#will I ever stop waxing poetry about him???

[theroundbartable]

Do you ever think about how when Arthur first met Merlin, Merlin was his only friend. (Like, if you don't count Morgana, and for the sake of the joke, let's pretend he wouldn't be going to her and she somehow didn't notice...)

So, if he'd wanted to rant about his crush on Merlin, he'd rant about it to Merlin.

Arthur: it's just- I've never had someone be this honest and direct with me without fearing consequences, you know?

Merlin, who'd figured it out the moment Arthur had waxed poetry about his eyes and hair: uhu. I think you should tell him. Who knows? He might like you back

Arthur: He would never :(

Merlin: look, honey, guys like that are always into rich blondes. I'm sure he's no exception

Arthur: he's an exception to everything!!! I mean, he's a peasant but he's also literate! And probably smarter than me. Why would someone this smart like someone as stupid as me

Merlin: *blank stare* stop acting like a dollophead.

Arthur: *on the verge of crying* that's what he calls me too!!!!

[ataliagold]

Knocking Me Out With Those American Thighs

For @astrangersummer week 1 prompt 'short shorts'. Title from Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (pre-relationship)

Rating: Teen (swearing)

W/C - 848

Tags: Post Season 4 Volume 2, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, flirting, Steve Harrington wears short shorts, summer, pool party, sun bathing, water balloons, Steve Harrington's thighs, Eddie Munson is suffering

Summary: Steve sunbathes in the tiniest shorts Hawkins has ever seen. Eddie tries and fails to keep his cool.

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Eddie was suffering.

Not just from the heat of the midday sun baking him alive, or from the way his hair was practically glued to his sweat-slick neck.

No, the worst of his suffering was caused by Steve Harrington’s thighs.

They were going to kill him.

Eddie couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t, he just had to keep glancing over at where the other boy was lying in the grass, skin bare except for the tiniest pair of shorts Eddie had ever seen. They barely covered the top half of his thighs for fuck’s sake, what was even the point in them…

The guy’s naked chest and torso had already done a number on Eddie. But when Steve had laid down, stretched out to sunbathe in his backyard, those already-skimpy shorts had ridden up even higher, revealing a slightly paler strip of skin stretched tight over lean muscle and Eddie had had to sit on his damn hands to stop himself from reaching out and just touching…

A water balloon smacked into the side of Eddie’s face, momentarily dragging his attention away from Steve’s hairy thighs.

Luckily for Dustin, who was standing with his hands on his hips nearby and rolling his eyes at Eddie, the balloon hadn’t burst. If it had, Eddie might’ve strangled the kid himself.

“Hey, we said no water balloons near us!” Robin grumbled, sitting up to glare at the kid.

“I called your name three times,” Dustin complained to Eddie. “Not my fault you were too busy staring at Steve.”

Eddie’s eyes darted sideways, sensing movement from Steve. The boy cracked open an eye to give Eddie a brief glance, then closed it again, the tiniest smirk spreading across his face.

“I was not, you little shrimp,” Eddie snapped. “Now what do you want?”

“Come throw the rings into the pool for me? Lucas and Mike keep grabbing them before I can reach them, and I want to try and dive for them.”

Eddie snorted. “What are you, a fucking dolphin?”

“Language,” Steve mumbled lazily, not opening his eyes.

“Apologies, my liege, I’ll try to keep my language appropriate around your little charges.”

“Thank you.”

Eddie stood, wincing a little as he reached up to touch his rapidly reddening shoulders. Unlike Steve, he wasn’t gifted with a natural golden glow to his skin. He was pasty, usually sheet-white.

And now, he was steadily burning to a crisp.

Grumbling under his breath, Eddie stole one last look at the prone Steve, let his eyes run over his form for as long as he thought he could get away with. He could wax poetry about his thighs, about his torso, about the moles dotting his chest and stomach like constellations…

“Eddie?”

Fuck.

“Yeah, Steve?” His response came out as almost a squeak.

“You’re burnt. Once you’re finished entertaining Dustin, come back and get some sunblock on, I’ll help with your shoulders.”

Eddie swallowed thickly. Because that meant Steve would have his hands on him, all sun-warm as he spread sunblock across Eddie’s sensitive skin…

Steve opened his eyes then, rolling over to face Eddie and propping his head up on his hand with his elbow bent.

“And then after that, you can do my back.”

He fucking winked.

Eddie backpeddled, nodding quickly then turning around and doing his best to not trip over his feet as he scrambled after Dustin.

“Dude, you’re the least subtle person I’ve ever seen,” Dustin whispered to him as they walked towards the pool.

“Shut up.”

Eddie threw the rings half-heartedly into the pool, Dustin diving for them in a…not so impressive display of athleticism, but he would emerge eventually and toss the colourful rings back at Eddie, the other kids watching on.

As it tended to do, Eddie’s attention drifted back to Steve.

He was up now, chasing Robin around in the grass with the still-intact water balloon in hand. Robin was shrieking and trying to slap at him with her book, sunglasses flying from her hair. Steve hurled the water balloon, but it slapped against Robin’s back and plopped to the ground without breaking again.

Lightning quick, Robin picked it up and threw it hard back at Steve.

It smacked onto Steve’s chest and burst.

Eddie’s wide eyes drifted down.

Steve’s tiny shorts were now soaked, Robin doubled over with laughter as the water trickled down his torso and collected at the waistband.

Eddie’s gaze followed the path of water through Steve’s chest hair, down the soft planes of his stomach and small swell of his abdominal muscles, tracking past the healing scars on his sides…

When he looked up again, Steve’s eyes were on him.

Just as Eddie was trying to craft an excuse as to why he was openly ogling the guy again, Steve swiped the bottle of sunblock from the grass, holding it up with a little wiggle to Eddie, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Eddie dropped Dustin’s rings into the water without looking, ignoring the kid’s protests, and strode towards Steve.

The other boy’s smile spread wider, his eyes twinkling.

Eddie was fucked.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

YOOO I SEE U FELLOW UNUS ANUSER🫵🫵 i fucking love ur works keep at it bestie pls feed our delusions😫😫

may i ask for, dan heng, blade and jing yuan with a sweet and kind s/o but the moment theyre (the characters) are talked to in a disrespectful way, s/o is immediately turning into a guard dog with a “i’ll tear out your guts with my hand showed down your throat”? idk i just love feral but also gentle s/o tropes so much😔

Thank you 🫵 my fellow Unus Anuser for the ask and enjoying my writings, despite me thinking half of them could be better but I’m not going to complain if ppl enjoy them regardless.

Dan Heng:

He’s taken aback by your sudden threats of violence towards a random pedestrian for intentionally bumping into him.

He was more use to Caelus rummaging through trash cans before waxing poetry about them and whenever March 7th going off on her own as it was expected of their characters.

You however? His sweetheart, his precious jewel and beloved partner? It was extremely unexpected. Dan Heng had to physically stop you from actually fulfilling your threat by holding you against him before putting a good deal of distance between you and the rude individual.

He’s not against you defending his honour, he just doesn’t want you engaging in fights with random people just because they said something about him that you didn’t like. He didn’t want you to stoop to their level and become like them, no matter how good your reasonings for doing so may be. Dan Heng just wants you to be better than them and not give them the reaction that they needed to fuel their own narratives.

That and Dan Heng knew that you could easily kick their ass but he didn’t felt like dealing with being chased by the authorities for unprovoked acts of violence. However some exceptions can be made to this but Dan Heng would much rather that you kept out of trouble, just for his sake and his sanity as he didn’t want to make breaking you out of jail a reoccurring thing.

Jing Yuan:

His interest is peaked.

Who’d knew that someone as sweet and kind as you had such a vicious side, waiting to come out.

Jing Yuan didn’t care for much what others said about him, but having you come to his defence without hesitation had him smiling with pride. His reputation precedes him wherever he went, so naturally he wasn’t going to be easily intimidated by senseless yapping of others, especially those who had not even the slightest clue of the things he’s put himself through in order to get where he was.

While Jing Yuan appreciates your need to stick up for him, he didn’t think it was necessary for you to waste your time and energy on those who lack the capacity to listen to a voice that wasn’t their own.

‘Always pick your battles wisely my dear,’ he said all the while looking at the person who insulted him dead in the eye with that half asleep expression of his, ‘for most aren’t worth fighting in.’ He finishes before gently pulling you by the waist and walking away.

Blade:

He had an inkling that there was more to you than meets the eye. However he didn’t expect someone who went out of their way to feed stray kittens and puppies, patch up his wounds despite knowing he could heal, would ever spout such detailed threats towards another person.

He didn’t give two shits about what people said about him that he hasn’t heard before, he had long grown immune to ignore the comments from those who didn’t know him nor his past. Yet he couldn’t help but revel in the look of surprise on the persons face the words left your lips, chuckling softly at the countless possible thoughts that must be running through their head in that moment.

It was always the sweetest people that everyone was the least suspicious about, it was near enough impossible to fathom that they were capable of hurting anyone.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing is what described you best in this moment as Blade watched you with new found interest. He found this side of you rather exciting and wanted nothing more than to help you hone in on this side of you and use it to your advantage; Yet he found another part of himself wanting to be the one inciting violence, as he refuses you to tread the same path he did, he wouldn’t allow it.

After all he was the weapon.

He was the one stained in the blood of others.

He was the one that inflicted pain onto others and himself and it was something he will continue to do until death was finally granted to him in whatever form that may be. Blade will refuse you from ever embracing that side of yourself if it meant sending you on a projectory much like his own.

You were his light in the dark for a reason and while it was reassuring to know that you had what it took to fight back, Blade would much rather be the one to fight instead and to be the one to keep your hands clean of blood and violence overall.

[glassrowboat]

Daydream in a Nightmare

Authors note: I read a soulmate au where with dream sharing. Everytime you fall asleep you and your SM would meet in a world that would reflect your consciousness and who you were. So down below are the boys and what I think the places their dreams would depict.

Mondstadt

Diluc: The cathedral. His mom, back when she was alive, used to play during service and afterwards Diluc ran over greeting her with the biggest smile, asking her to play him one more song. She never failed to. Maybe that's why there's always a gentle melody playing whenever you see him as he rests his fingers over the same white tiles, simply trying to remember how to play.

Kaeya: The Dawn Winery. Or at least parts of it. Behind closed doors there's the scent of grass, of dirt, and the faintest smell of ash. He says it's simply the vineyard that in the real world would be right outside, but he knows well as he pulls your hand from the doorknob that it's ruins of a fallen nation haunting him right on the other side.

Albedo: Glass walls. A maze of mirrors and reflections. If you ever have stopped to bother to count between Albedo’s musings as he shares with you the secrets of the world, you'd notice that for some reason he always has more reflections in the walls around you than of your own figure. Like there's more of him than there is of you.

Venti: Old Mondstadt. Back before the revolution, back when there were people in the streets wishing their God weren't so unjust, but in his dreams that wall of spiraling wind is never there. A warped perception of a life he wished to have lived as he sits in your lap not as Venti the bard, but a wind sprite trying to bury into your clothes for warmth. Just don't call him pipsqueek or he'll try and bite your fingers. Playfully. You think.

Liyue

Zhongli: A place that no longer exists, one torn away by this world during the archon war. It's unlike him not to comment on a place, a trinket, an item, as you pick something up and fiddle with it, but this place he never goes into full detail on. However, he will tell you all about the artisanship of the table you two are sharing tea over.

Baizhu: His home back in Chenyu Vale, back before the illness hit his village, back before his parents passed away. Just a modest home that shows signs of being truly well lived in and loved. Mindlessly while you two talk he'll be cleaning the place, just the way he always does at the pharmacy. Though it does help give him something to fill the silence. It turns out he's a lot more used to Changsheng chiming in with comments than he thought. He just hopes you two get along when the time to meet in person finally comes about.

Ga ming: A festival. There's water kicking up at everyone's feet, up to everyones ankles as people with their face covered in all manner of masks walk you both by. Ga ming would pull you along from booth to booth, trying his best to win prizes despite the fact you both know they'll be gone by the time you wake.

Xiao: A Chinese pavilion in the sky. You walk among the clouds as you follow the path of the street, looking over the accents that seem somehow both rich in color and dull, muddied all at the same time. Something you've noticed from his dreams compared to yours, his always have a lingering black fog creeping in at the corner of your eyes. It makes you feel like someone else is in this world with you, like there's eyes waiting to do more than just watch.

Inazuma

Kazooha: A meadow. The wind passes you both by, stirring up pages of books you two sit reading in silence. You can't help but wonder if these are all books he's read before, especially the ones that wax poetry or something else. His thoughts, perhaps? Maybe Kazuha's very own writings? But that matters little as his head is resting on your shoulder as you try to catch words between the fluttering sheets of paper.

Itto: A kabuki play. It always ends up in you two hiding away in the back room where the performers would get ready before getting back out on stage for the next act. You would see the brightest of colors, richest of fabrics, and practiced movements so fine tuned that you can't understand why Itto is so focused on taking the makeup on the vanity in the back simply so he can paint your face with red marks just like his. To each their own you suppose, and who are you to complain when it means drawing hearts on his arm when Itto isn't paying attention?

Gorou: A tea house. It's a small place, simple, but certainly not lacking charm as Gorou pours you a cup. At first the fact you could actually taste the rich herbs on your tongue in this dreamscape threw you off, but now it's just another part of this odd reality. But saying that, the first time you spat out the drink he offered as soon as the bitter taste hit you. Apparently he never expected you to not already be used to green tea. The poor fella was apologizing for the rest of the night, ears laid flat on his head and tail tucked between his legs. It's okay though, you made it even by trying to give him dog treats. It was you having to beg for forgiveness then.

Thoma: It was different this time. No glowing blue flowers and a forest that you two would stroll through mindlessly while chatting for hours. No, this time Thoma was sitting on a wooden platform below a giant stone statue. Intriguing, yes, but mattered little compared to the rope burns around his wrist. He tried to tell you not to worry about it. That it was an accident. But that mattered little as your lips pressed to the red, irritated skin and he gave you a strained smile. You knew better than to ask about it more from there.

Ayato: It's ever changing. It's like he is constantly thinking of something whenever He falls asleep and it reflects in his dreams. Once it was a Japanese styled room the next it was some room in Fontaine's architecture. But it's always a bedroom. A place of relaxation as Ayato buries his head in your lap like it was a pillow. He'll whine about being overworked until you're tempted to pull on his hair just to make the man shut up for once, but last time you did that it led to the bed being used for a lot more than just rest. For now just pat his head and let him vent, the man needs it.

Sumeru

Kaveh: A sketch brought to life from his mothers blueprints. One he saw his mother sketching back when Kaveh was a boy and she would let him sit on her lap, let him comment on the drawings. She would always find some way to incorporate his addictions into the sketch. Nowadays he knows the building that was actually constructed in the end to be simpler, duller than the one his mother wanted, but in his dreams with you it stands tall and proud.

Al Haitham: An attic. It's dusty and it clearly had a hole in the roof that was covered over by some wooden planks and nails. A patch work job that needs to be fixed but if you ever take the time to bother with it while Al Haitham sits in an old rocking chair covered by a quilt reading the night away it will only be there the next dream cycle. It pisses you off. He pisses you off. All nonchalance and an apathetic look even as you plop yourself in his lap and take that book away. And what pisses you off even more? How he dares to call you needy as he holds you close. It's best to ignore the fact he started reading over your shoulder.

Tighnari: Pardis Dhyai. He'll sit on the walkway watching you kick the water of the ponds around, paying no mind to when you splash at him. Not anymore at least. He's learned quickly if he makes a snarky comment you'll give one back and it'll go on and on until somehow it ends in him getting dragged into the pond with you. Both dripping algae filled water as he wondered what gods made this numbskull his mate.

Cyno: Lambad's Tavern. Everytime he would come back from treks in the desert he would go there, get a drink, and play a round of cards with whoever was willing. It was a pattern. Work, work, rest, and more work. But now he didn't have to constantly be on work mode as he sat with you in the old booth shuffling cards as he tried to explain to you how TCG works. So far everytime you lose you've thrown those elemental dice and him, and with a smile he lets them hit him in the head despite being fully able to dodge them. His soulmate is such a sore loser.

Wanderer: Shakkei Pavilion. He hates it. Hates that this is the place his unconscious has chosen to sink onto so stubbornly. His wooden fingers would slide over the paintings depicting Scaramouche’s past that has now been severed from him in everyone's eyes but Nahida and the Traveler. If you knew, would you still hold his hand? Would you still trace the details of his joints and comment that you find his pretty face such a stark contrast to his sharp words? He's afraid to find out, the idea that you might be his fourth betrayal always lingering in the back of his mind.

Fontaine

Neuvillette: Under the water where the currents would carry stray bits of seaweed and fish swimming past. The first time you shared a dream with him here he had to calm you down as instinctively you held your breath, taking your hands in his and assuring you if he can talk like this, you can suck in air just as well. It took some time getting used to, but now he watches as you grab starfish off the ocean floor and bring them over to him like a prize to be presented. This is what humans must be like Neuvillette tells himself as you braid them into his hair.

Worcestershire sauce: A home. A nice one at that. Big, had decent furnishings, pictures of kids hung up on the wall. If you listened closely enough you could even hear children playing outside from the cracked open windows that showed the brightest sky outside. Wriothesly would walk behind you as you would watch the grass blowing in the wind, not saying a word as he rested his chin on top of your head. He never thought he'd be back here again. The very place made him feel sick to his stomach, but with you? It was bearable. Even as you tried to grab his handcuffs from him.

Snezhnaya

Childe: His childhood home. Back before the renovations he bought for the place with his money as a harbinger, back before the redecorating of rooms to fit more children, and back to what the house was like when he was just a boy yet to fall into the abyss. Back when everything was simpler. He would pick up toys that have gone missing, never to be seen again and stare in wonder how it all is exactly how he remembers it. It makes it so much easier to be Ajax with you, rather than Tartaglia.

Dottore: The hospital he was working in when trying to help Eleazar patients. For the life of him does he hate it, being back in the desert always having to tip his shoes out of sand that never seems to fully clear off. It doesn't help you try and pour sand down his shirt, but in a way he supposes it's better you two stay out here under that blistering sun than you going inside to be met with the smell of death. No, you don't need to know about that side of him just yet.

Pantalone: His office. It always makes it hard to tell at first if he's awake, not when the same scene greets him either way. You always joke about him being married to his work and you're the mistress in this relationship. At this point he counts on the comment as soon as his eyes flutter open and he's greeted with the sight of you sitting on the desk he's been using as a pillow. Still, he can never help the genuine smile at seeing you once again.

Captain: A flower field. The snowdrops peek out from under the fluffy blanket of white powder, crunching under every step he takes. Even in his dreams the cold of Snezhnaya is ever present, ever biting. It only makes sense you are shivering behind him even as he lets you steal his cloak that is more of a blanket on you than anything. This field, he knows it well, knows that what waters these flowers is more blood than anything else, but that matters little as he wraps his arms around you. Maybe he can find a way to dream you a proper jacket.

Pierro: A grand hall. It reminds you of the way ballrooms are described in romance stories as the couple depicted would dance the night away. Columns so high you have to tilt your head back just to see where they meet the ceiling covered in paintings you've never seen before. That is until Pierro steps into your view. He always offered his hand to you before you could ask, and as your fingers interlocked he would tell you about them. Always ready to answer your questions. It meant someone was curious about a part of his long lost nation. So, of course, he was always happy to share.

Scaramouche: A never ending fire. It's a small shack, engulfed by flames that never seem to dwindle or burn out the wood it feeds on. Like this place was stuck in time in his mind. He doesn't talk to you, not any more than a sharp shut up. The only time that glare he showed you disappeared is when you pulled your hand back from the curious fire with a hiss, not expecting it to actually hurt in this fake reality. For a moment you could have sworn he took a step towards you, but he never came any closer than that as he hissed at you to be careful. Dumb mortals should at least know not to burn themselves.

[hxrukii]

Maybe Ace, Rook, Kalim, Trey and Azul for Pinkie!reader as well?

❝Yes a perfect gift for me, is a smile as wide as a mile!❞

╭・๑ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︰ʚ Some of NRC student with a Pinkie Pie!Reader.‧₊˚✦

‧₊˚↷ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)┊❝ Ace Trappola, Rook Hunt, Kalim Al-Asim, Trey Clover, Azul Ashengrotto. ❞ ⸜⸜*

↷︰ʚ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ‧₊˚✦ Reader is female can be read as Yuu. Wow, his also took a few days to make huh. Some of these are quite short cause I didn't know how to write for them, I'm so sorry 'bout that.

╰・𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ‧₊˚꒰ Spoiler for book 1, 3 and 5. ɞ‧✦

Will be inviting Pinkie!Reader to every Unbirthday Parth just because preparing for the Party will be much more easier with her around

Absolutely loves to see Pinkie!Reader beat the shit out of every overblot/person with her Party Canon. Laughed his ahh off when he first saw Pinkie!Reader use it against Riddle.

It was only after everything calmed down after Riddle's overblot that he actually realized that Pinkie!Reader has a canon.

Is now worried that she might actually have a bomb somewhere in Ramshackle.

For that reason, Ace tries to remain on Pinkie!Reader's good side, just so that he doesn't get bombed

Loves to eat anything Pinkie!Reader baked. Since he doesn't have to worry that anything is for an Unbirthday Party so he probably eats more of Pinkie!Reader's baking then Trey's.

Likes to mess around with Pinkie!Reader's pet alligator.

Sometimes even ends up having staring contest with it. (His competitiveness will probably get the best of him, the competition will probably last hours if nobody stops him.)

Overly positive couple.

Like neither of them ever seem to be sad. Idia is probably scared shitless of the both of them.

They also both know everybody that goes to NRC someway somehow.

Rook and Pinkie!Reader are both overly talkative. So whenever the two of them starts a conversation, it will never end. Vil has to personally come and drag Rook away for the conversation to end.

Would probably wax poetry about Pinkie!Reader's baking skill ngl.

And would also wax poetry about her musical skill ig, since Rook probably has a passion for anything art related.

Is also intrigued by Pinkie!Reader's Party Canon, he isn't worried about how she got it though.

Wonders how Pinkie!Reader manages to fit so many party decorations inside of the canon. Also, where does she keep it?

Was surprised the first time he's seen Pinkie!Reader with a Party Canon, which was during Vil's overblot, since she legit pulled it out of thin air.

Overly positive couple pt. 2

Kalim absolutely adores Pinkie!Reader.

The both of them are Jamil's worst nightmare.

Will want to host parties all day every day whenever he and Pinkie!Reader are together.

The two of them are just so positive and extroverted. They're probably also Idia's worst nightmare.

The whole of NRC are probably blinded by the positivity whenever they are together.

Was absolutely ecstatic when Pinkie!Reader pulled out her Party Canon for the first time.

Does that mean that Pinkie!Reader could host a party in a matter of seconds?! That's awesome!

Also loves to eat Pinkie!Reader's baking, to the point where he forgets that Jamil needs to taste his food before hand in case of poisoning. But surely Pinkie!Reader wouldn't try to poison him, right?

Would probably also stuff Pinkie!Reader's pet alligator with crackers just like he did with Grim. Well if alligators can eat crackers that is.

Whenever Kalim is hosting a party. Pinkie!Reader will be the first one invited. And if she's not the first one invited, then she's probably hosting the party alongside him.

Baking buddies for real

Trey would probably love to bake with Pinkie!Reader. They would exchange recipes and all.

Also enjoys being around her in general, how positivity and carefree personality is probably a welcome change for him, especially after Riddle's overblot, since he was used to Heartslabyul's strictness.

Would personally invite Pinkie!Reader every Unbirthday Party Heartslabyul is hosting since he knows she loves to party.

Was flabbergasted when he saw Pinkie!Reader pull out her Party Canon during Riddle's overblot.

Probably thought it was a real canon at first. Was about to stop her from firing, since he really didn't?t want to witness Riddle die y'know.

Only to be shocked and relieved that inside the canon was... part decoration.

Still was worried by the fact that Pinkie!Reader somehow manages to walk around NRC with a canon that she keeps who knows where.

Actually, where does the canon even come from? May end up overthinking it.

Though he is glad that Pinkie!Reader is able to defend herself, though her method of defense is rather... interesting to say the least.

Azul would probably invite Pinkie!Reader to help decorate the Mostro Lounge whenever there's an event.

Also enjoys eating her baking from time to time, but stops himself from eating to much, since he has to maintain his appearance.

Tries to get Pinoie!Reader to sign a contract so that she can work for Mostro Lounge full time, but somehow, Pinkie!Reader always manage to confuse him and refuse to sign the contract, much to Azul's dismay.

You'd think he'd be used to her strange personality since he's known the Leech twins for so long, but apparently not.

Was also absolutely mortified when he first saw Pinkie!Reader pull out a canon during his overblot.

Tries to get Pinkie!Reader to tell him where the canon comes from. Tough he still hasn't succeeded yet, but he's determined.

Will keep Floyd as far away from Pinkie!Reader's canon as possible, he really doesn't need Floyd to scare away potential customers, or blow up the Mostro Lounge.

Also very impressed by Pinkie!Reader's musical still, and surprisingly good memory.

Probably wanted to steal those abilities for Ace, Deuce and Grim's freedom, but opted for Ramshackle instead.

꒰ ◁ ꒱┊❝Back to Ace, Rook, Kalim, Trey, Azul's Masterlist❞

[askchuuyanakahara]

Aw don’t worry Dazai! EVERYONE thinks Chuuya’s pretty and awesome! You’re NOT special for that! ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE wants to kiss Chuuya and make him smile at them and get his attention! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE! ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE YOU HAVE EVER MET FEELS THIS WAY AND THEY ARE ALL THINKING ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME.

Dazai: "It's my payment for the curry!"

Chuuya: "It's half-eaten."

Chuuya: "Oi, I don't want your scraps- OI!"

Chuuya: ".. it'd be a waste to throw food away, though."

@vinvinin

Chuuya: "I'm just glad I had nothing urgent going on today.. mainly just paperwork."

Chuuya: "I hear enough in the texts from the girls Dazai talks to! He really needs to stop giving them my number.."

Chuuya: "They're always waxing poetry about how handsome he is, or how amazing he is.. ugh."

Chuuya: "I hope this doesn't mean he's planning something.."

@floatysparrowthing

Chuuya: "Gross."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Night 211: Selûne's Hallowing

words: 1.2K rating: G pairing: Gale x Tav summary: The annual festival for the Moonmaiden comes to Waterdeep, and with it old friends.

Ao3 - 1000 Night Series

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“What is a moon cake made out of anyway? I’ve never had one.”

“Never?!” Gale asked, gob smacked. “Oh, well you are in for a treat! The bakeries only make them during Selûne's Hallowing. Pure white. The base is made of finely ground almonds with the slightest hint of Clarry, and a golden berry compote between the layers. It’s a delicacy.”

“And we’ve gotten one so large when it’s only just the two of us because….”

“Well…they only make it this time of year….”

Gale and Tav walk back home with their purchases. Intent to spend the night of Selûne alone in quite reflection (or rather forgetting about the whole thing and just drinking wine with their cake while the moon was out, as Gale intended) when they came across a crowd that wasn’t there before in the center of town.

“Sounds like quite the ruckus. Perhaps we should…” Gale didn’t even get the chance to suggest they continue home and stay out of it, as Tav was already walking over to see what was going on. He admired a lot of the catlike traits in his wife. Her grace. Her reflexes. Those gorgeous eyes. But this curiosity thing of hers was going to get them into serious trouble one of these days. Or rather again….

They make their way through the crowd towards its center to see what everyone was so enamored with. Immediately getting a glimpse of shining armor and brilliant wings. “Dame Aylin?”

“Izzy!”

Tav broke through what remained of the crowd to run over to the Selûnite cleric, who welcomed her with open arms. “It’s good to see you Tav.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were staying at the cloister outside Baldur’s Gate.”

“Wherever my mother’s presence is welcome & honored, her sword shall be there to anoint her followers with the light of her abiding joy.” Dame Aylin announced.

“And Selûnite clerics are welcome to attend any festival in Faerûn. We decided we would come and see you.”

Tav smiled and hugged Isobel again. Gale smiled as well at the sweet display. He knew how desperately sometimes Tav missed their friends. He knew because he missed them too. Though he was happy to have his life with Tav alone, sometimes ‘alone’ was not enough. It was good to see them.

The couple invited the other to the temple of Selûne where they are staying to catch up, as Isobel had some preparations to make before tonight. Gale, for all his years in Waterdeep, had no recollection of this place or any memory of visiting the temple on his own in years. If he ever did. He felt a little bit like an interloper in the Moon Maiden’s walls. “So, how has life been treating you?”

“Life is resplendent.” Dame Aylin replied when Tav asked. Almost as eager as a pup to share how happy she was, in contrast to the dominating figure of the aasimar. “Every day with Isobel is a gift. Each one more joyous than the last.”

“Aylin likes to wax poetic on our relationship.”

“You don’t say?” Tav gave a cheeky little side glance at Gale. Who, for his part, pretended to not know what that look meant.

“I speak nothing but the truth!” Aylin's voice boomed before it turned soft again. "The century I spent locked in the Shadowfell was torment. But not because I was alone in the dark. Rather to be without my mate was the worse fate imaginable. The pain of Shar's fanatics was nothing compared to the pain in my heart, stabbing and sucking, without my sweet Isobel. Now that she has been returned to me, I would spend another 100 years in that hells for each day in her embrace."

"Oh Aylin....."

Gale frowned. His pride a little wounded. He'd have to stop by the library at some point and brush up on his poetry studies soon.

"And you, my friend, you have married your magus and set up home here."

"I have!" Tav reached out and took Gale's hand. Making him blush a little. "We're very happy here."

"Good. You deserve it. The horrors you have faced, restoring me to my full glory as the Moon Maiden's charge, surviving a most insidious foe that would enslave all. So few have accomplished so much, and any reward pales in comparison to your honor." It was Tav's turn to blush, and Gale felt a little foolish for being jealous. "And you, Gale of Waterdeep. You deserve praise as well. I have no care for magicians now. Such are their scheming ways and accursed arts. But you? I know our champion did not overcome their trials alone. For that, my gratitude seems a feeble reward."

"Oh, I think the gratitude of a god child is more than enough reward. Besides," Gale squeezed Tav's hand, "I already got my reward. And Dekarios is fine. I don't go by 'Gale of Waterdeep' anymore."

"Hmmm...I am not familiar with this place. Where is Dekarios? Did we pass it in our travels my love?"

The mortals all chuckle, and Isobel tells Aylin, "I'll explain it later."

The four of them continue to chat for a while before Isobel must see to her duties for the festival and the locals leave.

"It was nice to see them." Tav commented as they walked across the waterside to their home. Aylin and Isobel would be leaving in the morning. They wouldn’t have time to see them again before they set off. Nor did they know when they would see them at all.

"Oh, to be sure. Dame Aylin is still a most impressive and intimidating figure. Isobel seems much happier as well. Free of her father's shadow, literally and figuratively."

Tav chuckled at Gale's quip, then took a long step in front of them to circle back and face him. Halting their progress. "Did you mean what you said?" Gale was puzzled on what she meant as he had said a lot of things that evening. "About all this....being your reward?"

"You really have to ask?" If she did, then he was cutting a much less finer figure to Dame Aylin than he originally thought. "You, this life, is the greatest reward I could ever imagine. To have you by my side every day. I would fight another 100 Elder Brains if I had to. A 1000, even. And a few adolescent ones.” Tav giggled at his quip and Gale felt gladdened to see her spirit’s lift.

He then lifted her chin toward him. Kissing her as the sun sank into the sea. “I love you. With my whole being. Sometimes I feel that this reward is too great for me. That I’ve been given blessings with both hands. Feel a little greedy keeping it all to myself.”

“Oh, well in that case…” Tav stepped past him to pretend to leave, but Gale quickly scooped her in his arms.

“Oh no you don’t! The gods may be shelling out blessings with both hands, but I have two quite fine ones here to keep you.”

They finish their walk home just as the sun faded away completely. Watching the moon rise and sail across the night sky, like the ships below cross the sea. Focusing on their own blessings granted to them by the Moon Maiden, or whatever deity saw fit to see them happy. Gale really didn’t care which one. But if he ever found out, he’d be certain to toss a few extra coins in their offering next time he went.

[kikker-oma]

LU HEADCANNONS FOR EACH OF THE BOIS

ALPHABETICAL ORDER

Four

Looks at his feet ALL THE TIME while walking, he doesn’t wanna step on a minish. Speaking of which, aside from Legend, is the only one fluent in more than one language because he knows the picori language

His hair looks brushed? Nah, it’s not. He tried brushing it and it always gets tangled, but the knots are just so fine it doesn’t even look like it’s tangled, so he only brushes the top layer of his hair.

Hyrule

Keeps the peace. One of the only reasons that the chain isn’t at each others throats. Part of the reason is that he doesn’t know what half of these debates is about, but is very good at making each side seem like he agrees with them, even though he’s confused.

Memorizes facts about everybody’s Hyrule to be prepared. Is VERY keen on being prepared. Even though he may come off as chaotic, he always has a plan for whatever will go wrong. Very much belives in murphey’s law.

Legend

ANGSTY GUY. Seems talkative but NEVER talks about what he truly thinks just talks because he feels the need to show people that he exists and is strong.

Claims that he hates children. Yet he will hug any baby he sees. Absolutely adores children if we are being honest. He even got Sky to teach him embroidery so he can embroid little blankets for babies 🥹

Sky

Hopeless romantic. He will wax poetry about Sun for 25 hours seven days a week if you let him. He shares literally everything he’s interested in with her.

He sometimes (this is so OOC but idc) sends post cards of him and Fi to LD-301S Scrapper to make him jealous. He absolutely hates that tiny robot.

Time

Cryptic. Will spill traumatizing memories of his past but will make them so cryptic that nobody will understand WHAT he’s saying.

(I think we can all agree) a father at heart. He knows eventually he will have to bid his goodbyes to the other 8 members of the chain but REALLLLY doesn’t wanna.

Twilight

Will eat table scraps

Is either REALLY good at getting women or REALLY bad, depends on where and when. Even though he is he regrets everyone because he’s still sad about Midna.

Family therapist. He knows everybodies problems and never shares them to anybody else, he’s always there for everyone.

Warriors

Even if he flirts with women, he never wants to date anyone. He’s still kinda… traumatized about Cia. He is more of a “take you out on a nice date but remains just friends” guy. He knows it may come off as toxic but he has best intentions.

He actually got his scarf enchanted by a great fairy. It as a defense boost and attack up. There is a reason he wears it, gotta be fashionable and practical.

Wild

LOADED, like 999,999 rupees. Because of this, for each era he goes to, he buys a yard of fabric for his home era. He will find use for it… some day.

As much as he and Flora are… alright together. He is still salty about her. He knows that she was struggling with finding her own destiny, but he still doesn’t like how he was treated.

Wind

Do NOT challenge him to any card game. At all. He will win he will take all your rupees and there is nothing you can do to stop him. And by the rare case that you DO beat him, he will pull the “young innocent baby boy” card which makes you want him to win and end up revoking your winner status.

A mischievous boy. Will poke people with his wind waker and finds it hilarious ever. Single. Time. The amount of times Wars literally had to hide it from him as he kept using the “control” power (idk what to call it) is uncountable. People would think that he taught Aryll all of this, but nope. Aryll was the one that taught him all those tricks. It runs in the family.

Ooohhhh these headcannons are so fun!!!

Fours little fairy knots in his hair is oddly adorable

Hyrule being the peacemaker instead of sky is really refreshing and I feel like more on oar for his character tbh!

Legend embroidering baby blankets has my heart MELLTIIINGGG😭❤️

Sky being a gremlin to Scrapper is also VERY true to his character. Sky is the best little piece of crap 🤣🤣

Time being SO cryptic hahaha and why shouldn't he be? It's so much more fun that way LOL.

Me feeding Twi all my scraps

Poor wars, Cia really is disgusting😠

Wild being rich🤣YES HAHA and they would be so shocked too lolol

Wind will BANKRUPT wild in a game of cards haha that would be a night to remember lol

[rattys-prinxiety-countdown]

Here's a prinxiety thing I wrote about prinxiety w my friend for an au. All written by me, based on mine and my friend's head canons

"Roman but he's a child of the sun. Sun kissed skin that is lighter than his father's and darker than his mother's. Long hair that he dyes red, long hair that looks like a burning sunset in the right light. A man who has never, ever been slighted by the sun in a picture. Whose smile and excitement burns brighter than anyone thought possible. Who literally lights up a room. Whose hugs are warm, like he's got a furnace burning inside of him. Whose passion and love for things he experiences is more intense than anyone realizes. Who always sought out the sun in a room when he was a child, even as a toddler who didn't understand why, who just understood the sun was good. Who always stopped to bask in the golden glow like he was a part of it. Roman but he's a child of the sun. Virgil but he's a child of the moon. Who is born in the middle of the winter, on the coldest night of the year, on the night of a full moon, who is literally cold to the touch, who is lale as snow, who comes off as cold to other people (see what I did there?), the opposite of Roman in every way (bc he's the sun see what I did there), who is most active when the moon is high in the sky as a night owl, who sometimes gives it his all and sometimes gives it half, just like the moon waxing and waning. The moon meets the sun and the sun makes chase and they meet and it's blinding for everyone else to see (an eclipse)"

Anyway the sun and moon are in love and I love them

— 👑

theyre so poetry coded guys, this was so pretty.

Roman lights up Virgils world and Virgil reflects that light back to him I-

[yowyowyaoi]

Deidara's Daily Texts from the Akatsuki, Part Two

From Itachi:

I swear I'm not mad just give it back

You're STILL not over that?!

What are you even shaving? You don't have a single hair on your face!

Not my business who you date, just keep them from fighting all the time!

That's funny because Hidan said it was you, asshole.

I never ask you questions like that about Sasori, do I?!

You better hide, Kakuzu's going around collecting rent

God you're a worse gossip than Tobi!

I know it was you my whole room smells like clay!

That's a really lewd thing to say ... are you really hitting on me or are you just drunk off your ass?

Yeah but considering I use nothing in mine and you use like 200 products in yours, I'd say mine is better.

Stop it. You're not a pet person.

Okay can you just come with me? I don't ever ask you for favors do I?!

Pay me back what you owe me first.

From Hidan:

Yeah but I'm hotter. Like WAY hotter.

He loves to say stupid shit like that, he's not being serious.

Bet his dick is bigger tho.

That's literally the most stupid shit I've ever heard. We're MEANT to eat meat, fucker!

Yeah but if shark dick catches us he'll beat our asses and Kakuzu already said he's not putting me back together if it happens again!

I'll pray to Jashin for you, you pathetic atheist.

Let's get the fuck out of here and get something to eat. Kakuzu's sleeping I can swipe his wallet!

Me and you? In your DREAMS, kid. You couldn't handle this immortal dick.

Why tf would I care about that? Tits or not me and you are brothers, man.

Crablegs.

No, steak. Rare-rare. Still mooing.

Fuck a vegetable. Load it up with meat.

No wait corn is good but make sure it's seasoned with the meat blood.

That cunt did not beat my ass he caught me by surprise! I'll kill him next time I see his ugly face!

From Konan:

I don't remember my siblings so you all are it for me.

When a girl asks how old you think she is always answer like 10 years younger than you actually think! But seriously, 40?! FORTY??

Did you always know or did it take you a little bit to figure it out?

Rose petal or honeysuckle. Sometimes lilac if it's not too overwhelming.

It's a complicated situation for sure. They both feel something strongly for you but if my opinion counts? I'd stay with Sasori. At least you know what to expect from him, and I think he genuinely loves you.

I've narrowed it down to you or Hidan. If you confess I'll go easy on you. :-)

Please be gentler with him. He may hide it but he's gotten really fragile these last few months and he's in pain almost constantly.

Threatening to "beat people's asses" isn't my style. I go for the silent kill.

Wow, HE did that for YOU? That's interesting.

Take it up with Kakuzu. He's supposed to provide you all with extra money for exactly these types of things.

I would just do it, Dei. Be grateful your punishment is so light compared to what you did.

Are you two serious? You realize we're all trying our hardest NOT to attract negative attention?!

Perkier if it's chilly out ;)

I thought about it but I've had it this length for forever. It'd probably look weird long.

Only if you promise to sit still this time. I'm not gonna have you complain if it gets smudged again.

From Kakuzu

Brat. Stop.

I don't give a shit if you don't like him. He's valuable and this organization can't afford to lose him. So SUCK IT UP.

The waxing poetic was one thing but the actual poetry was nauseating.

That's coming out of your paycheck.

How is that an "emergency expense"?!

I don't care what you feel it is, "unfair" or not EVERYONE is expected to contribute to the bills. You use the lights? You pay. You take showers? You pay. You eat the food? You. PAY.

I know you two are friends. You have fairly good ideas about what he likes. Help me and I'll take off that debt you owe me from last month.

Sasori can do that for you, can't he??

Nice try, kid, but you still owe me. And you couldn’t handle my immortal love anyway.

From Tobi

I'd ask you to come with but Itachi thinks you'll try and blow him up while he's asleep.

Diabetes was just made up by assholes who don't want us to eat all the good sugar!

He's really so selfish he wouldn't let me borrow you for one night?

Hidan said it was you ...

I KNOW you like older men! Hey what if I told you I was 31, what then??

Of all the things that could be under this mask, why would "sharingan" be one of your guesses? That's ridiculous Senpai!

Come on Senpai! Leader would be mad at first but I think everyone would like a puppy!

Just tell him that you were only home 10 days this month so you should only have to pay 1/3 of the rent

If you want to but Hidan would probably call you a lot of names for wearing it

Marry me and I'll carry you everywhere all the time. It's a good deal!

Let's see if one of the others will trade with us, I hate going to really cold places

Try if you want to but Konan hit me so hard last time I saw stars for three days

Can you make me a bomb shaped like a scythe? Hidan is getting on my nerves.

From Zetsu

It's complicated, but everybody's blood has a distinct scent. Your's smells like lava and ash. It's very unique.

"Love" or not I'd watch my back, child. You'd make a prettier puppet for him than anyone else.

The years don't go by but centuries do.

Come now, you could have left SOME of those bodies in-tact for me!

I can't imagine that it would matter in the long run.

If you three don't stop attracting so much attention we'll have to pick up and move yet again!

I can tolerate human food but it doesn't compare to humans as food.

Neither. Neither of them is a suitable match for you. I'd run as far as I could from both of them.

Thank you for the offer but I don't believe your moisturizer would be effective on my plant skin.

No, not especially. Things are much the same to me.

If Kakuzu said no then there's no point in asking Leader. Kakuzu holds the money with an iron fist and Nagato has never once interfered with his decisions.

A bit more rest and some decent food would do you a world of good.

From Nagato

Then I must not understand true art because all I can see is property damage and unwanted negative attention being drawn towards our organization.

I understand your frustration but please continue to work with him. I need Sasori to stay here and you're the only one Tobi will listen to.

Oh? It seems it may be time I had a talk with you young ones then.

I see no need for further recruits.

Yes, thank you. Konan used it on my hair and it worked wonderfully.

I'm aware you don't like him but please endeavor to coexist in this group with him. Also remember how precarious his health is before you pull another stunt like the one you and Hidan did yesterday.

I won't stand in the way of your personal goals but surely you realize how extreme self-detonation sounds?

I got you all these phones as a way to communicate efficiently with your partners and with the entire group over long distances. NOT to play games. Kakuzu tells me the phone bill is $200 over it's usual amount due to unathorized games and extra features. If this keeps up I'll take them back.

Next time please be sure you're checking who you're sending explicit pictures to. I assume that was meant only for Sasori's eyes? Now I have Tobi and two others ready to kill him to be your partner.

From Kisame

I shouldn't admit it but it WAS very funny.

But what would be the purpose? Samehada steals chakra, aesthetics don't matter.

I can't tell the future but I can guess that if he's stayed this long, then he probably means to stay with you for life.

Yeah well if one more "accidentally" goes off under his window while he's napping I'm going to make a sandwich of your fingers, kid.

I suppose that would be fun but good luck getting the money from Kakuzu.

I can't even imagine the lives they live. It's really more merciful for them that we extract their demon and send them to the afterlife.

Our relationship is so much more than that but all you immature brats ever ask about is the sex aspect. Shameful.

There's no way he bought that fresh, I can smell it all the way back in my room!

Wear your cloak and perhaps borrow Sasori's as well, it's extremely windy and chilly.

Have you considered a haircut, maybe? Or to dye it black like my Itachi's?

Lol relax it was a joke, no need for threats.

From Sasori

I did get them. Beautiful, but Kakuzu would kill you if he knew you were using these phones for such lewd purposes.

A "magic cure" doesn't beat eating right, going to bed at a decent hour, and exercising once in a while, brat.

Funny how they all think I'M the pervert here when YOU'RE the one who came at ME so aggressively. Brat.

I can think of a much better use for all of those pretty mouths of yours, Dei. Come see me and I'll show you what I mean.

Maybe I need to get you a dictionary for Christmas. Because you STILL don't seem to understand what "covert" and "stealth" mean.

Yeah well you nearly dying because of your own carelessness isn't what I'd call fun. So stop it before I end you myself.

I would never.

"<3" is not a heart. I don't care what idiots say. A real human heart is NOT shaped like that. I'll bring you one of my anatomy textbooks so you can see for yourself.

Yes, I suppose. But don't make it a habit please.

Your breathing sounded strange. Come see me for a checkup. Now.

I don't care for when he sends us on missions to cold places. Bad for you and puts a lot of wear on Hiroku.

Trust me, you DO snore. Like a steam engine.

Why you can't simply ignore him, I'll never understand.

Your eating habits are atrocious, brat.

You're quite the silly one, aren't you?

Mm. You know it's not in me to be jealous. But. If I *ever* see him touch you like that again it'll be the last time his fucking hand is attached to his body. You're MINE.

It's just baffling to me that you won't do it. You'd be the centerpiece of the entire collection! Come on I KNOW you love attention!

I wouldn't trust Hidan around something like that.

Goodnight, my sweet prince. See you in the morning ... if the poison doesn't take you out :-)

As per the Inbox request of @tulipunainenruusu 😊

[popponn]

hair and lovers. [aryu jyubei x f!reader]

notes: this is intended to be read with 0 braincell on kind of crack fic. nonetheless, i tried to make them disgustingly sweet. the only thing that ever came close to mortal danger is aryu's hair.

“I love you, but I’m sick of this,” you said, grimness lacing both your face and tone. A pair of grass scissors rest in your hand like a murder weapon-to-be.

Aryu Jyubei—who had been and shall be forever called Aryu so the bitch wouldn’t pull a hissy fit—your boyfriend, your roommate, and unfortunately probably your soulmate for life too, stared at you in horror. “My beloved?! What—”

You didn’t let him finish. “Shut up. Or I will kill you.”

Dramatically, in return, Aryu gasped, “Was it Itoshi Rin?!”

At that, somehow, your temper immediately went down. You blinked owlishly, confused at what did that statement mean and how it came to be. You gaped, “What? Huh? How come?”

In front of you, Aryu—still in pigtails, eye cover still on his forehead all while wearing the bright ‘#1 OSHA!!!!!’ magenta custom pajama Bachira Meguru once gave him as a birthday gift—dropped his ass to the ground and waxed a poetry about style, Itoshi Rin, betrayal, also something akin to hoes before bros. With the last part, whatever desire you had to listen to him immediately evaporate to the thin air.

“Forget it,” you began. “I will really end you.”

Aryu turned his face to you, flipping his hair like some shampoo brand ambassador in the process. Dramatically, again, he proclaimed, “My darling! What has come into you?!”

“Your hair and our ruined date photo that’s what,” you replied, approaching him in a casual and lax manner—that actually translated into a walk that was as menacing as Barou Shouhei when he entered the field in Aryu’s point of view.

At your answer, your boyfriend’s eyes widened. A flash of memories flooded his mind—your sour face after every outdoor date in the last three months, your bitter smile every time you stare into the photo album. Stylishly, he understood everything. The scissors in your hand was without a doubt a weapon to part him with his hair.

“Beloved!” Aryu shouted at you, both of his hands raising up as if it could stop you. Within his hearts, he steeled himself shall it came to no choice and he should use his athletic capabilities to defend his hair—

“Oh, it seems you get it!” you stopped at your tracks, three steps away from him. You smiled sweetly, as you continued, “Then, let’s get to the point. Either I cut it or we can just break up.”

Aryu didn’t steel himself for that.

“What?!” he exclaimed. Immediately, Aryu stood back to his full height. You, who had been living under the same roof with him for quite a while, didn’t flinch even for a second. But, then again, it was you who had a sharp tool in hand.

“What do you mean what,” you deadpanned, every trace of smile vanishing away from your face. A small part of Aryu’s heart shed a tear at such loss—however, it shall be a story for another time.

“My stylish hair is part of this stylish me!” Aryu cried out as his hands clasped itself on your shoulder. He brought his face closer to you, begging, “How could you even thought of such thing?!”

Almost instantly, your face turned into an expression that was both adorable and painful for Aryu’s heart—your eyes sparkled as tears welled up in them and your lips grew into a quivering line. “I want a nice photo with you!” you cried back at him, your gaze thrown away from his. “And I’m your girlfriend! Is that so much to ask for?!”

A part of Aryu wilted at your question. To think he had become a man who made such thoughts exist within you. “Oh, my Dear…” he trailed off.

You ignored Aryu, expressing everything you had withheld within your heart for months. “I know you like your hair—but, it keeps hitting me! Sometimes it get in my mouth! Also, aren’t you a footballer?! It isn’t normal to have hair that long! And also, you spent so much time—”

“My beloved,” Aryu cut you off. Smoothly, his hands grasped both of yours as he dropped down to the floor, this time propping himself up with one knee. Gently, he took away the big scissors in your hand and put it as far as his hands would allow.

Feeling the tender stroke on the back of your palm, you finally let yourself meet his eyes again. Aryu looked at you with a determination as he once again opened his mouth, “Forgive me for making you feel in such unstylish way. However, I cannot let you, who I love, part this stylish me away from my stylish strands.”

At those words, you looked like you were about to cry. Without wasting a beat, Aryu continued quickly, unwilling to let even a drop of tear away from your eyes, “That’s why—let me propose to you a deal.”

You blinked at that, confused. Aryu silently cooed at that action, but nonetheless he had an important thing to do. Aryu slowly grabbed a part of his long hair and put it in your hand, entrapping them in between your fingers and his and Aryu knew he had made the right call.

“My beloved, from this day onwards,” he began, eyes never leaving yours. “Would you do me the honor of styling my hair to your heart contents, for every day, every time I will walk away from this house, whether it will be with your hand in mine or not?”

As Aryu finished his proposal, never once did the confusion leave your face. From the outside, as the daylight seeps from the window, Aryu could hear three series of chirping before suddenly the sound of your laugh broke out.

“Seriously?!” you tried to say in between your chortle. Aryu tried not to melt at the sight. It was both stylish and beautiful. Then, as you looked down at him and tightened your fingers around Aryu’s hair and fingers, you smiled—this time brightly and stylishly, “Sure, why not?”

Indeed, Aryu was a very happy man who did not made any wrong choice at that time.

[merakiui]

Mera~

I hope you are well today!

Do you happen to have some spare change? And when I say change I mean headcannons? My simple simp mind is wondering how some of the Yan boys would treat a chubby darling?

Sorry if you've done this, I'm still digging through your blog.

-Rolly Polly

OOOO yes yes!!! I absolutely have plenty of spare change!!! Forgive me for not writing all characters, but I had the most thoughts for the ones listed below!!! :D

I must mention my beloved tako first. He adores every inch of you, even your chub! Especially your chub!!!!!! He refuses to hear any negative talk regarding your body; he absolutely loves it. In Azul's eyes, every part of you is all he could ever ask for! He's obsessed with you, so naturally he'd be obsessed with your body as well. He's always hyping you up in private, lavishing you with so much genuine praise and adoration. Though he has a tendency to be deceptive with others, he will never lie when it comes to his love for you. So when he says you're perfect, he sincerely means it. (Also, he is a big lover of thick thighs. <3)

The tweels also lavish you in so much praise and love (so much it's actually very overwhelming at times). Your body is such a pleasant contrast to theirs, where they're all rough edges and bones and lanky limbs you're so soft and curvy and absolutely wonderful! Floyd loves hugging you because you're so fun to squeeze; he could stay attached to you forever; it's so comfortable to just cuddle against you. <3 often you'll find yourself sandwiched between both of them hehe. Eel sandwich... orz I think they'd like to be crushed between your thighs, but Jade likes it the most! I also think he would want you to wear lots of lingerie. Of course he won't force you if it makes you uncomfortable (he politely insists), but if you're locked in the twins' room and they're your only source of communication both he and Floyd are going to pull all the stops when it comes to convincing you. Jade likes how you fit into lacy frills and so does Floyd; you're just so adorable. They love you, love you, love you!!!! If you're self-conscious or can't see yourself in a positive light, they'll fuck you in front of a mirror every single night to prove to you that they only see their beautiful darling.

Vil is also similar. I think mirror sex is a guarantee with him because it baffles him if you can't see your beauty (naturally he has to show you, and what better way than to sit in front of the mirror and have you pinned on his cock while he presses kisses into every inch of your skin, whispering the sweetest praises). Vil always speaks the truth when it comes to beauty, so you know he will never, ever lie to you. He knows for a fact that you are beautiful and perfect in every way. And he gives such good advice when it comes to fashion! If you want to try a new style, he's the first one to help you pick statement pieces and pair various accessories for an outfit that accentuates all of the features he loves so very much.

AND ROOK!!!! OOOOHHH MR. ROOK HUNT!!! He puts Azul to shame. If you think Azul is the best hype man, you're so wrong. Rook is so infatuated with you. Like Vil, he's also so shocked if you can't see just how perfect your body is. He loves to hug you from behind, to feel all of your plush curves beneath your clothes, to bestow the softest, sweetest touches to you, as well as giving you lots and lots of compliments. Rook also never lies when it comes to beauty, and he thinks all bodies are beautiful. Naturally, your body is also beautiful. Omg he's just so in love with you... T_T <3 he may be holding you captive in one of the many villas his family owns, but ooohhh does he adore you to the moon and back. He waxes so much poetry about you. He's also another one who helps improve your relationship with your body if you're self-conscious (and also another lover of mirror sex hehe)!!! He's just so loving and sweet and supportive and 100% obsessed. After all, you are the most beautiful in his world.

OMG AND TREY!!!!!! AAAAAAA OTL he loves you so much. He thinks you're so precious aaaaa omg!!!!! >0< he's always so sweet and supportive. Also another one who will help you overcome your self-consciousness. I think Trey likes to fuck you in missionary so he gets a view of your pretty body (and also so you're unable to hide yourself if you're nervous or self-conscious during intimacy). Aaaa he's just so genuine. How can you not love him when he's a big sweetheart who also knows how to bake delicious sweets (all in your favorite flavors)? Sure, he may be unhealthily obsessed with you. But details, details!!!!

[softboynick]

wip wednesday - 3/13/24

it's wednesday, already??? thank you for the tags, my dears! @bigassbowlingballhead @onthewaytosomewhere @captainjunglegym @priincebutt. sharing two snippets today for my honeys and lavenders! no pressure tags under the cut + OPEN TAG to anyone who'd like to share (please tag me!)

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(1) excerpt from a beautiful chance chapter 3 (posting some time tomorrow!):

Favorite ice cream? Alex texts him one day, to which Henry responds with a simple: Cornettos. Anything you like to do in your free time? Alex sends, and Henry says: I like to read. Write. Walk my dog. Watch Bake Off. You know that last one already. Favorite author? Alex asks, and he answers: Jane Austen. Every message tugs at the thick, stubborn layers that keep the enigma that is Alexander Claremont-Diaz from being exposed to broad daylight, but when Henry answers his every question with an easy honesty that scares him, he realizes he is also giving a piece of himself away in return. Now, of course, he isn’t ready to share the darkness that lies beneath his breastbone and in the deep recesses of his mind, but he can still give away what is on the surface, and he is certain Alex won’t pressure him by asking for more than that. So he gives what he can and avoids what he can’t, and he looks forward to Friday amidst expensive Egyptian cotton sheets and strange hands and mouths caressing his body.

(2) excerpt from taken and tenured, a college professor au from an outsiders pov because i am a sucker for politics prof dr. acd and english lit prof dr. fox:

Observation #1: Teenagers fresh out of high school should not be making financial decisions that cost them tens of thousands of dollars of student debt (and be obligated to start paying it off for the rest of their sorry lives.) Observation #2: The folks at Matto never fail to make her the best dirty chai she’s ever had. Bonus observation: Hailee the Latte Girl has the cutest smile, and she’s been trying to build up the nerve to ask her out. But her dumbass can’t even move past the first, “Hey,” without blushing. Observation #3: Dr. Henry Fox has to be one of her favorite professors. The way he immediately goes on a rant about the feminist ideas embedded in eighteenth century literature on the first day of class and waxes poetry about Jane Austen nearly makes her fall in love with him right then and there. She knows he is very enthusiastically gay (and married!), but that doesn’t stop her from fantasizing.  Observation #4: Dr. Alex “Just Call me Alex or ACD” Claremont-Diaz, the extremely cool, extremely attractive Poli Sci professor everyone on campus is in love with, is weirdly obsessed with Dr. Fox.  Observation #5: Dr. Fox happens to be just as obsessed.  And finally, Observation #6: Dr. Claremont-Diaz and Dr. Fox absolutely fucking hate each other. 

@henrysfox @taste-thewaste @tinyarmedtrex @eusuntgratie @onpurposeilovehimonpurpose @junebugclaremontdiaz @england-would-fall @anincompletelist @wordsofhoneydew @bitbybitwrites @itsmaybitheway

[all-these-ghosts]

I saved all your letters

this was supposed to have a bunch more parts, but then I broke my leg and my wrist, and so this is all I got done for Robin Hood day: my theory about why Marian is literate

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As soon as he hears her footsteps, he sighs. Whenever the Sheriff is away on business, they have a houseguest: his little daughter, Marian. Two years younger than him, and endlessly infuriating.

“What are you doing?” she asks, as she does about three thousand times per day.

“Writing,” he says, refusing to look up from his work. At eleven, he feels very worldly and important whenever he has lessons to do — at least for the first ten minutes. Then he gets distracted and runs off to do something else until his father or his tutor swats him back to the desk.

Marian comes up right behind him, staring down over his shoulder. Again: infuriating. “What does it say?”

He traces the line with his stylus. He likes the way the letters sink into the wax; he likes it even better when he’s done for the day and can smooth them away. “Omnia vincit amor,” he reads. 

She frowns at him.

“It’s Latin,” he says.

“Oh. That’s boring.” Frankly, he agrees. Nothing worse than copying lines of poetry in Latin, no matter how grown-up it makes him feel.

Robin knows from long experience that she won’t leave him alone until she has something to mull over, so he takes up his stylus again and writes something else below his required lines.

“What’s that, then?”

He gives her a grin. “It says Marian.” He points at the first letter. “This letter makes the ‘m’ sound. And then ‘aah’ after that, and again at the end — you see?”

“Hmm,” she says, but she looks decidedly more pleased. She reaches across him to trace the shape of the letter M with her finger, then gives him a nudge. “When will I learn to do this?”

A knot forms in his stomach. He thinks it might be shame. “Well,” he says slowly, “I suppose you won’t.”

She frowns at him. “Why not?”

“Because you are a girl.” It sounds awful coming out of his mouth. He knows it’s true, and he’s never even questioned it before this very moment, but now it seems impossible. When has being a girl ever stopped Marian from anything?

“That’s stupid,” she informs him, right on cue. She flounces down next to him on the bench, smoothing her skirts across her knees, and plucks the quill from his hand. “If no one else will teach me, I suppose that you will have to.”

He snatches the pen back. “I can’t, Marian, my tutor will be here in an hour—”

“Then it’s good that I’m a quick learner,” she says with finality, and he can’t argue with that. He hands her the stylus and forms her fingers around it in the way he was shown by his own tutor, years ago.

Marian says, “Here we are. What letter comes first?”

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

@monthly-challenge 2024 | 2. Long Walks

I used this prompt for my original characters, Nathan and Patience: the story is under the cut.

Word count: 1,083

Patience was playing a nocturne when Nathan stuck his head in the door. “Patience, you busy?” he asked as she paused.

“What does it look like?” she chided him lightheartedly, and he had the grace to look somewhat shamefaced.

“Would you come for a walk with me afterwards?” he asked. “While I’m at it—what nocturne is that? It’s a nocturne, right?”

“Yes.” She turned back to the piano. “Chopin. Thirteenth.”

“Ah,” he breathed softly. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is.” After a moment’s pause, she began to play it again. Her touch was light and delicate, her eyes brimful and the occasional hints of power precisely what the piece needed. He stood and listened, watching her strong slender hands leap from key to key, a smile occasionally gracing her mouth. Once she paused to wipe tears from her eyes. The playing was imperfect, but to the eyes of love that watched her all imperfections were smoothed out and it was better than any master. At the end she held still for a moment while the vibrations gently ceased, then got up. “Did you want to go for that walk?” she asked, in a voice as gentle as the music she had been playing.

Nathan smiled at her. “I’d love to,” he agreed, and held out his arm.

She accepted it, holding herself very primly until he laughed, at which point her own facade crumbled. “Oh, you’d make no good fine lady,” he told her. “You’d be laughing at every little thing.”

“Is there a problem with that?” she asked, with a luminous glance at him. “Surely laughter is good.”

“Laughter is a balm to the soul,” Nathan agreed, and picked up her hand to kiss it. As he did so he made eye contact with her. Letting go of her hand, he continued, “I could wax poetic about it, but instead, we can go for a walk.”

“Poetic enough,” she agreed. “Walking brings out all the poetry in you.”

He smiled exuberantly and skipped like a lamb to the door, trying and failing to click his heels for added effect.

Her laugh was like falling water in the background. “I love you.” Then Patience stopped, paused and took a breath. “I—” She wasn’t about to say she didn’t mean it, because she meant it more than she had meant anything for a very long time.

“You what?” he asked, very softly, and watched her.

Patience squirmed under his gaze. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted. “But I’m never, never, never going to say I don’t love you.”

“Ah!” he breathed triumphantly. “I had hoped so.” They passed through the door, and his fingers brushed hers. She let him take her hand.

Walking hand in hand was a little awkward, but worth the awkwardness. Her cheeks were flushed and Patience told herself it was because of the exercise they had just begun. After a few minutes of sunlit walking Patience let go of his hand, and Nathan glanced at her and picked up the pace. Today she hadn’t brought her camera, so she was glad to stretch her legs more swiftly than usual. Presently she was breathless.

“Are you all right?” asked Nathan calmly, seeming unaffected.

“Yeah—I’m fine, I’m just a dying asthmatic,” she said, laughing breathlessly.

“Good. Tell me if you need us to slow down.”

“Oh, no—no! I love this kind of speed!” They were quickly leaving the beaten track and heading into an area that was wetter, greener and less populated. There were hardly any people around now, and they walked across grass rather than pavement.

“Shall we disappear into the woods?” he asked whimsically.

“‘Woods’ seems the wrong word,” said Patience. “Woods seems a very—well, a very English sort of word, don’t you think? This isn’t all oaky and bluebells and stuff, this is real Australian bush.”

“‘Real’? This is barely the start of it. Have you been into a real wild area, like the Grampians where there aren’t tracks and you aren’t supposed to go but you go anyway?”

“Nope,” she said regretfully. “We’ve barely ever been to the Grampians.”

“Someday I’ll take you there,” he promised. “We’ll walk up Stapylton and scramble Hollow Mountain and look down all the crevices I was too scared to on my own when I was last there, only I’ll feel safe with you. And we can walk and talk and take all the time in the world, and then we can be up top with the wind in our faces and joy in our hearts. How does that sound?”

Patience was enchanted by his glowing-eyed explanation. “That sounds beautiful. I’ve never been up Stapylton; it was too far away from where we were staying.”

“Halls Gap?”

A nod.

“Yeah, no wonder. There are closer mountains in the Wonderland area. Though Stapylton isn’t that far.”

“True, but as you said, there are closer ones. I wanted to go, but Dad said we’d run out of time, and besides, it was too windy.”

“Got to be careful with the wind; I wouldn’t want you to be blown off or something. You’d love the sandstone caves, though.”

“Would I just! I believe you; I’ve heard good things about them. O-oh, Nathan! When can we go?”

It was his turn to be captivated by her. “Anytime you like. I’d take you there tomorrow if I could.”

“I know you would,” she replied charmingly. “For now we should keep walking.” They had paused, staring at one another. “Wouldn’t want to clog up the grass.”

“You make it sound like we’re something from inside a drain or something,” he retorted, grinning. “Dribbling out onto the grass like forgotten socks the washing machine ate.”

Patience stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing, exclaiming his name as soon as she could speak again. “That’s not what washing machines do!”

“Why do you say that? They might be secretly conspiring to eat your socks. Goodness knows socks go astray.”

“I know they do,” said she, sobering a little, “but they don’t dribble out onto the grass!” Patience covered her mouth, slightly embarrassed by her outburst, but Nathan was grinning.

“Why on earth not? Entertain the idea a moment.”

“I’ve entertained it a moment. Horrifying.”

“You could say that,” he agreed, and grinned again. “Gotcha. One of these days, I’ll make you laugh and you’ll never stop.”

“Listen, I know you meant that to be romantic, but that’s a slightly horrifying idea too.”

“Fair point.”

tagging @stealingmyplaceinthesun @graycedelfin @pilgrimsofworship and @choasuqeen

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

And once again, a day at Family Video:

"So? How did it go this time?"

"Oh yeah, I've totally got a date."

"Do you really, though?"

Steve sighs. Sometimes knowing each other inside out is more of a curse than a blessing.

"That's what I thought. Get the You-Suck-Board out of the back"

"Sure thing Your Majesty"

"Excuse me? If anything I would be elected by the people, King Steve"

Whenever she hears anyone else say one of his old shameful nicknames at school, she will make sure to "accidentally" hit them very hard in the face during football practice. Or PE. Or sometimes just in the hallway, if they have no classes that overlap. Or the balls, if he is a real buttface. "With my luck I would rearrange his features into something less hideous" is her justification when Steve winces in second-hand sympathy. He truly adores her with everything he has.

Whenever he hears someone else use "dyke" or "fairy" or "queer" as an insult, he will glare at them so hard they never dare wear their current outfit again. Ever. If there is one thing years of being a jackass taught him, it is to give the most judgmental stare you can imagine.

They are also not above inventing a bullshit excuse to demand extra fees if it happens in the shop. He and Robin consider it compensation for having to listen to such bullshit with their own two poor queer little ears. Somehow Keith hasn't caught up yet.

Steve sighs. Again. It is truly impressive how much of an effect Robin can have on him without even physically being there.

" Alright-y, Dyke-y."

But Steve isn't anyone else, and neither is Robin. They are Steve and Robin and they are soulmates. It is almost like exposure therapy, in a way. Hearing it so often from someone they know will never really mean it takes away some of the sting when others use it maliciously. Steve didn't even have the designated-self-loathing-hour that normally follows the last time Mike sneered one of his old nicknames at him. (Didn't stop Robin from "accidentally" spilling her milkshake on him later. Steve only felt a little bit bad for laughing.)

"I can still hear you breathing on the phone. Dingus."

"So sorry. I was just waxing poetry about how meaningful our friendship-"

"Well I am about to start waxing poetry about what a loser you are. Loser."

Steve gives her a middle-finger she cannot see but is satisfactory either way, and places the phone back on the table. For a second he considers hanging up for a few moments if only to save a few cents. But it isn't he who is going to have to pay the phonebill and the job sucks anyway, so he doesn't. That's what Keith gets for his blatant favoritism.

He goes back to the phone after giving himself a point in the Gay-Jokes-Board. If she truly wanted him to play fair, she should've come to work instead of blowing him off because of "sickness" or some bullshit. Karma, bitch.

Another customer enters. He takes a short look at the door and braces himself. To be honest, flirting with girls isn't nearly as fun without Robin's silent running commentary. By now he doesn't even expect a second date, he does it mostly to have something to do while everyone he knows is at school. But he knows that Robin truly is at home feeling miserable right now (she even skipped band practice yesterday. And nothing comes between Robin and band practice), so when he sees the flowing dress entering through the door he is already mentally preparing himself for another conversation that will make him cringe at 2 AM and steal his sleep for the next week. The things he does for Robin.

He is not above admitting how he visibly deflates when he recognizes the bright red hair entering through the door. Thank God.

"Hey Dorothy!"

"VICKIE IS THERE?! FUCK"

Steve laughs at her outrage. By now he does actually know her name (hard not to, with how often she coincidentally comes to browse the store whenever Robin has a shift), but he has called her "Friend of Dorothy" so much that it has stuck. He is just very bad with names, okay?! Besides, in his humble and correct opinion, Dorothy is simply the superior name. It suits her way better. One day he will be able to convince Vickie of his correct opinion, and when that day comes, he will be ready to immortalize the moment she tells Robin with his camera.

Vicky comes towards the counter and Steve makes the executive decision that torturing Robin is more important than costing Family Video money. Robin realizes what he is about to do, but her cries of protest only encourage him further. Will he pay for that? Probably. Is it still worth it? Abso-fucking-lutely. The click when he hangs up sounds like music to his ears.

He smirks when he sees how her eyes immediately search out something behind him. When she sees his expression, her cheeks flush as bright as her hair. Every time that happens he has to think about Robin's hour-long monologue about how adorable Vickie looks when she blushes. He realizes that for once there isn't anyone here to stop him from saying that. He may not be good at mantaining relationships, but no one can deny that he is an expert at getting a date. And if Robin refuses to make a move? Well, he always has wanted to play matchmaker.

He leans forward and gives her his most charming smile. "So...do you come here often?"

She blinks at him. "Are you...flirting with me?!?!"

"Pretend that I'm Robin, alright?" He brushes one of her red locks behind her ear.

"Jesus Christ"

"Superstar. So, when are you free? Lucky for you, I have Robin's entire schedule memorized."

They stare at each other for a time, at an impasse. And then-

"LISTEN TO THAT HOWLING MOB OF BLOCKHEADS IN THE STREET-!"

(Steve vaguely notes that they scare a few potential customers away with their musical numbers. (Yes. Plural. Obviously.) To say that Vickie isn't a great singer is a bit of an understatement. He thinks it is only fair, considering he already saved Family Video's phone bill by hanging up on Robin. ROBIN. If they wanted him to care they should pay him better.)

It is only once they have gone through the entire "Jesus Christ Superstar" Discography and Vickie is already stepping into her car that he realizes he never actually arranged the Robin and Vickie date. Rockie date? Wait......

He basically throws himself onto the the phone

"ROBIN!"

A very confused Mrs. Buckley calls for her daughter. Steve is practically vibrating on his feet.

"ROBIN! IF YOU COMBINE YOUR AND VICKIES NAME TOGETHER YOU GET ROCKIE!!!!"

"OH MY GOD, LIKE IN THE ICONIC AND VERY QUEER ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW?!"

"I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S INTO YOU BITCH!"

btw. people. please tell me your Vickie headcanons. <3

Hey look the WIP game actually works lol

-> tramp-stamp

-> gatekeeping 101

-> anti-heteronormativity

-> jancy appreciation hours