#trinklet

[feketeribizli]

[puffitale]

I think I might be a magpie

[tilbageidanmark]

A Heckle and Jeckle Cookie Jar

[normalbirb]

Oh yeah I almost forgot it's my birthday tomorrow

[teastyun]

༺ paid undone

arcane sevika x female reader (nsfw)

working as an owner of a mechanics shop at day and prostitute at night at Zaun's most famous brothel, you expect a quiet night shift after a hard day of work. your expectations go avail and you miserably fail at keeping your identity hidden from Sevika, who has just earlier visited you at your shop that day.

a/n: instead of listening to my lecture on English diachronic history I wrote this in my notes app and dear god pls let me ride her until my legs fall off

masterlist

putting your makeup pouch back into your personal small closet, you wonder who's today's clients will be. on your way to work, you've noticed how empty and calm the streets are recently. no fights, no big groups lingering in each corner eyeing anyone that's passing by, only a few drunkards at their usual shit.

words were spread about an ex-prison mate duelling her way through the ring in the center of Zaun after a fatal crisis in the upper world. interestingly enough, the brothel's business wasn't booming since her entry in Zaun, equalling a calm shift for you. lucky for you, you're paid per hour instead of per client, so you expect a good rest after your long shift at your mechanics shop.

as your usual routine, you put your mask on and wrap a robe around your lightly clothed body, before you take a quick trip to visit the madam and owner of the brothel.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

entering the long dark hallway, you keep your head low and walk steady towards the madam's room.

on your way you pass several rooms with slightly open doors, revealing the sounds of huffing, moaning, but also laughing. despite the empty streets, the brothel seems to be lively today, nonetheless.

you take a deep breath and close your eyes, as your fingers touched the doorknob of the room. your boss is a lovely old lady, but sometimes intimidates the shit out of you, despite the years you've already worked at her institution.

"there you are, y/n." she looks up from her papers with a cigarette in between her long wrinkled fingers decorated with heavy rings and long painted nails. you are one of her longest and most reliable workers, and she makes sure to treat you accordingly.

"s'bit a teeny quiet, ain't it?" she looks up at you with her long, cat eye-ish lashes and heavy purple eyeshadow accentuating her wrinkles around them. in response you lightly nod, not sure why she's suddenly talking about anything but your upcoming client.

you look at her as you wait for her to continue.

her fingernails tap like a melody against her cigarette trinklet, making you nervous with each taping sound.

"m'love, i've got a rather... special client waiting for you today. are you aware of Silco's... mates?"

while deep in your thoughts you first nod, but quickly shake your head after.

earlier, you've seen a slender girl with long blue braids at your shop, a tall and intimidatingly buff woman with a heavy red cloak covering half her body, following her close behind without exchanging a single word with either the girl, nor you. but, where they really from Silco?

the madam watches every single move of yours. her head tilts mischievously at your response. "very well. tonight, i assigned a special lady of Silco's to you. she's waiting for you in room xii."

your already tense nerves aren't pleased to hear about today's responsibility you're taking, but you silently thank her by lightly bowing your torso before you make your way to the assigned room.

her voice stops you as you open the heavily decorated door. "and y/n, make sure to please her with every single pretty ounce of yours."

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

you were already fucked before you even entered the room.

you expected a calm, restful shift with easy clients. instead, you have one of the most powerful and influential people of Zaun in your rooms, waiting for you to finally enter.

not looking up as you close the door behind you, you take off your robe while trying to maintain your breathing. as it falls to the floor, you take a quick glance at her.

there she is, the same woman you were eyeing up and down today at the mechanics shop. will she recognise you?

hoping that won't be the case in sake of your privacy and reputation, you slowly walk to the backless stool in front of her as you take a seat.

on your way, you carefully observe her. she even has the same clothes on as earlier. the grey and red tones in her clothing accentuate her toned body underneath. looking closely, she even seems to be hiding something underneath her mysterious cloak.

without further thought, you greet her by bowing your head lightly in respect, waiting for her to make the next move.

you notice her shifting in her seat, as she leans towards you while resting her free arm on her knee.

confused by her behaviour, you look up and notice her brown eyes piercing yours. she is incredibly intimidating and you can't help the furrow that sneaks between your eyebrows in confusion beneath your mask. you've never had a client look at you for minutes without a single sound nor move.

normally, your client has a certain thought wanting to be practiced with you as soon as possible, since time is money, especially in this brothel, where clients pay per minute. Zaun isn't necessarily known for its strong economy, so clients sometimes visit on the occasion for only a handful of minutes before they need leave.

but this, this was different. her piercing eyes where warm, but somehow so cold at the same time as she slowly eyes your appearance.

you're wearing a beautiful set of lingerie in your best colours with white lace accentuating your finest features. elegant body chains and dangling jewelry make sounds as you move your body. unlike your other lingerie sets, this one is extremely revealing around your chest, showing no fabric on the front of your breasts and leaving them on full display to see. your bottoms is attached to your stockings matching your set with clips on the front and back of each thigh.

her eyes stopped at the sight of your thighs pressing against the band of your stockings before continuing down your legs. as they move back up, you try accentuate your breasts by taking a deep breath, while looking at her through your mask with expecting eyes.

a smirk appears on her lips. "are you nervous?"

her rough voice creates goosebumps on your skin, but the question agitates you. why would the first thing she says to you be such assumption?

you tilt your head in response, not sure of how to react to such thing. she is still only a few centimetres away from you, making the distance between you incredibly tense.

she copies the tilt in your head and looks deeply into your eyes, searching for something specific in them.

"I'm Sevika," she whispers a mere distance away from you as she holds out her hand.

you take another deep breath and touch her hand in a handshake, making the situation feel so ridiculous. what was she trying to get out of you?

her hand feels incredibly big. and fuck, you wish you could feel that rough skin between your folds. just the mere thought made you clench around nothing as your cunt is soaking in your lingerie. before your thoughts could continue, you slipped your hand back. your eyes never left hers.

she leans back and rests against the cushions behind her, as she eyes you once more. this time, her eyes won't leave your chest.

your nipples are perky from the cool air in the room despite the lack of ventilation. or maybe you really are nervous?

"you're not much of a talker huh?" she continues, "show me yourself."

you reach back to unclasp your bra, but she stops you, "no, show me what you usually do here."

her eyes roam the heavily decorated room and your thoughts are spiralling. at her request, you stand up and receive a box of toys each room has available on the side of the lounging area.

in it, you look for a dildo and bottle of lube. what were you doing with most of your clients? this woman made you ask yourself questions you've never considered being asked.

all of your clients are normally males, which are in heavy need of a relief by pushing their dicks into your hole and calling it a day. you didn't mind, since it's the routine of your income at the end of the day.

but right here and now, you were supposed to fuck yourself with a dildo in front of this woman, who watches every single move of yours with piercing eyes. and fuck, you felt small.

leaning back on your stool, you fully removed your soaking thong, hoping she wouldn't notice your wetness literally stringing to your cunt as you remove it.

to your disadvantage, she notices everything. her eyes follow the soaked thong falling to the ground, before they move up to look into your eyes again. fuck, this feels so much more intimate than any sex you've ever had and you continue dripping from your cunt at her dark gaze.

you spread your legs apart, hoping to drag her gaze down there. your eyes finally break the eye contact and follow the movement of your hands as you squirt some lubricant on the side of the dildo. it is veiny and big, a difference to the ones of your average clients.

with one arm resting on another stool behind you, you glide the sides of the dildo through your folds, making your chest jump at the feeling of the cold lube. you spread the lubricant across the dildo by dragging and shifting it through your folds, bumping your sensitive clit.

you look back into her eyes, questioning if you should really do this by hesitating with your next move.

she finally looks down at your dripping pussy coated with lubricant. on cue, you push the dildo completely aside in one go.

you want to see her reaction, but a moan escapes your lips as you try to stay quiet. this woman was onto something, but there's no way she can identify you from earlier.

nervous to look at her, you drag your eyes back to hers while slowly fucking yourself with the dildo. she seems to become restless, too.

it was her turn to look at you with furrowed brows as you began to fuck yourself harder, while trying to maintain your breath as you're biting your lower lip in pleasure.

fucking yourself faster and harder, trying to chase the warmth in your lower belly without success, you throw your head back hoping not a single sound escapes your lips.

your arm begins to hurt and you can feel the sweat building up on your forehead and cheekbones from exhaustion.

fuck, you really are about to sob. you look so pathetic trying to chase your own high while failing miserably, knowing acting one out won't go through with her.

"you can't come, beautiful?" she asks teasingly and grins at your miserable state. upset with her comment you look at her and you finally see it.

"here," she tells you, petting her lap her one hand, where she somehow managed to attach a harness on when you were in your own element.

you stopped your movements immediately and slipped the dildo out without any thought, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling inside of you before attaching it to her harness and climbing into her lap.

as you attach it through her harness, your thighs rest on her firm lap. and god, this woman was incredibly handsome. her strong facial features look even sharper with her heavy dark eyes piercing yours.

you really weren't sure what she was getting out of this. any other client would've been already chasing their orgasm inside you. Sevika hasn't touched you once. she hasn't even taken off any of her clothing yet.

as the wet dildo rests against your folds, you eye her cloak. before realising her bionic arm, she already has it moved to press a cold hand on your back to push you closer. she looks up for a reaction, but you grasp her shoulders to steady yourself without a sound.

her bionic arm cups your ass, making you gasp at the cold feeling on your skin, and her other hand pushes the dildo easily into you again, making your head throw back in pleasure of feeling full again in her presence.

adjusting once again at the feeling of being full, you look at her with heavy eyelids.

"can i touch you?" she asks quietly, her eyes never leaving yours.

you nod and push your chest towards her face as a cue. she grins at your boldness and presses a wet kiss on your breast, as her hand grips your hips, making them roll against her strap. her mouth sucks and bites your skin around your nipples, occasionally licking your perky nipple, making you see stars behind that mask.

as she sucks harder and harder, you beginn to slowly grind into her. your job has never felt this intimate with any client before.

her bionic arm holds you steady against her as her hips grind to meet yours. your breath was incredibly unsteady, trying to deal with the pleasure that builds up inside your core. her mouth travelled up to your exposed ear, nibbling at your dangling piercings and licking your earlobe. "you're in control, beautiful. do whatever you like," she whispers.

you stop in your tracks to look at her almost in shock. spiralling in your head, you don't know what to do. did you ever have control over your clients? trembling, you reached for a vibrator and pressed it into her hand.

"hold this against my clit as i ride you," you tell her quietly. hearing your voice, a smile sneaks onto her lips. "gladly," she responds and turns it on.

she kisses your breast before pressing the vibrator softly against your clit. you loudly moan from the sudden stimulation, beginning to ride her strap like there's no tomorrow. she sucks and bites your nipple, making you see more stars than before. your sighs and gasps turn into moans, not caring about hiding your voice from her anymore.

the dildo presses perfectly against your sweet spot inside of you as the vibrator teases your clit and you can't get enough of it. fuck, you're becoming greedy of this woman. you've never achieved such pleasure inside of you with anyone nor alone.

feeling your the warmth slowly building up in your lower belly, you whisper breathlessly "i-i'm close, Sevika," through your mask, not sure if she could even decipher your words. she reacts by biting down on your skin and cupping your ass with her bionic hand, almost making you scream as you grind restlessly on her strap as the vibrator bumps your wet clit.

and there it is, the sudden white spots clouding your vision as come hard on her strap. you reach for her hand to turn of the vibrator, scared of overstimulating yourself after coming for the first time in such a long time.

too blissed out from the feeling, your head falls onto her shoulder and she presses a soft kiss on on your neck.

"you did great, beautiful," she tells you and you feel her warm breath against your damp skin.

your mask shifts and the realisation hits you.

you slip it back into its place, slip off her strap with a wince and stumble back onto the stool, trying to compose yourself.

Sevika detaches the strap and there you see the bionic arm for the first time. it looked heavy with its several mechanics surrounding it, but then you notice the shimmer going through it like veins. fuck, did you almost get fucked with fucking shimmer inside of it?

she stands up and rearranges her clothing, seeming to take a leave as she hands you a stack of cash from her pouch.

"what about you?" you ask confused. she says nothing but presses the cash into your hand.

"madam won't allow me to take it," you say, looking up at her from the cash in your hands.

her hand softly cups your cheek and strokes your cheekbone with her thumb. "invest it in your shop, beautiful."

stunned by her comment, you sit there completely moveless.

she presses the doorknob as she is about to leave, but she stops mid-tracks before finally leaving the room.

"good to see you again."

masterlist ; pt. 2

[deepinthegroves]

˖. 𝜗 different types of beauty to script into your dr 𝜚..₊

"you're pretty like..."

♡ the sun

↳ shining gold hair that catches in the sun. gold that litters the skin, be it glitter on the eyelid or gold blush swept across the cheek. iridescent gold skirts that whirl when you turn. gold trinklets that chime when they bump onto each other, left to hang from your waist.

↳ the white-yellow that'd you see when you squint and shield your eyes from the blinding sun. white agate with streaks of yellow hung around your neck, pressed into the hollow of your throat. light blonde hair left to cascade down your back. pale gold rings that adorn your fingers.

↳ the orange you'd see when the sun rises and sets. freckles that dot the skin. citrines carved perfectly for you to slide onto your wrist, one after another to form a perfect stack. knitted sweaters that hang off the shoulders. laughter that echoes.

♡ the moon

↳ pale eyelashes that catch your attention when they blink. strands of hair lightening, obvious against the dark. pearls hanging around the neck or from the ears. scars, marks or blemishes on skin.

♡ the night

↳ dark skin glittering under light. rich, dark fabrics resting on the skin, influencing the way your figure looks. glitter swiped across the eyelid, deep and dark and gorgeous against the skin. eyes so dark you don't realise they're (mentally) present till they blink back.

♡ the stars

↳ light shining a brilliant white against your skin. silver everything – silver liner in your waterline, and in the corner of your eye; silver necklaces and rings and earrings, because no other colour would do; silver chains hanging from your belt, shiny and catching at the light.

♡ silk

↳ soft skin, always cool to the touch. loves silky fabric, allows it to whirl at the feet. skims their fingers over everything, ever curious in a quiet way. exists in their own world with their little circle, lips curved in a smile and fingers pressed against their closest friend's arm.

♡ ethereality

↳ big wide eyes that blank out a little too much. cool, wide fabrics that gives the wearer a lot of space to move with. the bottom of the outfit drapes over the shoes, sometimes dragging across the floor. loves certain topics and would always bring it up, and its usually something only their close friends know about. head tilting and eyes blinking, they smile at you but you have a feeling that they are not fully present.

♡ wanderers

↳ the type of person that'd you lose for a few hours but will turn up again, back at your side. the type of person who loves to move about a little too much, with plans to travel the world to see everything. the type of person to drag their friends by the arm to show them something, only going "look! look!" without further explanation. the type of person who beams when they finally show their friends whatever had caught their eye, waiting for their reaction. the type of person who'd get you something from each trip, just so you know they're still thinking about you even if they're away.

♡ living

↳ big bold laughs. unapologetically taking up space. wide grins that stretch across their face. arms slung across your shoulders as they enthusiastically tell you about something. those who don't care enough about what other people think, who just exists comfortably (though that does not mean that effort was not put in in the first place).

♡ comfort

↳ warm brown eyes. hands that rub at your arms. gentle smiles. wraps an arm around your shoulder. "i'm here for you". tea or coffee at the ready. arms open and waiting. comfortable sweaters.

note: I did this for fun and without editing so i hope it's cohesive. you can script this for yourself or other people in your dr, i just got bored and decided to make this so take this however you'd like! may have leaned into some stereotypes but they exist for a reason so i hope you liked this <3

[zeedist]

BANG, BANG.ᐟ — ALHAITHAM

summary: carnival date. sfw !! fem!reader x alhaitham, academic setting, carnival setting, short + sweet. word count: 1k proofread: nope.

Yearly, on the outskirts of Sumeru, bright circus carps and twinkling lights are mounted for the Carnival. The scent of something nutty and sweet hung in the air as you strolled through the cheerful bustle of the fair, an arm hooked on your boyfriend's. Alhaitham wasn't a fan of the chaos, the loud noises and people bumping making his nose scrunch. You expected that, what you did not expect however was how he scanned every game and booth as if they were lab specimens.

"All of these are scams," he muttered, needing to lower his head for his voice to reach your ears, "See those rings? They are too small for the bottles, but they give the ilusion that it might fit to trick people into playing."

You found his serious approach humorous, shaking your head. "I'm sure at least one person can win once a night, if not, how has someone not kicked them out yet?"

He raised an eyebrow and you already knew what was about to come — his natural talent was to counter every of your statements, "It's carnival business, as long as they profit, they don't care making a kid or a dozen cry. They make money off the excitement."

"Alright, alright, there is nothing you don't know," you teased with a light nudge, smiling at him in that pretty way that made his heart flutter. "We already are suffering enough with Calculus, do we really need to do a breakdown of the economics of this carnival?"

Alhaitham only chuckled at your comment, his silent way of caving into your words followed by a gentle kiss in your forehead.

Before you said something back, your gaze caught a small trinklet at one of the booths. You aren't sure why it did, but the cute rounded dinosaour shaped charm snatched your attention. Alhaitham noticed that sparkle in your eyes — the one you had when getting your favorite snack, or a perfect score.

Giving you a soft peck on the back of your hand, Alhaitham let go and stepped forward, his wallet already in hand. Crisp bills slipped from his fingers and landed in the owner's outstretched palm, all before he even bothered to ask what the game was about. Shooting, apparently.

The older man behind the counter barely looked up, his expression bored as he waved a hand toward the targets a few meters away. "150 points for the charm," he muttered. The rules were simple: the targets further away were worth 30 points each, while the closer ones only gave 5 points. Fifteen arrows, a ridiculously high price, and a suspiciously old-looking crossbow to top it all off.

"Wait, wait," you blinked, staring at him in surprise. "Didn't you just say all of these games are scams? You’re wasting money—"

Alhaitham shot you a quick smirk as he examined the worn crossbow. "I have enough mora," he replied, his tone soft with you as he drew back the string with a frown. Something about the weapon felt... off. He lifted the notch and took aim, squinting one eye.

Click.

The arrow missed entirely.

Alhaitham didn’t even flinch. He simply loaded another arrow, his tone unbothered. "See? A scam. The crossbow is shifted to aim lower than it should."

"So it’s impossible?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My dear," Alhaitham glanced at you, "I will steal the charm if needed. But we are not leaving here without it."

Click.

The second arrow grazed the smaller target at the back, but didn’t pop it. Alhaitham loaded a third arrow, his expression focused as he adjusted the crossbow. He held it in a position that looked completely wrong — even you could assume that much.

"Perhaps we could try another game—"

Click.

This time, the arrow hit its mark, sinking into the target with a satisfying pop.

Alhaitham turned to you, giving you that smirk — the one that made you want to roll your eyes and laugh all at once. It was the look he wore when he'd cracked a tough problem or uncovered a loophole. The one that practically screamed, did you just see how brilliant I am?

Click.

Click.

Click.

Shot after shot, each arrow found its mark, all hitting the smaller targets at the back. One by one, they popped with crisp sounds. Ten targets, ten perfect shots, 300 points.

Alhaitham handed back the manipulated crossbow to the owner without a second thought. "The charm, please. Two of them."

With an unhappy sigh, the owner didn't dispute the outcome but still reluctantly handing over the charming trinkets. They were small and undeniably cute — tiny dinosaurs with delicate, colorful decorations. One was a gentle green, the other a calming blue.

Alhaitham took the two, his fingers brushing the smooth surface. Usually, when facing decisions, he asked you which you preferred — even when you would tell him to pick. But this time, he skipped that consideration and handed you the green one, his eyes drifting away from yours. His hand covered yours as he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Please take this one... You said green reminds you of me, doesn’t it?”

A soft blush flushed his cheeks. For a moment, he hesitated, finally gathering the courage to meet your gaze, his eyes soft as he confessed, "I hope it will make you think of me more."

He gulped, his voice quieter now, as though the words were difficult to get out. "As much as I think of you, all day and all night."

The charm in your hand, small and smooth, seeping coldness into your skin.

A piece of him, in a way, now for you to carry.

[teaeodora]

Imagine this –

neuvillette getting married but nothing goes right (but the ending does sit right) ft. the fontaine crew + fem!reader

a/n : you should get the noah's ark joke if you finished the 4.2 story quest. (haha totally didn't get spoiled. 🥲)

It was a bright sunny day, with cool winds blowing. Neuvillette sees you walking towards altar

Drip drip drip

AND it starts downpouring because he got emotional and everything spirals into chaos.

Guests are running around to save their clothes. The melusines and trying to save the food and Paimon is crying to the traveler that the food got ruined.

wriothesley and clorinde are just staring at eachother like 🧍‍♀️

"Where did this rain come from suddenly?"

"If i had the slightest of idea, I would've definitely told you, Clorinde."

guess their hardwork went down the drain. literally.

navia was panicking because her dress was getting ruined and her bodyguards came at the speed of light to her side and hold 3 umbrellas out for her, which was rather unnecessary.

"Oh no! Now I won't be able to snag pictures for the Steambird!" Charlotte frantically wiped her camera lens which got even blurry due to the water.

"Um Charlotte, should focus on saving yourself first rather than the camera." Navia suggested out of concern for the girl.

"IS IT TIME FOR MY GRAND PERFORMAN- oh." Furina who had planned a surprise performance realised it was raining and she had walked straight into it.

yup, it was definitely getting out of hand with people slippin' and sliding on the wet floor. But it got worse when the water levels start to rise and you try to get him to calm down.

"Neuvillette! Calm down- you will drown Fontaine and then Wriothesely will have to pull a Noah's Ark move again!"

"Ah- Yes. Sorry, I just got a bit-" he started only to get cut off.

"Teary eyed?" you asked with a smirk. Nothing better than an opportunity to poke fun at the Chief Justice.

"No." he curtly replied.

"You have to admit that you were definitely sobbing from happiness." you cheekily smile at him, pulling him into an embrace. Yes your clothes were soaked but honestly who cared.

"...let's not bring this matter up." he averted his gaze, trying to stop his lips from curling into a smile.

a select few were able to get a look at the Ludex breaking composure and smiling, his cheeks slightly pink. It was unfortunate that Charlotte won't be able to post it in the Steambird paper for everyone to see but —

sometimes, things which are hidden from masses are termed as 'mysteries' and mysteries are the most beautiful trinklets of memories to those who experienced it.*

neuvillette is so goofy, I love him. He deserves all the head pats and huggies

©definitelysel

[the-kr8tor]

Someone asked me for some vampire!Hobie so here I come ☝️👀

The potion this time is some garlic gloves with cardamom in a heart-shaped bottle! Pretty please 🥹 I'm thinking about vampire!Hobie who can turn into a bat (ahem.. Astarion..) and by that he can surely do some night walks- flies? And he can't help but bring you, human!Reader, all sorts of trinklets and flowers and fruits he finds! He just loves to rest in your palm while you try out the blueberries he stole from the most expensive blueberry farm he could find 😅

I heard astarion and I folded immediately 🥴 Thank you for the request! I hope you love it 💕

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention, Bat form! Hobie, Vampire AU, Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Your bed practically lulls you to sleep while your comfort show helps fill in the silence of your dark bedroom. Eyes drifting close, head lolling off to the side, you jump when you hear squeaking and tapping at your window. Squinting, you blink away sleep, watching a black blob flying over your window, excessively tapping and scratching.

“Hobie?” You tilt your head, already walking closer to him, socked feet thudding across carpeted floors. You giggle at the sight of his tiny yet fuzzy bat form struggling to keep the plastic bag afloat with his claws. He squeaks frantically, and you swear you heard him curse. “Okay, okay, calm down, I'm opening it right now.” The second you unlock and open the window, he immediately flies into your room. Wings loudly flapping, he lands on your bed, dare you say to his face— cutely landing on your fluffy pink blanket. He looks right at home.

You kneel on the bedside, elbow propped up, chin placed atop your palm while your other hand gently pats his head. Now having a closer non sleepy look at him, you can see his leather vest (a tiny version complete with the patches and spikes) on his small bat body. Even with his long pointed ears, he still sports the similar piercings that shine under the low light of your lamp.

“Here to visit me?” You ask, and he leans his head against your touch, encouraging you to pet him more. “So spoiled, y’know you can just knock on my door in your human form, right?” His small crimson eyes blink at you and his head tilts at your question. Wordlessly telling you— ‘where’s the fun in that?’ You chuckle, “So what do you have for me, Hobat?” If bats can roll their eyes, Hobie would've done it already.

With his miniature foot, he kicks the bag towards you. Before looking, you try to guess what it is. Sometimes it's flowers that he picked up while flying, or small trinkets that fit on the palm of your hand. And currently, he loves giving you jewelry, you don't ask him where he got it though. You love it nonetheless.

Peeking inside, a bunch of blueberries greet you, they're all big and plump, you can practically taste the juice in your mouth. Your stomach rumbles at the thought. “Wow, you went all out.” You look at the logo on the plastic, recognizing that it's from the overpriced grocery store downtown. “Nice, holy shit! How'd you manage that?”

Hobie squeaks, a barrage of high pitched tones that are adorable but annoying as he goes on. You raise a brow at him, “you can just turn back to your human form, Hobie, I don't speak bat.” He shakes his tiny fuzzy head, red eyes staring back at you. “Oh,” you nod in understanding, “it's that kind of day, huh?” Waddling towards your hand, he holds your finger, patting it like you've done a good job of translating his squeaks and shrieks. “Alright, Hobat, go grab some paper towels because I will not have blueberry juice all over my bed.”

With a chirp, Hobie flaps his wings, flying above you and briefly landing on your head, teasing you with his wings atop your eyes. You giggle at his antics, acting like you're trying to swat him away.

While he sets off towards the kitchen, you sit down on the bed with the blankets covering you, hands already rummaging through the blueberries and popping them in your mouth. You let the sweet juice fill your taste buds, you're fully awake from how good they taste. You're sure you've eaten a handful before Hobie comes flapping back inside the bedroom, feet clutching the entire roll of paper towels.

You giggle at the familiar sight. “You look like a carrier pigeon.” He sticks his tiny pink tongue out to you, to which you grin wider.

He lands on your chest, paper towels rolling off to your side. His claws don't hurt as he tries to balance his weight so it doesn't puncture your favourite blanket. You pet his head with your blue stained finger. He suddenly grabs your finger before you could take it away, staring at the blue tint, he narrows his wine red eyes at you, head shaking slowly as if he's reprimanding you.

“What?” You shrug innocently, “I only ate a couple!”

Hobie sniffs at your finger, in his bat form it's hard to look intimidating or scary mostly when you're barely the size of a fist. You tamp down a giggle while his pink nose sniffs. He looks back at your lips where there's evidence of blueberry juice clinging to the corner of your mouth. He could use his telepathy and talk to you that way but this is more fun for him. Especially when it comes to teasing you.

He opens his maw, revealing sharp fangs. For a moment you thought that he'd bite you, your eyes widened at the thought. But he shuts his mouth closed, leaving his tongue out, giving you a little kitten lick across the pad of your finger.

You laugh at how his tiny licks tickle you, he clings to your finger tighter, bat body holding on to your hand for dear life as you try to yank him away. “Hobie!” Giggling, fingers wet, he finally gives you reprieve by flying away and landing on your chest with his body spread eagle, wings fully unfurled and relaxed. “Oh you big baby.” You come down from your fit of giggles, petting him briefly and then grabbing one blueberry to feed to him. He accepts it wholeheartedly, munching and chewing on the fruit like It's ambrosia, and even purring and humming. You can feel his happiness through the blanket as he practically vibrates.

This goes on for awhile, you feed him a piece, you eat the next couple ones until he squeaks impatiently. With your hand fully smelling of fruit, and the packaging empty, you wipe your hands clean while Hobie still lies on your chest, eyes fighting sleep.

After a moment of silence, his slow breaths tell you that your little vampire bat has fallen asleep. So you slide down on the bed from your sitting position to lie down properly, sleep already taking over. But you still don't close your eyes for fear that you might roll over and squish him in your sleep. Wooden stakes and the sun might be the only things able to kill him but you still don't want him to turn into a bat pancake.

Grabbing his body carefully, your hand wraps around his middle perfectly. After getting a hold of him while making sure you won't drop him, you pull him off your chest. You lift him up for only a moment before something stops you, or someone for that matter. Looking down, you see that with his tiny hands and feet that have sharp claws is clinging on the blanket, refusing to be separated from you. He's still asleep, tiny tummy protruding from his abundant midnight snack.

As much as you love the adorable sight, you have to take him off of you and place him on his side of the bed instead. So you start to wake him up, finger rubbing up and down his fuzzy back while you coo softly at him.

“Come on, Hobie, you gotta wake up. You can't sleep on top of me like this or I might squish you again. Remember last time?” With you booping at his pink nose, he stirs awake, red eyes blinking slowly at you. “There you are, sorry but I have to move you—” A poof of smoke appears and suddenly the weight on top of you gets heavier. “Hobie!” You gasp when he wraps all his long limbs around you, warm hand finding penchant on the small of your back, while the other has wiggled its way under your nape where calloused fingers rub along your skin just like you were doing to him a few minutes ago.

The smoke clears and you're greeted by a very smug vampire whose red eyes are aglow with amusement. “Evenin’”

“Hobie! You're heavy!” Your grin betrays you.

“You weren't complaining before,” he snuggles closer on your chest, nose nudging on the blanket. “‘sides, ‘m already comfortable.”

“Well I'm not and I'm just as sleepy.” Despite your words, your hands have found their way on his back, embracing him fully.

Hobie fakes a loud snore, head falling limp, and even lolling his tongue out for added effect. You chuckle, fingers massaging the knot on the back of his neck. With a groan, he holds on to you tighter as if he's not already impossibly close to you.

“You okay?” You ask, neck stretching down to kiss along his hairline.

“Yeah,” he says against the collar of your shirt. He's completely relaxed, “just want to be close to you.”

You've gotten used to his weight on top of you, smiling against his skin before you lay your head back down. “Okay, go to sleep.”

“Did you like the blueberries?” Hobie lifts his head up, chin placed on your chest.

You meet his eyes, “yes, it was really good. Thank you for bringing them.” He gives you his best smile, already thinking of ways he can get more. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah,” he lifts himself up, now hovering above you, inches away from your face, staring at you like you're the best thing in the world. He feels like you are. “But this is infinitely better.” You beam up at him, and with that he meets you halfway for a saccharin, blueberry juice kiss.

[merasukoon]

kazuha who finds you in the bathroom and finds you hunched over by the bathroom sink. lifting your hair, he finds tears and tearmarks staining your face with such stricken sorrow.

he would never tell you this, but he hates seeing you cry. when you come home with your shoulders and head down, it feels like his world also collasped. everytime either one of you come home tear-stricken, it feels like the apartment, so carefully crafted with trinklets and little pieces of joy, have been tainted by a glooming silence; silence which becomes the background noise to desperate gasps for air and sniffling.

nevertheless, he stays. because through the storm comes light. he tucks your body into his arms and entangles his legs with yours. he whispers of mindless to do lists, the walk he went on today, and the people he saw; he shows you that outside of the silence of the apartment and the overwhelming steps out the door, is a world that is worth living for. he shows you that there is light after the storm, and even if you can not find your way through the harsh rain and the deafing thunder, he will remain a light for you to fall back on.

@/merasukoon. do not repost my work

[bowandcurtsey]

can i pls have fluff headcanons of luck volitia

Hi dearie! thank you for requesting! Sorry this took so long, but happy holidays <3

And sure, here's some fluffy Luck Volitia for you! There wasn't any specification if it should be platonic or romantic so I just decided to go with romantic headcanons! hope that's okay!

Characters: Luck volitia x f! reader tw: unchecked works

He is a cutie and a sweetheart and he makes your heart race and melt at the same time.

He doesn't buy flowers, he picks them himself from the forests and his missions. Yeap, don't expect beautifully wrapped bouquets, it's straight from the nature itself.

he always holds your hand intertwined with your fingers. even if you held his hands the 'wrong' way, he'll correct it and intertwined your fingers together.

"people won't be able to snatch you away that easily like this," he says

it'll be surprising but he like to cook together with you. whether it's making a simple sandwich together or baking a cake from scratch, he just likes doing something together with you and then enjoying eating it together.

Loves going to carnivals with you, he plays all the games with you and wins some solid prizes. He'll go shopping around with you too and buys you little trinklets so that you'll have a memory for your date.

If you made him anything, rest assured that he would keep it along with him and treasure it. The scarf you made? he wears it even if it's not even that cold.

The little bracelet you made? it's on his wrist 24/7.

the little flower band you made on a random date for fun? it's in his room like a prized possession. You had to throw it away while he didn't noticed, because all the flowers wilted.

He treasures every single thing and moment you both have.

He doesn't have much worries or stress, but whenever he gets a little more quiet than usual, you'd know that something's on his mind. But he'll enjoy stargazing with you and holding you in his arms.

He'll just fondle with your hair, and enjoy being in your presence.

He spoils you so much, you're his little princess and he has absolutely no shame in showing everyone that!

If charmy bakes a cupcake, he'll go "give me more! i'm bringing it for y/n!"

If you both get into an argument (which is rarely because he takes everything with a pinch of salt anyway), he'll just follow you around quietly like a lost puppy. He'll give you some puppy eyes as well if you'd even look at him.

He'll just stay quietly near you until you give in and go "come here" and in a flash (quite literally) he'll be in your arms.

[kodokberjamur]

By the power of anonymity i command u, show ur frog trinklets and tell us their names ~~~ ☆.° please~

Yes, Your Majesty!

THE MOST ADORABLE FROGGOS COMING THROUGH!!!!! MAKE WAY, MAKE WAY!!!

My mom got me these cuties randomly one day... It wasn't my birthday, I hadn't achieved anything big. They were just. suddenly there after I got home from campus on a random Tuesday. I was dying. They do not have to be this cute. AGHHH. AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHNSKDJSKFJSKF okay I need to keep my thoughts coherent to tell you their names.

From left to right: FrenchGurlFrog, Froyd, Teddy Frog, Ken, Jeiro, Cutsie, and finally, Butt.

I also celebrated Christmas with them AAAAJDKSFKSJF

And these ones... The one on the left was from a friend who had come back from Japan, and the one right was from another friend, handmade... AAWWWWW. I'M NEVER TAKING THEM OFF MY BAG. I bring them to campus all the time, to the point where everyone knows about my frog obsession. Everyone calls me frog instead of my actual name. And I just. reply to it every time. Unconsciously. They just call me kodok all the time, and that's how the name Kodok was born HAHAHA. Though, I like to call myself... Lord Kwebek (kwebek is like the Indonesian equivalent to ribbit).

OH RIGHT THE NAMES. LEFT IS CHUBBY CHEEKS. RIGHT IS BAKSO KODOK (TL: FROG MEATBALLS. BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS A MEATBALL. I asked my friend what it was and she didn't even know HAHAHAHA probably a mushroom? Or a marshmallow? With a frog hat????? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW CUTE THAT IS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. HOW. AGH.)

AAAAND HERE THEY ARE... The beeg ones. The one with glasses was given to me on my birthday last year... (also yes that's my glasses LOL) It's actually a bag but nothing can fit in there HAHAHAHA I still love it regardless. My friends need to stop feeding my frog obsession because what the heck. I have a frog army what. Anyway, the glasses guy is Mr. Frogi, and the little one is Kwebie!!! AAAAHHH KWEBIEEEE I have a particular attachment to Kwebie because I used him as a character for one of my projects last semester... So we had to make an advertisement, so I made an advertisement for Ibe Paintin' (for Ibis Paint LOL) starring Kwebie and this Labubu doll my mom had, named Coco (I named her that!!) Before that project, I honestly didn't understand the appeal of Labubu's... but after that, I cherished Coco more than my mom did LOL but suddenly she disappeared... I asked her where she went, and my mom said Coco broke... I'M SO SAD.... COCO I MISS YOU....... That was probably the most dedicated I've ever been with any of my projects, because I even made animations of Coco and Kwebie to showcase the animation feature in Ibis... They're like "I'M CARTOONY NOW?!" AHAHAHA NOW I'M SAD. I MISS COCO. BACK TO THE FROGS..... I'D SHOW YOU THE VIDEO AS TRIBUTE TO COCO BUT IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING, SO I WON'T.

COCO I MISS YOU.....

Just going to show you one frame of the animation...

...yeah. I don't know why I even made a ton of these origami frogs. Something possessed me. And, mind you; I despise origami. My hands can't comprehend it, my brain can't comprehend it—I can't even make a crane. But for some reason, I randomly wanted to do frog origamis... So I did. ALSO!!! IMPORTANT INFORMATION!!!!! THEY JUMP!!!!!!! THEY CAN JUUUUMMMMPPPPP AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SKDKSJDKSFJSKDKSKF I ACTUALLY MADE A 'RACING' VIDEO TO TEST WHICH ONE COULD JUMP THE FARTHEST...... The one on the top right won.... I actually haven't given them names yet. Any ideas??? ;-;

AH I FORGOT.... I ALSO DID THE BRICKS THING AND OF COURSE I GOT A FROG ONE. Also a monkey one LOL

FROG PARTAYYY and the monke is named Lotus!! Anyway, I built these little guys with my friends... Came home with pain in my thumb. Wouldn't disappear for hours...... I'm never building these bricks toys again.....

And there're the..... clay ones.......... of course........

That's definitely what they look like. Definitely not squished or anything. Kerokero...... Frobert............ </3

Okay... That's all I've got, for now. HEHEHE. I'M DEFINITELY GOING TO GET MORE.... THE COLLECTION WILL NEVER STOP GROWING. I WILL HAVE MY OWN FROG ARMY, AND I'LL RULE THE WORLD WITH THEM.... THE WORLD WILL BE....... FROG.

Thank you Anon-san, for indulging in my silly frogster loving... JAJFKSJF <33333

[luci4theminorannoyance]

kortac and their love languages:

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a/n: I just realized I did this for 141 but not kortac! So tada!! I’m also including shadow company cuz duh (also my text is bold and it won’t stop)

konig:

-gift giving all the way. Mostly little trinklets that don’t have monetary value but have value to him and you

-if you would let him he would have taken a photo every time your eyes lit up while he gave you a gift

-he personally likes quality time, alone, enjoying a show or doing something calming together

Horangi:

-he gives physical touch everywhere! Or at least anywhere he can get away with it he’ll hold your hand or pat you on the shoulder or hold your hips

-could spend hours with his hands on you trying to remember every muscle, cut, scar, mark, and mole by memory

-he personally love’s physical touch right on back, and he really just thinks of it as being truly close to each other

Velikan:

-he really does a mix for people he likes platonically etc, but the one he does for you the most is acts of service!

-He wouldn’t want you to have to do something that he could do much easier :( (unless of course you wanted to)

-he personally loves gifts, he has a little compartment in his gear bags that’s just filled with little gifts, most of them being simple little things you handed to him like a pretty flower he ended up pressing or a small note

graves:

-he will SPOIL you. No questions about it. Gift giving all the way

-you want a new shirt or bracelet? Already getting shipped. You want new gear for your Hobby or shadow company? Ordered.

-he loves feeling like he’s actively getting you thinks you want <3

-he loves words of affirmation especially when it’s accompanied by a shoulder pat or close hug. (He has parental issues AND religious trauma👍)

[onnahu]

I love when fics tell about Jason's room being left untpuched after his death. An unfinished homework on the desk, the bookmark on the page he left it.

But imagine Jason coming back to the manor only to find that his room looks like any other unused bedroom. Any photos, certificates, little trinklets that were displayed on the walls and on Bruce's workdesk gone. Every gift he ever gave him disappeared. Like he never existed. The only tell he ever was at the manor before is that damn memorial. 'A good solider'. Was he ever a son to Bruce?

I take from this comic panels:

(It's Bruce's bedroom, but the point is that there is no sign of Jason)

[universeskies]

Butch Pearl? Butch Pearl. Blessing The timeline with BUTCH PEARL YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! I WILL ALWAYS GIVE THEM THE TRINKLETS OF LOVE!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! TRINKLETS MERCH OF HER WIFE FR FR!!!

[papervi]

LOVE IN LETTERS

I. Dearest Odelia, as the night arrive and the choppy waters still, my thoughts run to you. Here, I drew a sketch of you from memory. I hope you like it... Love Always, Marcus

II. Dear sweet Marcus, your sketch warmed my heart greatly. How do you manage to capture every detail so perfectly, even when afar? I’m always in awe of you. I miss you. Here, I leave you with a shell I found. I have a matching one. May we reunite soon. Love forever, Odelia

III. Darling Odelia, how do you fare? Unfortunately, I may be out here longer than anticipated. I wished you were here. I’m sure you’d enjoy the sea breeze. Let’s go boating together once I’m back. Here’s a picture I took for you. Yours forever, Marcus

IV. Dearest Marcus, I miss you. I hope you’re well onboard and everyone is treating you well. I picked this flower thinking of you today, and thought why not send it along with my letter. I also tried my hand at drawing and drew a seal for you! ( Do you like it? ) I hope you receive it uncrushed. But if not, let’s go to the flower field together once you’re home. Waiting with love, Odelia

DIARIES AND TRINKLETS

Marcus' Diary.

13/6. A summer day. Odelia fast asleep after lunch. -- Curious about the camera, she later asked me to take a photo of her in her nicest dress. How cute.

Odelia's Diary.

One of my favorite drawings that Marcus drew. I coerced him to let me have that old artwork of his. & on the right is one of my most precious photo of him.

Marcus' Casette Tape.

Recordings he made for Odelia, in case she ever got lonely or bored whilst he was away.

Odelia's Keychain.

A surprise keychain and note she left in Marcus' bag. She hoped it would keep him company while on board.

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[4/5] 6TH Friendiversary Gift: ORCUS

@thepea-pod