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me, waking up drenched in sweat, violently sitting up in bed and letting out a gasp: IT'S A METAPHOR FOR BEING A YOUTUBER
idk if someone already thought of this and this is also probably the most obvious reading of it but here i go anyway: i was just walking a dog and listening to potato prints and when phil said "you've come a long way daniel" i was like "huh phil is in the teaching position in all of these just like he was for youtube" like phil just gives editing pro tips the whole time and it all parallels their story as a youtube duo.
and obviously the entertainment industry is rife (not proper usage of that word but it Feels Right so fuck you) with satanic symbolism/imagery/iconography/motifs. being an entertainer is "selling your soul to the devil" etc etc and we know dan hates being a youtuber and does feel that way. you gotta upload twice a day every day in order to be the number one art channel on youtube dot com after all. you gotta make those crafts for satan. bo burnham has a ton of lyrics/songs that i'm thinking about rn like "you used to do comedy when you felt like being funny but now you're contractually obligated so dance you fucking monkeeeey DANCE MONKEY DAAAANCE" and in "repeat stuff" which is a commentary of how mainstream pop love songs and pop stars have to be really superficial and unoriginal because they need to appeal to everyone and at one point he sucks satan off lmao and is like AHFRUEHQFWIIO I AM A VESSEL IDUSHISKA 666 KAJSDFI ILLUMINATI UIGDFSAHIO FREEMASONS. highly recommend looking at the lyrics to that song if you're into that kind of thing.
also the (very rightful) dig at phannies for the "don't cry craft" spamming like "we love all of our crafty audience that spread the message of this channel on all the other videos on the internet! everywhere! everybody enjoyed that!" is how creators who want to keep status have to address their audiences no matter how annoying or harmful they're being. thinking of the ajr line "stay out of politics, stay on the fence / stay out of all of it to keep half your fans" because like,, yeah if a creator ever expresses an opinion that declares their feelings on one side of an issue then they will lose support (smosh is a perfect example of a bunch of people never ever ever expressing an opinion if it could be considered controversial among their audience, like refusing to address the genocide happening right now and just taking their zionist member who the fans are mad at out of some videos to be like "shhhhh nothing to see here we don't know what you're talking about"), ESPECIALLY if that issue is the behaviour of their audience.
obviously the first dapc video was not made with any intended meaning, they just woke up and were like "let's be weird and freak people out" and they did that, and then adding in symbolism and making it all mean something developed with time. but i'm gonna pretend that it has always had consistent meaning because i'm neurodivergent and love overanalysing silly little media.
i am so jhfbvdahfkiufadkhlj right now so if anyone has more theories or things to add lmk and thank you for coming to my ted talk
#me saying shit#dnp#dan and phil#phan#dan howell#daniel howell#amazingphil#phil lester#danisnotonfire#yeet my deet#yeet my deenp#danandphilcrafts#squareflakes#glitterfaces#potato prints#slime
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heian era sukuna headcanons please 🥺
i’ll make this a reader insert bc ur a yuuta glazer. also i wanted to include other characters. ily bae!
jujutsu kaisen headcanons | living in the heian era
⋆✮↪ ryomen sukuna, kenjaku, uraume, and yorozu
‘ - imagine: you are a powerful curse user living in the golden age of jujutsu. like many others, you venture across japan to take on trial after trial to perfect your technique. interestingly enough, you meet an odd collection of individuals along the way, each with their own quirks.
ryomen sukuna
the king of curses can be incredibly boring. meeting him was purely an accident on your part, but after surviving the first encounter, you’re in for a real treat. sukuna is a very straightforward person. he can be cryptic when necessary but otherwise follows a rather simple set of ideals. it’s just his unyielding consistency that sets him apart from others. sukuna is so self-absorbed that he dislikes absolutely nothing, not because he likes them, but because he has zero interest in learning a new hobby outside of killing and eating. he doesn’t like horse races, archery contests, or wrestling competitions. not a single type of entertainment. he’s just hungry. all the time. you’ve never met a glutton like him in your life.
kenjaku
he surprisingly enjoys sarugaku theatre. you first met him at the edge of ibigawa, a small town with only one meager stage for a dozen talented entertainers, sitting at the front row. kenjaku is actually more of an “it” than a “he” but you’d come to discover that a few decades later when you spot the familiar scar circling some maiden’s head. anyways, kenjaku enjoys sarugaku but in his own twisted way. where one might indulge in silly tricks and acrobatics, kenjaku treats it like a zoo, amused at how humans can choose to act like animals. he doesn’t belly-laugh at their jokes, but he likes it when they dance to drums. he calls it “monkey music.”
uraume
they can work their way around fabrics. it’s a hidden talent more than anything, and it shouldn’t have come off as much of a surprise. uraume’s palate is exceptionally refined, and so is their sense of style. however, you’re taken aback by how honest they can be despite their own plain attire. for example, when the jūnihitoe came into fashion, uraume was quick to express his distaste for the excessive layers and color combinations. when you asked what they would do to fix it, they suggested that women wear thinner fabric. then they referred to older, more practical styles of clothing with extensive knowledge. it's interesting stuff, but you wonder if it’s simply because removing the jūnihitoe is too much effort for a chef.
yorozu
she likes to read women’s court literature. you didn’t expect it from the wild woman, but you discover that she’s fond of titles like the diary of lady murasaki and the tale of genji. it’s incredibly ironic from someone who lacks public decency and pays little attention to anyone else but herself, especially considering the aristocratic themes in both of those texts, but still you find it sweet. it seems that even yorozu can’t escape the language of love in recent literature. she reads with obsession though, and often misinterprets many things. especially in the diary of lady murasaki. you hope she never mingles with politics.
(masterlist)
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk imagines#jjk#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen#jjk headcanons#kenjaku#uraume#yorozu#kenjaku x reader#uraume x reader#heian period#jjk kenjaku#jjk sukuna#jjk x reader#sukuna headcanons
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Safe Haven
Series Part Listing Found Here
Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character
Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.
Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)
Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.
Xilä is my own creation.
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Part 8 - Misunderstandings
Although Salveen and Jxo’s tent was relatively small, ever since Xilä had moved in, it had quickly become a social hub- much to the elder’s delight.
Salveen loved to entertain guests. So whenever the Sully siblings, Spider and any of their other friends came by to visit Xi, Salveen was always happy to whip up something tasty for them.
The kids- as Salveen liked to call them, although all adults now, with the exception of Tuk, had started a weekly game night involving a combination of human and Na’vi games- resulting in a fun but boisterous atmosphere, especially when things turned competitive.
Neteyam had learned early on that Xilä was quite competitive herself. He enjoyed sitting back and observing her taunting words towards her opponents, the excited glint in her eyes when she was about to win, her banter with his brother and Spider when things got heated, the little dance and handshake she and Kiri would do whenever they’d beaten the guys.
She was a sight to behold and it was always difficult to look away.
Tonight however, the first thing he noticed was that she seemed different. She was quiet. Reserved. Almost as if in a daze.
Neteyam had arrived late and smack dab in the middle of a heated game between Lo’ak, Spider, Kiri and three other guys they usually hung out with. They were all seated around the rounded table in the centre of the tent, talking loudly and animatedly to each other.
“You’re such a cheat monkey boy! I saw you hide something under your butt!”
“Oh yeah?” Spider taunted. “Come see for yourself then,” he said suggestively.
“Don’t be gross man, that’s my sister,” Lo’ak grumbled over a mouthful of whatever treat Salveen had prepared that night. “Xi, are you sure you don’t want to get in on this rou- Tuk, would you let the girl breathe already?! She hasn’t even gotten a turn yet!”
Tuk, who was seated in Xilä’s lap, spat out her tongue at him. “We’re having girl talk Lo’ak!”
Kiri snorted. “Tuk do you even know what girl talk is?”
“Of course I do. It’s when girls talk. Duhhhh,” she sassed with an eyeroll before turning back to Xilä to continue to say whatever she was before.
“See this is why I say we should leave her at home,” Lo’ak complained, “but noooo, because mom says if she wants to go, we have to bring her along.”
“Neteyam, hey man,” W’aote said, being the first one to spot him arrive. “Sub in for me this round will you? I’ve got to piss,” he requested, standing and leaving before Neteyam could even respond.
Neteyam sat in his spot, greeting everyone as he did. He looked over to where Xilä and Tuk were seated on the other side of the table with an expectant stare, waiting for her to acknowledge him..….but she didn’t.
Clearing his throat he asked, “ Where’s Salveen and Jxo at?”
“D’avi’s,” they all replied simultaneously with the exception of Xilä.
“Xi, do you want to play this round?” he called out with a grin, but it soon dropped and his ears fell backwards when all she gave him was a polite smile and a quiet, “no thank you.”
Throughout the night it became abundantly clear Xilä was avoiding him and he fucking hated it. She still smiled and laughed and participated in a few of the games, but he knew her so well by now, he could tell something was wrong.
She was not herself….she was not herself with him specifically. Her smile never met her eyes when they fell on him, it was almost as if she was forcing herself to be around him.
Later into the night, when he finally got paired with her for a team game, she kept her head tilted so that her hair cut off his view of her face. His jaw clenched and he ground his teeth in irritation and his desperation to find out what caused this sudden change, intensified.
They had no privacy being in a room full of his siblings and friends. A few times he asked her under his breath if she was okay, and each time she’d smile and say she was fine.
It was a fucking lie of course. He was fighting a powerful need to toss her over his shoulder, march them out of there and make her tell him the truth.
Neteyam was so focused on Xilä, and trying to figure out what had happened in the few hours he had left her alone, he was oblivious to his brother’s concerned glances.
Lo’ak seemed to be the only one to pick up that something was off between the two. He didn’t comment on it of course, but decided to keep the others distracted and unaware of the strained tension emitting from them.
During their final game, Xi was the first to lose. Feigning a headache, she stood and bid everyone goodnight before making an escape to her room.
Neteyam cursed under his breath when Kiri stopped him from trying to covertly sneak after her- announcing to everyone, it was his turn to play.
By the time the night was truly well and over, he stayed behind when everyone had packed up and left. Making his way into her room, he stooped and flicked on her lamp, ensuring it stayed dim. She was snuggled under a thick pelt, fast asleep.
Refusing to leave her just yet he laid on his side, propped up on his right arm as he stared down at her serene face. He frowned while he traced her features with the pad of a finger- noticing the slight puffiness under her eyes for the first time.
Had she been crying?
His feather light touch smoothed over her baby soft skin, her little twitching nose and those fucking kissable lips. He needed her to wake up already so he could see her eyes. He felt like he hadn’t seen them properly all night.
What was he missing? Why wouldn’t she look at him? Why wouldn't she talk to him?
Giving up trying to figure it out, he kissed her forehead and gently pulled her into his arms. She murmured incoherently when he moved her, then snuggled into him unknowingly as she settled against his chest and slept on.
He only wanted to hold her for a little while.
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When Neteyam awoke in his own bed the following morning, he felt like the universe was out to get him.
He had one goal and that was to get to Xi’s tent first thing, but no he could not....because his father woke him at the crack of dawn to inform him that he had to leave to attend to a situation.
This meant Neteyam needed to step in for him to conduct an evaluation on one of the warrior units- which was scheduled first thing.
Neteyam was irritable and cranky. He was snapping at everyone as he tried to get himself ready for the day. It truly seemed like his family members were all purposely trying to piss him off.
He felt horrible after because he had even made poor Tuk cry by yelling at her when he noticed she had painted flowers on the handle of his lucky dagger- thus ensuing an earful from his irate mother.
“Get out!” Neytiri hissed through clenched teeth after her long angry berating. She had had enough of his bad attitude. “What is with you today? This is not like you Neteyam! Your mood has been like this all morning! Fix it or don’t come home.”
“Bro. Bro!” Lo’ak called out, jogging to catch up to him when he stormed out.
Neteyam made his way through Home Camp while adjusting the jewellery and comm device he had put on badly in haste. He blew out a breath, strapping a visor to his forehead. “Leave it Lo’ak. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine,” he said with a condescending grin. “I just thought in case you hadn't realized, and to reiterate what mom said...but you’ve been a massive dick.”
Silence greeted Lo’ak as he continued to keep pace with his seething brother who was now fiddling with the strap of his riding satchel.
“Is this about you and Xilä?” Lo’ak asked, going the direct route.
That had Neteyam halting and turning to stare at his brother suspiciously. “Why would you ask that?”
“A hunch?” Neteyam didn’t look like he believed him, so he went for the truth instead. “Look, I don’t know if you guys see yourselves, but usually you’re all….touchy and flirty. You two can’t keep your hands to yourselves, at all,” he said with a grossed out face. “You’re both completely oblivious to the sexual tension you create.”
Neteyam swallowed. He honestly didn’t care at this point who saw them together. “So?” he said.
“So, I noticed she was all weird around you last night, okay? When you came in, she didn’t even glance your way…if anything, she looked tense. Normally Xi can’t wait to plaster herself to your side, and then you get this stupid goofy look on your face.”
Neteyam’s ears lowered and a lodge formed in his throat. “.....I thought I was being crazy. It was weird, she was different- distant. I tried talking to her but all she did was fucking smile and say everything was fine!”
“Are you going to go find her now?”
“I fucking wish,” he sighed, “I’m due to conduct an evaluation right now. Dad asked me to step in for him since he’s off dealing with some situation or the other...I’m already late and she’s all the way on the other side of Camp. I’ll have to find her after.”
“Do you know what you did?”
Neteyam rubbed the space between his eyebrows as if in pain, without response. That was all he thought about all night. He had no clue what he could’ve possibly done.
So why was his idiot brother so adamant that he did something?
“Not that I know of okay? And this could be all just a one off. We don’t know that something happened for sure.”
“Did you fuck her?” Lo’ak asked crassly.
“What the hell man!” Neteyam hissed venomously with a backslap to Lo’ak’s arm, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard.
Lo’ak simply shrugged. “I’ll take that as a no then. Did she want you to fuck her and you said no?”
Bewildered, irked and utterly pissed off, Neteyam stormed off, muttering an, “I’m fucking done with this conversation,” as he went.
But the annoying pest that was his brother seemed to be resilient. “I’m just trying to help you, asshole!”
“Well I didn’t ask for your help!” he seethed over his shoulder. “Lo’ak, will you stay out of it?! This is none of your business!”
“Maybe, but I’m making it my business! Xilä is upset over something you’ve done and you need to fix!”
Neteyam stopped and rounded on his brother again, braids flailing around dramatically as he poked a finger to Lo’ak’s chest. “You keep saying that! What the hell makes you think it was something I’ve done?! Huh? What do you know? And quite frankly, why do you even fucking care?!”
“So what if I care!” he roared. “And I don’t know anything, alright?! I’m not the one she’s being weird around. It’s you dumbass! So I suggest you figure out whatever the hell it is you did you did, grovel your ass off and fix this shit!” Lo’ak yelled, giving his brother a two handed shove for good measure before he stormed away.
Spider, who had observed the entire ordeal from afar, jogged after Lo’ak. He shot a bewildered looking Neteyam a curious glance as he went. “Hey cuz, what was that about? You two looked pretty heated.”
Lo’ak shook his head as he headed straight for the labs. “Trying to talk some sense into him is all…Hey did Xi say anything to you yesterday?” he asked.
“Uh…like what?”
“About Neteyam? She was all weird last night.”
“No she didn’t and shit, I didn’t notice,” he frowned. “She seemed fine though. I don’t get why you think something’s wrong.”
“Yeah I’m sure you didn’t notice,” Lo’ak said sarcastically. “Probably because you were so busy flirting with my sister,” he grumbled, ignoring his best friend's splutter of denial. “She’s not fine, Spider. It’s Neteyam she’s all off with. Something’s changed.”
“Um, no offence cuz but ah, you know the bet’s off right? You won….Why are you so worried about this? I care too but it’s not like it’s our problem to fix. They’re adults, they can work it out themselves.”
Reaching the outskirts of the labs, instead of heading inside, Lo’ak sat on the steps of one of the trailers with a heavy sigh.
“Do you remember what I told you I overheard my parents arguing about a while back? About what the council wants from Neteyam?”
“Mhm, yeah I remember. It’s shitty,” Spider said, climbing onto the railing to perch on top.
Lo’ak snorted. “Shitty is putting it lightly, he’s the eldest, so it’s expected of him. And you know the idiot…he’s all about following rules and tradition…so he’ll just go along with whatever they want- be their fucking puppet.”
He became silent for a moment. “That could have easily been me... except it’s not. I get to do whatever the fuck I want and he doesn’t. His whole life is already planned out,” Lo’ak explained. “They didn’t get to control my mother, so they’re trying to control him instead.”
“It bothers you…you feel guilty, don’t you?” Spider said seriously, staring at his friend with a frown.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I know I can be an asshole sometimes but I do care about him and I at least want him to be happy about the person he has to spend the rest of his life with- she’d be part of the family after all and…I’d rather it be someone I could put up with,” he added quickly, trying to play off the deep emotions he was suddenly sharing with his best friend.
Spider ignored his joke and considered his words. “And you think that person is Xilä?”
Lo’ak gave him an “are you for real” look.
“Have you seen him this happy with anybody else? If they don’t sort this out themselves soon I’ll have no choice but to meddle…….His time is running out.”
~
Xilä stood from afar, watching with weighted breath as a team of ikrans swooped in complete synchronisation. One rider in particular caught her eye, causing a flutter to tickle her stomach.
The riders landed one by one, gracefully dismounting before either releasing their beasts to open air again, or leading them over to the ikran enclosures a couple feet away.
Neteyam spotted her the moment he landed. A prickle of relief and happiness tinged with uncertainty at the sight of seeing her there- waiting for him, flooded his chest.
Although it hadn’t even been a full day since he’d seen her, he missed the heck out of her. All morning he contemplated last night’s events. He just wanted to hold her already- he felt deprived.
Hurrying to dismount, he released Buddy to the open air again.
“Hey kids,” he called out to a small crowd of children who were all excitedly watching the warrior’s arrive. “Careful alright? Not too close to the fence,” he advised as he passed them, reaching out to grab his satchel that was hooked on a fence spike.
“Yes Sir.”
“S-sorry Sir.”
“You guys that was Neteyam,” one of them whispered in awe.
Not stopping for a second he quickly closed the distance between him and Xilä as he removed his riding visor and then unstrapped his bow and arrow carrier, tucking them all into his long riding satchel before swinging it across his back.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said when he was finally toe to toe with her. “Are you- have you been waiting for me?” he asked hopefully, focusing intently on her face, taking his fill of her.
She stepped back trying to create some space when he cupped her jaw. “Yeah,” she smiled softly, keeping her eyes averted. “Can we talk for a few minutes? I won't be long, promise.”
Neteyam nodded, feeling a little a swoop of dread. “Ye-ah,” he replied, his voice cracking.
He was beginning to hate that polite smile of hers. All he wanted was to see her light up the way she always did whenever she saw him. He wanted to lean in and hug her or even kiss her, but he refrained.
He was also going to take more than a few goddamn minutes thank you very much. This sudden awkward thing they had going on was going to drive him insane- it needed to end.
Before he could lead them somewhere more private however, a voice called out to him.
“Nete!” Leati hurried over, having just landed. Slowing to a stop in front of them she touched his bicep. “Where are you going? There are still a few more routines to run through. My team is gearing up right now, I already called for the direhorses to be escorted ov-”
She abruptly stopped, just noticing who he was with. She side eyed Xilä, then continued to relay to Neteyam all the drills he would miss as she turned her back so that she stood between the two of them, blocking Xi from Neteyam’s view.
Xilä stepped back and looked away uncomfortably, she didn’t want to see them together. She was on a mission to end things between her and Neteyam- she just wanted to get it done and over with but she refused to stick around and have them rubbed in her face.
She had had a good cry fest yesterday- getting everything out of her system, as Salveen hugged and soothed her while desperately trying to figure out what was wrong- Xi didn’t tell her though.
Later on, after assuring Salveen she was fine, the reluctant elder and her husband eventually left to spend time with their pregnant daughter and son in law.
Xilä retired to her room until late when her friends started to arrive for game night. She had concluded the entire situation between her and Neteyam must have been one big misunderstanding on her part.
The more she thought about it, the more the signs were all there. No wonder he kept saying they shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing. No wonder he kept stopping them from going further.
She felt as if she missed something from D’avi's explanation about mating and relationships, but then remembered Neteyam was the son of the Olo'eyktan. The rules must have been different for him. She’d forgotten there were many customs she must not have been familiar with and deduced this must have been one of them.
If anything, she simply felt stupid. Leati was right- she had stupid silly hope that somehow she and Neteyam would end up together……forever- mated and bonded as one for life. But that was all it was- silly hope. A daydream.
Yet it was all very real to her... Xilä was in love with him.
The realisation had sent her into another round of bitter tears and as much as she loathed Leati, she couldn’t bring herself to continue to sneak around with her betrothed. She refused to be like some of the women who would blatantly sleep around with her father- knowing well he had a wife.
And so, Xilä decided she definitely needed to officially end things between her and Neteyam, and fast- not only because she was not a cheater but also to protect her own heart.
Not wanting to stay any longer she said, “Um, Neteyam we can talk later, I’ve got-,” but she was cut off when he quickly side stepped Leati and reached out to take hold of her hand- preventing her from leaving with a fleeting panicked and pleading expression across his face.
“Yeah I know all that Leati,” he said, turning serious as he faced the female warrior again. “But something important has come up. Why don’t you guys break for lunch and I’ll page Gwuyle to finish the rest of the session for me.”
He should have done that in the first place and gone after Xilä first thing that morning.
Xi frowned, staring up at him. She wasn’t sure if he was even aware of his actions because not only was he holding her hand, but when she tried to pull away, his tail wrapped around her thigh.
Leati made a strangled noise and blinked disbelievingly. Her eyes darted from Neteyam who was suddenly paging Gwuyle right then and there through his comm device, to their linked hands, to his tail curled high around Xi’s upper thigh- its tip, completely hidden under her skirt.
Xilä, who had somehow momentarily gone mute, yanked her hand from his grasp, wide eyes on a murderous looking Leati. ‘Oh shit,’ she thought, swallowing guiltily.
However- Neteyam, who seemed oblivious to the tension and reactions of the two women- only because he was still on the line with the clan’s second in command, simply tugged Xi closer with an arm around her waist, so that her front clashed flush against his side.
She stumbled and clung to his warrior belt for balance, cheeks purpling from his actions.
She was stuck. Immovable by his hold. To anyone looking their way, they were the picturesque image of a romantic couple.
Accepting defeat, Xi slumped against him, smushing her face into the space between his pec and bicep. He seemed to have taken that action as her being affectionate, because as he wrapped up the call he pressed a casual kiss to the top of her head.
Misreading Leati’s muted, shocked expression, Neteyam continued on as usual. “Relax Leati. Gwuyle is just as good a reviewer, you’ll be in good hands for your team’s evaluation. Have some lunch and have your team check in after.”
Leati sputtered pathetically. “I- what..but, but it’s not even lunch yet! Nete can’t you-” she stepped forward to caress his free arm but Neteyam cut her off with an exasperated sigh.
“Then have an early lunch, Leati, run a practice drill or something. Anyone else would gladly take advantage of extra time before an appraisal- Oh great, the direhorses are here.” He whistled to his own amongst the herd being guided over by a group of wranglers.
“Nete, please stay,” Leati pleaded. “What is so important anyway?!” she snapped, glaring at the back of Xilä’s head unnoticed.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said distractedly as he watched Antoyle approach.
Neteyam’s massive direhorse chuffed in greeting. A small squeal escaped Xi when she was suddenly hauled up onto the massive beast- Neteyam keeping a large palm on her thigh to keep her steady.
“I’ve gotta go Leati, good luck, alright?” he said, giving her a parting smile before easily mounting the creature behind Xi and securing an arm around her once more.
Xilä caught one last withering glare from the female warrior before Neteyam was charging them off.
~
Riding hard and fast, Neteyam led them deep into the forest. He knew it was petty and probably overly possessive of him, but he was purposely taking them somewhere far. Not only for privacy, but also so that she couldn’t escape without his help to get back.
Passing through a thick wall of vines, they found themselves in what Xilä could only describe as a hidden cocoon of serenity.
A small tricking waterfall flowed in the far corner, pooling in a somewhat shallow well of rocks. The flora was thick and abundant.
Glowing plants illuminated the sunless hideaway, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere.
“What is this place,” Xi asked, momentarily distracted by its beauty.
“It is niwan loreyu, one of the many beautiful secrets of the forest,” he said over her head as he pulled them to a stop. “Very few know of its existence,” he continued as he dismounted and disconnected his queue.
“I feel…” she couldn’t quite explain the feeling but it felt good- as if she were being hugged lovingly.
“It is Ewya you feel,” he explained, while removing his comm device to stuff into his bag- he didn’t want any interruptions. He then tossed his satchel to the soft flooring. “Her presence resides heavily in this place.”
“Did we really need to come all the way out here?” she grumbled as she accepted his help to get down- legs aching slightly from the long trip. Antoyle trotted off to graze on a patch of rich grass.
“Yes,” he grinned, tugging her hips closer, relishing in the feeling of her finally in his arms.
“You didn’t need to leave your duti-”
“I wanted to,” he said earnestly. “God, I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks,” he groaned, nuzzling his face into her cheek, affectionately. He froze when she suddenly tensed up.
She swallowed as a guilty flutter emitted within her. “You shouldn’t have done all of that,” she whispered, stepping out of his arms as she avoided his stare.
“Done what?” he asked, allowing her to go but itching to pull her back.
“Leaving with me…holding my hand- the tail thing, the touching- all of it! Especially in front of her.”
He frowned at her with a tilt of his head but stayed silent.
“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered more to herself than him. Squaring herself she faced him head on. “We need to stop, Neteyam.”
There was a small tightening in his chest at her words. He knew what she meant but asked anyway. “Stop what?”
She didn’t exactly know how to label it. “What we’ve been doing…you and I…everything we’ve been doing for the past-”
“No.”
Her jaw dropped. “What do you mean, no?!”
“I don’t want to,” he said simply.
“Neteyam, the sneaking around- it has to stop.”
“Then we will stop sneaking around. We will stop hiding. I know we never talked about it, but we can do that. We don’t have to remain a secret if that is what’s bothering you. Sweetheart, I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve been hiding you,” he said sincerely.
She stared at him incredulously. “You want us to go public?! We can’t do that, what will-”
His ears fell back. “What’s so wrong about that?” he snapped.
“Neteyam,” she said, sounding so broken he felt a small part of him crack. “I don’t think you’re thinking clearly.” She rubbed the heel of her palms into her eyes. “Shit. Why is this so hard to do? I can’t stop thinking about you and all those stupid orgasms and now we have to sto-”
“You didn’t didn’t like the orgasms?!” he asked, alarmed- ears twitched high as his tail went limp.
“No! Yes! Yes, okay! I liked it, I wanted it, I mean I practically begged for it didn’t I?” she shrieked somewhat hysterically. “But that’s not the point,” she said in frustration. “That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m telling you we need to end this!”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why? Tell me why? Why do you want to stop? Give me one good reason and then we’ll end things.”
Her face scrunched up in hurt. “Because I like you...much more than I should, but I know the truth now and I don’t want to come between the two of you…I-” She faltered and took a shuddering breath.
Neteyam’s frown deepened- clearly not understanding. “Xilä what are you talking about?”
“You don’t need to pretend anymore!” she snapped, folding her arms in vulnerability. “What I don’t get is why you didn’t tell me! I get that it’s supposed to be this big secret until you decide to announce it but- gosh Neteyam I feel like such a fool!”
“Xilä,” he said seriously, staring at her in great concern. If anything he was looking at her like she’d gone and lost her mind.
But she misunderstood his worry. “It’s okay,” she said quickly. “I’ll keep it a secret…‘Teyam, you’re my friend and I want us to stay that way even after- I don’t want to mess this up and I’m not blaming you…but I really don’t get why you didn’t say anything.”
When she noticed his clueless expression she mumbled out, “I know about you and Leati. She told me.”
He raised a questioning brow. “Me and Leati, what? Baby I don’t understand anything you’re saying right now. I honestly feel as if we’re speaking two completely different languages.”
“Neteyam,” she said in a shaky voice, eyes pooling with liquid. “Why didn’t you tell me you were betrothed?”
A beat of silence filled the air.
“What?” he breathed out, incomprehensibly.
Filling the sudden silence, she began to ramble as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Well I know it’s technically none of my business but well I thought maybe that’s something friends share with each other. Especially friends who did the amount of kissing and touching we did.”
Shaking out of his reverie, Neteyam closed the distance between them, halting her movements by loosely linking his fingers with hers.
Tilting her chin up he said very seriously, “Xilä…I am not betrothed.”
“But- yes you are.”
“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I’d know if I was intended to be bonded for life with someone,” he said intently. “Who the hell did you hear that shit from?” he demanded.
“Well from Leati. She- I…” Xi spluttered, not meeting his gaze. “She said you two were…since months ago! Before you and I. You don’t just make that stuff up! You don’t lie about things like that! Why would she-”
Neteyam muttered a, “goddammit Leati,” under his breath as he tugged her closer so there was no space left between them. “Eyes, Xilä.”
She knew the drill and looked up immediately. Her chest pressed against his upper abs so she had to arch her spine slightly to see his face properly.
“So let's just go over this, shall we? Clear the air so that we’re on the same page.”
She nodded, trying hard to focus on his stern voice and contain the flutters swooping around in her tummy from their proximity. Neteyam however looked like he was fighting to reign in his annoyance.
“Xilä, I am not betrothed to Leati. I am not betrothed to anyone. Alright?”
“But-”
“When did she tell you that?”
“Yesterday.”
“Mm. That why you avoided me all of last night?” he asked, irritated.
A guilty expression appeared on her face. “Yes.”
All of the pieces were finally coming together now. Neteyam released a heavy sigh, nodding in understanding. He cupped her face and pressed a quick peck on her forehead.
“Come’re.” He hoisted her up the way he always did and her arms and thighs automatically wrapped around him. He couldn't deal with the distance between them anymore.
In short strides, he stepped into the rippling pool and took a seat, slumping against the rocky wall as he adjusted them into a comfortable position. The water was warm in comparison to the cool air but felt good, relaxing her slightly sore legs.
Straddling his lap, the water covered her from her waist down. Her skirt fluttered around her hips, before sinking as it became soaked. His knees jutted out of the clear water when he propped them up, causing her to slide forward which made her core land flush against the skin just above his loincloth.
A large palm slid up her back, arching her towards him while his other soothed along her thigh. “Can I have a kiss? Please?” he pleaded- one small taste was all he needed.
Xilä felt a bit emotional but held it in. Shaking her head up and down eagerly, she cupped his jaw, and with a soft, “yes,” she kissed him.
The kiss was fleeting but it was very much needed in the current situation. Neteyam broke them apart with a final one, two, three sweet pecks before he was pulling back to see her face.
“So we need to talk. There are some things you need to know, Xi,” he said seriously.
“Alright,” she nodded, bringing her hands together to fiddle with his battleband.
“First of all, Leati-” He tsked. “I think she probably misinterpreted a particular situation- which I will tell you about now. I’ll be sure to speak with her and clear the air of course but this is all honestly one huge misunderstanding.”
“Well I’m quite curious to know what it’s all about. She was very territorial over you.”
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I know how she can be sometimes.” He took a breath and rubbed her thighs under the water. “Xi, when I turned eighteen the council told me I was required to find a wife by twenty-one. They thought I’d take a woman already by then…but when I hadn’t, they decided to give me a deadline.”
Xi’s brows rose high and her jaw loosened. “They can do that?! Why would they even do that to you?”
He shrugged. “Because they can. Apparently it’s a mandatory tradition to ensure and secure the line of leadership. I’m not even going to go on about the heir they also require,” he said with an eye roll.
“Wait wait wait. They’re giving you a deadline for finding a mate AND they are telling you when to have a baby by?! That’s ridiculous!”
Neteyam held his laughter. Her upset reaction was too cute for him to handle. “Yeah…but I put my foot down about that one. Don’t worry, no babies to worry about right now.”
“Okay…uh, continue,” she said with a blush.
“So I’ll be honest I didn’t really try all that hard to find someone. I was too focused on my position. My training and skills were my priority- the whole mate thing, as much as I agreed, it was a lot of pressure. So I ignored it for a long while.
By the time I was a couple months away from the deadline, the council decided to take matters into their own hands. The fucking rumour mill ran wild when it became public knowledge I was looking for a mate. Every eligible female was practically being shoved down my throat.”
Neteyam shook his head. “Anyway let’s just say I learned the hard way that not all women wanted me for me. Quite a few only cared about the fucking title and the perks that came with it.”
Xilä bit down an angry retort about said women, but stayed quiet instead, soothing her palms along his chest, comfortingly.
“The council was pissed when still I had no one chosen by my twenty-first birthday. They were all so disappointed... but I knew this was my duty. I knew I had to follow through and do it anyway. So I begged my father to plead my case and get me three more years. It was granted but it came at a cost. If I didn’t find someone by then, they’d choose for me.”
Xi's angry protest was interrupted when Antoyle chuffed, annoyed by an insect flying around his snout.
“A couple months ago, Leati’s mother- Fe’ska suggested I take her daughter as my mate. That was all it was…a suggestion. Leati and I, we don’t run in the same circle but our mothers are friends, so we’ve known each other since childhood. But I could never and have never seen her in any romantic light,” he assured, staring directly into her eyes.
“You remember the meeting I attended a while back? The one you said I was all prickly afterwards?”
She nodded.
“Not only did I get another warning that my time was running out, but they decided on Leati as their final choice if I don’t succeed....If I don’t find anyone by my birthday next month, I’ll end up with Leati. She and I never spoke about it…but her mother must have said something. So that’s the only reason I could think of her making such an assumption, which is ridiculous anyway you take it.”
“Wow,” Xi whispered, slightly overwhelmed by the information thrown her way.
“Yeah, that’s it- all of it. That’s everything.”
He seemed worried as he tried to read her emotions. “I um, I just want you to know, I wasn’t hiding all of this from you, purposely. I’ve actually been trying to get some more time but- they’re not budging.”
“It’s okay I get it. I don’t get the entire situation though. Can’t your father do something? He is Olo'eyktan!”
Neteyam shrugged. “He can, he’s offered to step in, but I already agreed when I was eighteen. There’s a binding contract and everthing, so I have to keep my word.”
“What are you going to do, then?” she rasped, uneasiness sinking in her stomach. She hated the whole Leati as his mate, deal.
He pursed his lips and stared at her in silence, thumb tapping on her skin. “It depends.”
Her brows furrowed. “On what?”
“You, baby.”
Her ears flickered. “Me?” she squeaked.
“Earlier, you said you like me too much…is that still in effect after everything I just shared?” he asked hopefully.
“Umm, well. Honestly, I may have downplayed it a bit,” she said sheepishly. “It is more…love, than like.”
Xilä held her breath as she watched his expression morph from apprehension to understanding, to pure giddiness.
“You love me?” he said with the widest grin on his face she had ever seen as he leaned in while simultaneously tugging her forward. “As in, love love? In love with me?”
Xilä giggled at his teasing and sailed her hands up his body to grip his neck, thumbs stroking his skin. She bore a matching grin while he nuzzled her cheek, trailing along her face to rub their noses together.
“That’s quite funny,” he said, “because guess what, sweetheart?”
“What?” she hushed against his lips, crinkling eyes boring into his.
“I’m in love with you too.”
She knew it was coming, his teasing tone had said it all but yet she still felt that bubble of emotion surface.
Neteyam’s face softened into a concerned frown. “Sweetheart. Xi what’s with the face?”
She choked on a laugh, shaking her head. “I’m okay. Sorry,” she smiled through teary eyes. “It’s stupid.”
“Tell me anyway,” he said, kissing her scrunched up nose.
“I’ve never had anyone say those words to me before,” she admitted shyly. “It felt good, that's all.”
“Fuck….” he whispered, in upset. He seriously loathed her parents more than anything at that moment.
“Then I will make sure you hear those words every day for the rest of our lives, okay? Baby, I will try my hardest to make sure of it,” he promised sincerely. “I love you Xilä.”
“I love you too Neteyam.”
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“Can we stay here forever?” Xi sighed, in complete contentment.
“If you want,” Neteyam agreed easily.
He’d give her the damn universe if she wanted it.
Xilä sucked the last of the sweet juice that coated her fingers, humming happily as she did. “Well that was delicious,” she said, tail sailing like it usually did whenever she ate something yummy.
They were still in their little hideaway. Seated side by side, they munched on some picked, ripe fruit as they dried off on the soft, sweet smelling grass.
Neteyam’s legs were splayed and propped up, but he’d dragged and draped her both thighs over one of his. Xilä leaned her temple against his bicep and took his hand to play with his fingers on her lap.
“Will they have a problem with it? Well, with me?” she suddenly asked, feeling a bit insecure.
“Who? The council?” he asked over a mouthful of fruit.
“Sure, but more importantly your parents. I’m probably not who they were hoping you’d end up with,” she admitted.
He looked down at her with a crooked little smile. “My parents will probably understand more than anyone else. My father is from the stars, remember? Against all odds they fell in love and chose to be together. And as for the council….” he shrugged. “I don’t fucking care. You know why?”
She shook her head.
“Because I. Choose. You.”
Beaming, she stretched up and used a hand to tug on his neck, begging to be kissed. He obliged eagerly, sweeping a tongue along her bottom lip so she’d open up for him.
With a simple move, she was scooped into his lap. Her palms danced down his chest, fingernails grazing his nipples as she trailed her way to his bare midriff. He had taken off his belt and left it out to dry.
“I always liked these,” she mumbled against his lips as she stroked his abs appreciatively.
“Mmm, I know. I’d see you staring at them all the time whenever you thought I was distracted,” he smirked, chuckling when he heard her shocked gasp.
Xi sat back. “You did?!” she shrieked, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.
Neteyam licked his lips and plopped the last of his fruit into his mouth.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured, leaning back on one arm comfortably while the other reached up to pinch a pebbled nipple through her top. “These would get all showy, and your tail would flicker all eager like,” he teased.
“Oof, I can’t believe I was so obvious!” she wailed, slapping a palm across her face in horror while he laughed out loud. She lightly smacked his chest in retaliation.
“It was cute, baby,” he said, licking away a drop of juice that escaped him. Xilä stared as he tried and failed to catch it, so she leaned forward and licked the bead from the corner of his lip for him, sucking on the skin a bit.
When she pulled away Neteyam smirked again. “You're quite a spicy little minx you know that?”
She shifted in his lap and wiggled her little butt into him. Her eyes glinted, knowingly- a stark difference to her blushing disposition a few moments ago.
He knew that look all too well by now. Sitting up, he pulled on the tie behind her back and instantly removed the strip of cloth from her chest. Eyes locked on hers, he tackled the tie on her hip next, pulling the slightly damp skirt off of her, flinging it to the side as well.
“What do you want Xi?” he asked, reaching down to free her of the under cloth she usually wore.
She knew the drill by now. Tongue or fingers.
“Wait.” Gripping his wrist, she stopped him from tearing the poor flimsy cloth off of her. “You can’t keep doing that,” she said sternly with a hint of amusement.
In quick succession, her nimble fingers undid the tiny knot and then she was finally bare to him.
“I can always get you new ones made, you know?”
“Yeah? And how’s that going to look if you’re constantly requesting them from the seamstresses? What are they going to think?”
Neteyam shrugged. “Probably that I am keeping my mate thoroughly satisfied?”
“Your mate?” Xi asked, lighting up by the thrill of his words.
They had spoken about it not too long ago.
When he officially asked her to be his, she hadn't been able to contain her excitement. Xi had practically tackled him with slew of yeses and kisses. She was actually going to be his wife and would be forever grateful to the Great Mother for blessing her so abundantly.
Realizing what he said, Neteyam’s ears flickered backwrds and his cheeks tinged purple. Xi thought he was freaking cute whenever embarrassed.
“Sorry, I just- well you know what I meant…” he stuttered, rubbing at his temple bashfully.
Xilä’s smile was relentless. She loved the sound of those words coming from his lips.
Having enough of the roles reversed and Xi’s giddiness at his embarrassment, he tossed a sudden curve ball at her.
“I want you to ride my face.”
Her smile slipped right off when she understood his meaning. “Uhhh, um. How will that work? Won’t I stifle you? How will you breathe?” she asked innocently.
“I just won’t,” he teased, playing with her breasts as if they were his favourite toy.
“You could die, Neteyam!”
“And I will die a happy death,” he countered, lifting her to her knees so he could suck on the rounded flesh of her chest.
All the while, poor Xilä was contemplating the logistics of his request. There was apparently a lot she still didn't know. D'avi had obviously not been able to educate her on everything, so she knew she’d have to learn and figure out the rest herself.
“Relax baby,” he said, seeing her concerned expression. “I’m teasing. I won’t die because I’ll have plenty of air. It's only my mouth you’ll be riding anyway. If you don’t like it we can stop. You don’t even have to do-”
“No, I want to do it!” she protested. “I want to try. Oh and um, I choose both by the way,” she said, realizing she’d never responded to what she wanted from him. “Tongue and fingers.”
Neteyam shook his head with a laugh. “Yes, Ms. Little Greedy Butt, as you wish. Now come here. You’ll get your tongue first,” he said, lifting her entirely as he laid back.
Xi was in for another sore legged journey.
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What a rollercoaster this one was! It was touch and go for a minute but so happy it was all cleared up.
Do you guys hear the wedding bells?!!!
I think Lo’ak was my favorite part though lol
Okay, so hadn’t planned on it, but please let me know if you want the rest of the spicy scene from the end or if it’s fine that way. I’ll add it to the next part if you do.
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Hi, hello, how are you? I hope you’re good. :3.
I love your writing and I was hoping you could do a CG Kung Lao, Rain and Kenshi (separate) with a regressor reader? Just some head cannons or something like that Tehehe have a good day sending virtual snackies 🍦🍪🍩🍭🍫🍬
Hi!!! I'm doing good!! How about you? I hope your doing well!! <3
And thank you for the snacks!! I'm on a weight loss program (not diet), and I miss being able to freely have those things.
Sending some to you as well!! 🍓🎂🍬🍿🍨
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CG Kung Lao w/ Regressor Hcs
🍖 Very exciting CG!!!
🍖 He makes sure to spoil you with affection, whether that’s blowing raspberries on your cheek, or reminding you about how cute/handsome you are!!
🍖 Very good CG with playtime!!! Very fluent too!
🍖 Bigger kids that like running around, playing hopscotch, wrestling? Sign him up!! That sounds like a blast!!
🍖 Little/calming activities, such as building blocks, blowing bubbles, or pattycake? That sounds fun! Do you wanna sit outside on a blankie and play too?
🍖 Very big on getting some outside time, and will take you to his (Raiden’s) small personal garden so you don’t feel too uncomfy being small in public (unless you really don’t want to, he won’t force you)
🍖 He gets very sad if your sad or regress negatively
🍖 His main goal is to cheer you up, even if he has to act like a funky monkey and do a money dance to get you to giggle :(
🍖 Then he’ll cuddle you, put on your favorite cartoon, and get you a whole bucket of your favorite ice cream
🍖 His main mission is to make sure your happy and giggling
🍖 Kung Lao’s strong, and he wants you to know it
🍖 How? Easy! He’ll just carry you everywhere!! :D
🍖 After all, why would you need to walk when your Big Strong Lao is right here? 💪
🍖 This works great if your more of a dependant or clingy regressor!! But if your more of an independant regressor, just tell him and he’ll die down
🍖 I’m not going to make Kung Lao’s entire personality (My Baby’s much more than that) but he’ll make you a food/chore chart!!! Especially if you have difficulties doing these things, both big and little
🍖 ^ And you get a reward at the end of the week!!! :D (and don’t worry about a couple of slip ups effecting your reward, accidents happen sometimes)
🍖 No touching his hat, it’s a big no no
🍖 Well . . . maybe you can touch it
🍖 But he has to put a protecting rubbering on the blades!!! You could get really hurt, and just cause you wanna look cool just like Lao, doesn’t mean you should put your safety will be put on the line
🍖 You can’t throw it either, it’s also a big no no :(
🍖 He’s very good with regressors that use padding!!
🍖 In past games, it’s hinted that the Kung Family is decently big (hyposithis, but still), plus he also has Kung Jin as a nephew/cousin depending on the timeline, so he probably has some brothers/sisters of some sort
🍖 He’ll blow raspberries on your tummy, or jingle keys above you, trying to make sure your not too embarrassed <3
🍖 Kung Lao’s a big competitive, but he’ll always make sure to let you win
🍖 It might hurt his ego a bit (lot), but you look so happy when you run the race!! Or when your car was faster!! 🥺
🍖 He loves arguing with you, especially if you babble, thinks sassy babies are adorable
🍖 Also . . . he’s arguing with a toddler, and he finds the loosing battle highly entertaining
🍖 Favorite CG nicknames are Lao, Lao-Lao, and Papa
🍖 Calls you many nicknames!! Pumpkin, Sweetie, Little One, Aweseome
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CG Rain w/ Regressor Hcs
💧 Very calm CG
💧 His favorite activity is cuddling with you after a long day
💧 He also likes preforming magic shows though!!
💧 Normally Rain huffs about using his powers for ‘silly’ things
💧 But if his baby wants a water show? . . . How could he say no? They just wanna see how cool their Dada is, obviously!!
💧 He’ll make some water form into little shapes, like stars or fishies swimming by
💧 He becomes very proudful and happy when you giggle and awe, telling him about how awesome he (his magic) is!! 🥺
💧 Your not allowed to touch his staff though, that’s his staff :(
💧 He’s also a bit worried you’ll break it by accident, especially if your tiny tiny or a little ruckus
💧 He’s actually really good with hyper littles!!
💧 He keeps you somewhat in line, chasing after you if your running around, or atleast keeping you close by
💧 He won’t help in your pranks though >:(
💧 In fact, he won’t even save you from the scolding you might get from the person you pranked!! >:O
💧 You wanted to prank them, you’ve gotta have your own consequences :(
💧 ^ . . . He’ll give you candy or something after because he feels bad if you got in trouble . .. And he’ll probably end up saving you from a big lecture
💧 Your his baby, only he can lecture you >:(
💧 He’s also really good with younger or calmer littles!!!
💧 Hopscotch, tag, and those games can be very fun!!
💧 But he’s also content with cuddling or having you on his lap
💧 He’ll even take you out to the royal gardens and help you watch the little froggies!!!
💧 Outside time is important to him, but he’s also very content staying inside too
💧 He has a really nice bookshelf!! . . . That your not allowed to touch >:\
💧 He likes it organized, and they’re mostly boring magic books
💧 ^ But he’ll get some children books for your!! Whether it’s those baby books, or some simple chapter books (that he’ll read to you, or in his freetime so he can talk to you about it)
💧 Favorite CG nicknames are Dada, Bubba, and Rainy
💧 Guys, I wanna call him Fishy 🥺
💧 I think it’d be a really good nickname for him and all he’d give you as a reaction would be 😑, which totally means he likes it cause he’s not lecturing you!! :D
💧 . . . And your giggles/smiles after calling him that make up for you being mean to him
💧 Favortie nicknames for you are Button, Lovebug, Sweetheart, Little One
💧 ^ Rascal if your more energetic (lovingly of course)
💧 If your okay with it, I can see him playfully calling you a brat (also lovingly, and when you’ve done something naughty but not super naughty)
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CG Kenshi w/ Regressor Hcs pt 2
❤️ Protective Dada, you’re always within his reach
❤️ And even when your not, he’ll keep a close eye on you
❤️ Again, super good with a lot of ages!
❤️ Middles that want to sit down and watch TV or talk about their favorite band, he’s up for a nice chat (and is really good at treating you your age!!!)
❤️ Bigger kids that want to run around and play chase? He’s gonna make you a leash kid 😮💨 (lovingly of course)
❤️ Toddler that wants to make bracelets? He’ll wear them with pride!! And he’s good at tieing the knots at the end!!
❤️ Baby that just wants to cuddle up to him? How about you sit on Dada’s lap while he helps you color your picture?
❤️ Any kind of pet regressor? Well, he can play ug-a-war, or have you lazy on him or his coat!!
❤️ Guys, I dunno about you, but his voice makes me feel really tiny 🥺
❤️ ^ He’d use that to his advantage, softly talking to you on a particularly bad day so you’ll feel smaller faster
❤️ He’s also got a really good ‘Knock that off’ stern voice :( (Similar to Nightwolf, they can both be really scary when they wanna)
❤️ Not that he purposely scares you!!! He only uses the voice when he really has to, he enverw ants his baby to be scared of him
❤️ If you use padding, and he’s using Sento, he’s very good at it!!!
❤️ He’s trying to learn how to change you without Sento (he’s not the best, but he’s getting good at it!!)
❤️ When he got blinded, he struggled with some activities and watching over you in general, but he also made sure to reassure you that he wanted to watch after you and you shouldn’t feel ashamed being small
❤️ It’s just a process of reworking and figuring some things out
❤️ Yes, he can see with Sento, and he mainly does, but he’s also working on not being hinder on it
❤️ His tattoos are pretty filled in from what it looks like, but if you wanna take a makeup brush and make him your personal canvas, he’ll let you (he finds it cute)
❤️ Kenshi knows how to cook, and he’d make your favorite little meals!! Whether they’re extragevent, or just some dino nuggies he can pop into the stove
❤️ No, you cannot help him, you might get burned and he doesn’t want you injured
❤️ He will let you sit on the stove nearby though!! Maybe you can pass him some seasonings (if you can read them correctly)
❤️ His chuckle when you hand him the wrong one, redirecting you to the right one as he calls you Silly 🥺
❤️ He won’t let you have unlimited candy because he’s mean >:(
❤️ And he doesn’t want your blood sugars to go too high or low, nor does he want to give you a tummy ache
❤️ Other nicknames he likes calling you are Little Lamb, Sweetheart, Tiny, Angel, Bunny
❤️ ^ I’m really set on him calling you Precious 🥺 (it’s his favorite nickname for you)
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Ugh, I love all these characters so much. 🥺
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since I have been making my little pony comics for the past few months, I have basically forgotten what every single one of my duckverse comic prompts means. I had a big list full of one sentence prompts for duckverse comics that I was going to make, and I was reading through it yesterday, because I thought about making one. I was surprised to find out that I have no idea what any of them mean. instead of just deleting the list, I have decided to share with you. For what good it will do you. Think of this as a little shout out to the people who followed me for duckverse content. i havent forgotten about you. it’s also a little peek in my twisted mind. my horrible creation process. a behind the scenes look from hell. the list of prompts is below the break
max college fund
launchpad rescue hero
costco 22¢ per bite
house of mouse
door to darkness
because i’m hispanic?
donald cousins catch and release
fish wife
the greatest skateboard trick in the seven seas
backyardagins movie
evil versions boy band
gladstone gay moms
the poor part of town
private army of freaks vs my boys
you own the town. you are politics - what do you think taxes are for - not gladstone bail - id be doing everyone a favor
kids table is great actually
donald cry gold swim
beautiful gold moon
villains table
these lovebirds
gladstone can’t read
gladstone hyper specific thrift store shirt
louie seeing anyone right now?
managed my uncle’s finances
june dolls episode
may louie webs spy episode
house of mouse christmas hdl want to come
propeller cap start to turn. big wind. its a helicopter landing. thanks babe
double gay batteries
daisy likes donald snoring
if you can understand anything he says then yeah!
sora. quack pack. bald monkey
i respect your pronouns. i dont not respect YOU scrooge
why are you friends with my rival’s girlfriend
we’re sisters now too???
The dancing hacker - do you know how hard it is to lucid dream
are you guys playing dancing hacker?
how did you do that? Those dice were rigged i mean.
you guys were supposed to prepare a musical number every session
Lady in pink but with a knife
girl boss? No girl lady. But not a girl.
sephirof at the door. never seen Donald that serious in my life.
I have a superhero alter ego - like super Grover?
louie x robin the frog
daffy: i’m getting you a job in Hollywood, kid! You gonna make big times. Why? uh… i’m friends with your mom.
Duckburg community college is the only community college that does dance scholarship
duckberg community ducks, and the Duckburg University geese
in helicopter: you ever going to get tired of having our dates like this? no never.
donald take responsibility for our son! panchito what
babe your costume is terrible. why are you still in a sailor hat
tasha austin gay lesbian solidarity
hey webby! *glittery hands*
webby diary
shake for trust? glitter on hand. body slam
why did t you tell me your girlfriend is a pilot? tasha said i shouldn’t tell you because of what happened to you pilot ex. he’s still alive!
pablo: sleeper agents be like time for my next mission
CHRISTMAS GIFTS
WHATS UP T-BOYS?
donald’s boyfriends what does gladstone have against gay people
donald you should wingman for me. i thought you were gay
dugan duck is your secret kid isn’t he
huey ponytail
donald has three boyfriends why can’t i have two
woops i mexed up their super powers - let’s go, t boys! i didn’t make them trans! they were like that before, right?
your brother donald has like five partners. yeah and i’m not my brother donald. you’re right. i should date your brother donald
dewey damn girl your ass phat what are your pronouns. katy nun/ya
tying normie trans girl to a chair turbo pablo
don’t worry. the promise ring is just a tracking device
punch buggy gets steadily more and more violent
dewey’s many licenses
duck twins cobwebs
beaks: help! #911
katy can not entertain in her tiny trailer
uno gaydar donald i finally give you a job and you’re being gay on the clock??
when mom comes in and you have to hide your DS under your pillow
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summary: he’s spoken to you in passing. friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. he can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your hips must feel. how cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name.
genre: modern au, romance
cw: mentions of alcohol, language, black female reader, suggestive themes, stream of consciousness, incomplete
Darkness swaddles him as the wind howls beyond the confines of his truck.
It’s quiet inside, save for the lazy purr of his Ram and the melancholy music spilling from his speaker. His grip on the steering wheel is lax as he creeps through his drowsy neighborhood, headlights shining off windows shut tight.
The clock on his display reads 10:37. Another night spent rotting away in his office. He rolls out the kinks in his neck. Exhaustion leaks down his shoulders, curling around his bones and puddling at his feet.
The day wasn’t kind to him. He spent it in and out of meetings. Deals fell through. Clients were no-shows. He had to lay off a few of his strongest employees at the urging of his superiors to compensate for the company's financial imbalance.
All he wants now is a stiff one and the chilly clutch of his bed. Just wants to throw this week in the backseat along with his briefcase. Maybe he’ll scrounge up some three-day-old stir fry from his fridge before he hits the sheets.
But then it’s there, burning in his peripheral when he rounds the corner: orange and blue flames dancing in the wintry gale. Golden swatches of light bounce off your features, highlighting the smile rounding your lips.
“What the...fuck?” Tengen rasps. He rolls the window down halfway and turns his music to a dull murmur. Slows to a stop, brakes squealing. He props his arm on the steering wheel. Your chuckle follows. Warm milk and honey to his ears. He finds your smile infectious, his own canting his lips.
“Howdy, neighbor!” Your voice is husky. Flirtatious even. You sit on your cozy outdoor sectional with a bottle gleaming in your fingers, raised to him in greeting. The breeze carries the oaky scent from your fire pit, reminding him of log cabins and days spent amid the snow.
“What’s this all about?” he asks, chin nestled in his palm. Surprised by how easy it is to skip formalities with you like he’s talking to an old friend. He’s not enamored. There’s no way.
He’s spoken to you in passing. Friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. Simple conversations after running into each other at the gym. He can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your body must feel, though. How cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name in that Southern twang.
You stand, thighs thick even beneath the slouched fleece of your sweats. Throw your arms up, your sweater flashing a slither of smooth, dusky skin. His mouth waters. It takes all of him not to bite his lip.
“Shoooot! I made it through another week!” Your grin is lopsided as you rock to the mellow tunes flowing from your speaker. He falls deeper into your web, chuckling. He’s envious of your carefree nature. Wishes he could bottle it up for use on a rainy day. “Care to join me?”
The offer is tempting. Sure, Tengen planned to drink himself into a stupor. But your body language beckons him, and your finger curls in a come hither gesture while you dance like a tipsy fool.
Fuck it. He could use a little respite.
His reply comes as easy as breathing in and out. “Gimme a sec to get out of this monkey suit, and I’ll see how I feel afterward.”
You giggle. Do an accomplished jig around the fire. Tengen can’t help but laugh as he slides off. You’re adorable in your own right.
Excitement wriggles into his fingers as he slides into his driveway. Soon after, he slips into his house, toeing his loafers off by the door. Shimmies out of his coat, making a beeline for the shower, blood pulsing in his ears.
He carries the aroma of rosewood and smoke with him when he sidles up to your patio 30 minutes later.
Tries to play it cool, hands shoved in his pockets, though his chest is afire. Pretty thing like you hankering for his company. He should be so lucky.
“Drink?” you offer, your tone heavy with inebriation.
Corona. He’s not the biggest fan. Prefers the sting of something sour, but he accepts it on his way down onto the cushion beside you, anyway. Tengen sits back in an easy slouch, draping his arm across the headrest. His rings clack against the glass as he brings the bottle to his lips, condensation dripping onto his turtleneck.
For a while, nothing but the sounds associated with nighttime fill the space between you. The fire pops and fizzes. Crickets chitter in the distance. Trees shiver in the breeze. A dog or two barks somewhere far off. Tengen falls prey to the inner workings of his mind before rustling fabric brings him back to the present.
“What's wrong, suga?”
His gaze drifts to you, angled towards him. Your vibe is maternal despite the distilled wheat wafting off your breath. Must be that Southern hospitality everyone talks about. He sighs with a drop of his shoulders, taking another swig. “Just another day at the office.”
“Wanna talk about it?” You lean closer. Fill his nose with the fragrance of cracked vanilla beans, heat rolling off you in waves. He finds himself disarmed around you. Nerves flare when your tiny fingers brand his quad, scorching him to the bone.
“Not really,” Tengen husks, lost in the idle stir of your eyes. He feels like he could tell you everything. But for now, he’s content with soaking up your presence. Hasn’t had a lady friend for some time now, having fully embraced bachelorhood.
“That’s alright.” Give his thigh a squeeze, irises twinkling with something indiscernible. The shadows cast by the fire shroud your intentions. “Just know that whatever storm you’re weatherin’ is temporary. ‘sides, it’s the weekend! It’s time to turn up!”
He chortles at how quickly the mood shifts. At your goofy little dance, taking another sip of his beer. His hand engulfs yours atop his thigh, entranced by the smoothness of it. He could get used to this. Get used to you.
The air feels lighter now. It’s easy to slide into meaningful conversation, throwing back a few more beers as the night eases into the wee hours of the morning.
At some point, he finds himself nestled in the plushness of your sofa inside.
The lights are turned off, the only illumination coming from the silvery moon peeking through your blinds. Sultry jazz tinges the air, chorusing with soft giggles and husky praise. A sheen of desire hangs overhead, intermingled with the smell of firewood clinging to your clothes.
Your thighs are tender in his hands. Doughy like he knew they would be, framing his hips. Your fingers make an unhurried excursion to the hair at his nape as your lips brand his carotid. His responding chuckle is breathless, disbelieving. Vibrates your chest, your breasts warm against the hard press of his torso.
He's grinning like a fool, lids heavy. Can't help mulling over what brought you to this point as his hands engulf the dips of your hips. Sucks his lip between his teeth, his voice a low gravel as you bear down on the apex of his thighs.
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Hey! As much as I love dom!Stephen, I was wondering if we could switch things up and if you could write a smut where reader switches their roles one day bc she sees someone flirt with him and gets jealous and he sees she has a possessive side too and then she marks him up to show others he is taken? Thanks !!!
Not Very Good At Subtle
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - Dom/sub dynamics, jealousy, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m receiving), little bit if rough play, semi-public sex, language, it's just pure filth
I may have been imagining this ever since we started seeing pics of him in that suit. I have zero shame. Written so reader can be either a regular person or sorcerer/Avenger.
Nat could tell by the way you jabbed the swizzle stick at the ice in your drink that you were ticked off. She followed your glare and saw the source of your displeasure. A female reporter in a cocktail about one size too small who was trying to cozy up to a certain sorcerer. It didn't help that he looked absolutely fucking delicious in that suit.
You were far less than entertained at the over the top way she had taken to showing her interest in Doctor Stephen Strange. He was an incredibly charming man who had the handsome good looks of a classic movie star. It was just the icing on the cake that he was a genius as well as an MD. He also loved to show off. Literally turning water into wine as one of his favorite party tricks. All those features easily attracted many lovely women or men whenever he wanted, and sometimes when he didn't.
All things that had attracted you to him. Which is exactly why you were perturbed. She was flirting with your man, and while he wasn't necessarily reciprocating it he wasn't dismissing her either. He was making sure to split his attention between the other two or three people in the cluster around him. Occasionally awkwardly acknowledging her when she would place a hand on his upper arm or toss her hair with a phoney laugh before trying to shove her cleavage toward him.
You had arrived together but quickly found different places to stand. Everyone knew you were friends but you didn't want to be seen as "his date". You were both trying to keep your relationship quiet for the time being.
Hell the only reason Nat knew why you were so mad was because she had found a little love note he had left for you one day when she was rooting through your purse for a pen. Before she could call you on it loud enough the whole city would know you managed to wrangle her into a room and tell her everything.
That yes, you and Stephen were seeing each other. That you were a couple. You just weren't ready to be out in the open yet. So other than her, and you suspicioned Wanda, Wong was the only other one who knew for sure. They both had been sworn to secrecy.
Once you had arrived at the event you quickly found the girls and made a beeline for them. Wanda tried to split her time with Vision. Nat and Maria both liked to hang together and people watch. Stephen was more or less forced to mill around, schmoozing with all of the bigwigs. Trying to keep the Avengers in good social standing meant playing dancing monkey.
"You grip that glass any tighter and you're gonna break it."
Nat couldn't help but tease you a little. She thought it was adorable the way you and Strange would both dance around each other whenever you were in the same room. You were both terrible at trying to be secretive. How everyone didn't already know about you two was beyond her.
"You know if you want to get his attention you could just go get Bucky or Thor to dance with you."
A faux innocent grin played on Wanda's face. Trying to goad you into confessing. Or at the very least creating an interesting show for everyone else to watch.
It was now Maria's turn to poke at you. "I think it's more she just wants him away from her."
"Oh my god does everyone know?"
They all chuckled and looked at you. Shooting you a look that said just how bad your poker face had really been. Wanda was the one who decided to answer.
"No. Clearly she doesn't. I think most of the guys are still oblivious to. Other than Vis."
You heard the reporter's laugh again and slammed your glass down on the bartop, inadvertently garnering more attention toward yourself.
"Okay that's it", you said pointedly just as she took another step to try and press herself closer to Stephen. You launched yourself in their direction and walked briskly toward the small group. Slowing as you approached to look more inconspicuous. Once you were behind Stephen you reached around to touch the arm closest to the reporter and wedged your body between them.
"Excuse me, Dr. Strange, we seem to have a little matter that could use your attention in the other room. If I could borrow you for just a moment."
You could see the panic behind his eyes. You called him "Dr. Strange". You never did that. He could also see the reporter staring daggers at you and already trying to reach around you to grab onto his arm to get him to stay.
He fumbled out a hurried "of course", and started following you toward the single bathroom just off the main room. Just barely avoiding the grasp of the now offended other woman.
You both tried to keep a casual pace, but took large steps to get to the door as quickly as possible. You had no backup plan if someone else beat you to the currently unoccupied private space. Maybe there was a closet nearby, but you didn't have the patience left to look for it.
You pushed him into the bathroom ahead of you and swiftly moved to lock the door behind you. He was already starting to try to calm you down before he even turned to face you. He was very aware why you were upset and wanted to assuage any worry you had. He was crazy about you.
You clapped your hand over his mouth to shush him and pushed him back to the wall with the other. His eyes showed his shock. He was used to being the dominant one and your show of predation caught him completely off guard.
"Shut up Stephen. I'm going to talk, and you are going to answer when told. Do you understand me?"
A playful glint in your eye told him he should only be a little afraid. You were still in earshot of everyone else surely you wouldn't do anything too crazy. He nodded his head.
"Good boy"
You pulled your hand away and kissed him hard. Letting your hands ruffle his hair and your body press firmly to his. When you felt his hands grab your ass you reached back and swatted them away signalling you could touch him, but not vice versa. You let the kiss slow before breaking away.
Smiling at the flush now on Stephen's cheeks and your lipstick now smeared on his mouth. You let your hands slide down his collar to play with the knot in his tie. Letting him catch his breath before you continued on with your game.
Once you could tell his vision was focused and he was paying attention once again you loosened his tie and undid his top button as you let your words fall slow and sultry. Heavy with the possibility of consequence for his action. You were a lioness who had cornered your unsuspecting prey. This was a side of you Stephen had never seen before. Though thrown off balance still, your prey was all too willing to let you devour him.
"Did you think I would really stand by and watch her throw herself at you Stephen? Did you think I didn't notice whenever she would run her hand up your arm? Wanting you to touch her. You wouldn't though, would you baby? There's only one woman you want to touch, isn't there?"
He dropped his head back against the wall and your lips found his throat as you reached down to grab his crotch in one hand. Sucking and biting little marks against the sensitive spots on his neck in between your words. You were marking your territory.
You knew the answer to your question, and he knew that you knew the answer.
You could feel his heart starting to race as you let your hand start to stroke and massage his cock. Feeling him grow and harden, hot and heavy under your touch.
"There's only one woman you want to touch you isn't there Stephen? You like it when I touch you don't you baby? Like when I stroke your cock just like this."
Stephen moaned and started to grind his hips against your hand. His hands gripped at your hips hesitantly but he didn't try to pull you closer. He didn't know what your endgame was and he didn't want to do anything to accidentally make you stop.
'You like when I suck your cock too, don't you?"
At that he whimpered a little. He was already putty in your hands and the thought of your mouth on his cock only melted him more. His eyes were squeezed shut and he nodded frantically as he tried to stay quiet.
The hand that was still resting on his chest quickly moved up and pulled his hair hard in your fist making him look you in the eyes. A firm look now on your face.
"Answer me Stephen."
"Fuck yes sweetheart. Love when you suck my cock. Your mouth feels so good baby. Best I've ever felt. Always want you to suck my cock."
You hiked up the bottom of your dress and knelt down in front of him. Your eyes never left his and the Cheshire cat grin never left your face. Even if you were the one in the physically submissive position you were still very much the one in charge.
"Well, if you want it Stephen, let me hear you beg for it."
You dropped your head forward placing a long lascivious lick over the bulge in his expensive suit pants. Teasing him through the fabric. Knowing he would be able to feel the warmth of your tongue just enough to drive him crazy.
Stephen was clearly torn between desperately wanting you to continue and being very aware that everyone in the other room probably saw you disappear in there together. You had already been in there for a decent amount of time. People would get suspicious soon. Plus he knew he wouldn't be able to be quiet if you started sucking him off.
You started to place kisses over his now painfully hard cock. Gazing up at him like you were the one pleading to get him in your mouth. Seeing you look so wanton but so in control was what broke him.
"Fuck it, fuck it if they hear. Want you to suck my cock so bad sweetheart. Need to feel your warm wet mouth, and god the things you do with that tongue. Please suck my cock baby. Please. Need my cock in your mouth."
You licked your lips in anticipation as you undid his dress pants pushing them down to his knees. Taking a moment to admire the tent in his briefs where his cock strained under the fabric. You also couldn't help but take a little lick of the damp spot that had now formed where the head of his cock had already started leaking. Humming in delight at the hint of the taste of him, and making him give out a needy little moan.
You cocked your head up at him with a cheeky smirk as you grabbed the waistband of his underwear and started to pull them down.
"Don't worry Doctor. You know I can make you feel so good."
You made sure to position yourself so that when his long cock sprung free from its constraints it came very close to smacking you in the face.
Smiling as you gripped his base and kissed his swollen tip before starting to place little kitten licks over it. You stuck out your tongue and made a big show of licking up and down his shaft. Your other hand slid up to start playing with his balls. He was starting to throb in your hands.
High pitched whimpers and groans coming from the powerful man above you. Little pleas of "please y/n, please." Urging you to suck him in.
"Since you beg so nicely baby."
You still started slow. Sucking in just his head but moaning as you did. Making a very shallow bobbing motion you slowly started taking him in deeper. Each time you came up you made sure to pull off with a little bit of a pop. You wanted this to be nice and sloppy. A blowjob Stephen would never forget.
You slid him down your throat inch by inch, holding him there once you hit the base of his cock and swallowed around him the best you could. Using one arm you tried to hold his hips mostly still, looking up at him as the corners of your eyes started to water. Your mascara and eyeliner starting to smudge and run under your eyes.
You let him try to rut against the back of your throat for a moment until you ran out of air. Gasping as you pulled all the way off of him. A string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock before dripping down your chin when you lowered back and started bobbing on his entire length.
He clawed at the wall. Desperately trying to keep from grabbing at your hair. He was going to be good and follow your rules because fuck he needed to cum so bad. Between his moans and the cursing mixed with begging, interlaced with the erotic sound of you slurping at his cock there was no way someone couldn't hear exactly what was going on in that bathroom. Stephen was so far gone he couldn't care less.
He practically sobbed when you pulled your mouth away from his throbbing cock. Spitting on it before you started stroking him in your hand. You ducked down to lick and kiss his balls, you could feel them starting to tighten to his body as you worked on him. He was close.
"I love sucking your cock Stephen, tastes so fucking good. You've got no idea how wet you've got me."
You moaned as you stroked him and made a show of grinding your hips against nothing. Stopping when you took his head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the ridge. Licking up all the pre-cum he was dribbling as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. You licked and kissed every inch of his manhood until you were ready to finish him.
"I know you're ready to cum Stephen. You want to cum in my mouth baby? Beg to cum down my throat. Then we can go home and I'm gonna ride your face. Does that sound good, baby? Tell me what you want."
Without waiting for him to answer you started bobbing up and down faster, using your mouth and your hands in sync on him. One hand stroking his base when your mouth pulled up to his head, your other hand tugged gently at his balls like you were milking them. Making sure to give him as much stimulation as you possibly could. Honestly, you were a little surprised when he managed semi-coherent full sentences.
"God - FUCK! - yes baby, please let me… please make me cum in your mouth. Uhhh! Need to… need to. Need you, need your pussy. Fuck fuck fuck!"
He came with a loud groan and practically doubled over your body as you swallowed everything he gave you. Smiling to yourself as you let him slide from your mouth. Being sure to lick him clean as he came down from his high.
You gingerly and carefully pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking him back in before fastening them. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open as he rested against the wall. His normally perfect hair sticking every which way and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
You redid his shirt button and straightened his tie, making the handy work you had done on his neck was still somewhat visible. You stepped over to the sink to wet a hand towel before moving back to him. Brushing his hair back into place before using the wet cool cloth to mop his brow.
His eyes were now open and he smiled as he looked down at you as you cared for him. He knew he had hit the jackpot with you. He tilted your chin up with one hand to gently kiss your lips before taking the hand towel and using it to wipe the smeared makeup from under your eyes.
He pulled you against him and nuzzled into your hair. Humming in contentment and rocking you side to side gently. Stopping and pressing multiple kisses to your forehead.
"You know you had absolutely no reason to worry right? As far as I'm concerned you were the only woman in that room tonight and any other night. I do think our little secret might be out though. We weren't exactly quiet."
You giggled at his last statement.
"Well you weren't quiet."
You could practically hear him roll his eyes at your retort.
"Either way though, I don't care. Take me home Stephen. I just want to be with you. You go out first and get my coat. I'll meet you at the door."
He swallowed and started walking toward the door, readying himself for the most public walk of shame of his life. You watched him through the mirror as you fixed your hair.
He barely cracked the door and tried to slip out unnoticed despite the fact that your amorous activities still clearly showed on his skin and in his demeanor. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and waited an appropriate amount of time to exit.
Where Stephen tried to fly under the radar you made no attempt to hide. Walking straight through the center of the room with your head raised high. You felt untouchable. As you walked the crowd parted for you like the Red Sea. An aura of sex now surrounding you.
Deciding to make a little detour you set your handbag on the bar next to the reporter who now stood in stunned silence. You grabbed the martini in front of her and downed the last sip before picking up the napkin underneath it and dabbed at the corners of your mouth. You placed both back down in front of her as You pulled a compact and lipstick bullet from your bag. Making a show of reapplying your lipstick.
You popped both back in your bag and turned to leave. Making sure to look her dead in the eye with a cocky smirk on your face as you turned. The sway in your hips now even greater as you walked through the crowd toward the door where Stephen was already waiting with your coat.
The clumps of Avengers you passed all displayed different reactions. Tony and Clint grinning from ear to ear, with Pepper and Rhodey trying to hide grins. Steve and Bruce blushing, unable to make eye contact with you. Thor, Sam, & Bucky tipped their glasses and acknowledged you with a "ma'am" or a wink. Wanda giggling next to a quizzical faced Vision.
Nat turned to nudge your shoulder as you went to walk past her and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Subtle", she said in a hushed tone. Though it caused Maria to snort loudly next to her.
You grinned back at her without hesitation, eyes never leaving you disheveled & now marked up Doctor.
"Guess I'm not very good at subtle."
A devilish grin appeared on her face before she winked at you.
"That's my girl."
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Love Song of Night and Day
by Jenny Scott
He (Night) / She (Day)
Wrap yourself in your best bright clothes, your red and purple scarves of silk.
Run with me to the festival, where we will dance until sunrise.
The dwarves will beat their funny drums of zebra skins and hollowed trees,
while stiltwalkers perform, and the musician blows his bamboo flute.
And late in the night, the poets and storytellers entertain,
delight us with their dancing words, as we listen, clapping by the fire.
Enchant me with your tale-telling. Tell about Tree, Grass, River, and Wind.
Tell why Truth must fight with Falsehood, and why Truth will always win.1
I will tell my father's stories: how the giant mantis fooled Death
by holding still as a felled tree; how the elephants trampled
the leopard cub, and its father, though he knew, killed nine goats instead;2
how pirates gambled with a djinn and lost the thing more dear than gold.3
Tonight we'll eat a farewell feast. Cold corn porridge is not enough.
Let's peel papayas, pineapples, and mangoes, drink coconut milk,
and bake bananas.4 We'll dine on crocodiles, wild birds, and turtles,
perhaps a hippopotamus--if only you can catch it first.
I'll build a palace made of stone. Two hippo-headed guards will serve,
and tigers carry in your meals. I'll capture flying zebras
for your steeds, and fill the stable with every kind of unicorn.5
Butterflies and salamanders will decorate your garden.
I'll strand long strings of beads for you, blue, the color only kings may wear.
I'll carve a soapstone lioness, a wooden box to lock it in,
girded with sapphire amulets, ostrich feathers, ivory.
These things will protect you while I'm gone, remind you of my love for you.6
Your voice resounds like a songbird's, every word is a sweet, soft song.
When you run you're graceful and swift, sleek as a powerful panther.7
Mysterious chameleon, you're a thousand women at once,
sharp and strong as a lioness, yet gentle as a striped gazelle.
On this our last day together, let us walk across the grasslands.
Hold my hand and let's walk slowly, seeing everything as children.
Let's walk on the Daraja Plains, where leopards hang from trees, dosing,
tasseled tails swaying in the shade, near villages of tree-dwelling elves.
Glorious, to walk again across the savannah with my beloved.
A lion walks commandingly, a general among his troops,
camped the night before a battle. A snake, colorful and coiled, loops
around his bough, mischievous, hanging over the village path.
We'll find termites in their nests, hard tall towers above the plains,
and point-eared cats, taking their turns, guarding their many entrances.
We'll find the basket-nests of birds hanging from the acacia tree.
Rhinoceroses and dragons for once will let us walk in peace.
When lightning tears the sky's dark cloak and heaven's bird beats the water
on the muddy plains with its big wings, termites and frogs escape their homes
toward the lamps in the nearest village. Spiders dry themselves indoors,
the spotted lizards that never fall from ceilings suddenly appear.
In the forest, fires light the sky as the black clouds unfold their weight.8.
The black-and-white sacred monkey holds her children to her, and waits.9
Love, like lightning hits suddenly. It sparks the heart with blows of light,
its fire extending, bends, expands, beats and breaks your hiding places.
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Remember when we were children, herding the sheep together,
leading them over the grassy hills with long sticks. Your silly songs
made me laugh, and in the evening, you'd enchant me with your stories,
lying on your back beside me. Even then my heart was yours.
I remember your sacred rites. You were so funny, so grown up,
so stiff and serious, all arms and elbows. You went in a girl,
but you returned a warrior. You marched back with the others--
your hair was cut, your eye tattooed with the red triangle of war.10
Tomorrow I must go, my love. I will tattoo my head with braids.
My shield will bear a shining sun so you will always be with me.
Inlaid with gold, it will shine like glowing embers.11 I will return
with lizard skins for your sandals. Paint your eyes black and wait for me.12
I am the sun, you are the moon. Wherever you lead I will go,
following across the wide sky, as long as I live and you love.
Sun follows Moon until she tires, then carries her until she's strong
and runs ahead of him again.13 I'll carry you, too, my beloved.
My love, we are not Sun and Moon. Instead we are like day and night.
The old ones say Day is a woman, who works only while it is light.
She herds her goats and catches fish, fills her fields with golden corn,
shows her children what is just and protects them from the cobra.
Day loves Night, who works in darkness, walking through heaven's milky sky
collecting stars with his quick arms, piling them into a basket
like a child collecting lizards and piling them into her pot
until the pot overflows with lizards, 'til the basket overflows with light.
Night wears a black cloak lined with fire, studded inside with gleaming stars.
At dawn and dusk he spies his love. Across the rolling hills of sky,
they glimpse each other--so briefly. They throw each other kisses, cry.
Their tears spill over Jamuraa. Mixed with blood, they wash everything red.14
But once, with a magician's help, Time was stopped and Day stood still.15
Night spread over Jamuraa, wrapped Day in his dark cloak and held her.
In their miraculous embrace, the two became as One. Until
pulled from Day's arms, Night sank, commanded by the western horizon that always beckons him to come.
I won't give up hope, my love.
Our love is like the river in the summer season of long rains:
For a little while it spilled its banks, flooding the crops in the fields.16
But soon it will evaporate with the dry heat. Like Day from Night,
I'll live my life apart from you, just glimpsing you across the sky,
because you cannot change, my dear, and nor can I.17
[1] "Enchant me…" - Village Elder, Mirage
[2] "I will tell my father's stories… how the elephants…" - Wild Elephant, Mirage
[3] "…pirates…" - Kukemssa Pirates, Mirage
[4] "Tonight…" - early harvest, Mirage and Sixth Edition
[5] "I'll capture…" - Zebra Unicorn, Mirage (note that "flying" was changed to "gentle" on the card.)
[6] "These things…" - Remedy, Visions and Sixth Edition
[7] "When you run…" - Panther Warriors, Visions
[8] "In the forest…" - Flare, Mirage
[9] "The black-and-white…" - simoon, Visions
[10] "…you returned a warrior… your hair was cut…" - Zhalfirin Knight, Mirage
[11] "My shield…" - blinding light, Mirage
[12] "I will return…" - Femeref Knight, Mirage
[13] "Sun follows…" - Chariot of the Sun, Mirage
[14] "Their tears…" - Mortal Wound, Visions
[15] "But once…" - Sands of Time, Visions
[16] "Our love…" - Summer Bloom, Visions
[17] "Like Day from Night…" - Unfulfilled Desires, Mirage
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what’s your au about? Other than Mac being a belly dancer and Wukong liking to look at him
(looks at the meager storyline I wrote before passing tf out) uhhhhhhhh (ŏ﹏ŏ)
Thank you for the comment!
Ngl, that was the main plot point of this au lol. I really wanted to point out how Wukong was a MASSIVE simp, so my tired brain decided, "got nothing to lose, why not?" But there is a story besides that, I promise!
The idea starts with one of the gods (probably Guan Yin or Nezha, but it really hasn't been decided yet) asking a 'small' favour from Mk and his friends. A pretty big shot demon with a hell of a lot of influence somehow got their hands on an important Celestial artifact and the gods need it back, but they can't outright snag it back because they don't want to create conflict with this demon and all his supporters (Big guy owns a large ring of popular casinos and/or bars, and a lot of items get gambled away because of betting). So instead, they go "Oh you guys are mortal and don't have any direct connection with us, you do it and we'll all be happy!"
So the Monkie Kids (Wukong + Redson got dragged into this as well) all try and figure out how tf they're supposed to sneak into this demon's terrain, get what they need, and sneak out again without getting killed or causing a potential war. Tang and Redson start looking through some of the info they got on this guy and realizes that he hires lots of performers to keep he and his customers entertained, so Tang absent-mindedly brings up the idea of having someone be a distraction. Redson latches onto that idea and claims that he knows a guy and rushes away. (*cough cough* monkey uncle who *cough cough*)
So the night of the heist finally arrives, and everyone gets all dressed up in nice clothes to fit in with everyone else. Redson refuses to tell who the 'distraction' is, claiming they'll know when they see him. They sit around and wait for the cue, when an announcer comes up and tells the crowd that they have a special event lined up for the evening. The spotlights turn on, everyone looks to where they are pointing, and out comes Macaque in all his belly dancer glory.
Cue Wukong almost dying of a nose bleed.
Everyone kinda sits there in shock, before Macaque spots them, gives them a subtle nod and starts dancing, to which Redson grabs Mk, kicks Wukong, and tells them it's time to go. They all, as discretely as they can with Wukong stopping to gawk every now and then, sneak over to where the demon is and start interacting with his lackeys while Mk shifts in his smaller form to snag the artifact, which has been placed on this nice little pedestal RIGHT next to where the big bad sits.
He almost sneaks away with it before the demon shifts and starts turning towards Mk. He starts panicking, and then Macaque is suddenly in front of the demon, taking his attention while secretly dropping Mk through the shadows. The rest excuse themselves and rush out, finding Mk in a dumpster in the alleyway out back behind the building.
They get back to Pigsy's, celebrate a job well done, and Macaque pops up after a bit to drop Redson off at his family's base. He gets hit with a lot of thank yous and 'holy shit you know how to DANCE?! You gotta teach me sometime' (Mei), before noticing how red Wukong is. He teases him over it, and they all laugh at how flustered he gets.
Anddddddddd that's a wrap! I might add more defining details later on if I get around to it, but that should be about it. It's kinda a lot tho, sorry about that (・–・;)ゞ
Essentially, this entire story was a sleep deprived idea that came to me at around 3 or so in the morning while listening to music (´-﹏-`；)
I hope this answers your question!
#personal au#the perfect distraction au#bellydancer macaque#pretty macaque#6 eared macaque#lego monkie kid#wukong is a simp#shadowpeach
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EVIL DEAD RISE ; what kind of music you listen to with them
includes ; danny, bridget, kassie (platonic), ellie & beth
warnings ; language, my kinda bad music taste tbh
pronouns ; you/yours
masterlist
DANNY
either stuff like sneaker pimps, gorillaz, and lil peep or quannnic, the cure, nirvana, paramore
he plays whatever makes you happy, especially if it's something he also likes
probably listens to music to sleep as well
like, hozier, phoebe bridgers, probably movie scores that are calm and kinda relaxing as well
sometimes you guys sit in silence with the music and relish each others company or you're having a dance party in front of hundreds cheering his dj skills on
religiously wears headphones, doesn't matter if they're wireless or not
he's very anti-earbuds bc they don't fit his ears properly LMAOOO
honestly same....
but he's scared it'll make him get hearing loss sooner bc they don't let the sound out a bit so he sticks w his muffs
keeps him warm in the winter 🤷♂️/🤷♀️
BRIDGET
mazzy star, florence + the machine, hozier, blue foundation, seal, james marriott
I feel like she's into calmer kinda music, but not like basic calm music if that makes sense??
I don't think she's an arctic monkeys/tv girl indie/pop/idk fan iykwim
she likes just being in your presence when she listens to music cause she wants to have those songs remind her of you somehow
like if you're on the bus, in the car, she's the type to usually have her earbuds in, probably does the spotify party thing with you LMAO
that way you don't have to share earbuds or anything
danny constantly teases you guys bc your music taste differs but you're totally swooning for her so you always listen to her music lol
KASSIE
taylor swift idk
what do little kids listen to these days??? 💀💀💀
cmon she's like 10 at max gimme a break
she honestly just picks whatever she likes on your playlists if she needs something to entertain her in the car and whatnot
I mean I'm like that too sometimes I just can't stare out the window in silence I need my music lmao
she probably just has default pop radio music taste, she's too young for a phone anyways lmao
gets any actual music taste from her siblings and you though
ELLIE
probably listens to the pretty reckless and halestorm here and there, prefers more pop music though
probably like muni long, normani, hozier, taylor swift, only the plastic hearts album by miley cyrus, etc
mostly a female artist listener
I just get that vibe from her
her and Beth for sure went to a lot of female lead rock bands before her kids + Jay in general
like evanescence, halestorm, pretty reckless, in this moment, flyleaf
she'd still enjoy listening to rock though, just gotta be in a pumped up mood, like doing chores or working out yk
would enjoy dorothy, lacuna coil, etc
she strikes me as a person who plays music in the house/car but never wirh headphones or anything bc she likes to get shit done and when she's sitting down, she's just trying to relax and music gets her kinda pumped up lmao
loves when u show her new songs tho, she loves adding them to her mixes or whatever
she strikes me as a pandora mom
BETH
she for sure listens to spiritbox, megan thee stallion (she's a nicki anti I know it, me too), halestorm, pretty reckless, new years day, in this moment, september mourning, eminem, rihanna
a lot of like 2000s-2010s legends lol
I feel like she listens to Megan a lot to pump herself up bc real tbh
cobra ft spiritbox is her all time fav song
holy shit she rants about this song to members of her team for a week straight
gets like 300 plays on it by the time spotify wrapped comes out
she strikes me as a yt music user HELP
she loves introducing you to new rock bands, especially ones w female leads
#evil dead rise#danny bixler#danny bixler x reader#morgan davies#bridget bixler#bridget bixler x reader#beth bixler#beth bixler x reader#ellie bixler#ellie bixler x reader#lilly sullivan#gabrielle echols#kassie bixler#evil dead rise x reader#lowkeyrobin
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Kim Possible Episode Tiers: The C-Tier
The C-tier is probably best defined as episodes that I'm never really eager to rewatch, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I do. It's a good show, so they're good episodes . . . but at least one thing sticks in my craw about these ones.
Attack of the Killer Bebes: Drakken origin story! It's silly, but I still fall on the side of thinking that it mostly works. It's not a strong conviction, but let's roll with it.
Oh Boyz: Honestly, this would be lower if they didn't boy-band-dance their way through some lasers.
Larry's Birthday: I'm a little surprised Larry gets as much screen time as he does. I'm even more surprised that I kind of really like this episode. The twist, Dementor, it all sort of works for me.
Rufus vs. Commodore Puddles: It's a random 15 minute episode, but I just want to highlight one of my favorite Drakken quotes in it.
Mathter and Fervent: Two things I don't particularly love in Kim Possible: B villains and examining the relationship between Ron and his parents.
Two to Tango: I've mentioned it before, but Shego and Jr. have some winning chemistry and I've probably rated this episode too low.
Partners: This episode had some real potential. It tried to analyze Ron/Monique, Drakken/Amy + commentary by Shego, and Kim/Random Character all at once. It would have benefitted from being a bit more focused.
Monkey Ninjas in Space: It's sort of absurd to theme an episode of Kim Possible around a father's crisis about his kid growing up too quickly. She's an international superspy. That's the sort of plot you cede attempting when you created this universe.
Ron Millionaire: Why didn't Shego just take Ron's money? It's fine, but I never outright enjoy the "Ron loses sight of what's important" episodes.
Rewriting History: This could've been in a higher tier if it was more confident in itself. Why are Ron and Kim imagining this all in a shared dream?
Cap'n Drakken: Look. Drakken gets possessed by a pirate spirit. That plot being a C-quality episode for me is frankly, amazing. It could've easily been the worst episode in the series.
Team Impossible: This is the one time the show ever questions whether Kim is the best possible person to be doing this sort of work. Maybe it's important that it isn't a recurring question . . . but I found it particularly entertaining that it ends with a member of Team Impossible doing James's taxes.
Return to Wannaweep: The frustration of Gil clearly being a villain again and no one believing Ron (who saved everyone the first time they were here). I would say the Bonnie and Kim rivalry, which I'm normally fine with, left me exasperated.
Queen Bebe: RIP Steve Harwell.
Kimnation Nation: It's alright, but I thought the clone angle was underexplored and I don't particularly love Drakken riding solo for an episode.
Mothers Day: I have to say it. I don't like Drakken's mom. I think she removes anything threatening about him as a character and I don't think she adds all that much in her own right. What I did like was Ann being a great sidekick for Kim.
Bonding: I don't know what to make of Bonnie and Kim. I really like Bonnie as a character, I'm interested in her opinions and what it's like being the high school rival of an international super hero. I don't like petty drama. Maybe there was more to explore here.
Car Alarm: What were the Ed and Shego interactions in this episode? I will say the birds in car joke got me multiple times.
Homecoming Upset: There's a story to tell about Bonnie's feelings about Ron that I'm not sure I've totally figured out yet. This is a good subversion episode and it has my favorite bit of CCR voice acting.
Rufus in Show: I think I would outright hate this episode, except it's surprisingly funny.
Animal Attraction: There's natural humor in giving all your characters a romance test and having the results pair them with the most ridiculous outcomes. It would probably be higher if the villain plot was a little better than "revenge for getting kicked out of the billionaire club."
Vir-Tu-Ron: This is actually a pretty good episode and maybe I'm just bitter about Ron and Zita never being appropriately resolved by the show.
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Padmé Amidala x Reader: A Friend
Word Count: 572
Warnings: Angst, discussing family drama/incident, and Anakin may or may not be hiding under the desk the entire time.
Summary: The Reader needs to talk to someone about something that upset them, so they go to their friend, Padmé.
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Storming through the halls of the Senate offices, you had hoped to feel different. The familiar wall decor and overall atmosphere did little to curb your less than ideal mood. Rather than venturing to your own office, your legs lead you elsewhere.
The entry door hardly slid open before you began speaking. “Senator Amidala, please tell me you’re in here.” Your eyes frantically swept through the room.
“I’m here,” she said, walking over from behind her desk. “Is something wrong?”
The genuine concern she held made a part of you want to cry. It made you glad that she was more than just a fellow senator. She was a friend.
“It’s a personal matter, is that all right? If you’re not busy, I mean.”
She reached out to grab your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “I’m never too busy for you. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I had taken some time to see my family, and it was going well…until it took an unexpected turn. It felt…random, almost.”
Padmé nodded slowly, encouraging, and you continued.
“I’ll keep it brief. One family member, who I love dearly, began to play music and dance. All by themselves they did this without a care in the world. Even the other’s pet watched, nodding their head to the music, the energy. It was cute. Neither of us had seen that before and laughed.”
“That’s adorable,” she smiled.
“It was. But when they, not the pet, left the room with the music, my other older family member turned to me. They wanted me to dance, but I said ‘no’. Their demeanor completely changed, saying that they had seen me dance before with my friends—which was years ago and was a celebration. They said this as if delighted that they had caught me in a lie. They were trying to use that as incentive—leverage to make me dance. As if with their words, I had no choice. It was so strange. I didn’t—don’t like it.”
Padmé’s attentiveness and soft voice helped soothe you through your vent. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I know you had been looking forward to visiting them.”
You shrugged, “There are worse things.” You eyed her knowingly. “I’ll spare you my attempt of teaching accountability. Of how I feel as though I am only a source of information or entertainment for them. I mean—I’m not a dancing kowakian monkey lizard or something!”
Hands releasing yours, Padmé brought you into a warm hug. “Telling people what they don’t want to hear can be difficult. But it’s because we care—you care. And your feelings and how you wish to be treated—respected, matter too.” She leaned out of your embrace and looked directly into your eyes. There was so much compassion and understanding in her gaze that you wondered if there was an unspoken story hiding in there. “Thank you for trusting me with something so personal.”
You shared a smile. “Thank you for listening. It’s been gnawing at me for a while now. And as a friend…you said that I can come to you for anything.”
“I did, didn’t I?” She laughed with you until a faint thud sounded over from her desk.
Curiously, you looked over. You swore you heard a quiet curse. “Padmé,” you eyed her now stoic face with eyes that did not match, “is someone hiding under your desk?”
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Thank you so much for reading! This was actually my first Padmé insert reader and really any sort of fanfic with her. I honestly don’t know why. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it and have a great Star Wars Day! May the 4th be with you.
Also! If you are interested, I do take writing commissions, starting at $3
#padme amidala x reader#padme x reader#padmé amidala#star wars insert reader#padme fanfiction#may the 4th be with you#happy star wars day#ivorydragoness44#star wars fanfiction
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dating wayv headcannons!!
[for those who do not want to read about lucas, he will be added at the end for those who do 🤍]
(i’m still a bit iffy on the personalities on Kun and Winwin so please let that slide 😭)
Kun:
Kun is more of the calmer boyfriend of everyone. still not ‘calm’ but calmER. when you’re in public he’ll glare at everyone who even looks at you. he never says anything as he knows his glare is enough. he lets you borrow any of his clothing , especially if you’re not feeling well. he loves to see the oversized shirts and hoodies and sometimes even buys 2 when he’s out shopping. i also think he loves movie nights! the idea of cuddling up to you and either screaming or laughing at anything playing on the tv is so soft and comforting to him, his arms around your waist while you lay on him, slowly rubbing small circles on your back :((( what else could you want fr.
Yangyang:
As well as ten, he’s also a tease. not in the same way, Yangyangs more into using his affection by his words. if he wants something, he’ll simply look up to you and ask you, and it makes your heart melt everytime. he always gets what he wants how can you even say no to him let’s be real. with kisses he’s more of a gentle type. he’s the kind of boyfriend to appreciate every little thing you do. when you’re cooking he will come up to you from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and simple press small kisses against the back of your ear. he knows how to make you smile. and you can’t wish for anything more.
Ten:
Ten is the type of boyfriend everyone wants. he can be sarcastic, and you two bicker a lot. not in hatred though. just making fun of each other like usual. (like ten and yangyang do). sometimes people might not even think you two are together unless you tell them. he will give you soft kisses on and around your lips also!! hes a sucker for temple / forhead kisses. he’s also a tease. even chuckling in the most serious moments and situations. at night he has two sides. either he’s either to tired for hugs and cuddles and turns around with a group trying to sleep (we all know he loves his sleep) or sometimes he’s cuddling up to you to the point you can’t even move. his leg around your waist and arm hanging off your shoulder. it all depends on his mood. he’s honesty a wonder to you, and that’s what makes him him, and what makes you love him more and more every day.
Hendery:
he’s so real omg. hendery always try to make you laugh. even if it means embarrassing himself to just get a smallest chuckle out of you. when you’re upset, it won’t be for much longer if he’s with you. even if he’s not there and you’re upset he will try his very hardest to find any funny memes to send you and even laugh at it himself. when you’re out in public, he’s usually a hand holder and he’s a sucker for interlocking fingers. he does that thing where you swing your hands forward and backwards, and even tries to skip away and forces you to go where he goes and chuckling the same time. overall he is very happy to have you as a s/o and will do anything to see you happy.
Xiaojun:
LMAO don’t get me started. he loves to play around and like Hendery, he loves to make you laugh. he says the most out of pocket things to see how you’ll react just to entertain himself. he has movie marathons with you a lot, and dance battles to prove “who’s the better dancer” he sings you songs usually as you’re trying to sleep and calmly sings them in your ear. as mentioned before he loves to play games. either it be something simple as rock paper scissors or a whole game of pretending to be different characters from his and yours favourite shows.
Winwin:
winwin loves to suprise you with small things. all of these add up and it makes you appreciate him even more than you did the day before. hell surprise you with a bunch of flowers everytime you meet which he freshly picked with his own hands and gathered together. he tries to practice his english with you alot and even tries to learn your home language to communicate with you. (if you have another language spoken). he loves you every second of the day. his hugs are warm and soft, and you cannot wait until he comes home every night and attacks you into the bed and into his arms, scooping you up. you can lay there for hours and hours and not get bored. his presence is enough to keep you warm.
Lucas:
he’s definitely a praiser. he compliments every chance he gets. and everytime he compliments you he 100% wants one back LMAO. he always talks about how handsome he is, so i can imagine how he is to his s/o. he will be very loud in a relationship and not the ‘quiet’ boyfriend. not i’m the slightest. he’s not afraid to show you all sides of him. good to bad, sad or happy. he wants to spend all of his time wit you. even if he can’t be with you physically, expect a phone call or text message at least once every hour / half and hour.
#ten#wayv#wayv fanfic#wayv kun#wayv xiaojun#wayv winwin#wayv scenarios#wayv yangyang#wayv lucas#wayv ten#wayv hendery#wayv imagines#kpop#kpop imagines#nct#nctzen#nct imagines#nct scenarios#Spotify
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i've got a little bit of writers block so enjoy some songs that remind me of soft spot: (bonus!!! i put little poems/lyric things in my notes on my ao3 that i haven't shown here so.... i'll also put that here too lmao)
Blood Soaked Cotton:
a lover? maybe | something tender, // anyway. but tender like | a bruise.
Lua - Bright Eyes
Do Me a Favour - Arctic Monkeys
Freaks - Surf Curse
Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge (i imagine something like this is playing in the bar scene)
Smoldering Butterflies:
when is a monster not a monster? // oh, when you love it.
Gravity- Sara Bareilles
All I Need - Radiohead
Loud - Rigby
The Emptiness had Always Been There:
nothing had changed. // i was the stupid one again. // i was the girl // who never understood // who she was to people
No Care - Daughter
Home - Daughter
Face First - Rigby
We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross
Until You:
you kiss the back of my legs // and i want to cry. // only the sun has come this close. // only the sun.
Epithelial - Crywolf, Echos
Cornflower Blue - Flower Face
Some Other Life:
do you still think you're a killer // or that you could be if you tried? // always thought // that you could do it // if you couldn't see their eyes // do you still wake up reaching // for an empty space? // do you start to miss your sadness // when it goes away? // do you wish your parents // gave you someone else's name? // do you scratch another line out // for the same mistakes?
The Wisp Sings - Winter Aid
Amen - Amber Run
Francis Forever- Mitski
Isobel - Flower Face
Death of Me 1:
i'd bleed for anything // if it held me the right way
ur so pretty - Wasia Project
(honestly this was such a filler chapter)
Death of Me 2:
is it wrong to fall in love // while waiting to die? // i just want to live // long enough for your eyes
Back To Black - Amy Winehouse (mostly just the vibes lmao)
In Limbo - Rigby
We're Just Making It Worse - Cameron Avery, Alexandra Savior (again the vibes)
Death of Me 3:
i really don't know // what i love you means // i think it means // don't leave me here alone
I Want You - Mitski
Dream a Little Dream - Ella Fitzgerald (i'm convinced spook and simon's first dance was to this song)
Worse than Death:
jesus can always reject his father // but he cannot escape // his mothers blood // he'll scream // and try to wash it off of his fingers // but he'll never escape what he's made up of
Exit Music (For A Film) - Remastered- Radiohead
Hard Times - Ethel Cain
Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain
Honey and Milk 1:
i am the shape you made me // filth teaches filth
Honey and Milk - Flower Face (actually the inspiration for the title)
Honey and Milk 2:
i am coming home to you // with my own blood in my mouth // and i am coming home to you // if it's the last thing that i do
Dark Red - Steve Lacy
Inside Out - Duster
Everything You Touch 1:
it's a fitting punishment for a monster // to want something so much // to hold it in your arms // and know beyond a doubt // you will never deserve it
Unending - Lume
Kaleidoscope - Flower Face
Everything You Touch 2:
i wasn't beautiful anymore. // now i looked like what i was, // a raw wound
Baby Teeth - Flower Face
Mean - Nicole Dollanganger
August Underground - Ethel Cain
Everything You Touch 3:
i always wanted to die clean and pretty // but i'd be too busy // on working days // so i am relieved // that the turbulence wasn't forcasted // i couldn't have changed anyway
Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski
Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain
Strangers - Ethel Cain
i may or may not update this list or add on as i come out with more parts but i just needed to do something other than writing lmfao. would love to hear any ideas if you guys have songs! ethel cain is so spook coded btw i had to restrain myself from putting more of her songs in this lmao. anyway thanks for entertaining my meltdown <3
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@kuroyrii : Quietly places flowers in his hair, she quickly turns to conceal her laughter only to snicker, "The colors go well with your complexion"
In the miscellany of woodland monoculture, she found him once again in the embrace of solitude listening to the sound of the water falling and the sighing of the wind in trees, malformation of mossy stairs carved to the mountainside reminding of an old stronghold long forgotten.
His targets less inclined to drive to natural places for enjoyment, now laying lifelessly on the pile not far than a halfcropped kilometer. There will hardly be an ounce of anything but bones and ashes consumed soon either by flames or rot. Monkeys still refuse to put envy of his people behind them, they may still begrudge Sorcerers in their relics and things of beauty; he remembered such fact with each wipe of crimson from his face.
Blood was a peculiar thing that made even most cultured and neat man look like a wild beast in stillness, it could bore cute pink blush or deep brown spots. His sense for restoration dark yet mighty, carrying visual trademarks like insignia of battle on sword. Eyes like pits of smoldering opiates after ferocity of fresh kill.
A kindred spirit dances among trees, her every cadence a bravado breaking etiquette in moonlit gait, stalwart and dependable from both sundry and mirthful times of their storied history, masterful in the art of hunting and stealth, stiff-necked and suspicious only by wit of her tongue, the black lily that comes seeping with fanged smile more liberated than ever before, intruding reverie of his seclusion with ignorance to the carnage behind. The God Hand must have followed the track from sudden outburst of cursed energy evoked by his special grade. She would not ask what had transpired there, instead, it was her hands that spoke louder secrets in her stead, and he almost understood their unhinged language where he recalled distinct soothing.
Captivity may prove too great a strain for bunny, so her crimson rather concealed on him colors that came to life and blossomed with his dark excellence when the odds were stacked against them. Something entangled among straight carbon strands. A brisk blink of fluttering lashes sorting inventory in perceptional warehouse of thinking, evoking perplexion, discarding creeping mildew, and awakening consonance from grim tidings.
What is this?
There's something on his head. Hand wandered up to test out his new enlightened image, caressing something soft and what's next in line for commendation when he realized what kind of structure formed under his fingertips, touch becomes light as a caterpillar's footsteps, drinking in the aromas of velvets producing scent from each little twist. Those were petals from vivid flowers, from what still left of seasonly green; jewel gift of flora that loomed on him like a black crown. Heartbeat skipped up with increasing pulse into his very throat. Sayuri might be the first step in some scheme crammed into small rooms.
He breathed out in realization, '' Today I am all soil and ruin and yet you still can't help yourself but to be personally accountable for my beautification? Thought you'd have more urgent errands to undertake like entertaining snoozy patrons. If you ever decide to repeat such practioning in public be wary; it could make some women jealous. '' From string of defense, chuckle preceded deficit in melting venom. Thank you.
Rivulets and bouncing waterdrops provided natural a reflection pool for him to lean in closer and check his new decoration. An apparition emerges from behind large oak; manifesting several meters away from them; offering a lined humanoid grin covered by sleeve of vermilion kimono.
'Well?' - a grin the one she could not see while he seemed so distracted and enchanted by blossoms in his strands. Or he purposely pretended to be distracted.
'You want her, don't you? Try and get her.~'
#kuroyrii#Muse: Geto#!Sayuri#反応‚ㅤ╱ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 reacted.#{ Scoots over remembering practicular mention of certain special grade -- so HE HE HE uwu . }#{ He's just going to grab himself popcorn if this will errupt in a game of chase. }#{ The contrast in situations when Sayuri receives flowers from him vs when Geto from her. }#{ -BREATHES-THEY ARE SO COMPLICATING!! }
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