#that was actually really fun pft

[ablog]

This is maybe for later cus I'm really bad at writing down ideas so I'm using Tumblr as a motivator (I got the idea from a dream I don't know why a lego show works with that a bit too much for me)

Got an idea for basically lmk × arcane (it started as a different idea but the consept just grow into a similar world and i rolled with it)

Sun wukong is like Heimerdinger, basically as the top of the council and sort of the head of the up city

Tang and nezha are in the council as well but I'm not sure what's their part in the story yet

Macaque and MK are in the under city and are kinda like Powder and Vi, but not really fully siblings vibe, more like twp close abandoned cats ( Macaque is on adge whenever anything related to the up city happenes) he's still immortal like swk and the two has history, one that ended badly

Pigsy is like vander, instead of a barman he's cooking and he don't like the situation at all but to keep the people living there safe (ish), he make sure nothing too extreme happens with the top city to make them come down there

The mayer is the head of the enforcers and he's the one doing business with pigsy (who's btw bulid more like Zhu Bajie here)

Sandy is a blacksmith in the under city and although it doesn't seem like that so much, Macaque is very close to him and feel safe in the workshop, he occasionally make little bulids but mostly like to watch sandy make stuff, there are a lot of weapons stored in there from the past but these days sandy mostly make moving statues of different things (and he has a lot of mechanical cats, their mechanisms are quite simple but their builds are very impressive)

For some reason I imagen him looking pretty much the same figure but different pants and added welding goggles

Mei is a high ranked guard that works close to the palace but occasionally leave for long missions

Lady bone demon is in the council and while looking mostly neural and pro the city, actually working behind the curtains to push her agendas, to weaken the city and to hold a revolution at some point, when the opportunity shows itself.

She doesn't believe in the current system that the world runs on and think the only way to fix it is to gain power so she could change and improve how's everything works, at some point after seeing a bit too much of the politics and the way humans around her prefer to take the easy way out, or the one that's more beneficial to them regardless of how it'll effect the less fortunate, she believes that the only way to make a real difference is to take the power by force and to make the changes necessary no matter the cost.

The demon bull family are nobleman's.

iron fang in the council, and she let red son to study the under city tech and he study with the great minds of their time.

His parents doesn't know it but occasionally he sneak to the under city for supply that's too hard to get from the other researchers that bring different devices to work with.

This is what i thought of so far, I also have the bigging of a story but I'll write that later :)

If you read all of that, you're awesome <3

[sysig]

Tainted batch (Patreon)

[astralnymphh]

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑! ★

content: prodigy!abby x nerdy!reader, childhood friends, university-based, fluff (for now), romance + tension (little bit angsty), drabble length but switching up the small caps (experimenting. heh), mainly jotting an idea, not a certified abby expert.

It was an absolute murder to discover that she could not fufill this one off her bucket list.

Fucking video gaming?

Exactamundo! Abby can outstand everybody in nearly anything, being everything from a virtuoso violinist, to a glorified part-time fisherman, and a damn gourmet chef as well. She paraded around the entire campus pursuing a name in every elective and Olympic hobby you could ever think of. Name it, chances are she's done it. Actually, more than done it, all things considered.

But video games? Guess the esteemed Abby Anderson had finally tumbled downhill and suffered defeat; looking you up out of all computer-smart people felt treasonous to her, but seemed high-priority to the eye of the beholder, the eyes in question even rolling. You don't need an in-person class course on fucking Skyrim. Look at the tutorials!

“So, how the hell do I shorten my speedrun times?”

None of it made a lick of sense. Well, the wanting to do speedruns part, you see the appeal in a medieval-inspired game. Speedrunning sucks the fun and the atmosphere out of a truly gorgeous game such as the forenamed. Yet, it's not like you haven't experimented in closed-world speedruns after immersing yourself in collecting all the achievements; Firewatch takes the cake.

But, still, coming to you—a forgotten, childhood friend whom she ghosted—makes no logical sense. Games are easy-peasy. Literal pieces of cake!

You scrunch your nose at the reclined blondie on your bed, confused. “Um, by watching a tutorial?” Almost laying back into a condescending tone, maybe even a little. “Did you even think to do that before knocking in the dead of night?” Her mordant, stick-up-the-ass kind does the same thing to you, so, you can gripe at that game all you desire.

“Hey,” she pouts, sounding out mock-offense. She scoots up from her prone position on the bed to face you—so proper. “Everything has more to it than what you see.” Sure, philosopher. “And there definitely is with video games. I keep losing. Besides, if I can't stomach skydiving or rock-climbing, then this is next on my list.”

“Pft—”

“What? You know I don't do heights.”

Oh, my god. “'You keep losing?'” Is she a prodigy at radical honesty?

Pond-blue eyes toss in a perfect, resentful circle. She scoffs, “Why do you think I came over here?” Complaining right hand flicking with attitude.

“I don't teach beginners.”

Your sarcasm flies not even an inch under her radar; it was always a retreat tactic back in highschool—when this imitative facade first hardened. “Oh, okay.” She bites you back with it too. But it never even occured to her that you might just be serving a tablespoon of teasery. Being old friends, having lonesome yearns, even stubborn prodigies can be painted in a rosy picture.

Still can see those young, faded freckles. Lovely ones.

“This was a mistake, wasn't it?” An unpleasant question. Drops from her lips almost wantonly.

It strains your chest cavity.

Is seeing her a mistake?

Not really. You hope not really. Once, there was a time where she was suddenly rude, dismissive and up every aspiring valedictorian's ass, but all paths lead back, you believe. Somewhere underneath that porcelain facade—and hot, rocking bod—is a clean crack in her over-achiever matrix; softness is bleeding out. You can see the beginning brooks of it like a kingly ichor. Possible smiles that aren't contemptuous.

What next, an apology?

“Can I at least.. say sorry, before going?”

Sorry—going? Fuck, you majorly zoned out. “What?” You loom in closer, throwing the one-brow raise. The proximity barely even occurs to you.

“For being a jerk, for blowing you off, ..” The list implies endlessness as her voice fades out. In a way, you expect her to pick up and continue. But, after the gestures and head-tilts, she pauses. Reinstates eye contact, pauses, and works her lips again. An awkward, prefacing breath skims. “And I guess, 'm also sorry for.. this?”

Before comprehension hits, it is too late. Darkly, a warmth brushes your cheek and a silence catches your lips, blocking your eyes out. It makes you feel blindsided, this short-lived kiss, one you suspend wide eyes for, tilt your neck for, accept without question. A strange deja vu rushes to your nape.

You shiver.

It even ends before you understand it, Abby pulling away with light-glossed eyes you swear are stones of aquamarine in disguise. She cracks; dints a smile in her cheek. Proud, anticipating. Having her this close made your inhales excessive; you needed all the air in the world to function right now. Deep breathing.

She smells like the outdoors.

Naturally.

“Good?” She has to reassure herself.

“Yeah,” you quickly spout, croak even. Wherever in the world your head is, it's not here. “Not really a prodigy at kissing, so..” And while it is somewhere, the remnants of her kiss are phantom. They have not stopped yet.

An amused chuckle greets in gusts across your lips, from your radical honesty, the moment itself, whatever. Crowns you the jokester anyways. “Guess we both have something to learn then.”

Wonder what future that comment entails.

[illubean]

hxh characters if reader asked them to paint their nails:3

Painting Their Nails

Characters: Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladiknight, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer Type: Fluff, Headcanons, gn!reader

I wasn't sure what characters you wanted so I'll just do it for everyone currently on my masterlist ^__^

Warnings: none

Gon Freecs

"Only if I get to paint yours!"

he doesn't mind you painting his nails, he actually thinks it's kind of fun

it would turn into a spa day!

he likes picking out your nail color and is 100% down to do facemasks too

if you use mud masks or homemade facemasks...oh boy

prepare to get messy

ANYWAYS back to the nails

he doesn't care what colors or designs you do, he just likes hanging out with you!

if you let him do your nails, he probably wouldn't be the best or neatest but its cute because he tried anyways!

Killua Zoldyck

he would fight yo on it tbh

painting each others nails? that's for girls!

after growing up the way he did, his mind can be a little stuck with traditional gender norms and standards

but if you have Alluka on your side? instant victory

he would let you guys paint his nails but not without complaining the entire time

when you guys are done he actually kind of likes it

if you guys offer to take it off after because of all his prior complaining he would snatch his hands away

"Pft, that would be a waste of time! It's already done anyways.."

Kurapika Kurta

good luck catching at a time he isn't busy

he's pretty indifferent about it actually

probably doesn't understand why you want to, but will let you if it makes you happy

his only request is you use dark colors

he prefers colors like burgundy, navy blue or black ("bLaCk IsNt A cOlOr" I KNOW THAT BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS IT IS)

he would leave the nail polish on until it starts chipping or you offer to redo it

Leorio Paladiknight

no

he fights you even harder on this than Killua

he wouldn't let you without some kind of incentive 😭

and that incentive would have to be cash or.. a favor

he wouldn't mind watching you do your nails though! he actually thinks it's kinda cute how you pay attention to those things

if you ask him for color suggestions he would tell you light blue without a second thought

Illumi Zoldyck

again, no

he doesn't even argue with you on this he just won't let you

you could probably convince him to let you give him a manicure but no color

how boring -__-

in his mind, he's an assassin and doesn't have time to worry about silly stuff like that

Chorollo Lucilfer

he'll let you if he honestly has nothing better to do

he would look down at a book in his lap while you work, reading and asking you to flip the page for him every so often

he actually really likes them if you do a design resembling his coat

he feels like a pretty princess think's it gives him an extra classy look

[glitch-karma]

Can I request another part of your "forgetful reader" headcanons you did but with Jouno, Fyodor, and Ranpo? Nikolai too if that's not too many characters, but dont worry about him if it is. Same prompt but with these characters

I was actually just thinking about my forgetful reader hc's the other day, Idk if other writers do this but I always go back and read my older stuff lmao

So here's part two, I had a bit of trouble figuring out what Nikolai would give his partner as a gift, so that isn't specified, I did add Chuuya and Sigma though

Cw: Degradation/name calling in Jouno's, Slightly spicy in Fyodor's, Kinda OOC Fyodor

Jouno

Low-key high-key an asshole

Don't get me wrong I'm in love with him,

But his love language is degradation (hot)

Jouno constantly is making fun of and being rude about how forgetful you are

If it seriously bothers you, he'll try his best to lay off as much as possible

Only because it's you though

He does get very irritated though

He got you a lovely set of earrings that resembled his a bit

They were honestly very nice and semi-expensive

You had always kept them in a tiny jewelry box on your nightstand

But after a rough day of trying to catch terrorists, you'd clumsily taken them off and fallen asleep

When you were getting ready for work the next morning, you realized they'd gone missing

In a panic, you tore apart your apparent in search of them

After a while, you heard a voice that made you wanna puke

"What's up with you huh? Why's my little troublemaker so frantic?"

Oh my lord no

"What are you talking about.?"

"Oh please, your heartbeat is a dead giveaway. Along with the shakiness in your voice. Can't hide from me y'know."

You shakily sighed as you admitted you'd lost the earrings

"Pft- are you kidding?"

He laughed slightly walking towards you

"How pathetic of you, losing a gift from your precious boyfriend?" He sighs in 'frustration'

"They were expensive too, do you even have a concept of money?" He laughs,

At this point, small drops of tears filled your eyes slowly as he kept poking fun at you

"Honestly how air-headed can you get? Tsk, should I be questioning this relationship?"

After a few seconds of silence, Jouno tensed as he heard your quiet whimpers.

He'd gone too far.

For a second, he didn't really know what to do

He sighed, bending down next to you and wrapping his arm around you.

"'m sorry." He mumbled lightly

You sniffled a bit, you looked up to see the concerned frown on his face, along with the softness that was rare for you to see in him

After a moment you sighed, leaning into his shoulder

"I'll get you a million more pairs if it means I don't have to hear you cry again. Truly."

He really was a good man, he just had some issues showing it.

But in the meantime, he'll let you teach him how to open up

I literally love him so much even if he's a dick head

Fyodor

He kinda just doesn't care-

I don't see him as the type to really mind stuff like that in a partner

But I don't really see him doing anything to help per se

He'll give you light reassurance if you're upset, but I don't see him doing too much more though

Surprisingly, he didn't buy you a country

He got you a necklace that was very clearly expensive, it had a key attached to it that was also made of some metal that did not look cheap, along with the small Diamonds and sapphires lacing the key (Real btw you tested it)

It was extravagantly expensive, and he made sure you knew that was less than you deserved (He couldn't find countries on the market)

Wow what a nice gift

Now where the hell did it go?

You, of course, retraced every step

Your apartment? Cleaned vigorously to search and find it

The cafe by your house? You paid every worker to search for it

The Doa office? A wreck

You were ass up on the floor looking under one of the couches when you heard a whistle behind you

When you tuned you saw the man you were scared to see

"Why might you be in such a comprehensive pose my paradox?"

You shakily sighed as you hit your head on the floor

Fyodor then quickly determined why you were on the floor by the necklace missing from your neck

He chuckled a bit as he walked towards you

He leaned down and picked you up, silencing you as he carried you to a basement you were unaware of

Before you could question, he pulled out the necklace, inserted the key into a large door, opening it to reveal a giant glorious room filled with all your favorite things, comfortable chairs, and a giant kitchen

As he set you down you started freaking out

"It's not quite done yet, I wasn't intending for you to lose it so fast. I'll get some help in here as well."

"You- This was all a plan for me?"

You yelled, running around and looking at everything

He chuckled as he grabbed you, leaning down and kissing your neck

"Жизнь моя,(1) you deserve this and more.."

He then threw you on the couch, hitting a button that shut all the doors and windows

"And tonight, I'll prove it to you."

Let's just say, you had trouble walking for awhile

(1) Жизнь моя, pronounced "Zhizn’ moya", means “my life” in Russian and is usually a term of endearment

Sigma

Oh my lord he is so understanding it's crazy

Although Sigma is the furthest thing from forgetful, his brain and schedule will always have room for stuff you need to remember

Got a doctor's appointment you forgot? He remembers and brings you to it

Forgot where you put something important? He knows where it is

Forgot to eat? He'll make you a meal himself

Forgot to meet up with a client? He'll meet them for you

Honestly, he gives you royalty treatment

He loves just giving you gifts in general, so he custom-made you an obsidian necklace that had a poker chip on it, The obsidian in his words was to represent how strong you are, and the poker chip was to remind you of him

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts ever

And you'd lost it

You debated just asking him at first,

But no. Too embarrassing

You'd worn it every day and now POOF

GONE?!

You didn't wanna worry your already busy partner with this

So you tore apart your half of the room before neatly searching through Sigma's half of the room

3 hours later and nothing.

For a second you debated throwing yourself off the sky casino

But then the click of your bedroom door was heard

"Oh my-"

You slowly looked up to see Sigma's confused face as he looked at your side of the room

For a while, he was silent in thought

"Are you.. redecorating-"

You groaned as you fell the rest of the way down on the floor

"I lost your necklace.. I didn't wanna ask you for help."

Sigma chuckles a bit as you look up at him

"That was actually my mistake"

Before you could ask, he walked over to his dresser and opened a small box, pulling it back out

"You'd accidentally left it in the bathroom"

Wow

The one place you didn't check

Definitely cuddles after though

Nikolai

He would not give zero shit's

He just loves you

He might make fun of you a bit, but he honestly just thinks you're adorable when you lose stuff

He asks Fyodor to buy you new things when you lose them rather than look for them-

He has such admiration and genuine interest in you that he gets you gifts tailored exactly to your interests

If you lose a gift from him, he honestly won't be mad

"Awe my Kindred Spirit,"

He grabs his cloak and reaches in, pulling out something even better

"Here does this make it better!?"

"Nikolai!"

He dances around the room with you to celebrate you being happy again

Ranpo

Oh he teases you, shame on you if you think he wouldn't

He gently teases you though, stopping if he gets even a slight hint it upsets you

Ranpo does have amazing patience though, there has never been a moment your forgetfulness has annoyed or bothered him once

He regularly gives you snacks as gifts, but he gave you a silly little necklace with a duck charm (Yes this is a Wan ref)

It was silly and cheap, but it was sweet

When you lost it you were crushed

You looked for it but could not find it

In the morning you went to the agency to try to search for it, but on your way there you actually met with Ranpo at a sweet store

"Hey there detective darlin'!"

He yelled as he ran out of the store

For internally freaked out a bit as he started excitedly telling you about the sale in the store

You chuckled nervously, making him immediately deduce what happened

"Ohhhhh, I see. You lost the Necklace!"

You kinda expected him to figure it out

He then chuckled as he walked over to a small quarter vending machine and pointed at the prizes

"Ya see! We can just keep playing till we get a new one!"

You two then had a small date of finding quarters and playing the Machine till you had a bag full of prizes, and a new duck necklace of course

Chuuya

Although Chuuya is a very understanding person, I can't deny this wouldn't slightly annoy him

He would never make fun of you for it, or make you feel bad though

He will always express that he's not mad at you and does his best to hide his slight frustration

He does understand though, I mean the man didn't remember the first 8 years of his life for years so

He is a little protective of you though. if anyone gave you shit for forgetting something he would a million percent throw hands

He leaves notes all over the house and your hands about important things, he will also text you to remind you about meals throughout the day

"Have you drank water"

"Ah, fuck-"

"Exactly"

Chuuya loves spending money on you

It's his favorite activity

You already have 20 custom-tailored outfits cause of his love for fashion,

But that doesn't mean he can't get you more tailored accessories

One of them was an anklet that had his and your initials in it, along with diamonds and your favorite stone

It was cute, although it was easily hidden by clothes, you wore it very often

You had on the perfect outfit to show it off that day, but when you opened up the cabinet you kept it in, it was gone.

Oh fuck

Panic ensues

The sheets were torn off your bed, and your closet full of clothes from him was searched from top to bottom

The bathroom was also searched along with Chuuya's half of the room

You sighed as you fixed the house, knowing Chuuya hates messes

You then reluctantly called him

"Hey, still at work but what's up doll?"

The softness in his voice made you tear up a bit in guilt

"Chuuya.. I-"

You took a pause to breathe

"I lost the Anklet you gave me."

You heard him gratefully sigh and shuffle in his chair a bit

"That pause made me think you were in trouble"

He joked a bit

"I can buy 20 more of those if I wanted to Sweetheart."

You sniffled a bit

"But that was important!"

He paused a bit

"Are you crying?"

You then paused

"No.."

"Baby."

You could hear him then walk through the halls of the Port Mafia building

"Give me just one sec, "

You heard him then knock on a door and open it

"Hey boss, I need to head home early. Let me know Tomorrow if there's anything else you need me for"

"Alright, I'm on my way home. We'll search together, okay?"

You sniffled a little as you smiled

"You're the best."

"Anything for you Angel."

[kisses4kei]

Help me out!! sanji x reader one shot

content: sanji x fem! reader. sick reader. Fluff. Kissing. Making out. Charecters may be slightly ooc!

have fun!!

You have been sick for the past 2 days. Lulling around the ship. Sometimes your freezing cold, others your too hot too even sit. You don't know why but you're just down.

Sanji has been trying too help you. He really just makes you different foods but you haven't been craving any food at all. Only ever picking at the food.

Today though you haven't been able too get out of bed. Your throat is raspy everything aches and it hurts to do anything. You actually hope Sanji stops by today you miss him. You also feel bad because he always leaves right after he gives you food since he doesn't want to bother you.

You hear three nocks at your door. "Its Sanji, can I come in?" Your face lights up with small but warm smile. "Please, come in." With that you hear the door creek open. "Hello sweetheart, I've made you some soup" He gently sets it down on your bedside table and goes toward the exit too leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" he turns around and is faced with a now sitting up you with a pout on your face. He turns on his heels "You want me too stay?" He looks smug and his arms are crossed. You look down in response. "If you don't mind.." You mumble quietly.

He sits on the edge of the bed next too you. You hadn’t planned this far. "How are you feeling? Any better?" He looks at you, not a hint of humor in his voice. You rub your eyes "A little bit..Your food has been helping." You shift closer too him on the bed not sitting next too him.

"Im glad I can help such a pretty face like you" You flush but you swear its the sickness. "Pft..Your always so flirtatious even when i'm sick and can barley get out of bad" said as you giggle and cover your face. "Only when its about you." You sit up straighter and suck in a breath. He sounded so sincere, so careful.

"What are you trying too say Sanji?" You look at him confused with a fluttering sensation inside your chest. He leans in closer "You don't know what i'm trying too say?" He looks at you deep into your eyes. "I like you, thats why I do this. I bring you food, flirt with you. All because I like you. I thought you knew." His voice was nothing but a whisper as he leaned into your ear.

He pulled away but stayed only millimeters away from your face. Your breathing is heavy and you need to ground yourself so you don't wobble. You just sit there stunned for a few seconds. The silence is broken by a scoff and right as you were about to say something you feel a soft pair of lips meet yours.

Your eyes widen but you eventually lean into the kiss.His tongue reaches the inside of your mouth. You two are moving with a rhythm, his hands find a way too your lower back and yours around his neck. You then slowly pull away stopping the kiss short. He looks desperate like he needs more.

"Ill make you sick Sanji..." You flush and look away. "You think I care about that sweetheart?" His lips then crash into yours again a more fiery and fierce kiss. You didn’t even feel sick anymore and after this it seemed your sickness really just disappeared on their own.

Thanks for reading!! This was just a short cute lil thing but yk!

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night!!

-jill :3

[doublesunsets]

fill me with your echo

Echo x Reader PWP/Smut 🔞 Word count: 3.1k

TBBAW 2023 @tbb-appreciation-week

DAY 2: Echo NSFW Prompt "Aroused by their voice"

Author's note: Is this late? Yes. But it was still inspired by that prompt, so credit is due. Please, accept my humble story. I wanted to try something, and it got... complicated (for me). I had never written dirty talk before, but I think I managed to get it where I wanted. -sunset

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tags/warnings under read more

dividers by @saradika

Warnings: Masturbation / Guided Masturbation / Dirty talk / Voice Kink, /Praise Kink (slightly) / Comm Sex / No specific pronouns are used, but reader has a vagina / Basically, PWP, I am not interested in the logistics of comm sex, this is very indulgent. Echo is not a blushing virgin, and I'm here to prove it.

“412 traffic, F-17, inbound for landing.”

The voice crackled through the communication system in your small office, and you jumped from your seat before Wina could get to it.

“Here 412 traffic, landing pad is clear,” you breathed out in your smoothest voice possible, while Wina tried to take away the mic from you. You were not scared about using a little bit of violence when necessary, so you smashed your hand on her face to keep her away. You were scared of stabbing your fingers with her Zabrak horns, though, and probably stop it and give me the mic filtered through the waves.

“Wonderful,” the voice on the radio answered, and you were able to discern the smile that would be probably accompanying the word. You melted a little, as usual.

With a little trepidation, you tried to calm your heart and prepared yourself to make the conversation as long as possible. You even pretended to be confident enough to use the name you have learned from your interactions.

“How is everything, Echo? Any problems? Do you need me to send some droids there to fix the ship?”

“No, no, we had no trouble out there, don’t worry. You are always so thoughtful, thank you, Fourtwelve.”

“My pleasure, Echo.” Seeing that you were not budging, Wina finally gave up and moved away. She shouldn’t even be in your office, in the first place, she was just nosey. You turned your whole body towards the comm, triumphantly. “You sure you don’t want— I mean, any of you need something else? I could come down there and take you some rations.”

You grimaced inwardly at the hint of desperation in your voice. When the signal came back, a hint of a chuckle could be heard in the background, and you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“Shh, I said!— Uh, I don't, no, no, really. You are an angel, but there’s no need for that.” Someone shouted coward in the background. “But I appreciate it, really, I do. Thank you, Fourtwelve. Over.”

The static felt like a slap in the face. You slumped into the chair and let out a heavy sigh. It has been the shortest conversation since the first one, and the disappointment sat heavy on your chest.

“I wanted to talk to some men, and you had to ruin it. You get strangely overprotective with that clone.”

You turned your chair to face the intruder in the room and frowned at her. “This is my job, if you want to talk with men, go to a bar. Besides, I’m not overprotective about anyone! It’s just that the last time you handled the comms, you made such a lascivious pun that I still have second hand embarrassment every time I think about it.”

“Pft, whatever. You need to relax, this is not even a real job. You don’t know how to have fun, I’ll entertain myself somewhere else.”

You didn’t make any more comments as Wina turned around and left the room. She was extremely annoying, in a rage you stood up and locked the door in case she decided to come back. You were more at ease by yourself, which, even if sounded hypocritical, usually allowed you to talk with some men. A man in particular, actually. But Echo had already commed, he would probably be on his way to a canteen with his brothers, and you didn’t have the chance to speak with him this time.

Echo. You were still giddy at actually knowing his name. It had all started a month or so ago. You were a volunteer in a group that was trying to give clones a chance after they were discarded by the newly founded Empire. It started as something simple, but as time passed, and the Empire started showing their true face, the operation became quite daring and secretive. It was almost like one of those holonovels, about rebels, and freedom fighters on the frontiers, fighting evil by day and having torrid romances by night. In reality, though, your job was pretty dull. You were basically a receptionist; you took messages, managed the landings of your allotted small Coruscant hangar, and occasionally dispatched droids if they were needed. Someone had to do it, though.

One uneventful night, a new voice came over your comms. Well. Not new-new. You had heard that same voice thousands of times, but this one had something that made it stand over the others. It was huskier, angrier. It made you wonder what his owner had witnessed to be so angry at the galaxy, but at the same time speak such soft words to you. You had timidly inquired him and Echo had actually told you some stories from his past, a short version at least, you had no doubt there was more to it. He had told you about his lost brothers and being the last one of his batch, about being imprisoned and then rescued by new brothers, and even how he had adapted to being a cyborg.

He also asked about you, if out of politeness or legit interest, you didn’t know, so you had told him the basics, very, very quickly. You preferred when it was him doing the talking. You were in awe at what he had lived through, but to your shame, you couldn’t help the other reaction you had at his stories. Truth was that he could have read you the Communication System Manual, and it would have turned you on all the same. His voice was like spice to you, the more you listen to it, the more you wanted. You had never tried one, but you had to guess this was what trying on aphrodisiacs felt like. You craved it, you wanted to have it whispered in your ear late at night, his naked skin on yours, and his hand exploring your body, while those angry tones melted away into sweet moans.

The static did scare you this time, and you took away your traitorous wandering hand from your thigh. Not the time to indulge in wildly inappropriate fantasies, not that it would be the first time. Since nothing else seemed to come from the other side, you tried to contact them.

“Here 412 traffic, do you copy?”

Static again. Whoever was on the other side didn’t seem to find their words.

You were about to tell them to find another pastime and leave your channel alone, when his voice cracked again through the speakers.

“Hey, Fourtwelve.”

“Echo,” you gasped, and thanked the Force that you had released the button, saving you the embarrassment of Echo hearing his name coming out of your lips like that. You cleared your throat, pressed it again, and tried to appear nonchalant. “Echo, good to hear from you again so soon.” Yes, nailed it. “Is there any problem?”

“No problem at all. I—” he hesitated and you waited patiently. If while waiting patiently you bounced your leg rapidly, he didn’t need to know. “I just wanted to talk with you, but you seemed busy earlier, and there was many people around here as well. Is it now a better time?”

“Yes!” His chuckle should have made you feel embarrassed, but it only fuelled your thoughts. If his rough voice was sexy, his low laugh was damn near Dark Side inducing.

“Good, I am glad. I really appreciate our chats.”

“Me too, I love your voice.” In your excitement, it took you a moment to register what you had said, but his silence at the other side gave you plenty of time. When your brain caught up, your face burned, and you started to ramble, trying to cover up your slip. “I mean, I love your stories, the ones you tell me, with your voice, so that’s what I meant. Because that’s what I hear, so, I cannot listen to the stories without your voice, obviously. So, I really love that you have… a voice with—”

“Stop,” you gulped down the rest of the sentence and clamped your legs by instinct. His tone of voice had been gentle but authoritative, as someone used to scold a child. But you weren’t a child, you were very much an adult, that was having a strong reaction to a man’s voice through a comm. “Good, mesh’la.”

A very strong reaction.

You were sure he could hear your deep breathing, but he chuckled again and couldn’t find in you the will to care. “I’ve been dying for you to say something like that for a while, so you are not taking it back now. Please, tell me, what do you love about my voice?”

It didn’t escape to you that he had made his voice deeper, rougher. He was enjoying this. It was true that you had been flirting with him, but not even in your wildest dreams you had envisioned him actually responding this way. For all that you knew, he hadn’t been paying attention to it. He apparently had, and had been waiting, no, dying, for you to take the next step. You were aware that this conversation could change the nature of your interactions forever, and you were going to seize it like a bounty hunter with their price.

“I love how deep it is.” Maybe not your best line.

“You can do better than that,” he encouraged you, not unkindly.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, your fingers clawing at your thighs, trying to control the pent-up energy that was growing inside you. “It is gruff, but caring, I don’t understand how.” You readjusted yourself on your seat, almost vibrating out of your skin. “It is hypnotic, mesmerising. Sexy.”

Echo hummed at that, and it spurred you on. You wanted to hear that again, you needed to hear every single noise that voice could give you.

“Every time I hear your voice, it is like you're grabbing me by the nape, firm but softly, and forcing me to listen to it. I can’t move, I’m captivated. It gets inside my chest and drives me crazy, makes me feel alive. It makes me want to go to my knees. It makes me want to behave and to be mischievous at the same time.”

“Fuck,” Echo groaned at the other side.

Your breath was heavy and laboured, you felt hot, and even if you were alone in the room, you could feel the weight of his presence. You weren’t sure what possessed you, but it seemed he liked it.

“All that… from just my voice?” It seemed he liked it very much. His voice has turned into a husky drawl, and you whimpered a little. “What else? What else do I do to you? Tell me, cyar’ika.”

There was a pretty obvious consequence of his voice, the dampness of your underwear a cold reminder right now. You pressed your hand into your core, trying to soothe your growing need, and another pitiful whine escaped you.

“What was that, cyar’ika? What are you doing right now?” His words were soft, whispered, but they were commanding, there was no ignoring them.

“I’m—“ you pressed harder the heel of your hand against your clit, the simple act of telling him out loud what you were doing was sending shivers down your spine. “I’m touching, ah, myself.”

“How? Tell me,” he snarled, like gravel on his throat.

“I’m pressing my hand against me, rubbing it a little,” you gasped at the end, involuntarily.

“You are going to do something for me.” He sounded breathy, almost like he was talking too close to the comm. His voice was just a rustle, but for you, it was deafening. You uttered a breathless yes, and he continued. “You are going to touch yourself, and I’m going to tell you how to do it, understood?”

You opened your eyes at that and inhaled loudly, feeling your cunt palpitate at his words. There was only one answer to that. “Yes, sir.”

“Oh, Maker,” he groaned, and then laughed softly, the smirk evident on his voice. “Aren’t we discovering kinks today?”

You laughed as well, a little more breathless than him. Sat back and widened your legs, waiting for him to continue.

“Listen to me, cyar’ika. Take your hand, and get it inside your clothes. Slowly, there is no rush.”

You stopped for a moment, your hand hovering over your groin, and thought about what you were going to do. In reality, you barely knew him, you had never seen him in person actually! And yet, since the beginning, there’s been this connection, not only were you aroused by their voice, but there was something else pulling you to him. If you believed in such things, you could be tempted to call it predestination. You were going to start by calling it a fun time. You took a deep breath and obeyed him.

“What else? Tell me, Echo,” you threw back at him in a pleased murmur, adding some more since he seemed to like it. “Please, tell me what to do, sir.”

“Oh, you naughty thing. Maker, you are going to be so good, don’t you? But first, reach with your fingers to your pussy, don’t really touch it yet, just feel it and answer me, are you wet?”

There was a determination in his voice, Echo was a man with a plan, and he intended to execute it, and since that plan seemed to be your pleasure, you could not complain. You did as he instructed, even if you didn’t need it to know how drenched you actually were already. Every word that came through the comm, every gasp, and growl, breath and rustle, was making you whimper at the back of your throat without even touching you. You did that again for him, you whimpered, low and long, feeling your own wetness slide through your fingertips.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he purred in a soft exhalation. “Slowly, I want you to put your finger down and circle it around your entrance. Yes, like that, I can hear your breath hitching, with just so little. You must be pretty sensitive, or is it just for me? Do you love my voice so much that it has you all worked up before we have even started? Keep circling it, mesh’la, keep gathering and spreading those sweet juices. They must taste so good. I wish I could be kneeling in front of you right now to taste it myself. Oh? Would you like that? That was a pretty filthy moan, I want to hear more of those.

“Now, cyar’ika, move your finger down onto your clit, drag it softly through it. Very softly, treat it like the precious thing it is. You sound glorious, you are being magnificent and oh, so obedient. Now press harder, back and forth, drag it back and forth harder. Faster, now. You must look splendid, I bet that pretty mouth of yours has a fantastic shape right now. Perfect for me. That’s enough, stop.”

You whined pathetically, but complied. A needy sound escaped your throat as your fingers twitched, right above where you needed them, and Echo made soothing noises peppered with praises that had you dangerously close to losing it. His voice had turned huskier and breathier in reaction to your moans, but he still sounded quite composed, unlike you.

“Echo, please,” a hoarse plea.

“Is Echo again, hmm? What happened with ‘sir’, I liked that one. But I have to admit that hearing my name on your lips, begging for me to keep talking is making me lose control a little, cyar’ika, and that doesn’t happen often, I can guarantee you that.

“Guide your hand down again, and stop at your entrance, is it there where you need them? Yes, I thought so. Now, easy, just one finger, sink it in. Maker, it must be so warm and soft. Out and inside again, like that. Easy, mesh’la, was that a pleased sob? You are being so good. I think you deserve another finger. Fuck, that one was good. Oh, what I would do if I was there right now, I bet you would enjoy my thick fingers up your cunt better than yours. I would fuck you with them until you were screaming my name. Faster now, yes, faster. I can almost hear the squelching noises every time you pull them out. Can you feel yourself clenching around them? Go on, feel it for me.

“Those shuddering moans are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Do you know how hard I am right now? It’s almost painful, I’m hard and hot just for you, just for those sweet little cries. I know you are almost there, your panting is getting faster. Hush, don’t worry, I have you, you have all my attention. I’m not even touching myself, so if you give me one good enough, I will go up there to your office and fuck you hard against your desk as a reward.

“Do me a favour, mesh’la, stroke your clit with your thumb. Now. Good, ner cyar’ika.”

You came with a strangled moan, your orgasm wreaking havoc through your body, legs cramping over your hand with your fingers still inside you. When you came down from it, soft sobs fell uncontrollably from your lips, and you touched your clammy forehead with your shaky hand, trying to recover control of yourself. The sudden silence at the other side made you recover quicker.

“Echo? Are you still there?”

“Yes, cyar’ika, I’m still with you, I haven’t gone anywhere,” he sounded restrained, but there was a painful edge to his voice that told you it was forced.

“Was it— was it a good one?” You asked him shyly, still trying to get your breath under control.

“A good… Oh. Stars, cyar’ika.” Echo groaned and cursed under his breath, but his next words were softly spoken, a touch of concern in them. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, please, come here,” you said, more determined this time. You stood up and unlocked the door, but an accidental glance made you stop at your reflection in one of the panels. “Oh, wow, I look like a mess. First, I’ll need some time to fix myself.”

“Don’t even bother, ner cyar’ika, I’m planning on making a bigger mess of you. Over, Fourtwelve.”

The static at disconnecting the channel drowned your drawn-out moan, and you plumped down on your seat. It seemed that in this one, the receptionist managed to find a torrid romance for themselves at the end.

You couldn’t wait for your reward.

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[siennaditbot]

Sethos voice line thoughts as I'm procrastinating on going to bed wooo!!

Specifically the first one.

"See anything you like?"

The butterflies.

Like he'd let us have anything we wanted from the chest. No arguments. Like..

"Go ahead, it's yours."

"No no no, really. Take it."

...He seems kinda like a gift giver to me. Nothing extravagant, just.. little things. Sharing and stuff. Like..

"Wanna taste?"

"Nuh-uh, you obviously do. Here."

In some cases where we still don't agree he could add a teasing..

"Oh c'mon now. Say 'ahhh'.."

Other than food too, or course.

"Look at this. Fits you to a T, right?"

Or

"Hehe, don't worry, I got you covered. Bam, a copy for you, too!"

The third chest line is amazing too.

"Gaww, I'll get you next time."

Like he just wants to see our expressions by spooking us and joking around.

Def a fun person to hang with.

He definitely studies our expressions btw.

"Ha, no dice?"

"Pft, too abstract?"

Imagine the grin he gets-

(Ugh I'm so dead)

Also the good afternoon line?

"It's tempting to have a coffee at this hour, but it'll will ruin your afternoon naaap."

A playfully caring person. Learns our habits and laughs at them, but will indulge us anyway.

Idk, like...

"Wow, actual food for dinner today?"

"...No no no, not judging. Just poking fun."

Or

"You can say no if you don't wanna go, you know."

"Welp, I tried. Let's go watch you suffer then."

Or something idk lol

A fun and smug little prick. A bit dramatic.

"Interested in trying one of my limited edition, one-time-only delicacies?"

Absolutely. The butterflies this line gives me.

Would probably cook for us, too, and share other things he enjoys with us.

"This here is the aptly dubbed 'Sethos special'. Wanna give it a go?"

Or

"Only for the eyes of a few chosen ones! Count yourself lucky, my friend."

...Agghhhhh I may actually need to think up headcanons or little ficlets for this man

I've spent a million hours on c.ai and it doesn't suffice anymore, human writing is obviously way better but there isn't much of him yet and I do have some experience under my belt

Anyway stay tuned maybe

If for nothing else, then at least more random Sethos posting lol

There's so many more. Camping? Stars? The bonfire stuff? More cooking?? UGH

[vargaslovinghours]

EleVeN!11!!1! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10½)

Fuzzy Edgar forever. I don’t remember the context now, maybe there wasn’t any to begin with haha, he’s just so cute with slightly longer hair! And upset :)

Some Diaryfic snuggles ♥ Scriabin can be so sweet to him at the worst time ah, I love Edgar’s hard on his arm and Scriabin’s pulling his hair out of his injured eye 💕

While I was very inspired by the Red Flags meme going around (we’ll get there), I was just as inspired by Mixed Messages - this exchange is so silly and them to me. He’s just trying to flirt back, you don’t have to make it harder! That’s just what Scriabin does haha

🥐 🖕 D:’

What else did you expect Scriabin to do with texting capabilities?? I’m still very enamoured with the thought of Scriabin using emojis and Edgar using emoticons - they are sort of different generations!

Here’s the Red Flags! So gd catchy, damn lol. I was specifically inspired by the X is on a date with themself edits, it was so tempting to consider a Ladyverse version as well haha. Edgar’s uncomfortable smiles were so incredibly fun hehe ♪

Y’see because with that many eyes- you get it

Edgar’s little “Or do I??” makes me laugh haha, anything to get out of this situation!

Waiter Jake ❤️💕💖💞💗 Rescue him!

Very inspired by this one specifically, he’s totally innocent! Not offputting at all! ♥

Alright well good luck with that bye. I love Edgar being menaced into continuing this date hehe ♫

Scriabin just keeping on the pressure for this date to keep going! Slight neg in “Couldn’t you have dressed up a little nicer though? ✨” pft

Brief aside with Scriabin!Edgar out drinking with my OC Mint who has very openly had a crush on the Vargases for a while now, thanks Mint

Honestly it was all just an excuse to turn him down and have Scriabin call Edgar his “landlord” haha; I was feeling nostalgic and went back to reread some old YuGiOh fics and had been so long away that I forgot that was a term used in the fandom to refer to the bodies of people the various Yamis would take over hehe ♪ It felt very fitting!

I can call him that but don’t you call him that >:(

Angy Scriabin!Edgar, the usual

Handplates re/reading doodles!! Hghgh!!! The theses of these stories of codependent relationships cut me to my very core I’ll have you know 💕 I managed to avoid falling down the rabbit hole of Handplates!Vargas but I was this close, lemme tell you. The subtle shift in phrasing changes so much ;; I love them dearly

A kind-of leftover WOY style Scriabin, since I made his hair all pointy in my first doodles - the WOY style is quite soft and round! He looks very silly hehe

Another song that is, yes, unironically in my Vargas playlist. This is a Nny song to me and you can pry it from my cold dead correct hands. That beautiful facial hair ♪

More Handplates/Vargas, this time obviously inspired by my holiday request 💕💖💞 I honestly rather like how calm Gaster seems whenever he’s in Edgar’s vicinity, he is a fairly unassuming human haha. Is it because he doesn’t laugh very often? Oh no that’s sad actually haha

I’m not done with Blank Slate Ch. 4 just yet - hopefully soon! - but this lineup stands out to me especially since I made it while rereading Handplates. Specifically after Gaster is pulled out of the Void - Gaster having to face the people he loves who have no memory of him really spoke to me in a Blank Slate way - the scenario of being able to completely start over and have never done anything to hurt your loved ones, at the expense of never having done anything to them, as far as they’re concerned, ah! It hurts so beautifully!! That’s one of the central themes I’m chasing so it was so cool to see in that context! Very inspiring ♥

So remember how in my Sims post, one Vargas family ended up with two Todds? Well what if that but actually

Twin Todd AU, just try and stop me

The saddest little twins y’ever did see ahh 💔 Having to share Shmee because there’s just the one of him! Who has a greater need :’0

I actually went and skimmed the SQUEE! comics to get a better grasp on the Casils, I’d forgotten basically everything haha. It seemed in keeping that if they could barely keep track of the one Todd, they wouldn’t bother even differentiating between two :’) Taking Todd shifts to better share the load

At least they have each other! More helpful than a stuffed bear who eats trauma? On par at least?

I also happened to catch this screenshot of the Todds gossiping about their shadow-dad, though I’m not sure who had seen him :0 By now I have found an adoption memory-loss prevention mod - thank goodness :D - but it wasn’t installed at the time! :0 Blue Todd is the Todd who’d already been the Vargases’ kid, Red Todd is newly-adopted Todd :)

Greetings in order! One of the Todds came by to scout out this strange new person

It’s a name to go by, if nothing else

Reporting back from the field, he has served his big narrative influence hehe ♥

Uh, yeah, about that- While I don’t doubt you were seeing double at times, uhm-

Surprise! Double the sons!

Only so much space in this apartment! They’re probably used to sharing a space to sleep weh, the implications of this AU are sad! I have no one to blame but myself haha

I have never been able to give up this twisted love I have for Edgar getting flustered about incredibly silly things and Scriabin chiding him with just his name haha ♥ Real twins do not delegitimize whatever the hell you two are to each other 💕

Who me? An affinity for how names shape identity and what it means to be a whole separate person? In love with this story in particular? You must be mistaken. But really, what would their name(s) be? I also love the subtle differences even just here - one Todd speaks up for the other! Dynamics ✨

1994, 2004, basically the same year innit. Scriabin is so much more on the up-and-up about the latest technology than Edgar, that old man

In which the offscreen is me lol, I was so blown away by how much more advanced the Sims 2 was from the Sims 1 ♥ Scriabin doesn’t need a box with a program in it, he has the absolute funnest toy in the world already!

And isn’t that the most important part ♪

Scriabin immediately makes himself and hooks up with every Sim he can, Edgar uncomfortable and totally not watching a~ny of the animations hehe ♪ Honestly though, the thought of Scriabin being genuinely excited to virtually get it on with any-and-every delights me haha

Look. Look, okay, look- If I could choose what to be inspired by, I would but sometimes

Obviously Scriabin would be a long Furby lol, this exchange can be summarized to “Scriabin no D:” “Scriabin yes >:D”

He’s complaining that Edgar ignoring him sleeping is boring haha

I did briefly lose my mind over how the Furbish word for “I/me/my/mine” is all the same - linguistically it makes sense, self-possessive, but in this, in their context ♥

Based on that one Wojak format - looks into the camera like “Yes. I am in your head. Insanity tracks” pfft

And it’s @jaspravex with the steel chair!! I hadn’t drawn any of them in like a month and then all of a sudden- I was 1000% not expecting to be hit with such a huge wave of inspiration but gosh and dang did this line of thought light me up. The implication! The jealousy! Wow that’s a lot all at once I wasn’t expecting ♥ Somehow these two never ended up on my shipping chart, dynamics I swear haha ✨

There’s September through February for the fourth go ‘round! Wild when I put it like that :0 Like clockwork, these lads ♪

[ewingstan]

Hey its our guys :)

Always interesting to hear about how the heroes regarded the Undersiders. I remember how Lisa talked about different levels of villainy in her "cops and robbers" spiel from 3.6:

So there’s capes like you and me, where we go out in costume and it’s fun.  Maybe we have some agenda or goals, but at the end of the day, we’re getting our thrills, blowing off steam and living a second life.  Then there’s the crazies.  The people who are fucked up in the head, maybe dangerous if there’s not something or someone to help keep them in line.  The people who take it all too seriously, or those guys you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of, even if they didn’t have powers.  Lung, Oni Lee, Heartbreaker,” she paused.  “Bitch.”

Its kind of weird to be reminded that "oh yeah, obviously everyone outside of the Undersiders (and maybe Taylor specifically) would consider Rachel a monster on par with Lung and Heartbreaker." But its also interesting to see that Victoria's opinion of "Hellhound" (seriously you've worked with her by now Vicky you can use a name she goes by) hasn't seem to have updated. We know that Rachel is out in the woods of Gimmel with her gang now, not driving people out like she was in Brockton Bay. Capes like Vista and Miss Militia seem to have no problem working with her even outside the context of class S threats by now. While Victoria's talking about Brockton Bay's past here, she's talked about Rachel in the same way before. Is she unable to update her perception of Rachel? Can't move past the images of people with dogbites the size of sharkbites forced out of their homes?

I also really didn't expect "actually improved the infrastructure of his territory" to be part of Regent's legacy. Wonder how much of that was him and how much of that was Coil/Lisa/Brian. That he'd be singled out for representing that sort of warlord is perplexing, as is her not mentioning Grue or Skitter.

Pft.

[ripdragonbeans]

Do You Believe In Fate // Pt. 2 // Aegon II x Reader

Summary: You've entered high school and Aegon is...different.

Warnings: None

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

As you entered high school it was clear that Aegon at school was very different from Aegon at home. When it was you and the siblings he'd be joking around and having fun with you guys. But as soon as he got to school he'd completely ditch you and his brother and sister. It annoyed you to no end. Even when he tried to explain it to you he made no sense.

Leaving school alone, you wondered when Aegon would catch up with you. He always did.

“Hey! Sorry, Cassandra and Sara kept me a little longer than I anticipated,” he chuckled. “Gods, they're just so fucking hot -”

“Why the fuck do you do this?” You snapped at him.

Confusion was etched onto Aegon’s face. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you totally chill when it's just me and your siblings but as soon as someone else gets involved you throw us to the side? It's tiring, Aeg.”

“Pft, I don't throw you to the side.”

“Really? When was the last party you invited us to?”

“Cregan’s winter party! You were there!”

“No, we weren't. You came back home high as fuck and smelled like alcohol. You kept trying to tell me how you almost had a make out session with Cassandra and Sara until one of their then-boyfriends caught you.”

Aegon stared off wistfully. “That was a good ass party. You should've been there.”

“That's the point, Aegon. We weren't. We're never with you outside my house or yours.”

“Oh, give me a break. We're still as close as we were when we were kids.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? Are you sure about that?”

“‘Course I am!”

“Fine,” you stopped in your tracks and turned to him. “A little quiz then, since we're still so close.”

Aegon looked a little worried but quickly converted it into a cocky smile.

“What's my first class?” You questioned him.

“Human anatomy.”

“Good for you. Which lunch period do I have?”

“Second.”

“Nope, third. It sucks,” you took a breath. “What sport do I play?”

“Oh, easy! You play lacrosse!”

Your face dropped and you ignored his answer. “Who was the last person I dated?”

“Um… was it Jason?”

“No, Aegon. I haven't dated anyone.”

“That was a trick question!”

“No, it wasn't. And lacrosse? Aegon, we played on the same football team for years! You haven't been paying attention!” Your voice got louder and louder. “Ever since you started high school I've been thrown aside so you could get high and drunk with your friends and then make out with whichever girls are desperate enough!”

He stared at you with a blank face before a knowing grin spread across it. “You're just jealous.”

“Ha! Jealous of what?”

“Jealous of all those girls. We’ve been friends for years and we’ve never kissed. You’re jealous that I do this with a bunch of other girls and not you.”

“Aeg. What the actual fuck? You think we’re only friends because I want to get in your pants? You know that’s not true.”

“Hm. A shame then. You’re hot as fuck.” He licked his lips as he looked you up and down.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re deflecting, Aeg.”

“I’m not deflecting anything.” His eyes hardened. “Fine, if you’re not jealous of those girls who get way more attention from me than you ever did, then you’re jealous that other people are better than you in every way possible. And that they're better for me than you ever were.”

You stared at him. “You did not just say that.”

When Aegon was staring back at you, you could've sworn you saw some regret but if there was he threw that expression away. Just like what he did to you.

“Okay. Fine. I'll see you whenever, Aegon.” You turned on your heel and left him behind. 

Tears threatened to spill as you walked away but you kept them in. You hoped Aegon would come to his senses and follow you but he didn't. When you were a good distance away you turned around. He was still there. Standing and staring at the direction you went. You weren't sure if he could see you but you flipped him off before turning around again and continuing your way home.

When you got home, the first thing you did was text Helaena and Aemond and ask them to meet you at your place. When they asked what was wrong all you said was Aegon and they came sprinting over.

“Babe, what's wrong?” Helaena wiped away your tears then gently wrapped her arms around you.

“He's an asshole, you know that,” Aemond stated.

Helaena broke away from the hug ever so slightly so you could look at her. “Tell us what he did, sweetie.”

After a few more broken sobs, you were able to catch your breath. “He left me. He told me there were people than me out there, better for him. I've supported him all these years, I've never knocked him down. Why the fuck would he do this? What did I do? I want to fix it so badly,” your voice broke.

“Sweetie, you did nothing, I promise.”

“Yeah,” joined Aemond. “You did nothing wrong. He's being a dick and thinking with it. You don't have to fix anything.”

“But I want to,” you insisted. “I don't know what I'd do without him.”

Helaena looked at you with soft eyes and took you hand in hers. “In all the years I've known you, I've seen you at your happiest with Aegon. Are you two chaotic? In your own special way.” She laughed. “As for Aegon, I don't know what he's thinking. He's stupid. His true smiles are when he's with you, I've seen it over and over again.”

“Whatever he's trying to do, it'll bite him in the ass,” Aemond chimed in.

You forced yourself to laugh. “I hope so. Fuck, I'm so frustrated with him but I miss him so badly.”

“Love is rough, sweetie,” Helaena shrugged.

It took a moment for what she said to sink into your head. “Love?”

“Yes, girl. Love.”

“Someone should tell him that so he'll stop being a dick.”

Aemond sat down. “You know he'd deny it. He's scared of things like that. Instead he's gonna get high, drink, and maybe fuck his way into oblivion.”

“Great, just what I wanted to hear.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Give him some time,” Helaena suggested. 

“How much time?” You were exhausted already.

“As long as you can endure it. He'll be worth it in the end.”

Despite the harsh tension between the two of you, you still walked to school together every morning. Something was always tugging at you to go to Aegon. You assumed the same must go for him since he hasn't said anything about walking together. Walking together was like a sign of peace, that your friendship wasn’t completely gone. It was a comfortable silence, walking with him, but it always broke as soon as you arrived at school.

“Ahhhh! Aegon!” A girl ran past you and took Aegon into her arms. It was Cassandra. “It's the last day! Never have to come back to this shit hole again,” she laughed.

“Hey, Cassandra. Hell yeah, I'm ready to get out of here.”

“And who's this?” She turned to you.

Cassandra knew who you were, or she should have. 

“Don't mind me, I'm just walking. Not doing anything, really.”

“This is… you know her,” he gestures to you. He acted like he rarely spoke to you.

Cassandra gave you one quick look over. “Nope. Never seen her in my life.” Her eyes widened, “Oh, my gods, Aegon, are you dating her?”

“No! I'm not dating her, that would be weird,” he laughed. 

Aegon and Cassandra walked a bit away from you. You just stood there and watched them; it was all you could do.

“If you're not dating her then,” Cassandra leaned into him. “Maybe you'll go out with me?”

You rolled your eyes, of course she’d ask to be his girlfriend. She just wanted to get into his pants. She's been trying to get with him this whole year.

“How's this for an answer?” Aegon swept her into his arms and captured her in a deep kiss. 

They almost didn't stop. The kiss kept deepening and deepening until they were practically sucking each other's souls out. His hands were tight around her waist and wedged a knee between her legs. When you heard a small moan you knew you had to leave but something glued you to the spot. All you could do was stare at them as your heart broke.

Aegon leaned down and whispered something in her ear that you couldn't hear but whatever it was made her blush and giggle. You were about to walk away when Aegon smacked her ass and gave her one last kiss. Without ever looking at you, Aegon went into the building holding Cassandra’s hand.

You were numb the rest of the day. And the next. And the next. It seemed never ending. With no school to attend, you mainly just stayed home in your bedroom. You killed time with various activities; watching tv, playing video games, talking to Helaena and Aemond. They invited you over, and you accepted once, but you kept running into Aegon, who wouldn’t look at you. Since then you insisted that Helaena and Aemond hang out at your place instead.

Once he started dating Cassandra, almost everything changed. Almost. While he avoided you, you could still feel his burning gaze on you when he thought you wouldn’t catch him. You refused to react. He never hung out with you anymore. Communication ended as well. No calls, no texts, no other social media messages. Aegon, however, was still very active on social media. He was constantly posting pictures of him and Cassandra doing whatever it is that couples do. You should’ve blocked her, but Cassandra posted frequently about how lucky she was to be with Aegon. It made you sick.

“Listen to this Hel,” you put on a high pitched voice, “‘Getting that golden hour light with my golden boy!’ and then there’s a kissy emoji and the hot n’ thirsty emoji. Ugh, I want to barf.”

Helaena picked up a new thread; she was cross stitching. “I don’t know what you’re expecting, of course she’s gonna post that kind of couple-y stuff. I bet if you stopped looking at it you wouldn’t feel as sick, either.”

“I want to stop looking but -”

“- But you can’t.” Aemond walked in and plopped down in a chair. “You can’t explain it but you find yourself wanting to see everything he’s doing.”

You turned to Aemond. “Yeah…that’s exactly what I want.”

“You’re gonna end up torturing yourself until those two break up.”

“And until you two make up,” Helaena pointed out.

“He has to apologize first.” You crossed your arms.

“As he should,” Helaena nodded. “But you might have to start that conversation.”

“Ugh, why do I have to be the bigger person?”

“Don’t think of it as being the bigger person but more like you’re egging on a dog to do something.”

“Lovely.”

Whenever Cregan Stark wanted to throw a party, he’d throw a big ass party. This one was no different. It was a “goodbye to summer” party at his house, parents were gone, of course. Although at this point his parents probably supplied him with the money willingly since he’ll throw it anyway.

You walked into the party. It was just as you thought it would be; loud and dark. Pulling your dress down you were thinking of all the creative ways you could get back at Helaena and Aemond, if their plan fails, of course. If it’s successful you’ll owe them a life debt.

All around you were couples making out here and there, people dancing on the main floor, and others in the kitchen drinking whatever concoction was made for the night. Then there were the party-goers like you; reluctantly walking around but trying to pretend they’re having a good time. You were out here on a mission, though. Aegon had been avoiding you all summer and you were going to confront him about it.

Music pounded so loudly you could feel it in your bones. People were touching you no matter where you went; there wasn’t a lot of room. Some guy would come up from behind and try to grind on you but you were quick to push them away and flip them off. Some would laugh at you and move on and others would get pissed and yell a bit. Either way you just kept on walking. Then you found Cregan.

“Hey! Um, have you seen Aegon?” you yelled over the music.

Cregan turned to you. “Who are you?” He scrunched his eyes to get a better look at you, as though you were blurry. “Oh, I know you. You’re the girl that follows Aegon around. He’s upstairs. I’m sure if you’d want to join them they’d be happy to let you in on the action.” He winked.

Your heart plummeted. For some reason it didn’t cross your mind that he’d be with Cassandra at a party. But you steeled your nerves and went upstairs anyway.

“Aegon?” you timidly called out.

No one responded to you specifically but you heard his name again. But you didn’t say it.

You stood outside the door, not knowing what to do. There was some giggling before the door opened and Cassandra appeared.

“Were you there the entire time? Fucking weirdo!” Cassandra turned to him.

You could see Aegon behind Cassandra.

He shrugged. “Who is it anyway?”

“Um,” she looked you over. “Oh, it’s that one girl that follows you all the time.”

“I do not follow him all the time,” you sneered.

Cassandra cocked her head and put a hand on her hip. “Then why were you snooping?”

You clenched your hands. “I was looking for Aegon, hoping to talk to him but I found he was busy.”

“And yet you stayed.” Cassandra pouted. “You poor, poor thing. It’s never going to happen. Anyway,” she turned to face Aegon briefly. “I’ll see you downstairs, baby.”

As Cassandra left she made sure to hit you with her shoulder. Ignoring her, you held your ground and waited for Aegon to come out of the room. Of course, he came out shirtless. When he locked eyes with you he just stared. Nothing was said. He almost looked guilty.

The words came out before you could stop them. “Glad to see you’re still thinking with your dick.”

“Glad to see you're not as much of a prude as I thought you were.” He leaned against the door frame. “If you wanted me so badly you could’ve joined us. But I don’t think you’re one to share.”

“No, I’m not,” you said with gritted teeth.

“Let me guess, you wanted to talk?” He was taunting you.

“Yes, actually,” you stepped closer to him. “You’ve been ignoring me all summer. Why?”

“Because I have a girlfriend. Next question.”

“That’s not an answer, Aeg. You know that. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What, like you haven’t been avoiding me?” There was anger in his eyes. “You’re never at the house anymore, you don’t text or anything. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Friendship is a two way street, you know that.”

“Oh friends, are we? Didn’t know we were still friends.”

You ran a hand down your face. “Yes, we are. I know I got mad at you, but I just - you know - fuck.”

Aegon looked down at you. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He turned to go back into the room.

“Do you really want to stay with Cassandra?” you blurted out.

He stopped in his tracks. “What? Of course I don’t really want to stay with her, she’s just fun before I leave.”

“She’s just fun.”

“Yeah, so? She thinks of me as just fun, too. It’s not that deep.”

For a while the two of you stood there in silence. It was almost as comfortable as it used to be. Almost. Despite the silence you barely heard Aegon.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You just looked at him.

“I said I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath. “I pushed you away and I’m sorry.”

“Is that it?” You were hoping for more.

“Do you want more?”

“Well, there’s more to say.”

“Then you say it!” He threw his hands up in the air.

“No, you know what’s missing!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Aegon, please, say more, say the rest. It can’t just be me. I know - I mean, you have to feel it too, right?”

Aegon’s eyes widened. “No. I’m not gonna say that. I’m with Cassandra, you know that.”

“You just said it was only for fun.” Tears began to gather in your eyes. 

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care for her. Or you.”

You grabbed his hands. “Aegon, tell me you feel it too, please. There’s a tug between us, there always has been. Why won’t you say it?”

He gently pulled his hands away from yours. “Because I don’t feel anything. I’m sorry. You’re just a friend.”

“Don't say that, please.”

“Do you want me to lie?” 

A tear rolled down your cheek. “Fine,” you sniffled and wiped away that singular tear. “Let's just forget this ever happened, okay? I'll leave you alone.”

As you turned to leave it was Aegon’s turn to stop you. Closing his hand around your wrist, he pulled you back. He opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it instead.

“Yeah, figured.” You nodded. “Goodbye, Aegon.”

Not really caring about anything, you walked back to Helaena's house. While walking, you were constantly pulling your dress down. It was a stupid decision, a stupid thought, to think that you could win Aegon over. Despite his denial, you still believed there was something between you two. There always has been. Maybe he was just too scared to acknowledge it.

[lemonmatronics]

I know the idea of Metal sneaking around in an organic disguise and ending up finding some joys in life through it isn’t the most original idea but MAN it sure it one that keeps me up at night (right now)

Like it’s such a simple idea on base level but there’s so much you can do with it

Like, okay we’ll go with IDW canon for this hypothetical

She gets this disguise and sneaks into the resistance, tries to avoid the main crew as much as she can but low and behold Amy mistakes her for Sonic and boom hug! Can’t fault Amy much tho, they legit look alike! Shit, she’s asking for a name, now Metal needs to think of a fake name! She looks around, what could she use!? Shit uhhh “Sky!”

Dumb. That’s dumb. Amy doesn’t question it though, and nor the looking around, odd. What’s she offering!? A tour!? Oh no! Wait- no. Oh yes! Secrets!

Drats, she doesn’t actually show Metal any secrets because that mf is new here. Now she’s just meeting a bunch of people she doesn’t care about! Damn, if she could feel pain that fake smile would be hurting right about now.

What’s this? Meet Belle? Meet Belle!? BELLE!? OH NOOOO. Nope she’s gotta go! But what’s this!? Gasp, Amy seems oddly insistent that “Sky” meets Belle before she goes. This is bad, Belle will definitely recognize her, they’re linked! She’ll see right through the lie-! What-? Belle isn’t calling anything out,, is the disguise blocking stuff out?

Ha! Of course! Eggman is a genius, how could he overlook something so obvious? Silly Metal, how did you ever doubt him!?

Still, something feels..wrong….feels..wrong…weird…Pft. God forbid a gal have some intuition! Nothing weird about it! Just, get out of there as soon as possible!

Pausing the flow here because the more I write this the more I wanna legit turn it into a full fic bUT there’s legit so much you can do with it

Metal having for force herself to be civil with Sonic to not blow cover

Meeting characters she usually never would, especially in a casual setting like this

Meeting other robots!! Like imagine her having to talk with Omega or Gemerl!! That would be so fucking funny man

Seeing nature without having to destroy it and wondering so many things. Why is this stuff useful? Why is,, destroying it useful?

Going off that one hc I saw a bit ago, goofy hijinks, she thinks normal ass machines are alive too and talks to them and everyone thinks she’s crazy

Predicable coming from me but gender realizations???

Like come on!! Ik it’s used a lot but damnit the disguise plotline is used a lot for a reason and I think it’s really fun

[base0h]

Please only do if you want to, but I loved the imitating your SO a bit too much and I’m a shit stirrer. What would the other guys from One Piece do if you were imitating them? 👀

a/n - dw I’m gonna cause as much trouble as I can for you lmao- and I’m assuming ace is a good choice because of your pfp 👀 tysm for requesting! (I’m so sorry if I didn’t end up writing the character you wanted originally 😭)

Warnings ⚠️ - not proofread, g/n reader

Mocking Ace + Corazon + Luffy

Ace

- this boy is a really sweet guy! All he wants is for you to be safe and sound :)

- being the s/o of fire fist ace was pretty cool other than the fact that whenever you cuddled with him- you’d get pretty hot quickly lmao

- he gets sad whenever you have to take a break from cuddling him and turn the ac on in the summer 🥺

- “y/n come back-“

- “ace you’re really warm.. I’ll be back in five minutes ok?”

- “🥺 I need cuddles though.”

- you had to slightly laugh at your boyfriend’s cute little sad face he made

- “I need cuddles tho-“ you said, trying to make the same puppy dog eyes he was making

- I think you made him cry.

- … I’m not in a shit stirring mood anymore bec these characters are rlly sweet and soft 😭

- you even imitated his voice just to poke fun and tease his little needy self

- You didn’t expect to make him feel bad and sulk while hugging a pillow- !

- he turned away from you and silently just- (broke down) inside while cuddling a cold pillow which he thought was a poor replacement of your cuddles

- the poor boy was so hurt by your actions, and you didn’t even mean for it to be that way 😭

- you had to apologize and give him plenty of hugs and kisses to get this golden retriever energy boy back on his feet lol

- “Ace it was a joke- I’m sorry! I love your cuddles-“ You tried to say, wrapping your arms around the man, cupping his cheeks in your hands

- “… I don’t make that face.” He mentioned softly, burying his head in your chest like a little baby needing attention

- “Pft- you do through.”

- “do not.”

- “do too.”

- “… do not.”

Corazon

- this man is the definition of a gentle giant :)

- 9’7 (ty @ewfilthymundane for telling me cuz I thought this man was 6’0 for the longest time-) and all he needs is you 🥺

- The problem with being so large is that sometimes he can suffocate you when he lays on top of you while hugging your torso

- So maybe it’s better for you to lay on top of him instead of the other way lmao

- but you still let him cuddle you because his cuddles are the best ✨

- he sometimes works for days on end, so when he returns, he literally just- collapses into you like a pile of mush 😭

- you’re on the sofa, and he just- bleh

- “Rosi, welcome home..” you said, kissing his forehead, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair

- man was kinda drowsy- so he looked a bit hazey

- “Mmm.. thank you baby..” His arms subconsciously just wrapped around you, his legs curling up underneath yours

- he was snuggling closer to you as you were just watching some tv, but you decided to poke some fun (bec yes. Shit stirring mood)

- you grabbed his old beanie, putting it on your head and quickly trying to put on the lipstick without your sleepy boyfriend noticing

- (this is at a time when he’s a marine now :)

- “What are you doing y/n?..” He asked drowsily, slightly opening his eyes to check what all the commotion was about

- His eyes immediately widened when he saw your whole new look

- “Silent.” You said, snapping your fingers like he would always do

- man was shook

- but also extremely confused because when he’s tired like this, his brain isn’t functioning lmao

- “wh- why are you wearing my beanie…?”

- “You don’t like it??”

- “No-! It looks good on you- but why are you- wait. WAS THAT ME YOU WERE IMPERSONATING?!”

- … Cora 💀

- “YES YOU-“

- cut him some slack lmao he sets his shoulder on fire everyday

- man was shook x10

- omg he was actually kind of scared, and embarrassed 😭

- “Y/n- please don’t impersonate me..”

- “Why?? You’re so cute!”

- You pinched his cheeks together, and it made him feel a bit better that you thought of him that way :)

- I mean he still didn’t enjoy being impersonated but- you ended up giving him kisses later with his lipstick on lmao

Luffy

- you dare to try and impersonate the absolute KING of impressions?!

- nah nah nah hold up

- “GOMU GOMU NOOOOOO!” You shouted, throwing your fists forward in front of Nami and Chopper

- “HAHA! You sound just like him!” Nami cackled, struggling to breathe

- it was like Luffy SMELLED the mocking going on like- he was there in front of you guys within seconds

- “Y/n. Was that me??”

- “Yes Luffy, who else says that.”

- “You’re the one who’s always telling me not to jump into the ocean! dOn’T jUmP inTo tHe oCeAn! YoU aTe a dEvIl fRuIt aNd CaN’T sWim-!” He said, trying to imitate your voice and movements

- you were offended

- “YOU’RE THE ONE OBSESSED WITH MEAT!”

- “YOU TELL ME IM DUMB ALL THE TIME!”

- “BECAUSE YOU ALMOST ACCIDENTALLY ATE CHOPPER!”

- “… Nami- will they stop?”

- “Once Sanji makes dinner they’ll settle down.”

- “I KNOW WHAT READING IS Y/N I’M NOT STUPID!”

- “OI! Dinner!” -Sanji

- “… I’ll race you!” -Luffy speeds to the kitchen like a madman

- god he was a handful. But you love him 😭

- “see? all Luffy needs is food.” -Nami

a/n - hehe these were funny 😭

<3

[fp-am]

something to write?

hmm...

First time that Orange sees snow?

kind of short, but here’s a young Second discovering snow

heehee

-

(Third Person POV)

Circa, 2015

“We have another animation to make, Second.”

“Ok!”

It was around Christmas time of 2015. Second was still young and curious, being nurtured and cared for on Alan’s current computer. He’d never seen much of the outside world besides a few scenes and drawings of nature.

He always asked his friends about all the things he’d yet to learn. So far, he loved every drop of information he has consumed.

Today was another busy day. A simple background animation commission for Christmas time. Second was still new to the whole Christmas thing, but was excited to learn more.

Second started drawing pine trees and sketching a landscape, giving it a cool night sky with stars. He glanced over at Alan. To his confusion, he was drawing some white marks on the perfect trees and grass that he had just drawn.

“Alan, what are you doing?”

“wdym?”

“Why are you putting white marks on the background?”

“do you not know about snow?”

“..snow?”

“it’s something that comes around during the winter. when it gets too cold, the rain drops in the clouds freeze up and turn into little shards of ice. that’s what we call snow. once the snow falls, it bunches up and stays on the ground due to the cold weather.”

“Ohh.. it’s like ice.. but smaller?”

“kind of. Why don’t you touch it?”

Second curiously looked at the snow Alan drew. Leaping over, he stuck a hand in. He pulled it out almost immediately.

“Ah! Cold!”

“pft. well of course it’s cold. but its fun to play around with. watch.”

With a smile, Alan drew some more snow, then used his mouse to roll it up into a few balls. Placing them on top of eachother, he drew some accessories for the snowman.

“Woah!”

“see? here, try.”

Drawing some accessories, Alan handed them to Second and backed up.

Scooping up some, Second started building his own snowman. But, every single time, the snow crumbled. He started to get angry, but eventually, he figured it out. Carefully, he stuck on the accessories.

“There! It’s not.. uh.. good but.. I did it.”

“I think it looks great.”

“You’re just saying that..”

“no. It’s really great, Sec.”

“But yours is way better.”

“It’s only ‘better’ because I used a mouse. I didn’t put any effort into it. yours has heart put into it.”

That made Second smile a little.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Well..”

..Second jumped directly into his own snowman, letting it crumble and go down.

“?????”

“Haha! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! I like how soft it is.. I could take a nap in it.”

“why are you always so sleepy”

“I don’t know, but I feel like if I closed my eyes right here, I could just sleep.”

“wouldn’t it be too cold?”

“I don’t think so..” Second yawned, snuggling into the cold, soft lump of snow that used to be a snowman. “Mmmh.. I actually think it’s just right.”

Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

…

It was hours later when Second awoke.

“Mmmph..? Huh?”

“oh, you’re up”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Yep”

“Oh.. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I finished it anyway.”

Second looked around. With all the shading and the snowflakes falling from the sky, it was beautiful.

“Wow..”

“what is it?”

“It’s so pretty..”

“hm. I guess you’re right.”

Suddenly, Second sneezed and sniffled.

“Ah.. what was that?”

“It looks like your sick from sleeping in the snow. you might have a cold.”

“Like.. a sickness?”

“Mhm. cmon. let’s get you in bed so you can get to feeling better..”

“Ok.”

Second left with a smile that night.

Snow. What a curious thing.

[hit-tab]

Guess who's back! Yep, it's @insufficientchill's Conall and @ritens' Lane! I took a few too many screenshots, so brace yourself. <3

Yeah, bud, that's the whole point of this party comp. I thought it'd be fun. Don't you worry about it! It'll be fiiine.

I'm sure Conall and Lane only have the best of opinions after seeing me fail this levitation-jump five times in a row because I refused to waste a harpy snare beacon. I mean, it's a jump over the brine so I can try as many times as I want without consequence...except for the rapidly dwindling respect of my pawn's friends.

Speaking of, check out this cool underwater shot I got while getting eaten by the brine. Neat, huh?

Here's a shot of Conall being awesome. Fire suits him so well! Mage vocations have such a cool aesthetic, I swear.

And here's Lane kidnapping a knacker(?) that knocked me down. It always tickles me when pawns do that.

"Lane, was that your arrow?" "'Twas not me." "..."

Guys I know you're very excited to pal around but please look out for monsters.

I think René misses being a warrior...

I managed to get a cool shot of Lane, finally. Look at him! He's so ready to wreck face!

My new favourite hobby...equipping a bow specifically so that I can kick rocky saurians. And maybe also other saurian-type monsters. I'm really not too picky.

The whole team is working together! Look how cool everyone is! It's so rare to get them all in one shot that doesn't look like they're all doing their own, random thing.

Conall helping me out after I got wasted by a goreminotaur...thanks, man. Sorry it wasn't the monster you were after. Where's Lane and René? Just over there? They're high-fiving and/or fist-bumping? Oh... ;-;

I was trying to capture a bunch of little victory poses and Lane was having none of it haha.

I don't think Conall knows how to deal with René's shenanigans, the poor guy. (Also check out Lane hiding in the tall grass like a wild pokemon pft.)

Look at these two and their lining up perfectly and their matchy bows. I forget what they were aiming at...probably a bat.

René, buddy, I'm not sure that's going to work. Max rank and he still isn't quite sure how to be an archer smh. Glitches are fun.

Er...Conall? I'm not sure we needed this spell for one teeny little minotaur that had a sliver of its health left, but at least we completed your quest.

René is way too happy about the meteors.

Camping: miserable and wet edition. The poor pawns sitting in the rain...

I had so much fun with Conall and Lane this past couple of sessions! We all got a little dinged up (no tank no real healer) but that might have also been because I went wandering around the volcano area and everyone kept stepping in lava rip. Nothing a little more resting couldn't solve. Sorry in advance if they complain about their burned feet when I send them back.

I actually did Lane's quest first, but sadly didn't get any pictures of us fighting the golem...s? I think we fought two of them. Yeah, one on the volcanic island and another in mainland Battahl, I'm pretty sure. Something about golems makes me forget to take pics I swear.

Anyway, this party comp is surprisingly viable. I only switched to my magick bow for things like spooky ghosts and dragonkin. Everything else was three bow one sorc baybee! SO much fun.

(I haven't sent them back yet! Will do soon.)

Bonus victory pose I have never seen:

Behold. René's applauding. And because there's an enemy in the distance, he's applauding angrily!

I love it so much?? He just-- looks SO mad haha.

[an-au-blog]

Thinking about Shuggy college au and got to thinking about the relative ages of other characters and now I’m thinking of end of High school aged Frobin. Robin is that loner goth girl turned popular goth girl that is still seen as a bit odd but she’s smart and helpful and has a slightly morbid sense of humor that just endears her to her classmates. Franky is that loud jock who comes to school in way too short shorts even when the weather doesn’t permit for it. You’d think he’s a huge dumbass from the way he acts sometimes but he actually knows a lot of stuff and gets decent grades and is pretty nifty with machines (Also sometimes babysitting his kid neighbor Usopp and teaching him how to not hit his thumb with a hammer). Both of them having this kind of „end of a slow burn“ relationship where Franky is trying to gather his nerves and tell his long term friend that he has feelings for her and it’s completely fine if she doesn’t, but also she’s going to move to college after the end of this school year and he’s afraid about what that means for them and not to mention he’s „smart“ but Robin is like „SMART smart“ and is going to study history and oh GOD what if this is the thing that makes them loose contact and Oh god, oh no, oh fuck.

… probably ends with her just spontaneously taking his hand and asking HIM out, completely oblivious that he has been fretting over this for almost an entire school year. Just felt like the right thing to do to her. A decision she made right that moment.

I... I never really calculated her years in the college au and at first I thought, pft, she won't be that old but then... like she IS around 10/11 years older than Luffy and assuming he's around 5/6 she'd be in her last years of school omg D:' I'm supposed to be good at math how did I not see this???

Also you have no idea how happy I am, this is my first frobin ask I was so happy when I saw it and then my happiness doubled because it's the college au hahaha :')

If I haven't given you a name, can I call you Franon? Or Fronan?? (haha cuz frobin + anon...)

(Edit: by the time I was halfway through writing this post, I realized I've written an entire subplot lol':))

Robin is definitely that weird kid in school that's a bit too smart for her own good and most teachers just think she's a smartass. The type that even though she moved schools and now she's pretty (and still a bit weird, just hides it better), she still has the outcast mentality. She doesn't know how to be herself and she definitely doesn't know what to do, react or even comprehend that someone wants to be friends with her. Let alone to be interested in her romantically.

Franky on the other hand is so outgoing because he's so weird. People will see him in a blizzard in his short shorts and sunglasses and go "how the heck are you not cold". He'd respond with "oh, I'm freezing! I have a parka and two cotton shirts under there!" and people would laugh along. The type to high-five and greet random people he's talked to once as if they've been friends for ages. I feel like he'd also kinda be the class clown but in a somewhat respectful way. There's a meme about someone calling Prometheus a mad lad and then Hermes a Chad, and I feel like that would be his vibe.

Also, I'm sorry Fronan/Franon, but I'm absolutely stealing the idea that Franky babysits Usopp and they have fun arts and crafts type of bonding. He'll need it for the stuff I've been planning for him and Yasopp >:]]]

Everyone assumes he's a moron, but it's until Robin sees him in one of his extracurricular advanced classes that she realizes he's not only smart but funny and fun to be around. It turns out that they also have a lot in common and quickly become friends.

Also him overthinking it and her asking him out is so on brand imo and I absolutely love it. And maybe here comes into play the fact that he's so friendly with everyone so he automatically assumes people like him so he doesn't know what signs for romantic feelings look like? And how she doesn't think anyone could like her in that way? I can imagine him trying to talk himself out of it because she's going places and what could he give her to make her be with him anyway. While she's sitting next to him already planning a schedule for their talks for their long distance relationship.

And of course, their long distance relationship works very well. They both love each other so much they try their best to have at least two or three nights to talk. In fact, their relationship has a very strong foundation of getting to know each other because of the physical separation.

Or so I'd like to think hehe :')