#they give off the same energy xd

[zsenilla]

Its the same picture

[allastoredeer]

My favorite appleradio dynamic is prejudiced Lucifer x sassy bitch Alastor.

In Dad Beat Dad, Alastor may have started the passive aggressive jabs, but Lucifer escalated to death threats (Alastor's head on a plate) with shocking ease.

Like: "Okay, Luci. You're at a 10 and I need you at a 2." Man literally needed less than half a reason to start that Loony Tunes bout.

I like to imagine it's a side effect of his need to control everything. Like he was fighting both sides of the argument rapid fire in his head and was then meeting the escalation of an imaginary Alastor.

Sort of like how he answered for/with Charlie when she thanked him mid-song for offering his help free of charge.

It's the type of overreaction that someone that aggravates others for fun would love! Enter Alastor, Certified Public Troll with only a passing acquaintance with self-preservation.

New Mission: How far can I go before this could be considered self-destructive tendencies?

Alastor unintentionally disproving Lucifer's "All sinners are the same" philosophy by just being the worst... and then Lucifer has to face the horrifying realization that he likes the bastard. XD

Lucifer: All sinners are bad.

Alastor: *being the absolute worst person Lucifer's ever met*

Lucifer: You know what, maybe other Sinners aren't that bad actually

But yes, prejudiced!Lucifer x sassybitch!Alastor is my bread and butter. It's so good. They clash so much and that's what makes it fun.

And literally, Alastor may have been passive aggressive first, but the way Lucifer ramped it up was impressive. I made a post before going over the scene when they officially met, and, like, Alastor's comments overall? Not very antagonist. Or, the words at least. Passive aggressive, sure, but the most outright antagonistisitc he got was when he called Lucifer short.

Whereas it was immediate dislike on Lucifer's side.

All Alastor said was (both in response to Lucifer's reaction to his bar and the very first time they spoke to each other): Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color! Don't you think?

And THIS was Lucifer's face ⬇️

"And you are?"

Like, Alastor didn't even sound that passive aggressive. The most I could give him was the smirky little face he gave Lucifer

(god, why is Alastor so pretty right here though??? maybe that's why Lucifer was so mad. Boi turn down those bedroom eyes, Luci can't think. That was Alastor's first plan. He was going to seduce the king of Hell, but then Lucifer insulted his bar, and he decided they were throwing hands instead).

I'm of the opinion that Lucifer was antagonist towards Alastor first and Alastor was just matching his energy (albeit very readily LMAO his eye was twitching the moment Lucifer walked through the door).

Also, yes, thank you for bringing up Lucifer answering for Charlie, cuz I think that's something a lot of people overlook.

Well, maybe he didn't answer for her exactly. I imagine it's just what he wanted her to say, but still, look at Charlie's face ⬇️

She doesn't look very comfortable.

In fact, she looked awkward, annoyed, frustrated, and uncomfortable throughout most of her interactions with Lucifer in this episode.

(there's a lot more but tumblr has a picture limit)

Wheras, this is what she was like with Alastor:

like

DAMN

Okay Luci, I see why your insecurities were firing on all cylinders.

We all know that Alastor wasn't genuine about being a father figure to her, but there has to be something to his and Charlie's relationship if she's looking at him like this. Especially in front of Lucifer.

I'm getting off topic though, I could do a WHOLE other post on my thoughts about Charlie's relationship with Lucifer VS Charlie's relationship with Alastor, and why it is the way that it is.

Anyway, yes, I agree with you. Lucifer 100% escalated the fight between him and Alastor. He went from zero to sixty with no hesitation, and he wasn't even AWARE of Alastor and Charlie's relationship yet. Essentially, the way I see it, he was acting that way toward Alastor for the sole reason that he's a Sinner which is the definition of prejudice.

And I want to clarify to anyone reading this, this isn't me hating on Lucifer. I love Lucifer. I love his character and his flaws and his insecurities. I love the way it all affects how he interacts with other characters, both negatively and positively. This is what makes him so interesting to me.

He holds so much capacity for love while also being so heavily flawed and it is 😙👌 delicious.

[swaps55]

When does Anderson realise what's going on between Sam and Kaidan?

After the Normandy goes down he glimpses into Kaidan's grief. When Kaidan starts fighting his way back after that he gets to know him better. When does the other shoe drop? He knows Sam so well, shouldn't be taking him forever ..?

This is a FANTASTIC question, and one I have given a fair amount of thought. I'd claim "spoilers!" and keep the answer close to the chest, but it'll be a hot minute before I get to it, and who knows if anyone will still be reading by that point. XD

Still, I'll put it under a spoiler for anyone who doesn't want to know.

I initially asked myself the same question: why hasn't Anderson figured this out yet?

And here's the answer I came to: Anderson is not just grieving a soldier, he's grieving a son, and I imagine he feels very alone in that grief. Plenty of people knew Commander Shepard. Not many people knew Sam. In Kaidan, Anderson has found a rare person who understands his grief. That's a powerful thing. My guess is that he wouldn't take the time to ask why or examine it very deeply - all his emotional and mental energy is going towards burying and moving on for someone he loved like his own child.

When Sam comes back, I don't think it occurs to him to ask, "why do you care so much?" when "thank god you care as much as I do," is all that really matters.

So with that said, when does he figure it out?

Originally, my answer was: he doesn't. I was going to leave it at, "he never figures it out on his own, and Sam doesn't get the chance to tell him." It was going to be a huge regret for Sam that his father figure never knew he'd found someone.

But as I've gotten deeper into Opus and deeper into Mezzo, I'm no longer happy with that. It feels like pain for the sake of pain, rather than pain that's meaningful to the narrative or to the characters.

So toss that one in the garbage. So what does happen, then? Sam and Anderson don't have a whole lot of opportunity to interact before the reapers come. When Sam is in lockup, he's not exactly going to be chatty about his fraternization history. We've already walked through that he doesn't really clock it from Kaidan, because the role Kaidan plays in Anderson's own complicated feelings for Sam's death and resurrection give him a pretty big blind spot.

My working premise, then, is that Anderson does find out, but not because he figures it out.

It's because when Kaidan gets injured on the final push, Sam pulls his helmet off and lays one on him right in front of Anderson before they say goodbye, and Anderson has a bigger "oh" moment than either Sam or Kaidan ever had, lol.

I've written a snippet of the conversation Sam and Anderson might have about it in Anderson's final moments. It's less a snippet and more of some passing dialogue in my head that I scribbled down so I wouldn't forget it:

~

"Tell me about him. About...you and him."

"What about it?"

Anderson gestures with a weak hand. "Any of it. All of it. I...missed everything, and it was right under my nose."

"No," Shepard says softly. "You didn't. It just sort of...grew up around us. Like it never started and just always...was."

"Tell me."

At first Shepard is silent. Fear strikes Anderson's heart, but then he shifts, exhale coming out like a rattle. "Ever just...meet someone, and then turn around one day and realize there is nothing you wouldn't do, no bridge you wouldn't cross, no sin you wouldn't commit...for them."

A faltering smile touches Anderson's lips as he remembers the lost boy playing in the fountain, the kid who was determined to bend physics to his will, the man who laid in a hospital bed after turning the N7 test on its head and asked if he'd done enough.

"Yes. I have."

[descendantofthesparrow]

i think i figured out why ROR songs feel so...un-descendants

its all ONE genre? i suppose? like its either rap, trapp, or pop, meanwhile the first 3 descendants movies had like-20 different music genres in just the first movie-they had kinda a dubstep vibe for the opening song 'rotten to the core', then a broadway musical type song for 'evil like me' because how were they not going to use Kristin chenoweth's vovcals? , if only was a ballad, then be our guest was a fun throwback/callback song that they made...a cheesy white boy rap for some reason, they had another ballad with the if only reprise, and then set it was the big finale pop song, like-as a whole descendants music is considered pop apparently but they had like-hundreds of different type of songs in just the first movie, like they all sound simular but in a good way.

D2 starts off with a full pop rock song, ways to be wicked, and goes into whats my name which google defines as 'pop, R&B, electrohop, and pop rap', then into a -kinda old stylish pop song 'chillin like a villain', then into the ballad space between, which goes into the finale song 'you and me' which is my personal favorite of the finale songs which gives kinda...musical finale vibes-which is great!

D3, starts off with Good to be bad which honestly, years later-is such a banger song, i love it, i did the 'confused head nods' to it at first but now i love it, its grown on me, and its a pop song, of course, but its got such a big energy to it that it feels like its a broadway musical song, then of course-the powerful 'queen of mean' which google describes as a trap-pop song, but it feels so different from good to be bad in the best way, then we go into 'do what you gotta do' which is a pop-rock duet between Mal, a pop singer, and Hades, a washed up rock star-and it gives kinda...80s-90s jazz/rock vibes, it feels different from the rest of the songs but still fits within the line up, then night-falls; this ones practically full rap with sung verses, mainly from Evie, Mal and Uma, with the boys only rap-singing-i think this is the weakest song of D3, but it still sounds right with the rest of the sound track, then Evie's solo-one kiss, which ofc is a pop song, but then comes the big song-Mal's ballad, once upon a time. no autotune, pure genuine music; just Mal and the lyrics and the music, honestly-i loved once upon a time, still do, i think its a good song theory wise-story wise? it flumps on actually making Mal take accountability for her actions-like it tries and it fails, low-key sounds like Mal is trying to gaslight herself XD(joke) anyway-strong ballad, its followed by 'break this down' which is-wowza-you can FEEL this is the big finale song of the series, it goes all out on choreo, the singing, the set, the music-all of it. again it feels like a musical finale song you'd see on stage-its so fucking good.

and then ror...opens with...idk pop? then...goes into pop-trap-rap....then another pop-rap song...then a pop song...then a pop song....then ...k-pop-rap esqe song? and then like a kinda...ballad reprise of the earlier pop song? the songs of ror all sound the same, there's no proper-change in any of the songs, they all sound the same and put too much emphasis on telling the story with the SONGs instead of the songs HELPING tell the story, there's no ballad, there's no big 'fun musical stage type' song, there's not even a finale song, it feels so separated/wong because it doesn't follow the guidelines the first 3 movies put in place. the songs are hardly fun too, like-the chorses are good, the verses all needed several more drafts, and the choreo is weak sauce-they're just trying to make tik tok dances, not musical dances

[mewtwoandme]

*Shadowtwo going over his calendar*

"Okay, first, traumatize family. Second, absorb the life force of Gaia. Third, murder the more annoying askers from the blog, **especially the Comments Jester**."

"Hmmm... I should really bump up that last one, otherwise I won't have time to enjoy my day..."

This gives off the same energy XD

[tinydefector]

The Rung transfluid headcanon 😵‍💫 I already drink those daily 🤭

Could I offer up Sunder as being the new Monster Ultra flavor: Fantasy Ruby Red?

Oh the amount of headcannons I have over the transfluid atm is insane. I'm working on a Swerve fic for it atm. I wasn't actually expecting ,y silly shit post to get so much traction over the bots XD

So where I am in Australia energy drinks are limited in what you can find and today I'm in one of the cities so gonna see what lovelies I can find.

I had to go look up that monster and kinda went down a rabbit hole for Sunder and Rung

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Firstly. Rung

The first time Rung gets oral from you, it's just to blow off steam after a day, which just didn't turn out well. Man gets put through the ringer a lot with watching everyone else's mental health that sometimes he forgets to look after himself.

He's lent back in his chair venting softly one servo on the back of your head optics half lidded as he just watches, after all you had offered to help with stress relief after hearing a rumour from another human on board.

Rung is extremely high strung, so when your lips and fingers rotate between teasing his spike and pressing your face into his valve, he begins to figure something up.

It's only once he overloads and he's there optics closed debating getting up to clean up that he can still feel you eagerly cleaning up the mess.

And he just gets fixated on watching as you lick up his spike, transfluid covering your tongue and lips

He thinks its a one time thing until two days later he has you back between his thighs working him up for another overload and when he pulls you away because he doesn't want to make a mess and the protest you put up. Begging to taste him again

It is eventually a subject he takes to not just the medics but also the scientist, quite worried about the effects of it since Transfluid is. A by product of Energon. He learns that.

___

-no it isn't harmful to humans the same way energon is.

- aslong as you can limit your human on how much they consume as it can eventually give them energy sickness if they have to much 5-6 litres in a 24 time stamp

-the human body needs time to flush it out. Because it works very much the same as energy drinks if you have to much it can stop your heart or give you cardiac problems

-it's quite additive and companionable to human caffeinated drinks, and when the bots realise that there us a full meeting about the effects.

- energon seems to get converted into a very similar thing to taurine which is an amino acid containing sulphur but alot of the minerals and nutrients that Cybertronians live off from their treats, food sources and energon what adds in all the other things.

-Perceptor and ratchet discovered that Transfluid is better for human consumption than energy drinks not by a lot but more the fact you can consume more of it with less problems.

- and each bot seemed to have different 'flavours' and it becomes a full thing of asking their partner what they taste like. And eventually the 'flavour mods'

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And on the Case of Sunder I present to you these monsters as an offering as well.

So we have

Sunder : rehab strawberry lemonade/Ultra ruby red

Overload : rehab recovery watermelon

Senator shockwave: rehab green tea

Elita one: rehab pink lemonade

Chromia: rehab protean

Wheejack: rehab tea + lemonade

Wings : rehab gojo tea

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[quitealotofsodapop]

When Yuebei wad born, Wukong most CERTAINLY went into a medical coma as well. Like, no joke... in Century Egg au, Wukong had gone into labor with potentially he best case scenario and still almost died... wit Yuebai in Slowboiled we've got a Wukong who's been several centuries overdue, had his magic literally running on empty during time, the moment he gets even somewhat decent he then gets strapped to a web and used as a battery, only to then have a madrush that took at minimum the better part of a month and was most likely more to find a weapon, then his powers were fucking short circuited in a magic barrier and then drained even more. Another madrush this time being pushed by his own deceased mate who he is fairly certain hates him and wants him dead, burned by Samhadi Fire, fought an ice with, and then possessed by said ice witch and forced to be used as a weapon against his own troupe, his own adopted cub and mate included. And only AFTER all that he ended up going into labor in some random campsight xD

Thats a good point to bring up.

Another major distinction is that Yuebei (SlowBoiled) was present for many of Wukong's experiences along the Journey, and literally ate the entire soul of ancient being just before she was born. Wukong likely only survives birthing Yuebei because she fully consumed another being's dao (LBD) instead of his own.

And even with Macaque at his side at last, Wukong is still running on empty once the Egg is born. Yuebei is probably still hangs out in her shell for a while before hatching from all the physical/mental stress her parent just went through.

In the meantime, Wukong has disconnected from the chat and has to do a major recharge before he can start waking up again. It really scares the gang at first, but Guanyin manages to soothe their worries that Wukong's physical reaction is super normal given the circumstances.

He just eepy, give him a few minutes days.

MK: "What about the egg itself? Does it take super long to hatch?" Guanyin (honestly doesn't know): "I'll... get back to you on that." Macaque, ears fluttering happily: "Don't worry. Cub's ok for now, she's just being lazy." MK: "How can you tell?" Macaque: *points at his ears and then to the Egg, smiling wide* "She snores like Wukong does." Yuebei, safetly in Egg: *tiny snoring sounds*

It's also part of the reason Macaque is super cuddly of Wukong before and after the Egg arrives. Stone Monkey instincts tell him to provide as much warmth and emotional support as possible to his mate and his immediate troop members.

Macaque would even sacrifice his own life energy/dao to ensure Wukong survives Yuebei's arrival.

If Guanyin didn't point out something super off about his own body.

Guanyin, doing a check-up on Wukong: "Liu'er Mihou - when where you buried?" Macaque, confused: "Buried? The heck you talking about? When I died I'm pretty sure my whole body got dragged into the Underworld." Guanyin, eyes widening: "Oh-no." Macaque: "What oh-no?" Guanyin: *performs a small spell on Macaque's stomach. Two distinct egg-shaped silhouettes appear* Macaque: *struck silent* Guanyin: "It appears that the Lady Bone Demon physically taking you into her Realm, and likely beneath the earth, caused your body to respond in the same manner as Wukong's when he was buried by the Buddha's hand." Macaque: *pokes stomach* "...why is there two?" Wukong, groggily after days of medical coma: "Two what??" Macaque & Guanyin: *shrieks of joy!*

Yuebei hatches shortly thereafter, causing greater celebration amongst the little troop. Macaque decides to tackle his problem later.

[maple-the-awesome]

Tiny Little Details ||

Pairing: Four x GN Reader

Words: 1,781

Requested by @pinkalmondcake: May I please get some four fluff of that's alright🥹He's just so cute and I was thinking about reader discovering a small minish four when they landed in his world (he wanted to check on the minish) and the reader didn't know he could be so smol and four becomes embarassed seeing he likes the reader (and the reader is a bit taller than him seeing he's a small bean anyway XD) and when they discover they like each other than as the reader somewhat confesses, then they pick him up in their hand and he's blushing and everything. He also gives them a peck on the nose and hugs their cheek while squealing on the inside! (sorry that this is a longish ask!) And I hope it was fine to ask too! ^.^ I love the parts to your crush and your new part for sacrificing ourselves for the chain! ❤️ Four is officially the most adorable Link and that must not be forgotten🥺I mean, where else are you gonna find a better boyfriend than one you can literally just keep in your pocket? Here you go, hun!

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Minish are rather generous, taking it upon themselves to hide little goodies in the grass for travelers to find like extra hearts or rupees, but they also host the sweetest little tea parties made up of droplets of tea and crumbs of cookies which are perfectly filling for anyone matching their size.

It's a much needed break, Four decided some time ago. Away from the stress of trying to keep Hyrule (and numerous versions of it) safe while also maintaining his own sanity while faced with eight other heroes, a few of whom can be a bit much to deal with at times, as he's learned. 

For the most part, they all get along well, likely due to their shared destinies and deeper understandings towards each other's struggles, yet that doesn't mean they all share the same personalities. It isn't constant, although also not rare for some to butt heads here and there, leading to raised tensions as well as the need for fresh air like in Four's current case.

When he huffs a bit too loud, he must reassure his Minish friends that everything's fine, even asking for another drop of tea to fill his miniature cup, however it's difficult not to feel new dismay at the sight of a golden sky above. 

Truthfully, Four had cooled down a while ago, already letting his anger towards the other boys roll off his shoulders, but that doesn't mean he wants this peaceful moment to end any quicker. If it were up to him, he'd stay with the Minish longer, trading merry stories about his recent adventures that almost take away from the dark energy looming in the air. Alas, he should probably return soon before anyone begins to worry too much, although as he soon learns, it might be too late for that.

Four was just about to dismiss himself when he heard his name being called. To the smallest beings of the world, it sounds like thunder crashing through the sky as does the crunching of footsteps that almost shake the earth as they get closer, but Minish are used to such disruptions and even Four shows no concern upon recognizing the approaching voice.

"FOUR?! ARE YOU OUT HERE?!" It's you; both a good and bad thing. Good, because out of all his traveling partners, Four must admit that you're his favorite. Your presence arouses a similar sense of calming comfort in him as being around the Minish does, the only difference being the wooziness you curse upon him from your smile alone. Yes, it would be safe to say that Four has become enchanted by your beauty, both inside and out, so he's actually quite happy to hear your voice as you search for him. The problem then? He's still the size of a Minish himself and the only person in the Chain who knows about this ability of his is Twilight, not you.

It's okay. This is fine. He's barely the size of a rupee, hidden amongst a tall forest of flora. To find him on your own, you would have to actively hunt through the flowers and blades of grass which you definitely aren't doing now. Instead, you're scanning the entirety of the field at eye level because you reasonably believe that if your friend is truly out here, you'll be able to easily spot him by doing so, after all, he may be shorter than you, but not as short as to be below your feet (if only you knew).

Four plans to stay silent and wait for you to move along elsewhere which would give him time to turn back without your notice, however he hesitates to commit to that decision once you come into sight, allowing him to officially see just how worried you look. If he didn't know any better, he'd say you appear to be on the verge of tears, growing more frantic by the second. 

You can't be blamed for your concern. Four has been gone for a while and isn't usually a Link to wander, not to mention you were told he left in a huff after being on the receiving end of harsh teasing from some of the other boys. No one has heard from him since, so in your mind, you've concluded that he must be really upset - possibly even hurting someplace. 

Not that he knows it yet, but you've been searching for him nonstop after finding out what had happened back at camp which is why you're in this field now; it's the last place you can think of as you grow desperate to find him before the sunset fully sets. How terrible would Four have to be to ignore these fears of yours, letting you continue worrying yourself sick when it's within his power to smooth your anxieties instead? 

"...Uh, I'm right here," You can be forgiven for doubting you hear anything at all provided how quiet the voice had been and the fact that no matter which direction you turn to, you can’t seem to locate the source until it speaks again in a squeak, "Down here. To your left."

You're understandably shocked to look down and find a miniature version of your friend struggling to climb up a small nearby rock (which must feel like a mountain to him), his presence suddenly very clear as his colorful tunic helps him stand out against the gray, "...F-Four? Wha - How did you get like this? What happened?!" 

You could spend all day coming up with explanations for your friend's new appearance, however you'd likely never land on the correct one and it doesn't help that you can barely make out any of his explanation, his voice matching a mere whisper despite how he shouts his words for your attention.

"H-Hold on. I can't hear you," You immediately kneel down in front of the rock, instinctually reaching out towards him yet freezing mid action. He cocks his head to the side, curiously waiting for you to gain enough confidence to pair with your next question, "I...Would it be okay if I pick you up? Or is that rude? I don't know if that’s rude or not or if you -"

Amid your rambling, Four nods, taking a few steps forward which you take as an invite to lower your cupped hands against the rock and allow him to climb on. Once able, you gently lift him to eye level, "Are you okay? Is this...normal for you?"

He nods again this time paired with a shrug as if this whole experience shouldn't be too much of a surprise, then again, the more you think about it, it probably shouldn't be. First Twilight now Four. You really should interrogate all the boys to find out what other crazy secrets and abilities they may be keeping from you (you're already guessing Time has a few up his sleeves).

You sigh upon realizing Four truly does seem okay, nothing about his tiny expression giving away any negative emotions, in fact you can make out an amused smile as he watches everything set in your mind, "...I was starting to freak out there a little when I couldn't find you. Hyrule said you ran off after Warrior was giving you grief about your height earlier. They made it sound like you were pretty upset - which you shouldn't be because who gives a crap if you're the shortest in the group? You're still plenty smarter and Hylia knows more mature than to tease your comrades into running away - but my point is, since you hadn't returned yet on your own I began to think that maybe you weren't coming back at all and -"

"- Thank you for worrying, but I actually wasn't that upset about what Warrior had said," Four cuts you off while setting a hand on your thumb. His touch only has about the same weight as a feather and even tickles a bit, however you force yourself not to focus on that.

"You weren't?"

"No. I was more annoyed than anything since it does get repetitive to have people constantly pointing out my height -" He rolls his eyes at the thought, "- But I don't mind being the shortest. Like you said, I have other strengths, not to mention there's actually a lot of advances to being short."

"This being one of them?" You smirk, wondering what he could've even been up to while so tiny, although that's a question for another day.

“You could say that,” Four shares your laughter, "...I guess it probably is a good thing you're the one who came looking for me, though. If one of the others were to find me like this, I doubt the jokes would ever end."

"Oh, I'm sure. They'd give you hell. You are pretty adorable like this, though."

Four blinks, not certain if he had heard correctly. He might've fully dismissed the comment if not for your own realization at what you had just said, the embarrassment clear upon your bashful expression and hurried excuses, "W-Well, what I meant to say was that...Objectively, small things are considered cute, and you're like the size of a little mouse which is adorable, even though you're always cute, it's especially when you can just fit in the palm of my hand like this - which isn’t the point! But I, umm -"

Once again, Four is kind enough to save you from digging yourself further into a hole, the only difference is he does so without much prior thought, instead blurting the words eagerly himself, after all this might just be the perfect opportunity to get it off his chest, "- I think you're cute, too! You're, uh, always cute, too."

You stare at him without response which may have been a scary thing if not for your wide, delighted grin; something that only confirms Four's previous statement.

"Could you, um...?" He coughs into his fist, looking away from you with a fierce blush, "Bring me a bit closer please?"

It takes you a moment to understand what he means, but once you do, you quickly nod and move your hands closer to your face, thus bringing Four close enough to lean out of your hands ever so carefully so that he may place a barely felt kiss upon your nose. 

Startling him a bit, you can't suppress the squeal you give as a reaction, "I'm sorry, but that was sooo adorable!"

He chuckles and although he may not make a sound beside it, don't doubt that he feels the same squealing joy in his chest as you sit back in the grass with him held warmly against your cheek.

.

.

.

"...Shouldn't we get back soon? Won’t the others worry?"

"Let them. It can be their punishment for being jerks earlier."

[jewbeloved]

heyyyy! I saw the thing with Craig with a s/o who has the same powers as Isabella and it was so cute! so I'm asking if you can a one of the main 4 seperatley (I CANT FOCKING SPELL IT) with a s/o (f!reader if you don't mind) who has the same powers, and like what happens in the movie, reader has the mindset that she needs to be perfect, but they help her realize she doesn't need to and kinda goes wild with her powers (again, like what happens in the movie)

thank you so so much if you do this! but either way have an amazing week!

--Rei

Sure thing! ^^

Team Stan with a s/o who can bloom flowers like Isabella✿𖣘ᰔᩚ

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🍼

Tbh he never knew about your powers until you pranked him and his friends while they were playing superheroes.

Cartman cursed you out while Stan was just staring at you in awe. You were planning on showing Stan your powers but you decided to do it in a mischievous way.

He doesn't have much to say except the fact that he really loves your ability. (100% wanted you to be on the freedom pals team after he invited you to come play superheroes.)

"Can you make poison flowers bloom?".

"No Stan I don't wanna kill anyone.... except for the fatass".

"Aye!".

Definitely will vomit anytime you make him a gift made from the flowers you bloom.

💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ✡️

Just casually waking up in the morning only for him to look out his window and see you doing the family guy death pose on a.....lily flower...?

Rubs his eyes multiple times to make sure he isn't seeing things.

Surprised pikachu face when you created a flower from underneath him and lifted him up into the air.

Doesn't stay surprised for long because he has pretty much seen so many crazy stuff nowadays. He can't muster up the energy to say shocked for too long.

Also thinks your ability is pretty unique and cool! Can you make Cartman's room look like a prison jungle-?

No seriously, what else can you do besides make them bloom outta nowhere? Tell him (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠).💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 💅

Believe it or not he actually had a dream about you having some crazy ass weird ability causing mayhem with it.

You blooming daisy flower prison bars over his door to prank him confirms his dream has came to reality.

Cartman has a bunch of stuff going through his mind so he probably believes in supernatural and doesn't really care that you have the ability to bloom flowers out of nowhere.

Obviously will exploit your powers to rip people off of their money or use it to plot revenge plans on his enemies.

You spoil and put up with his psychopathic devious self. So you indulge Cartman in helping him with his plans to see how far he gets before he screws himself over XD

You and Cartman mess with Kyle for the rest of the week. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 💀

He saw your ability right after you accidentally impaled and killed him by blooming roses that had sharp thorns on them.

Cue you apologizing to him many times the next day he regenerates and tells you it's okay. He thinks your powers are neat! ✨

You showcase all of the flowers you can bloom to him. He might even ask if you could make a vase full of flowers that he can give to his sister. ♥️

Either it's your clumsy summoning or Kenny's bad luck.

But the amount of times this dude has died from being impaled or shot up into the skies and hitting the ground hard from you blooming flowers without noticing Kenny is right there. 💀

Kenny doesn't really mind, at least you always remember his deaths unlike everyone who just forgets he even died in the first place.🧡🧡🧡🧡

Did I just use "bloom" so many times while writing this? I swear, I'm so insecure about how I write my stories sometimes 😭😭😭😭

[moonspirit]

More Cadet!Aruani.. pretty please? Like, literally tell everything you got, I am willing to read an entire thread of it.

Ohhh anon~ I'm glad you enjoy my cadet!Aruani haha xD I don't do it often tbh, somehow.

But nope, not literally everthing I've got! Only bit by bit, so I can savour and ruminate on the thoughts and eke it out for future posts too xD

For now, maybe... some fluff between the two will do for now?

It's a slow day in the 104th training corps. No training since all superiors are away, no exams (also far away), no titans breaching walls and creating havoc. Everyone's off somewhere or very much in somewhere and being nosy about it, there's nothing to do, nowhere to see, and Annie's sure if she doesn't open her mouth and talk to another human-shaped being, she'll go insane.

Not that she has any energy for it.

But maybe... maybe if she can find him, all she'll have to do is listen.

It's doubtful, Armin is rather popular with the people and for all she knows, he could be making the girls flower crowns and reeling off obscure fact after obscure fact to anyone who listens with gusto. On a free day like this, maybe he's not even in town. Maybe he's been whisked off somewhere by his friends. Maybe he-

And then she stops in her tracks because there he is, sitting by the canal, a book in his lap (how typical, she wants to laugh), but all alone.

Maybe he'd rather not see her though and be bothered by her empty presence when he could be reading the book in peaceful solitude.

Somehow, even if she can't nearly overturn her desire to take his time for herself, the sudden doubt roots her to the spot and she can no more walk forward. Instead she just stares at the back of his head where the pale afternoon sun warms the locks of smooth gold hair with a desolate sensation of longing taking over her heart.

Who knew loneliness could cause feelings like this. Her father would be disappointed.

But maybe she creates a darkness, or maybe she creates a void, it's lost to her which, because Armin seems to think he should turn around at that very moment and look for some reason, only to end up blinking with surprise at the sight of her lurking around the corner like a homeless kitten with "take me home" written all over its face.

It's embarrassing really, but thank god he can't see her cheeks properly at this distance.

"Annie!" he calls, a great big smile spreading over his face.

Oh, stupid. Stupid of her to think he wouldn't want to share his time. Armin's an idiot, carelessly giving everyone his time! She's just another one.

"Hi." She says, stepping into the sun to sit next to him. The canal is like the dozen others just like it in this town, nothing remarkably large or impossible to fathom; if she transformed, she'd step right over it without so much as a glance down. She's also nimble and quick on her feet, qualities her father had made certain she was aware of if only to size up an enemy by comparison - even if she were to stumble sitting down by the edge of the canal, nobody in the military would expect her to fall.

So why then, does he reach a hand out as if to catch her if she falls?

And why can't she look away from the shape of his palm?

Armin's smile is, somehow, brighter than the sun on the back of her neck. "I thought you would've gone to the market with Mina and the rest. What are you doing here alone?"

"I could ask you the same," She retorts. "You're always surrounded. How come nobody needs you today?"

There's a flash of something like the edges of disappointment in his eyes, so quick and fleeting that Annie thinks she imagines it when it's gone.

"Well, you know, I'm glad to have the day to myself," He chuckles. "It's quiet and peaceful."

"Right, and then I intruded."

"No, no," He laughs, shaking his head. "I'm glad to see you, Annie."

Annie looks away, squinting at the flowing waters. The sunshine makes it glitter in a million different ways, dazzling her until all that's left in her vision is a soft, beautiful river of light, flowing to some unknown place. In the corner of her vision, she's acutely aware that the book on Armin's lap leaves its place for the stone ground - a sign that makes her nervous, really, because it means that all of his clever little attention is now on her.

"Pretty, isn't it?" He says softly, making her look at him.

At the shape of his face, framed by a soft molten gold that flutters with the wind; at the blue of his eyes, a shade she doesn't really know the word for as it penetrates deep into her own; at the tip of his nose, always dusted an endearing pink; at the ridge of his brows, a tad stronger whenever the bangs move away in the breeze; at the set of his jaw, the shape of his lips, the-

"W-what is?" She stammers, dazed.

"The water." He laughs, and she feels so silly.

"... Right."

Some of the people back in her hometown used to believe in Gods; said calling upon their names would ease their thoughts and bring them to calm.

Perhaps she should try it, just this once, because her heart-

But then, Armin leans in, a smile just short of bashful playing on his lips.

"There's more water like this beyond the walls."

Oh god, there it is. Again. Somehow, she's glad for it.

Annie can't help but release a sigh. "I was wondering if you'd grown tired of talking about the sea. Haven't heard about it in three days."

There's everything in his laugh, embarrassment, happiness, hope the size of the sun, and then some more embarrassment. For better or worse, Annie decides, it's her favourite sound and can he please continue to laugh?

"Sorry. I'm sure I've bored you by now..."

"No," She hums, drawing her knees to her chest and closing her eyes to the warmth heating up her face. "Tell me about it again."

And he does.

And Annie decides it's her favourite story because it's kind and beautiful and better than any of the ones she grew up hearing.

This story of the sea is sweet.

[lagoonalake]

WAYV IDEAL TYPE

KUN

Personality: 7 of swords, the lovers, the wheel of fortune

Kun wants a serious relationship, he wants to find his soulmate, but could have a lot of karma to release when it comes to love, so he tends to attract tricksters, people who are beautiful and seem romantic but are not all they appear to be. That being said, he tends to go for driven people who are goal oriented (sometimes have a tendency to use him for their goals), who are good at making decisions, diplomacy and business, very intelligent, cunning people. They can unfortunately also be opportunistic, unreliable and fame hungry or too focused on their status. He needs to find someone with those same qualities (willpower, intelligence, cunning) but with integrity too and/or fighting for a good cause. all air signs especially gemini, capricorn, leo

Appearance: justice, queen of swords, the world

Ice queens, tall, lean, cold looking, would prefer an asian, sculptural, good bone structure, pale skin, elegantly dressed, looks play a strong part when he is attracted to someone, someone who could look like him a bit, mirror his looks a bit, clear cold voice, haughty, proud expression, high status, famous for their beauty, elegance and style, how respectable they are. Well connected, this isn’t about looks per say, but he would be impressed if he saw that person for the first time amongst a certain circle, talking to important people, that would impress him.  capricorn, libra, aquarius, virgo

Turn offs: 9 of cups, 8 of wands, 10 of wands

Overindulgence, laziness, someone who isn’t taking care of their health or looks, someone a bit too eager to be friend with him or too spontaneous (he prefers that unreachable coldness), someone too loud, unrefined, goofy, someone who is exhausting, whose energy is too loud, too bombastic, someone impulsive, who don’t think before they act, too fast paced and childish.  sagittarius, pisces, cancer, taurus, aries

TEN

Personality: king of wands, 3 of wands, the sun

He is attracted to driven go getters but compared to Kun who was more into strategists, Ten is into the fighters, the fiery individuals who believe in themselves, strong egos, very proud but dignified people, with a lot of integrity, a noble character, who never gives up, strong, focused, what you see is what you get, although at times they could hide a bit behind their pride. Honest, straight-forward people, respectable and who shine brightly, fun and full of life, connected to their inner child, creative, artistic. Born leaders who can guide and inspire others.  fire signs, especially leo and aries

Appearance: queen of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, the wheel of fortune

Sensual and sexy, not shy to show off their body, could prefer darker skin tone, a dancer, someone with a very flexible body, hips, long limbs, lean, wider features, open honest expression, wide smile, a more simple, ethnic style, shorter hair, warm colors, earthy colors (orange, green, brown…), kinda has a more raw sex appeal taurus, aries, sagittarius

Turn offs: the chariot, queen of wands, ace of swords

So he is one of those who is turned off by the negative sides of what he is attracted to, when that shows up in a reading it makes me think that the person must always go for the same type XD So impulsivity pushed to the extreme, extreme pride and overblown ego, narcissism, domineering personality who needs to bring others down in order to feel good about themselves, “my way is the only way”, people who are too blunt, too direct with their words to the point they are being cruel, people who always look for a fight mars, fire signs

WINWIN

Personality: 2 of swords, 7 of wands, queen of pentacles

He is attracted to rather shy individuals, he finds it charming, and values the fact that it takes time for a person to open up, he finds it more meaningful when they finally do, someone slow to trust, who would be intelligent and practical when it comes to love, would need proof that they can trust him, but when they’ll finally do, would be very stubborn and invested in the relationship, quite passionate. Someone who is balanced, open minded, able to see things from a different perspective, still opinionated and stubborn, grounded, organized, stable, with a realistic and mature mindset. Healing, a caretaker. nurturing, would play a more traditional role in the relationship. Still with their own goals and independence.  libra, virgo, cancer, aries

Appearance: justice, 8 of cups, 6 of pentacles 

Probably not a celebrity, mature, could be into older partner, who looks serious, at times intimidating but kind when you approach them, he’s not too concerned about beauty, more about the person’s aura, if they look trustworthy, he'd like to see someone being kind to others or animals, someone who is a bit withdrawn. A balanced, healthy, moderate appearance, nothing too flashy. Harmonious features, natural, healthy, sturdy beauty.  saturn, scorpio, virgo, cancer

Turn offs: 7 of wands, knight of pentacles, death

So while he would want his partner to have their own goals, he still wants to be the primary breadwinner and provider, he has more traditional views of partnership, and it’s also because he wants his person to trust him and relax. So someone too ambitious, too competitive, too combative or too masculine. Also someone destructive, or overwhelmed by their emotions that they lose sight of reality and would hurt others without even realizing they do (I feel like this is something he most likely experienced). Someone who in messy, always in crisis mode, with no stability, with serious mental health issues.  scorpio, aries, leo, capricorn, mars, pluto

XIAOJUN

Personality: 2 of pentacles, queen of pentacles, 4 of wands

Similar to Winwin he wants someone who would support and help him, with a strong head on their shoulder, a grounding, warm presence, he is more interested in a long term, stable relationship, he wants to be able to balance career and love life so he needs a person who possibly could assist him in his career, good at managing the practical things. He also wants his relationship to feel like a celebration, so he likes a fun loving, playful, funny, creative individual. Romantic, relationship oriented, who boost his confidence. The physical aspect of the relationship is important for him, not just sex, but that he can touch his partner, feel them close, that they would be responsive to his touch, a tangible, sensual presence, which I guess would fit more into the appearance section, but it showed up here lol.  all earth signs especially taurus and virgo, libra, leo

Appearance: knight of swords, ace of cups, page of wands

So besides the sensuality, he is attracted to a fresh, clean appearance. Someone with swift movements, strong body, well designed facial features, athletic. Someone who enjoys the outdoors, more natural looks. Possibly more masculine or simple, he’s not too concerned about fashion or being cute and pretty. Someone who is quite expressive, who can look fierce one moment, then full of emotions and then happy and enthusiastic. It’s not so much about beauty that it is about the emotional and mental connection.  gemini, aquarius, sagittarius, cancer

Turn offs: 4 of swords, 8 of swords, 9 of pentacles

Someone apathetic, lethargic, lazy, someone who doesn’t seem to care about anything, seems always bored, someone a bit stupid who doesn’t have anything to say, who doesn’t have any conversation, is shallow, only focused on making money, and enjoying their luxuries, someone spoiled, who never had to lift a finger in their life, someone insecure, pessimistic who has no will power and determination.  cancer, pisces, neptune, taurus

HENDERY 

Personality: death, king of swords, the tower, 7 of pentacles

He could be attracted to rather dark individuals. Charming and charismatic yet intimidating, powerful people with a brilliant mind, strategists, seemingly in control, could be cold and unmovable or detached, but actually quite destructive and super intense. Great talkers, thinkers, leaders. interesting people who have great conversation. Quiet introvert, very patient, but extremely determined and stubborn. Secretive. Good at mind games. He is attracted to that transformative and ultra intense energy, and his relationships are chaotic and passionate, sometimes there is a long period of waiting or pining, longing from afar, until one of them makes a move, but they would both feel the intensity and the slow burn makes it more exciting. When they finally give in it’s an all or nothing type of love, and more often than not a love that hurts and consumes him.  scorpio, pluto, capricorn, aquarius

Appearance: the empress, 3 of cups, the hierophant

A traditional, natural beauty, who doesn’t have to do too much to look attractive, a "fertile” beauty. Radiant skin, soft body, sensual, feminine. Someone who smells good. Slow, calm, steady energy.  Despite the colder personality, he likes someone who looks friendly (which makes me think his type is someone who is good at masking their true feelings and intentions, very secretive). Long soft silky hair that he’d like to touch. Soft calm voice. Like Xiaojun, touch is very important for him. Warm, earthy colors, brown, gold, pink.  venus, taurus, virgo, libra, pisces

Turn offs: 2 of wands, ace of swords, strength

He likes having to figure out someone’s true intentions and decipher them, so someone who is too simple and direct is not as interesting to him XD someone too bold, too spontaneous, what you see is what you get type of people, it’s not that he is annoyed by them, and he could be friend with them, but he cannot feel attraction for them, he really prefers that enigmatic puzzling quality. Someone disheveled, who looks like a mess or like they are struggling. He is into the stoic, well groomed, perfectly in control type. Colors or styles that are too flashy. Masculine, sharp, rough appearance or voice. aries, sagittarius, leo, aquarius, uranus, mars

YANGYANG

Personality: 10 of wands, queen of swords, the sun

He is attracted to a wounded, tired soul, similar to Kun, he tends to be tricked by the glamour of beauty or fame, status and wants to be of help to a rather cold, tired individual who honestly most of the time feels empty and dry. Someone who could treat him like a servant a bit, but he would feel honored to have been accepted by this person. This could be a specific energy I’m picking up on, an actual person. Yet this person is very physically beautiful, has a high status, is famous, adored, which is all intimidating yet they accepted him so the relationship feels special, but it is one sided. Could be slightly older than him or have a lot of experience in the industry that has taken a big toll on them. What he needs is an intelligent, elegant, poised yet giving individual who would give as much as he does, someone optimistic, generous and warm. libra, leo, capricorn

Appearance: judgement, 5 of swords, knight of cups

Someone impressive spectacular looking, the “wow” type of person at least to him, someone who would make a big impression on him, confident and who stands out from the crowd, a bit mean looking, tall, striking features, radiant, shining brightly, seductive, looks like a heart breaker or someone who could have anyone, sexy and magnetic, could prefer sharper features, aquiline nose, dark almond shaped eyes, lean tall body, straight black hair, wide, square, structured shapes. Otherworldly. capricorn, saturn, aquarius, scorpio, pisces

Turn offs: justice, 10 of pentacles, 3 of swords

A relationship that would feel too much like business. For example he wouldn’t like to go on a dating app (not that it would be much possible as an idol) or be introduced to someone, having to go on dates to test the chemistry, he wouldn’t like that. Someone who is too practical, too secure, too predictable. Someone moralizing, a preacher, overly critical. Too much stability, he kinda likes being in the dark. Equality, he prefers some kind of imbalance. However he is also turned off by treachery, someone who would break his trust, someone who uses him, hides things from him, and cheats, which he will inevitably experience with the type of person he is currently involved with. He’ll grow from this though. air and earth signs 

[kittyball23]

A Different Kind of Scrapbook (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A wondrous night with Branch prompts Poppy to do the only thing she can do when she's bursting with joy - scrapbook. Though, this particular one is not quite the same as the ones she's made in the past... **Rated M**

A/N: I admit, I wrote this about 4 days after the first trailer of Trolls 3 came out back in March XD

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Poppy could not bring herself to sleep.

Yes, her body was exhausted, but it was her mind that was not.

The Queen of Pop could not help herself in laying there with her bright fuschia eyes opened wide, reeling, unseeing to the earthen ceiling overhead as she ran over every moment of the night’s events in her head. She sighed, smiling, giggling with giddiness into the still night air as she had on occasion for the last restless hour squirming in the bed, wishing instead that she could flail her arms high above her head in the air and sing at the top of her lungs. But even she knew that would not be a reasonable thing to do. One, it was the middle of the night. Even Trolls knew when it was supposed to be a time for resting. And two, going off of the first reason, she most certainly didn’t want to disturb the cuddled teal form next to her. The hands-down best member of the newly re-banded Brozone, her closest dearest friend and boyfriend – her Branch.

She looked down at him now, completely admiring the way he slept so comfortably with his eyes shut contently, his bluish-black hair tousled about in a messy, adorable way, and the way his breathing came out in soft, calm intervals alongside the steady rise and fall of his chest. Poppy squealed softly, infatuated, and shot her arms out, ready to fling them around his neck for a tight, bone-crushing hug. But she stopped herself, arms midair, as she thought about it more. She didn’t think it would be right, awakening her boyfriend from such a peaceful slumber like that just for a hug. Not that she thought he would mind. In fact, Branch would probably be happy to receive a hug from her, be it night, day, or any time in between. But, out of respect for him and his serene dozing, she decided not to. But she had to hug something! She turned to one of the pillows below their heads, giving it the crushing bear-hug instead, burying her nose within its fabric to catch a whiff of his nature-esque scent embedded within. It was an aroma that made her swoon.

And yet, as Poppy released herself from the gripping hug she’d bestowed on the pillow, she still didn’t feel relieved of that lingering bout of energy within herself. She didn’t think she would be. And she wanted to do something about that. But first…

She took into consideration her situation. A matter as simple as getting out of the bed would have been easier said than done, if not for the way Branch’s teal limbs hugged her close, cocooning her with his warmth, not to mention the strands of his rich bluish-black hair that had subconsciously interwoven themselves with hers at the top of their heads. Poppy could not complain – never in a million years would she complain of such a blissful arrangement. But, as much as she hated to do so, she did need to maneuver her way out of it.

Poppy chewed the bottom of her pink lip in contemplation. Maybe she could stay? A little longer? She thought about it, laying there in Branch’s strong arms for another hour or two, going on in the same way she had for the last hour or two, itching for more action but knowing that she probably shouldn’t engage, running on a high that she couldn’t act on…

Nah.

Poppy shifted, slowly, steadily undoing herself and prying Branch away from her albeit a bit unwillingly. It took a little effort – the troll’s hold even in sleep was quite firm – but she managed to get up and out, grateful that he hadn’t awakened with all of her wriggling. She’d previously known Branch to be a light sleeper, given his former paranoia in regards to Bergens and other dangers. It didn’t exactly surprise her. He was still a cautious troll, but it wasn’t nearly to the overly-exaggerated extent that it had been before, well… before her, she thought with a blush. There was no doubt that she’d changed his life. She’d always pictured it as her inviting him to a few parties that would make him turn happy again. But the way that it'd happened – and all their adventures in between – Poppy was glad that things had turned out that way instead.

She was about to get lost in memories when she felt a stirring beside her. Uh-oh. Perhaps she’d spoken too soon… Branch was grasping out, patting the bed beside him in a blind search for the Queen. Not able to feel her, she saw him visibly tense, his eyebrows furrowing slightly and his eyelids beginning to twitch. Poppy grimaced.

UH-OH.

Not really thinking, Poppy quickly leaned down, pressing her lips against his cheek in a quick peck of a kiss.

The effect worked like a charm. Branch’s tenseness instantly melted away, his limbs going limp and his face taking on a dreamy smile. He cuddled into the pillows, mumbling syllables that sounded awfully similar to her name had it not been for the drowsy quality to his voice. But she could make them out all the same, and she blushed, remembering just how many times – or rather, not quite remembering just how many times – he had said her name that night. Loudly, tenderly, frantically, passionately… Poppy shivered delightfully in recollection, knowing very well how she’d done the same with his. Who knew ‘Branch’ could have so many different contexts!

She giggled softly to herself, intoxicated with giddiness. Now free from the grasp of her beloved, she sought out her clothes from their abandoned pile strewn on the floor, redressing and doing a little twirl. A jig followed that twirl, and then a handful of other dance moves, the Queen of Pop ensuring that they were silent save for the light patting of feet on the floor below and the occasional pants she took to catch her breath. The Running Man. The Dougie. The Moonwalk. The Floss. Heck, even the Macarena!

But even after her little dancing spree, Poppy still didn’t feel worn. There was still lots of energy waiting to be expended within her.

The pink troll glanced around their room, wondering what else she could occupy her time with. Baking? Nah, the smell was going to wake Branch, plus she didn’t quite trust herself to not make a mess. Poppy could already picture herself covered from head to toe in flour from having thrown it in the air like confetti. Diary writing? No way. She’d only end up ripping into the pages with her excited scribbling, or doodling way too much instead of writing, or ripping pages out to make cute little cut-outs…

OHHH, wait!

Scrapbooking!

Poppy smacked her forehead in realization. DUH!

It was one of her favorite activities, and relatively quiet save for the soft clips of scissors and the shuffling of paper. She tucked her hands under her chin and squealed softly in excitement. It was a great idea!

Seating herself upon the floor a distance from the bed, Poppy began collecting the key items, some of it in her hair, and some of it already in their room. Once laid out, she ran over the list in her head.

Glitter? Check!

Construction paper? Check!

Felt? Check!

Glue? Check!

Scissors? Check!

The pink queen smiled, satisfied. Now that that was done, she could start! Only… what was she going to scrapbook about? Poppy paused and thought. There were sooooo many options! Bridget and Gristle’s wedding, meeting John Dory and Brozone, reuniting with her sister Viva, the Family Harmony.... How in the world could a queen choose?!

Even so, she reeled back a bit. Her head was running a hundred miles an hour practically, and she wanted to take it down a notch. Well, let’s see… what was my FAVORITE moment? Wrong question. Asking herself to pick a favorite would be like asking her to pick between cookies and cupcakes, confetti or glitter, lasers or foam. In other words, impossible.

Or maybe not TOO impossible…

Poppy felt a heavy blush coat her cheeks when a fleeting thought entered her mind. Thoughts about how much she’d enjoyed last night, with all its passion and intensity, had been flooding through her brain nonstop. She giggled goofily, infatuated all over again. It was EVERY single positive word under the sun. Incredible! Sensational! Fantastic! Wonderful! Amazing! Perfect! The list went on and on in Poppy’s head, as her hands, with a seeming mind of their own, started to reach for the scissors and paper, beginning to cut…

Whoa, whoa, WHOA, wait, what am I doing?!

The queen froze in place, suddenly very aware of what she was about to do. Holy cupcakes and sprinkles, I wasn’t about to…? But the teal and pink colored felts that she held in her hands only confirmed to her that yes, she had been about to. Poppy felt hot embarrassment course through her. She was about to scrapbook THAT? The Pop queen shook her head, bewildered at herself. Oh, no, no, no, she couldn’t.

But I want to.

There were better things to scrapbook.

Not better than THAT.

More decent things.

And last night wasn’t decent?

NO, last night was SPECTACULAR! Like a glitter cannon exploded rainbows and kittens, and the sky rained cupcakes and cookies, and unicorns and butterflies sang happy songs for me, and –

Before she knew it, Poppy had snipped out little felt figurines of herself and Branch, the glue about to be used to paste them together in a rather compromising position. But before it could be done, Poppy flung the figurines down to the floor, embarrassed once more. Sugar, get yourself together!

Her scolding not enough, Poppy distracted herself by grabbing some other colored paper and began snipping out little figurines of Brozone. She supposed they were nice guys.

Branch is a nice guy. In fact, he was REALLY nice last night…

Poppy bit her lip, willing herself to focus. She selected a background for her work, a nice bright blue paper aquamarine in its hue.

Blue like Branch.

Poppy blinked, ignoring her blush, and continuing to snip at the paper. But when she went to paste her little Brozone figures onto the background, Poppy realized with much dismay that it had not been John Dory, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd that she’d made. Somehow, she’d snipped five little figurines of Brozone’s youngest, cutest member. Branch. Poppy tossed the papers down in dismay. UGH. It’s no use! It was clear to her that she didn’t just want to get it out of her system. She needed to. So, unwilling to resist it any longer, the Queen of Pop hunkered down, a determined look on her pink features, and really got down to work on what she had to.

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Poppy was surprised. It had only felt like five minutes had passed. But when she took a look at the clock on her Hug Time watch, it had actually been five hours. She giggled in spite of herself. How time flies when you scrapbooked! The queen felt as though she’d reached a good stopping point, however, given that morning had broken through. She proudly took a look at the not one, not two, but three scrapbooks that she’d created. The first couple made up a two-parter depicting their wild adventure with John Dory, Bruce, Clay, Floyd, and Viva. And the other… well, let’s just say the other was for her eyes only. Hers, and…

“GOOD MORNING, BRANCH!!”

The queen of pop yelled out her boisterous greeting at the first sign of her boyfriend stirring to life from his sleep. The teal troll yelped in surprise, sitting bolt upright in the bed and clutching onto the sheets like a safety blanket. His blue eyes were wild with shock, startled, until he fixed his gaze on the gleeful pink presence of Poppy, and realized that there was no danger. He huffed out a short laugh and shook his head. "Gotta start getting used to that wake-up call, huh?"

Poppy giggled and nodded. "Yep!"

Branch chuckled, rubbing some of the sleep out of his eyes and assessing the state of his girlfriend. She was energetic, per usual, though the glint in her eye and the brilliant smile on her face was just a tad more overly energetic than usual. He recognized that look, having seen it before when she planned to visit Bergen town and share their holidays with Bridget and Gristle, and he knew what it meant.

“You didn’t sleep, did you?”

“Not a wink!” Poppy confirmed.

Branch narrowed his eyes at her. “You didn’t watch me sleep the whole time, did you?”

Poppy shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe. Just a little bit, though.”

Branch couldn’t help the grin that slightly tugged at the corner of his lip. The idea of someone watching you while you slept was, on a usual account, somewhat unnerving. But knowing that it’d been Poppy, well, it wasn’t such an unsettling thing.

“So…” he began to ask, “What did you do all night after we… uhh… er…” Branch faltered, his cheeks darkening at the obvious indication he was making. “… you know,” he finished quietly, waving his hand.

Poppy smiled wider. “Glad you asked! I worked on this!” She pulled out the trio of scrapbooks that she had and showed it to him.

“Scrapbooking,” he said monotonously. “My first, and only guess.”

Poppy giggled. “Well, you guessed right!” she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. The troll blushed, a sweet giggle of his own escaping as she handed him the first book. The cover on this one depicted themselves in the center, with little figurines of Brozone and Viva. He instantly knew that it was their most recent adventure they’d had. Intrigued, he flipped through the pages, and recollected the tale through Poppy’s felted, glittered, and pop-up figurines. When Poppy had found him in his Grandma’s old pod. When the wedding had happened, and John Dory had crashed it. When they went on their search for the brothers, finding Bruce on Vacay Island, and Clay and Viva in Putt Putt Village. The second scrapbook held the rest of the story within. In which they all headed off to Mount Rageous and began to practice their singing. When Branch had walked off, and then he and Poppy and Tiny had found Floyd. When the chase through Mount Rageous ensued, leading up to the Family Harmony that was sung in order to break Floyd - and the other brothers who’d been captured - from their diamond imprisonments. Branch grinned. Poppy’s scrapbooks were always quite incredible. She had a real talent, with the way she carefully composed each page in an incredibly accurate manner, a photographic memory transferred to the page. He set down the first two scrapbooks, then took the third scrapbook from her hands. This particular one had a harmless enough cover – the two of them in their usual outfits - his green leafy vest and brown shorts and her blue dress - hand in hand, with a large, pink heart in the background colored in various shades of pink. “This looks cute,” he commented, running his fingers over the soft felt.

A mischievous glint was in Poppy’s eyes at his words. “Just wait until you see the inside,” she whispered.

He arched an eyebrow at her, a little curious, and flipped open the first few pages. It was the two of them, with every one of their friends and family around them in perfect harmony. Branch grinned, and turned to the next page, finding it to be the two of them sharing that amazing, heart-stopping kiss – the one that had occurred right after they had successfully completed their mission. Branch loved that kiss. Branch loved all her kisses. The next page had everyone cheering for them, having little speech bubbles that had hearts and exclamations in them. The next page after that had the two of them in Branch’s bunker, heart-eyes on both of their faces as they faced each other, standing near the bed and lovingly holding hands. And the next page…

WHOA, wait a minute…

Branch double took, rubbing his eyes, thinking that maybe it was the bleary sleepiness that was making them work incorrectly. But when he took another look, he knew he wasn’t misinterpreting what he was seeing. “Uhh… Poppy?” he asked, tentatively.

Poppy batted her lashes at him innocently. “Yes?”

“Please tell me you’re still working on this page?” He looked at her hopefully, hoping that it had been a mistake and that she didn’t actually scrapbook that…

But the hope was dashed when she shook her head.

“Nope!” Branch gaped at her and her nonchalant attitude. He on the other hand was nonplussed, disbelieving of what he saw. Maybe this was the only page like that, he thought optimistically as he turned to the next page. She COULDN’T have actually –

But Branch’s jaw dropped at what was on that next page, his blue eyes nearly bulging right out of their sockets. He was grateful that she hadn’t gotten the brilliant idea to serve him breakfast in bed, because if he had been sipping his usual cup of coffee, he knew it would have gone flying out of his mouth.

“POPPY!” he shrieked. “WHAT IN THE NAME OF SPRINKLES – “

“Ooo, ooo, ooo, wait!” Poppy cut him off excitedly. “Before you go to the next page, there’s this little thingie here that you move, see?” It was a pull tab she was talking about. She moved it back and forth, in turn creating certain motions for their figurines in the scrapbook. Branch, now all too obvious to him that it was fully, one-hundred-percent intentional, felt a deep flush coat his cheeks. I wasn’t THAT rough… was I? Branch got his answer when Poppy flipped the scrapbook to the next page, where he was depicted using his hair for a rather risqué purpose. The teal troll almost fainted in mortification.

“Wh-WHAT THE - ?! HOW – WHY – Wh-when did I do that?!”

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you don’t remember!” Poppy exclaimed. “It was right before you went down and – “

“OKAY YES, actually, I remember quite clearly now!” Branch interrupted, not wishing for her to get into a detailed explanation of the bold actions he’d taken afterwards. He could hardly believe that he did it in the first place! But it turned out that Poppy didn’t need to say anything at all about it – because it was all illustrated right there in the scrapbook’s following page, with another pull-tab to further help aid the visual.

“Holy sugar, Poppy….” he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his periwinkle nose.

“Oh, whaaat,” she whined playfully. “I really liked that part! You can’t tell me you didn’t either!”

I did, Branch thought reluctantly, but he wasn’t going to give in to admittance so easily. Unfortunately for him, Poppy wasn’t making his reluctance hang around for very long. She poked him on the side, teasingly, her voice holding a sing-songy lilt of amusement. “Come on, Branch, you know you did.”

Branch crossed his arms and turned his head away. That did not stop the queen of Pop.

Poke.

“Branch…”

He huffed.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

“Braaaaanch…”

He pressed his lips together into a thin line, preventing the smirk.

POKE-POKE-POKE-POKE-POKE-POKE.

“BRANCH!” 

He sighed, glancing at her but unable to scowl at her little victorious grin and smug features. “I guess…” he started slowly, “… it was… all right…”

Poppy feigned shock. “You ‘guess’?”

He groaned. “Okay, yes, it WAS… great. There, are you happy?”

Poppy giggled. “Always!”

Branch chuckled, briefly licking his lips at the memory of the unique, strawberry-vanilla-like flavor that had been on his tongue just a few short hours ago. Then he glanced at Poppy and smiled, her antics too infectious for him to remain annoyed for more than a moment. “I gotta say, though, I’m surprised I haven’t come across any glitter yet – “

But as soon as he’d said it, a blast of glitter shot out of the next page when he turned it, in the typical fashion that let him know that yes, he was looking at a Poppy-made scrapbook. It sprayed onto his face, making it sparkly and silly-looking when paired with the stoic expression he’d put on.

“Aaand there it is,” Branch grumbled, playfully rolling his eyes as Poppy giggled. Then he took a closer look, and Branch’s eyes widened as he gasped. “Poppy!”

“Yep?” she asked, still grinning that toothy grin.

“D-Did you just make that come out of my – “

“YEP!”

Branch groaned, facepalming and suddenly not so fond of the glitter all over his face. His reaction only set Poppy off even more, the pink Pop Queen doubling over with laughter, pleased with the clever utilization of the glitter. He gave her that same look he had always given her before, whenever any of her invitations had assaulted him with their sparkly spray.

“Poppyyyy…”

She giggled and then sighed. “I love it when you say my name.”

Branch opened his mouth, prepared to respond with a piece of his mind on this… this… bizarre scrapbook (to say in the least), but the only sound that rang out was the telltale ping from each of their bracelets on their wrists.

Poppy beamed. “Hug Time!” She flung her arms around Branch’s neck, tightly pressing herself against him in the hug she’d been itching to crush him with earlier, and almost making it hard for him to breath.

He gaped at her. Oh, no WAY. The conversation was NOT going to end here! Branch wiggled a bit, trying to break free of the tight hug, struggling to come undone from her pink arms and lithe form pressed against him, and…

Utterly failing.

Once Poppy had him in her grasp, there was no escape. But then again, he thought, why was he trying to escape? Poppy - his Poppy, his girlfriend – was hugging him. It was one of the best things he could share with her, aside from her sweet pink lips upon his, and aside from… err… what was depicted in the scrapbook.

He sighed, wrapping his blue arms around her waist and happily pressing against her. Poppy squealed delightedly and snuggled up closer to him. Another victory.

“That scrapbook better not see the light of day,” he mumbled.

Poppy snickered. “It won’t.”

Branch pulled back slightly to eye her. “You promise?”

She held up her finger. “I pinky promise.”

He held up his pinky, connecting it with hers and creating a whirlwind of sparkling pink and blue splendor around them. They laughed gleefully at the spectacle, his blue eyes gazing tenderly into her brilliant fuchsia, and the distance between them closing in a warm, sweet kiss. In the split second that Branch had - gazing at her after parting and pondering whether he should take the initiative, grab her, and have them enjoy each other again - Poppy suddenly stood right up and reached for her dress.

“Well, come on!” she said cheerily. “The morning song isn’t going to sing itself, you know!”

Branch blinked.  “Wh – but – I thought… I mean, we don’t have to leave so soon… I do have enough supplies to last us ten years, you know…” He waggled his eyebrow, and she chuckled. Poppy just could not resist him.

“Ooor, we could cuddle for a little bit more, and then head out, okay?”

He leaned in and kissed her again. “Deal.

[hopefullyakotelife]

Another small snippet of my other Dad|Bail WIP. Just wanted to share it. We need more Dad Bail in this fandom!

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, his arm slowly moved to the side, lowering the book he’d been reading and setting it down onto the couch. He had tried his best to concentrate- in vain. Who could blame him? Bail wouldn’t even care if someone did. He inhaled slowly, his fingers stroking the skin of his wife’s arm. It had been only a matter of time after they had sat down, each with their own book, until they found their way back into each other’s sides. He didn’t need to look to know that Breha, curled into his side, had given up reading just as he did. Their eyes, steady and full of quiet emotions, were looking at Fox. Their Bambino, wearing his soft bear onesie, stood at the big window. His tiny hands pressed onto the glass while he bounced on his feet, staring at everything he could see outside. Earlier he had been curled up between him and Breha but once the rain started to fall, Fox had wiggled and then rolled off the couch to tap, tap, tap his way to the window, watching the rain fall onto the forest below them. Bail tilted his head sideways as a wave of guilt flooded his mind. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought it but…he hoped the force won’t change him back, change him back into his adult body. He could see the same hope and guilt in his wife’s eyes and neither spoke those words out loud. But they knew. And their servants knew. He moved his arm lower around his wife, gently pulling her even closer into his side, seeking the comfort of her presence. And as if she knew what he’d been thinking about, she moved her own arms around him without saying a word. Fox took a step to the side, went up to his toes and then lifted one arm higher on the glass for balance. Quiet gasps of excitement reached the couple on the couch every now and then when Fox had noticed something new- a deer, a flower. Bail had hoped that after their adventurous walk through the forest earlier that Fox would be quite exhausted and ready for bed but no. The kid was full of energy even now, bouncing on his feet. It was then that lightning flashed in the sky and the deep growl of a thunder washed over them, silencing everything in its way. Bail and Breha had sat up instantly, ready to move when Fox flinched with a yelp on his lips. Their Bambino stumbled back, whirled around and the fear in their Bambino’s eyes squeezed Bail’s heart. Immediately he held out his arms as Fox toddled over to him, tiny hands reaching for him in return, seeking safety, comfort. And Bail would do anything to give this to his Bambino.

It's so fun to write them

@ninjababypowpow @hastalavistabyebye

If you want a scene added, now's the time to tell me because I haven't finished the whole outline yet XD

[eirenical]

WiP Wednesday... actually on Wednesday for once!

I know, I know, I'm also surprised. XD

Here we have Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing's first meeting when "A-Fei" and "Li-shenyi" have come to Tianji Hall to see if anything can be done for the young master, Shan Gudao's nephew. Li-shenyi is off being wined and dined by He Xiaohui and Di Feisheng has wandered off and come across Fang Duobing practicing in an overgrown courtyard... and can't resist poking his nose in.

[Earlier snippets of this fic in no particular order.]

Di Feisheng's smile widened.  The boy had spirit.  He could see all too well why he would have attracted Li Xiangyi's attention.  Xiangyi always did hate to see potential go to waste.  Given a few more years to refine that skill and hone his body into fighting form, the boy could be quite an entertaining opponent.  Not Li Xiangyi's caliber, of course, but then who was apart from himself?

He leaned in and gave the boy's elbow a hard tap.  "Too high.  You'll exhaust yourself keeping your arm aloft and have no strength left for the thrust forward."

The boy's eyes narrowed, but he did as instructed, his carriage much improved even with that one simple instruction.  His next attack had some power behind it, and Di Feisheng felt the reverberation all the way up his arm as he moved to block it.  The boy could feel the difference, too, if his delighted smile was anything to go by.  Di Feisheng spent the next several minutes correcting a several other stances, showing the boy how to get the best leverage he could when he was so much shorter than his opponent.  That would serve him well until he reached his full height, even if he did manage to get out of that chair.

When the boy had run through the last of his energy, his arm shaking as he held the sword aloft, his face dripping with sweat, Di Feisheng called their time to an end.  The boy lowered his sword into his lap, gratefully gulping at the water skin slung over the back of his chair.  When he'd caught his breath again, the look he turned upwards was one that Di Feisheng well recognized.  Xiangyi looked much the same when plotting some of his most ridiculous mischief.  He sighed.  "You may call me A-Fei."

"Just A-Fei?"

"Just A-Fei."

A snort of laughter nearly had the boy inhaling his next drink of water, but he got himself under control quickly enough.  "That's a ridiculous name for a grown man to be called."

"And you can think of no reason for a grown man not to give his full name to a child?"

The boy opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly, brow furrowing.  Di Feisheng leaned against the boy's practice tree, arms folded over his chest, waiting.  Eventually, the boy asked quietly, "How do you know Xiangyi Swordplay well enough to teach it?"

"Now that, Fang-gongzi, is a worthy question."

Di Feisheng stayed just long enough to see the boy's eyes widen, then used qinggong to leap the fence and travel back to the main house.  Surely Li Lianhua was free of He-tangzhu's hospitality by now and could be persuaded to get down to business about the boy.  Because Shan Gudao's nephew or not, there was something of worth in that tiny frame, and Li Lianhua could use a dose of that determined spirit.

[blackjackkent]

Drabble dedicated to @rhysintherain (who suggested this headcanon) and @astreamofstars (who enthusiastically endorsed it when it was brought up weeks ago). XD

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Rakha watches Aylin and Isobel walk away, disappearing off into one of the Towers' many side rooms. Her thoughts are troubled, scattered. The battles here are won, but too much lies ahead...

"So we are to have the daughter of a goddess and her pet cleric for guests," Minthara says dryly. "Praise be. The honors heaped upon us never cease."

Rakha grunts. "They may have something useful to say," she says curtly. "We should hear it." Never mind that as long as Isobel is in camp, some part of Rakha's brain will always be growling with the dark urge to tear her apart...

She sighs and begins to trudge back towards the throne room.

Wyll smiles slightly, falling into step with her. "They're sweet together, though, aren't they?" he murmurs. "Nice to see something happy after... well... all of this."

"Yes," Rakha agrees quietly.

"Chk," says Lae'zel from Rakha's other side. Her eyes are hooded over with weariness and dark thoughts. "Selune's daughter and Ketheric's. A difficult match at best."

"Doesn't seem to have stopped them," Wyll says. "Hells - not even Isobel's death did." His smile fades. "I wonder what happened to her. A century past, right? It must have been around the time the curse rolled in."

"She died by violence," Rakha mutters. "The dog said that she--" She stops both in words and motion, coming to a halt in the middle of the corridor. Her head tips to one side and her gaze goes distant for a moment.

"What?" Wyll asks, looking at her with a flicker of concern. "What is it?"

Rakha doesn't answer, but breaks into a sudden jog towards the stairs.

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Ketheric's bedroom, it seems, has been relatively untouched by the fighting. There is no blood here, no fallen bodies. And the undead dog still paces the floor, her nails clicking rhythmically against the wooden planks.

"Squire," Rakha says quietly.

She no longer has a potion to speak with the dog, but it is clear that Squire recognizes her all the same. For a brief moment, the dog tenses, all its muscles visibly rippling - then relaxes as she sniffs the air and registers Rakha's scent. But she does not stop her pacing, patrolling the edge of the room with compulsive, anxious energy.

She guards her master's home. She does not know that he is dead, Rakha thinks with the flicker of a frown. She looks down at the door she's just opened, sees a chunk torn out of its inner wood. The dog tried to break free, to come fight at Ketheric's side, and failed. So now she waits here for him to come back, attentive, unceasing. Loyal.

Rakha thinks for a moment, then crouches down so her eyes are at the dog's height. "Squire," she says again, her voice unusually soft. It is easier to talk to animals that people, she has found. "It is over. He's gone."

No doubt, without the potion, the words mean nothing - and yet the steady rhythm of Squire's steps comes to an abrupt halt. The dog goes very still, turning to stare at Rakha with beady, intent eyes. A low, mournful whine sounds in her throat.

"Come with me," Rakha says. "Isobel is downstairs."

The whine cuts off into an upturned yelp like a question. The dog's ears go back. Her tail gives a cautious wag. She knows that name. Isobel.

"Come with me," Rakha repeats. Cautiously, she extends her hand the way Wyll taught her to do with Scratch, knuckles towards the creature's nose. For a long moment, neither of them moves.

Then Squire steps forward carefully and rests the side of her muzzle against Rakha's hand. And Rakha inexplicably feels a little of her own tension ease as she gently scratches under the dog's chin.

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Aylin has Isobel up against a wall when Rakha finds them again, though thankfully they're both still clothed. Rakha does, however, have to wait patiently for almost a minute before they break from a kiss to gasp for air.

"Aylin--" Isobel says breathlessly, nudging without much conviction at Aylin's shoulder. "We have-- company again..."

Aylin glances with utter disinterest over her shoulder at Rakha. "Did I not tell you," she says coolly, "that Dame Aylin and her mate had business that did not concern you?"

Rakha looks back at her, equally dispassionately. "I will be gone in a moment," she answers. "I have something for her." She jerks her head to indicate Isobel.

"Aylin, please," Isobel murmurs, stroking Aylin's jaw with her fingertips. "We have time now. We have time..." She disentangles herself from the aasimar's embrace, straightening her robe sheepishly, and gives Rakha a questioning look. "What is it?"

Rakha doesn't have time to answer. Hearing Isobel's voice, Squire blows past her at a full run, almost knocking Rakha off her feet in the process. The undead dog barrels towards Isobel, every muscle strained almost to snapping, and leaps up to plant her forelegs on the cleric's shoulders.

"Oof!" Isobel cries, almost toppling off balance. Aylin catches her with a hand at the small of her back and stares at the dog in abject surprise.

It takes Isobel a moment to figure out what's happening. Her pet, after all, once had fur and eyes that were not glassy and blank. But the eagerness of the greeting, the bony tail wagging like a whip, the low bark of excitement - Rakha can see the pieces clicking into place.

"Moonmaiden's mercy," Isobel whispers, sinking to her knees, placing both her hands on the dog's face. "Squire?"

Squire yips excitedly. All traces of the hardened guard dog seem gone for the moment. She bounces up and down, licking excitedly at Isobel's face with her dry tongue, her whole body wriggling with joy.

"Gods above... I thought you were dead too..." Tears fill Isobel's eyes and she throws her arms around Squire, hugging the squirming muscle-and-bone creature with all her strength.

Aylin stands next to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes have remained fixed on Rakha, but her gaze softens slightly. "You do my Isobel a kindness," she says gruffly. "It will not be forgotten."

Rakha shrugs. As a gift, it seems a pale comparison to the compulsive thoughts of death she has harbored towards Isobel and Aylin both. It seemed natural rather than generous; she deserves no credit for it.

But she does smile, just a little, to see the way the dog's tail wags, reunited at last with the lost girl she died to protect.

[edgeray]

Hello Ray! 🍅 anon here again (I got a breather today). Pulled for Furina earlier to keep my Husband and Wife in the same team (Arle and Yelan), because Yelan was being dragged to the hyperbloom comp. Somehow my Furina is miles more cracked than Arle even though I've spent TWICE as much resin on the latter (I do not. understand.) [And Arle is the one I really do want built :,,,,) )

I know that I can ask you shorter stuff, but so many things pop into my head that I do want to say so these reqs become. really really long by accident oops.

Tumblr protecting everyone else from your Arle angst is REAL. Think it knows how it can break everybody's hearts so it saves us the heartbreak... Wow you broke even tumblr's heart! that's a next level achievement right there xD

Speaking of the occasional angst to let off the steam from the fluff, I think that's our cue to run. If an angst writer needs to let off steam they're about to give us the worst kniving of our lifetime and I think the rest of us should hightail our feelings out of here as quick as we can and read it like a robot /j

Dragon AU wouldn't be that popular if it wasn't so well written. HAHSHAHAH your world building really does do it justice and it shows! I love dragons personally so I am actually d.o.w.n. to discuss dragons (anoncryinginthecorner is me so yes!) and their biology (which differs from species to species which makes it highly interesting! Did You Know that Zhongli, as a chinese dragon, would have 2 pillars instead of one? Hence that C1 HAHSAHHAHA) Also pregnant reader... What did Lyney burn down in his excitement when he found out? Dragons should have a sharp sense of smell and whatnot, so the 4 dragons in the house probably found out that reader was pregnant before reader even knew lmao. Cue trio being extra caring and Arle being excessively protective! PART FOUR PART FIVE OMNOMNOMNOMNOM Also Arle being a whole head and torso higher than R in human form as a dragon is going to be hilarious (there's no need to transform into a full human so Arle goes into a form that saves more energy to transform into, hehehhe). Reader getting embarrassed by EVERYTHING because what do you do when your eye level is face to face with the most delicious abs and thighs possible? Not drool and want to worship even for good snuggles and for use as a pillow?

Dragon!reader makes this all the more interesting! Imagine magicking an egg that hatches as their child! Speaking of dragons a lot of them have what's known as a reverse scale, which is technically a weak point/treasure and getting to touch it is a huge symbol of trust. Thoughts on Dragon!R/Arle giving their SO the scale/letting SO touch it? And horns are really sensitive right? Arle petting D!reader's head and horns... oh my goodness. internally combusting due to Arle!!! Nuzzling deep into Arle's warm neck/chest to hide the embarrassment heheheh...

Also well written sfw blogs are a rare find because everybody is (rightfully) thirsting for Arle, like your mommas (whom I also read but don't dare to req because... tbh idk why they scare me even through the screen HAHSAHAHS I may have worse social anxiety than Bocchi of all people), so don't feel pressured in any way to change it unless you want to! We have your back always (I keep coming back for more of your writing as comfort food HASHHAH)

If I can hazard a guess, nobody req'ed Vampy!Arle yet because the people who would req vampy!Arle and the people who want a continuation of Late Night Devil (which has a similar atmosphere) is a circle (I am a part of it). DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY DISHONOR ON YOUR COW (but our fam doesn't even have a cow so the dishonor is going to the resident cat (me))

ONE UPPING THE HANAHAKI!!! How about 2 idiots in love who Hanahaki for each other but at the same time don't let the other know it, then someone (HotH trio, Furi, Tsaritsa, ANYONE) just locks them in a room and "here's the one chance you idiots in love have to talk it out, I am NOT opening this damned door if I hear coughing". WAIT NONONO THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS A ONE UPPER YOU HEAR YOU AXOLOTL (I KNOW AXOS DON'T HAVE EARS BUT THEY CAN HEAR SO THAT GOES THE SAME FOR YOU)

I love your fic lists! I have only one miff with them and it's my fault because I've read them all so there was nothing new to read HASHHAHAHA. But getting to read old classics again was great! (Istg why is mlm content so much easier to find... ao3 feeds haikaveh and chili well... but why not us :,<)

ALSO ALSO before I forget (because evidently i Forgot the last time) One Hell of a Butler... I MISS IT SM how did it take... what? 10k words for them to kiss under the facade of... FAKE MARRIAGE?? istg slow burn is the best but this is not even slow burning this is dry aging before it even goes to slowly roasting... (but like all meats treated this way it's also heavenly)

I think I've yapped too much with this one... oops. It's dead middle of the night here so I think I'm going to go read the Dragon fics again before getting some shut eye (hopefully it works)

Hi, 🍅 anon!! I'm glad you got your Furina even though she was more cracked than Arle, sadge ;-;. Furina is (or was, but I still consider her is) an Archon sooo.

I've searched up why Tumblr may not be letting me post my stuff, so hopefully I can get that fixed. Still really mad. The sad thing is is that I don't have a ton of ideas for arle angst ;-; except for arlevie. I love Clervie and Arlecchino 🫶 (but I love hurting them more). One of my friends is working on an arlevie fic and I'm so excited and I'm patiently waiting...

All of your dragon arle/reader thoughts are so hnghh ajk;flasjlk;as lmfao. Protective Arle 🥹 need. The fact that the trio and Arle can smell the baby before Reader even knows... a;jaafas. I honestly am trying to wrap my head around what a hybrid between human and dragon would be... maybe a wyvern? I have no clue lol. That is a problem for future me while writing dragon au pt.4.

Also yes, I'm aware that your user is anoncryinginthecorner, which is a genius name by the way. And ooh... Zhonglie has 2 dicks. Imagine Arle with -- well I'm sure you get what I'm thinking about.

I wish I made dragon reader cuter but I was hella tired and for some reason I kinda couldn't get any ideas. ;-; Also am I the only one who believes that d!arle/reader wrapping their tail around their s/o as cuddling is so 🥺 .

fa;fasjklasf; I'm like. stuck in between. I want to write smut, but I don't want to make it a thing. I know that smut is like 10x more popular than sfw so honestly it's a little tempting... but I'm not going to fall under the trap of more views/engagement! I have my little community here among the sfw and it's really cozy ^^. Also I don't know how nsfw blogs work... like how do you guys constant write horny all the time? I mean, I'm hypersexual but don't yall get tired of the same dicking around?? I'm pretty sure I would get exhausted of writing nsfw even if it's very self indulge.

anyways, point of that was I do want to stay sfw as much as possible, but I wanted to at least try posting smut once because i've never published smut before! and if it gets more engagement than anything I've ever written... oh well. I do admit it's a little saddening to me that I've put what, 3k, 4k, 5k, 6k words, however long my works are, and a 300 word smut blurb gets like more attention. It's unfortunate but eh. The dark side is not worth it. I love interacting with you guys 🫶. I also don't really like the idea of having to restrict my content to everyone, because I do want as many people who want my content to see it (though I hope minors don't read my smut, but they'll probably do anyways and that's just a fact of life I can't change).

I love my mommas, don't be scared (although that probably doesn't help, so...) They're really nice and I talk to them a lot outside of the occasional reblogs and comments under their posts. They have a discord channel if you want to talk to them but not request lol. I'm not in, because I don't use discord and talking to groups of people makes me want to combust...

anyways. I kinda get that those who want vampire arle may want more 'late night devil.' I've also seen you not mention nuit rouge, so to clarify, it's the idol arle with the delicious boob window. It's from the Srping? Hoyofair of this year. and I... need.

lmao, the one upping. what if... arle coughs out rainbow rose or lumidouce bells... that's the only thing i have for an idea currently. I mean @\aetherdoesthings is already making a hanahaki series for arle per my request 🥹 (i love you aether). if you're looking for a hanahaki, there's that. And okay, fine, I won't take this as a requset 🤭. I still have yours to do, which I think is the next one after the current one I have to work on.

ughhhh hearing 'One Hell of A Butler'... it's like nostalgia even tho it's not that old lmfao. I stopped working on it once I got requests and I'm just so-- man the amount of horny I had for demon butler arle... look. it is a really fine and unique opportunity for sub arle which is just so 🤤anyways, enough about that. high key, outside of horny, i had so much plot in mind including reader's and arle's traumatic backstory. maybe if somoene requests it i'll write the next part. 'One Hell of a Butler' was always supposed to be a slowburn but the slow burn is slow burning and oufff i just want to write them together ._.

speaking of another throwback, what about the series that probably built up my following 'arlecchino is a person.' i honestly don't even know how I came up with it, especially with 'arlecchino is a cold angst' (i prolly just wanted angst, and then I got another idea and another idea, and I thought-- why the hell not? might as well make it a series). I do want to do more series like that over my school break once that... maybe of a specific au or i could have each day a different au.

anyways, i've basically yapped as much you have so it's okay. we both know we don't mind haha. looking forward to your next response, whenever that is. no rush!