are interested in going above/challenging the status quo. You may have untraditional ways or rules set to maintain the relationship, either way, this is something you both may find enjoyable. You value individuality and freedom, while having unique experiences together. You both have developed a friendship that helped building the foundation of the relationship. Challenges may include preferring to keep things light, struggles with emotional intimacy or commitment.

Venus in Pisces

“You are everything I have ever dreamed of”

So dreamy, compassionate, and surreal. It’s like a fantasy-like romance you didn’t know you needed. There is a deep emotional connection, like only two understand and trust each other that deeply. You like talking about devotion, service, spirituality, creativity, and compassion, and also like doing activities that touch on these topics. You may feel like you can talk about almost anything under the sun and even above with this person. At times it feels like you feel so much for each other, so avoid being too subjective/drowning too much in the feelzies. ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷ ✷

This is JUST THE SURFACE and are very general. If you’d like a more in-depth and customized reading for you and your partner, book a reading with me! read more about astrology and my work here.

[hakkkuu]

Hiii pretty omg i love you’re writing you are so creative and talented 💖. I have been unable to stop wondering abt first kisses with riize. What do u think it’d be like?

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚RIIZE : First Kiss˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Shotaro

You and Shotaro had been best friends for years, always joking around and sharing your dreams. One evening, you found yourselves under a canopy of stars during a quiet walk. As you both laughed over an inside joke, he suddenly grew quiet, his cheeks flushing.

"I… uh… have something I've been wanting to do," he stammered, his gaze shifting between you and the sky. Before you could ask, he leaned in, gently brushing his lips against yours. It was sweet and shy, with his hands fidgeting nervously even as he smiled after. "I hope that was okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Eunseok

Eunseok had an aura of quiet confidence that always left you a little flustered. One evening, after a particularly long practice session, he invited you to sit by the practice room window, watching the city lights together.

"You’ve been my inspiration lately," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. He turned to you, his gaze intense but warm. Without hesitation, he leaned in, his kiss slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second. When he pulled away, he smiled softly. "I think I’m even more inspired now."

Sungchan

Sungchan was always the one who made you feel special, whether it was through playful teasing or thoughtful gestures. After an exciting day at the amusement park, you found yourselves at the top of the Ferris wheel, the lights of the city twinkling below.

"You’ve got something here," he said, reaching out to brush an imaginary speck off your cheek. The playful glint in his eye softened as he held your gaze. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a kiss that made your heart race. When the ride ended, he grinned, "Best part of the day, hands down."

Wonbin

Wonbin was your partner in crime, always dragging you into adventures and mischief. After a day of exploring hidden trails, you both ended up sitting on a hill overlooking the sunset. As the sky turned shades of pink and orange, he nudged you playfully.

"You know, you’re kinda stealing my view," he joked, his eyes fixed on you instead of the sunset. Before you could retort, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was playful yet deeply heartfelt. Pulling back, he grinned, "Guess I don’t mind the distraction."

Seunghan

Seunghan had always been a romantic at heart, writing little notes or surprising you with flowers. One rainy afternoon, he pulled you into a quiet bookstore to escape the weather. Among the rows of novels, he turned to you with a soft smile.

"Do you ever feel like some moments are straight out of a romance story?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours with a mix of nervousness and passion. The rain outside became a distant sound as the warmth of his kiss enveloped you both.

Sohee

Sohee had a knack for making ordinary moments feel magical. One lazy afternoon, as you were both sprawled out on the floor of his living room, he suddenly turned to you with a mischievous grin.

"Do you ever wonder how some things just feel… right?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. Before you could answer, he closed the space between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was tender yet full of unspoken emotions. When he pulled back, he chuckled, "Yeah, this feels pretty right."

Anton

Anton had always been the mysterious one, keeping his emotions close to the chest. That’s why it surprised you when he invited you to a quiet café after hours, just the two of you. As you sipped your drinks, the conversation drifted from casual topics to the deeper things you loved about each other.

When you admitted how much he meant to you, he smirked, leaning closer across the table. "You know I’ve been waiting for you to say that," he teased. Then, with deliberate confidence, he tilted your chin up, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both electric and tender. His hand lingered on yours, grounding you in the moment.

[helsensm]

Can’t remember what was the premise for this and I’m too lazy to make a decent comic out of it, so just have this poorly digitalized railao doodle I found in my sketchbook, y’all can add any context you want~

I posted some Kung Lao and mk1 Kung Jin headcanons earlier, so now I think I’ll drop railao thoughts too. Nothing too crazy - I prefer to read/hear about other’s hc more than to think about them myself afgHjHh

- Raiden fell first, but Kung Lao fell harder.

- Lao did confess first tho. After the mk1 events and some chill time together they both realized that they can't stand being separated and stressed about the other’s safety.

- They used to have these red-string “lucky bracelets” when they were kids but stopped wearing them in middle school (prob lost them or because it wasn’t “cool” anymore hah). Later, after mk1 when they officially started dating, they got a pair of matching ones, as a substitute for the wedding rings. 😊 (now go find all of them on my railao art 👀)

- Right now (mk1 and right after) Raiden’s hair is longer than Lao’s, but Lao is growing his hair out so in the future he’ll be rocking that one long-ass braid we all love. 🥰 Also he has no idea how to style hair besides the ponytail and a simple braid, so sometimes Raiden will do his hair for him as soon as it grows long enough.

- Since childhood Raiden collects cool rocks he found around the village and sometimes he gives them to Lao. I suspect that Raiden is a penguin.

- When Lao noticed that the flower petals have a strange tendency to follow him everywhere, he began collecting them and leaving in various places, including Raiden’s home and school desk. After they got together, the petals would follow Raiden on their own volition every time the two are separated. 🌸

- Lao began to pierce his ears right after the school graduation and Raiden thinks he looks cool, but he did only one piercing per ear for himself much later. Although I'm starting to dig Novice’s idea that he can’t wear them because of his lightning powers. 🤔

- Raiden calls Kung Lao just “Lao” or “my Lao” (but not in a “professional setting”, like on missions or in front of people who are not considered their friends). Kung Lao loves giving Raiden cheesy nicknames.

- Lao is so passionate in his affection, he’s borderline aggressive, he kisses and hugs like it’s their last time. Raiden is more sensual and a fan of prolonged physical touch, like holding hands for the whole day.

- Kung Lao is a professional shit talker and yapper, Raiden just nods and listens. He remembers everything tho, even if it’s something ridiculous that Lao himself will forget after five minutes.

- Lao actually can cook at a reasonable level. I also think he’s very creative and resourceful and can make a decent meal from a limited number of ingredients.

- A relatively new follow-up hc inspired by this tt and personal experience discussion with D3rpy: Kung Lao eats like a vacuum cleaner and can’t stand people wasting food because when he was a kid his family had a rough few years when they could barely afford enough food. And although things have changed for the better, it’s a habit now, he’s like a stray animal - you can’t waste food when you don’t know when you’ll eat next. Also this is when he got closer to Raiden’s family, hanging out in his house more often.

[mariaace]

Love languages (Wind Breaker guys)

A/n: MORE WIND BREAKER!!i love this anime sm

@semisutopia @transmascaraa @kajibunny (very sorry if you didn't want to be tagged, i just assumed you would like to see this😢)

Btw inspiration for this from @un0rin and her love language hc's for bllk guys. (go check them out😠i mean pls do) Now enjoy reading!

Warnings:i think none?

Genre: Pure fluff

Pairings: Sakura, Suo, Umemiya, Kiryu, Kaji

Sweet things he does as your bf

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Sakura Haruka

Does Sakura have any idea what love languages are? Absolutely not. Still for giving, his is definitely act of service and quality time. He likes being with you all the time, even tho he would never admit it. While he's with you, he can actually relax and not have his guard up. Act of service comes out more naturally in him than he would like it. Don't get me wrong, he would do anything for you, but the problem is that he doesn't even realise when he's doing it. He doesn't realise how when you said you wanted a sertain boba he was already at the shop, he doesn't realise how when you said you like Suo's earrings he was asking him from where they are. And every time he realises, he blushes like crazy. For receiving he would prefer physical touch and words of affirmation. As much as he wouldn't admit it. He loves your touch and your compliments. Usually, he doesn't accept those things from people, but when it comes to you? He just can't resist you.

Suo Hayato

Now Suo is a very... Mature lover? Sure, let's go with that? 😅 MY POINT. For giving it's all. I'm sorry, i just can see him doing all the things regularly. Act of service, physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation and quality time. He doesn't have a favourite way of spoiling you, okay?☺️ BUT. His words are always so beautifully picked out. He knows how to compliment you. Whether that be when he wants to make you flustered or tease you, be more passionate, when you need reassurance. His words just always work. Now, for receiving? Suo enjoys your compliments and spending time with you. He handles compliments veeery well tho. He's slick, okay? Most of the time he will return it back to you tho. Also, when he is one patrol, if he sees you he will go up to you. And when you finish school, he is already at the gate waiting for you.

Umemiya Hajime

Now for this big sunshine of a man. For giving it would totally be gift giving. But not just any gift, no no no. Most of the time it's flowers. Flowers he grew himself and gave them to you. He learns your favourite flower and puts it in graden right away. His other gifts are always very creative too. He sometimes doesn't even realise when is he already at the store to buy them, it just happens, okay? Of course, we can't forget also, physics touch. This man is clingy as hell, in a good way tho. Always an arm around your waist or resting on your shoulders, hugging you when he sees you right away, hands interlocked while you're walking together, etc. Now for receiving uhm...to be honest this guy doesn't care. He would genuinely enjoy everything the same amount. He loves everything you do, like you could breath in his direction and he'll find it cute.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Okay, let me start again by saying. Kiryu. Is. A. Gentleman. He is the Man in Wind Breaker. For giving, i feel like act of service definitely and words of affirmation. And kind of physical touch. But like, soft physical touch, not like Umemiya who would jump on you, Kiryu is very soft and careful with his touch towards you especially. And now for his compliments. His are kind of similar to Suo's to be honest. He is soft spoken and knows how to gift compliments. He is also cannonly popular with girls so. For receiving tho? Hm..... I had to think here, but I think i would go with quality time and gift giving. And by gift giving, i mean giving him little things. I don't think he is a person who prefers big gifts over little. Like, they're very important because they are from you. And for the other, he just likes spending time with you.

Kaji Ren

Wohoo have i ever told you how much i love Kaji, hm? No? Well now i do. I fucking love this guy. Now onto the actual thing. For giving...well i would say quality time and act of service. He's not very good with words or touch, so he prefers to show his affection through other things. Like act of service, and the point of that, is that he doesn't do it for anyone else. If you told people how Kaji treats you, most of his friends would be like "Are we talking about the same Kaji?" You're just special okay? Also all of the time that he can be with you, he is not waisting it, you are glued to him. Now, for receiving as much as this guy won't admit it, it's physical touch. Again, like Sakura because of his pride. He might act annoyed, but thr moment you pull away from him, he's like "Nuh uh get back here." Yeah, you would bethe one to grab hus hand and hug him first, but he would also eventually. Not really in front of others tho. Or maybe sometime...

© mariaace 2024 pls do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

[itstobias149]

Hey everyone! I just wanted to take a moment to express how much I’ve genuinely enjoyed our conversations. It’s always such a pleasure talking with you all—whether we’re discussing OCs, throwing around ideas, or just having casual chats. There’s a real sense of creativity and camaraderie here that I appreciate more than I can put into words.

One of my favorite things has been seeing all the unique Punch-Out!! OCs people create. The amount of thought, personality, and detail that goes into them is incredible, and I love how passionate everyone is about their characters. It’s inspiring to see how much love people pour into their ideas, and it makes me even more excited to share and discuss my own. Seeing people build on each other’s ideas, develop stories, and bring their characters to life is one of the things that makes this community so special to me.

I also really enjoy making and sharing whiteboards, whether it’s for fun doodles, brainstorming sessions, or just a space for everyone to collaborate. But sometimes, I worry that I might be annoying people by sending the links too often. The last thing I want is to feel like I’m bothering anyone, so if you ever want to join in on a whiteboard, just let me know! I’d love to create more fun, collaborative spaces where we can share ideas and art together.

At the end of the day, I just want to say how grateful I am for the community I’ve met so far. The kindness, creativity, and enthusiasm here make it such a welcoming and enjoyable space. I’ve had such a great time interacting with all of you, and I truly appreciate the friendships and discussions that have come from it. So, thank you for being so awesome—I can’t wait for more fun conversations, new ideas, and shared creativity in the future!

[hopelesswrites]

Music Boyfriend part 2

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3

Summary: Eddie is an anonymous frontman of Corroded Coffin and meets his long-time pen-crush while on the run from the law.

Notes: This is HEAVILY inspired by movie Dinner in America, I was obsessed with the dynamic and felt it fit Eddie and Reader so well. general plot similarities but not a complete retelling of the movie

Eddies POV

Without a word Eddie stormed out of the house, leaving the girl alone and confused.

His mind was racing as he marched his way through town, careful to use the backstreets to stay out of the way of police. Eddie had put a lot of effort into staying anonymous. It was good for the band, and it was good for him.

Somewhere along the way of Corroded Coffins career Eddie had made a particularly strong impression on a fan. Eddie knew this obviously, by the letters he would receive regularly. Letters of passionate love confessions wrapped up in the form of lyrics, addressed solely to him, no one else in the band. These letters had made possibly a stronger impact on Eddie, and he had begun responding in corroded coffins songs, it fuelled him and his own creativity. But he enjoyed the anonymous back and forth, never getting too familiar with each other, just enough to completely infect the other one’s mind.

Eddie snuck around the back of the trailer park his uncle lived at, staying in the trees to not be seen. This was extra dangerous territory because it seemed everyone in this place was out to get him. He eyed his uncle’s trailer and the window that he broke sneaking out as a teenager, that was his way in. He could see his uncle tinkering underneath his car out the front. He just needed to get in and out.

Checking the coast was clear he bolted past neighbouring trailers and caravans until he was flush with his trailer wall before hoisting himself through the window, landing on his bed in a heap.

Inside he made quick work of changing into clean clothes, his current jeans smelling of sweat and booze from the gig the night before. He then grabbed a bag packing an extra shirt in anticipation that he’d be laying low somewhere for the next couple of days, as well as a half empty bottle of bourbon he had beside his bed and his tin of medicinals. Eddie didn’t deal so much anymore but if he was going to be staying with this girl, he was going to need something to calm his nerves. Lastly, he opened his bottom drawer to find his stack of letters he had collected over the past year, careful to put them in the front pocket of his bag.

He didn’t know what he was going to do, he wasn’t even sure he would come clean to her about who he was and how he knew her, but he wanted to keep the letters with him in case.

Back at her house he spied a car out front that wasn’t there before. He watched from the road as a woman unpacked groceries in the kitchen, his mystery girl beside her, it seemed having a heated discussion.

Eddie readied himself to enter the house, not caring too much about the girl’s mom or how she would react to him. He opened the door and closed it with a bit of force to alert them of his presence, catching the tail end of the conversation.

“We’ll discuss your job later” The woman spoke turning the corner and stopping abruptly when she saw Eddie.

“Who are you?” She asked in horror, slowly backing away.

“Don’t worry, he’s a friend” the girl explained eyeing Eddie curiously. He assumed she had a million questions about his disappearance earlier in the day.

“Your daughter had offered me a place to crash for a few days, my place is getting fumigated” Eddie continued, catching the surprise in the girl’s eye.

Her mom looked between them speechless, and Eddie took it as his opportunity to slip away. “Thank you for your hospitality, its greatly appreciated” He called, dragging the girl back up to her room.

“Is your mom going to be a problem? And what was she lecturing you about anyway? That fucking job?” Eddie made himself comfortable on her bed, lounging back with his arms crossed behind his head. He was courteous enough to leave his boot clad feet dangling off the edge of her bed instead of on her pristine comforter.

He looked up at her stood in the middle of the room searching for answers, or arranging them in her head, he hadn’t quite worked the strange girl out. He knew she had a talent with words, there was proof of it in her letter, but she seemed to struggle to find them in person, unless he guessed it was to do with his band, so he tried a different approach.

“Answer me this then” he started, shuffling over and patting the bed beside him. There was a small space left against his hip, noticing her hesitation he shuffled over more offering another inch or two of space.

“I don’t bite, c’mon, I have a serious question.”

Slowly she lowered herself onto the bed, angled to look at Eddie, hip flush with his.

“What is it about Vandal that you like so much?”

Eddie watched the cogs in her brain tick 10 times faster and her eyes light up.

“He’s so passionate, his lyrics are so raw and angry but the mask he wears, he’s obviously more reserved, lives an anonymous life and I relate to him. I think I share his passion, but I didn’t discover my outlet for it until I discovered Corroded Coffin. Writing to him is my way of letting it out.”

Eddie took a moment to take in her answer, it was so profound, something he hadn’t heard from a fan before, usually they fawn over him, throwing their bras and begging to see his face.

“You don’t care about what he looks like? What if he’s ugly”

Eddie anxiously waited for her response, which seemed to have struck a drop of hesitation from her.

“He doesn’t sound ugly, but no I don’t care what he looks like”

A sudden wave of panic washed over him. What if she recognises his voice? He felt a strong urge to control his anonymity until he was ready. Anxiously he coughed, lowering his voice when he next spoke.

“You got a boyfriend? What would he think of all that?”

The girl looked away shaking her head. “I don’t have a boyfriend; Vandal is my music boyfriend”

“Your what?” Eddie questioned, heat rising up to his cheeks.

“My music boyfriend, I don’t need a real boyfriend” she said looking at him now, a stern look on her face as if to tell Eddie to drop it.

Eddie let the words sink in, music boyfriend. He was a music boyfriend.

The heat from his cheeks suddenly travelled south and Eddie couldn’t help what the unintentional flattery was doing to him.

“Where’s your bathroom?” He asked, getting up and snatching his bag up as he headed for the door. He needed a cold shower, or a hand job, ASAP.

Once alone Eddie slumped against the bathtub, rubbing his forehead and willing a thought that could completely turn him off to appear into his mind, but all he could keep repeating was, ‘music boyfriend’.

It made him feel sick, but he acknowledged that feeling in the pit of his stomach was far less sinister than his reaction permitted. He’d never felt this way before, at least not since he was a kid. Girls didn’t like him, not like that, not in a mushy romantic way. And neither did he, he was stubborn like that, if he wasn’t allowed to receive that kind of attention, he wouldn’t give it out. But he could tell this girl understood him on some astronomic cosmic level. He scoffed at the idea of soulmates, but he had felt that connection ever since the first letter. It had been a fantasy up until now, and Eddie was stuck with the decision to allow this girl into his life physically or keep up the façade, let her write him letter until the end of time.

Eddie pulled out the letters from his bag, shuffling through them to find his favourite. It was the one that first inspired him to respond in his own song. Reading it now gave him a different feeling. A feeling of need and desperation. The girl who wrote these words was no longer a mystery, she was sitting in the room down the hall from him. But it didn’t feel right to walk back in there and ambush her with her own dirty little secret. He had to do it right, make it special, for his music girlfriend.

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“Do you like arcades?” Eddie asked, entering the girls room again. She was sat on her bed fiddling with an envelope and a sheet of glittery stickers. It was a letter for him.

“Yeah” She replied, concentration completely on her task.

“Do you want to go?”

The girl looked up at Eddie then to her alarm clock beside her bed. “It closes in like half an hour” she answered.

“I know a guy, he can get us in, whole arcade to ourselves” Eddie explained. His buddy Dustin worked the arcade and he knew if he asked nicely (threatened him) Dustin would let them in after hours.

The girl perked up at the idea, “Okay, yeah, but can we stop at a post box on the way?” She held up a decorated envelope with his name written on it. Eddie hesitated before agreeing, rushing her to get dressed so they could get there before Dustin left.

“Your mom need her car tonight?”

Eddie received a confused look then a scowl. “We cannot take my moms car, plus I don’t know how to drive”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Why did you never learn how to drive?”

“Mom said I needed to gain more confidence before I could operate heavy machinery and Dad said he didn’t want to teach me”

Eddie scoffed, “Your parents are useless, I’m driving there, then you’re driving yourself to the post box out by the old diner.”

The girl looked at Eddie in horror, “No I can’t, and it’ll be dark, it’s too dangerous, there’s one in town”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to do it eventually, don’t you want to get out of here? Don’t you want your freedom?”

All Eddie got from her was a grunt and a shrug as she pushed passed him and down the stairs. Eddie watched from the landing as she checked the kitchen entry then returned to the front door where she fished out a set of keys from a bowl on the side table. The girl looked back up at Eddie motioning for him to come down then pressed her finger to her lips in an attempt to shush Eddie and his clunky boots.

“This your first time sneaking out?” Eddie whispered by her head while they walked to the car, reaching over to take the keys from her hand.

“First and last”

Eddie chuckled, not believing that for a second. He could practically feel the buzz coming off the girl as they entered the car and drove off. A swell of happiness filled his heart at the thought of creating excitement in this girl’s life. He wanted to continue to do it, he knew he would have to come clean in order for that to happen though.

Once they arrived at the arcade Eddie parked around the back, just in time to catch Dustin locking up.

“No! No! No!” Eddie heard Dustin scream once he stepped out of the car. “Not this time Munson, you almost got me fired last time” Eddie ran up to his friend gripping him by the shoulders and getting real close to whisper, “Please, I have a date, do me this one solid”

Eddie watched Dustin look around him and at the girl awkwardly standing by her moms’ car. “Fine, don’t rage on space invaders again we had to replace the joystick”

Eddie punctuated his gratitude with a big kiss to Dustin’s cheek which was not well received and dragged his date over to the back door.

“Power switch has the green tape!” Dustin called before getting into his own car and driving off.

Inside Eddie was quick to open the control box beside the back door and switch on the switch Dustin had instructed. Instantly the main room lit up in a wild buzz as each machine began to power on. Eddie watched the girls’ own eyes light up at the sight of the colourful room come to life.

“Popcorn?” Eddie offered, making his way to the kitchen of the small cafeteria and turning on the popcorn machine. He watched her frantically nod still admiring all the lights. It felt more alive at night when there weren’t snotty kids running around, you could hear the buzz of the machines.

“There should be a box of coins in the office, grab it and pick a game” Eddie called while he prepared a small batch of popcorn.

“This is so cool; your friend is awesome for letting us in”

Eddie listened for the girl, heard her grab the box of coins and jangle all the way over to a machine. He heard the machine process the coin and the game erupt with music. Poking his head out he spotted her enthusiastically tapping buttons on a game he had never paid much attention to in his time here as a kid. His heart swelled again, he knew he was royally fucked and in the span of one day his whole world had shifted. He thought back to how angry he was earlier in the day at the prospect of someone as strange as her knowing of Corroded Coffin, how in just a few hours his anger switched to possessiveness, how he would defend this girl to the end.

“Having Fun” He spoke, approaching her with a box of steaming hot popcorn.

“It’s so much better without kids crawling through your feet” she giggled, popping another coin in the machine. “What’s your favourite?” She asked, keeping half her attention on the game and half on Eddie.

“Dragons Lair” Eddie replied, handing out the popcorn for the girl to take. She was fully invested in the game now, both hands in action. “Feed me some” She rushed, opening her mouth for Eddie to place popcorn in.

Eddie hesitated, willing every perverted thought to the back of his mind as he gently placed two pieces into her mouth. She snapped her mouth shut, capturing the tip of Eddies finger and thumb, sending those thoughts right back to the forefront of his mind.

“We can play Dragons Lair next?” She spoke, looking up at Eddie briefly with a smile. He resisted a groan at the sight of her, he was so infatuated it made him sick.

Once her game had finished, she walked them to his game and started it up. “Ill feed you while you play” She giggled, taking the box out of his hands. Eddies stomach dropped at how innocently she spoke. He couldn’t even concentrate on the game, giving his worst performance yet. Each machine they moved to the more in his head Eddie got. He had to confess tonight, he had to know how she felt about him.

Soon they had killed about 2 hours in the arcade and the sun had officially set. Eddie considered his next move. He had promised to take her to the post box. In fact, he had ordered her to drive herself to the post box. Eddie watched as she made her way to the passenger side of the car, either forgetting the agreement or naively hoping he had forgotten.

“Wrong side Darlin’, drivers over here” He called, jingling the car keys.

He thought he caught an eye roll before she walked around to the other side of the car. He plopped the keys in her hands and strutted over to the passenger seat, getting in haphazardly.

In the car he guided her through the steps to start the car and exit the carpark. With a couple of fumbled manoeuvres, they were out on the road, headed towards the edge of town. The road was relatively straight, so he didn’t have to pay too much attention as she drove knowing there was little for her to mess up on. This gave him time to think about how he was going to do this. He couldn’t let her post the letter, it was going straight to him anyway, he had to tell her now.

As she pulled up to the post box Eddie’s mind was racing with anxiety. “Ill just be a second” She mumbled, taking off her seatbelt.

“Wait!” Eddie yelled entirely too loud for the confined space they were both in.

The girl looked at Eddie confused, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re mailing it to Vandal, right?” He started, building up the courage to tell her she didn’t have to go through all that trouble to get a letter to him.

She answered with a nod which encouraged Eddie to go on. “Don’t do it”

“Why?”

Eddie groaned, unsure of how to even word it. “Don’t mail it to him, it’s a waste of time, you can give it to him personally.”

Eddie waited for her response, heart pounding in his chest. “Do you know Vandal?” She asked.

Eddie nodded, holding out his hand for the letter. Hesitantly, she placed it in his palm. He took a deep breath before unzipping his bag, pulling out the other letters she had sent.

“How do you have those? I sent them to Vandal; how do you have them!?” She questioned in a panic.

Eddie looked at her hoping he could telepathically send her the message. “I am Vandal” He almost whispered.

“No”

“Yes, I am” Eddie argued. “Look, you’ve sent all these letters to me, I’ve read them, every fucking word, every lyric, every confession, I’ve read them.”

After an extended moment of silence she replied, “Why?” It was quiet, Eddie barely heard it.

“Why what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Eddie laughed, letting out a sigh. “How am I supposed to do that, its fucking awkward isn’t it? You really want me to sit in your bedroom and tell you I’m the one you’re calling your music boyfriend?”

Eddie watched her face turn into a deep frown. He cursed at himself for being too rough. “Hey” He tried gentler, getting her attention.

“Do you know how awkward it felt for me? To know the girl I’ve been in love with was right in front of me and I didn’t have a clue? How would I have confessed to that then?”

“In love with?” She asked, eyebrows raising in excitement.

Eddie chuckled, “Yeah, truly madly deeply or whatever it is they say, fucking head over heels and all you had to do is write me songs, you’re pretty incredible.”

She looked down shyly unable to look Eddie in the eyes and accept a compliment of that magnitude.

“Can I read this?” Eddie asked, waving around the letter. She nodded hesitantly, giving Eddie permission to read her latest song.

“Not here, can I take you somewhere else?”

With her permission, Eddie made them switch seats so he could enter phase two of what he was now calling, their first date.

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[merbear25]

Could you do one piece x a cute fem reader who is really good at making desserts and owns a cute bakery!?!?

Hello, hello! This is a super cute request, so I'm happy to write it for you. Since you didn't specify which 3 characters, I chose the ones I had some ideas for. I hope you like what I've written for you 💜💜

CW: SFW, fluff, fem!reader, headcanons

With a fem!reader who bakes and has a bakery (Sanji, Luffy, Koby)

Sanji: Was there anything you couldn’t do? You were already precious to him in every way, but seeing as you not only had a passion for baking, but you also had the drive to open your own business was truly inspiring. He adored watching you express your creativity and adored it even more when others appreciated your hard work. Plus, seeing you in your cute apron and uniform was an added bonus. Being the supportive man that he was, he’d help out around the bakery in any way you needed. Someone called in sick? He’d be there to fill in. The dishwasher broke? He’d wash the dishes himself. Since he was quite the creative one in the kitchen as well, it’d be a lovely bonding moment to bake together, share recipes, and get a little side tracked here and there, his sincerity never leaving him.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Luffy: Admittedly, he wasn’t the best when it came to distinguishing good quality food from bad. That being said, he enjoyed your sweet treats more than anyone else’s. His eyes would sparkle whenever you made something. You learned quickly that if you ever had to bake something for work at home, you had to prepare triple the amount to accommodate Luffy’s constant hunger and lack of self-control. That didn’t mean he’d carelessly eat anything that wasn’t for him, though; he’d just whine a bit about how tasty it looked and how badly he wanted to eat it. When he visited you at the bakery, he’d talk to some of the customers, telling them about which of your baked goods were his favorites. You couldn’t help but feel a warmth in your chest whenever you heard him gushing about how talented he thought you were.

“Everything you make is amazing!”

Koby: You were outstanding in every sense of the word. He was always the kind of person to believe in fighting for what you want, pushing yourself to make it a reality. That's why when you opened your bakery to live part of your dream, he couldn’t help himself: he fell for you all over again. On top of the devotion you had to your business, you were exceptionally talented at what you baked too. Truth be told, you helped keep that fire under him lit. He admired you so much, and you inspired him to keep pushing for his own dreams and wants. Never faltering from the supportive role, he was your biggest cheerleader, offering to help when and how you needed him to—no questions asked. Whenever you were excited about how well something turned out, he was there to listen and encourage you.

“You can do anything. I know you can!”

[plutoenjoyer]

soft junhan thoughts 💭

· this guy loves loves loves getting his hair played with

· it's like, the perfect amount of physical touch for him

· because he doesn't normally like it, you find ways to be affectionate with him in ways he's okay and comfortable with, and just twirling your fingers in his hair, or braiding it, or gently scratching the nape of his neck with a massage is sooo calming and not too much

· and you get to watch him just melt in your hands out of relaxation 🥹😵‍💫

· ART PROJECTS

· there's always doodling around you two

· he's leaving a note for you on your night stand? there's a cute little happy face drawn next to it. you're killing time waiting for your coffee at a café? he's doodling a little flower for you on a napkin.

· and you leave him doodles back of course. sometimes you'll draw something that accompanies his original drawing, and these are his favorite because you made it together, even if it's just a silly looking cat playing in a field of silly looking, badly scribbled flowers.

· it's one of his favorite ways to communicate with you because it's like your own little language. none of the other members, not even your family, can hear the love in these doodles between you two (and you two only)

· he likes having special secrets and inside jokes with you for sure

· and sometimes when you're both hanging out, you'll draw together. one of the funnier moments is when you decide to draw portraits of one another, and the results... varied, but it was still fun

· nail polish. oh you know exactly what I'm gonna say

· you guys paint each other's nails, usually you're touching up his usual black polish but sometimes he lets you get creative :)

· on the other hand, you love watching his artist brain work and how he uses colors on your nails to create the perfect vibe. sometimes you end up with vibrant polish on every nail, and sometimes you get a very simple and muted color palette. either way you're happy with them because he did it for you :]

· i think junhan values not only creativity in a person, but also values the willingness to discuss things. he likes that you genuinely try to take interest and understand what he's explaining to you, because he's someone who thinks deeply on things and shares that curiosity with the people he loves because he wants to engage with them.

· you really enjoy when he gets passionate and explains things to you because 1) it's cute and 2) he genuinely has lots of interesting takes on things (looks at his bubble messages)

· he appreciates that you even challenge his thinking sometimes because his introvert mind is always in his own head, and having someone to yank him out of his own bias is super refreshing!!!

· he shows affection with acts of service so much (since physical touch and words of affirmation are not usually his thing). he cooks for you and will do the dishes AND take out the trash so you don't have to do a thing

· i also think that he's suchhh a secret admirer, like compared to ode who likes to make his love known, junhan is stealing glances at your cute face when you're focused and when you confront him about it he's like

· "yes i was🙂"

· "ooookay...and can i ask why?"

· "oh, i just thought you looked pretty?"

· and you snicker because that's usually something you would just tell your gf, but you don't care. you tell him "you're handsome!" and you can't stop yourself from giving him a little peck on the cheek, to which he starts cutely giggling back

· you and junhan are so very tender and patient with one another, listening and valuing one another's time, truly the perfect pair!!!

· he has a 4 cut photo of you two tacked above his desk, sometimes when he's writing lyrics he looks up for inspiration :)

· just admires and respects you so much🥺💖