#this is from a while ago ive been meaning to post it for a bit lol

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Charley Brewster from Fright Night Part 2. The lineart is done with a dark brown brush pen and the colouring with alcohol markers. Charley is in the centre of the piece, arms brimming with vampire hunting items like crosses, crucifixes, stakes, and even a shovel. He's looking down to the side with his mouth slightly open and a nervous expression on his face. He's sweating. An arch of roses, connected with one long stem, frames him. Comparatively oversized objects float around him, starting with a bloody stake at the bottom. Above that, there's various crosses, which leads into holy water and garlic cloves. Next to that, there's a crucifix and fake vampire teeth with blood on the fangs. A few bat symbols are littered around. Finally, at the bottom, the quote "vampires aren't real" appears surrounded by a bright sun. Charley is mostly coloured with blue and grey tones, while the background is a warmer yellow with a light red watercolour wash over it.]

[cherimoyatea]

The LaDs Men healing your inner child...

...they accidentally evoke your insecurities and comfort you.

❧ Part I - Xavier - One bite away...

Pairing: Xavier x You Synopsis: You feel unappreciated because Xavier wasted your cupcakes. Tags: confused xavier almost food poisoning himself, irritated mc, food waste, mentioning of blood (a little), fluff, romance, comfort Word Count: 750 Side Notes: So, this actually turned out a bit longer than originally intended, but my brain kept spilling ideas, so I just went with it (we haven't been close lately, so I take what I can get *coughs*) I had planned to write a draft for all four men and post it in one go, but they ended up being a bit longer, so I decided to create a little series instead and post it as short stories. Deliberately avoided specifying the traumas so that everyone can project their own ideas if they like. I'm still new to writing about LaDs, but I tried to capture each man's personality as best as possible. Starting off with Xavier, since October is his birthday month! 🎉✨ Part II - Rafayel ❧ Part III - Zayne ❧ Part IV Sylus

''Huh? What do you mean by 'I'm leaving?' You just got here.'' Xavier looks at you, confused, as you turn your back on him and head towards the front door. He rubs his sleepy eyes, still unsure of what exactly happened.

You found him sleeping on the sofa in his apartment earlier and used the spare key after ringing the bell in vain. At first, you were touched by how cute and vulnerable your boyfriend looked in his sleep, but your feelings quickly shifted when your gaze fell on his open kitchen counter.

On your way to the hallway, you again, spot the cupcakes you baked for Xavier three days ago. They're still sitting untouched on the counter, and the unrefrigerated buttercream looks anything but fresh by now. You take the plate with the cupcakes and walk over to the trashbin, while a burning feeling of disappointment spreads within you as you press the foot pedal of the bin, opening the lid.

All for nothing.

You spent half the morning preparing a surprise for your boyfriend, and he hasn't even tried your baked goods. The thought that your effort went unappreciated weighs heavily on you, and you just want to leave his apartment as quickly as possible.

''Wait, what's going on here?'' You suddenly hear his voice and startle as he unexpectedly appears behind you, snatching the plate from your hands without you realizing it.

''Everything's fine. Just leave it alone.'' You shake your head, still annoyed by his lack of interest in your baking. ''Cupcakes need to be refrigerated, or they will go bad.'' Your serious stare shifts from the plate in his hands back to Xavier's bewildered face as you sigh with a defeated shrug. ''Guess, I have to throw them away now.''

''Xavier! Have you lost your mind? You could really get sick from that!''

You reach out and try to take the plate from him, but he quickly steps back and pulls it away. ''Nope. They're mine'' he replies with a soft smile, as you watch him set the plate down on the counter and take a moldy piece of pastry. Your eyes widen as he brings it to his mouth to take a bite, and you quickly grab the dessert from his hand and throw it into the trashbin.

He looks genuinely distressed as he stares at your baked goods in the trash and berates himself for his own negligence. ''You really didn’t have to do that, MC... I'm sure they would’ve still been delicious.''

An awkward silence fills the room as you sigh and follow his gaze. ''Why did you even leave them on the counter? You usually finish my food in no time...''

Only then do your eyes catch the small bloodstain at the bottom of his white sweater, and you gasp as you lift the hem. ''Xavier, what the...?!'' Your heart drops as you notice the bandage awkwardly wrapped around his right hip and he quickly pulls his sweater over the injury, attempting to hide the leaking wound, but it's too late— you have already seen it.

And suddenly everything becomes clear: Your beloved didn't eat the cupcakes because he wasn't home. He was completely unaware of the surprise you prepared for him and collapsed on his couch after he got back, drained and exhausted.

''Xav, don't tell me you were on a mission that I didn't know about...''

You say, suddenly feeling so bad for being upset over him just a minute ago.

''And what if I was?''

For a brief moment, Xavier turns away, trying to avoid your concerned expression as he considers whether to be honest with you. But then he lets out a sigh and steps closer, meeting your gaze softly.

Blue, warm eyes study every muscle on your face, trying to read your mind while you hear his soothing voice. ''Sorry for not enjoying your pastries in time. Please don't think that I don't appreciate what you do for me.''

Guilt runs through your veins as you realize that moments earlier, your partner was willing to put his health at risk in order to improve your mood, His selflessness, brings tears to your eyes, and you feel the suffocating sense of worthlessness slowly vanish from your body.

The handsome silver-blonde man softly brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his warm eyes fixed on yours. ''I've fought through every battle just to come back to you, MC. You are seen and cherished—always keep that in mind.''

Thanks for reading!

Cheri 🍒

Updated Nov. 20th:

Added links to the other parts + fixed formatting.

[nyzfiles]

Hey! I just found your blog and have read the works you’ve put out so far(they’re really good!). Could I please request a fic with IVE’s Yujin?

Where her and reader have been dating for a while now but lately reader has been rejecting Yujins advances whenever she tried initiating sex with her which, of course, Yujin respected. But, when she was on social media and saw the comments under your posts she realized why. (Which was because of the hate you were receiving about your body). When Yujin found out she decided to gently bring it up with you which resulted in you breaking down. Alright, to get to the point Yujin shows how in love with your body and how perfect she thinks it is by making love to you and kissing every inch of your skin(especially your stomach). Thank you!(sorry, I couldn’t think of how to make my explanation shorter)

a/n : hi anon! thank you so much for the request, i love this idea and body worshipping is top tier!

warnings - smut (minors and men dni!) sorta angst?

tags - soft dom!yujin x sub!fem reader, reader is very insecure, body worshipping, nipple stimulation, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering, yujin is just VERY in love with reader !!

word count - 1.3k

you and yujin have been dating for close to 8 months now. she's been the most attentive, loyal, and affectionate girlfriend you could ask for. in the beginning of your guys' relationship you had an amazing sex life, yujin is very much a giver and you get to benefit from that.

recently, you've been starting to reject her advances whenever she tries to be intimate with you and it's left her confused and quite honestly a bit hurt. of course she would never pressure you into anything but she can't help but wonder what's changed.

about two days ago she was scrolling through her instagram when she came across your most recent post and hearted it. out of curiosity she went to the comments and was heartbroken by what she saw. a bunch of people who claimed to be her fans were body-shaming you and leaving horrible comments.

she closed the app, deciding she would bring it up with you once she figured out how to do it gently. it all made sense now why you had stopped wanting to be intimate with her, she never imagined people would be making you feel so horrible about yourself.

now, she watches you sitting on the other end of the couch, a sad expression on your face as you scroll through your phone. "is everything alright?" she asks, concern evident in her voice. you just nod, giving her a small smile before looking back down at your phone. she sighs, placing her hand on your leg and caressing it gently. "baby...what's going on? things haven't been normal for months." she says, worry plaguing her mind.

you look back up at her, tears stinging your eyes as your lip quivers. "i've just been feeling really down about myself..." you whimper, your voice breaking as you try to confide in your girlfriend. she looks at you with sympathy, pulling you into her arms as you break down and start crying.

she kisses the top of your head, whispering softly to you as she strokes your hair. "baby, those people don't mean anything to us. i love you, and i love your body. you're so beautiful." she reassures you, tilting your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips. "promise me you'll block anybody who makes you feel like this." she whispers against your hair, still holding you close.

you nod, starting to relax in her arms as your tears stop. "this is why you haven't wanted to have sex with me, isn't it?" she sighs softly, looking down at you. you nod, feeling a little embarrassed as you admit it to her. "i didn't want you to have to look at me and realize that all these people are right." you sniffle, wiping away the rest of your tears.

she shakes her head, cupping your face in her hands and kissing you again. "they're not right. you are beautiful, hot, sexy, stunning, and everything else in between. i am lucky to have you." she confesses, trying to show you how serious she is. you nod slowly, wrapping your arms around her. "let me show you how beautiful i think you are..." she mutters, hands cupping your ass as you sit in her lap.

you look up at her apprehensively, chewing on your lip before nodding your head. "okay..." you agree, giving yourself to her. she smiles, threading her fingers through your hair before kissing you slowly. she picks you up, hands gripping your thighs as she carries you into your guys' shared bedroom without breaking the kiss.

she gently lays you against the bed, hovering over you as her lips trail down your neck. "i can't believe how beautiful you are. how did i get so lucky?" she mumbles against your skin, hands moving to the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. you blush, arms going to cover your stomach before she stops you. "don't. i want to see every inch of you tonight." she says, moving your hands and kissing the palms on each of them.

you watch as she undoes the clasp on your bra, throwing it on the floor beside the bed. she cups your tits, flicking her tongue over your hard nipple. you gasp softly, playing with her hair as she sucks, licks, and bites your nipples, switching between them. your moans spur her on and she kisses down to your stomach, her lips lingering there.

her mouth kisses every inch of your stomach, dampness pooling in your panties. "so fucking stunning." she whispers, gripping your waist as she kisses above the waistline of your panties. your eyes sting with tears as she worships your stomach, kissing every stretch mark and praising you.

she slowly peels your panties off, groaning softly when she sees your cunt glistening. "so pretty and wet for me." she smiles, fingers teasing your folds. you whine, your cunt clenching as her finger disregards the spot you need her the most. "please..." you mutter, heart pounding as you watch her. she leans in, placing your legs on her shoulders before running her tongue through your folds. you let out a long moan, hand tangling in her hair as she flicks her tongue over your sensitive clit.

she hums against you, the taste of you making her own arousal grow. she grips your thighs tighter, sucking on your clit and swirling her tongue around it. you throw your head back in pleasure, toes curling as your arousal leaks out of you. "feels so good..." you whimper, grinding your cunt against her tongue. she chuckles softly, slowly easing her tongue inside of your tight cunt.

you gasp, stomach tightening as she curls her tongue inside of you. your nails are practically digging into her scalp as she tongue fucks you and rubs her nose against your clit. the knot in your stomach gets tighter and you cry out her name as your thighs squeeze her head and your cum coats her tongue.

she swallows every last drop, pulling back and licking her lips as she looks at you. "tastes so sweet." she smiles, kissing her way up to your body until she reaches your lips. you laugh tiredly, wrapping your arms around her to bring her closer to you. "you're so pretty." she sighs happily, two fingers slowly rubbing your clit. you blush, bucking your hips slightly as she takes them and parts your folds.

she gently pushes her fingers inside you, making you moan and grip her biceps. her thumb rubs your clit while her fingers fuck you, her mouth leaving dark purple hickeys along your collarbone. "y...yujin..." you gasp, breath hitching as she curls her fingers against your g-spot. she smirks against the spot on your neck she was sucking on, thumb pressing harder against your clit.

you start to ride her fingers, eagerly chasing your second orgasm of the night while she leaves love bites all over your neck, collarbone, and tits. your nails dig into her biceps as she pumps her fingers deeper and moves her thumb faster, making your eyes roll back. the familiar feeling of your stomach tightening washes over you and your legs shake as your orgasm washes over you.

she slowly fucks you through your high, slipping her fingers out and licking them clean. she lays down on the bed beside you, pulling you into her arms as she kisses you sweetly. "i love you so much, you know that?" she smiles, forehead resting against yours. you nod, snuggling yourself closer to her. "i love you too." you mutter, letting her hold you as you drift off to sleep.

[froggibus]

Rose Quartz - Venture

Pairing: Venture x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, bit of crack, one droplet of angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: in which Venture wants to confess their feelings for you, but keeps giving you rocks instead

CW: awkwardness, crushes, kind of unrequited love, mentions of crystals/rocks and their meanings, Venture avoiding their feelings, one (1) argument, aggressive kissing, reader calls Venture "nerd", NOT PROOFREAD

NEW BANNERS!!! IM SO EXCITED!! ive been wanting a more cohesive graphic for my posts rather than just reusing gifs, so I made these and I adore them!! first time writing about Venture and tbh it's a little juvenile but it kinda works with the theme. they're so adorable and i absolutely love them ^.^ (also happy canadian moment that they gave us an interesting canadian hero finally lol)

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” Heavy boots trail after Sloan’s voice, prompting you to turn around. 

“What’s up?”

They give you a toothy grin, holding up a hand to pause while they catch their breath. It’s a hot day in Petra, nearly scorching with all of the gear you have on just to enter the dig site. Even standing in the sun is enough to have you panting and sweaty. 

Sloan releases one last heavy breath and closes the last few steps between the two of you. “I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

They’re so close you can see the sweat shimmering across their brow, smelling that familiar earthy scent of theirs that you’ve thought about for weeks now. The sun beats down overhead and you’re sure they must be boiling under their safety equipment. 

You cock your head to the side, “what is it?”

“I just—I’ve been thinking for a while, you know? And I really thought that maybe—is it really hot out here? I’m really hot.”

You nod in agreement, cupping your hands around your eyes to block out the sun. You were just on your way back to the shuttle to your hotel room when they caught you, and you have little interest in staying in this heat. 

“I should probably get going,” you admit, “it’s boiling and I need to eat.”

Sloan agrees all too quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I—I just wanted to know,” they loose a sigh, “do you want this rock?”

You’re taken aback for only a moment as they reach out a sweaty palm with a jagged pink crystal no bigger than a dollar coin. You reach out and grab it, your fingertips brushing their hand as you do. Sloan doesn’t miss the way you shiver from the contact. 

“It’s pretty, what is it?”

Sloan scratches the back of their neck. “It’s rose quartz, I just thought you might find it pretty or something…”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You tuck the rock into your pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah…see you tomorrow.”

Sloan watches as you spin on your heel and slowly disappear into the horizon. As soon as you’re out of eyesight, they let themselves sigh in disappointment and drop to their knees. 

Confessing is much harder than they thought it would be. 

—

You hold the rose quartz the whole shuttle ride to the hotel, rolling the cold stone across your aching palms. It really is a beautiful stone, even if it serves as a physical reminder of your own disappointment. 

You thought, just for a moment, that they might feel the same way as you. That they were going to ask you on a date, at least. But you’ve thought that the past few weeks, and it’s only bred chagrin. 

The cold air of your hotel room doesn’t feel nearly as nice as it should. Your skin still feels sticky, a layer of dust stuck to the sweat from the sweltering sun you spent the day under. But it’s not the sweat or the dust that has you feeling withdrawn—it’s the sight of the stones lining your night table. 

You place the rose quartz at the end of a line of eight stones, admiring them all together. It’s a beautiful array of clear, pink and green stones. Some are smooth—like they’ve already been tumbled—and others are jagged, found raw and expertly cut from the rock they once formed in. 

Your favourite, given to you just a few days ago, was a raw piece of rhodochrosite. Sloan had a big grin when they gave it to you, the stone warm from them holding it in their palm for so long.

You roll the stone in your palm for only a moment before ordering your usual room service, shrugging off your clothes and going to take a shower. The cold water feels amazing on your skin, washing the heat and shame of the day down the drain. For the time you’re in the shower, you hardly even think about Sloan or the collection of rocks starting to accumulate. 

You only get out when your phone buzzes with the usual courtesy notification letting you know the room service cart is on its way up to you. The air conditioning feels much better after showering, chilling the bite of your skin. You dress quickly in pyjamas and get to the door just in time to let in the kind lady with your dinner.

It’s the same woman as the last few nights—an older lady with a dazzling smile that she flashes at you as she crosses the threshold into your room.

“Same as usual?” She prompts while she lays out the dishes on the small table in the corner.

“You know it.”

She finishes laying out your spread, the delicious scent nearly making your mouth water, before grabbing the cart and starting to back out of the room. She pauses just as she gets past your nightstand, her eyes flicking over the array of stones.

“Well, aren’t those pretty.” You smile in agreement, “they are, aren’t they?”

“Lots of love stones,” she says. “Were they gifted to you?”

“Love stones?”

“Yes,” she nods, “like rose quartz, and rhodochrosite. They represent love in certain practices.”

The information is like a slap in the face, leaving you so dazed that you forget to thank the woman as she leaves your room. Love stones? Why would Sloan be giving you love stones?

You’re near frantic as you collect all of the stones into your hand, forgetting your shoes as you burst out of your hotel room and storm down the hall to Sloan’s. You’re not sure if they’re even back from the site yet, or what you’ll say to them when you get to their room—all you’re sure of is that you want to know why they gave you the stones. The real reason.

Sloan is utterly confused when they open their door to see you there, hair wet and dressed in pyjamas with no shoes, holding out a handful of rocks. “Hi?”

“Why did you give these to me?”

Sloan swallows, dark eyes examining the stones clutched in your palm. “I just thought you’d like them.” A lie, a complete and utter lie.

They curse themselves for being such a coward and not confessing sooner—but you’re just so cute, and they like you so much, and they felt so damn awkward trying to tell you they liked you. Except now, with you standing so close to them, water dripping from your hair and rendering your pyjama top near see-thru, they feel much more awkward.

“Just because you thought I’d like them?” You’re breathing hard, eyebrows knit together in confusion, “or because they’re apparently ‘love stones’, whatever that means.”

From the way their mouth hangs open, you know you’ve caught them.

“Listen, I—I—”

You cut them off, “did you know what the meanings were when you gave them to me?”

“Yes,” they sigh defeatedly. “But I thought you knew!”

“Of course I didn’t know!”

Sloan peers down the hall, hoping no one is around to hear your rising voices. “Why don’t you come in?”

“Why? So you can keep leading me in circles, so I can keep wondering why you don’t feel the same way as I do?” The words come out before you can stop them, even the hand you clamp over your mouth doing nothing to keep them in.

Sloan’s shoulders sag. “I wasn’t leading you in circles.”

“Weren’t you?” You shake your head, turning away from them. “You just wanted to hide behind a bunch of rocks forever.”

“Y/n, wait!”

You shake your head, starting to walk away. You don’t get far, as Sloan grabs your shoulder and spins you to face them. You have no time to react as they grab the back of your head and shove your face into theirs.

The second their lips meet yours, all of the built up disappointment from the past few weeks melts away. You relax into their touch, letting their calloused fingers tangle in your hair. They taste citrusy, over just a hint of salt, and electrify you like a shot of tequila.

You pull away breathlessly, looking at them over your lashes. They’re smirking like an idiot, eyes practically sparkling.

“Still think I’m leading you in circles?”

You rest your hand on their waist, pulling them back to you in desperation. “Shut up and kiss me again, nerd.”

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[blondbaddie69]

stuff ive uncovered about bookofbill/countdown website

so the first three pages are stuff about the uh website and i think the latter two are about the actual book

, while working on the code for pg 77, after i finished i found a post of people who decoded it 6 days before (kms.) alot of this is uncoverd on the official subreddit, i didnt look at it until after, the pages are kinda just rambling and stuff, passwords and such, the passowords "frame" and "container" didnt mean anything and were glitches fixed a bit later, turns out the capalized letters were not actually apart of the thing, just the way the doc. translated italic letters, before i had gotten the alchemy symbols with soos, i was looking through the source elements and found the thing for his eyes along with the countdown reading at 00:07:00, with the date and a "T12" wich in assuming means 12:00 pm for when it hits 7, also speculated it could be at 03:14:5 as soos mentioned something about "the end of math?" there were also spectorgraphs in the uhh lofi soos linked reading "remember eliclydia" and "free me" while working on it with jake, he said the lofi could have more (DEBUNKED DUMBDUMB!!) oh also the text above bill translates to "lost files" and the uhh alchemy symbols found with possesd soos read " So! Many! Questions! " the set used to translate said textbox is also used in code on the inside of the cover for the book of bill, listed above? i think idont rember if i put it, it read "praise ye fallen angle" there was also some text next to with symbols i have yet to translate (the symbols on inside of cover are in the front) and the other smaller text was in that one gravityfalls cypher (u know the one) it translated to "su remember" i switched the su around for us as su didnt make much sense, then flipped the rest of it getting "remember us", i have yet to decode the rest of it. another thing i had been stumped on for about 4 days was the numbering on page 77 (numbers underlined above) at first i thought if you put them together you could get quards and it would be another cypher hunt (thank gog it wasn't) it was a line up for episodes and seassons in gravity falls followed by a timestamp , as example ill use the first one "215 858" going to episode 15, in seasson 2 at 8:58 a character says a word, "twisted" and the rest of it yadayadayada the full thing is "Twisted out of shape after the kill, The ghosts of his family are haunting him" that kind of supports the heavily speculated theory of bill killing his family, and shortly after spending 4 days on that, i turned to the gravity subreddit to find, it had been decoded 6 days ago from today (the gun apeared under my chin guys!!) while turning to the subreddit as well, it mentioned a coffee stain code when you lined them up, (i did not do that shit at ALL) but from what I saw it brought up two different kinds of triangles (presumably bills sisters or mother and father) scaline and isocelce? i think i dont fucking remember anyways thats all i have so far, if i find more ill update

[globalrebrand]

The Marriage of Music and Alchemy: Chapter Two

Warnings: None!

A/N: Posting from AO3.

~ After some distractions, Ace remembers his initial plan. | 5.7K Words

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV

That night, there was little time for Ace to discuss the plan as he intended, as he had “accidentally” pilfered a piece of tart from the Heartslabyul kitchen, which set off a chain of events that consumed him and his friends for the next week. Then an impromptu ghost invasion threw the campus into chaos for a weekend, and for whatever reason Ace had to do all the heavy lifting and could barely focus on his classwork as a result. So after a few weeks of catch up it was nearly the inter-dorm  spelldrive tournament.

In all honestly, Ace had quite forgotten about his plan to get his teachers together until Grim asked him what it was he wanted all those weeks ago once things finally cooled off for a bit. It was a random Tuesday afternoon but it reignighted Ace’s spark. After all if he could convince Riddle to chill out with the tyranny that means he could probably do the same for Crewel, and maybe like Riddle under all of that haughtiness and demanding nature, there was an injured little boy with mommy issues. 

So he pleads with the Ramshackle duo to come by that evening and hear him out regarding his brilliant scheme. 

After dinner, Grim and Prefect make their way to Heartslabyul to hear whatever scheme their friend is cooking up. Deuce opens the door with a wide smile and ushers them in happy to host the Prefect in his room. “Do you know Ace is planning?” Grim asks Deuce over the Prefect’s shoulder. 

“No, clue,” the teen replies. 

“Ace, what’s all of this about?” The Prefect asks, already dubious of his intentions, as they cross the threshold of the dorm, carelessly dropping their bag by his desk and crossing their arms over their chest as settle on the plush card-shaped rug by the foot of his bed. 

Deuce moves to sit next to them, freshly showered and no longer in uniform, but in a pair of navy sweat pants and plain gray t-shirt.  The day is nearly done, the room is cast in a warm glow of waning sunlight. Their other dorm mates, Quinn and Decker, are also in the room, a rare occurrence, but they keep to themselves, studying on Quinn’s bed, the dangling cord of headphones linking them as they flip through their assignments. They offer the Prefect a modest wave before returning to their work. 

Ace takes up his post on the side of his bed, leaning forward dramatically to gaze down at his friends. His brown pinched and expression stern. 

“Something must be done about Professor Crewel.” He begins, seemingly serious. 

“You want us to off the Professor or something?” Grim questions with a tilt of his head. Quinn’s wide brown eyes snap to Ace with deep concern. 

“Grim! No, and you two mind your business!” Ace comes to his knees on the rug, shuffling closer and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. 

“Aren’t you sick of Crewel’s overbearing teaching style?”

“Yes! He’s a demon.” Grim whines.

“Grim, what are you talking about?” The Prefect cast a glare up to the pouty cat loafing atop their head. “Crewel is exceedingly kind to us,“ the Prefect begins, “…in his own way,” they amend shortly after. 

While he’s not the warmest nor cuddliest, Crewel is one of the Professor’s more sensitive to their outsider status. He not only knows that they’ve essentially been stranded in a foreign land with no loved ones, resources, or support system besides an egotistical cat (who, in a few short weeks, they have admittedly grown fond of) but tries to offer aid where he can. Whether is be passive listening after class or even a bit of financial support. The Prefect was, of course, highly suspicious when last week he asked Crewel had asked them and Grim to clean his car, only to find it was already nearly spotless, inside and out, but as payment, Crewel gave them 50,000 thaurmarks, almost three times the amount of the paltry monthly allowance the head mage offers and for far less work. 

Ace rolls his eyes at the Prefect, “sellout.” Thankfully, the middle finger was still a deeply offensive gesture in Twisted Wonderland, so threw one Ace’s way. 

“Deuce, come on, you’re sick of it. I know you are, after last Thursday when Crewel-”

“HEY! We don’t have to relive it.” Deuce sighs, embarrassment warming his cheeks.  

“Besides, it was my fault, and a lot of the teachers at school are…intense. Crewel’s no different.”

“We’re definitely the problem.” The Prefect admits as Deuce nods along sagely. 

“No, we are not the problem! Crewel’s behavior goes far beyond just an intense teacher,” Ace rebuts. 

“Don’t you both see what’s happening here?” He implores, focusing his attention solely on the Prefect, “Deuce and Grim not getting it makes perfect sense, but you?”

“Don’t lump me in with him!” Deuce and Grim shout in nigh-perfect synchrony.

“Ugh, out with it, Ace!” The Prefect implores. 

Settling back on his haunches, effectively catching the illumination of the lamp light from Decker’s desk. He pauses in preparation to make his big push for what admittedly is a ridiculous plan. 

“Guys, Professor Crewel is obviously a deeply lonely, bitter, aging bachelor who’ll become the carbon copy of his probably heartless, tyrannical father if he doesn’t find love.” Ace pleads before turning around and sending a terse scowl towards Decker and Quinn as they snicker amongst each other on the other side of the room, quickly quieting the two boys but doing little to convince them what he just said wasn’t utterly absurd. When he turns back to the frowned-up faces of his friends, it seems as though they aren’t buying what he’s selling either.

“Ace…what?” Deuce questions, his eyes narrowed with incredulity as if he’d just heard the dumbest thing on the planet.

“That’s incredibly specific.” Grim mumbles. The Prefect stands abruptly, sending Grim tumbling to the plush carpet with a hiss. 

“Ace…” They pause, dragging a hand across their eyes in exasperation. “Suck it up. Come on, Grim.” They gesture, and Grim deftly hops on the Prefect’s shoulder as they turn to walk to the door.  

“Wait!” Ace cries. Shit , he was losing his would-be co-conspirators. 

“I know it sounds wild, but what if we got the Crewel together with the new musicology professor?”

“What? Professor Bellamy?!” Deuce questions. The Prefect halts their steps, a hand hovering above the doorknob.

“They clearly have chemistry,” Ace adds as if that were perfect justification to go meddling in the affairs of adults. Especially scary adults like their homeroom Professor. 

“Are you insane?” Deuce replies. “Besides don’t even know if she’s single! Or Professor Crewel.” 

“He doesn’t wear a ring, and neither does she,” Ace reminds them, pretending to be the authority on his Professor's personal affairs. 

“Sam was complaining just the other day about how he spends his money on vintage cars.” Grim pipes up, having turned on the Prefect’s shoulder so that he faces the boys, his tail waving in his henchman’s face.

“No self-respecting wife would let her husband spend so recklessly,” he decides resolutely. The Prefect crinkled their brow at the little beastie’s words, confused about how he’d come to such a conclusion, but Grim isn’t wrong, they suppose.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Grim gets it.” Ace gestures excitedly. Grim leaps from the Prefect's shoulder and darts back to the rug, returning to Deuce’s side. 

“Of course I get it!” Grim declares proudly, puffing up his chest. “You forget who the brain of the operation really is.”

At that, the Prefect rolls their eyes, turning around simply to narrow their eyes at their obnoxious companion. 

“How do we even know he- you know, likes, um, ladies?” Deuce asks bashfully.

“You saw them that first day of class when she passed the paper.” Ace reminds the group. 

“Didn’t seem like anything special to me,” Deuce argues. 

“Of course it didn’t, buddy.” The Ace agrees with an insufferable patronizing grin on his face.

“HEY! Prefect back me up.” Deuce turns to implore them for support but finds the Prefect deep in thought by the door. 

“Hey…what are you thinking?” He quiets. 

“Yeah,” Ace adds, “Do you know something we don’t? You’ve been awfully quiet,” turning on the Prefect, he pulls them off their feet and pushes them to sit in his desk chair, dramatically shining the pivoting desk light in their face.

“Don’t shine that light in my eyes, asshole.” They grumble. 

Undeterred by the insult, Ace simply says, “ Spill .”

“It really nothing,” The Prefect tries to demure, throwing up their hands in placation, “…but just this morning, when I came into the music room, the Professor was all alone, playing a sad little song. When I asked what was wrong, she confessed she was feeling down because, and I quote, she’s “almost 30 with prospects.” 

Professor Bellamy also said…other things about how her last relationship was a dumpster fire because she dated her brother's business partner, and well, she didn’t say he cheated, but the Prefect could read between the lines. Regardless, Deuce and Ace didn’t need to know that part, but well, Crewel is nurturing and supportive, with good husband traits. 

However, another thing they wouldn’t tell Ace and Deuce was how Trein mumbled something about Crewel being “committed to dying alone for the sake of ego.” And while the Prefect admits such criticism doesn’t exactly make Crewel sound like spousal material, they would argue his actions say otherwise. 

“Ok, Crewel is stern, but he does seem to really care about our development and safety. I don’t think he’d make a bad husband, per se...”

“Woah, who said anything about marriage, I just need Crewel off my back for now.” 

“Ah, and the truth comes out!” Deuce accuses with a pointed finger, which Ace just brushes aside, uncaring carelessly. 

“Whatever, if Crewel gets a girlfriend and chills out, everyone stands to benefit if they get married, great! If not, as long as they stay together like three years, I don’t give a f-”

“How did you ever have a girlfriend?!” The Prefect interrupts. 

“Hey, I know more about love and relationships than you and Deuce for sure . Sometimes things don’t work out, and that’s just the risk we run.” He punctuates the statement with a nonchalant shrug. 

“That’s so selfish, Ace, not that I’m surprised.” Deuce resigns himself, leaning back against the side of the bed, his head hitting the mattress with a gentle puff. Deuce's eyes close momentarily, but he ultimately decides, “If we’re committing to meddling, we have to see it through! Besides, they better get married if they’re dating for three years.” 

“So you admit it! You agree with me, we should get them together,” Ace’s grin grows wider, becoming entirely too self-satisfied. 

“Kinda, but not for your selfish reasons.” The Prefect corrects, and Deuce nods in agreement. “I genuinely think they could make each other very happy.” They confess softly. 

They deserve to be happy, Deuce affirms.

“And Crewel’s just a few short years away from becoming a washed-up old bachelor. This may be his last chance.” Grim adds. The Prefect mumbles the feline’s name in exasperation. 

“He can’t be that old…can he?” Deuce rebuts, clearly trying to calculate Crewel’s possible age. 

“Whatever, so you’re in?” Ace tries to confirm. 

“You’re desperation is showing,” Grim mumbles, mid-climb, settling on Ace’s desk next to his henchman. 

“Grim! Ass off my papers.” In blatant defiance, Grim settles atop Ace’s open alchemy textbook. Ace is prepared to start a full-on war, but the Prefect cuts him off. 

“Ugh, I guess, but let’s be careful, okay?” They finally relent. “I know you don’t care, but these are real people with feelings, Ace. I just don’t want either of them to get hurt.”

“We’re doing a kindness. Professor Bellamy gets to be with a handsome, smart, and probably rich dude like Crewel, and she’s obviously smoking hot, smart, and talented or whatever, so Crewel wins, too. Honestly, we might be saints.”

“Now you sound like the head mage,” Deuce cuts at Ace with a bored look. 

“Whatever. Deuce, are you onboard?” After several long moments, Deuce agrees.

“Fine. I wouldn’t want them to be lonely, and if the Prefect thinks it's a good idea…”  

“Yes! I know just where to start, but first, we’ll need to enlist some help.” 

_______

Apparently, Ace felt that the best person to go to was Cater since he was a notorious gossip who always sticks his nose in everyone's business, and for whatever reason, Cater found this flattering. And was more than happy to help his beloved freshman with their little plot. “For funsies,” he said.

It took a few days, but by Friday night, using time that would have probably been better spent studying had been devoted to extensive research about their professors.  The venue had now changed to Cater’s room since Quinn and Decker couldn’t be trusted with sensitive information. A slide presentation was created, copious amounts of surprisingly abundant internet information compiled and titled, “Project B + C = A’s for All.” Ace thought himself quite clever for it, the others less so. Using an old ruler stolen from the math department, Ace points to the screen of the laptop propped up on Cater’s desk, the first slide with a photo of Professor Crewel on one side and a picture of you on the other pulled up on the wide screen of Deuce’s bulky but wide old computer. Beneath to photos were pictures of your class schedules and bullet points of info taken from the internet. 

“What we know.” Ace begins, pointing to the picture of Crewel.

“Crewel is one of 4 siblings, the middle child, all sisters.” Smaller photos of each of Crewel’s family members appear under Crewel’s portrait.  

“Which is good because he knows how to treat women,” The Prefect chimes in. 

“Or he resents them all deeply,” Cater adds, “Not that I do or anything, we just have to account for both sides.” The Prefect sends Cater a dubious sideways glance but otherwise returns their attention to the presentation. 

“Moving on….his great-grandmother founded one of the largest fashion houses in the Queendom of Roses.” A picture of the brand label appears across the screen, and next to it, a gif of a duck in a red hunting coat diving into a pool of gold coins. 

“He and his siblings stand to inherit 5 trillion thaumarks, the combined fortune from his mother, who is now the head director of the brand, and his father, who is an investment banker.”

“Crewel’s raw stats look pretty good. Good looking, rich, what else could a woman want?” Ace argues. 

“So so much more,” the Prefect rubs their temples. 

“More realistically, would they approve of Professor Bellamy?” Deuce asks, “People that rich tend to try only to marry other ultra-rich people. 

“I think so,” Cater reasons. “The internet says her father is a well-known opera singer, and her mother is a lawyer, so she comes from a good family, too.” 

“I don’t know, guys. If his mom married an investment banker when she was already a trillionaire, I don’t think they’d be very accepting of the Professor.” Deuce suggests.  

“You forget the Professor is like a famous classical musician, she makes a good amount of money, millions wouldn’t surprise me. Trust me that should be elitist enough for them.” Ace points out.  

“Ace is right,” Cater chimes in, “I guarantee if I came home with someone like the Professor, my parents would tell everyone at the Tennis Club, then if we ever broke up…well…”

“Well, what?” The Prefect prods.

“ My mom would probably go on like a smear campaign about how she’s like a serial cheater or something to save herself from the embarrassment of admitting I fumbled the bag with their perfect future daughter in law…

“Well, that’s concerning. Do all rich people think like this?”

“ We wouldn’t know.” Deuce replies dryly.

“Pointless details and hypotheticals. Now, let’s get to what we don’t know.” Ace flips the slide, which is broken into two categories: Daily Routines & Ex-Lovers, both of which are blank. 

“Ok, I think learning routines is the most important, the ex-lover's bit is just Cater being nosy.”

“Hey-” Cater objects.

“Yeah if we can find out their schedules, we can figure out how to get them to cross paths more often.” Deuce reasons.

“I will say that between Deuce and me, we should be able to get Professor Bellamy to tell us her daily goings-on.” 

“Wait,” Ace interrupts, “you, I get, but Deuce?” 

“Deuce is one of her favorites.” The Prefect replies nonchalantly. 

“She said that?!” Ace raises his voice in disbelief, and the Prefect promptly shushes him. 

“I’m a teacher’s favorite!” Deuce exclaims loudly, his chest puffing up with pride. 

“Well, no, but she mentions often enough that she appreciates his ‘determination’ and ‘dedication to self-improvement.’” 

“Wait over me? I take all of her classes!” Cater argues, clearly offended.

“I don’t think it’s in any order, but probably. Apparently, Deuce brought her a hazelnut croissant, and now she thinks he’s the best thing on the planet.” Ace mumbles something about that being ridiculous, but Deuce is all too content to know he has at least one teacher in his corner. 

“Anyway, Deuce and I can just ask the Professor about herself because she likes us most. But with Crewel…I can’t imagine it would be that easy 

“He’s notoriously tight-lipped with students.” Cater acknowledges, “Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Sounds like you have to stalk him.” 

“Grim, I’m concerned all of your impulses are just committing crimes.”

“Well, how else? Crewel’s not gonna just share everything with us!”

“Cater can just use a clone and sneak out,” Grim offers.  

“Yeah, but how will he not get caught by Crewel? Subtly isn’t exactly his thing.” 

“I can be discreet…when I want.” 

“Wait, Ace, don’t you have a basketball game Wednesday evening?” The Prefect asks.

Didn’t know you pay attention to my schedule so closely.” Ace smirks leaning almost nose to nose with the Prefect, who promptly bats him away, but theres an apparent dark flush to their cheeks. 

“Fuck off, I just meant to say that you and Cater can break off after the game and go see where Crewel goes. 

“Ok, sure, but how will find him?” Ace asks. 

“Bribe the office clerk.” Grim proposes without a hint of hesitation. 

“Grim again, straight-up crime.” The prefect chastises. 

“We could always ask Azul…” Cater suggests. 

“Azul?” Deuce questions. 

“He’s the housewarden of Octaivanelle, normally I wouldn’t trust him, but this is a pretty benign ask, so he should ask for anything too crazy.” Cater speaks mostly to himself before popping up to say,  “I’ll ask him since I’m an upperclassman, spare you froshes the burden.” The first years thanked their senior in unison.   

With the sun well below the horizon, the group then decides to break for the night, their objectives clear, next week, they would hit the ground running on plan “Project B + C.”

______

You realize belatedly that complaining to a student about being single was rather embarrassing, but ever since you turned 27, it has really been top of mind, despite knowing that being married isn’t everything. By all accounts, you have had many accolades and experiences that others who sacrifice for marriage could only dream of. 

However, you couldn’t help how you felt. For so long, your career was the priority, and well your last relationship combusted spectacularly sometime ago, and the dates you’d had since had left you feeling demoralized. Your older brother, an alumnus of Night Raven College, had initially discouraged you from taking the position, but when you explained how much you’d missed being a musical prodigy, he seemed to quiet his protestations. He only advised that you be wary of the eccentricities of the students and faculty. 

You had just given the first years a musical theory exam, and while you didn’t think that grading would be quite so intensive, here you were an hour after classes got out, still marking up tests. 

Distantly, you hear a measured stride approaching the room. 

“Professor Crewel?” You call out. 

“I was worried you were still here. There’s a storm on the horizon you should head out, you walked today, didn’t you?” 

“Oh no.” You bemoan quietly. Glancing out the window you indeed see a cohort of sinister-looking storm clouds approaching the island. You should have checked the forecast. Or at least started keeping an umbrella in your desk drawer. 

“Do you need a ride? I was just heading home.” With a flourish, Crewel flashes a set of keys, his gray eyes crinkling with warmth. 

“My savior.” You cry. 

While you weren’t quite finished with your work, you would hate to pass up a chance to get to know your colleague better. “I mean, if it's no imposition,” you demure, feeling a little embarrassed by your enthusiasm at his offer.

“Of course, I only suggested it because I want to make sure you’re home safely.” Crewel asserts. Not wanting to keep him waiting,  you quickly tidy your belongings into your bag. You tell Crewel that you’ll need to stop by the teacher's lounge to grab your jacket and he agrees and gestures for you to lead the way. 

The building had a tendency to feel a bit menacing at night, but with Crewel by your side the dark, looming architecture and cavernous halls felt less intimidating. 

You must admit you’ve grown to admire your colleague quite a bit. He always speaks so frankly, and you quite admire him for it. So many people toy around with boring small talk but Crewel never wastes your time with drivel. Conversation flows easily between you and frequently veers off course to the intellectually rigorous subject matter. You’re certainly no expert on the sciences, but Crewel’s work intrigues you, and he seems to find your work in music equally compelling. 

“Professor, I have a question for you,” Crewel hums in acknowledgment, the rhythm of your steps against the stone creates a sweet little tune paired with the melody. You’d have to write it down later.

“Please don’t get the wrong idea, but are the boys educated about the dangers of love potions?” 

“My youngest sister is studying at a magical academy for girls and was telling me about a recent lecture they had to sit through.” You admit to him you weren’t aware of the dangers since you didn’t have a formal magic education. Magic always came second to music, and your abilities were almost exclusively supplementary to your musical talents. You could make a quintet of clones and change your clothes, but your special ability was your voice, you could manipulate anyone to do anything so long as you sang the instructions. While you didn’t pursue opera like your father he had gifted you with some pretty nice pipes. Combat, however, was completely beyond you. 

“The science department has a similarly mandatory lecture, but students aren’t required to take it until their second year. Regardless, we don’t teach students how to make love potions anymore, it's far too risky.”

“When you were a student, were they on the curriculum?”

You’ve just finished grabbing your coat from the lounge when you and Crewel run into Professor Trein. As the two of you make eye contact, you offer him a warm smile, then gently outstretch your hand to Lucius, who nuzzles your palm affectionately, as you whisper, ‘ Hi precious ,” completely unaware of the subtle scowl breaching your companion’s features.  

“Unfortunately, Professor Bellamy, love potions were indeed on the curriculum, despite my many protests when Professor Crewel was a student, but he caused enough trouble for the poor young ladies of Foothill Town without them.” 

“Oh, I bet he did.” You cast a teasing grin at Crewel only to see he’s not remotely amused by his colleague's commentary. 

“Were the two of you just leaving?” Trein questions. He, too, is clearly ready to depart for the day.

“Ah yes, Professor Crewel kindly offered me a ride.” You mention Crewel huffs, you look over to see a pout settling on his plush lips. It’s terribly cute. 

“How thoughtful of him.” Trein praises before asking to join you, but his smile has taken on a slightly pompous air. “I seem to have forgotten my spare umbrella.”

“You seem like the type to always plan for the weather.” You remark with a bit of surprise. Trein was always so impeccably polished.

“I appreciate your confidence, yet even I cannot predict the weather,” Trein replies, but his eyes are focused on Crewel, clearly pressuring his former student to provide him with a ride home.

“I walked as well.”

While you’re unsure of what the particular tension was between Crewel and Trein at this moment, you weren’t blind to their seemingly long lived feud. You would hate to upset Crewel by offering Trein a seat in a car that wasn’t yours, so you give space for him to respond, but after several long moments, he says nothing, only a scowl towards his former teacher, who matches his gaze with an equally hostile gaze. 

“Professor Crewel?” You prompt him for a response, feeling that far too many moments have passed by. In the darkened halls of the school building, both men look quite menacing, with intense shadows making their refined features look impossibly sharp.  

“Of course, Professor Trein,” Crewel replies, he’s out of your sight line, but you can here the glower in his tone. “Where are my manners?” He adds facetiously. You see Trein fight and nearly lose the battle, not to roll his eyes.

Trein gestures for Crewel to lead the way, sidles between the two of you, and begins to ask about your day, which turns into a broad conversation about your first couple of weeks, but Crewel’s mood has noticeably soured. 

A short and increasingly tense walk later, Crewel leads you both to a stunningly beautiful luxury car, a lustrous black gloss contrasts with a cognac-colored leather interior, and the hood ornament twinkles in the lamp light of nearby street posts. You don’t want to question how Crewel is able to afford such a nice vehicle, but the question is top of mind. For all of his very apparent faults, staff compensation wasn’t one of the issues at NRC. You felt that you were quite well compensated, and while your salary was now half of what it was when you worked at the Fairest Philharmonic as Concertmistress, it wouldn’t be difficult to make up the difference with the occasional solo performance. However, even if you could not dream of owning such a car, it was easily worth one year of your former salary. 

Between his immaculate wardrobe and this car, it was becoming plain to see that Crewel’s pockets ran quite deep. 

Out of respect for your elders, you offer Trein the front seat, much to Crewel’s chagrin, but you felt it would be inappropriate to force Trein to shuffle into the backseat. Besides, you were the first stop, it would only be ten or so minutes to your home.  

____

Crewel and Trein never saw eye-to-eye, and if they ever did, it would be a sign of the apocalypse, Crewel reasons. Crewel thought his professor was many insufferable things, fussy, pedantic, inflexible, overly traditional, the list goes on, but never did he think Trein would stoop so low as to be a cockblock. 

While Crewel was quite content to finish the car ride in silence, he even pondered just turning the corner and forcing Trein to walk that next few blocks home in a downpour, it appears his former instructor had other plans. 

“Don’t think I don’t know what you're doing, Divus,” Trein accuses tersely.

“Old man, you mistake me for someone who cares about your disapproval.” Crewel sighs, already exhausted by the argument they haven’t even had yet. 

“But since you know everything, tell me exactly what it is I’m doing.” Crewel takes his eyes of the road for a moment to toss Trein a nasty scowl for good measure. 

“So you mean to tell me your intentions with our new colleague are completely innocent?” Trein questions.

“Whatever my intentions are, it's no business of yours.“

“Protecting Professor Bellamy from your unbridled lust is most certainly my concern!” Trein interjects, and Lucius chimes in with an emphatic meow as if to second his master’s point. 

Crewel nearly slams on the breaks. The tires make a horrid squeak on the wet roads, and Lucius nearly jumps to the ceiling of the car interior. 

“Unbridled?! Really, Trein, do you think that low of me?”

“Over a decade , I’ve intercepted far too many a sobbing conquest at the gates of this school do answer that with anything less than an emphatic yes. You’re a wanton, remorseless rake.” 

Ahh, yes, Crewel was well aware of his reputation. It seemed he would never escape it. He only prayed you didn’t take Trein too seriously when “If you're going to call me a slut, just say it, Trein, no need to sugarcoat.” 

“Divus, don’t be crass. Just be careful. The headmage spared no expense to convince Professor Bellamy to take up her post. I would hate for your fickle attentions to dissuade her from achieving a lengthy tenure.” Crewel didn’t dignify such a critique with a response, only pulling to the curb and unlocking the car doors. 

“Oh, look, your home. You can get out now.”

Trein exits the car but not before delivering a final disapproving glare. Crewel fights the urge to  

As Divus begins to route himself to his apartment, he sighs to himself. In truth, he is a bit embarrassed by his past ‘brazenness.’ He was rather careless with his lovers, but he didn’t know what other way to be. Love wasn’t the most abundant resource in his childhood home. Power and control were the preferred tools of his parents, not warmth and affection, and for a long time, he had believed it too. That love was about control. About what other people would do for you, how you could use their affections to enrich yourself. 

Crewel knew for a long time that his approach to romance wasn’t quite right, but he was far too prideful to open up, to allow someone else to teach him what his parents couldn’t. And he certainly would never tell that to that pinched old man. 

In realizing that his past romantic dealings were woefully unsatisfying, Crewel promised himself that he would seek a real relationship, one not predicated control but rather crafting a life with a partner. He realized what he wanted was an equal, but then again, who could possibly be his equal? He was convinced that there was no one in the world who would be sufficiently refined, witty, stylish, and charming enough to meet his tastes. Even with past partners, he never thought they were quite enough . 

But then you appeared to him. Just as he was begging the universe for a chance to find a match to meet his extensive criteria, you appeared. Truthfully, he didn’t know if you possessed all of the superficial qualities he thought he was looking for, all Crewel knew was that when he first met you and questioned if you knew what you, this seemingly warm, profound, benevolent and perceptive soul, were doing at this school for highly talented but notoriously twisted young mages. You merely scoffed and quickly let him know he’d made a mistake in his judgment. “who’s to say I’m not a little twisted myself?” You’d said, a mischievous grin curling across your pretty lips. 

It certainly wasn’t love, not yet, but Crewel knew then that it wouldn’t take much for him to fall for you.

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damnation (peek IV?)

Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim.

Summary: When you commit a crime, you receive a punishment. This is especially true in your society. No matter the crime, your punishment is the same: banishment. But to where you will be sent in exile and how miserable will it be? No one knows, because no one has ever returned.

Note: Got busy, planned to post this a while ago but what can I say? Plans change. Definitely will not have nearly as much time to write as I did a few weeks ago, but I’ll still try whenever I have a bit of time and some energy to do so. Anyways, like I mentioned in a few posts, I was not happy with how I originally wrote Scarabia, so I rewrote almost all of what I had, which was thankfully only like about ten pages. I’m a little more happier with how this is now. But again, things can always change, so the final result may look the same, a little different, or even completely different. Oh, and like mentioned in the previous notes for sneak-peeks, check the points in first post (heartslabyul, labeled “I”) for a bit of context to the situation and story if this is the first sneak-peek you’re seeing.

I . . . II . . . III . . . IV . . . V . . . VI . . . VII

THE VIZIER 

Feathers. Colorful feathers tickled your nose. A woven shawl sat on your shoulders with vibrant colors and macaw feathers along the clip that held it in place above your collarbone. As your vision readjusted to the scenery, you could make out an old desert city stretching out as far as the eye could see, until it met over the horizon with the starry night sky. It was nothing like the court you were in moments ago. Instantly everything came flashing back to you, the trial, the judges, your punishment. This was your punishment. “Holy shit.”

“Is something wrong?”

You looked to the side, surprised to see a servant placing a tray of food beside you. You were on a balcony, a beautiful grand spacious terrace where the arches were decorated with ivy and walls of flowers while pillars of flames provided light and there was a large water fountain in the center. You were laying on the edge of that fountain, when you pushed yourself up and looked around. That’s when you noticed your clothes had changed too. Somehow your simple change of clothes from before had become easy-to-move-in loose trousers and a simple tunic, but with the colorful shawl over your shoulders that resembled wings. “What? What the hell?”

“Is there something wrong with the food?”

Food? You looked down at the tray the servant had brought, surprised to see plates of kofta and falafels with a chalice of water. The delicious smell wafted in the air, making your mouth water and stomach grumble. How long has it been since you ate? Probably well before you were arrested. If you got food, you were expecting cold slop, not this scrumptious meal that was cooked to perfection. Instantly you snatched it up, assuring the servant, “No, no, forget it! This is fine, uh, thanks…!”

“Very well.” They bowed their head to you, “Please, enjoy the meal, vassal.”

Vassal? You stopped mid-bite, about to ask them about it and where you were, but they had already taken off. Well, you weren’t complaining. You had thought you were going to die, or end up in some horrible hell. This place was actually quite nice. You could feel the breeze of the cool desert air and smell the flora growing on this terrace, you heard the city below with the crackling of fire from the pillars and the running water beside you, not to mention you were eating the best food you ever tasted! If this was hell, then being banished might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you!

“You! Jamil’s vassal!”

There it was again. What the hell did they mean by vassal? Falafels stuffed in your mouth, you slowly and awkwardly turned around to face whoever called you. Who was Jamil? You had no idea. A little annoyed that your dinner was interrupted, you eyed the approaching stranger up and down before swallowing your food and muttering, “What do you want?”

Appearing offended at your response, the young man stomped up to you, closer so you could see him better in the dim lighting. He looks a little young, if you had to guess, you’d say the guy was no younger than eighteen. Sharp blue eyes and long thick black hair styled into a single braid, not to mention he wasn’t smiling. This was no servant judging by the expensive looking blue garbs he wore and the gold on his bronze ears that complimented his handsome face. It had to be someone of high standing. When he was right in front of you, he frowned down at you and placed his hands on his hips, “Where is Jamil? And where is my cousin?”

You lowered your plate of food, squinting at this stranger. Who did he think he was? Jamil? Cousin? “Your cousin…? Jamil…? How should I know?”

“You should know. As the vizier’s only vassal, you should know where Jamil is. That is your job, to serve him. Or is he slithering about in places he shouldn’t be?” As his blue eyes bore down at you, he continued his tirade, “You haven’t bowed your head or greeted me as everyone does, by saying, good day, Prince Jaseer. And you’re here slacking off while everyone else in the palace is working.”

“I’m on a lunch break.” You mumbled in reply, tempted to snap. Wait… had he said prince…? A beautiful royal in blue wearing gold, with long black hair, who is spirited and no-nonsense, like a princess in a fantasy tale. A princess that lived in a palace just like this one, where there was a vizier and sultan–– oh fuck. How was that possible? This was like a stupid kid’s story you heard all the time! Before you could ponder on the topic, you were reminded of who was in front of you by him cleaning his throat. You immediately bowed your head sloppily, begrudgingly, as you recited the words he wanted to hear. “Good day, Prince Jaseer…”

At your less-than-satisfactory response, he crossed his arms over his chest and replied still with that frown, “If you can’t answer my question, then there’s no use talking to you. I’ll find someone that can tell me where my cousin and Jamil are. Let it be known, I have my eye on you and your master. My cousin may be fond of you both, but I am not.”

When you slowly lifted your head, you watched the prince storm away, likely to go find his cousin, whoever that was, and the vizier, this Jamil guy. As soon as he turned a corner, you scrunched your nose and scoffed, “Brat.”

Wait… that meant this was a story. It was all too similar to a story that began much like: it begins on a dark night, where a dark man waits with a dark purpose. If this was that story then what were you…? Apparently working for the vizier, wearing a shawl of rainbows, and feathers… oh my god, you were the fucking parrot. As you resumed your eating you busied your mind with processing these thoughts. “At least the tax collector can’t find me here.”

All you knew was that you were in the role of his parrot, his pet. What a stupid role to end up in! In this version you hoped you were at least some sort of glorified servant! At least you weren’t dead, this was much better than that. You knew the tale of Aladdin by heart, it was a very popular story growing up. You had even envied the protagonist, a thief, for ending up with a genie and winning the love of the princess. Turns out that princess, or prince in this case, was not all that. Well, they always say to never meet your heroes. But, there was one thing that was bound to be great, no matter how much this story would change. The magic lamp that held the genie. You wanted it. Maybe if you stuck around this vizier long enough, you could take it for yourself whenever the opportunity presented itself. You had the advantage, you knew exactly what was going to happen. That genie could grant any of your wishes! It could take you home if you wanted. You could make all those judges rue the day they banished you! You could rule this world and yours! You could bathe in an endless amount of gold and cash! The possibilities were endless!

As you finished your meal, another figure came into view. The figure of a guard, like the ones you’ve been watching patrol and march around, approached you nervously. Only when he noticed you glance at him and nod your head, did he begin speaking, “G-Good evening, vassal. The candidates, they’re ready for the vizier, he’ll be here any moment. You are the only one he trusts, everyone knows this, won’t you put in a kind word for me? I fear he’s in a foul mood, his venture to the cave in the desert didn’t end well again.”

Candidates? Vizier? Cave in the desert? After a few seconds of the guard waiting in anticipation, you were able to connect the dots. This must’ve been a specific rendition of the story where the vizier found the Cave of Wonders in the desert but instead of using a magic machine he created to find the diamond in the rough that could enter the cave, he used his power behind the scenes and in the dark to search through prisoners and criminals and send those he thought might be worthy to die trying to enter the mystic cave. This vizier, Jamil, would no doubt be growing frustrated since he’s likely been keeping at this for so long without finding a single person that can successfully enter the cave. Jumping off your seat on the fountain after finishing your last bite of food, you looked over to the guard and smiled, “Alright, let’s go. We can’t leave the master waiting, can we?”

“Of course! Allow me to lead the way.” So you followed the meek little guard, and as you trailed after him you thought about what would happen and what would you do. The guard had said that it was a fact that the vizier trusted only you, or rather, the person who you’ve replaced. The prince didn’t notice you were not the vassal, and neither did this guard or any of the other servants, so it was likely that no one would notice unless you slipped up, not even the Vizier Jamil. Hopefully.

You watched as the pristine halls of the palace became dark and dim the deeper you went. As the smooth walls became rugged stone lit only by lamps of fire, and the lush green plants and overpriced furniture and decorations became absent. There were also, noticeably, less people. It felt like you and guard were the only ones as you followed them deeper into what you guessed was a dungeon where you heard chains rattling and the echoing screams of those held captive. Before you could enter the room, the guard turned to you and pleaded,

“Please, stay here. I’m sure seeing you will give the vizier a bit of peace. He should be here any moment now. I will go ahead and be sure everything is in order.”

Before you could even protest, the guard scurried ahead to the end of the hall and not too long after, you detected footfall behind you. When you turned around, you saw what you presumed had to be the Vizier Jamil. The vizier looked sort of imposing as he appeared from the dimly lit halls, and with the flames on the wall you could just make out his appearance. A thin figure clothed in red and black robes decorated with gold, holding a golden staff that ended in the shape of a cobra’s head. Long thin hair as black as night coiled down his brown shoulders like snakes in multiple small braids and loose strands decorated with gold, and instantly his sharp gray eyes painted with eyeshadow darted over to you upon noticing your staring. He looked irked, but since you supposedly had a good relationship with him, maybe you could poke and prod without worrying about suffering any consequences. From what you recalled, the vizier’s parrot in the tales was a loud-mouthed creature with a bad temper.

“Welcome back, oh great vizier. So, how did it go?”

“Not a word.” The vizier hissed, sending you a glare. Yet it wasn’t threatening, it felt more… annoyed. Like when your friend was pestering you, except without the light-heartedness. At the least he didn’t snap, he did have the power to command you to be put to death. Yet all he did was give you a look before his frown instantly morphed into a stoic expression in the blink of an eye, so fast that it sent you reeling.

Jamil wasted no time in walking forward, not bothering with greetings as he entered the first room of the dungeon that was dingy and dirty. Inside was the guard from before, nervously standing off to the side just across from a line of prisoners in shackles with their heads hanging low, and more guards behind them. These prisoners reminded you of yourself, but less. Now you’re free of any shackles, you’re wearing fine clothes and eating food made by the best chefs while living in the luxurious palace. To avoid being at the center of attention, you stood off the side, leaning against a corner.

You watched intently, curiously, as Jamil approached the line of prisoners, scanning them all with those sharp eyes as he walked by them slowly. The men and women in rags and chains tensed when he stepped near, but kept their eyes glued to the ground. Whether it was out of respect or fear, you weren’t sure, but you watched as some of them squirmed in place or nervously glanced at him. After a minute of going down the line of a dozen or so prisoners, he stopped in his tracks and turned to face the guard who guided you. On his face was obvious disappointment.

“You bring me the rough, but never a diamond.” That cold stare of his remained on the anxious guard, never looking away even as he commanded the others, “Take them away.”

You pursed your lips and shook your head, watching as the other guards forcefully dragged the prisoners down another hall, to a fate unknown. Poor suckers. You could hear them pleading, begging the vizier for mercy from whatever end they knew awaited them. In one rendition of the story, when the princess snuck out of the palace and gave apples to poor children, apples she had no money on her to pay for, she nearly lost her hand as punishment. It was likely that these prisoners were about to lose much more than a single hand.

The meek guard sent you a pleading look as they whispered frantically, “You said you would put in a kind word for me…!”

Turning your attention to them, you scoffed, “I never said that. I said I would follow you.”

“You…!” At your shrug, he directed his sights towards the vizier who was walking away, his back toward him as he seemed to be prepared to follow the guards and prisoners going elsewhere within the dungeon. “Please, my vizier.” The vizier stopped, and the words were caught in the guard’s throat until he finally forced them out with wavering uncertainty, making it sound more like a question than a statement. “... Perhaps this diamond in the rough does not exist…?”

For a moment he paused but didn’t turn around, and quietly replied, “They’re out there.” A response with unwavering certainty.

“But we’ve searched for months!” It appears that the guard was showing signs of frustration as well. Who knows how many prisoners they’ve interrogated and how many criminals they’ve captured in these months, all in an attempt to satisfy the vizier’s wish of finding a diamond in the rough. “I do not understand what could possibly be in that cave that could help a… a man as great as you. You are already second only to the sultan!”

“Second? Uh-oh.” You exclaimed, bracing yourself for what was to come and ignoring the guard’s growing irritation towards you. In the tale, yes the vizier worked for the sultan, he was the sultan’s most trusted advisor. But, behind the vizier’s facade of charm and loyalty, there was only a burning hate for the sultan who believed in him. The vizier wished to be the most powerful man in the kingdom, second to no one. So to be told he was second, straight to his face, would be like a slap. You watched as Jamil turned to the guard with a deep frown, and you could only whistle, “Who’s in trouble now~?”

Jamil turned to face him fully, staring at the guard beneath him with such a piercing gaze before questioning firmly, “Do you believe second is enough?”

Without hesitation, they nodded, the answer to them was obvious. “Yes. You were not born to be sultan, you are not of royal lineage. His Majesty, Kalim Al-Asim, was born to be sultan.”

Kalim Al-Asim. So that was the sultan’s name. The mere sound of it was enough to tick off the vizier, he narrowed his eyes and began to speak in a quiet murmur, “Do you know that I’ve served him my entire life? From the day I was born, they dictated that I was a servant to him and they chained my entire existence so it depended on him.” Slowly he stepped forward, inching closer with every word he spat like venom. “You have no idea of the things I’ve been forced to do for him. The sacrifices I’ve made and blood that’s stained my hands, the bodies I’ve buried and times I’ve watched him be praised for his minimal efforts I can easily best.” The closer he got, the more frightened the guard appeared until he was right in front of them. “Everyone will one day learn that I am not worthy of a mere second place, I am supposed to be first. That’s why I need the lamp, and I no longer need you––!”

Right before your eyes, you watched as Jamil swiftly struck him with the bottom of his staff and he fell backwards into a well. A seemingly bottomless well, because you heard his scream growing distant until an unsettling silence lingered. You covered your mouth in shock, but Jamil paid you no mind. It’s as if he’s done a dozen times before, as if you had witnessed all of them before.

After a moment, he sighed and lowered his staff, regaining his composure to cover up for the anger that slipped through in that moment. Again, in a flash, he had a stoic expression as he turned to gaze at you in the corner, when he beckoned you closer with a motion of his finger. “Come here, my vassal. It’s time for a meeting with that irritating sultan.”

Now you were on your way to meet the sultan. Kalim. You hoped he wasn’t anything like Jamil. This vizier was to be feared, but at least he didn’t seem to mind you. So you probably won’t be pushed down a well anytime soon. As you followed him when he began walking, he questioned abruptly,

“What did you do while I was gone?”

This wasn’t good. You weren’t here for that long before he returned, and you got the feeling that Jamil was a particularly observant fellow judging by how he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. “That royal brat confronted me while I was eating. They’re so annoying.”

“Ah, Prince Jaseer?” Slowly he nodded, as if agreeing with your words. Phew. You were doing alright, fitting the role just fine it seemed. “Annoying would be putting it lightly. He’s just another entitled royal born with a golden spoon in his mouth, an ignorant person who knows nothing of how the real world works.”

“You’re telling me. The guy made me bow and recite a greeting like I was nothing but a pleb beneath him! Then he had the gall to say I was lazy! I was eating! Can’t a person like me eat in peace once in a while? I was starving!”

By now you were in a better part of the palace, where you were once again surrounded by riches. Upon hearing your response, Jamil replied without hesitation, “You are lazy when I’m not around.” At his remark, you stared at him incredulously as he continued with zero reservations, “You are uncaring, murderous, deceitful, aggressive, cunning, and annoying.”

Unable to help it, you snapped back in reply, beginning to rant and list off your fingers. “ME? Look in the mirror bud, you just basically described yourself! You’re cruel, immoral, narcissistic, power-hungry, sadistic, and secretly deranged! You’re two-faced, snake!” When you looked over to him, he still had that stoic expression but he rolled his eyes. Your jaw dropped. There was no way he just fucking––

“You used that insult, two-faced snake, two weeks ago.” Before you could add anything more to the growing pile of insults, he lightly tapped your forehead with the cobra head of his golden staff, appearing unbothered. “Come up with something else or get on my level, then you can talk back. For now, be quiet. We’re nearing where Kalim wanted to meet us. I don’t need to remind you to be on your best behavior around the sultan.”

Rubbing your forehead, you glared at him and mumbled, “Oh, I’ll come up with something shocking, you sorry sack of––ACK!” You coughed, bending over in pain as he quickly jabbed the end of his staff against your stomach to shut you up just before a silk curtain separating the halls from a room opened up.

“Jamil! Oh, and your vassal too! I’m so happy to see you guys! You’re just the ones I wanted to see!”

[floralhuqzz]

Sexual tension (Johnnie Guilbert x fem reader) smut

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Warning: smut, degradation, choking, petnames, virgin reader,, DONT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18🔞

🦇author: the edit thats in this post is not mine,, all credits to crystalcaskle on tiktok!!! :) I also apologize if theres any misspelled words english is not my first language!

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I woke up around 7 am when i decided to make myself some breakfast before i start streaming,, ive started youtube 1 year ago, around that time when i met Johnnie. Ive been living with him and Jake for the past 3 months and honestly its been going pretty good.

“whatcha’ making?”

“oh god dont scare me like that!” i slightly punch him in the shoulder

“sorry sorry.. it smells really good” he puts his arm around my shoulder and i blush.. i had a crush on him since when we first met

“you want some pancakes?” i look at him

“yeah, thanks” he pats my head, making my hair look like a mess

“i hate you” i roll my eyes

“you love me” he laughs as he sits down

‘i do..” i thought to myself

i make some coffee and more pancakes as i sit down next to Johnnie.

“are you doing something after?” he asks me while he keeps eating his pancakes

“yeah..i have to stream right now,, but im free afterwards” i smile

“wanna go out?” he finally looks at me,, he looked so beautiful,, his blue beautiful eyes.. his makeup he forgot to take off before bed that somehow still looked good on him.

“yeah..i would love to” i smile a little

i stand up

“i better go now, ill see you in 2 hours johnnie” i smile as i walk to my room

1 hour later*

i started streaming and i decided to react to some videos that my followers sent me,, they were usually sending edits of me or they will even sometimes send me memes. They all kinda supposed i had a crush on Johnnie, i just didn’t want to say anything just yet. They will sometimes send me edits of Johnnie and see my face turning red.

As one of my followers sent me this edit

When i watched that edit i said something that i will be definitely regretting later

“i volunteer..*cough* i mean what?..” i laugh

“WHAT DID SHE SAY” “DID WE HEAR THAT RIGHT?” “SHE JUST SAID I VOLUNTEER” “TELL ME THAT SOMEONE CLIPPED THAT”

“chat you are all crazy” i laughed

after another hour i decided to end the stream as i said my goodbyes

i walk to the living room as i see Johnnie sitting on the couch looking a bit serious

“you okay there?” i chuckle

“i need to talk to you”

oh no.

“yeah what is it?”

“mind explaining me this?” he shows me a clip of my reaction to that one edit on my stream

"oh um." i blush as i look away

"hm?" he stands up and walks towards me "cat got your tongue?"

i didnt say anything. i just stared at the floor

"i asked you something" he puts his hand on my chin

"it- it was just a joke, you know?" i chuckle awkwardly as i felt like i was about to pass out from embarassment

"it didnt seem like a joke to me" he stares at me

"yeah umm..." i start to walk back as he started to walk towards me, almost like trying to intimidate me

"whats wrong?" he smirks

"n-nothing" i finally bump into the wall behind me

"if you wanted to get fucked by me you couldve just said so"

"w-what?"

"dont play dumb"

"i-im no-" he grabs my neck

"lying to me wont get you anywhere" he stares at my shirt as he starts to put his hand inside my shirt

"j-johnnie what are y-" i could literally feel my heart beat racing by the second

"dont tell me you dont want this” he now started to kiss my neck

i felt like i was literally about to pass out from how hot i was in that moment. i couldn’t believe this was actually happening,,

“come here” he picks me up in bride style and sets up on walking to his bedroom,, he opens the door and throws me to his bed as he climbs on top of me

“fuck,, i wanted this for so long..” he starts to take off my shirt,, i felt hot between my legs

he started to kiss my stomach going down my hips. he slowly took off my pants and threw them on the floor

“johnnie wait!” he stops

“whats wrong? did i go too far??” he looks at me worried

“no no…its just that…its my first time..” i blush

“oh…” he smirks “ill make you feel good alright baby?,, you just have to trust me with this okay? can you do that for me?” he caresses my thigh. i nod as he then continued what he was doing earlier. he starts to kiss my chest going down my stomach, and finally reaching down to my panties.

“can i?” he started to kiss my inner thigh

“mhm” i nod

he slowly started to take off my panties as he then began to slowly eat me out. I’ve never in my life had been touched this way by anyone,, and knowing that the first person to take away my virginity was johnnie, it relieved me. i started to whimper as he suddenly started to go faster. his tongue was reaching all the right spots.

“fuck-“ i whimper as i felt him moan, sending vibrations to my core which gave me even more pleasure. i look down as i see him staring at me as he kept eating me out “johnnie fuck i-“ i moan

“come on baby, be a good girl and cum on my face” him calling me a ‘good girl’ sent me shivers down my spine.

“oh god oh god oh god-“ i throw my head back as i came

johnnie looks at me and caresses my thighs once again.

“you did so good baby..” he gets up and starts to kiss me. I see him unbuckling his pants.

“do you want this?” he asks

“yes…yes i do” i was so turned on by now that the only thing i wanted was him..and only him

“you will have to beg for it or ill leave you like this…needy…and you dont want that right princess?” he smirks

“n-no…” fuck he knew what he was doing. He waits for me to continue

“p-please johnnie..” i whimper as he lined himself to my entrance

“you can do better than that..” he looks at me dead in the eyes

“please johnnie i want your dick inside of me..” i beg,, i felt so embarrassed but turned on at the same time

“thats a good girl” he gets inside of my without a warning as i moaned from the sudden feeling

“for how long you’ve wanted this y/n? hm? tell me.” he began to move

“for a l-long time..” i moan, it felt like i was on cloud nine

He started to thrust harder and faster,, i felt like i was about to cum.

“j-johnnie i-im~” i whimpered and he put his hand on my leg and place it on his shoulder for better access which made the feeling 100 times better

“i know baby i know…fuck y-you feel amazing” he thrusted faster, “come on princess cum with me…” he moaned as we both cummed. We started to breath heavily,, with our hair sticking to our foreheads because of the sweat,, messy hair and red face but he still looked beautiful

“youre absolutely gorgeous..” i blush at his sudden comment

“i dont know if this is the right time but…i really like you..” he confesses

“i like you too johnnie…ive liked you for a very long time..” i smile at him as he kisses my forehead and we both fall asleep in each others arms.

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Planet Personifications - Info Sheets

you may or may not have seen these guys floating around on here, but these fellas are my planet personifications! ive been meaning to post these for a while now (made sol’s sheet nearly a year ago lmao), but here they are!

i’ve always had a passion for astronomy, and combining it with my passion for character design lead to me making these guys a few years ago. i tend to focus more on what we’ve observed about these planets when figuring out their design and personality, which is always very fun for me hehehe.

if yall have any questions regarding these guys, feel free to ask! i may not get to it right away (my inbox is a mess yikes’’’) but i dunno i love these fellas so much asgdhahsd

(text on each sheet under read more)

Sol (the sun) [he/him - bi - 7′8″]: About as happy and "sunny" as you'd expect! He's the "leader" of the solar system and loves each and every one of his planets!

Mercury [he/him - gay - 5′3″]: The aloof first planet. He's a lot more talkative than you'd expect, able to hold convos that go on for hours. Has been through a lot but still living strong!

Venus [she/her - bi - 5′7″]: The explosive and derisive 2nd planet. Her acid skies and  fiery temperatures leaves her always itching for a bit of destruction.

Earth  (terra) [they/them - nb&bi - 5′7″]: Home sweet home! They're the solar system's sweetheart, arguably being it's most powerful planet. May or may not be the main character of reality.

Mars [he/him - bi - 5′5″]: The first planet after the ice line, Mars is very anxious, kinda depressed, and always ready for a bit of vandalism. Probably the most introverted extrovert you'll ever meet.

Jupiter [he/him - bi - 6′6″]: The largest planet in the solar system. He's a gentle-giant-in-training who's trying to atone for his past. His distinguished appearance poorly hides a friendly and silly soul.

Saturn [he/him - trans&bi - 6′4″]: The least dense of the planets. Generally the voice of reason among the planets, even if he seems somewhat self-absorbed. High standards for himself, but more for giving for others.

Uranus [he/him - bi - 6′1″]: Permanently on his side from a collision in his youth, Uranus has a sideways view of the world that tends to distance him from the other planets. It doesn't help he also has trouble feeling and expressing emotions.

Neptune [he/him - trans&gay - 6′1″]: The farthest planet in the solar system. Neptune is an anxious, emotional crybaby who has trouble calming down, and will often argue with people for hours on end. Good thing he has Uranus around to keep him in check.

Pluto [he/him - nb&ace - 5′0″]: The largest of the dwarf planets! Pluto has a very large and loud personality that makes up for his small size. Often left out of things, he will try to make his mark by any means necessary.

[chillwildwave]

The Wishing Kingdom AU: Florin Walt ✨🪄🔮

Since I posted Chapter 4 and at the moment working in Chapter 5, I thought it would be a great idea to share a character that Ive been thinking on who to add to the story and what role they play.

I simply thought about adding Flazino after watching that deleted scene, I mean I did the elements of the character but from this description, you will know…

This is Florin Walt, an imprisoned apprentice of the king and queen who wishes to do magic just like them, but his type of magic of a bit distinct to other forms, you see…

The backstory of Florin starts off in Stillfort, a poor village where he lived with his mother, father and little brother, he spent most of his life working in the farm and doing the chores around his cottage, although during his spare time, he would use a pair of chalk and started drawing on the rocks (sort of like how Rapunzel paints on her tower walls) so that he can make his dream come true, however, people around him said that it would be too impossible and that there’s no such thing as a dream come true, but he still kept drawing and drawing until the rocks were covered.

When he was 9, tragedy struck…

It was when a nearby kingdom by the name of the Crangon destroyed his homeland due to loosing a lifelong beef between Stillfort since they won a war centuries ago and it was plotted as revenge, little Florin tried to attack one of the soldiers who was on his way to destroy his home but the soldier brutally kicked him back to the floor, causing his hand to bleed, thus, unable to get back up, he watched his poor home and his dream die…

Years later, still with no home, he went up to the highest mountain where a cave stood strong since the war, filled with curiosity, he went inside and to his surprise, there was a stained glass drawing of him as a king with these sketchy lines of magic on the centre of his hands, below the drawing,

There is a wand shaped like a pencil that is wrapped around in thorns, it felt like his dream had already chosen him, it felt like there was someone calling out to him where he could finally get his dream come true, to think he worked his whole life to get this goal, it felt like it would become reality because of one kingdom…

One night, on his 18th birthday, he walked all the way to an unnamed kingdom at the time where he snuck inside the castle where he could get his dream, hesitant, Florin knelt by the king and queen (Harry and Adrianna during that time), he started by touching the pencil, raising it up and drew a circle, and just like that, that circle began to move ever so fluidly, like an illusion brought to life!

Impressed, Adrianna and Henry rewarded him with a wish to become a sorcerer by taking a petal and placed it on his chest and from there, his dream finally came true!

Since his dream, he continued using his magic to get better at his skills as whilst using it to help those in need for his kingdom, however, since Magnifico and Amaya entered the building, he knew that fate would enter….

During their ceremony, Amaya decided to reward Florin with a magical diamond, shaped like a pencil except it was extremely sharp, it wasn’t any diamond, it was a wishing diamond, just one touch and his wish would become bigger than ever, even though he already had his wish, he didn’t agree the first time but after hearing the queen’s truth about the wish, he accepted and touched his finger on the top of the diamond and…

OUCH!

The diamond caused another cut on his finger which led him to fall into a deep sleep, and while he slept, the magic from the diamond stole his wish and it floated towards the king and queen and his bright colour scheme went dark in a matter of seconds, and after that, it was then when he was thrown in the dungeon where until the curse lifted, he would spend the rest of the night doing labour for the couple.

The role he plays in the story is that he is supposed to be a cursed magician in Rosas until Asha and Antares find him and lead him to stop the couple as soon as possible, but he lacks empathy since he only cares about getting his dream back by himself without anyone’s help but as the story progresses, he learns to empathise with people throughout.

Now let’s analyse his design…

For the character design, I wanted it to become different from other Flazinos and I was able to do this by looking through medieval wear from the 1200s whilst also adding the gradient purple on his hands and feet, the purple is also present in the yellow suit which is symbolism for creativity and lack of empathy, it’s also a royal colour as well which is so funny because he wasn’t born into royalty to begin with, and I also noticed how I accidentally made him hot, like look at that face!!!!!

And this is the design of him after Rosas, and as you can see, the colour scheme has gotten darker, I wanted to use this to represent the current state of Rosas as well as the pain of getting your greatest desires washed away and taken away from you, and I feel like this could be great to visually showcase character development as the AU progresses through chapters!

I also forgot to mention that his name is a reference to Florian from Snow White and Walt Disney himself, so I felt like it would be heartwarming to pay homage to him in this way and also through this characters beliefs on making his own wish come true…

Let me know your thoughts on the character below and see if he stands with other Flazinos, I’m pretty sure they’ll greet him with open arms!!!! @annymation @uva124 @signed-sapphire @wings-of-sapphire @gracebethartacc @gracebeth3604 @rylxdreams @flicklikesstuff @oh-shtars @mythartist21 @spectator-zee @rascalentertainments @your-ne1ghbor @ishadow246 @tumblingdownthefoxden

[angelst4re]

hey lovely could you do an jace nsfw alphabet? i dont think ive seen one for him. i love your writing your the best! ❤️

of course!!! i remember seeing one a while ago, i'm not sure where it's gone!! but of course i had to do it anyway cos i love these!! :)

Jace (Wayland? Herondale? Morgenstern? Lightwood??) NSFW Alphabet!

warnings: NSFW!! it's in the name!!

notes: sorry for not posting much lately, i've been too busy learning how to edit because I'VE MADE A JAMIE TIKTOK!!! i haven't posted anything yet but if you want to follow me this is my account :) anyways...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He usually doesn’t care for it, but you’re the exception. He would make sure he takes care of you in every way he can, especially if he has been rough with you. He’d clean you up before he brings you a glass of water and the two of you would either just cuddle on his bed or he would run a bath for you. In the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t sure what aftercare was really about, or how it worked, but he knew he wanted to make sure you were okay after sex, and he knew he didn’t want you to leave as soon as you had both finished. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his own is definitely his hands. I mean come on, they’re beautiful. Although they’d carry many scars from fights and other marks, he loved the way they looked on your body, especially as his hands are rather big. Of course he’d love to see his hands caressing your hips, pulling you closer to him, and around your neck, but he also just loved the way it looked when you would hold hands, and when he could compare your hand sizes and he would make fun of how small yours looked in comparison to his. 

His favourite body part of yours… he would say your face and argue about how that it is technically a part of your body. He loves placing kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and especially your lips. He loves the colour of your eyes and how they seem to darken when he knows you’re needy. But if he had to choose an actual body part he would say your neck as he loves to leave bruises there with his mouth and he very much enjoys the sounds you make when he finds that one particular spot. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you, you could go as far as saying he perhaps has a breeding kink? But he’s never really thought that far ahead. He just loves the thought of you being full up with him in as many ways as possible, knowing that even when he’s not fucking you, part of him is still inside you. This also applies to when you give him blowjobs, most of the time he makes sure you’ve swallowed every last drop, unless he’s feeling a bit more adventurous, which then he’d cum on your face. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t know if it’s really a dirty secret but he liked you for a while before the two of you began dating, and he once accidentally walked into you in the shower. It took everything in him to hold back and walk away, he wanted to wait for you to get out, tell you how he felt and fuck you so hard youd forget your name. But he held back another week, but he didn’t leave your room without a pair of your underwear. After that night, he spent the rest of the week hooking up with random girls and imagining they were you as he fucked them, but no matter how hard he tried, he knew they just weren’t you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

OH HE IS EXPERIENCED AND YOU KNOW IT!!! He knows exactly what to do in the bedroom, and he knows exactly what you like and what brings you to the edge quicker than you could say his name. Whenever you want to try something new in the bedroom, it’s likely that he’s already familiar with it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t like to admit it as it makes him seem “too vanilla” but he loves missionary with you. He loves watching your face as he fucks you and your eyes roll back. He loves being able to run his hands over your body and lift your hips up to his. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can go both ways, for example if he’s had a bad day he’d rather be more serious in the moment, but if you two had just come home from a party and you were both drunk, there would be a lot more giggling involved. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes to keep it clean and tidy down there, shaving every couple of weeks as he prefers how it looks. Although, if he weren't to shave the hair he grows is quite light and so isn’t very noticeable when it begins to grow out. 

And when it comes to you, he believes it’s your body and your choice. Hair is natural, and nothing to be ashamed of! 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh Jace is such a romantic when it comes to you. He’ll hold you close as he fucks you and whisper things in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s never loved someone as much as he loves you. But this can also change when you want him to be rough, he can be very dominant, shoving your face into the pillows, calling you degrading names that makes you even wetter than he imagined possible. But deep down, he’s a romantic. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’d masturbate almost every night before you and him got together. Now, he doesn’t really have a need to. But sometimes when you’re away or when he’s in the shower and thinking about you, he’ll get off to the thought of you. Sometimes when he’s finished he’d feel guilty for doing this, but in the moment he’s too horny to even think straight. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Should I make a list? I’ll make a list. 

Edging

Orgasm control

Hair pulling

Choking and breath play

Handcuffs 

Spanking 

Breeding 

Daddy kink 

Cockwarming 

Thigh riding 

Spitting

Degrading

I could go on and on about this but I’ll stop here. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, your bedroom and the bathroom. He likes to know you’re comfortable and there’s not a risk of being caught. He doesn’t like the thought of anyone seeing you the way he sees you, he doesn't want anyone hearing the noises you make as they’re all for him! He even made you rush back to his room from the greenhouse when you made him hard from sitting on his lap. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The way you look at him when you’re needy. He would have to hold back from taking you over the kitchen table if you were to give him that look during breakfast. But also when you would surprise him with new lingerie. When you walk from your room to his in your robe with nothing but a lingerie set on underneath… prepare to not be able to walk in the morning. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The thought of having a threesome isn’t something he likes. As I’ve mentioned, whilst dating Jace you are his and only his. He doesn’t like the thought of another man touching your body, and equally you don’t like the thought of Jace fucking anyone else. So that’s something that’s off the table, at least for the moment. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE LOVES TO GIVE ORAL. Jace is the king of giving head. He knows exactly what to do and just how you like it. He could spend the rest of his life between your thighs, quite happily. Even if neither of you have the time or the energy for sex, he will still go down on you like a starving man. He loves to give <3

He also loves receiving, as any guy would. He loves when you drop to your knees in front of him and take him down your throat. However, he will always prefer to give. What a gentleman. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the mood and the moment. If you had a heated argument and you ended up pushed against the wall with his tongue down your throat then you’d expect it to be rough and fast. But if you’d just come home from a date then he’d carry you to the bed, take his time with you and show you how much you really mean to him. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If either of you need to do it, then you need to do it! However, it doesn’t happen very often as he’d rather take his time. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you’re comfortable with it! He doesn’t want to put you in a situation where you don’t feel safe or comfortable

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh he could last all night and all day if you asked him to. He’s trained all his life so he has stamina, and he definitely shows it off in the bedroom. You’d be a drooling wreck beneath him before he’s even begun to sweat. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, but he surprised you with a vibrator for your birthday one year and he loves to use it on you, or to watch you use it on yourself. He would happily experiment with more if you were to ask him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He’d place his hand on your thigh at the most inconvenient times and begin to move it upwards. You’d swat him away but it would only encourage him to tease you more. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, but he’ll definitely moan your name and let out low groans as his hips roll against yours. He tries to keep quiet so the others don't hear him but if you're both home alone then... ;)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jace lost his virginity in the greenhouse with a girl he only dated for a few days. He had been very cocky and told her he’d fucked loads of girls before and then when it finally came to the act he wasn’t too sure what to do and when she left he was feeling quite embarrassed, but thankfully she ended up moving away so he never had to see her again. He didn’t have sex for 6 months after that, and he even read a few books on how to improve in the bedroom, as he never wanted to feel that same shame again (and he never did!)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s definitely hiding at least 7 inches down there, his cock would be the biggest you’ve taken and it’s very satisfying ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s horny all the damn time. You could literally just breathe and he’d be turned on. He’s always had access to sex whenever he wanted it, being as stunningly attractive as he is, and girls would throw themselves at him so he’s never really had to suppress the feelings before and control himself until he met you. You can even tell when he has to hold himself back from crashing his lips into yours and taking you on the bathroom sink. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He could fall asleep quite quickly after he finishes, but he makes sure you’re looked after first. When he’s certain that you’re happy and comfortable, he can fall asleep with you in his arms <3

[shad0wchateau]

RGBFVERSE - ADONIS/SG!BF

somehow ive never posted about him… which is a shame because i love my boy to bits. this is for the wiki! (the colored art in this is by @shed-the-god tysm for drawing my big man)

his info is under the cut! <3

Adonis

SG!BF (Space Giant)

Age: He’s been around longer than you’d think!

Birthday: March 5th

Species: Space Giant

Height: Base height is 543'9", smallest is 100ft. 

Relationship Status: Single

Biological Family: N/A

Friends: He considers all the other BFs to be his friends.

Personality Traits: Adonis is a very sweet and curious guy. He’s always eager to learn more about his surroundings and the people he encounters, even if they’re afraid of him. He’s a very lonely soul, and finds it very difficult to communicate or bond with anyone due to his size and unfamiliarity with anything that isn’t the vast expanse of space. He tries.

Ideals: All Adonis wants in life is to make friends. His goals are very simple.

Bonds: Adonis is very fascinated by the other BFs. He’s intrigued by these tiny little things that somewhat resemble him and likes to observe them from afar, though he’ll certainly be ecstatic to have company if approached!

Flaws: Adonis tends to forget just how fragile other beings and things are compared to him, and doesn’t entirely have a grasp of his own strength or just how unintentionally harmful and destructive he’s capable of being. His inability to speak makes it very difficult for him to express that he means no harm.

Comforts: Stargazing, Music, Company.

Fears: Being alone forever, Rejection.

Features/Traits: Big Fella: He’s... very big!

Size-shifting: While Adonis’ base height is huge, he is capable of shrinking himself down or growing larger, though he is incapable of going any smaller than 100ft.

Space Giant-specific: He’s able to breathe and survive in space just fine, and has no need for any kind of sustenance.

Enhanced Senses: Specifically, Adonis has an absurdly good sense of both sight and hearing, which make it much easier to understand smaller beings. He also has this but with taste, so he can eat even if it’s unnecessary for him.

Known Languages: Understands English just fine, but is also learning ASL and is quickly becoming well adept at it.

Trivia: 

- In text and writing and in his own thoughts, Adonis uses words like “us” and “we” in place of words like “me” and “I.”

- Adonis sleeps a lot despite having no real need to. He enjoys doing it to pass the time.

- He’s heavily downsized in RGBFVerse as compared to his canon.

Lore Summary: 

Adonis, much like any other member of his species, simply popped into existence in the vast expanse of space one day quite some time ago. Space Giants are very spread out, so the likelihood that he would encounter anyone like him was low, and he never really did. Thankfully, he had spawned in the Milky Way galaxy rather close to the solar system, so he was able to occupy himself by observing things like spaceships from afar and look out at the stars. Never knowing that descending to Earth was an option he had, Adonis lived a deeply lonely life, yearning for companionship above all else.

(he has… a tail <3)

[lean-mean-demon-genevieve]

Is there any evidence Jared and Gen were friends with Joe Rogan? Jared used to follow him but he doesn’t anymore after his political views came out. That doesn’t mean he ever knew him personally.

I got this ask a few weeks ago and life was lifeing and it didn’t get addressed. But answering it today feels extra appropriate.

I planned to say that while I didn’t have any evidence of Jared knowing Rogan personally, I also would like to question anon’s assumption that Jared unfollowed Rogan because of his political affiliations…because that’s not the impression I got. Again it seems anon may be assuming goodwill and good intentions based on overall liking/being a fan of Jared’s.

If anyone has proof of Jared decrying Rogan for his political leanings, I would love to see it.

If you believe this Reddit thread, Jared unfollowed after some Twitter backlash in 2019:

Liking a post doesn’t always mean that you support everything attached to it, but it’s a stamp of approval of sorts. Jared may have liked the comeback story of the guy in the picture. I believe facts and patterns. Call me a cynic, but I try not to attribute good intentions to anyone who I don’t know personally and especially not someone with an image for sale. This is true of any celeb. But Jared has a well documented habit of popping off and then weakly taking it back. So in this case, I’d much rather hear it from him explicitly that he disagrees with Rogan’s views.

Joe Rogan has been a known bro with problematic views long before he became even more openly right-wing in 2020 following the pandemic. Hence the backlash that caused Jared to unfollow in 2019. So basically, Jared didn’t unfollow until people noticed and it caused a dent in his own image. That’s not the same as cutting ties.

Let us not pretend that unfollowing means anything more than PR. In fact, in August of 2020, Gen had this to say in an interview:

Jared may have unfollowed Rogan’s socials but both of the Pads were still listening to the podcast a year later, per her report. And listening enough to proudly endorse Rogan’s “candor” and attach themselves to him in a public interview.

Gen also endorsed some of the same products as Rogan, including Four Sigmatic (mushroom power for focus) and Butcher Box. In this ad for Butcher Box in March of 2021, Jared can be heard to have more knowledge of Rogan’s promo codes than those of his own wife. So it seems 2 years post unfollowing, he is still paying pretty close attention to Rogan’s content:

Even more recently, The Pads and Rogan both endorse Ways 2 Well; a bougie Austin med spa for all things IV, supplements, stem cells, and otherwise “medical anxiety of the rich” related. Is this a crime? No of course not. But I do think it suggests that they all run in the same circles:

(Don’t get me started on Rogan’s anti-trans views while also receiving gender-affirming hormone treatments.)

Cut to this week, and a former Walker bit-part actor is singing the praises of Jared and Rogan in the same post. (To a Jason Aldean soundtrack, no less. You may recall this turd from his song controversy last year.) The post is tagged at Rogan’s comedy club in Austin, Mothership. Rogan himself moved to Austin in 2020, reportedly in part because of the state’s lack of income tax and because LA was too liberal.

And ok, so this says that David is friends with Rogan and also friends with Jared. And to anon’s point maybe we don’t have a documented friendship between Jared and Rogan but I’d argue that it doesn’t matter to me.

On the night before the US election, Rogan endorsed the then presidential candidate Donald Trump in this promo post for his Elon Musk interview:

An endorsement of this nature, I feel, tells us a lot about Rogan’s beliefs. I don’t have the bandwidth nor space in this post to detail all of those points. But from this leftist’s perspective, it includes endorsement of anti-choice/“prolife” (but also anti public assistance), anti trans right, pro war/genocide, anti climate change, and anti vaxx to name a few.

Pada-fans will often cite Jared’s connection to the Austin-based, pro lgbtq+ non-profit organization Out Youth as evidence of his liberalism. But I wonder what the people of Out Youth will think after seeing this photo of Jared and knowing that he came out to Mothership comedy club to see Rogan’s brand of “anti-woke” comedy. (Rogan was performing that night, per this post.)

Here is an article from an Austin newspaper that details the vibe of the club: X

I also think this bit is…interesting. Go ahead and Google the “vibe” of these other comedians if you’re unfamiliar. Big yikes.

And here are a couple other links that detail the content of Rogan’s most recent Netflix special, for further context on the content of his standup: X and X

I have several friends who are also trans. I, unlike Jared, have also never listened to a single Rogan podcast. But regardless of how big of a personality Rogan is, if I had the opportunity to meet him and get my photo taken with him, my values would give me serious pause. If my friends saw me with my arm slung around this guy, what conclusions should they draw from my smile and the comfort they see? Personally, since I do not agree with anything that Rogan stands for, I would opt out. I wouldn’t want to even risk someone assuming my affiliation.

Jared, on the other hand, did.

At the very least you can say that he was willing to risk the misunderstanding. And I think that’s because he knows it still won’t matter to most of his fans. They will always find a way to excuse his choices.

[minnieposting]

i want to talk about robins trailer again!

following up from this post + a cool thread i saw earlier compiling lots of details i didn't notice in the trailer! (and the morse code post)

mostly really interested in the fact that this whole thing is filmed and directed by sunday

(sc from twt thread)

i said earlier that robin must feel like she doesn't want to let down both sunday and the family, both as his sister and the "pride of the family". but this clearly shows that he's the one pulling the strings, or at least one of them.

(as i type this out, i realize the usage of "pulling the strings" could relate back to the imagery of puppets we've been seeing. they are present in robin's trailer and also seen in the 2.2 penacony trailer)

(and of course, another puppet on strings...)

not sure where i'm going with this because tbh i got side tracked because i had the realization while writing. just some cool consistent puppet imagery, obviously symbolic, just don't feel like thinking about this rn lol

ANYWAY, my original train of thought was going towards sunday being a huge pressure on her, whether intentionally or not, he's clearly got his own shit going on... but i also feel like this gives new meaning to something else i pointed out a bit ago (post)

sunday is always right behind robin! she's always in the spotlight while he looms in the shadows. another thing tho, the same person who posted that twt thread i linked to pointed out that our bird friend is seen in the corner watching robin perform (x)

in the upper right corner!

(though, ive seen speculation that the bird is not sunday's but the dreammaster's! either way, sunday is still the most involved with her in the context of my post...)

now, going back to what i really want to talk about in the first place - director sunday. i do think this is more symbolic than anything, and coming from robin's perspective as this is her trailer.

sunday is a perfectionist obsesed with control and robin's public image may not be spared from that. she may feel that sunday is essentially breathing down her neck, whether or not sunday is aware he's making her feel like this. i've always thought that sunday's perfectionism and his obsessiveness have bled into his love for his sister and their relationship as a whole. again, she clearly does not want to let him down specifically, especially when they're supposedly working towards a childhood dream.

it's just! this whole thing about freedom, or the lack of it. robin is a caged bird and that's become explicit in her trailer. who knows wtf sunday's deal is, but he's also clearly under SO much pressure, he's the head of the oak family and ALSO needs to be nothing less than perfect. dude had a whole speech about it. i also imagine they both don't talk about any negative feelings related to this, maybe even wanting to keep up appearances around each other too.

i feel like i dont have anything else to say. i just mainly wanted to talk about some observations and stuff. i am very much looking forward to 2.2 coming out later, im SO excited to dig into sunday because he is the most intriguing and mysterious to me. their relationship is just so so so interesting, im so excited to see it in all of its glory later.

and mandatory note bc i am an anxious person, i do a lot of talking out of my ass and this is just exactly that.

(uh i scrolled up to read this post over and saw i linked back to a morse code post and didn't talk about that at all. well there's SOS morse code in robins trailer! that's fucked up! what else can i say)

[cherrylite17]

Perfect 10 liners ep 3 (spoilers)

I swear to god i thought i made this post like 3 days ago wtf.

first note, even though i have not posted anything re: the first two episodes, I will say that i currently like the show. I am fully treating this show as three shows packed up in one show. (I'm thinking skam where the seasons were following the same people but different main characters each season except this show does not have seasons)

I originally was not sure if i wanted to watch this show, aside from force and book I dont really know much about the other two ships and even still i havent really watched many force book shows fully so i was fully convinced i wouldnt like the show

Theres still a chance i wont like the show but right now the first two episodes have been funny. yeah I know, im a sucker for silly goofy sound effects and cuts and this show is doing it. its also (i think) the same director as we are and I LOVED we are so we'll see!

I think it is interesting that Arc likes Arm and is actually going for it, unlike most shows where theyll beat around the bush around this, I cant wait for Arc to "find out" that Arm was the one who posted that photo of him because i am fully convinced he already knows and is so ready to mess with Arm when he "finds out" (though i hope hes not too mean about this)

ANYWAY, ONTO THE THIRD EPISODE!

not me saying that i was interested in the arm arc storyline only for the show to IMMEDIATELY switch off of their story line sigh

nvm i spoke too soon, back to arrmarc! NOT PUN AND JET KNOWING LOL THATS SO CUTE

also not the new car being a product placement

i also find it lowkey INSANE that this man got you into an accident, said he would never hurt you again, and then all of a sudden youre so fine with it. Like not even a little bit of "you know what, give me like a week before i get into your car" i know this is probably for us to see and assume that Arm already likes Arc even though he won't admit it but like… girl this man is being lowkey (highkey) rude af and mean to you and i get that youre idk,,, pushing it off because hes your senior but like i do not CARE how senior someone is to me and how much i like someone, if they got me into an accident, im probably not going in their car for a while.

NOT THE AGGRSSIVE TYPING "dont forget to apply the medicine :p"

I also found this restaurant part so out of the blue? I know hes all like "well you said youre getting to know me now" but like bro you are in a sweaty ass jersey right now like go to either home or a street stall where there isnt an expectation on being dressed fancy.

fish on the balcony? 😭

poor po being stuck between two lovesick boys (bro is literally me)

if Arc thinks that this heart rate is "racing" bro would probably think i was dying if he heard my resting heart rate.

oh 😃 thats one way to end an episode. bro really said, yeah im gonna give my gear to you (because we will be dating) Im lowkey getting sotus vibes from their relationship at least right now. Like one mean guy who is the older senior and also has the explicit (kinda) role of taking care of the junior in terms of academics and school life and then a stubborn junior and also the giving of the gear (which ive heard is like a cultural think kinda so i cant really see that and be like OMG

ITS SOTUS!!!) but uh (cultural may not be the word im looking for but i feel like in canadian eng programs (dont wanna be to general and say all canadian university programs) we dont really have something like this, where you get something from the school and give it to the person you are dating as like a cute thing, maybe a canadian can correct me if im wrong tho) the confidence on this man i wish i had even half of that

FINAL THOUGHTS

once again another engineering show making me (an engineering student) feel lonely and sad about my own life 💀

i feel like i dont have any insight on this episode (not that i ever have) but maybe as the show goes on and i get used to making these posts again i will

that being said, I am sick and gosh darn tired of this fucking trope (?) where you can be mean to someone as a way of "flirting" with the other person. I mean even po and sand were all like "if I didnt know any better i'd think hes flirting with you" like maybe its just difference in cultures but if a friend came up to me and talked about someone in the way that Arm was talking about Arc in the first two episodes i would stongly encourage that friend to stay the fuck away from that person, like why are we making it okay again to bully people as a way of flirting with them (i guess you could argue that in this case its less bullying and more like teasing (which whatever) but my point still stands, i wish that shows would do this trope less or at the very least have some genuine consequences to this bad behaviour. and NO getting Arm hurt in the car accident is not a consequence to Arc for his bad behaviour, like sure he felt guilty about it but obviously Arm had no grudges held against him for that (i'm talking i want genuine serious like… idk how to put it. and this show may not be the best example ( again, maybe this is more teasing than it is bullying) but if someone treated me as bad as some main characters treat their love interest they would not be getting a chance from me (to which you might argue, "well if you like that person before then even if theyre mean to you they would get a chance" but thats often not the case in these shows, like main character 1 is mean for no fucking reason and main character 2 is like i hate you…. wait a minute I LOVE YOU!!! and there is no real consequence to main character 1s actions, they have no real reason to change)) but anyway thats neither here nor their as i am currently liking this show but given the time that the show is taking place (2 main couples are already established) i am wondering i… idk i forgot what i was gonna say

[barsformars]

A Little More

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g - fluff

p - jongho x gn!reader

w.c - 1.2k

t.w - none

a.n - i wrote this back in 2020??? i found it in my notion drafts so i edited it a lil bit and decided to post it (i dont think ive posted this? i couldnt find it on my page)

//

You tapped your feet impatiently to a made-up rhythm in your head, constantly glancing up at the clock hanging on the wall right behind your teacher. Urgh, class was supposed to end 16 minutes ago.

"Are we going to miss it?" Jongho turned to ask even though he had already guessed that judging from the way you were acting.

"If she doesn't stop talking right now," you leaned in slightly and replied softly, not wanting to get caught talking in class. That would just mean getting held back a little longer than you would like to. "Gosh, I'm not even absorbing an-“

You pause at the sudden quietness of the classroom, looking up to see Ms Kang with her arms folded across her chest. Uh-oh.

But before she even has a chance to call the both of you out, Jongho raises his hand, making up a lie on the spot as an excuse. "Sorry, they were explaining a question to me!" He nudges you with his elbow, which was your cue to apologise as well so that Ms Kang would just get over it.

"Alright, but next time don't discuss while I'm speaking. Got it?"

"Yep!" You rolled your eyes playfully at your table partner, he has a way of always getting out of trouble. It was just impossible for anyone to dislike him, and all the grown-ups just absolutely adore him.

Thankfully for the both of you (and everybody else), Ms Kang decided that there was no point in carrying on the lesson any further. She said that everyone looked 'too dead on the inside' which wasn't not true at all. It's just the case when school had started as early as 7.30 in the morning, only ending now at 5pm (or rather 5.20pm).

You stuffed all your belongings into your bag hurriedly before helping Jongho with his. Why does he always have a pile of loose notes and books under his table? Now, if it wasn't for how early the sunsets were nowadays now that it’s winter, you wouldn't be rushing him. You never liked pressuring anyone in any way.

"If we miss it today, we can just catch it tomorrow or whenever, you know." It wasn't that Jongho didn't like you rushing him, in fact, he doesn't mind it at all. He just rather not see you stressing over something so minor so unnecessarily.

Jongho had a point, but you really wanted to see the sunset today for whatever reason. Or actually there were many reasons. You know how there's always one week in the month where the sunsets just hit different from the other days? That's what you have observed at least, even if you didn't have any scientific information to back it up or prove that was really the case. Anyways, to put it short, the sunsets recently have been extra pretty and if you don't catch it today, you'll have to wait another month. Why? You have classes that extend way past 5 o'clock starting tomorrow.

And besides, you couldn’t wait any longer. As curious as you were hopeful, you really wanted to know who Jongho had caught feelings for. He promised he would tell you on a day the sunset is exceptionally beautiful.

"We still have a little more time left," you said, not bothering to explain your thoughts to Jongho. It's too much effort to try and properly formulate your thoughts into coherent sentences.

"Alright, let's go then." Without any warning, Jongho takes hold of your wrist, pulling you along with him as the both of you ran down the hallway, then the 8 flights of stairs and finally to the open field at the back of the campus.

After all the panting and gasping for air, you tilted your head upwards only to be greeted by light grey clouds filling up the sky. The golden rays of the sunset were barely peeking out from the back despite it extending out like roots greedy for nutrients in the soil.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked the time, hoping that maybe this was only the starting and not the end. "They say the sun sets in 6 minutes, so I guess we just wait?" You suggested, already seated on the floor before Jongho could process your words.

He remained standing, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. There was definitely something wrong with whatever you had just said but Jongho couldn't tell if he or you were the stupid one here. "I think that means the sky goes dark then, no? Like when the sun completely sets....." His voice trails off as you tugged at the sleeve of his uniform to get him to sit down as well.

"I don't know, but no harm in waiting just a little while more."

"I guess," Jongho said with a shrug of his shoulders.

But a lot of things can happen in just a little while. For example, Jongho might just muster up a little more courage in this peaceful silence to confess his feelings for you. And in this little while, an amazing friendship could very possibly end, unless you saw him as a little more than only a friend.

Jongho decides not to take the risk just yet; there's no harm in waiting just a little while more. Just a little more, when he can be a little more sure of your feelings as well.

"What's with this weird atmosphere?" You joked, an attempt to ignore how fast your heart was racing right now. Lucky for Jongho, you were too busy calming yourself down that you missed the way his body immediately tensed up at your question.

"Uhm, I'm guessing that's-" Jongho points up at the sky that was very far from spectacular-"all today's sunset has to offer." That wasn't the best way to break the awkward silence but oh well...

"Can we wait 5 more minutes?" You had almost lost all hope at this point but you never know what might happened in the next few minutes. Maybe Jongho would finally decide to let you in on his crush's identity as he had promised. Because if he doesn't, then you might. And if it so happens that your feelings for him aren't reciprocated, you were only going to burden him with your feelings. You don't want that, but right now you're barely holding yourself back. "Do you even remember what you promised me?"

"The thing about my crush?"

"Mhmm..."

"Yea, I remember. But today's sunset isn't it." Jongho sighed as he leaned back on his hands, staring up at the now dark sky. "Just wait a little while more."

"Well, but I don't want to miss the timing just like we did with the sunset today so I'll just say it." Your voice was shakier but in no way more timid than usual, perhaps it was the adrenaline that was rushing through your veins right now. Because right now, you couldn't care less about the weight and consequences of your words.

"Choi Jongho, I really like you a lot."