#tower of god brainworms

[the-messenger-hawk]

Wangnan depressioncore

[mikey180]

Hai I see that you open request

So, because I really miss Tower of god

I want to request family head fem reader x bam and maybe his friend too

Platonic and fluff (wait, can platonic became fluff?because I didn't understand what fluff meant) it can be head canon and one-shot maybe both

reader is a friend of arlene and v and the other family head, she think of arlene as her younger sister. When the family head attack arlene and v, FEM reader didn't agree with this, and planning to help arlene and v . After v died, fem reader help arlene to escape. Fem reader feel anger and sad, that her friend, she made in her journey to the top of the tower became like this ( ☹️ poor fem reader, she need someone's shoulder to cry on) she is immortal like the other family head, she have many kids but not all of them from her blood, she adopted them, she just have 2 kid, its a twin boy and girl. When bam and his team want to fight family heads, they need our help. One of his friend(fem reader's kid) tell bam,that maybe we can help him, so they go to fem reader's castle and meet us, when fem reader meet bam and the his team. Our focus is just on bam, when bam instroduce himself as v and arlene's kid, fem reader start to cry (because, finally! Fem reader can meet arlene's kid its been thousand years we haven't meet her and her kid maybe? ) fem reader start to hug him and say that she miss him and his parent (the rest is up to you) I want to know his team's reaction too hehehehehe.

This is so Long 😅, I get this idea from family head reader ( and then I start to think about it and want to request it, fem reader really misses the time, when she and her friends could gather together and chat calmly without any hostility, she hopes that those days can come back again)

Maybe I will request again if I want too

Fem reader x bam and team, platonic

Type- one shot

Flavor- fluff

The knock rings out through my palace as i resign inside, my curiosity turned from my book to the door as I use my Shinsu to open it. My children immediately run in to hug me, something I've missed dearly, eyes tearing up slightly as I find they're safe in their journey through the tower so far, my worries laid to a temporary rest.

They introduce me to their friends, but a certain brunette with amber eyes stands out, eyes that I'd recognize anywhere, but I keep yourself from saying anything as you listen to their story, careful to not make assumptions that could lead to being awkward. "...and so...we'd appreciate it if you could help us in any way you can." The brunette finishes explaining. I give a nod and explain to them what to do and how I could help, but at the end I suggest they rest for the night, having more than enough space to house them.

After Khun convinces rak to calm down from trying to go through with the plan right off the bat, I introduce myself and look at fire eyed boy, motioning to him. "And you are?

"the twenty fifth baam, ma'am."

I freeze for a moment, looking at him with a bit of shock. I swallow and glance away but before I can even try to hold the tears back, they fall and a quiet sob escapes my lips, sending shock to their faces. Without a word, I walk forward and wrap baam in a hug. "You're Arlene's boy...you're her's" I quietly cry as I hold him. I feel him hug me back after a second and look up to me with surprise. "You know her? My mother? What about her?" His surprise changes to intrigue and a bit of excitement at the idea I know of his family.

I sit him down to talk, answering all the questions he has as he nods at each answer, his teams reactions varying from confusion to irritation at the time I take with him and the answers I give. A soft smile graces my features as the time of the afternoon slowly passes, feeling at peace for the first time in years.

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I am sorry this is so short and may be a bit different from my normal writing style, but I'm just now getting back into writing. Thank you for requesting.

[mikey180]

This person is officially one of my favorite people

Yep I’m going to hell for this

[beatcroc]

[misersdream]

Slay the Prince - The Tower

[deiaiko]

night owl agni and early bird grace

late evening grace embraces agni from behind, leaning on him and resting

next morning grace holds agni like a princess (or a pancake cuz he's still wrapped in sheets)

thoughts?

Hell yeah!!! 😳 Softttt

They used to sleep in shift before going back in time, so sometimes they still get the urge to stay up when the other was asleep, to look out for the other and for their own peace of mind.

They rarely got enough sleep back then, so now that they could take their time to catch up on it, they were always careful not to wake the other up unless it was an emergency. Though, their sleep schedule was still a mess, especially when the FUG business required them to stay up late. So they could switch from being night owl to early bird whenever the situation needed them to be.

Grace sleeps easier with his ear pressed to Agni's torso, counting heartbeats as he drifted off. Nothing comforted him more than knowing that Agni is alive and well. He always checked on Agni right after he woke up, caressing Agni's hair while he was at it. It was already a habit at this point that Agni could sleep through it, lulled him deeper even.

Agni sleeps easier when he's wrapped under thick layers of blanket/clothes, since he's always cold now that he no longer has the firefish. Grace's presence also helps him drift off to sleep, knowing that Grace got his back put his mind at ease. When it was his turn to keep watch, he would browse information and form plans accordingly. But since now things had settled down a little, he would sometimes read articles and stories just for fun.

Masterlist

[mikey180]

"Sir, please pick a personality trait. Do you want to be extra or sarcastic?" "Yes" "I, um, just one please sir." "Oh, and make it so no one can tell the difference"

Headcanon that Hansung is extra as fuck and actually made those sparkles with shinsu. 

[the-messenger-hawk]

sleep paralysis demon Karaka

[mikey180]

Where are my Lero-ro, Yu Hansung, and Evankhell stans at? Do I just always pick the most unpopular characters? What's happening?

[cheer-soli-art]

The meeting of a wishing star and their destined young prince…

It was best to not build expectations ^^||

Happy Valentine’s Day 💕

Support me on ko-fi

[mikey180]

This!THISSSS!!! LOOK AT THE LERO RO ON THE TOP!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!

[uten4]

I should have noticed this last season, but Khun calling himself "ore" in the anime is an interesting choice! I like it; male characters of his type are always "boku" guys, so it's a nice change of pace.

Anyway, the way they executed his revenge speech makes me feel insane.

[ask-teambaam]

Hockney please suggest something to draw I have motivation but I can’t figure out what I want to draw and nothing is appealing.

Oh no! Well, if you are still facing this problem, I like to draw things I am very good at drawing when I face this. It may sound counter-intuitive, but it helps me sustain my motivation until I find inspiration. Personally, I find that drawing fantastical scenery works the best for this, so if that is something you are interested in, it may be worth a try!

- Hockney

[alpydk]

I've had a brainworm (tadpole?) that won't leave my head.

How would Gale's partner (Tav or Origin) react to him unintentionally saying Mystra's name during sex?

I don't think he would say it as his ex, but rather an exclamation ("Oh Gods", "By Mystra", etc).

I know I wouldn't be pleased. 😵‍💫

"By Mystra"

Anon, you are a miracle worked because I loved writing this. Like this is literally smut that I did not cringe my way through or go ugh why... Like I actually sent a quote to someone whilst writing this in a mini celebration of enjoyment. Really so much fun, so thank you. - I will say though it's probably not what you wanted at all. Oops. (Or maybe it is, I'm not a psychic.)

Word count : 1570 - M/E - It's Smut, there's nothing but smut here. I couldn't even angst this fucker up. - Gale x Tav (F)

The evening had gone along as it normally would. Gale and Tav entertained his mother with the local gossip of Waterdeep, fresh tea leaves releasing their aroma into the study, the odd whisper shared between the happily married couple. The sun was now making its leisurely stroll towards the horizon and Tav had now moved onto round two of the game she affectionately liked to call Nimble fingers, ill intent. The first round would be innocent enough, the odd remark about how he looked nice when sat in certain positions or a passing comment about times they had spent alone given with a sultry look. “Oh yes, I remember that tavern, Morena. The detail on the oak bed posts were exquisite. Real craftsmanship.” Round two was based more on the physical aspects of distraction and competition: the lick of a teaspoon after eating dessert, the run of her hand along his thigh under the dinner table, the whisper in his ear of how she seemed to have forgotten her underwear. “Oh, it was nothing Morena, a quick reminder about a certain someone’s birthday.”

These nights were still as enjoyable as they were the first time around a campfire. Hands slipped under robes, concentration lapsing into yearning, travelling companions none the wiser of the exploits taking place. She would make him forget all logic, all reason, all devotion he ever had to his goddess.

He couldn’t get rid of his mother quick enough as he watched Tav lean over the coffee table to collect up the cutlery, her lilac shirt hanging a little lower than suitable and knowingly it was in full view of him. He saw the way her breasts hung against the cloth, the line of her cleavage drawing his gaze without mercy. After so much teasing, he didn’t just want her; he needed her desperately, as if he had been trapped underwater and she was his only source of air to breathe.

As the entrance door of the tower closed, signalling Morena’s exit, Gale was quick to press Tav to the wall of the stairwell; her wrists bound under his firm hand, the other travelling under the fabric of her shirt to place its mark on the previously taunting flesh. His lips found hers with an intensity he refused to hold back on, more eager than his well-mannered nature with his mother had let on. They navigated the stairs up to the tower quickly, a trail of cotton and leather left in their wake.

Heated kisses were placed over naked bodies, his flushed lips along her neck, her wanting hands travelling from his abdomen to his hips. The royal blue sheets of the bed were always the goal, but rarely did they make it there, instead ending up on the daybed or, more often, the scarlet floral rug that lay at the foot of the bed. From there, he would see her lying and waiting, her body moistened and ready for him, her eyes beckoning him with a love he would give himself to again and again. For a thousand nights, he would worship her in so many ways: some nights slowly with a tender caress of her inner thigh, others more playful, a nibble of her shoulder, and the teasing of his fingertips. Within the four walls of the bedroom, he was the one in control; he was the god to a single follower.

He nudged her leg aside with his own, climbing towards her, his urges to take her driving him forward with little thought of anything else. It was as he took her nipple in his mouth, the flick of his tongue creating the unwilling whimper emerge from her, that he felt her hand push him ever so slightly. This was new, a sign of dominance from one who normally welcomed his practiced tongue so openly.

He accepted the reaction, Tav’s hands coming up to his shoulders, rolling him to his back with a tentative push. He lay beneath her, her legs straddled over his hips, her breasts hanging just above his chest. His heart beat with an intensity he only felt as she teased, the devious look in her eyes telling him this wouldn’t be as easy as an impromptu lanceboard match. She held herself above him, the heat of her cunt drawing him in. He craved her touch, yearned to be inside her and have her entirely and yet she watched him, waited for his control to falter as it always did around her.

“Please...” He whispered underneath her. He would not beg, nor would he lower himself to that level of pleading he'd done so long ago, but he would ask if that is what she wanted of him. He would do anything for her if it meant he could show his love for her.

She sunk down onto him, her pace relaxed, her hands sliding their way up his chest. He felt the slow roll of her hips, his own body instinctively retorting with an impatient jolt. She stopped and sat up above him, a disappointed sigh that told him he’d done something wrong.

“My apologies... I... I became too eager-“

She rose and took him again in one quick thrust, a command that she was in charge. Without warning, he let out a deep growl, his self-control slowly unravelling with the growing intensity of her movements. He could feel the way her hand held down his shoulder, the fingernails of the other embedding themselves in the skin of his abdomen. What were once relaxed whines were slowly becoming the sputtered moans of his name through gritted teeth. She was fighting this as much as he was and he could feel the way her body was arching, trying to hold back on a climax that threatened to break through at any moment.

He closed his eyes, the symphony of ecstasy ringing in his ears, his body still accepting her pace despite how much he wished to just grab her and fuck her. He neared his precipice, one he had fallen from so many times with Tav, one he would happily fall from a thousand times more and he parted his lips, the sensation too much to contain. “By Mystra...”

Tav’s movements stopped suddenly, an abrupt silence that took him a moment to register before realising what had happened. She looked down at him with a combination of confusion and offense. “Did you just...?”

He felt the icy chill in the pit of his stomach, his practised tongue letting him down the moment he wasn’t the one in control of the situation. He hadn’t meant it as anything but an exclamation of pleasure, but he knew it was not the most welcome name after all that happened, especially when said in the bedroom. “Tav, I did not mean-“

She broke him off with another quick roll of her hips, a smirk curling upon her reddened lips. “Say it again.”

Gale looked at her with confusion. “Say what exactly?”

Tav bucked against him, an irritable look in her eyes. “Her name. Say it again.”

He was unsure what she meant, the rules of their game changing with each state of play. Lanceboard had been left in the dusty halls of the library; now they played a completely different game of strategy, one where he was but a novice. “Mystra...” he spoke with an uncertainty in his tone.

This time Tav’s movements were gentler, slower, and more deliberate. His head leaned back onto the rug, the red fibres weaving with his brown locks.

“Again,” she commanded.

He obeyed without doubt. “Mystra...”

She smiled, her hands moving from his shoulder down to his hips, her back arching, and pelvis tilting ever so slightly, allowing him to feel her in full. With each jolt he felt his muscles begin to tremble, the goddess’ name gasped through worshipping lips. And yet he prayed not to her but to the goddess that wrapped her thighs around him, the one whose sweat beaded with his own, the one that called his name as her hands found his.

She tightened around him, all control gone, nothing else mattering but the fought off release that now consumed her senses. She let out one guttural cry, only interrupted by the deep thrusts as Gale chased his own orgasm. What had been the Lady of Magic’s name had now become the Hero of Baldur’s Gate. Tav sputtered out as wave upon wave of pleasure erupted forth from him, as muscles grew taut and his body buried itself into as far as it possibly could.

She fell limp around him, his arm wrapping around her in a loving embrace as he pulled her onto the floor with him. Their skin glistened with sweat, the air now humid, the only sound being their panted breathing as they regained their composure. The sensation of a light charge brushing against his skin brought him to smile, a devilish knowing of exactly what Tav had done with her control over him. The goddess’ name, spoken in worship, in devotion, would of course have drawn her attention, if only for a moment. He placed a soft kiss on Tav’s forehead, tonight’s game most assuredly her victory.

“With you, I forget my goddess...” She titled her head up to look at him, an almost innocent gaze in her eyes. “I just wanted to make sure that was still the case.”

[deiaiko]

Happy B-day @cheerful-solitude! <333

This art is also accompanied by @jusalilweird 's fic:

I hope you like our present 👀

(Putting the full version under the cut because I'm already dying 😳😳😳)

[the-messenger-hawk]

concept: Long-haired Wangnan (+encouraging Bam)

(bearing the most iconic hairstyle)