#would've done something more extravagent

[spookiedogg]

Day 7: Pride

[nakylvr]

— COOKING MAMA!

triples girls (yooyeon, seoyeon, mayu, xinyu, & nakyoung) x gn!reader

summary: how it would be cooking with the triples girls

warnings/tags: established relationship, fluff, idk what to tag this tbh

this is so random but i had the thought and needed to do something with it

Kim Yooyeon (김유연) -

— do not try cooking with her it will end in a disaster so serious fr

— a little surprising given she's the oldest with essentially no cooking knowledge, you will end up having to do most of the cooking

— she will try, but she will likely fail, but she tries to act as if she did it the right way while you weren't looking, only for you to ask and she just kinda freezes before admitting that she obviously did it wrong

— stick to cup of noodles, it's easiest for her

Yoon Seoyeon (윤서연) -

— she's surprisingly a better cook than you would've expected, so you two are pretty equal in terms of cooking knowledge

— she can cook the basics and most things as long as there's instructions and a recipe for her, and it might not come out looking the same, the taste is great

— that being said, she would much rather just order food than taking the time cooking it, understandable

— however, for certain holidays or events of some kind she would do her best to make something more difficult or that isn't often made, somehow succeeding

Koma Mayu (駒まゆ) -

— she will lowkey eat the food as you're cooking fr she just can't resist when it looks so good!

— she could probably make rice if she tried and that's about it, excluding ramen but yeah that's about it

— she would totally love cooking with you even if she isn't doing much, just spending time together alone is enough for her, but she also gets good food in the end? sign her up!

— she might not be able to cook or help much but she is great at talking endlessly while you cook so you're never bored at least when cooking

Zhou Xinyu (周新宇) -

— she does not cook, do not have her cook, don't even ask for help, some sort of chaos will happen

— you could literally be cooking the most extravagant meal and she'd be of no help whatsoever, just leaning against the counter looking pretty while you do all the work, even if she tries to help, you deny and so she just sits there

— she is your certified taste tester though, so whenever you're around halfway or nearly done you ask for her to taste and she'll tell you how it tastes and if it needs more of anything

— she doesn't even try cooking for your birthday she just orders catering and pretends like she made it for you (you know she didn't)

Kim Nakyoung (김낙영) -

— girl would rather eat cup of noodles and convenience store foods instead of cooking like fr

— you'll have to be the one cooking 24/7 im sorry, she'll try to help sometimes but most of the time she's just sitting on the counter watching you cook

— but, she would definitely try cooking something on your birthday, waking up before you to cook something and it might end in a fire but at least she tried!

— it's not often that you cook but whenever you do she's always standing there behind you asking if she can do anything to help and when you keep saying no she still doesn't leave your side, watching everything you do

[cheegu3]

𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 - 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍

prompt; here genre; yandere, one-shot warnings; yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, delusional!bf, sexual undertones / themes, nausea, anger, some violence, sympathizing w abuser, a little sad wc; 1.2k

'' You did this for me? ''

The first thing you saw while being led up the stairs was the extravagant cake. It looked like an exact copy of the one you'd had with your family and friends a year before, back when Hyunjin didn't know you. It sent chills down your spine.

He nodded, a proud smile on his lips. '' Do you like it? ''

Your eyes shifted to the other things he had done. Ballons were hung up in the background next to a happy birthday banner. Overall it looked very inviting and it was a sweet gesture. But you would've appreciated it more if he let you see your loved ones instead.

The living room looked so lonely with all its context. You always looked forward to your birthdays. However, ever since being kidnapped and kept in the basement you had no concept of the passing of time.

You glanced at the calendar on the wall. Sure enough, it was your birthday. You weren't even going to question how he knew that, he had revealed throughout your time here that he had stalked you for a long time and knew more than you thought.

Something stirred inside you, June, you had already been here for three months?

Hyunjin moved in your peripheral vision, causing you to be brought back to reality and become aware of his darkened stare at you.

'' It's perfect, thank you. ''

'' What were you thinking about? ''

You swallowed hard and tried your best to put on a fake, beaming smile. '' Just that it's already been three months since I came here. ''

He lit up. '' I know right! ''

Hyunjin didn't pick up on your tone because he refused to see things as they actually were. He was convinced you loved him as much as he loved you. So in moments like these when you showed obvious signs of contempt, all he heard was what he wanted to hear ' I saved her from her old life, she's so happy that we're together now '

Silence fell over you when you weren't sure what to say or do except give an awkward and very uncomfortable laugh. Exhausted from being drained by him, you tried to create some distance. Walking over to the cake, the threat of tears blurred your vision for a second before you pushed them back.

'' I have a gift for you. ''

'' A gift? '' you said, a hint of caution in your surprised voice.

A cheeky smile tugged at the corners of his lips. '' Stay here. ''

You watched him as he went into where he slept. What he'd called ' your bedroom ' once you'd upgraded and no longer resisted his advances, that is. Your eyes began to show longing while staring at the half-open door, you didn't know how much longer you could take staying in the basement. Maybe you should just give in to him, even if it's all an act, so you could sleep like a normal person above ground.

Once again, you were snapped back and blinked to focus on Hyunjin as he emerged from the bedroom. He was holding a big wrapped square box in his hands, with a colored bow on top.

Coming over to where you were, he sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. You felt uncomfortable being so close to him. Fear struck you out of nowhere as a thought crept into your mind ' what if he expects something back for this? '.

You took it from his hands when he extended it to you. His eyes had a playful glint in them. With your shaky hands, you carefully unwrapped it little by little, like it was the most delicate thing ever.

Maybe you were trying to delay seeing what it was, but unfortunately, that time came not long after since you could tell Hyunjin was getting impatient so you had to speed up.

You prepared to fake glee when you lifted the lid off, instead what you saw caught you by surprise so much so that you let a small gasp slip out.

Hyunjin threw an arm around you, a sly smirk on his face as he pulled you towards him. You stared down at the box again, making sure you weren't mistaken. Unfortunately for you, you hadn't been; the hint of lace told you everything you needed to know. That foreboding feeling you had felt before was real, your worst nightmare was here. He had given you lingerie.

'' I love you...so, so much, '' he murmured into your ear.

You felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over you. You didn't even think it was possible to get closer than you'd already been in that small claustrophobic couch, but now when you could feel yourself being in contact with him all over, it felt even more suffocating; like you were physically glued to him.

You squirmed a bit and noticed his smile falling. '' You don't like it? ''

'' Hyunjin, it's- '' but no matter how hard you tried to smile, it twisted and ended up looking more like a grimace of pain, there was no hiding your true feelings now, and for the first time he had picked up on them.

'' Why? '' he snapped, causing you to flinch.

In the past, his eyes would've softened at what he called his mistakes, which was when he lost his temper. Now though, the rose-colored glasses were slowly sliding off and he couldn't do anything about it.

He looked around at everything he had done for you and suddenly it all started losing color. The candles on the cake blurred, the balloons looked droopy and the confetti looked bleak. The look on his face when his attention returned to you, was something you wouldn't forget for a long time.

'' How could you do this to me? ''

You stood up and tried getting away. He closed in on you, caging you between the kitchen island and him. You whimpered when you felt the sharp edge press into the low of your back.

'' Hyunjin, please, baby, '' you tried desperately.

'' You never loved me, did you? How could you use me like this! '' he screamed with so much passion that you shuddered.

You didn't know what to say or do. Desperately pinned by him, you felt there was little you could say to help your situation.

He tried to control his breathing while staring at you. Your own was very shaky as you tried deciphering whether he wanted you to speak or not.

'' Say something! '' he answered your thoughts.

His voice broke and tears started overflowing in his eyes. You felt bad for him even though you probably shouldn't have. He must've been so lonely to become so sick; telling himself whatever he wished was real, and now the illusion was shattered.

You felt your heart ache painfully at the sight of him losing control and sobbing uncontrollably. It made your own eyes fill up.

All it took was one comforting hand on his shoulder before he fell apart completely. He let himself lean on you and cried into your hair.

'' I'm sorry. ''

You rubbed his back.

'' Me too, '' he sniffled and pulled away.

Then you both laughed unexpectedly at the awkward atmosphere.

'' I just- '' he sighed, '' I just love you so much. ''

You scrunched your nose as you cringed, but you could still feel it in your heart to be true, so a small smile shot to your lips through all the tears.

'' I know, '' you mumbled. '' I know you do. ''

Too much, and that was the problem.

[mxhirus]

Valentine's Day Headcanons

In honor of Valentine's Day, here are some headcanons! Of course, the setting is modern AU, ft. ships my friends like (i might do a second edition if you guys send asks for some pairings hehehe >w<)

MikaYuu

Mika ended up asking Yuu out to a fancy dinner, which he thought was just a friend thing because who wouldn't think it's a friend thing? (LITERALLY NOBODY YUU)

Yuu really sucks at social cues which is evident, and Mika sucks at expressing feelings

Mika has to straight up tell Yuu that he was asking him out, not like a friend.

Once Yuu realizes that it is a date, he gets all giddy and excited, kind of how Mahiru would if she were in his place with Guren. (He was raised by GureMahi with honorary uncle Shinya.)

The bill was expensive as hell but Mika's privileged rich self was able to pay because of his Krul budget

Yuu was planning on giving Mika tomochoco (lit. friend chocolate), and got embarrassed that he hadn't planned anything else

Didn't matter anyways because Mika wanted Yuu and nothing more, though he did enjoy the chocolates

Yuu dragged Mika along to many different stalls in the heart of the town they live in to try different foods, Yuu quite likes eating

Spent the rest of the day at an arcade, playing video games (Yuu likes Street Fighter, Mika likes Tekken)

GureMahi

Now that they're adults, they're able to do whatever they want. They've been married for a few years. Guren is quite shy, and simply wakes Mahiru up with a nice breakfast which he heavily struggled to cook. Mahiru enjoyed it, she likes anything Guren gives her

Guren spent the entirety of the night before planning their day together, Mahiru had obviously planned something extravagant to spoil Guren with, aware of how embarrassed he gets over being spoiled

They went out to the mall, Guren was equipped with his credit card, ready to enter debt (Mahiru has quite the fancy taste)

They bought matching sweaters because they're cheesy and corny like that

Then they go and have lunch at a local shop, and they share a bowl of curry because they are, yet again, extremely corny. Plus, it's cold.

Mahiru, noticing Guren's particular favor towards the curry, buys the whole menu, wanting to see Guren's reaction wholely

He got quite flustered

After their day has nearly ended, Mahiru blindfolds Guren and takes him on a long drive, entertaining him with some background music and conversation. She drives him to the place where they first met, and Guren, being Guren, rolls his eyes to the sky but ends up blushing like he would've when he was younger. Guren is quite overwhelmed with the amount of nostalgia, and peppers Mahiru's face in kisses, which are happily returned. They spend their day sitting in the field they played together in.

GureShin

This time, Shinya would do the planning. He's a pretty simple guy, a small act of kindness could impress and make him quite happy. Guren is a light sleeper, he has to sneak around him to get stuff done. Guren is awoken with Guren Squad outside as a mariachi, playing romance songs very terribly. Despite this, Guren appreciates the effort

Within the time Guren is distracted by the mariachi (Guren has a short attention span, and can be easily distracted depending on the topic), Shinya prepares a bouquet of Forget-Me-Nots.

Guren really likes the color, it reminds him of Shinya's eyes.

Once Guren is given the bouquet, he grows to be quite flustered and rolls his eyes and says he doesn't want them. When Shinya moves to take them back, in order to challenge Guren, he quickly takes them and puts them in a vase.

"I thought you didn't want them?" "They're mine."

Shinya had initially planned to spend the day at home, watching movies.

As aforementioned, he is quite the simple man. However, in turn, Guren tells him that he has ordered cake for them to share, so they must go to the bakery.

They pick up the cake, and Shinya, being the nosy mf he is opens the box. The cake inside says "Happy Valentine's Day, Shinya." and in smaller text under, "I love you" is written. This instantly has Shinya smitten, as he squeals extremely loudly to piss off Guren he likes teasing him.

"AWW YOU SHOULDN'T HAAAAVEEE. GUREEENNN!!! Someone catch me, I'm going to D-I-E!" "Oh my fucking God."

They ate the cake together and watched their favorite movies, cuddled on the couch and fell asleep.

ShinMahi

Valentine's Day is the competition of who can be more extra than the other, for Shinya & Mahiru. In this point in time, they would've been married for many years because of the arrangement. Mahiru wakes up first luckily, meaning she had more time to get everything done. However, Shinya wouldn't lose so easily.

Mahiru quite literally dragged a massive teddy bear into the living room and plopped it down onto Shinya's favorite spot on the couch, littering the couch with cards and flowers.

Shinya, on the other hand, anticipated Mahiru's awakening and very very quietly prepared baking supplies, as Mahiru thoroughly enjoyed baking with him. He also just so happened to have bought her yet ANOTHER car (Hiiragi flex).

Mahiru bought Shinya a shiny silver watch, because it compliments the color of his hair nicely, and she likes seeing her very handsome husband.

Shinya ends up walking into the living room, to see what Mahiru was up to. He sees the massive teddy bear. He is a simple man. Looks soft, hug. So, he dragged Mahiru to the teddy bear and hugged her, along with the teddy bear.

Mahiru grew quite flustered, but is responsive to his attention. She likes it a lot.

After a good cuddle session, Shinya drags Mahiru to the kitchen. She sees the supplies and gets excited. they quickly get to work on baking a batch of red velvet brownies. Mahiru and Shinya had both initially bonded over their particular favor towards sweets.

They end up very good, and they forget about their competition altogether because they made out and did some interesting stuff for the rest of the day. (That is up to your interpretation heheh)

[thedragonagelesbian]

Neve never felt more alive than when she was running herself into the ground, and after so many breakneck hours through Minrathous, the pounding exhaustion between her eyes was second only to the electricity under her skin, itchy and restless, like she still couldn't quite believe that the day had been won. That her city was, for now, safe.

And it was that want for something else to do--help, fix, save--that led her by aching foot and stump to Rook's room.

Raas de Riva hadn't done much by way of appointing their quarters. Most of the furniture had been pushed up against the glass wall of the aquarium, leaving a sparse room even sparser save for the racks of clothes lining the walls, an eclectic mix of street wear from across Thedas and more extravagant pieces of a distinctly Orlesian sensibility. Their current work averting the apocalypse didn't lend itself to the charlatan chicanery Neve knew they specialized in, but perhaps there was some comfort in keeping it all around. The trappings of when life had been closer to something called normal.

At the moment, though, the Qunari was dressed simply. They sat on the couch that doubled as their bed in a silk robe, loose-fitting and unadorned, with the left sleeve rolled up and a jar of poultice between their legs. The dragon had left them limping with burns up the left side of their body, but they hadn't stopped for much more than quaffing the last of their health potions before sprinting back through the eluvians. Back to Treviso. Their home.

(At least, everyone else talked about Treviso like it was Raas' home. It wasn't hard to pick up on, the incandescent patriotism of the rest of the Crows that fizzled out in them.)

They also weren't wearing their vitaar. Somehow, that seemed more vulnerable than the clothes or the injury, without their face in all bright, deadly colors, and Neve found herself glancing away, as if she had intruded on something intimate.

"Is now a bad time?"

"No worse than any other time when major metropoleis are being attacked by dragons spreading devastation and ruin and, oh yeah, the blight heralding the end of the world." They spoke so lightly it almost didn't sound like sarcasm, until they paused and smiled at themself. "Huh. I thought I was out of jokes for the day. Lucky you to get the last of them."

"You don't have to keep smiling on my behalf."

"And who else's behalf is there?" Their smile widened, all glittering teeth too slick and smooth, and Neve shouldn't trust someone who lied as easily and as readily as they did, but when they gave a shallow bow, her own mouth twitched. "I am at your service, Neve Gallus. What can I do for you?"

"Nothing more than what you've already done tonight," Neve insisted as she eased into the room. "Defending Minrathous, defending Dock Town, that was more than I had hoped for. Now it's time for me to return the favor." Drawing closer, she could see their bare face properly-- and the scarring across their forehead like a bird's plumage, too smooth and symmetrical to be the remnants of battle. "Be honest with me, Rook: are you alright?"

They blinked a few times, their eyes a brilliant emerald and dancing, as if they didn't quite understand the question. "When you play with fire as often as I do, you get used to treating burns. I'll be fine."

Neve had a passing familiarity with the casting styles of the Antivan Crow spellblades and the southern knight enchanters, but they worked with lightning and spirit magic. Not Raas' preferred element, not flames dancing in their palms and licking up their fingers, always at risk of blowing up in their face instead of their enemy's. So maybe this particular wound was from the dragon... but then again, maybe not.

"Do the Crows not teach their mages healing?" Neve asked, nodding at the poultice.

"Does the assassins guild teach their assassins to do the exact opposite of assassinating?" Raas quipped back. "No, it never came up. Besides, it would've taken some of the sting out of my teacher's pedagogy. 'Do or die' is a harder sell if you make it easier to not die."

With a grim smile, Neve recalled her own stint on scholarship in the Minrathous Circle, surrounded by wealthy students jostling to be the future of the magisterium and the professors who goaded them. "Mine usually went with the 'sink or swim' metaphor, but they were at least willing to teach us creation magic. And I think I've got enough energy back now to put that teaching to practice, if you'd like."

Leaving the offer open was more a formality than anything else; had they been on the battlefield still, it wouldn't have even been a question, which was why it surprised Neve to see Raas hesitate. A Crow's stubborn self-sufficiency, perhaps, as they absentmindedly thumbed more poultice into their arm.

Or perhaps it was the fact that that arm was already latticed with burn scars, flesh rotted to pale ash against the deep grey of their skin.

Was that why they had abandoned Treviso to Ghilan'nain's monstrosity?

Finally, they swallowed. "I wouldn't say no, as long as you're offering."

Neve sat down on the couch beside them, and she had to admit, however reluctantly, that it was in fact nice to stop standing for a bit. To stop running. Raas presented their arm, and she took it gently, one hand cradling them at the elbow as the other danced over the surface of their skin. Familiar glyphs formed between her fingers, worn weary and cold like the rest of her magic. Even care came out feeling like pinprick icicles, and Raas shivered so bad they nearly broke from her grasp. But the magic passed quickly, and so did the cold and the wound, fading to another streak of scar tissue.

"Sorry," Neve offered, listening to their teeth chatter.

"No, don't say that. You should be saying 'you're welcome', after I say 'thanks', of course. Thanks!" They were smiling again, but it felt strained now, even frenetic as they pulled their arm away and tugged their sleeve back down. "Hey, maybe you can teach me that sometime. I'd bet all the gold in Antiva you'd be the best teacher I've ever had."

"That seems to be a low bar that I've cleared."

"That's our motto, see: the Antivan Crows, lowering expectations of morality for everyone else in Thedas by comparison..." They suddenly stood. Restless, roaming, hands working nervously at their sides as sparks leapt between the tips of their fingers. "Until we decided we'd rather play vigilante heroes."

Neve pursed her lips. "'Play'?"

They hesitated. Narrowed their eyes. A gesture that wasn't quite reproachful but wasn't quite playful either. "I should've known it'd be a mistake to talk to you when I'm too exhausted to watch my mouth."

"Curiosity's a hard habit to kick." Worse than the curiosity itself, though, was the twinging in her heart beneath it. Concern plucking at her like a lyre. Because after all this, they still hadn't answered her question, and she was pretty sure they knew it too. "If you don't want to talk, I'll stop prying, I just thought, after everything that happened tonight..."

"Right..." But maybe it wasn't just tonight. Maybe that was the problem, no matter how far Raas stretched their smile. "Alright, I'll indulge your sleuthing. All my life, the Crows have only ever wanted for things to be exactly the way that they are. Business as usual, no responsibilities except to the highest bidder and the fattest coin purse and plenty of starving children in the slums and alienages to put to the fire and see who comes out alive. And hey, sometimes they even score a vashoth like me! And I'm just supposed to believe that all that's going to change once the antaam aren't there anymore."

Neve had never been so naive as to believe the romanticizing of the Crows that pervaded Antiva, but she'd also never heard such a forceful denunciation of them, and she wasn't sure which surprised her more: that it was coming from a person who had laughed in the face of three elven gods without flinching, or that that same person was still trying to smile through it. Voice trembling and eyes wide and still showing all their teeth.

"See, I spent a few years undercover in Orlais after I became a full-fledged Crow, and I saw all the same shit in Val Royeaux that I did in Antiva City, and you know what the only fucking difference was? There was an elven spy standing behind the throne trying to fucking fix things. Opening up alienages, repatriating the Dales, making the nobles who hurt her people hurt too, so why couldn't they ever do anything that mattered until it was too fucking late? Instead of obsessing over their goddamn contracts and the training and the tort--"

Suddenly, they weren't smiling anymore.

Raas let out a huff as they looked away, first at their arm, scratching at scars old and new beneath the fabric, and then at the floor.

"Hm. Wow." It was a temporary break, quickly swallowed down and blinked away and papered back over with that dazzling smile. "Aren't I charming when I'm raving like an abomination?"

How many times had Neve done this too? Swallowed down years, lifetimes of fury at injustice because to hold it whole would mean choking? Of course, she never replaced it with a grin, but with as much cold distance as she could manage.

As she stood, Raas' smile fell away a second time, but they didn't protest as she stepped near, her pulse matching the tremble in their fingers when she took their hands and squeezed.

"You're always charming, dreamer." It wasn't her usual form of nickname, but Raas didn't give her much to work with for shortening, and it made the tips of their ears darken, never one to be disarmed by anything except for that. "It's okay to be this too."

"...Thanks. For asking. For listening. Long day and all that." They returned the squeeze gently, thumbs tracing over Neve's knuckles.

What she said was: "Long life it seems too. Hopefully it'll be longer still, for both of us."

What she meant was I hope one day our pasts will be far enough away to not hurt us anymore.

"Hopefully!" They brightened again quick, resplendent as they began to swing their tethered hands. "But all I need to die happy and fulfilled is to know that I've made you believe in such a thing as hope."

Neve's cheeks warmed. "I just... didn't know what else to say."

"Say anything you'd like, just stick around so I can hear it."

"You're inviting me to spend the night?"

"Or the morning, I can't ever tell which it is here. But, I figure, you could use the rest too, and there aren't any wisps around to bother you," they nodded to the empty space around them, "plus as it turns out, I have this personality trait I recently discovered where I like spending time with friends after something awful happens instead of crying myself to sleep alone. Maybe it's a trait we share?"

Friends. They were that, weren't they? At least? What other word was there for the person who hadn't just promised her fried fish at the end of the world but could damn well deliver on it too?

"Right." Neve allowed herself to smile, still the ironic half-twist with one side of her mouth, but softer, somehow, fire melting ice at the edges. "A burden shared is a burden halved and all that."

"Hm. I bet we can do better than half."

What else could she call them but dreamer?

"Let's find out."

[they-them-that]

Reviewing and Ranking the Hatsune Miku x Pokemon Designs because I'm a procrastinator lol

(pictures from @hapuriainen)

Review:

Grass: It seems like they were going for the Sword and Shield look with the jersey motif and I think it's smart to blend that with cheerleading. That being said, I wish it was... grassier? It feels a bit like wasted potential as the look is too focused on the region over the type. I like the elements of the design though.

Fire: I love the idea with the stockings but that's about it tbh. Her hair is supposed to look like fire but it doesn't come off that way and her bangs are disjointed from her pigtails. The colours are too muted and I feel like not enough effort was made to make her blue hair blend in with the rest of her colour pallet. The idea is there but it ended up being pretty underwhelming imo.

Water: definitely the best of the starter types! I love every part of the design and it all blends together perfectly! I especially love the design of the swimsuit! Simultaneously sporty and dainty!

Flying: absolutely gorgeous and I can definitely see Articuno in her design! I love the light and silvery colour pallet so I'm a bit thrown off by that strong blue tone in the tie and glove. I think those should've been the same grey as her hair or maybe the hair ties (which I find a bit too dark but is alright).

Electric: a really cool and new idea that doesn't follow the expectation of a Hatsune Miku design! I really like the cartoony elements of her design but it does come across as a bit simplistic. The hat also feels too big and doesn't really look like she's wearing it? It also looks too feminine for the rest of her appearance imo.

Trainer: she blends right into the world of pokemon while still being Hatsune Miku! I especially love the signature trainer hat with headphones and the colours of her skirt being her actual colour palette. It's not too plain or overdone, it's just perfect!

Poison: Obsessed! It diverges from Miku's typical design expectations and creates a character that I'd actually love to see in pokemon! Her design is just so cool and exotic and the colours are so bright and fun. Those shoes are sickening!!

Ground: the concept of this design is a bit weak imo and the whole thing feels pretty flat. The clothes feel very basic that it comes across as a half-assed, generalized idea of a nomad. The shoes especially ruin the look for me..

Ice: really cool design (pun not intended)! I like the geometric shapes and the androgynous business attire. I'm not too sure how I feel about the green accents though (although the red on the bag makes it better but it's also weird that it's the only place with red so idk if that actually fixes it) and I wish the long pigtail bits weren't there and it was just the short hair. The pants could have more details too but overall, a really interesting design!

Normal: super cute, I especially love the glasses! It's a "normal" outfit which I assume was the intention so even though the saturated colours and simple outfit may keep it from being a favourite, I do think it's a strong design!

Ghost: it is a really cool design but to me, it doesn't give me "Pokemon". It feels like it's just a Hatsune Miku design that is ghosty and not enough innovation was put into actually merging the Pokemon aesthetics into this. Even as a stand alone Hatsune Miku design, there isn't actually a lot to it.

Bug: So precious! I love the simplicity and creativity put into this design. It's just perfect, head to toe!

Steel: love it! Every part of its execution is well done and I love the soft colours! It's simultaneously a cool and sweet design that I can just keep staring at!

Fairy: it's definitely cute and I like the idea of making her this gyaru school girl. It would've been cool to see something more extravagant for a fairy type look but it's still nice.

Rock: I love the princess design, she looks like she can be a gym leader or elite four member! It's so beautiful and the look is still great even without the dress and frills. I wouldn't understand how Miku can move with those things on her knees though lol. I also think the blue legging should've been black or have that blue present elsewhere in her outfit.

Dragon: I love a lot about the look but there are parts that also make it a bit disappointing. The shirt and pants in particular really wash out this look for me, they're so plain and bright (I hate that she's wearing a collared shirt). I feel like this should've gone all the way with its extravagance and medieval vibes, especially since it was the final revealed design and it's with a legendary Pokemon.

Dark: a stunning design that I didn't expect to be paired with Obstagoon! I love the slick shapes and the big fluffy hat and umbrella to contrast it (also the umbrella being a microphone is so clever)! The choker and shoulder straps make the look too modern but it's still overall really pleasant.

Fighting: Love the design and I'm obsessed with the colour palette! She looks so cool and I love the way sirfetch'd's leek was taken advantage of. My only nitpick is the shoes being a bit out of place from what's overall a slick design.

Ranking (lowest to highest):

18. Ground

17. Ghost

16. Dragon

15. Fire

14. Grass

13. Electric

12. Fairy

11. Flying

10. Ice

9. Rock

8. Fighting

7. Normal

6. Dark

5. Steel

4. Water

3. Bug

2. Poison

1. Trainer

[inkrabbit]

request for @phantombluue

something soft with both Notus and Silvanus

Notus:

He's one of the nicer ghouls out of the pack, so it's not uncommon to find him in the library, offering help wherever he can. Sanitizing the tables and chairs, and putting old returned books back into their spot. He likes the quiet. It also gives him an opportunity to skim through books he might've never considered checking out before, or even be one of the first few to know about new books.

But the second he's done in the library? He's scooping you up and taking you to his room. His setup is a bit more extravagant than the others. From what you knew, he was the only one that had a loft over his bed, the walls above it being lined with built-in bookshelves that held countless books. There was also a plush beanbag up there that you two would spend countless hours sitting in, talking softly as the sun set and the darkness took hold.

Tonight was a little different. He carried you to his bed that was right underneath the loft, surrounded by fairy lights so you two could still see each other. He had pulled you away early from your chores today, saying he felt like you had done enough. Who would argue with one of Nihil's ghouls? Certainly not you. You let him pull you away, both of you giggling like children as you crossed through the old path down to their dens. You couldn't hear the others, but that didn't matter to you. All you wanted to do was spend time with the air ghoul.

The air in his room was strong with his musk; a crisp autumn scent that you normally got lost in. You had kicked off your shoes and joined the ghoul in his nest, a smile cemented on your face as he pressed his cool lips to your cheek. He keeps his voice soft as he talks to you, asking about your day and how it was. You indulged him in conversation and told him about the chores Imperator had given you today. He had laughed when you worried about the consequences of not getting some of them done because you had been pulled away early, and he assured you that nothing would come from your absence. He promised he would talk to Imperator personally, or at least relay the message to Nihil. You knew he had always been the favorite.

“Don't worry about it, liebe.” His cool hand strokes your cheek and you feel the tip of his claw brush against your skin. “Just focus on being with me for tonight.”

Silvanus:

It's no secret that he's not interested in helping out around the ministry. He's told you before that after Imperator's return, he stopped caring. And he decided to showcase it with you.

It didn't matter what time of day it was or what you were doing. If he felt like being with you, he was going to be with you. Most of the time he was good, sitting by or helping you finish whatever you were doing. But the second you were done, that was it. He doesn't care if you had anything else to do, tugging you away from the abbey and towards the dens.

Today, however, Silvanus decided he didn't want to wait. He found you in the back of the library, scoffed when you told him you were putting away books and decided to pick you up when you playfully told him you weren't moving from your spot. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you back to the dens, telling you someone else could finish putting the books back if they wanted it done that badly. You slapped his chest as you laughed. You knew he wasn't the most patient ghoul.

The one thing you could never get over about Silvanus was his love of music. It seemed like everywhere he went, everything he did, he had to be playing something. And cuddling was no different. He had closed up his canopy before laying back, letting you rest your head on his chest while he scrolled through his phone. The song he picked was slow and soft, something you would've guessed might've been from the '50s. It matched the calm night you both wanted to have as he dropped his phone beside him and wrapped his arms around you. His hands absentmindedly rubbed your back as he hummed along to the song. It made everything feel so calm and serene; a very pleasant change from the occasionally hectic lifestyle you lived in the ministry. Even though the canopy had been drawn, the dim light pouring through from the window wall had been enough to illuminate some of the earth ghoul's features, those mossy green eyes glowing as he stared at you.

“Leave us be, Eros,” he sings softly to you. “Your intrusion kept our love delayed.” 

[redshamrock56]

Happy Valentines Day! Would've done something bit more extravagant, but just decided on doing something a bit more simple.

So here's Wizwuz holding a little cubit heart.

[floweroffira]

Happy Birthday, Heizou! Enjoy some time with Aether! _____________________________________

Aether had to admit to admit...

He felt a little awkward.

It wasn't that he'd never gone to a restaurant before, and with Paimon being absent she wasn't able to embarrass him with her bottomless stomach. No, the real reason he felt so weird was…

Well…

"Can you afford this?" Aether said quietly, looking around the fancy private room. The restaraunt allowed each customer to have their own room, complete with gorgeous decorations, sinfully comfy cushions, and tableware that Aether was too scared to touch at first.

Even the waitresses were stunning! Each server was clothed in silken, extravagant fabrics that gave them an air of elegant royalty.

The food was nothing to snuff at either, each dish having been perfectly aligned to his tastes and chosen previously before his arrival.

He would've expected this from the Kamisato family, not him!

Aether shifted nervously as he awaited an answer from Heizou, the detective looking completely unaffected by the fancy surroundings.

Heizou took a sip of tea, his elbow propped on the table in front of them. "I do have a decently paying career, you know," He answered, "You don't think I make chump change, do you?"

"No, it's just…" His hands curled into his pants fabric, "This is…a bit much."

"Only the best for my dear partner," Heizou purred, "Don't you worry about the price. I'm treating you, remember?"

"It's your birthday!' Aether exclaimed, "I should be treating you!"

"Says who, exactly?" Heizou placed his cup down, leaning his chin on his fist.

"I-It's…" Aether licked his lips nervously, trying to find the words, "It's just how it is!"

"And if I say I don't want that, what're you gonna do?" Heizou chuckled, "You'll go against my own wishes on my birthday?"

"I'm saying I want to do something for you! Isn't there anything you want?!" Aether finally blurted out, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Heizou's eyes widened, blinking a few times as he stared at Aether.

A few seconds passed.

His lips curved sharply.

"So, what I'm hearing…" Heizou lowered his arms to the table, leaning across, "…Is that you want to do something, if not anything for me, for my birthday."

"Y-Yes…?" Aether shifted backwards a little.

"Anything, huh?" Heizou hummed, thinking carefully, "The list is endless. Am I limited to only one, my dear?"

"Um…" It was his birthday, "I can do…more."

Heizou's gaze darkened. "More?"

"W-Within reason!" Aether hurriedly added.

"Of course," Heizou breathed out, "A shame we still need to eat. I want to claim my present right now."

Aether swallowed down his embarrassment, throwing caution to the window as he leaned across the table to meet him halfway. He kissed him quickly, pulling away before the detective had a chance to deepen it.

"Be patient?" Aether whispered, sending a side-eye to the closed sliding door, "When we're done, we can…" He made a vague gesture with his hand.

Heizou let out an exaggerated sigh before dropping back fully onto his cushion.

"Very well," He conceited, sending a dangerous smirk as someone knocked on the door and entered. He ignored the waitress who came in to deliver their first appetizer, delighting in the way Aether's face erupted in crimson and the woman's body tensed as he spoke.

"But tonight, my dear, You're Mine."

[death-in-shift]

NSFW Alphabet For Maia

A/N: I would've done Maia's NSFW Alphabet last Sinday but I ran out of writing juice. Plus, work handed my ass to me. Still low on writing juice, but I'm slowly bouncing back. But I may post Hayden's NSFW tonight as well, if not, maybe Monday. I just want these out already.

Minors, you know the drill. Do not interact or else I will steal a right shoe from one pair, then the left pair, and I will continue with all shoes so you're forced to mix-match. If you only have on pair of shoes, I take off the soles from those shoes so you got boneless Timbs, Nikes, Vans, whatever pair it is. I have no shame in damaging shoes.

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):

Maia will give princess treatment. She is very accommodating to her guest, friends, and family. She may ask a bit of reassuring questions only because she wants to be on the same page. She'll put her partner's needs before her own.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner's):

She loves everything about her partner, but the 🍑 stands out to her the most. This doesn't mean she will at everyone's ass, but if her eyes fall onto her partner's, then she will be respectively looking. She also likes 🍒 On herself, it would be her thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum):

Maia doesn't mind having cum on her body or body. She does feel hesitant on tasting/swallowing it because of the bitter taste she heard about. But this doesn't mean she completely turned down the idea.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs):

She wants to try BDSM. What piqued her interest was the primal and prey, shibari, and spanking (that counts as BDSM, right?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?):

She is a virgin.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying):

This angel doesn't mind any, just as long as she can be close to her partner. If her partner used a strap-on, she would like to try missonary, doggy, spooning, and cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or humorous?):

She may lean towards the serious side because she wants to focus on the intimacy between herself and her partner. Once in a blue moon, she will giggle when a small thing like headbutts happen.

H = Hair (how groomed are they? do the carpets match their drapes? etc.):

Maia usually goes bare but she doesn't mind having hair there. She would make sure it's trimmed and no hair sticks out past the bikini line (hopefully that makes sense). And her carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment from a romantic aspect?):

This princess is affectionate and protective. She dreams of having a loving wife and children. Nothing extravagant, just something that doesn't become overwhelming for her. She also shows her love through physical contact and spending quality time with her partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

When she needs to relieve her stress, she tends to masturbate in the shower. Her work being a princess and keeping up with the public and reputation does get her frustrated. Plus, she does get into the mood at times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Maia is mostly vanilla, but she wouldn't mind trying some kinks her partner suggests. It will take her time to process and open up to it though. She does like to be edged or denied orgasm though.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do):

She prefers it in her room or the shower because of the privacy she'll have with her partner.

M = Motivation (what turns them on? what gets them going?):

Flirting, being touched, having a sensual moment is what gets her going.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, what turns them off):

Pretty much the same as Omar and Jae; nothing with urine or feces.

O = Oral (preference in receiving or giving, their skill, etc.):

Maia leans more into receiving head. It's almost as if she's a pillow princess but she will give head to her partner whether they wear a strap-on or not.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?):

Medium pace. She doesn't mind fast or slow, but she wants to go at a medium pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Quickies doesn't sound appealing to her. She'd rather have time to become intimate and closer rather.

R = Risk (are they the type to experiment? do they take risks?):

Since she still lives in the manor with her parents, some maids, and security, she doesn't want to take risks. In public, it's the same since she may have paparazzi or unknown stalkers follow her. She's also worried that even going in disguise won't help her out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds could they go for? how long do they last?):

She may go between 1-3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own any toys? do they use them on their partners or themselves):

She owns a couple vibrators. One of them is clitorial stimulation and the other is the remote control one. She likes to mess around with the settings to edge herself. If she were to use some on her partner, she'd make sure that they're not used, cleaned, and ONLY used for that partner only.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?):

The princess may tease here and there, but not to the degrading status. She couldn't bring herself to try, but she will give praises.

V = Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make? etc.):

Maia can be loud but she tries to be quieter. That's where she'll need to be gagged.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character):

She dreams about squeezing her thighs around her partner (if they're ok with it) and she wants the treatment returned to her.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive):

It's moderate. As mentioned, she will take out her frustration by masturbating but she usually tries to avoid doing it often in fear if she'd be caught and deemed as impure.

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards):

If the sex was real good, she's out like a light and knocked for the night. If it was good in general, she may have some energy left to continue (and maybe try to dominate).

[finn-brooks]

"I don't recall asking if you wanted to have a conversation. I want to have it, and do not make me the bad guy for wanting to sort and hash out our miscommunications."

Finn's response is hair-trigger, defensive and sharp. He can't help it with the way Madison glares at him as if he suggested something so awful. Still, he keeps his tone level and stands firm. More so when she goes another route, and something twists in his stomach that feels akin to a dulled knife, slicing from side to side in a crooked and messy smile from which for his insides to spill.

It's how it feels trying to not swallow it all down and pretend it's fine, or to not walk away from it. His vulnerable parts exposed to the world, open and red-raw to be seen by the person he fears the least most times, but in this moment, the most.

"Stop."

It's a warning, and a command, but it lacks any authority. Finn's voice instantly softens as he tries to not project in any way. This isn't Madison's game. She's not manipulating him with guilt. These are her insecurities, and in that moment, she's scared just as he is, about this fragile situation between them.

"I don't want to go." Finn doesn't realize it until he is standing in front of Madison when he crosses the space between them, and both of his hands gently cradle her face. "We didn't have that conversation yet, but I want to have it now, and it's not because I want to run away from you."

He would've done it already. Quietly, with the gradual distancing and fading interest.

"I get complacent, Maddie, and it's one of my worst flaws. It felt comfortable, and I never addressed it, just like before. How it took me eons to tell you how I felt about you, and then we fell into what we have now, and it was safe." Still is, really, even as they toe the line into the next step. "But we hadn't had that conversation, and until you said it before, I figured you were content there too. I assumed, and I was wrong for it, you want something more, and I can't go stringing you along, right?"

He pauses and smiles, using that moment to press his lips to her forehead, and when he parts, he lets her go.

"But the thing is, we can't always do this. Me so far behind while you run ahead, we need to be on the same page." About their wants, their boundaries, and all of their expectations. "But that can be something I work on with you, as your boyfriend. If you really want to make it official, I do too. I'm ready for that. Or if you want to stay where we're at, or cut it loose here, too, I understand."

Is it so simple as to say it? It sounds so, but Finn feels a lump in his throat regardless. It's no extravagant declaration, something he thinks Madison would prefer over them standing in their pajamas in her kitchen, with the cereal in his bowl growing soggier by the second. A sacrifice he can make if it's to pull her from the torment of her insecurities and fears about them. His hands find hers.

"So, I will officially ask - would you want to be my girlfriend?"

@madiiscn

Madison turned her head, looking over her shoulder just in time to watch Finn's display of which levels they were at - and apparently, almost obviously, they were not on the same.

"You think I want a conversation with you?" She said, as she spun around, with arms folded against her chest and eyes glaring at him. Her mind was running through a million thoughts a second, and she found herself settling on a conclusion to this entire situation that was purely fabricated in the deepest insecurities of her head.

"This is it, isn't it? This is where you end it with me and we're gone to the wind." Now her arms are thrown up, with an exasperated sigh. "Just like everyone else before, just say it Finn! This is too much for you!"

Any sign of trouble and its as though she's programmed to believe that her run with anyone has ended. Once again, she's come on too strong, gotten attached too quickly and loved too fast. Not that she would have admitted to the depth of her feelings - but she loved him. Perhaps not deeply, and perhaps she hadn't fallen - but she latched onto the precipice, because she knew the minute she let herself go, he'd be scared off enough to flee before even giving a passing thought to catch her.

History always repeats itself.

But she loved who he was, loved spending time with him, loved even their pettiest arguments because at least it meant he cared enough to entertain her. She couldn't deny it, and it scared her, because she'd been convinced that she was unlovable in the same sense. It wasn't lost on her that she was a brat, she was a spoiled, self-centred, inconsiderate, little brat, who should have been used to not getting things her way - but still expected it.

"If you want to go, then just go." She gestured towards the front doors, before standing in silence, sullen, and waiting for the inevitable.

Run while you can, Finn Brooks, she thought.

@finn-brooks

[ofperzys]

ㅤㅤㅤ♛ ─── 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 | @uncrvwned

ㅤrenly had grown STRONGER in the months following the siege. a steady diet of deer meat & bread had done more than just spring the youngest baratheon up nearly half a foot - stannis found himself genuinely being pulled along by the brother he used to carry to bed almost a year prior.

ㅤbut being so near the banquet table turned his stomach - & not because it was surrounded by drunken lords and serving girls. stannis eyed the stuffed pig in the center of the table, half-listening to renly as the younger prattled on how robert had slain it one-handed. stannis muttered something about over-exaggerations, though it probably wasn't.

ㅤwere the effects of the rebellion truly forgotten so quickly ?

ㅤcountless feasts & parties followed after robert's coronation, each seeming more EXTRAVAGANT than the last. he would hear some talk of the war here and there - though, only in glorious war tales or spitting at the name of their old mad king.

ㅤwith the way stannis was nearly toppled over when a larger man accidentally bumped into his shoulder, he had a harder time forgetting.

ㅤhis slight build didn't hinder his speed, thankfully. stannis admittedly felt a touch of RELIEF as he left the banquet table behind. no doubt renly would find a better conversation partner & scarcely notice stannis' absence. the smell of roasted pork threatened to bring up the fruit he'd eaten for lunch - it reminded the stormlord too terribly much of the dogs & rats...

ㅤa lady dressed in gray had appeared out of nowhere. if stannis had weighed any more, he likely would've knocked her down.

ㅤ" apologies, lady stark, " he says in a tight voice. the stark colors and red tully hair identified her for him. that, & robert was very descriptive when he spoke of ned stark's wife. his gaze flickered down at the thought.

[shiny-jr]

To the soft yan vil simps, I offer this as tribute so my crops may be blessed and my rolls not shit - we've talked about a darling who continuously tried and failed to confess due to interruptions, but imagine how beyond elated vil would be if they actually succeeded, and not only succeeded, but went the extra mile in making it as romantic as they could

I wonder if he'd appreciate it more if the confession was in private too? Like to him, affirming that his darling cares most about his reaction, and not trying to appeal to a crowd for him, if that makes sense.

Warning: Soft yandere stuff. Gender-neutral reader. Smut? Not really though, just describing smooch scene (can you tell I rarely ever write these kinds of things)?

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Summary: Vil finally getting his kiss.

Note: SPEAKING ABOUT SHIT ROLLS. Did y'all know, I hate Cater now? I've literally wished over 120 times on his banner, and he refuses to come home. Apparently everyone else wants to come though. Because in the process of trying to get Halloween Cater, I got my second Halloween Jade, my second SSR Ruggie, my second Halloween Vil, and last night I got my first SSR Azul. Anyways I don't know what came over me but I had the urge to write this.

"Vil... I like you."

There it was. The words he longed to come from your lips, said directly to him. For a moment, he froze. And he never froze. He had expertly handled countless confessions before, all with rejection. And yet here he was, like a deer in the headlights, feeling heat creep up his neck and settle onto his cheeks in the form of a furious blush.

These weren't just any words. Sometimes, an "I like you" could simply be brushed off as something akin to "I enjoy your company" or "I like our current platonic relationship." But this wasn't like that, oh no. You had secluded him purposefully for the sole reason of confessing romantic feelings. It wasn't extravagant, which was fine by him. But your intention was clear, and so were your sincere actions by gifting him a bouquet of dark red roses which you must've picked yourself from the botanical garden, judging by the condition of the blossoms.

Of course, he could've sped up this process by confessing to you himself once he realized you liked him romantically. He realized a few weeks ago. But, he was much too prideful to immediately give in. But he was desperate for your love, so if he had have to wait any longer, well, he just might've gone through with his own confession to you out of desperation.

It took so long to get here though. He had to busy Rook and Epel with tasks so they didn't disturb the moment, make sure everything was just right, but also besides that. He had done so much before this event. Vil allowed Rook to frighten anyone who dared look at you oddly. The dorm leader made sure that all potential rivals stayed away, and he had his loyal huntsman and other discreet options of how to deal with them.

It was a good thing he was seated when you confessed, because his knees felt weak now. If he were standing, he most certainly would've risked toppling over like the first time he wore heels. His heart was beating erratically, and for once he was speechless. His throat felt dry as he gazed down at you, you nervously awaiting a response. Vil had it all planned out in his head. He would elegantly accept your confession, perhaps you'd embrace, and he'd invite you out to dinner. Well, that elegant acceptance was now out the window. He was so shocked, so elated, he knew this confession would happen but still, he couldn't get over it.

A desperate man acts on his needs, and so he did. You noticed the slightest tears appearing in his eyes as he gave out a breathy laugh of disbelief between a joyful smile. The next thing you knew, he practically flung himself at you, his upper body leaning over yours as he shifted in his seat on the wooden bench beside you. In an instant, his lips were on yours. They were soft, sweet, which was probably to be expected. Vil intensified the kiss, his body inching closer to yours so he was practically right up against you. It was as if he were dying, and you were his cure he needed. He tilted his head to angle the kiss just right, while one of his hands rubbed circles on your back, but it was firm enough to keep you in place extremely close to him. His other hand held your cheek, keeping your face in place.

You were beginning to get breathless, in need of oxygen. Vil, as much as he wished to continue, began to need air as well. That's when he pulled away, but you didn't even have enough time to say a word when he dove right back in for another kiss. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth.

By the time it was over, you were completely dazed and stunned beyond words. There must be red lipsticks stains all over your mouth. Maybe your hair was a bit of a messy because by the third kiss he moved one of his hands to the top of your head, where his fingers played with your hair and his nails carefully scratched your scalp so it sent a shiver down your spine. Not to mention the intense heat caught in your cheeks. Vil finally stopped, but he stayed incredibly close.

The hand that had been on your back, was now on the bench, his fingers just over yours. And that hand that had been cupping your cheek, moved to your chin to tilt your head upwards.

Vil had an intense and pretty blush on his face, his lipstick smeared just a tiny bit. Miraculously, none of the makeup around his eyes had been messed up by the small amount of tears he shed moments ago. He smiled softly, enchanting eyes gazing at you with such obsessive love, as he murmured, "I've waited so long to do that."

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Why is it so hard to believe that a princess would lie?

No one entertains the idea that the new tax is for the purpose they claim. The king lies, the streets remain potted with holes, and we all knew this would happen.

Dukes and Duchesses and princes? Do you trust their words more?

No.

So why do you trust hers?

Is it because she's a merchant's daughter, and not a highborn girl of status and power?

Tell me, do you really trust the wealthy shopkeeper to give you the most of your money's worth?

I thought not.

You trust her story because you want to. I get that, it is quite the tale. I know my words will fall on deaf ears, but I cannot go forever without telling it. Princess who's love would have me executed or not.

We never called her Cinderella.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Ella. Ella was the name of my new sister. She was younger than Anastasia, but older than me. I was excited to meet her. She was not excited to meet us.

The first night in the new house (It was an extravagant place, then before we'd gotten used to it, it had stairs!), Ella shut herself in her rooms for dinner, then breakfast, then was coaxed out by her father for lunch. Her eyes were puffy but she still leveled us with a glare that felt like a drafty window.

Ella did not want us here.

"Give her time," Mother had told us, "Her mother passed away recently, this is a big change."

So we gave her time. Two years should've been enough to dull the hostility, but when I'm pranked so viscously, I retaliate. I regret it a bit now, it was childish, but I don't think I would've ever done anything differently. See, Ella's father, the man I should call my papa like she did, didn't believe Ella could do wrong. I could tell him that she'd put rotten egg in my shoe, but Ella wouldn't do that, it must've been Anastasia, if I wasn't lying. So I fought back in my own way, and got punished for it more often than not.

Two years later, and we were just as much enemies as Ella had expected of us.

Then Ella's doting father died.

Here's the beginning of her story, she "Became a servant in her own house," right? Honestly, I think she actually thinks that's how it happened.

Context, Ella, is important.

Mother didn't appear to grieve (She did, of course, but Ella never learned to read my mother's face.) Mother couldn't afford to waist time lounging with her tears, we were living in a house we couldn't afford. So Anastasia sat at the table and started embroidering for hours, Mother and I ripped the useless flowers from the garden and planted the dye plants we knew so well. We secured an income to keep the warm, draft-less building. Mother tried to remarry (yet again), but some nasty rumors of poison kept the husbands away. I still wonder if Ella, the charismatic socialite, had something to do with them.

We couldn't afford to keep servants, but we knew how to clean and cook, and do all the things we did before. Ella did not.

I do wonder if our work all went unnoticed. Did she really not care that I made dinner, because of how horrendous it was to was dishes? She says now, that we all lounged around and did nothing. Well, Ella, maybe its because I stuck my hand in the laundry water and scrubbed instead of swishing it around hoping the dirt wouldn't get on me!

It does not take that long to do simple chores if you dig in and do them!

(And before you try to say it, we did teach her how. But the washboard chipped a nail and was then onward unusable.)

Mere months of this, oh, that's right, Ella doesn't use the correct dates in her tale, No.

This didn't go on for six years, like she'd have you believe. Her father hadn't been in the ground for a year when the ball's invitation came.

I wish it had been longer.

She would've figured chores out and had a bit of free time. Then, maybe she would be content to not ruin us.

I think you can figure the rest of the story out. I dyed fabric, Anastasia embroidered, and Mother stitched dresses together for all three of us. Ella's didn't meet her standards and she wore something from an old chest of her mother's. It had been a beautiful gown, I could imagine a fairy stitching it.

The party came and went, we had fun and Ella had a hook in the prince. The envoy came to collect her a week later, and she'd had soot on her fingers from scrubbing the fireplace.

That was the first and last time I'd ever see Cinderella.

[aluckiicoin-a]

“Softer than romantic? “, what a joke. What could that even be? Softer than candlelight dinners, roses delivered, serenading unto someone? Maybe he had a weird perception of romantic.

It was such a fragile lie, his guest leant into the threat and into the touch. Sampo enjoyed the blade's edge. That's nothing someone wishing for softness would do. Aventurine had half a mind to call him out. No, it was more than that. Maybe calling him a sadist had been more of a wish than the accusation he took it for initially. And wouldn't that be a delight. Ah, he was almost hesitant to check up on his assumption. The idea, he might have found someone to match him was just too nice to risk the truth.

“Are you lying to me, or to yourself to?”, he settled on asking, digging the blade in almost enough to draw blood when it met the gesture of his guest. He dropped it to avoid any harm done.

He wouldn't hurt someone unwilling, not in this setting. Aventurine did have standards and rules he'd follow. His other hand caught the letter opener to flick it between fingers. He had wanted to. To draw blood, to leave a wound. The desire was there - to test his theory after all.

Instead his now weaponless hand moved to caress the skin in reach. To indulge his dear rat, fingers wandering along jaw and cheek until they could grasp at the chin. Testing the limits on how well the other would follow commands when he tried to move the blue-haired's head to his desire.

“Would've been surprised if you met a Sigonian before. Even more so them being Avgin.”, unless the other was in the habit of picking up strays, that was. No, while he had no doubt about the other having spent time on a lot of different planets, he did doubt that he paid attention to the gutters. The place where most people wanted Aventurine to return to.

Ah, so that was his plan. It was a nice one, too. The blonde could work with the idea. He'd delight in dragging the other along. See who snapped first, his companions ability to bear with the toxic environment or the IPC and merchants under being made prey to a con artist. He latches onto the fake hurt for a second and shakes his head upon the laughter.

So close, yet so far. “You'll look less pretty next to me regardless what I put on you, precious.”, arrogance in form and function but he wasn't wrong, was he? There was a certain bias toward pale skin, blonde hair and extravagant eyes. And while his dear rat was tall, a certain amount of people preferred people who looked like they could break under their hands. And Aventurine was somewhat of an expert to play that part by now.

“I'd have a hard time to make you look ugly however.”, sincerity, a rare occasion but there was no reason to hide that he considered his playmate attractive. Even more so close up - like now. The gambler hummed, navigating fingers into the blue hair. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to feel it without the gloves?

“I want.”, he started, threading his hand into the strands “To drag you to my tailor.”, he ended, pulling on whatever he got into his grasp. “So I don't to have to guess on you measurements.”, a simple explanation. “My dear 'sister' wouldn't wanna appear in something that doesn't fit, right?”, a certain word tasted like knives on his tongue, regardless his grip softened, maybe, just maybe turning into something like a caress. “But I'll have to give you a wig – and we will have to stick to it too.”

His laughter continues, soft and filled with excitement. “What a shame. Romantic types are pretty popular. I prefer mine to be a bit more on the softer end.” But he was always willing to try something or rather, someone new. For the mere fun of seeing how they would act. It seemed like he would have to be the one to initiate things. So he leans into the hand that held him, nuzzling up into the finger that traced the pale skin oh so wonderfully. 

“I’ve never been with an Avgin before. Paid dating or otherwise.” So yes, he was offering his services to the blond. “Surprise me. I'll wear just about anything for a price. Just don't make me look ugly, I'll be very sad if you do.” To this he makes a fake sniffling sound to show his hurt if the male decided to. But it's quickly replaced with laughter. As long as it brought elation, he didn't care what the other asked him to wear.

Sampo could be in a clown suit and he'd wear it with pride and a big smile on his face.

“Whatever you want to do, little Jalokivi, just say the word.” He leaned closer, just to stress his next words. It's said in a soft whisper, his emerald hues staring right up at the bright blue and pink eyes that enjoyed taking control of things. “Just tell Big Sister Koski jump and she'll say How high?” 

[youngerdrgrey]

moments from a wedding // a wildmoore series, part 2

summary: “We sat across that table at The Hold Up, and we said, ‘to different minds, but the same heart.’ You are my heart, and I am so fucking happy to be your wife.” // Or, moments from a wildmoore wedding + read on ao3 (part one here) chapter two summary: Unintentional ring talk does not go the way Sophie would've expected.

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to talking 'bout rings —

Mary’s the one who came up with Bat Team Time Outs — or, bonding nights that were intentionally meant to be about fun and bonding and nobody else in the world. They’ve done karaoke and mini-golf, but Sophie’s favorites are the drinking nights.

Mary usually sits in the solo chair for dramatic effect. She loves to call it the hot seat and stare them all down while they play whichever game she’s chosen. Luke normally sits on one side of the couch while Ryan and Sophie take the other.

But tonight’s seating reminds Sophie of that first drinking night. Back at the loft with Cluemaster’s tequila. Tonight, Ryan tucks herself into the corner of the couch with her legs pulled close. She’s barely touching Sophie. Barely looks at her even.

“Okay, I got one! I got one!” Mary pitches forward a little too far on the couch. She looks a second from toppling over, but her excitement’s magnetic. “Would you rather have an extravagant engagement ring that can never come off or like a simple band that’s removable but it turns your finger green?”

Luke speaks up. “What kind of question is that?” Mary shushes him.

Ryan turns her beer bottle in her hands. “Neither."

Sophie glances over at her girlfriend. “You can’t say neither.”

“I just did.” She shrugs. “Engagement rings are impractical anyway.”

Mary cuts in. “What are you talking about? You wear rings all the time. You’re wearing rings right now!”

Ryan lifts up her hands to show off the silver bands that she wears all the time. The ones Sophie knows intimately. “Bands. Not bulky rings that snag on the batsuit.” She almost sounds defensive.

Sophie turns to Mary. “Ryan has a point. My old rings were too bulky to wear all the time, so I would take them off.” Stuff them in her pockets, or her locker, until Tyler reminded her to put them back on. “Option B it is. I definitely need something a bit more subtle.” She glances down at Ryan’s rings again. “Ryan too, so it can fit under her gloves.”

Ryan’s voice has a slight edge to it as she says, “You’ve got it all figured out, huh?”

Sophie forces a laugh. “You mentioned a problem, and I offered a solution.”

Ryan shakes her head. “It's not a problem. I just don't understand why they matter so much. Or why you need two of them."

Why is Ryan pushing back on this? “Well, one is a promise and one is—“

“Also a promise?”

Luke clears his throat, and Sophie’s reply dies in hers. “I need another drink." He sends a raised brow her way. "Sophie?”

Sophie glances down at her nearly empty beer and nods. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”

She lets him lead the way from the living room to her kitchen. The best thing about this place is the newfound space. Sophie’s old condo was condensed, and the loft offered no privacy. But here, they don’t have to lower their voices that much to keep a quiet talk between them.

Sophie drops their empty bottles in the recycling and heads for the fridge to grab new ones. Tries to will her mind to stay calm. So what if Ryan’s being weird about rings? Or that things are different recently? They’re fine. They’ve been through weird periods before. It’s probably nothing.

“So…” Luke comes to stand beside her at the fridge, “how are we playing this? Are we pretending like you aren’t planning your engagement or…?”

“I’m not planning. I’m thinking,” she says. He scoffs. She amends. “Thinking ahead. In an organized way.”

He sighs. She sighs and pulls two beers out of the fridge before closing it.

She snags the bottle opener out of the drawer. “You should’ve heard her voice when I brought it up before. She’s not ready. And I don’t want to throw things off.” Well, more off.

Luke nods. “I’ll tell Mary to avoid bringing it up, but you’re gonna have to talk to Ryan and sort it out.”

Sophie pops their beers. “That simple, huh?”

“It could be.” He takes his. “Ryan loves you, so clearly it’s something else. Figure it out, and then you’ll be able to go for it.” He pauses. “Wait, do you want to ask, or do you want Ryan to?”

“Hypothetically…” it’s a quiet night in their home, and it smells like fresh flowers and something warming on the stove. Maybe the moonlight streams in, since so much of their relationship started with the moon above them. Hypothetically, “Ryan asks. I have spent way too much time asking what she wants. It’d be nice for her to do it this time.”

Luke considers that. “Or you can ask for what you want. You get to do that, you know.”

“I do.” She’s also made it clear what she wants. She hasn’t wavered from the moment she kissed Ryan in those woods. “Thank you, though, for caring. And checking on me.”

He grins. “Just remember that when it comes time to choose who’s who in the wedding.”

Now who’s planning? Sophie shakes her head. “Jordan's called dibs on Maid of Honor.”

Luke sucks his teeth. “She did it the first time, and you saw how that wedding turned out.”

A hoarse laugh from Sophie. “That’s different, and you know it.”

His face scrunches. “Is it though?”

Ryan comes into the kitchen. “What are you two laughing about?”

“Jordan,” they say together. Sophie’s appreciative smile is enough of a dismissal for him. Luke clinks the bottom of his beer against hers before heading out of the kitchen. Ryan waits until he’s gone to turn one of her apologetic grins up at Sophie.

“What’d my favorite Moore do now?”

“Invite us to brunch,” Sophie lies, but she can cover it with a quick text later. “She wants us to meet her new boyfriend.”

Ryan cringes. “Please tell me he’s better than the last one.”

“We’ll be the judge of that. Come on.” Sophie starts to head back to their friends, but Ryan stops her with a touch to her left wrist. Soft fingers wind their way down to loop around Sophie’s ring finger.

“You know what’s different?” Ryan starts softly. “When people get tattoos instead of rings.” Sophie’s face drops without her permission. She can handle a lot, but tattoos?

Ryan honestly laughs, so it must be a joke. She pitches up on her toes to kiss Sophie’s frown away. Then kisses her again as their lips find the rhythm they know so well. But even in this kiss, Sophie’s brows knit together.

Sophie pulls back. “I already got a tattoo with you. I’m not getting another.”

Ryan traces the spot where Sophie’s little bat tattoo is. “So you’ll marry me but you won’t get a second tattoo?”

“Yes.” Sophie’s voice is firm. Maybe a little too firm since Ryan pouts. “But you can get one. Or,” Sophie pulls Ryan into her arms, and Ryan sinks into the hold, “we could talk about what's actually bothering you.”

Ryan doesn’t stiffen, which is a good sign, just sinks a little deeper and sighs into Sophie’s chest. “Not today, okay?”

“But soon?”

Ryan nods. “Soon. I promise.”

Sophie reminds herself to be patient. They have their whole lives. It’s fine. They’re fine. Right?

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end of author's note: thanks for rocking with me. as always, talk to me Gotham. what'cha feeling?

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