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bedoballoons · 1 year ago

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Just wrote a Sumeru boys request and when I saw there was another one I got so excited!! AHH I LOVE CUDDLY READER!! Thank you for this request and I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Cuddles, snuggles and warm bundles~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, fluffy cuddles with the Sumeru boys!!

(Includes: Tighnari, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

𑁍༄Tighnari:

You pulled the blanket around you tighter, the chill of the morning making you want to stay in bed and cuddle with Tighnari all day, feeling his fluffy tail wrapped around you and his arms sleepy holding you against him. Maybe he felt the same way you did, or maybe you both were so comfortable that any other plans no longer mattered, but neither of you ended up moving even after a couple hours.

Even after he fully woke up and just watched you with this dreamy gaze, even after you talked for hours about everything going on in your life that you hadn't gotten to tell him about, even after the two of you started getting hungry. It was just...so unlike either of you to stay in bed and just, enjoy eachothers company. Forget about work and the things that make the days hurry by.

"Hey Tighnari, can we snuggle like this more often? Just take a break and catch up until we physically have to get out of bed..."

"I love that idea. I think, this may be one of my new favourite things to do"

𑁍༄Kaveh:

You watched Kaveh as he sketched out a entire new layout for the design he'd been stuck on for hours now. This one really seemed to be getting to him and even with all the help you could give, he just wasn't having a good time, he seemed stretched thin...creativity all but gone. "Kaveh, why don't you take a break hmm? We can cuddle for a little and give your mind a rest?"

He sighed in defeat and nodded, smiling as you curled under his arm, using his side as a pillow, "I'm not sure why this idea is so difficult for me to get a grasp on...it's just supposed to be a comfy look, but none of what I had in mind originally really fits what I'm going for." He kissed the top of your head as you listened to his troubles, you wished you could do more for him but you didn't really know how to design anything..,"Well, hmm. When do you feel the comfiest Kaveh?"

"When I'm with you. Oh, my gosh that's it!" He quickly grabbed his sketch pad, his pencil drawing cushions and hidden heart shaped motifs into the design...unaware he'd left you with a goofy smile and a dark blush. Maybe you were more help than you thought.

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

You placed a kiss on Alhaithams neck, feeling sleepy after cuddling with him for so long. Usually he'd have work or other things to attend to, but today, today was his day with you and that meant sitting there reading as you snuggled up to him. The room nice and warm, his arms tightly holding you in place and the gentle sound of the page flipping ever so often...maybe others would find it strange to be so quiet, awkward even, but to you two it was like a comforting silence. A time to unwind and not hear the constant chatter of others or things moving, nothing but the two of you enjoying eachothers presence.

His chin gently rested on your head and you smiled, finally letting your heavy eyelids close and nod off to sleep. You wouldn't even wake up when he carried you to bed, but the next morning would feel like a breeze, like all your stressed had just...melted away.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer grunted as you climbed into his lap, your head resting on his chest and his arms holding you tight so you wouldn't fall. To think you'd ask for such a silly thing...to cuddle in a tree, was it something you'd seen in a romance book or dreamed of? He didn't know...he didn't even know why he'd actually agreed to it...until you were resting in his embrace, the soft flutter of leaves all around you and the branches hiding you from the rest of the world.

"It's nice isn't it Wanderer..."

"Tsk...I guess so." He hid his face in your hair, thinking about you and your wild imagination, he silently thanked you for showing him this type of love. He never thought he'd enjoy it as much as he truly did.

𑁍༄Cyno:

You smiled as Cyno kissed your cheek from behind, his hands intertwined with yours and your back resting against his chest. You wouldn't say it out loud yet, but cuddling with him were your favourite moments. Whenever he pulled you close, wether it be after he's just won a tcg game against one of his friends or after he's had a long day and just needs to hold you for comfort, you loved it.

"You okay Cyno?"

"Yes, just a had a long day and wished to be close to you..."

"Ah, well I'm here. How about I tell you a couple jokes I heard today, they made me think of you." You tilted your head back slightly so you could see his reaction and the smallest bit of a smile had already started to form. "Tell me."

"Why did the invisible man turn down the job offer?"

"Hmm why?"

"He couldn't see himself doing it." You blushed as he laughed happily, finding the joke far funnier than it actually was.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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dellalalakang · 1 year ago

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yjw: up first

masterlist | main masterlist

jungwon slowly discovers the pleasures that come with having a partner

contains: what they're doing is sfw! but it contains some spicy talk and some racy action. i guess it's 15+

oh hey guys.. what's up?

yjw

For the whole two years I (well, we) spent with Della, I have never once had any sexual thoughts about her. Not even when I heard the hyungs and her go at it like animals in heat.

I know Sunoo did, which is why he went ahead and did stuff after he turned twenty. We made a pact to not lose our virginity before everyone's an adult, and he took full advantage of the loopholes.

Though I don't blame him anymore, because I get it now.

I don't know what it is but a switch turned on. Everything seems different when you're twenty. Especially everything Della does.

"Kiss here?" Della pointed at the side of my neck. This is our first comeback since I turned into an adult, and they want kiss marks on our necks (excluding Niki). Incredibly suggestive and sexy.

We were initially really against this, but turns out Della would be the one to leave the print, so I guess it's totally fine in the end.

But I'm up first and I've never had my neck kissed. I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's probably similar to a normal kiss, right?

Right?

"Yup, just there," the creative director nodded. "Maybe have it slightly askew."

"Okay, understood," Della nodded, putting on a burgundy lipstick as the cameraman for our photoshoot sketch recorded her. The rest of the members were all watching from afar, trying to be subtle with how excited they are for their turn. "Ready, Wonie?"

"Mm," I stretched out my neck for easier access. "Della is gonna make a kiss print on my neck," I explained to the camera.

"We're all friends here," Della clarified. "This is just bros being bros," she said in English.

Yeah right, like Engenes (or anyone) is gonna believe that.

"It's just a print," I added, immediately holding my breath when Della's head moved close.

When it happened...

Yeah the kiss itself barely felt like much, probably because it was so short.

Though as someone who doesn't understand what being ticklish is like, her breath on my neck left a weird sensation. I couldn't decide if I actually enjoyed it since it ended so quick.

But I wanted more, I needed more.

"Like this?" Della asked the creative director.

"Uhh..." he stepped back and thought of it for a second. "It might be too sexy actually. It's a little too... suggestive– too grown up" he tilted his head. "Will buttoning up his shirt help? Jungwon, can you button your shirt?" from the corner of my eye, I could see the hyungs now openly staring at us.

"I think we have to discard the kiss idea and just switch to vampire bites," the creative director said. "Unbutton them to how it was before and I'll inform the makeup team of the change," damn, I hope the hyungs can control their expressions when the news gets delivered. "Please scrap this from the video," he informed the cameraman before walking away.

"I'll get going now," Della bowed her head and left to join the others.

"What happened?" I caught Sunghoon asking the girl.

"The kiss thing is scrapped. We're getting vampire bites instead," immediately after, a chorus of 'ahh...'s were heard.

I barely managed to hold in a scoff. It's just one tiny neck kiss, what's the big deal?

If it's just one tiny neck kiss, then why are you wanting more?

Maybe it's good that I was up first.

"Hyung," I approached Jay as he was cooking. Deja vu. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" I looked around to make sure no one was hearing.

"Is sex... that good?" what the actual heck, Yang Jungwon. That was not the question I wanted to ask. "I mean! Not sex! But like– l-like.. is there a reason why the hyuppas are so... horny..?" he let out a laugh and ruffled my hair before answering.

"What's got you thinking about this? Are you having dirty thoughts of Della?" I started to play with the sleeves of my shirt.

"The photoshoot yesterday was just... I don't know... Her breath on my neck like that... It just got me thinking," I shook my head. What is up with me. "Like you were all really looking forward to it and I wondered exactly why and figured it had something to do with... sex I guess?"

For God's sake, Jungwon. Do you know how ridiculous you sound? Your girlfriend left a PECK on your neck and now you're seeking advice from your experienced hyung.. again.

"Ahh, well I think that the intimacy of sex is like no other. The pleasure's great and all, it's basically like jerking off but better," he explained everything without halting his cooking. "The intimacy is what's amazing really. You know how good you feel when you make out Della? It's just that but tenfold."

That's... it? I expected him to go on and on about how life changing it is.

"Honestly I'm the wrong person to ask because I'm not as horny as the other three, but!" he stopped a bit to look at me. "I can tell you that you should start off slow. Based on your question, it seems like you've never even experienced neck kisses, and that is almost entirely innocent. You can just start off with that."

"I know that! I'm not gonna get into it and immediately ask for a..." I didn't know what the word was so I just mimed myself pumping an imaginary penis.

"A handjob?" ahh, that's what it's called.

"Mm! Anyway, I was just mostly curious as to why you guys are always getting at it," he raised his hands in defense after my point.

"Eyy, you should ask Della why her libido's so high too! It takes two to tango, you know– well... at least two in our case," ...gross. "–and for the record, the reason why we were bummed about the photoshoot's kiss cancellation was entirely out of possessive reasons like we just wanted to show off how we're Della's."

Well in that case, I'm glad that I went up first for the shoot.

'Just take things slow, Wonie,' Jay's advise was in mind as I approached Della's room. 'Start with neck kisses.'

Should I approach Della and be blunt about this? Should I just pretend like I'm going with the flow and vibe of everything? I usually go with the former but it's also usually never something racy.

I have to admit that I'm a bit envious of how her relationship with the other members have progressed. Our first kiss took place five months into our relationship, and it was only about a year later that we began to include tongue. We're progressing so slowly that even Niki is moving faster. Way faster.

I think I had this preconceived notion that things like french and neck kisses were sexual acts, and I learned very late that it isn't (always) true. Jay said that it doesn't have to be if they're gentle and doesn't contain any provocative intentions.

Well... what should I do? Do I have provocative intentions?

Am I thinking about this too much? Should I just ask her like normal? Is it too weird though? What if she thinks I'm lame? Does she already think that way becau–

My anxious thoughts were cut short when the door suddenly opened to reveal the devil herself.

"Jesus! 깜짝이야!" Della jumped and placed a hand on her heart. [kkamjjakiya = i'm sure you all know what it means because of jake]

"Sorry! Sorry!" I held my hands up in front of me. "I didn't mean to surprise you, I was gonna knock!"

"No, no, it's fine," she leaned against the door and let out a breath. "What's up?"

"Were you planning on doing something?" please say no, please say no.

"Just wanted to get some strawberry milk, but that's it," oh thank God.

"Can I come in and just chill? I miss you," she let out a smile before coming close to give me a peck.

"Of course, Wonie. I'll be quick," is it just me or does she want me in a different way? Her eyes are looking a little different.

Damn, I guess Sunoo wasn't kidding when he said that everyone has a bit of delusion mixed in them.

As I was left alone for two minutes, I came to a quick conclusion that I should.. start it off? Maybe I should kiss her neck first.

"You're in the mood to cuddle, darling?" Della took a long sip from her drink and joined me on the bed.

"Mmm," I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around her.

"Do you wanna watch something?" I can feel her gaze on my face as her fingers played with the hair by my nape.

"No," I opened my eyes to stare into hers. "I wanna kiss you though," was that too blunt?

"Eh? Do you wanna try something?" darn... she knows me too well.

Your cover's blown, Wonie. Just come clean.

...nah, I'm just gonna kiss her.

I didn't answer her question and just connected our lips together. Her mouth tasted of the strawberry milk she just drank, and her lips were a bit slick from her lip oil.

But yet again, the kiss is going slow like it always is. It's usually how I like it but I'm over it now. I want more.

So I decided to take charge.

I gently pushed her on her back and got on top of her, deepening the kiss and adding tongue. I could feel Della hold her breath for a bit, possibly taken aback from the shift.

This is also a first for us. The only time we've ever hovered the other was for performances.

My hands went from her waist to the sides of her face, really getting into the kiss. She hummed and brought one of her hands to my cheek while the other kept their grip on my hair.

Here goes nothing.

I slowly pulled away and immediately started pressing kisses down to her neck.

From what I've observed (mostly from Heeseung), I'm pretty sure that her 'sweet spot' is located under her right jaw. Otherwise why else would they constantly target the same spot over and over again.

I'm not really sure what makes this spot so sweet and I'm also unsure why everyone's is different. I'm guessing it means the person's ultimate pleasure point.

When I reached it, I started to just gave out small pecks which eventually turned to normal kisses.

I could feel that the vibe was a bit awkward based on how tense Della was. It was as if she didn't want me to kiss her neck.

"Wonie– darling," she pat my shoulder. "Give me a second," but before I could fully pull away, Della had already used her strength to flip us over so she was on top. "Lemme try first," and then she attached her lips to my neck, just like that.

She started leaving open kisses from my Adam's apple and slowly travelling towards the right side of my neck. I didn't realise that I was holding my breath until I breathed out when she reached a certain spot.

Again, I'm not a ticklish person by any means but I'm guessing that this is what it feels like.

But it feels amazing. It's what I imagined having your neck scratched as a cat would be like.

It's really, really nice.

Without even realising it, my throat let out a small moan while my body just stayed frozen in place, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

She relaxed her posture and focused on that one spot, tilting her head to kiss deeper.

I began to let out soft moans after moans as her tongue swirled around the skin.

"A–ah!" I hissed when she started sucking lightly. "Lala," I start to notice my stiff hands and brought one up to her hair.

"Do you like that, Wonie?" she whispered against my skin. Fuck me.

"Yeah," I breathed out, caressing her hair gently.

"Was this what you wanted to try out?" she giggled in between her kisses. I felt her mouth and tongue circling their way around the area. She wasn't in the exact same spot as earlier but the ticklish feeling was still there.

"Mm," I held my breath as she began to suck some more. I heard her let out a low chuckle.

"Cute," no fucking way.

I immediately placed my hands on her back to turn us over again. Her lips automatically detached themselves from my neck and the surprise was clear in her eyes. Especially when I pinned her hands beside her head like they do in the dramas.

"I'm not cute," I pretty much mumbled.

I caught a glimpse of myself on Della's mirror and quickly did a double take at the sight.

"Oh my God," I whispered in English, stretching my neck to get a clearer look at the marks she left. This actually happened and is actually happening.

"They'll fade away in half an hour or something. I didn't suck too hard," Della bit her lip.

"Thirty minutes, huh?" I looked to the mirror again. "Now that you've taught me, I guess I can suck a bit harder," I turned back and stared into her eyes.

"Gotta make sure the members know what happened."

I'm really glad I was up first for the shoot.

please i hope my creativity is back and is willing to stay

bonus scene in my first acc!

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @lalalalawon @clar-iii @deafeningballoonpeach

#kang lala #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jungwon smut

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sixosix · 2 years ago

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IT WAS ALL BY DESIGN | KAVEH

tags second chance, angst and fluff, time-skips, DARK HUMOR, lovers to exes to lovers again, profanity

written for art @aanobrain, who i made a bloodpact with saying that if i were to write this they’d write me xiao, so here we are. hope u like it art

a/n wc 4K kaveh lore spoilers but i didn’t follow the canon timeline. kaveh meets al-haitham BEFORE the palace of alcazarzaray. also this has two parts

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kaveh first saw you when he was presenting his nth draft proposal to his fellow group members.

it’s stressful, it’s a mess, kaveh is lost, and so, so tired. this group is certainly the worst one he’s had yet, but he’s too far deep to back out now.

tamara sighs deeply, like a tired mother, and kaveh’s temper flares, “i understand your need to express your love for aesthetics, but don’t you think that it’s unwise to sacrifice practicality?”

kaveh’s jaw ticks. “sacrifice? i’ve already explained that i’ve thought of every detail to consider. give me something to work on, actual criticism, without just slandering my ideals.”

tamara enjoys insulting his beliefs because she is nothing like kaveh. or maybe it’s because he is nothing like her.

it always is like this. snobs treat his proposals—bursting at the seams with unique ideas yet never neglecting quality—like a joke, and they never get past getting called drafts. he never gets past calling any of his first proposals a success.

“the outside world wouldn’t be as lenient as we had been to your designs, you know,” another of them says. one of his mentors. “tamara is right. we don’t have to get too detailed. here, listen, what if you just change up the strange curve of this wall? and this pillar you…”

outside world, kaveh thinks bitterly. he had already dealt enough with the outside world, but keeping him cornered against a wall he had been building against them was far worse than that.

yet he can’t say this. he’s said enough already. if tamara’s face were to get any redder, he’d lose the opportunity for the materials collectively funded by these people.

kaveh sighs, defeated. “i know. i’m sorry i snapped. i’ll take in your suggestions. what did you say must be removed first?”

“hold on,” one of his group mates speaks up. anis leans her chair over to another table, tapping the shoulder of someone kaveh is sure he’s never damn seen before. “hey, what do you think?”

you squint at kaveh’s work, unfazed by anis interrupting your studies. kaveh doesn’t want to, but he can’t look away. “i don’t understand some of it, but it’s nice. this building would look beautiful in the jungle.”

anis returns the front of her char’s legs on the floor. “ahh, you think?” she muses, handing the paper over to you. “well, an outside perspective is just as important.”

with a pen in your grip, you point at somewhere kaveh can’t quite see, blocked off by the back of the paper. it’s blocked off your face, too. “could use a bit more ornamental flora. too little over here if you’re going to already add it. life doesn’t just come from bright colors, but other forms of life as well.”

“spoken like a true amurta darshan.”

you huff proudly, lowering the paper and revealing your smile. kaveh stares, and stares.

knowing how to appreciate beauty as he does is a trait he has always admired. he secretly takes your suggestions to heart, planning to pull another all-nighter for a few sketches. this is the beauty of the akademiya; why he never gave up as soon as he was first brought down—he learns so much every day.

his heart races just at the thought of it. it’s been days since he felt this.

kaveh wonders if he’ll see you again and doesn’t get much time to think about it again when he’s pulled back to reality, back to yet another proposal that’s been erased so many times, it looks more like a smudge of ink than something kaveh would proudly call his.

kaveh sees you again in the house of daena hunched over a book with your face pinched, sitting next to someone, and he thinks that might’ve been when he fell in love.

but no, that can’t be right. that’s not how love works. it takes time, courage, long nights, restless mornings—this is just him a few feet away from someone whose words he admired.

this must be more like passing by a picture that caught his interest. this must be more fleeting, more like what he deserves, like how the yolk is shaped perfectly on his breakfast for the first time in weeks, how the weather is perfect for smooth construction without disaster, or how his mother did not at least cry too much in a day.

he had only been trying to pass by and continue annotating the book he promised himself to get back to, which happened to be slotted on the shelf in front of your table. it’s sheer luck. and he might’ve taken advantage of it.

the student next to you is speaking. cyno, kaveh recognizes belatedly. “do you get it? because wave could refer to the motion of your hands, but it could also refer to an ocean’s wave, or what is the result of the wind blowing over the surface of—”

you clutch your head. with your eyes off the books scattered across the desk, kaveh sees this as a sign to turn away, a small smile on his face as he listens to your voice. it’s pleasant, much more than the ones he hears all the time around him. “please, cyno, have some respect for your senior and have mercy on the bags under my eyes.”

“i am,” cyno says sternly. “i am cheering you up. perhaps it’s because you aren’t under-sand-ing my jokes.”

when kaveh risks a glance, you throw a crumbled paper onto cyno, which he catches with unblinking ease.

“don’t make me call tighnari here,” you threaten, holding a pen to his face.

“is he going to give me pun-ishment?”

“cyno…”

kaveh gets his wits about him again and realizes that he had been picking more books than he needed, just in time to hear more of cyno, unfortunately.

“did you not understand? you see, the word punishment has pun in it, which is what i’m—”

“that’s it.” the sound of a chair sliding across the smooth floor echoes in the quiet halls. “you sit there alone. think about your actions; i’m going to get lunch without you.”

kaveh takes a step forward, you do so backward, and you catch each other’s eyes from the synchronized movement.

somehow, meeting your eyes makes his heart jump to his throat. he can’t tell if this is better or worse than when you were just at a different table and he didn’t have the chance to speak with you.

it becomes a moment too long: kaveh gets nervous, spinning around on his heels and pretending to look for more books. this is unlike him. his head aches trying to think about it.

once you leave, kaveh approaches cyno.

“cyno,” kaveh says with a smile.

“kaveh,” cyno acknowledges. “why were you just watching us? was there something wrong?”

kaveh’s blood drains from his face. “was it that obvious? was it?”

cyno nods. “you’re terrible at acting casual.”

kaveh sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “ugh—whatever. cyno, hey, listen. that person you were with…”

“y/n?” he tilts his head. “did you need anything?”

“no, no.” kaveh repeats your name in his head, and files it away for later. “do you want to get lunch?” he asks, which he later realizes is an unspoken invitation for a new side of cyno he wishes he didn’t know. the puns hurt his head more than frustrating clients.

kaveh sits by himself in lambad’s tavern, lazily rocking his glass back and forth.

he’s made friends. plenty. but he’s not sure if he can confide in them if he were to go to them in this state.

he thought could consider al-haitham as one, but that blew over on his own face some time ago. it was a mess. kaveh’s not sure which hurt more: when he felt his own spite with how he trembled in spitting al-haitham’s name, or the fact that someone he almost considered a best friend seemed unfazed at all when they both knew that they wouldn’t talk to each other the next day.

al-haitham removed his name from the thesis, and kaveh tore up the copy he had of it. but unlike al-haitham, kaveh couldn’t bear the guilt and pieced them back together.

now they haven’t spoken for a while.

and he sits here, frustrated to the point of near tears.

he’s never felt as lonely as he feels right now, burdened by the stress accumulated from all those years with no one to tell him that he’s doing something right, that he’s going in the right direction. it feels childish, but when he closes his eyes, he can vividly imagine someone patting his shoulder, telling him he’s proud to call him his son, or someone pulling him close, kissing his forehead, telling him that she’d come back for him.

kaveh picks up the glass and takes a long sip.

“are you even allowed to drink?” someone says, too close to him.

kaveh inhales sharply, unfortunately breathing his drink along with it. he chokes on it, and some dribbled past his lips as he turns to the sound of the familiar voice.

you quirk an eyebrow. kaveh wants to gape.

“it’s coffee, and i’m allowed,” kaveh mutters hoarsely, flustered. how long have you been there? were you just watching him?

“but you’re pretending it is alcohol?”

kaveh looks away. he was hoping that no one would notice his dramatics.

“it’s funny,” you tell him. kaveh wasn’t really hoping to appear funny in his sorry state.

you call for lambad and tell him you want your usual. when lambad returns, he hands you a half-full glass of what kaveh could smell as alcohol. maybe he should’ve done the same, but his goal was to feel awake enough to finish his due project, not intoxicated and slurring his words together.

“well?” you turn to him, your cheek against your palm as your arm rests against the counter. “are you gonna act like it and bemoan your regrets?”

students of the akademiya have started to become familiar with the fact that kaveh is a one-of-a-kind genius. names like light of kshahrewar started to circle the halls loud enough for kaveh to hear it from rumors and to his face when they asked to collaborate with him or when they ask for too much of his time.

he was expecting you to do the same. he wouldn’t even blame you if you tried because he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes. yes, yes, i want to.

there is no liquid courage here, just the presence of you and his muddled mind finding it far too comfortable.

“my mother remarried,” he says.

you blink, pausing mid-way through drinking your fill. “oh…?”

“i’m happy for her,” kaveh says, confident, firm.

“here’s to that.” you clink your glass against his.

you weren’t taking it as a happy statement. he doesn’t want sympathy, but he knows that whatever you’re thinking is the irrefutable truth. perhaps you were mourning with him because he, too, knows that there’s nothing content about him when he has to reassure himself out loud.

kaveh wants to ask so many questions. he wants to pull out the stacks of papers shoved in his briefcase, ask you what you think of it, listen to you tell him that you understand its beauty, but it’d be more beautiful if he weren’t so afraid and confined in someone else’s ideals. he needs to hear you say it because he knows you’d say the exact same thing as he wants.

instead, he sits quietly, watching you from the corner of his eyes, entranced.

and kaveh—he’s longing. or maybe he’s just starting to feel loneliness.

“so, what happened between you and al-haitham’s group project?” you ask, wearing a smile that spells out you know exactly what you’re getting into.

“oh, don’t even get me started,” kaveh groans.

the night ends with his heart a little lighter than it was before. (this is still fleeting, right?)

it seems like after that, you’re just everywhere and always by his side. kaveh loves it. especially when he’s too caught up with the world and needs someone to distract him enough to remember that the world is splendid.

despite his desperate attempt at drowning himself in coffee in hopes of being able to remodel at least three rejected drafts, he doesn’t get anything done at all.

he knows that giving in and offering to help out everyone who asks him for it isn’t healthy. he knows it, and he sees the effects on his face, the paleness of his skin, and the mess of his hair.

when kaveh stares his paper down, he can almost see himself on it. not a reflection, but a shadow. it looks like a bird’s nest. he might as well get feathers to go with his hair and complete the look.

someone taps his shoulder, and kaveh somehow doesn’t feel like reacting accordingly. “kaveh, is that you? are you kaveh?” the stranger asks, all in one breath.

it takes him a few seconds. breathing in and out deeply. he turns around, hopes the eyebags on his face aren’t as heavy as they feel, and smiles.

“yes?”

“ah!” he recognizes the student. a few years younger than him. he can’t quite come up with a name right now. “thank goodness. they told me that you could help me with this, i knew you wouldn’t disappoint.”

“oh,” kaveh says, quiet.

if any of his friends were here, they’d glare him down, tell him that he’s going to bleed himself dry if he even thinks about saying anything aside from no. but they aren’t, and kaveh’s heart is bleeding out instead.

“what is it?”

“kaveh!”

you come stumbling in between him and the younger student, whose eyes bulge out of his eyes. he seems to be shaking, if kaveh were to look any closer.

without warning, you throw an arm over kaveh’s shoulder, leaning down to press your chest against his shoulder blade. kaveh’s breath hitches.

you tilt your head to appraise the cowering junior. “oh,” you say, as if not realizing he had been there all along. “daneh. did you need anything?”

“no. no, no, i don’t,” daneh splutters. “i’ll take my leave, i think— i think i should— please excuse me.”

while daneh runs off, kaveh tries to recall his breakfast and the procedure he did in his head to calm down and give himself the boldness to meet your eyes. what is happening to him?

dried fish fillet pan-fried until crispy, served in creamy, white sauce, sprinkled with mint—

“kaveh,” you say. your voice is too close to his ears, which he is sure is turning red.

—kaveh, kaveh, kaveh.

“y/n,” kaveh says, defeated, the grip on his quill faltering. “what was that about?”

he thinks he can feel a grin, and he badly wants to see what it would look like on your face. “i don’t remember telling you my name.”

curiosity wins. kaveh can’t help but smile along with you when he sees it. “you did it on purpose?” then, “cyno told me.”

“you asked around about me?”

“yes, i did,” he says, almost petulantly.

the way your mouth tips to one side more makes your beam come off more smug. “is that so?” you say, and kaveh feels like he’s bared himself to the world. “what’s this?”

kaveh follows where you’re pointing. it’s a mindless sketch he was practicing with; he doesn’t remember drawing half of it. “i was… oh, i don’t know, i just needed a break.”

“this is what you do on your break?” your fingers hover over the page as you trace the curved columns and drooping roof. “green. they look like leaves,” you tell him quietly.

kaveh’s smile turns softer at your sincere awe. “i know.” he wonders what’s going on in your head, then wonders if he’s worth knowing. “what do you think’s missing?”

“i’m no architect, but it could use a bit more of a… splash, you know? color. maybe some—”

“ornamental flora?” kaveh finishes for you. “you’re right. there’s no need to worry about this, though. i must have been on autopilot creating this.”

“straight to the bin it goes? what a shame. it’s stunning.” there’s a seat right there, yet you insist on being pressed against him, bent over, still too close to his ear. you talk about beauty, and kaveh asks himself if you’ve looked at yourself. “i suppose i don’t understand how geniuses work. you are one of a kind, light of kshahrewar.”

then he is suddenly so aware of your hand having trailed upwards, resting on his nape. as you move, your skin rubs absentmindedly on where the hair fades. he shivers.

he hates that title. he feels like he doesn’t deserve any praise he receives at all. yet when you say it—

“you blush a lot,” you point out. kaveh wants to dig a hole and lay there forever. “it’s cute. your expressiveness is charming.”

“don’t—just say that.” his face is so, so red.

al-haitham finds him alone at the same table that night, unable to focus on anything but his racing thoughts. something is wrong with him, he’s sure. he’ll have to pay tighnari a visit and retrace if he’d picked the wrong mushroom.

al-haitham—and kaveh doesn’t know how he’s managed to figure it out so easily—makes a face that would be the closest thing to a smile. “i like y/n,” al-haitham says, out of the blue.

“what,” kaveh says flatly, coiled up like a cat prepared to pounce.

“smart enough to pull you back down and smart enough to make you listen.”

“it’s—” kaveh wants to say it’s not like that, but he goes silent thinking about it. “fuck off. you wouldn’t get it.”

al-haitham tilts his head to the side. “you’re the one not ‘getting it’.”

thankfully, al-haitham leaves him be. they are still on awkward terms, after all.

“oh,” kaveh says intelligently one morning. oh, no.

tighnari’s ear twitches. “the star of the show is here, finally.”

“everyone,” kaveh starts solemnly as the door slams shut behind him. the wind blows, and kaveh’s hair flutters, looking like he came straight out of those films.

“how has dealing with your recent client been looking?” tighnari asks with a smile. cyno and al-haitham nod because they probably didn’t think of even asking that. it’s why tighnari is kaveh’s favorite.

but he is not here to talk about that.

kaveh slams his briefcase on the table, rattling their glasses. “i’m going to confess.”

al-haitham makes a face. “who are we confessing to?”

“not we, al-haitham. stay out of this,” kaveh says. al-haitham’s expression doesn’t change. “i’m going to confess, and it’s going to be so romantic. no one can say no.”

“i would say no.”

kaveh glares, snatching his glass. “al-haitham, just be quiet. the adults are talking. this isn’t about you.”

“you invited us out here,” al-haitham points out.

cyno tilts his head. “to y/n, right?”

“about time,” tighnari sighs.

“yes, to y/n. and what do you mean about—” kaveh huffs, getting red in the face, flustered. “hey, aren’t you guys going to stop me? tell me this is a bad idea and that i’m going to ruin this meaningful friendship i have with y/n?”

“everyone wants you to confess already,” al-haitham says, as if kaveh is stupid for not realizing that. maybe he is.

cyno hums thoughtfully. “if i stop you, i think y/n will murder me with bare hands.”

“oh,” kaveh says, pleased. whatever that means. “alright, then, thank you.” he downs the glass of water—it was al-haitham’s, most likely, judging by the incensed expression on his face—and grabs his briefcase again.

“where are you going— kaveh, hey, where do you think you’re—” tighnari smacks his hand on the table, yelling after kaveh, who’s already by the door.

kaveh’s confession is messy, quick, and probably not as romantic as he had hoped, stumbling over his words and feeling as brave as an infatuated schoolgirl.

“pinning me against the shelf like this is quite the move, kaveh,” you say, and kaveh snaps back to reality. “why are we hiding?”

“sorry,” he splutters, backing off a bit but not enough to have you far from touching him. “i don’t want—someone could see us.”

“now, why are you afraid of that?” you grin, sly enough to make kaveh comprehend that you know exactly what he’s called you over here for. you do the—the thing again, where you trace shapes on his nape, and he shivers helplessly.

“i like you too much,” kaveh says, his face too red to be passed off as sunburnt.

suddenly, all the confidence he thought he had when he left the tavern dissipated. “you know what i mean. can you—no, will you… ugh, i’m not doing it right—”

you meet his gaze, and you don’t look away, the long silence starting to grow distressing for kaveh.

“kaveh,” you say softly, and that’s when kaveh’s expression crumbles. it could be because of how you said it, carving his name with your mouth so tenderly, but really, it’s because he feels like you wouldn’t look at him the same way ever again.

“yes.”

…wait.

you cup his cheek, pulling him closer to you by his hips. “yes, yes.”

“wait,” kaveh says, “really?”

you bristle, tilting your head down. are you embarrassed? kaveh feels a thrill run down his spine. “yes. about time—we finally did something about the unbearable tension between us. so, if you’re willing to have me…”

“yes, yes,” kaveh says, to all of that. “god, yes.”

embarrassed, you bury your face on his shoulder. kaveh can’t hide how fast his heart is beating when you’re directly on top of it. when you’re in it. “but listen, kaveh, i don’t know if i can stay here in sumeru forever. and i know it will be hard. so if you aren’t—”

kaveh is too happy to think too hard about that.

“no,” kaveh says, “no, i still want to try. please, let’s try.”

“okay,” you breathe, smiling brightly. “kiss me already, will you?”

kaveh prays and prays and thanks their archon that this isn’t fleeting. don’t let it be, not when he has you, and he has already found out your lips meld perfectly with his.

lord sangemah bay commissions him.

in the first few minutes after dori told him that she could care less about what he wanted to do with the place, kaveh didn’t know what to do with himself. he wanted to do everything, but when all of it comes rushing at once, he’s frozen in place instead.

he takes a step in the direction of the house of daena, then another, and another, until he’s sprinting and his heart is racing enough to have a smile crack across his face.

he spends the night in there. he feels crazy; other students can sense madness in his eyes. they all leave him be, as if they know that once they ask, kaveh will never stop talking.

kaveh feels his wrist sore, but he can’t stop. he wouldn’t be able to if he even tried, not when he thinks of a sinking leaf for a roof, windows shaped like petals, and your words—

kaveh pauses, glancing at the clock that has definitely been spinning faster than he remembered.

it’s sunrise. he gets back to work.

“you’re grinning ear-to-ear,” you say, poking kaveh’s cheek. “you’re not telling me something.”

kaveh isn’t. but only on purpose. he takes your hand and uses it to kiss the back of your palm as he blinks up at you, the embodiment of innocence. “what are you talking about? i told you about it. dori commissioned me, and she said that i’ll be in charge of the approval of the design and the construction process…”

while kaveh explains all this, gesturing wildly with his hands, he trails off when realizing you had just been staring at him fondly. his heart skips a beat or two.

“why—why are you just staring like that?”

“it’s hard not to.”

he kisses you square on the mouth, the blueprint of the palace of alcazarzaray hidden beneath his palms, and he thinks he’s never been happier.

(and under the same stars, the withering slithers in, and everything crashes down faster than kaveh could even say please, no.)

a/n art if you’re reading this i didn’t tell you but this is actually a second chance fic cus i remember you saying it’s one of your favorite tropes 🤧 but anyway ty for reading!

#606:GENSHIN #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you

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reagi-df · 4 months ago

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I am very much obsessed with your Runt AU; I desperately need to know more about your ideas for this unique idea.

The updated designs on the turtles look incredible but of course; Leon is best boy. All of this praise aside; I do have a few questions:

1. When does Runt move in with the turtles?

2. What is Runt's and Splinter's relationship like? Is it antagonistic at first or is it full of comfort?

3. Has Runt ever tried pizza? If so what is his reaction to it?

4. Will the disaster twins be even more chaotic then usual with their relationship?

5. And finally, what is Runt's reaction and thoughts to his first turtle pile?

I've become so infested with the brain rot!! I adore you so much and I eagerly await the next crumb of knowledge from this amazing AU! <3

Hahaha thanks! im glad hes rotting your mind like he is mine. I was gonna do a drawing for this but never managed to get to it

Im glad you like the redesigns, I had been putting it off for so long. Mostly because I didn't want to draw Raph and I was talked out of killing him so I didn't have to draw him.

1 - Runt moves in with the turtles after the bug busters episodes, not so much by his own choice. He had suffered from a bad migraine but powered on only to get hurt by Draxum and then thrown off a roof. So he wasn't having the best of time. The boys took him back to the lair and Runt did try and escape but it ended with him running into a wall. So he stayed until for maybe 2 days? or well until he thought, it was reasonable time to go, and ran back to the Hidden City. After that he kept coming back to to the mission.

2 - Runt and splinters relationship... it's not really antagonistic so to speak. Runt defiantly isn't friendly with splinter at first. Runts more focused on his mission (the brothers) to really pay him much mind. So for the most part Runt will ignore him. It’s not really until splinter tires to make an effort and open up about his own migraines to runt that things slowly change. Splinter teaches him how to make tea and they have late night tea when they both can’t sleep

Very slow progress though, there’s things later on that strains the relationship slightly.

3 - since he grew up sheltered up until his first mission, he hasn’t really had a chance to eat a lot of different types of food. However it wasn’t until he was living in the lair full time, is when he started to experiment with foods but that was mostly Mikes doing. His first tasting was overwhelming for him and had refused to eat the rest. But it wasn’t until later where he started to crave it. And he would secretly go to the fridge at night until mikey saw him try and. Much to ruby’s horror. strawberries are his favourite though. Not allowed a lot of sugar after last time.

4. - The lair games really set into motion the rivalry and competitiveness between them. Runt love challenges, he’s competitive by nature but all from his training. He finds joy in tormenting Donnie. Sadly I haven’t got much yet for them but don’t worry they will have the disaster twin title.

5 - Runt grows to love turtle piles. They’re warm and cosy where he can burrow into them. I haven’t thought of when his first one would happen but I know he’d probably flinch away. Unsure as to what’s going on. Once he does hell still be a bit stiff and be on edge. He’s act like nothings wrong but will slip the first he gets. It’s his mission to get close to the brothers so he’ll do this that make him uncomfortable if it means he’ll get in their good books.

Ahhh thank you! I’m glad you like this crazy ideas xD ❤️ ❤️❤️ I do have somethings pint you can have these sraftsfs

Ahh thank you! I’m hoping to get more out cos I love this gremlin❤️. But it’s been slow, been hating everything I’ve been doing. But have some sketches

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt leo #rise leo #runt au #reagi art #rottmnt fanart #fanart #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #save rottmnt #rottmnt separated au #separated leo au #asks and replies #artist on tumblr

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idv-sunsxin3 · 1 year ago

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// How Horropedia & Philocalist(my OC) first met

Note// Canon x OC. In my main blog, I did say I was gonna write it here lol

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Mm... Another morning, another tomorrow.

The ravenette with the black face mask who just happened to wake up from her idling mode is Philocalist.... Why Philocalist?

As a way to keep her personal name a secret, Vertin named her, after the flower entity's creator dropped off the ravenette when she was still in the state of a flower pot.

Vertin asked Philocalist to escort her and Sonetto to the St. Pavlov Foundation so she gladly served them under her protection.

That's why she is here in this world... to serve Vertin by her creator's orders.

Her creator and Vertin happen to be closed friends despite being "business partners", Philocalist witnessed their conversation herself about how they both grab each other's hands tenderly as a way to say goodbye... her creator planting a gentle kiss on Philocalist's petal before departing through a portal.

Even once arriving at the location and having to wait for the pair to finish what they need to do, the flower one finds herself in the middle of an artist's block, her digital drawing pad resting on her lap with a bright screen on as she is sitting on the stairs of the St. Pavlov Foundation's heaquarters..-

Why does this always happen to people? What did the artist block even do to her? She even planned to write something awhile ago, but writer's block got to her soon after writing only 3 paragraphs of a mystery genre story she came up-

'The only way to wiggle it out is look around... and find an object of focus.' She mentally notes as she sighs, before looking at the design the ceiling and then studying the structure of the hallways.

Ahh.... She cannot help but admit how well designed the floors and the walls look in the establishment. She can only connect the design with only one certain monochromic building that she have saw once in Manhattan...

Having to try and study some digital architecture sketch, she observes the shape and value of the walls, pillars, and the floors lighting before trying to capture them all in one screen with her pen.

In the process, Philocalist wonders if she should sketch the small cameos of Vertin and Sonetto...- wondering if that would make their day.

She then looks up to where Vertin is, her temporary guardian, who seems to be discussing with Sonetto matters about some kind of a letter from a stranger that was found today...she sadly cannot help them as she is not even a local to be familiarized with the maps. Just it’s history.

She then stares off for a bit on where the 2 ladies are who seem to happen to bump into a brunette man with a pretty tall stature- His posture seems to resemble a shrimp.

He is also wearing glasses- wait... those glasses seem familiar. As if she has seen it from one of those movies she watched.

Was it the "X-Ray Monkeyman"???

Philocalist would probably be wrong- but if she has the permission to talk to other arcanists in this organization, maybe she will go and ask the man.

But... oh... dear.

He looks... interesting. A perfect subject to study on that seems too good to be real.

He seems eccentric. His crooked glasses and demeanor. The way he moves his hands as he speaks and moving his mouth to form words- despite that she can only catch like 80% of what he says, being a bit far from the group...

It seems she got saved entirely for now.

Slowly, the digital artist finds herself completing the blank space of the background with the silhouette of her 2 friends, along with the figure of the mysterious man with glasses. Philocalist later happen to learn that he is also known as... "Horropedia", despite that she also got the suspicion that he has a name he doesn't want to be addressed by Vertin for some reason-

Oh, Ms. Tooth Fairy joined in the conversation as well. Interesting.

Philocalist erases a certain space of the background of her drawing before quickly replacing the blank with a cameo of the dentist

But well... The artist will have to go and ask Madam Z about the strange man that Tooth Fairy seems to know him as well- ... Madam Z is the nice lady with glasses who gives her stashes of candies whenever she visits her. Despite that the plant arcanist is in her early 20s, the physicist keeps taking her as a "sweet child of a flower"...

Meanwhile, Horropedia has just finished telling a certain updated story about a Campsite... before sensing someone staring from afar. He glances through Vertin's back to see a lady sitting on the stairs, looking so calm as she switches between glancing at the group and going back to her drawing pad to capture their features...

"Who is that?" Horropedia says as he notices the unfamiliar technological device the stranger is using, "I almost thought I have seen a ghost- but is just a doll.."

"Mm?," Vertin hums before following his gaze to where Philocalist is, "Oh, she is not a doll.. I have her under my wing and kept her as my security escort."

"She is reliable when it comes to security," Sonetto agrees with the Timekeeper's statement.

"...What's her name?" Horropedia hasn't stopped looking at the artist with an unreadable look.

"We call her Philocalist," Vertin simply answers... crossing her arms as she studies Horropedia's strange reaction.

Just after hearing that, Horropedia automatically seems to start walking towards the oblivious ravenette- raising confusion to the other 3 ladies.

"...I can already sense their first embrace." Tooth Fairy calmly says with a smile.

"R-Really?," Sonetto asks in confusion, worried that Horropedia might scare Philocalist away instead.

"Is alright, Sonetto... our girl is strong, and horror-proof." Vertin rassures calmly as she still glances at the pair along.

While Philocalist was having a train of thoughts, she couldn't get the chance to process from hearing footsteps approaching her.

Just as a shadow looms over her, that's when starts to look up while pausing from coloring the certain silhouette of a brunette...

Which happens to have caught her staring.

'Oh... oopsie.' Philocalist mentally panics once making eye-contact with Horropedia by accident before looking everywhere that is not his face, out of habit.

"Is that a drawing of me?" The horror fanatic asks as he merely gives the other a dork grin. "It's weird to stare at people, you know."

From her point of view, he looks intimidating through this angle due to his height--- while she looks like a tiny creature beneath him.

Nonetheless, despite Philocalist feeling this sense to hide away slowly; she manages to stay calm as usual.

"Yes... sorry." She responds, apologizing as she realizes she is drawing a cameo of a stranger- "I wanted to capture the scenery.... the lighting seems perfect. I.. Didn't have the heart to remove you, Ms. Vertin, and Ms. Sonetto from the frame..."

In the digital drawing, it seems like his face is covered with a thick cross line. As if meaning to hide his facial identity respectfully. It strange to see that the figures' face that were passing by in the drawing were also crossed(Philocalist happen to have a picture memory by only one glance if she manages to catch them walking by). Except Vertin and Sonetto, who happen to be the only ones Philocalist knows they are okay with her drawing their faces.

Even after answering him and trying to resume on her drawing, the beautiful stranger just happen to give himself freedom to sit next to the digital artist. He continues to look at what's on her drawing pad. She may not be facing him directly, but she can sense that his eyes are also burning her skull with curiousity-- what a familiar yet overwhelming feeling...;;;

Only a few seconds have passed, but Horropedia decides to chirp once again.

"You even draw the background and added lighting to it! I never expect someone to be this talented- also why is my face crossed out in the drawing like the others except Tooth Fairy, Vertin and Sonetto???" Horropedia blabs as he studies closely at the pad that is now zoom out. Not taking much in mind by the fact Philocalist seems to have her left hand trembling as she uses it to hold the apple pen.

"... Ms. Vertin, Ms. Tooth Fairy, and Ms. Sonetto gave me consent to draw their faces, I don't like giving out strangers' facial identities... Drawing people is like taking photos of them." She politely answers, her voice passive, soft, and quiet. Yet, her face didn't show anxiety, unless the mask is hiding it.

"I don't know anyone here besides the two ladies you talked- and señorita Tooth Fairy. I hope I haven't trespass your privacy." She apologizes once again.

"Oh... No no no! I'm actually alright. I truly understand, I honestly find it fascinating the way you draw people, as if the drawing tells how you see peers and strangers. You even managed to picture them clearly! I think I even recognize some of them just by the clothing and hair...-" Horropedia assures surprisingly before muttering the last part. He then hands out his hand for a handshake. As if meaning to start a proper introduction.

"Actually, I don't mind you drawing my face... I'm Horropedia! You must be "Philocalist", pretty cool name."

"...?" Philocalist blinks before stopping to take a glance at the gloved hand. Before accepting the handshake with her unoccupied hand, "Oh, pleasure to meet you... señor Horropedia."

"Horropedia. " He repeats.

"Señor Horropedia." Philocalist repeats too.

"It's Horropedia....

Just call me that, and I'll be there."

He jokingly replies. Causing Philocalist to suddenly spill a giggle.

"Alright... Horropedia." She obliges with a sweet twinkle in her eyes. Strangely warming Horropedia, he can't help but mirror her eyes too for a bit.

"That’s the spirit." He chirps.

Horropedia's face then quickly morphs into one of realization.

"Oh! If you ever ask how I know your name, is because the "great" Vertin told me,” Horropedia suddenly points out before gesturing at the said grey-haired woman from the background, who seems to be still talking with Sonetto but also watching the pair from the corner of her eyes like a blank eagle. “I was about to ask you if you want to join us.”

Is this... Guardian instincts? Well, thank you Ms. Vertin- Now this guy's knows her and she doesn't know what else to do. (Especially the fact that she barely interacts with guys before since her arrival-).

"Oh, I see now..." The girl with the face mask nods, "I... I guess I have to somehow restore your facial expressions-"

Philocalist was about to finish her sentence until she stops to catch the female pair from her corner of her eyes. Who seem be now approaching them woth a familar woman, Tooth Fairy. This seems to cue that they'realready done with collecting what they need to know.

"-Well, In a different time, of course... and yes, I don’t mind." Philocalist now lowky finishes her phrases as a hint of change. Before waving at the girls once she fully faces then, "Hello... anything new?"

"We took time hearing Mr. Horropedia's story about a campsite called Green Lake... which is suspected to be haunted." Vertin explains, "Ms. Tooth Fairy explained otherwise that it's hard to wipe out the young campers easily, because it was also used as a military site for the Youth Force."

"Oh, so señorita Tooth Fairy came back from the trip?" Philocalist walks in to hug her dear senior, Tooth Fairy, as a way to say welcome back.

In response, Tooth Fairy laughs softly before returning the lovely hug like how a mother embraces a little one. Unknowingly, Horropedia feels a light feeling on his stomach by the sight of the twinkling eyes Philocalist is giving to the woman she is holding.

"I’ve rerouted for a new destination

.. My companion suggested to come back to the Foundation first, so I came back earlier." Tooth Fairy explains to the young girl. Before looking at the others.

"Anything wrong with the original destitation?" Vertin asks.

"It's fine, and safe... However, knowing from the myths and danger in the new route, I learn that there once lived many adolescents, Tooth Fairy replies, "With any luck, I will embrace a harvest of baby teeth."

"...That’s wonderful." Philocalist vaguely seems to be smiling at the said woman with braces gratefully,

"No way... The place you are hearing is-" Vertin starts.

"Yes. The Green Lake Campsite." Tooth Fairy nods.

"But... wasn't it a story? A story made up by Mr. Horropedia?"

"He just made up a part of it... Such as the blody hand underneath the bed and the midnight screaming..." Philocalist points out, who seems to be familiarized with the history as well but feeling sorry as sge notices Sonetto's same scared look she has as the one minutes ago, "The rest is exactly the same as i know... unfortunately."

"But... if it was a training base... It's almost impossible for the Youth Force to be.." Sonetto trembly says.

"It proves that the Green Lake Campsite is out of this world... a place worth visiting, Tooth Fairy calmly says.

"You're 3 minutes and 15 seconds late, Miss Tooth Fairy." Horropedia says, "No worries, I didn't waste my time waiting."

'So señor Horropedia is señorita Tooth Fair's said partner,' Philocalist points out internally.

"We need more people to join us. Angie and Dolf have turned me down, but Vertin and Sonetto haven't walled away yet. I'm trying to win them over- I think I'm almost there. They already seem attracted to the Green Lake campsite, so we are starting off soon!-" Horropedia excitedly takes out his gun with a hopeful smile before looking back at Philocalist, "Oh, and I was about to ask if you want to join us too! The more the merrier."

"Oh..? Ah..." Philocalist wears a tiny skeptical look, looking at Vertin and Sonetto if they even said yes to the invitation. "If Vertin and Sonetto is up for it 100%, of course."

"Attracted?! Pardon me, Jo- ... Mr. Horropedia. We did not plan to go there, and we certainly do not feel any strong attraction to that place!"

Sonetto protests as she trembly comes to hold Philocalist's hand and squeezing it as means of comfort. Who innocently just squeeze her hand back in return after separating from Tooth Fairy.

"Oh? Really? But Vertin and Philocalist seem to be very attracted. Or am I mistaken about the look on their faces?" Horropedia replies as he focuses his gaze on Philocalist after noticing the hand holding for a millisecond.

"Timekeeper..? Philocalist..?" Sonetto quietly asks as she looks back at the 2 ladies. Vertin having a blank look as usual. Philocalist merely playing with Sonetto's fingers wanderlessly in her unoccupied hand, drawing pad clenched firmly in the other.

"I am kind of attracted, indeed." The English lady agrees.

"If Vertin agrees, I'm happy..." Philocalist strangely replies, "The location seems interesting enough for a journal entry... It might give me some inspiration. "

'I once tried to explore a campsite from the Soviet Union era- hope that's not weird.' Philocalist internally thinks.

"See that? I am right." Horropedia says with a victorious grin. Now having his turn to throw big pats on Philocalist's shoulder, who squeaks quietly by it. Yet not flinching away either.

The brunette with glasses seems more happy now...

...Philocalist feels funny.

"I'm glad to see you in an adventuous spirit, Ms Vertin, Philocalist. " Tooth Fairy says with a smile through her braces.

It is decided, then.

"Great! Take your suitcase, pack your clothes, don't forget to bring two novels to kill time." Horropedia advice as he readies his equipment.

Philocalist can only stand there as she takes another glance at her drawing pad.. it's the only thing thay she has with her.

"Now, let's take the hands of our three new partners. Journey on!" The horror fanatic cheers.

Before Horropedia gets to hold hands with Philocalist, Vertin throws a quick glance with her who immediately got the message. Quickly turning herself into a camellia flowerpot that is just standing on the floor. Not sparing the time to notice Horropedia's intentions.

"Philo- huh?" Horropedia turns to look midway. The flower pot as his hand was stretched out midway.

"We tend to bring her along this way to occupy less space." Sonetto replies as she smiles warmly at how adorable Philocalist can be in her flower pot form, now holding her carefully in her hands.

"Ah.. Fascinating." The guy in glasses mutters as he studies the flower that is in the ginger's hold. Starting to grown even more fascinated by the "mysterious" Philocalist.

"Hey? I'm not sure if you can actually hear me in this state but- don't forget to finish drawing my face as we get there." Horropedia pushes teasingly at supposedly Philocalist, before hearing the ring emitted by the plant. As if it's saying "I will..."

'Mm... She is not a doll... but a beautiful flower meant to behold.'

Horropedia thinks without a second thought, wearing a goofy smile at the plant as Sonetto and Vertin are looking weird at him.

This might be the start of these two's fascination towards one another... it can even be deeper than that.

#reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #horropedia #r1999 #// oc content

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fff777 · 5 months ago

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reaction to dreamy in chile

i think the entire video is them at dinner so a bit different from the dream sketch videos

boo i think this is one of those restaurants with digital menus

chenle got his makeup and hair done for the dinner? or was it just that he didn't remove it.

mark: jaemin looks like a college student jaemin: what kind? jisung: engineering i think he just looks like a general studious type :P

ooh banana chips on the table

mark: what did you do in your room, jeno? jeno: what do you think? jeno: nothing classic homebody, i feel you jeno. just being inside is the comfort.

jaemin said the water tasted good (?)

mark accusing jisung of not trying all the dipping sauces and then launching into their nonsensical conversation about whether you can dip into a sauce and make it look like it hasn't been dipped into. as jisung comes into himself...he really is becoming the same person as mark XD they're literally the only two people who care about this trivial thing.

haechan starting frying pan game

chenle revealing that he's going to do some douyin challenges. which is why he had his hair and makeup done.

haechan wanted to play soccer but no one would play with him so he played basketball with chenle instead. i thought jisung liked soccer but i think he has varied interests and would want to go sightseeing :P

jisung revealing to mark that wine glasses are shaped the way they are because they handle temperature differently and mark was like "ohhhh. so what" and jisung laughed. marksung are so endearing for real. they get so into their own serious and silly conversations. anyway apparently the long stem is for us to hold so that our body temperature doesn't warm the wine and change its taste.

jaemin taking pics of the members as always

chenle and mark asking about jisung's new camera. looks like he did join the nct photography club :P i know jaemin and kun also have tons of photography equipment. i wonder who else does.

haechan voluntold mark to give a leader speech to the whole room ToT it's not just them, i'm pretty sure their staff are sitting at the other tables.

throwing him under the BUS

jisung is still experimenting and figuring out the settings on his camera. so something popped up while mark was using it but jisung didn't know what it meant. and then they passed the camera to expert photographer jaemin who flipped open a panel and jisung was like omg i didn't even know that opened.

ongoing saga of jaemin never bringing the camera to jeno

jaemin protecting his drink from thieves and meanwhile jeno just leans over for a sip. at the same time, chenle is literally stomping his feet and whining like a baby until jaemin relents which he does.

mark petting the baby

jaemin was asking why jisung was testing the camera now and not when he was on his own. chenle was theorizing that jisung gave up when he couldn't figure it out on his own and jisung was like :o how did you know. they know each other very well, that's why ;3

jisung and chenle bickering about how long it will take before jisung abandons his camera 😅 according to chenle, he too had bought a camera before and took interest in it for a short time before abandoning it.

the server told mark that his daughter love their music :3

jaemin: oppa, oppa mark, in englishs: am EYE the oppa?!

when you can't eat yet because your friends are still taking photos

the way jaemin goes ahh~

jaemin remarking on all of the food

lol the restaurant gave them chopsticks

chenle disappeared for a bit to film some videos

crayon shin-chan makes an appearance again

they discovered that what they call king crab in korean is actually kingler in english.

are they referencing like the pokemon??

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream

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femmmie · 1 year ago

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What comes next

Anthony and Ian get it on, @lilac-hecox gave me this idea. But ofc I had to make it angsty. Sorry!

Anthony was horny. He was always horny around Ian. Even at his least horny, he was at least a little horny when they were together. But right now, his dong pressed against his pants uncomfortably. Luckily, he was having a great time.

Ian and Anthony were writing. The new sketch was really coming along. Looking at Ian, it seemed to Anthony like he was radiating, glowing with creativity. It was incredible to witness. And as much as it pained him, he had to tone down the more edgy - and therefore funnier - jokes. He would love to see what a truly unchained, unhinged sketch by Ian would look like.

"And then Courtney will say, ohh but I just drank all this delicious mommy milk, I'm not sure if I can handle more." Ian made a duck face and put his index finger on his lower lip, turned around and stuck his ass out at Anthony.

Anthony fidgeted in his office chair. They were at his house, his home office. His damn dick wouldn't chill out and his best friend looked more delicious every day. Of course, in the old days, there had been the many instances Ian had made innuendos and Anthony had called his bluff. Most of the time, Ian would retreat, but when they would be particularly high, he would go further, and further, and before they knew it they would be naked in Anthony's bed. They were regrettably sober today.

"Ian, I would scream laugh if I saw this, but I wouldn't be able to because YouTube would have blocked the video and deleted our channel."

"I know, I just wanted to see your reaction. That look on your face, like you have right now, it's priceless." Ian grinned.

"Oh, shut up. I tell you, you have a nice butt and you work it into every single joke today," Anthony looked at Ian's body, so curvy and inviting...

"If you got it, flaunt it!" Ian retorted and did a goofy fucking dance, making Anthony super annoyed and turned on.

"Ugh, lunch break."

"Alright... but you're into it!"

They sat down at the kitchen table, having what could only be described as a very LA lunch. Gluten-free, vegan bagels with avocado spread. Anthony was still fidgeting, changing the way he sat constantly. Ian looked at him while chewing on his bagel.

"Ohkay, cut it out. What's the matter, my guy?"

"Well, Ian," Anthony began. Dare he admit the truth? Anthony shut his eyes for a brief moment and remembered what he'd learned in therapy.

"Well... Ever since we've gotten back together, I... have noticed how good you look.. and how I would absolutely destroy that bussy." In his last sentence, he used just a little bit of comedy in his intonation, but he meant it absolutely serious.

"Dude, I've seen you looking," Ian responded, a small smile on his face while chewing food and talking at the same time.

"You want it, don't you?"

Ian swallowed his bite and stood up, turned around, and twerked.

"In front of MY salad?!" Anthony protested, pleased with himself. Ian kept twerking, and Anthony just grabbed his butt, held it tightly, and said: "That's quite enough, mister Hecox." He squeezed and almost nutted in his pants.

"Do you want me to put a baby in you?"

"Ew no?"

"I mean my semen, dumbass"

"Ohhh, in that case, yeah."

Anthony gave Ian's ass-cheeks a slap and pulled down his pants.

"Why do you think I keep showing you my ass? I want you to fuck me already! We haven't done it since we've reconciled, it's been too long, damnit."

"You're so willing, aren't you?"

They walked towards Anthony's bedroom but landed on the couch.

"Fuck, have you grown since then? A.. argh yes, oh please be gentle.."

"It has been too damn long. Argh, I need this so badly!"

Anthony saw Ian's hole, his thick ass, though maybe not as thick as before, and he couldn't help but go in full speed.

"Ahh, OH! Anthony..."

"I will, I will."

Anthony slowed down. "You're doing great. Please just breathe in and out, okay? I'm going in fully now."

"Ian I'm gonna come already, you turn me on so much, more than anyone... IAN!!"

Sweat dripped along Anthony's temples, down his chin, on top of Ian's beautiful back.

"Thank you..."

He slid out of Ian, and they walked to the shower to clean up.

"Hey, what's up?"

Anthony was looking down, lip quivering.

"I.. I'm just so frustrated. Why is the best sex in the world, with YOU, not a fertile kind of sex? Why can't we have kids together..."

Ian took Anthony's face in his hand and looked into his caramel eyes.

"Hey, I understand that feeling. But truly, even if I could have children, I wouldn't."

"Why not? Wouldn't our kids be so cute?"

"That they would, you're right. Come here."

They embraced, and Anthony let his tears stream freely, for they were being washed away by the shower. This feeling was very important to acknowledge, he thought, for it showed him what he wanted in life. He wanted a family. And he wanted Ian to be part of it. How that would look like, he didn't know yet, but he would figure it out, as he always did.

Ian was already back on his bullshit, flaunting his ass while drying off.

"I hope you're ready for another round!" Anthony teased

#ianthony #kinktober 2023

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lavender-silk-sheets · 2 years ago

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Oh oh OH! I have been obsessed over my silly little guys and I need to get them OUT of my freaking System!!!!! Waaaaaaa!!!!

Okay okay so I'm making a little story and it's all about loss and war and change and the want to go back to some sort of "Normality". Like, how you can make your own normal, even through the chaos. Make a new better normal as long as you try and put the work into it..!

Oh it's so personal to me and it's been such a good outlet for my brain and AHH!! All of those good things and now I just want to show off the too many works of art I've made

Okay okay okay so first I need to go RAHHH about my main gay- I mean guy. (I should probably say now that none of the characters have names yet!! I want to wait a bit so I can give them names with meanings even though there's a chance I miiight not haha!) ANYWAY my deer boy oh how I love him so and his silly little egg shaped head I mean just!! Look at him!!! Ahh!!!

As you'll see soon all the other characters have alt outfits!!! He will soon too but I'm still working on them!!!!! I just finished his drawing for me to add outfits too not that long ago :]

He's got tons of baggage and trauma up his sleeve it's almost funny. Dead dad, dead mom, and he's searching for his lost sister who ends up dead anyway? Poor boy. But it's okay because all of that was caused by a war his soon to be boyfriends dad started wahaha!!

And here's a quick glance at his sister for a moment.. her design is very much subject to change! I think I might change her outfit a bit and tweak a few facial features :]

And now onto her little found family replacement basically! This goober of a computer head is new to emotions and the world. She's just trying to get by while making her own clashing outfits :D

She's still in a bunch of development (as is much of the rest of this world and story!) And at first I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep her! I'm still not sure.. a little worried she'll be in the way. But I imagine her as a sort of comedic relief character.. one that's silly but helps in the story in her own weird way!

Enough about her though.. We MUST talk about the Prince! Another gay who also has trauma! A dead mom, and unfortunately an alive dad who is NOT very supportive or kind in any sense of the word.

His mother was part of the royal DragonKin line (better name still in progress). A family history that arose from two ancient God like creatures, a Dragon and a Demoness, who gave birth to a child adorned with the twos features. As a gift to their kid, they made a whole new race based on his image. EXCEPT none shared his purple hue, for he was the only one allowed to adorn the color. As did his kin and their after. The more purple you are, the higher class you are basically.

MY that was alot and not even on the Prince theirself! He's very talented and well trained in many ways due to his father being a prick. He fights, plays piano, reads all sorts of books for his studies. A very jack of all trades character. Knows alot about what's going on, about war strategies, about why there's a war in the first place. He's a great foil for our main deer boy protagonist who knows NONE of that stuff.

And for a good little end point here's concept sketches for the Princes dad.. Though not true royalty, he's higher class since he was born into a noble knight family. One with high enough statis that once he became head of the gaurd, he was given the opportunity to marry the princess at the time :]

#wow this post was long !!#i dont think i said it outright but it could probably be assumed.. The deer and the Prince end up boyfriends!#also deer boy is trans #prince's favorite color is yellow because of deer boys eyes #the prince will have a staff he fights with at one point im working on it lol #they are all my sillys i love them #even though i give them trauma..#it builds character !!#NormalityStory

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wisedawn13 · 1 year ago

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#xiantober Day 13: Inventorxian

Wei Wuxian was lying on the bed, feet up in the air and his head dangling over the edge as he read when Lan Wangji walked into the Jingshi.

"Wei Ying," he said.

Wei Wuxian met his husband's eyes and smiled at him upside down. "Hi, Lan Zhan!"

"There is something I need to talk to you about," Lan Wangji said. "Come sit."

Wei Wuxian got up and walked across the room to sit by Lan Wangji. "What's up?"

"A conference is being held in Yunmeng soon and I am to go as representative for Gusu Lan."

He blinked. "Oh."

"You are welcome to join," he said carefully.

"Nah," Wei Wuxian replied. "It's... It's probably best if I don't go just yet, you know? Give everyone some time..."

And by 'everyone' he meant Jiang Cheng.

"Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian smiled wide. "It's fine, Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji frowned. "It is not, but if that is what you wish then I will accept it."

His husband was truly the best. "That is what I wish."

"Very well. I will miss you dearly," Lan Wangji stated.

Wei Wuxian melted a little. "Ahh~ I'll miss you too, baobei. So much."

They kissed for a while before Wei Wuxian pulled back and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Next month. I will be gone for a week."

Wei Wuxian sighed, leaning all his weight on his husband. "I'll miss talking to you so much, I'll miss seeing you, I'll miss your body..."

"Mn. I will miss all of that as well, Wei Ying. You are welcome to come if you change your mind."

Wei Wuxian smiled at that but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I know. I just wish there was a way we could talk while you're away..." Something clicked in his mind. "Hang on..."

He quickly got up from Lan Wangji's lap to grab some ink, paper, a brush, and blank talismans before he sat back down on his lap and got to work. He sketched out plan after plan, trying to figure out how to make it work until he landed on something.

He held up the paper.

"What is it?" Lan Wangji asked.

"Well, if it works properly, it should allow a talisman to turn into something for instant communication."

Lan Wangji hummed in interest and Wei Wuxian quickly worked to write the design onto two blank talismans.

He activated one and tried talking but the second talisman did nothing. He groaned and flopped forward onto the table.

Lan Wangji gently petted his back. "Would it work if you make one for talking and one for listening?"

Wei Wuxian lifted his head to look at the failed design.

"Maybe," he said.

He made quick work of redesigning the talismans and tested it out again. This time, it worked. He could hear what he was saying from the receiving talisman. He pumped his fists in the air. "It worked!"

Lan Wangji hugged him and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"My Wei Ying is so smart."

Wei Wuxian laughed, leaning into the hug. "I wonder if I can carve both into something so we don't have to awkwardly hold two talismans."

He got his hands on some scraps of wood the next day and worked on carving both designs in each one.

Once he finished he ran in search of his husband, tossing one to him before running out and activating his chunk of wood. "Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan? Can you hear me?"

He waited, bouncing on his toes.

"Mn," Lan Wangji's voice came through. "I can hear you."

Over the next couple of weeks, Wei Wuxian spent almost all his free time refining his project, testing its limitations and brainstorming possible features he could add.

At one point he got Wen Ning to go past Yunmeng with a copy so he could test the distance capacity.

It worked without a hitch. Wei Wuxian was buzzing with excitement.

Some of the juniors caught wind of his project and expressed interest in it too.

Wei Wuxian realized that it would probably be a widespread thing to want to communicate with someone not close by.

He idly brainstormed solutions with Lan Wangji until they realized a sort of numbering system could work. Each device has a number assigned to it and if you enter that number on your own device it will contact that person. He tested it out with Wen Ning and Sizhui the next day.

Everything was working so well. By the time Lan Wangji had to leave he had a pretty solid prototype to send off with his husband so they could talk every day while he was gone.

Wei Wuxian was going to miss him, but being able to hear his voice daily was amazing.

In the week Lan Wangji was gone he kept refining his project until he finally reached what he figured would be an ideal stopping point.

The numbering system worked flawlessly, he added and the ability to leave a message if they don't answer, and a system to block other numbers.

He even started working on an additional item that connects to the main block but is small enough to wrap around a person's ear. That option would be ideal for when a person wants to talk but either doesn't have a free hand or is on the move.

He was very excited about it.

He planned to use that little piece when Lan Wangji came back so they could stay in communication all day even when they were apart. They could just... Listen to each other go about their day.

Wei Wuxian smiled to himself as he thought about that, eagerly awaiting his husband.

When Lan Wangji finally returned Wei Wuxian launched into all the details about the earpiece—having kept it a surprise from their daily chats—before Lan Wangji shut him up with a deep kiss.

"That is a wonderful idea, Wei Ying. I missed you."

Wei Wuxian smiles, wrapping his arms tightly around his husband. "I missed you too," he replied.

After that, Wei Wuxian set about making finalized versions of his project for himself and Lan Wangji before moving on to make some for other people.

It became a very popular device.

He eventually opted to delegate work to other people in creating the devices, unable to keep up with the demand by himself. He was very happy with what he got to add to the world. He made it easier for people to stay in contact with each other, no matter how far apart.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji often used the earpiece as they went about their days. Wei Wuxian eventually figured out a way to have multiple numbers in communication at once so people on night hunts could stay in contact.

And yes, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were the first people to use his device to have long-distance sex.

He really is quite innovative, isn't he?

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#xiantober #wangxian #mdzs #threadfic #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #from twitter #wisedawn13 #fanfic #fanfiction

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artroidfeelings · 3 months ago

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ocs i abandoned and then remembered (i have 1000 more)

luckily nobody likes any of my posts so i probably don't have to worry about. getting kicked off the face of the internet for something so i don't really care. at first i just wanted to draw yoshino but went ahh well what if i jusr drew some other guys. well first of all

yoshino toma... ummmm... shes an actor... shes pretty warm... whats wrong with her... like theres just some stuff. like she steps all over people and nobody really cares. like she's condescending but sometimes people can't really tell and if you can tell she'll just say you're crazy. she likes ducks and stuff and i love her. this was supposed to be a quick sketch so i didn't think to go all out

minjun ahn aka mj... don't mind his hand... uhhh he's pretty humorous acts pretty confident. but if you criticize him he goes into an endless rabbit hole about how everyone hates him and he's really negative at that point and ends up bringing people down. he likes soccer and... girls... and stuff... just don't say anything to him that's remotely off course from wow youre so great and i agree.

hanzo... nakama... something... he looks really mad sometimes but he's not that bad... he has a daughter who is really cute and i did not draw her here but she is very cute. help this poor man out. he likes to sit down at a table drinking soup while reading magazines and feeling cool. he tried teaching algebra to his daughter (who is a literal 2-year-old) which didn't go well. he looks scary but if a kid waves at him he'll go 😁👋👋👋

jae park... good i remembered his name... he likes photography and making everything look good. like for slideshows he goes all out on google slides. in middle school he spammed his music teacher's email with presentations about kagamine rin. he doesn't actually need glasses he just thinks they look nice. very azatoi. he has a reallt nice smile. also he is a huge liar. like he could eat cereal for breakfast and u could ask what did u have for breakfast and he would tell you eggs or something. so you can't really trust everything he says

i really had to go back into my memory and think okay what are these people like...

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rindevlog · 5 months ago

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HALLO I FORGOT TO MAKE A DEVLOG YESTERDAY (not really, its more like I just didn't do any dev work yesterday O_o). However! I bring good news... I THINK IM HIRED!!! "I think" because the recruiter that hired me said that the manager is gonna email me stuff but I havent gotten it yet so idk if he jus pranked me saying congratulations O_O"" HOPING FOR THE BEST THO! Another good news is that I have optimized the dialogue system a very tiny bit, and have updated the inventory system so it works perfectly! It's very simple tho so I don't see it being used in other, more complicated projects. But it's a good start, that's for sure!

Yesterday, a small reason why I didn't get to do some dev work is mainly bc I'm a little sick, my throat is like covered in thick ahh phlegm that's so annoying to deal with. It wasn't that bad, like I could still function properly but idk, I just didn't feel like coding. BUT! The main reason why I didn't do anything for devving is because I drew a lot! not really a lot, I did like 3 sketches and suffered for hours about developing the lineart... I think I'm just gonna stick to winging it and adding lineart at the end... I'm drawing Bocchi from Bocchi the Rock! :3

Today, Sept. 26, 2024, I found a new tutorial to guide me for the inventory. I thought my method of just having like a boolean system like if have carrot == true, type shi was simple enough, but it just brought so many complications. Now, I'm using an array of item resources, and the same inventory is the same with everyone, so it's going to be like, if they give you this, they lose it in their inventory. Not really important but it kinda helps I think? It just makes sense, I'd say, considering I'm planning to implement a system that features that very basic thing. I made NPC resources as well, containing their name and sprite for now. I think it also contains their root dialogue?

Like I said earlier, I want to optimize the dialogue because if I keep on with it, the game might end up too big. Instead, I'm considering having chains of lines of dialogue. I'm also thinking of adding their questline in their resource file but I need to first figure out how I want the quest to flow. But, I'm not sure if I'll be able to implement those tomorrow since I'm gonna be going outside with my girl. We ARE gonna be doing some work together (she's studying) but I wanna focus on developing concept art for the game jam I'm in. It ends November 14th so I think I still have some time? I am considering making it on RPGMaker first though since they have all the code already and I just have to edit them; it's gonna be quicker there, basically.

After Knowlerdge, I'm gonna put my full attention to the concepts for the game, Prey for the Devil (TBD). Once I'm done with that, I'll start with the RPGMaker project, and then a little bit on learning more godot. Damn, this has been a huge yapping session, I'm sorry for the massive walls of text... As always, thanks for hearing me out! I hope the manager calls me soon because I obviously don't wanna stick to false hope. See you in the next one!

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akehoshimystar · 7 months ago

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Chapter 2

Haruhi: So… What was the story of Alice in Wonderland again? I only remember that Alice chased after a talking rabbit and got lost in a mysterious world.

That work has been paid homage to in many places, so I'm not sure which one is accurate.

Taiga: Now that you mention it, I don't remember much either. I kind of know the characters, though.

Haruhi: I think Sei knows this, wanna ask him?

Taiga: Nope. He seems busy right now, so I don't want to waste his time.

I'll go to the library later and borrow a book, make sure you read it too.

Haruhi: It's enough if Taiga reads it and tells me the synopsis.

Taiga: You can’t be serious…..

Ito: Actually, I brought some books with me.

Taiga: Oh... We really owe you one. Honestly, you’re a great help.

Ito: This one gives you an idea of the era and the original drawings.

This one is a colored version which can be used as a reference for the colors and atmosphere

They immediately picked up the books and flipped through the pages.

Haruhi: Ah, I see.

Taiga: My memories have come back to me.

I thought they were just skimming through it, but….. They’re taking notes and sketching, it seems they've already had a clear image of the cafe.

Taiga: This is just a guess... Was this theme Suoh-san’s idea?

Ito: Exactly.

Taiga: I thought so.

Ito: It seems like he met his acquaintance who researched children's literature when he went out. That’s when he read the story.

He got interested and asked his friend to tell him more about it…

Roka: Everyone, listen up!

Apparently, the author made that story for his friend's daughter!

Aiai, did you know?

And he did it off the cuff! I was so moved! With that said….

I'm thinking of making the next cafe’s theme "Alice in Wonderland"!

Taiga: And Kosaka-san just agreed like that...?

Ito: He sighed at first, but the Alice motif itself is highly compatible with the cafe.

After considering it comprehensively, he decided to give him an OK.

Taiga: I see what’s going on now.

Ito: By the way, regarding the members, the one who started it all, Roka-san, will be playing the Queen of Hearts

Taiga: Oh, the character that says "Off with his head!", right?

Haruhi: In Roka-san's case, it’s more likely that he’s the one getting decapitated.

Taiga: Watch your mouth, Haruhi….

Tsukimoto-san gave him a bitter look as Ichikawa-kun waved his hands horizontally around his neck.

Taiga: Although he can be a little pushy at times, he always brings everyone together.

Therefore, I think it's perfect for him.

Ito: (Come to think of it, Kosaka-san also said "Roka is perfect for this role." I wonder what he meant back then...)

Taiga: Just to be sure, can we confirm our roles as well?

Ito: Sure. Tsukimoto-san is the Hatter. And Ichikawa-kun is Alice

Haruhi: Alice... No matter how you look at it, that’s not my character at all. And I don't feel like chasing rabbits either.

Taiga: The fact that you don’t listen no matter how many times I scold you makes you a perfect fit actually.

Haruhi: What about you, Yashiro?

Taiga: Now you’re changing a subject...

Ito: I'm a card soldier.

Haruhi: A position where the queen works your butt off.

Ito: I'll try my best not to get my head chopped off.

Haruhi: Roka-san might get that first.

Taiga: Hey, don't bring it up again. Both of them are necessary for Aporia.

Ito: Thank you.

I will do my best to live up to those words, thank you for your cooperation.

Taiga: Ah, please raise your head, Yashiro-san!

Since I have been entrusted with this task, I will do everything I can. Looking forward to working with you.

Haruhi: Ahh... You’re both too eager.

Taiga: And you’re too loose.

Listen, Haruhi. Aporia events are not just about doing things by yourself

Don't mess around like you always do and cause trouble for Yashiro-san and the other members.

Haruhi: Your face scared me.

Ito: (They're literally polar opposite.)

That’s what I was thinking as I watched both of them interact.

Chapter 3

#break my case #buremai #joseimuke #Tsukimoto Taiga #Ichikawa Haruhi #Suoh Roka

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 2 years ago

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Angst ask for Hannibal! Mason verger kidnaps child!reader to get at Hannibal, how does Hannibal react in this situation?

Ahh I'm sorry anon I'm only at the beginning of S 2 of Hannibal and I can't seem to force myself to watch the rest of the episodes so I'm just gonna make this a random enemy of hannibal kidnapped his child hope you don't mind. And there wasn't really any angst in this either I'm sorry :(

I also had to end this short because I'm so tired. I accidentally typed in daughter

Minor/major spoilers up ahead (?)

NBC Hannibal with kidnapped! Child! Reader

You decided to walk home early to surprise your dad. You knew it was dangerous for you to walk alone but you never really had danger follow you so you decided to test your luck.

You were speed walking when hands suddenly grabbed you and kept a hand dag around your mouth to stop you from screaming too loud, and you smelled a slightly sweet scent which made your eyes feel heavy and eventually after struggling for a while you passed out.

You woke up with a cloth covering your eyes and mouth and tied to a uncomfortable chair and you heard an unfamiliar voice saying something but you were too anxiety filled to hear what and then hearing footsteps walking somewhere and you were scared to death, you shouldn't have walked alone! You were crying hard. Am I gonna die? Dad please save me, I don't wanna die..!

You were full on sobbing and you hoped your father would come to the rescue even if it seemed uncanny. But it wasn't too uncanny since a voice near you seemed to be talking to someone. You couldn't really make out what but you were really sure you heard the name 'Hannibal'.

Hope sparkled in you and you stopped crying but then you could make out a "if you don't get here in 20 minutes or less they will be dead." footsteps started walking near you and pressed a sharp object near your neck.

"Say hi to your father."

"Dad..?"

"Such a lovely obedient looking child, would be a shame to kill you right in front of your father.." He said the last word as if to mock you and your father of some sort. But right now you are also concerned for your life. And right now all you could do was wait. And hope he'll arrive in time.

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He was sketching and was wondering of what food he'll prepare for y/n and noticed it was time to pick up y/n. He got ready and was about to go until he got a phone call, he doesn't recognize the number. Could it be one of his clients?

"Hello?"

"Hello Hannibal."

It was a voice he definitely heard before but he can't put my finger on it. And it definitely wasn't something good.

"I have your child hostage, if you want them back meet me at ______ with in 20 minutes or less or they'll die. "

His heart dropped a little, this was all very sudden and this sounds like a very unfunny joke.

"If you want to prank call someone don't use these kind." He wanted to hang up but wanted to see what was gonna happen next.

"Say hi to your father." There was a few seconds of silence before a very familiar voice spoke.

"Dad..?" Your voice was shaky and he heard a small sniffle and now his heart dropped to his stomach.

Well shit. How did you even get into this situation? Weren't you at school?

He immediately hung up and went into his car and speeded all the way to his destination, he was nervously tapping and gripping his wheel. Hell he would've almost laughed at how unserious and scripted it sounded but now he was sweating and checking the time every 10 seconds.

He couldn't lose you, never. He lost Abigail who was a like a daughter to him and he hated how bad it felt. He didn't wanna lose you next you were absolutely more precious than anything in his world, he'll do anything to keep you safe. And his mind was running like a train at all the bad scenarios that might happen and shortly after he arrived and he didn't waste a second rushing inside.

And he found you tied to a chair and a knife against your neck.

"Finally you're here. I was starting to think you weren't coming, a close call for your child." He mumbled the last sentence but it was heard for both ears. You whimpered a bit and that only angered Hannibal even more.

You felt the coke object leave your thorat and two pairs of footsteps. And then you heard loud intense crashing and yelps and strings of curses and it lasted far too agonizing long for you to decided who was winning and who was losing and then those noises stopped. It just stopped and you were scared the body thud was your dad but you felt the ropes around your limbs loosen and the cloth on your eyes were snatched off and there stood your father who was horrifically injured and bloodied and a pool of blood under a dead body near him.

Time skip to a few hours after the incident and you are being scolded and lectured for hours and you're just zoning out wondering if all that really happened and now he arrives extra super earlier at your school and you don't complain about it. You both don't want it to happen ever again.

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the-faceless-bride · 3 years ago

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Cat-astrophe

Final

Kittens?

This one has some spicy suggestions at the end

At that moment, The boys flipped out! They were human again?! Well... Not human but Y'know.

Dwayne patted his hands all over his body feeling his shoulders, legs, and abbs, and chest.

"Oh thank God."

David looked around him, looking at his boys making sure nothing was wrong and things were how they should be; no whiskers, ears, tails, or cat eyes so all seemed to be ok so far, but still, something felt odd.

Paul and Marko were too busy rolling around in each others arms feeling too happy and relieved that everything is back to normal, even sharing a few 'I love you man' s and happy sighs

Then Marko looked up to the window that you had opened, then jumped up.

"THE SUN!" And dramatically through himself on Paul pulling him over his own body as a shield, "HEY!" Paul said offended Marko would use him as a sun shield.

"Hey, it doesn't burn..." Paul said as he realized he wasn't growling and howling in pain, then the other boys took notice,

"Yeah... it doesn't... It's a little uncomfortable and itchy but... Definitely bearable..." Dwayne pointed out, looking to the Gems that had a slight glow to them.

then Paul let out a very loud gasp, making the other three boys jump and look at him,

"WE CAN GET WITH Y/N NOW!"

Marko laughed at Paul, Dwayne playfully scoffed, and David rolled his eyes. That's his first thought of you now that he is normal? No normal hugging, cuddles, or kisses? Just sex? Well, it's Paul so... That adds up...

Next thing they all knew, Paul shot up and started heading to your room.

And they all panicked, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING?! ALL YOU KNEW WAS YOU HAD FOUR KITTENS NOT FOUR VAMPIRES!

They all rushed to try and grab Paul, but they weren't quick enough... Well, barely...

Paul tossed the door open, you were sitting there sketching with your headphones when you felt the wind of the door bursting open.

You jumped ripping off your headphones, looking towards the door to your room but... Finding nothing, "kittens?"

Nothing.

Paul was being held by the three other boys, backs pressed to the ceiling hands clamped over Pauls's mouth so he doesn't call out to you, you leave your room looking around, the boys above you praying to any god that would listen that you didn't look up.

You looked around calling out, "kitties?" Your voice was slightly higher, now you were starting to Panic, where did they go? You didn't leave a door open, did you?

You started to tear up, where did they go? Why did they leave? Were they not happy in your home?

The boys above were watching and they felt terrible, they wanted to jump down and hug you they really did but they didn't know how you would react... You seemed sad to have lost them now, but if they approached you right now you wouldn't see the boys you've gotten to know, you would see four strange men in your home.

They didn't want to scare you...

But Paul was struggling, he wanted to comfort you, to help you, to hug you...

You sat down, looking around you letting out a small sob,

"Boys?" You mumbled hoping the four kittens would just come wandering into the room.

And at that small plead, they couldn't hide from you anymore...

They jumped down, making a light sound as they did, and in the blink of an eye Paul had his arms around you,

"AHH"

You jumped, falling from the couch looking up at the strange man that seemingly just appeared from thin air.

Looking around there were more than one, four guys, their eyes looking familiar...

But before you could do anything, the snow hair boy, was in front of you, pressing a finger to your lips,

"It's us, don't be scared." He said calmly

You were confused for a moment, 'it's us?' What the hell did that mean?

But it all became clear when your eyes fell on a Gem, the same one that was on the Collar of your kittens. It didn't look damaged or anything so he hadn't stolen it from your cat or anything.

" s' you." You mumbled against his finger and he smiled at you nodding his head to confirm your suspicions, Paul and Marko come from behind you, playing with your hair and lightly stroking your jaw.

"Yup, it's us~" Marko teases, smiling at you with his doe eyes, his angelic face making you plush.

Paul kissed just under your jaw, nuzzling you

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time"

You blushed, and even more so when you saw Dwayne as he sat down and lightly booped your nose as you had done to his thousands of tunes before.

You could get used to this... Your boys... Your kittens.

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