#two blurbs in one day

[caregivingchrysalises]

goodnight, my knight

hello dears, this blurb uses masc terms for myself and those in my care and gender dysphoria is implied! if you’d like gendered blurbs like this or have thoughts on this one my asks are open ♡

oh my darling boy, oh sweetheart, hi my little knight, papa’s here, it’s going to be alright dewdrop, do you want to tell papa what’s on your mind? oh honey, there’s no one way to look or sound like a boy, it’s how you feel in your heart that matters angel. you’re the bravest little knight in all of the land my love, my heart will always hold space for you when yours feels unsure. i’m so proud of you my sweet boy, i love you so very much-

[popponn]

so what if mikage reo is running late and crashes to you—a culinary student, also late—on his rush. predictably, the coffee in his hand got spilled all over his expensive coat. unpredictably, you—a scholarship student too busy trying to survive—don't know how rich he actually is and automatically offer to compensate him somehow.

since washing his coat somehow will cost you ten times your rent while buying one is simply asking for a lifelong debt, you offer to him what you do best—your cooking for a full month. at first, reo really doesn't want it as he doesn't mind. also, stranger danger? but since you are adamant enough to even offer him "i will make it in front of you!" he ends up accepting it.

and somehow, as people say, a way to a man's heart is through his stomach. reo kind of falls in love a bit too hard and a bit too clumsily before he knows it. but hey, if the love of his life is offering him lunch with a full-blown smile maybe learning to be a proper domestic husband while juggling soccer and business is worth it.

#1:

"so, is it good?" you asked in the manner of a true excited cook.

reo wanted to say that he knew it would be good even before he put your food in his mouth. or say that even if you offer him to eat a marshmallow that is one fire he will still do it for you at this point. or maybe he really should just blurt out, "it is. please marry me and let me have your cooking for the rest of my life. i love you."

but, reo has his pride as your trusted food tester—so, with a wide grin that was objectively handsome if not a bit too full of love, reo answered, "very! guess, studying and testing all those spices really paid off, huh?"

#2:

"can you guys—" nagi paused, making a face as if he was tasting the words on his tongue, "—just get it together?"

you blinked. "uh? pardon?"

nagi didn't raise his head from his phone. "reo keeps looking at you like he wants to—"

"dude," chigiri interrupted, kicking nagi's leg visibly. nagi grunted, which chigiri ignored him in favor of offering you a nervous laugh instead. "sorry, reo kind of ruined his game yesterday. he kept grudges—"

"hey, reo kicked my head—"

chigiri immediately kicked nagi's shin hard enough that the table shook. you spared the white-haired male a pitying squint as you tried to not wince too much. you really should have gone to pick up the food with reo.

note: aka a post canon romcom au no plot no braincell just vibe of supportive x supportive. it's reo just falling in love with you who offer good food and good mental support. and hey this au entails classic "rich guy tries domestic mundane things he never even touch once" which of course would let to reo getting your guidance (while staring longing at you like a boy in love). at least this is reo, so through sheer power of natural learning capability and also love, he will do it right at the second or third time. oh, of course nagi and chigiri is there. chigiri wishes reo would stop bragging about your food and you if he isn't going to grow a bone and confess. nagi wishes reo would stop hitting him each time you send him an emoji or a praise—reo you are ruining his full combo. aka do you see idiot 1 & idiot 2? there is never too many idiots to lovers. might have went way too self indulgence thinking about this—"after bllk they still go to uni" this kind of thinking should tell you enough how many braincel is present here. but. uh yeah. "i want to support and comfort reo" is a feeling. anyway ok. thanks for reading this blurb i should be doing something else rn but 🫶 yeah have this. take this. love u.

[idyllcy]

saccharine - mike schmidt x reader

You taste like divine honey.

Mike decides that on a random Wednesday afternoon, Abby still at school, his face still buried in your cunt. 

You're a dripping mess around him, your slick sticking to the stubble of his half-shaved face, back arched as he curls his fingers in you again, taking the moment to breathe, but refusing to leave your pretty pussy alone. He has to be attached to you in some way. If he isn't. If he isn't. If he isn't, then he's sure the nightmares will come again. He'd pick drowning in your messy cunt than those dreams in a heartbeat. 

He pants, catching his breath as you clench around him again, tears in the corner of your eyes as you cum for the nth time. His name comes off as a weak whine from your lips as he fingers you through your orgasm, refusing to stay still as you cry about how you didn't have any more in you. He knows you do. Even if you don't want it, you haven't called your safeword yet, so he's free to continue with you.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a lewd squelch, bringing them to his lips, sucking on them as you recover from the orgasm, head turned to the side as your chest rises and falls with each breath, the thin layer of sheen on your skin. Then, when he's sure they're clean, he delves back into your cunt, tongue forcing past your folds, causing you to jolt, fingers flying to his hair and digging into his scalp, almost crying as you try to tell him you can't take any more, but it falls on deaf ears. 

He mumbles for one more as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, one of his hands going to lace with your fingers, giving you a gentle squeeze as he forces one last orgasm out of you, drinking it up as his head spins from the lack of oxygen, but oh heavens do you taste divine.

[lushaletta]

2:19 / remus lupin

remus is looking at you very lovingly. it’s almost as if he doesn’t want to look at anything else.

you indulge him, crawling into his lap and taking a seat like it’s yours.

“you’re killing me,” he mutters, knowing full well this is what he lives for.

your arms lace around his neck, your soft skin grazing upon his stubble. “maybe that’s been my plan all along, lupin.”

he’s had a hard day. one inconvenience after the other stacked on top of the other disasters that he calls his everyday.

it’s so hilariously tragic, his life, they’ve all turned away from him and he’s so close to letting you go from the thought you’ll end up like the rest.

but you smile, you bat your eyelashes,

and you’re the only thing he sees.

[gendervapor14]

martyrdom was a rose-tinted white flag. his smiles were rose-tinted fangs, and his love was a rose-tinted lie. the truth was a bloodied, broken beast. the truth was pointing a gun without any lead, without any heart. he preached martyrdom but he didn’t save that boy. he lost the boy, lost his mind, bit the wrong hand, stabbed the wrong back. martyrdom. tonight, he’d learn true martyrdom.

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frozen gales whipped against open wounds but nothing could sting anymore. no bullet could hurt, no chains could bind. tonight, they would be free. rose-tinted lenses shifted blood red. it was always going to end like this. it must be this way. there was never hope in his brother, but a light remained. the boy, saved by the lies that dug his grave. no more lead in his heart. tonight, he would be free.

artwork by @attyattlaw ♥ ~ prompt: martyr

previous prompt can be found here

thanks for hosting this event @corazon-week !

[theofreakingbell]

what if laufey was just doing that scandinavian thing where they let babies sleep outside alone to help their immune systems and odin just very badly misread the situation

[updownlately]

5 - why the hell do you love me?

series masterlist

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“Pleaseeee? I’ll do the dishes for the rest of the week?” Alessia pouted, eyes pleading as her eyes kept darting between you and the corner of your shared bedroom. 

“Lessi you’d already be doing them anyways…you made that promise yesterday when we were in the exact same situation,” you laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

“But-“

“Baby, it’s not that bad, I promise. You got this!” You grinned, eyes full of mirth.

You couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, you doing your best to hide your constant smile behind the neck of your hoodie.

“I’ll- I’ll…erm…,” head swivelling between both sides of the room, the blonde tried to come up with another trade, something, anything, that would get her out of this situation ASAP.

“I’ll take the blame the next five times we’re late for practice!” She yelped, eyes widening as she saw the slightest movement from the corner of her eyes, head whipping to stare intently at the opposite side of the room, her back to you.

You couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped you no matter how hard you tried. Nearly bent over, hands on your knees, you shook with laughter. Shaking your head as you rose to your standing form, you wiped a lone tear from the corner of your eye. Short of breath, you just barely managed to get the next words out.

“Love, if you stare any harder at it, I won’t even need to do anything here,” you jested.

“It’s not funny…” Looking briefly at you, the striker shot you a desperate look, eyes full of fear as she swallowed hard.

You finally relented, heart melting at just how absolutely terrified she looked.

“I’ll cut you a deal, yeah? I’ll take it out but you have to follow me as I do....”

Apparently that exchange wasn’t as good as you thought it was, Alessia whipping her head to give you an incredulous stare, momentarily forgetting about her woes. 

“No! What- Why?” She sputtered out, shooting you a pout before her voice turned sweet, chin tilting up towards you. “Baby, please can you just get rid of it? If you love me?”

Jaw dropping, a surprised look on your face at her antics, her attempt at guilt-tripping you nearly successful, you shook your head in mock disbelief.

“Less, what would you do if I wasn’t here? Like, you’d have to get rid of it by yourself somehow…” You shook your head in faux disappointment, a smile giving away just how annoyed you were (spoiler: it was not at all).

“I’d move out.”

The blonde’s reply was so definitive and quick, you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. 

“Less…” Rolling your eyes playfully, you made your way to the corner of the room, the paper you had been hiding behind your back finally making its presence known.

As you approached the barely penny-sized spider chilling on the wall, you could make out the sound of Alessia’s footsteps behind you, the noise getting suspiciously quieter and quieter with each step.

Turning in your tracks, hands on your hips, you tilted your head as you took in the blonde who was nearly halfway out the door, a sheepish smile on her face.

“Okay and where do you think you’re going?” Eyebrow raised in question, you tapped your foot as Alessia shot you an embarrassed look, no doubt ashamed at being caught mid-getaway. 

“…away?” Shooting you a toothy grin, the Arsenal striker took a slow step backwards, testing you.

Unfortunately for her however, you weren’t having it, enjoying her discomfort of arachnids too much to let her escape now.

“Nuh-uh, get back here…or I’m not taking it out,” you threatened, confident that Alessia wouldn’t take that risk.

And you were proven right in your judgement a second later, Alessia despondently making her way to you, shoulders caved inwards.

Grinning toothily, you quickly placed a peck on her cheek in appreciation before you made your way over to the spider, paper held taut.

Doing your best to teach the blonde how to catch spiders on her own, you made a point to show her how to hold the sheet of paper, curling it just enough to give it some structure as you wiggled it underneath the arachnid. 

Eyes dancing in amusement, you chuckled as Alessia watched you with wide eyes, stepping back quickly from you as you started walking towards the door, the spider on your paper like it was Aladdin.

“Love, I don't know what they teach you here in England but spiders can't fly....” you laughed out.

Getting a groan in return, your smile didn't leave your face for a second, cheeks beginning to hurt now.

Quickly making your way outside to the garden, you gently put the paper down on the ground as watched as the tiny eight-legged fuzzball scampered away. 

Standing upright, you turned to the blonde that had followed you. 

“What would you do without me?” You teased, a twinkle in your eye.

“Probably change homes every other day.” The cheeky response had you shaking your head with a smile on your face, eyes rolling at the dumb joke. 

Punching the striker playfully, you intertwined your fingers as you led her back inside.

“Please tell me you at least learned how I did that?”

You groaned as the Gunner shook her own head, the smile on her face saying everything. 

“Alessia!”

She shot you a toothy grin, bringing your intertwined hands up and placing a gentle kiss on the back of yours. “I guess you’ll just have to stick around for the rest of my life huh?.”

“So I can continue getting rid of spiders for you?” 

“Yup,” Alessia smirked, popping the ‘p’.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, y’know?” You smiled softly, liking the idea of forever with your girl.

Pulling away from the blonde, ready to head back to where you had initially been- on the couch reading your book- you placed another quick kiss on her cheek.

“By the way, you’re still taking the blame for the next five times we’re late for practice!” 

And with that, you took off, scrambling to get away from Alessia before she could protest, her groan of disapproval ringing throughout your home as you vibrated with laughter. 

Maybe a future of being your love’s designated spider catch didn’t sound so bad after all, especially not when the promise of forever was slipped in between. 

[i16leclerc]

- Jealousy ; Charles Leclerc

: Pairing : Charles x (g/n) Reader

summary : You decided to make Charles jealous by talking about another guy that you spend time with at work or is there no Jake?

warnings : none! // fluff!

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Your friend had dared you to prank your boyfriend Charles Leclerc, the F1 driver you had been dating for a few months now. You were hesitant at first, not wanting to upset him, but your friend convinced you it would be harmless fun.

So, when you met up with Charles for dinner that night, you decided to give it a try. As you talked about your day, you casually dropped in the name of another guy you knew from work. "Oh, I saw Jake today," You said, watching for Charles' reaction.

At first, he didn't seem to notice. But as the night went on, you could tell he was getting more and more irritated. He kept asking you questions about Jake, wanting to know who he was and what he was doing with his girlfriend.

You couldn't help but feel guilty as Charles' anger grew. You knew you had gone too far, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it just yet. You tried to steer the conversation away from Jake, but Charles kept bringing it back up.

Finally, You couldn't take it anymore. "It was just a prank, Charles," you said, trying to hide your laughter. "There's no Jake. It was all a joke."

Charles' face turned red with anger. "A joke? You think this is funny?" he growled, his voice low and intimidating.

You could feel your heart racing as Charles leaned in closer to you. "Do you have any idea how jealous that made me feel?" he continued. "To think that some other guy was trying to steal you away from me?"

You tried to apologize, but Charles wasn't having it. "I don't know if I can trust you anymore," he said, his voice still low and menacing. "You need to make it up to me."

You knew you had messed up, and you were willing to do whatever it took to make things right with Charles. As the night went on, you talked things out and made amends. Eventually, the tension between you dissipated, and you found ourselves cuddled up together on the couch at home.

Charles laid his head on your chest, his breathing slow and steady. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and sincere.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "I love you too, Charles. And I promise, no more pranks."

"I'm still not satisfied with your apology, ma cheríe" Charles said, taking his head of your chest and pulling you on top of him.

The night was long with lots of screaming, you definitely were getting complains from the neighbors the next day!

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!! this imagine was writing by @i16leclerc, don't copy or translate without my permission, all rights reserved, 2023 !!

- 🍷Note : i hope you liked my first imagine!<3

💬 : i16leclerc is offline.

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[stvharrngton]

omg hi!!! first of all, congrats on 1K!! that's huge and you deserve every bit of it 🫶🏻

second of all, can i request something with "have it your way, then. just be prepared for the consequences." from the first prompts list the consequences being steve edging reader with her favorite toy 👀

congrats on your milestone once more!

- @hornyhornyhimbos 🖤

hi babe! thank you so much and thank you for requesting, here it is i hope you enjoy 🥺💗 @hornyhornyhimbos

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, use of sex toys, edging, dom!steve and sub!reader vibes

prompt: “have it your way, then. just be prepared for the consequences.”

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

It started out as a game. A simple gamble to see how far you could push him, to see how hard you could push his buttons. A little fun for yourself, was the intention.

You didn’t expect to end up in this situation. Naked, your back pressed against Steve’s mattress, his head buried in your neck as the vibrator sat deep in your cunt, the two little ears brushing against your clit. Your hair stuck to your forehead in a sweaty mess, head rolling back in the sweet pleasure of it all.

Mewling beneath the boy, you were desperate. You’d been chasing your orgasm for the last hour or so, Steve unrelenting and cruel as he tore the toy away from your pussy the second he got wind you were close to the edge. You’d stopped telling him you were about to cum, but he still knew, Steve always knew. And you cursed him every single time for it.

You’d gone to a party together, the sweet taste of the cherry vodka you’d been sipping making you a little needy. A craving for your boyfriend’s affection overcoming your senses.

Steve had been pulled away from you all night, barely able to sneak a kiss to his pretty pink lips. Despite being well out of high school, and the moniker of King Steve dropped long ago, he was still a household name amongst Hawkins natives, with many seeing the opportunity to catch up with the boy.

It had you in a sulk, a pretty little pout on your lips all evening. So you had an idea, a light bulb moment if you will. Grabbing the nearest guy you could find to pull you on the dancefloor, eyelashes fluttering as you swatted at his chest playfully. You giggled wildly, pretending to lap up whatever stupid joke he had told you.

Your plan worked, so to say, Steve’s eyes darted over to you in the corner and more importantly, to the guy’s hand getting closer and closer to your waist. He flew over to you, fingers wrapping around your wrist as he sent a glare the guy’s way.

Steve pulled you into the hallway, his frame towering over yours as you felt your back press against the wall.

“What’re you doing, huh, baby?” Steve asked, loud enough over the music, his finger hooking underneath your chin.

You blinked up at your boyfriend with those doe eyes of yours, lips pursed together as the rumblings of arousal began to turn in your stomach. You shrugged, skin tingling with anticipation, “N-nothing, Stevie.”

“Fine, have it your way, then. Just be prepared for the consequences.” He’d told you, simply.

And that’s how you ended up on the boy’s bed, pussy sopping and clit swollen. Writhing on the bed beneath him, his lips tugging up into a smirk once more as he pressed kisses along your neck.

“Steve, please,” you whined, hips canting upwards, trying to fuck yourself on the toy.

He chuckled against your skin, breath hot and heavy as he turned up the intensity of the vibrator. Your back arched as he spoke, “What’s the matter, sweet girl, huh? You wanna cum, is that it?”

Steve’s tone was teasing, his gruff voice mocking your wound up form. Your pussy fluttered around the shaft of the toy, your arousal leaking all over the sheets. You were a pent up mess, frustration evident in the way you clutched at Steve’s broad shoulders, fingernails leaving crescent shapes in his skin.

“Please,” you cried, “oh, pleasepleaseplease, Stevie, baby, I can’t–” you felt dizzy, your mind overcome with pleasure and the desperate need to cum. You weren’t above begging, but Steve was cruel. A little mean.

“Aw,” he cooed, “you can’t what? Can’t take it anymore?” His hand working to fuck the toy in and out of your hole faster, harder. The vibrations going straight to your core, shivers running down your spine.

“Fuck!” you yelped, the sensation of it all a sweet pain mixed with pleasure as your clit throbbed against the ear’s of the vibrator, “Need to cum, Steve, please, so bad.”

Steve hummed against your chest, lips sucking on your pert nipple, releasing with a pop, “I don’t think I should let you cum yet, though,” he said, a thoughtful look on his face, “think you need to be taught a lesson, no?”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets, voice stuttering and stammering as you whined out, “No, Stevie, I’ll be good, I promise,” your lips skirted across Steve’s jawline, your kisses a desperate attempt to appease him, “I’m your good girl.”

Steve huffed through his nose, eyes rolling back at your words. Your voice was small and gentle, he was all but ready to give in to you.

“Do good girls dance and flirt with other guys, hm? I don’t think so, honey.” Steve slowed his hand now, the strokes of the vibrator long and slow against your walls.

You groaned. You were close. So fucking close. Cursing Steve under your breath, you gnawed on your bottom lip as you pleaded with the boy with your eyes. It crossed your mind, you would admit, to snatch the damned thing out of his hand and fuck yourself with the toy hard and fast until you were gushing all over it. But you knew better.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, “‘m sorry, I just wanted your attention. Please.”

Steve chuckled at you then, a sweet little laugh rumbling in his chest as he smiled at you so softly. The domineering act almost falters at your words. Almost.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you? My needy little girl, you just wanted some loving, huh?” He cooed, setting the intensity of the vibrator to the highest notch, fucking the toy in and out of your puffy pussy quicker now.

“Yeah, yes, shit–” your back arched now, the coil in your stomach twisting and turning, “jus’ wanted you, Steve. Please–”

It was a silent plea, refusing to ask the question anymore. Steve cut you off with his lips, a hot and messy meld of your lips as you felt the burn below grow. You were right on the cusp of your orgasm, praying that Steve would finally give in to you.

He would, like he always did eventually. The need to see you orgasm overtaking the urge to tease and edge you, the boy craving your moans and whimpers like nothing else.

“Come on then, baby, go ‘head and cum. I think you’ve earned it.” He spoke against your lips, the toy working in and out of your pussy at a delicious pace, the wet squelch of your cunt and your breathy moans the only sound in the room.

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t thank him, your thoughts gone as your orgasm finally hit you. And it hit you hard. Your back arched, pressing your bare chest into Steve, all while his hand continued to fuck the toy into you. You cried out below him, your walls clenching and squeezing.

“Oh, I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, his free hand stroking your thigh soothingly, “that’s it, good fucking girl. Look so pretty when you cum.”

You lay there spent as Steve coaxed you through your orgasm, your limbs shaking as you saw stars, your head airy and fuzzy. Your eyes fluttered open to see Steve staring at you with that usual dopey love-sick grin he sported.

“You know,” he started, “you could have just said if you wanted me to take you home and fuck you, babe.”

Which only earned him an affectionate smack on the shoulder.

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

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After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[quaranmine]

by the way do you remember at the beginning of september when i was sad because the libby audio book i wanted had like an eight week hold on it? anyway yeah i got the book AND I DONT EVEN LIKE IT

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2023. THAT WE MAY LIVE and NO EDGES from Two Lines Press.

NO EDGES came in my Migrations subscription box earlier this year, and I finally got around to reading it this week! It's a collection of Swahili fiction translated to English. I love little multi-author anthologies because it's the perfect amount of taste testing without committing. My favorites were A Neighbor's Pot by Lusajo Mwaikenda Israel and the excerpt from Nakuruto by Clara Momanyi.

Up next is THAT WE MAY LIVE, which is speculative Chinese fiction in translation! The whole series of books looks really cool, so I'll probably be adding all of these to my library piecemeal.

[popponn]

a seat beside you. [isagi yoichi x reader]

notes: reader's gender unspecified, however mentioned to wear make up to cover up eyebags.

Isagi Yoichi doesn't really pay attention to many things that are not soccer. But, it was hard not to notice things about his seatmate. The one who was seated a few centimeters away from him every day—

You, the star student everyone relies on.

He knew that this was a way for his teachers to scold him to pay more attention to the class. Because if not so, then there was no reason to purposely put him—a student who is mediocre at most and forgetting assignments at worst—next to a perfect record of equally perfect scores like you. But, it wasn't as if it was a bad thing.

You helped Yoichi a lot by pointing at his textbook to where the teacher was explaining whenever he blanked out, explaining some parts on breaks when he asked, and even at some point you started to teasingly remind him about the homework through text.

All in all, you were very pleasant to have.

But, it truly was hard to not notice some things about you too as time went on.

Sometimes, your shoulder sagged and you had a faraway look on your face. At other times, your laugh comes out just a bit too stilted than usual. And just recently, the eyebags you hid under a tiddly applied makeup started to show up even more often.

At some point, to him, it became so easy to tell whenever you push yourself too much.

Yoichi was not quite sure he was close enough to ask you about things like this. He is just some classmate who happened to have his seat beside you and your number saved in his phone. He was also definitely not the best at reaching out to people effortlessly without any hint of awkwardness. Yoichi's anxious heart urged him to just stay silent—and it would not be wrong. He was simply not crossing the line of 'classmates' between the two of you.

But, it also felt wrong to do that.

You are a kind person. Yoichi didn't know many things about you, but you are indeed someone who helped him even when you didn't have to. You are also the only one who cared enough to ask him about his practice and how he was doing in class—it felt wrong to just ignore everything and watch you keep up the act in silence for whatever reason you might had.

That was why, during that Friday, Yoichi braved himself to ask you, his tone shushed, even as the class started to grow emptier.

"Hey, listen, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but... are you okay? You look tired recently, so..."

And when he got a tired smile and a nervous laugh from you, let out through sagged shoulders and a long sigh with a hint of relief mixed in it, Yoichi felt so glad he chose to.

notes: isagi is an observant person, and there are some people who keep up the "mask" more than anyone else. but don't you think when you are in close proximity with someone every day, you can't really help but notice things about them? isagi is very soccer-headed, but he is kind and not an ungrateful person i think. this thing is a bit more mellow than my usual ones since the main feeling here is "ah, someone who keeps up a mask a lot of time contrasts isagi a lot. but if you think about it, isn't someone like isagi a good match for someone like that too in some degree?". also at the time when i wrote this, my feelings were a bit heavy, but in the end, i still enjoy writing even under such a feeling. I hope to come back to this idea again one day. in the tone of 'developing romance' and such, especially with isagi who seems to understand how it was to accommodate other people. i will think more about this premise again someday, it seems fun to explore more. all in all, think of it as another "more of a prologue meet cute" thing.

[titanbabyeams]

Roy Mustang never fully connected with the concept of ‘giving your daughter away’ until he released her after walking her down the aisle.

Logically, he knows it’s been a long time in the making. He’s seen less and less of his daughter as she’s grown-up but it’s strange to sit at her wedding reception, knowing she’s officially a part of a family he will only have limited contact with. That she will have an entire life separate from him, regardless of how close they are.

He’s okay with that. It doesn’t feel wonderful, no, but he trusts the man his daughter has chosen to marry. A half-Ishvalan, open-minded and extroverted fellow. They dated for five years before even approaching the topic of marriage. Now, at 23, his daughter is married.

“It’s a dry wedding, I can’t even drown my emotions,” Jean bemoans as he worms his way between Roy and an empty chair.

“Sophia isn’t a fan of alcohol,” Roy explains as if Jean doesn’t already know this, “And we do have at least one sober alcoholic in attendance.” Edward Elric’s oldest child, who is currently pretending to cry in a picture with his newly-wed daughter. He’s quite the character but has always been gentle with Sophia.

“Yeah, yeah. How ya feelin’, Chief? Like you’re losin’ her forever?”

“Please.” Roy tears his eyes away from her—clad in traces of Ishvalan culture, blending with a classic white wedding dress—and to his friend. “She still crawls into bed with me if Simeon leaves early enough. I will not be rid of her, even in death.” Roy’s eyes find his daughter again. She’s beautiful, he’s so proud of her.

Jean barks a laugh, good-natured even after everything. “Don’t sound so disappointed.”

Sophia laughs at something Winry says to her, and Simeon is at her side grinning along. Roy isn’t sure either of them have stopped smiling this entire time. The reception is exclusive only to close friends and families, and neither of them have slipped from their ‘slightly higher than normal’ cheerful demeanor.

“Have you taken a picture with her?” Roy asks Jean. “A serious one, don’t think I didn’t notice that photo you took with her earlier.”

“Hey, it was Fuery’s idea!” Jean defends, “And Sophie loved it so much, she was the first to pose. We did take a serious photo, thank you very much.”

“Good.” Roy smiles, “Good. As eccentric as they may be, I am sure even they will be glad for some more sentimental photos.”

“I’m not sure the Elrics are physically capable of a serious photo,” Jean reaches onto the table to snag a chocolate mint, popping it in his mouth. “Ya should’ve seen Ed earlier, he’s having more fun with this wedding than his own, I swear.”

“Less stressful that way, I’m sure,” He remarks quietly.

“What was that?” Comes the ever-familiar voice of his dearly beloved.

Roy laughs, somewhat nervously. “Nothing, Dear,” He looks over at Riza, “You look lovely. Did you do your hair today?”

She rolls her eyes—but he can see the smile. He’s won. “Come. Sophia would like pictures with her parents.”

“Wow, Chief,” Jean shakes his head, low and disappointed, “Getting on my case and ya haven’t even taken a photo with her yet.”

“Go fuck yourself, Havoc.” Roy stands and pats his friend’s shoulder as he breaks into laughter again.

He takes his wife’s arm in his own. “How did we get so lucky?” He asks her as they weave around the tables.

“Luck.” Riza pats his arm, “And maybe the tiniest bit of paranoia.”

“Funny.”

Sophia catches sight of them and she brightens, as if she wasn’t already the brightest and most gorgeous person in attendance.

He truly, truly regrets nothing that’s led him to this moment.

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #16

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Warmth caressed her face, and tender softness pressed to her mouth. Something moist parted her lips and air rushed into her lungs.

She blinked then, realizing that she wasn’t going to die.

Huge green eyes stared back at her. Eyes of a strange creature, with slitted pupils and lime sclera.

She let out all her fresh air in a gasp of bubbles.

The creature rolled its eyes with a smile, before pressing its lips to hers again.

She was being kissed. That’s what had happened.

Air filled her lungs again, and this time she kept it as the strange being wrapped it’s arms around her and swam.

It broke the surface under the bridge, and dragged her over to lay on the shore. Echoes of panic filled the air from the bridge above.

She was too exhausted to do anything but stare at her rescuer.

It looked like a mermaid, but one from a horror story rather than the beautiful fairytales. It was at least friendly as he smiled at her with sharp teeth. His taloned fingers touched her face gently.

He had long, thin, golden fins on his head that looked like hair. His skin was tan and almost bronze, and littered with green stripes.

“What…are you…?” She breathed.

His smile widened. “I guess your soulmate now!” He chuckled. “Glad to see you’re okay. My heart would break if a girl as beautiful as you died.”

“You’re…what?”

He kissed her nose. “We’ll meet again, Princess. When the ice melts.”

“Marinette! Marinette are you there?!” Alya screamed.

The creature disappeared into the water, a green striped tail flicking out once before he vanished.

Marinette continued to lay there, wondering what was real, and what was the shock of a near death experience.

“Oh thank god, she swam out!” Miss Bustier ran towards her.

Several other classmates surrounded her then, checking on her and fretting over what to do.

“A merman…” Marinette whispered. “I saw a merman.”

“She is definitely hypothermic,” said her classmate, Max. “How far is the ambulance?”

“It’s getting close!” Said Nino, phone in hand.

Another pressing matter came to Marinette, and she wasn’t about to let it be. “…Lila pushed me…She did it on purpose.”

“It was an accident!” Lila sobbed with crocodile tears.

“She pushed me…she hates me…he saved me…”

A warm hand pressed to her face. “Don’t worry about all that, girl. Just rest.”

[cross-d-a]

WOOFFF taking a short break from the murderbot series but DAMN am I emotionally compromised