#I think the reason it’s hard to do anything about is you run into a weird line

[stardustlixie]

00:12 (nsfw)

pairing: corrupted angel!felix x dom!human!reader

warnings: degradation and like really unhealthy dynamics idk what else i missed (this is fiction please don't let this be your perception of reality)

[REPOST FROM MY DELETED BLOG]

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angel felix, watching over you from the heavens, enamored with the idea of you, watching you break so many men with the least effort

angel felix who can't help but be jealous when you get into a relationship, the sinful things you do to the other man making his stomach flutter, making him wish it was him writhing under you, and the very tip of his wings lose their shine.

he watches you go through the relationship in deep envy of the other man, envy of whatever a mortal could have and he couldn't.

he finds himself unbelievably relieved when it ends, only to curse his relief when you stumble into a bar, marks of messily wiped tears on your face and lose yourself beyond the point of being slightly drunk.

angel felix who, a few minutes later, finds himself at the entrance of said bar, god's fear not being strong enough to fight his urges. he finds himself starting a conversation with you, not ignorant of the way your eyes run across his frame.

even without his wings, he looks too pure to be in a place like that, with a human like you, and yet he stays. he makes you trust him enough to tell him your reasons for being there, and that's when he makes the meek offer to 'help you forget'.

and you accept.

he's being pushed against your door and the next thing he knows he's spent the night with you using him to your liking, he doesn't care. all he cares is that you're deriving pleasure out of it. he's being of use to you.

when he looks at his reflection the next day, covered in marks, bruises and scratches, the bottom of his pearl white wings has turned black. he doesn't care.

he doesn't care, when after a few days, he's back in the same apartment with you yanking his head back by his hair, tears threatening to spill over.

"a whore, aren't you lixie? my little whore. so ruined, for whom?" you ask him with a hard thrust and a tear falls down the red, freckled curve of his cheekbone.

"f-for you."

he doesn't care, because its all so good. so wrong, but so good. so sinful its taking him farther from his god, or maybe, he was wrong all along.

you are his god.

and he will make himself worthy of you.

he decorates his body with the filthiest words ever, black ink contrasting against pale skin, the most obvious words like 'slut' and 'dirty thing' standing out amongst other things you had said to him with his occasional remarks like 'pinch here' or 'to hit'.

the reflection staring back at him isn't an angel's, that's not what he is anymore, his once entirely white wings, are now almost entirely black, only a few white feathers remaining. like always, he doesn't care. he thinks it makes him more beautiful. the reflection isn't an angel's.

it's his.

you come home to the boy tied to your bed half naked with all sorts of things written on him, how he managed to get himself like that isn't least of your concerns when he looks so pretty looking up with half lidded eyes, begging you to devour him.

"god, felix what is this?" the smiles at the irony of your first word being god.

your fingers glides across the black rope on his wrists and he shivers underneath. "filthy. not like i could expect anything better of you, i hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, angel," you lean down to his face, "because you're not getting away with this."

"i wouldn't want to."

and in the aftermath, he lies beside you, cut, hurt, bruised,

loved.

because you're beside him. pleased. and that's all he cares about.

#skz felix #skz #stray kids #felix #stray kids x reader #skz smut #sub!skz #sub!felix #sub felix #dom reader #dom!reader

[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 7

A/N: I told you I'd be rolling the rest of these out pretty quickly. Please don't give up on these two...

Need to catch up? Masterlist here.

Warnings: a head injury, lots of angst

Word count: ~1.7k

Reminder: this is FICTION. Please do not come at me if your favorite people don't act the way you think they would/should or if events are a little altered. It's called fanFICTION for a reason. Thanks 😬

Vivian is gone. He proposes to Priscilla in December of 1966.

******

In the early spring of 1967, Elvis and Priscilla go shopping together in California. Elvis knows their wedding is coming and he tries hard not to think about the fact that he does not want to get married. Instead, he tries to focus on Priscilla. He does love her. Maybe this won't be as bad as he's afraid it might be.

And then they hit a stoplight next to a billboard. Elvis's mouth drops open. Priscilla groans.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Elvis is in awe. It's Vivian. She's in a cigarette ad on the billboard, right there. It's been so long since he's seen her that there's a sharp pain in his heart. He remembers how they ended and is overwhelmed with regret. Why didn't he chase after her?

"The light is green." That's why. He looks over at Priscilla in the passenger seat and steps on the gas, letting Viv fade away behind them.

"I wonder how she's doing. I guess she's doing pretty well if she's on a billboard."

"Elvis..."

"I should call her."

"No, you really shouldn't." He can feel Priscilla bristling at the thought of him reconnecting with Viv.

"I just want to congratulate her on her modeling success, Cil."

"I'm sure. No. I'm not letting you turn her into your new Ann Margaret."

"She was around long before Ann." He says it under his breath, but she hears him and sighs deeply.

"You're not helping your case."

"Priscilla, if I want to call her, I will." She purses her lips and looks out the window. He looks through the windshield determined. She's not his wife yet. And even if she was, he's a man and he'll decide who he wants in his life and when.

Priscilla doesn't say another word about it when they get back to the house in Bel Air. In fact, she doesn't say anything to him at all. They get in bed in silence and he lays there wide awake, his thoughts racing, but mostly focused on one thing: Viv. It's been years since he's seen her, and he's definitely thought about her from time to time, but he has no idea where she is or what she's up to. She could be married for all he knows. That thought makes his stomach turn. He tries to think back to the billboard and whether she was wearing a ring. But they probably would've made her take it off anyway. Was there a subtle tan line?

He's overthinking this and he knows it. He needs something to take his mind off of Vivian and what happened the last time they were together. More flashes have come back to him since the event, holding her foot in his hand and kissing her ankle, her running her fingers through his hair, the way she tasted, and all it does is make him miss her more. He decides to go to the bathroom and try to read or watch TV. But as he slides out of bed and makes his way into the tiled sanctuary, he catches the cord to the television and everything goes black.

******

When he comes to, his head is pounding and throbbing and there's a lump the size of a golf ball on his head.

"Fuck! Goddamnit!" He writhes on the floor in pain, yelling cuss words. Next thing he knows, Priscilla is in the doorway.

"Elvis! What happened?!"

"I fucking fell! I think I really hurt myself. Goddamnit. It hurts." Priscilla runs to call the doctor and the rest of the important people in Elvis's life. As he lays on the bathroom floor in pain, he sees things that frighten him, but the most noticeable is his mother. He must be dying. That's all there is to it. And if this is the end, there's only one person he wants. "Vivian!"

Priscilla comes back into the bathroom where he lays on the floor.

"Did you call for me?"

"No. Where is Vivian?" She swallows hard and looks down at him on the floor.

"She's not here Elvis. I'm here."

"No. Get her. Please. Now."

"Elvis, I-" Just then the doctor arrives, closely followed by other members of the Memphis mafia. They get him back into his bed, but he doesn't lay still. He rolls around in pain, clutching different parts of his body. The doctor diagnoses him with a concussion and he's advised to stay in bed for a few days. The guys file in to see him and make sure he's okay. Priscilla sits next to the bed silently.

"Is there anything you need? Anything we can get you?" Sonny asks sincerely. Elvis grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him close. He whispers in his ear.

"Get Vivian. Please. I need her." Sonny nods, understanding his assignment.

"You got it, boss."

The Colonel arrives and surveys the damage. He pulls Priscilla aside.

"How is he, really?"

"He's in a lot of pain. He keeps asking for that girl, Vivian." The Colonel looks into her face seriously. He shakes his head.

"It is imperative that he doesn't see her. He needs to know that he has you. Your marriage is scheduled for less than two months from today. It would destroy his image to bring her back into the picture. Can you handle this?" Priscilla gives him a determined look.

"I can."

******

When Sonny calls her, Vivian is too in shock to respond immediately.

"He what?!"

"He fell and hit his head. It's not good, Vivian. And he's asking for you."

"For me?!"

"Yes. You have to come."

"Come pick me up." She gives him her address and waits nervously. It doesn't matter how long they've been apart. If he calls for her, she comes running. That'll never change.

She rides with Sonny to the Bel Air house, the whole time preparing herself for what might happen when she arrives. What she never expects, though is to be absconded by Priscilla the second she walks through the door.

"Hey, Priscilla. I heard he was asking for me?"

"I'm not sure who told you that, but it's not true. The only person he's asked for is me." Viv's eyes narrow. She doesn't trust Priscilla as far as she can throw her.

"Sonny said-" She's cut off by Priscilla grabbing her hands in her lap.

"He's my fiancé."

"I know that, but he's also my friend."

"Vivian. He's going to be my husband soon. You confuse him and you know it. Why would he call for you? I'm asking you to leave now. Please. For me." Vivian looks at her in shock.

"You're not going to let me see him, are you?"

"It's for his own good, Viv." She stands up and turns back to Priscilla.

"My name is Vivian. He's the only one who calls me Viv." She looks around uncertainly. "You know, you and I were friends once. Will you at least tell him I was here?"

"Of course. Now, will you please go?" Vivian nods slowly, walking to the front door. Why would Sonny say he had asked for her if he hadn't? But maybe Priscilla was right. He didn't need her confusing him.

Still, she makes it outside before she completely falls apart. When she does, she's surprised to find strong, warm arms around her. She looks up into his face.

"Sonny?"

"I've got you, honey." She lets her legs go out from under her as Sonny lifts her into his arms. He carries her to his car and places her gently in the passenger seat. She lets him drive her back to her apartment and carry her up the stairs.

He stays with her for the next two days, providing the comfort she so desperately needs.

Something blooms inside her for Sonny as she finally resigns herself to the fact that Elvis will be married soon and there's nothing she can do about it.

Does she fall in love with Sonny? She doesn't not love him. So when he proposes three years later, she decides she loves him enough. Why would she say no? Elvis is happily married with a child and she's almost 30. What does she have to lose?

******

When Elvis comes out of his post-concussion haze a few weeks later, he turns to Priscilla and asks one last time.

"Vivian?"

"She didn't come. She seems to be happy with Sonny."

"Sonny?!" His heart breaks one last time. This is what she was doing when he needed her most? He doesn't need her anymore.

He marries Priscilla in May of '67 and Lisa Marie is born in '68. He does the Singer Special and things finally start to look up for him. His career is reignited and he's happy-ish with Priscilla.

But in 1971, when Sonny comes to him and asks him to be his best man as he marries Vivian, Elvis spends more time than he should shooting guns in the shed. Thankfully, no one bothers him or they'd see the tears of rage and envy and something else he doesn't want to think about as they slide down his face.

Their conversation is over before it even started. And after this they'll never talk again.

******

Until Chapter 8

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Baby Fever is real..

pairing:Husband!Chris XWife!Ellie

Summry: When Ellie's friend has a new baby, she can't help but get baby fever and she let's Chris know.

Warnings:hints of smut but damn how could I write this and not think dirty of him? hehe

"hey Chris?" Ellie called from the office. "yes angel?" he said from the kitchen.

Ellie walks out and is in a sundress. "You'll never guess who had a baby!"

She was happy and she just had to tell Chris. He looks at her with a grin. "You?"

Ellie smiles. "Not yet" He chokes on his coffee. "yet!?" Ellie wraps harm around his waist. "Mary had a cute little baby boy and omg he's so cute!"

Chris smiles kissing her head. "hmm hm is Mrs Evans trying to tell me something?"

Ellie says. "Please Chris...fuck a baby into me" She kissed his neck softly and he bites his lip trying not to let a moan slip out because he knew she would have her way with him right then and there.

"Ellie no" he lightly pushes her away and says. "I love you baby but we have four as is don't forget that your broke my hand from the last one"

Ellie pouts and says as she folds her arms. "fine"

Chris says. "I do love you honey, you know that" She pouts and says. "hmm hm"

Chris washes his cup out and then says. "When do the kids get home?" Ellie says. "two hours" She walks away feeling bad that Chris wouldn't give her love.

Chris sighs and follows her. "Honey?" She sits at her desk and says. "i'm busy" he kneels next to her. "Eleanor look at me please"

She looks at him and he says. "Please don't be upset at me ok? I am just very busy with work and stuff ok? When things calm down I will fuck a baby into you ok?"

She nods. "right" She looks at back at the computer and says. "Anything more?" He sighs. "no that's all" He stands up and walks out feeling bad.

Ellie was a great mother to his kids and that's not the only reason he is still married to her. he loves her.

Ellie and Chris had a tough few months due to fans saying rude things about her online and some even in person.

Chris was very protective of her and now of his family. He wouldn't let his wife be mistreated by anyone.

later that night Ellie was in bed and was not talking to Chris still feeling mad about him turning her down.

Chris gets into bed and kisses her shoulder. "baby?" She turns and looks at him. "What happened to saying Chris does want to be a daddy!? hmm!?"

Chris sighs. "Not this again come on Eleanor!"

She gets out of bed and says. "fine i'll sleep in the guest room"

She walks out and slams the door and Christina starts crying.

Chris picks up his youngest and walks around. "Sh sh it's ok"

Ellie gets into the bed in the guest room and lays there. Sure he was a great person but damn sometimes Ellie hated how busy Chris was. Always on set of some kind of movie and working endlessly.

its wasn't to long until the door swings open. Chris walks in and says. "Misses Evans mind telling me who the fuck told you that you could be like this?"

Ellie sits up. "Chris I was sleeping"

"Bullshit!" he sits on the bed. "Honey I told you why we can't have another one"

"then use protection" He shuts his mouth. 'um.. baby thats' not how it works"

She wraps her hand around his neck softly playing with his long hair. "Shut up and kiss me" he does as she said to and kisses her. Ellie turns and straddles him and his tongue dances in her mouth as he runs his large hands up and down her body. "Chris"

She moaned into his mouth as he works off his boxers. "is this what wife wants hmmm?"

She looks at his rock hard cock and feels her mouth water. 'Yes daddy..please" He works his PJs off and then pushes into her quickly. "hmm!"

Ellie let's her head fall back as he kisses the front of her neck and thrusts into her. "You wanted a baby hmm?" She looks into his eyes and isn't able to say anything with how hard Chris was thrusting into her. "hmmm"

Chris smiles and says. "fuck you missed my cock uh baby?" Ellie nods and says. "ye...yes Chris fuck me please" he grins and says. "it's going to be a long night"

And it sure was for those two....😏

tags:@nicoline1998enilocin @cutedisneygrl @patzammit @armystay89 @kmc1989 @bookishtheaterlover7

#chris evans drabble #chris evans x momma evans #chris evans x ofc #andy barber smut #chris evans #chrisevans #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #handsome daddy #chris evans smut #smut #fluff #female reader

[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 9

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 1.8 K

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), cyber-bullying/mean comments, SMUTSMUTSMUT (P in V, Fem receiving oral/fingering, hickeys, heavy making out, pet names, protection used!!!), you can not convince me that Chris isn’t a whimperer, self doubt, Not Edited

A/N: I’m sososososo sorry it took so long, I wanted it to be as good as possible. If anything doesn’t make sense, just chalk it up to my virginal status lol.

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

After patching things up with Matt, me and Chris decided to hard launch our relationship. It’s been two months since we went public, and the fans just seem to get more upset about it every day. Yesterday was our ten month anniversary, and the comments on our posts were horrific.

@ sturniolo.police

Do y’all think he just stays so she doesn’t kill herself?

@ Chris-Sturn-girlie

@ Sturniolo.police Probably, she treats her body like a kitchen counter… I would be scared too. I bet that’s the only reason why he even asked her out lol.

It was like watching a car accident, I couldn’t stop scrolling. I knew that it was stupid for me to think that dress was a good idea, but Chris picked it out specifically. The dress was a tight long sleeved crème dress. The issue was that it was fairly short, showing a large portion of my upper thighs. It was the first time since eighth grade that I felt comfortable wearing anything shorter than knee length, and less than 24 hours later I was severely regretting my decision.

“”“”“”“”“”

Now I stand in front of our mirror wondering if I should even go out with them tonight. The boys have a really important colab dinner, and I would hate for it to be ruined by people who don’t know how to be kind on the internet.

I look at myself and see someone I hate. The black short sleeve dress accentuates the jagged scars running across my wrists. I always tried to avoid spots that were hard to hide, but in that moment of desperation I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I’m so caught up in my thoughts, that I don’t even hear the door open.

“Is everything okay?” I look up to see Chris behind me, with his arms wrapped around my waist.

“I um… I don’t think I’m feeling up to going tonight… sorry.” He rests his head on my shoulder gently as he gives me a questioning glance. “I don’t want to ruin dinner, and everyone is already saying stuff about the scars on my legs… and if people find out I tried t-” I cut myself off before I could say the truth.

Chris turns me around quickly, looking deep into my eyes. “I don't give a shit what anyone else has to say, you are perfect for me… just as you are.” I try to protest, but he stops me before I can even get one word out. “But… if you don’t feel like going out tonight, that’s okay. I can tell my brothers to just go without us.”

I can feel my eyes burning, not from sadness or guilt, but from the realization that the man in front of me doesn’t care about anything but me. “You don’t have to miss it because of me, don’t feel like you have to stay home.”

In less than three seconds he’s putting his phone into his pocket. “Don’t be silly, I already texted the guys.” I hear the guys yell a quick goodbye and feel better from downstairs before the door closes and the car drives off. “Now… do you need any help getting out of that dress?” He gives me a quick kiss before turning me around so he can reach my zipper.

As soon as the zipper stops, my dress falls to a puddle on the floor. When I turn around I notice Chris’s eyes fall to the matching green butterfly set I have on.

When Chris finally meets my eyes again, his cheeks are a shade of red that I’ve never seen on him. “Like what you see, pretty boy?” Chris is a sputtering mess, trying to respond. I cut him off by quickly connecting my lips with his. His hands quickly find their way into my hair as he lifts me up by the backs of my legs, carrying me to our shared bed.

This wasn’t the first time me and Chris had ever made out, but something was different about this time. There was a hunger in each of us, that kissing couldn’t satiate.

Chris tossed me gently onto the bed before positioning himself above me and continuing our make out session. His lips slowly traveled down my neck, stopping for short moments, then continuing their assault until they landed on my collar bone. A moan left my mouth, much louder than I meant to, as my back arched off the bed.

“You like that baby?” Chris groaned into my ear.

“mhm…” My brain went blank as he made his way down to the valley of my breasts. “Please…”

“please what, ma?” He looks up to me with a mischievous grin.

“Touch me… please.” I practically whine out, upset that he stopped kissing me. Chris quickly taps my side, signaling me to lift up as he unclasps my bra in one swift movement. My bra is replaced with Chris’s hands before I even register that he removed it. He continues to leave wine colored marks across my breasts, while his hands squeeze in the most beautiful ways.

After what feels like an eternity, i feel Chris's hot breath moving down towards my waistline. He glances up at me quickly before turning his head toward my inner thigh. I feel him lift my leg up, over his shoulder, before he resumes his mission. "Did you know that your legs are my favorite part of your body?"

“no they aren’t.” I accuse with a small giggle. I never realized how ticklish my legs are. He quickly sucks on a spot, that will surely be a dark shade of red tomorrow morning, causing my brain to malfunction.

When he stops, I look down to see him looking at me with his big, blue, puppy dog eyes. He toys with my waistline, before finally opening his mouth. “Is this okay?”

I've never responded quicker, nodding my head aggressively while mumbling out a quick please and thank you. It takes him no time to get my panties off, and onto the floor. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”

“yes… just please touch me!” I’m practically begging when he decides to indulge me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, seeing as I’ve never even ‘helped myself’. Whatever I expected, this was much better. The second he latched his lips onto my clit, I was seeing stars. My whole body felt warm and tingly, and I think I’m close. I quickly intertwine my fingers into Chris’s hair, pulling with the rhythm of his tongue. All of the sudden I feel a long thin finger entering, and I can’t stop the sudden sensation that was building inside me. I couldn’t even get out a full sentence without a loud, almost pornographic moan interrupting me. The second I feel a second finger, I loose all control over my body. My back arches off the bed, as my legs slam shut around Chris’s head. Once I manage to calm myself down, Chris slowly removes his fingers from inside of me.

“Having fun?” I see him wiping his hand against his pant leg, his lips still glistening with me. I don’t think I have the strength to speak, so I simply nod. “Was it… was that okay?” I can see the yearning for approval in his eyes. “… Like, was it good for you?”

I don’t really know how to respond to that question, my brain is stiff fuzzy from my orgasm. “It was amazing baby…” I don’t want this moment to end. “I want to… can we do more… If that’s okay?”

I swear Chris has the condom out in less than three seconds. “Are you sure?” He’s looking at me like he truly doesn’t care what’s in it for him. “We can stop… or do other things, you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

I do my best to find his eyes in my dazed state. “I’m sure… if it’s anything like what you just did, I’m not sure I ever want you to stop.” He nods quickly before getting up and stripping.

The second his waistband hits mid thigh, his member is hitting his stomach. It looks painful, so red and hard. I don’t know how it’s going to fit, but I trust him. He slides the condom on, quickly climbing back on top of me.

“Are you sure the at you want this?” This again. “We can stop whenever you want to… and you really don’t have to do any-”

I cut him off quickly by grabbing ahold of him and making sure that he knows that my motives are purely selfish at this point in time. He finally gets the hint and lines himself up.

“fu-ck…” Chris practically whimpers as he pushes into me. I unintentionally clench around him, who knew that a man whimpering was so sexy?

“Babe… you gotta stop squeezing me like that, I won’t last.” I mutter a quick apology, before giving him the go ahead to start moving.

It’s an interesting feeling. It’s not necessarily painful or uncomfortable, just different. It doesn’t take long for the feeling to melt into pleasure though.

The house is filled with sounds of whimpering and moaning, as we reach our highs. Chris reaches down and starts rubbing heavenly circles against my already overstimulated clit, causing my orgasm to crash into me without warning. I swear my vision goes out for a minute while Chris chases his own high.

Chris slowly pulls out, making me cry out in pleasure. “I’m sorry, but I have to get you cleaned up. I’ll be right back.”

The second he leaves it hits me all at once. What if it wasn’t good for him? What if he realizes that he only wanted me for sex, and decides the rest isn’t worth it? What if he-

“Are you okay?” He pulls me from my doom spiral, as he starts cleaning me up. He crawls into the bed next to me, looking deep into my eyes.

“Sorry… my brain is just trying to convince me that you’re going to leave.” I see his eyes soften, as he realizes what I’m saying. “It’s not necessarily like I believe it, I just worry sometime that all of my flaws outweigh the things keeping you here… like what if you leave, or you only stay because you feel like I’ll kill myself if you don’t?” Chris stares at me, looking like he doesn’t fully grasp the concept. “Does that make sense? I feel like I’m going crazy sometimes.”

“Do you really think that I would do that?” The way he asks it makes my heart break.

It’s not like I really think that he would do something like that, but my brain just refuses to let me be happy. “No baby… I just find it so hard to trust anyone who says they care.”

Chris just pulls me into his arms, promising me that he loves me more than words could describe. After a few minutes in his arms we decide to put some clothes on and order some food. After dinner, I drift slowly into a peaceful sleep in his arms.

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann @jnkvivi @stasiesturn

@h3arts4harry @slutforsturniolos

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[tiredfox64]

I’m Gonna Be Your Number One

Yip notes: It’s getting hot and audios came back on TikTok so now I remember songs. Ah

Pairing: Rain (MK1) x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: SWIM

It seems magic can’t solve everything.

Everyone knows Rain has an amazing grasp on water magic. He can cause geysers to burst from the ground, shield himself with a wall of water, and hold an orb of water in the palm of his hands. Yet even the greatest who have mastered water cannot master it all. The waves will crash wherever they like. The pools will submerge whoever they want. Once the water has a grip on you, you lose your grip on it. That’s the last thing Rain wants to happen.

So in short, Rain doesn’t trust the water fully. Meaning he never liked going into bodies of water resulting in him being unable to…swim?

What? What do you mean Zeffeero can’t swim? He’s a water mage, how could he not know how to swim? That makes no sense! What do you mean it’s the same with me being a drummer? It is not! Just because I’m a musician doesn’t mean I need to learn scales. IT’S HARD OKAY! I DIDN’T START WITH THE PIANO IT’S NOT MY FAULT I WANTED TO BE AWESOME! HIM NOT KNOWING HOW TO SWIM IS NOT THE SAME AS ME NOT KNOWING BASS CLEF YOU DI-

As the seasons changed and the weather began to blister in Outworld it grew unbearable. You were visiting Rain more often just to find a way to cool off. He told you his magic was not supposed to be used to cool people off but you ignored that. Plus, he always gave in and created a cloud to drizzle over you to help you out. You are his dearest friend after all. He’d do anything for you.

Remember that for later.

Those little showers were not cutting it. Everyone else in Outworld were going to lakes and beaches to cool off. You wanted and needed to do the same, not alone of course. You want to go with your friend. It felt right to invite Rain to come with you to the beach. He could probably do some cool stuff with the ocean water. But when you suggested that to him he immediately said no. Actually, he raised his voice when he said that which caught the attention of others. He quickly apologized for raising his voice before saying he couldn’t. You asked him why and the excuses came. It’s not like Empress Sindel wouldn’t allow it, she wanted a beach day as badly as anyone else. Finally, he budged after you wouldn’t stop interrogating him. He whispered the truth to you. The truth is that he never learned to swim.

He was worried you would make fun of him or think he was a loser but you were more shocked in reality. How could your best friend not know how to swim? Well that won’t do. You’re gonna change that. You told him you would take the initiative to teach him yourself. He was very hesitant to do it, saying there was no reason for him to start learning now. You reminded him that he would do anything for you and this was something you wanted him to do. Fine, you win, but it needs to be in private. You promised him it would stay between you two and that you know the perfect spot to practice.

Better buy the man a pair of swimming trunks, he's gonna need them.

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“Where are we going?” Rain asked while following you through a forest he had never been in.

“You’ll find out when we get there.” You replied with a smile on your face.

 You walked through a forest you frequently visit. It’s hidden from the eyes of others. The trees grow high into the sky, leaving the forest ground in a cooling shade while letting the sunlight peek through to allow the flora to bloom. In the distance, the sound of running water is heard. It’s a calming sound. Rain has no idea how you found this place but it does seem neat. He wished you would tell him what this visit was all about. Maybe he should take in the fact that you told him to wear the swim trunks that you bought him. Soon enough, both of you came across an opening that led to a pond. The water was clear enough to show the smooth stones that lay at the bottom of the pond.

Rain wanted to back out but you gestured for him to come closer to the water. The water was so calm that he could see his reflection without any distortion. No ripples or tiny waves. He wanted to tell you that he didn’t want to do this today but you were already taking your clothes off. He immediately looked away out of respect.

“Don’t be shy. I’m wearing a bathing suit.” The tone you used with him made him feel silly.

When Rain looked back at you he was stunned by your beauty. He has never seen you in a bathing suit before. He has never seen you like this. In all honesty, you were working that bathing suit like a model. He didn’t realize he was staring at you for so long that you caught him in the act. That’s perfectly fine. You wanted his attention. You took his hand to guide him to the water but he yanked you back.

“It’s…cold.” He was making excuses now.

“And it’s horribly hot right now. I rather be cold than burning up.” You were determined to get Rain into the water. You need to take it slow.

You held Rain’s hand tightly as you moved further into the pond. The water cooled your skin and splashed against your leg every time you stepped forward. It’s the sensation you have been desiring for days. But for Rain, it was like walking through a pile of needles. But he had to do this for you. If he backed out now he would disappoint you. As much as he hated failing himself, he would hate to fail you.

He marched forward, closing his eyes and holding your hand tightly. You guys went further into the pond until the water reached your chest. Only then did Rain open his eyes. You gave him a smile, happy to see him get this far into the pond. And…well…it wasn’t all that bad. The water did feel refreshing and helped cool his body down after the long walk. He was even brave enough to create an orb using the water in front of him. Your eyes sparkled seeing him use his magic. That was until he made the orb pop on top of your head, completely soaking you.

Rain couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle. Though you always enjoyed his laughter and found it to be a moment of peace, this was different. This meant war. You used your arm to create a wave of water that splashed onto Rain. His hair suddenly lost its volume and was now covering his eyes. You let out a triumphant laugh before feeling something wrap around your waist. There was nothing there, or so you thought. You got picked up from the water and you could then see that Rain was using water tentacles to mess with you.

“Hey! No fair! You’re using magic!” You yelled out.

“All is fair in love and war.” He shot back.

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

Whether or not it did make sense, it doesn’t matter now. You were telling Rain to let you down. He let you down all right. Right into his arms. Instead of water tentacles being wrapped around your waist it was his arms this time. This was all in good fun plus he was loving this moment with you. You saw that he was getting comfortable with the water which was a good sign to you. It might be time to push it. It might be time to push a lot of things since this moment was getting pretty intimate.

“Come on, let’s go deeper.” You suggested.

“Are you sure? Are you certain that you want to teach me?”

“I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that. I promise I’ll be holding on to you.” You were very certain. Your tone was confident which made Rain feel a little better.

He put you down into the water and you took his hand once more. Slowly but surely you made your way deeper into the pond. The shade of the water was becoming darker. You thought it would be best to see how long Rain could actually hold his breath. You told him to take a big breath and that you will be doing the same thing with him. Big breath in…and…dive!

You and Rain submerged yourselves under the water. You held hands as you looked at each other. So far so good. He wasn’t panicking which helped a lot. It might have been because you were right there with him. But the first breath might not be the best. You could already tell he was struggling as little air bubbles left his lips. You could signal for him to breach the surface to gain more air but at the same time you had an idea. You always wanted to do this little trick. You didn’t think it would actually worked but it doesn’t hurt to experiment. Plus it will be a great excuse to put your lips against Rain’s lips.

You pulled Rain in. He thought you would try to help him up to the surface but no. Instead, he felt your lips against his. He didn’t feel any air being pushed past. All he could feel was you. His eyes were wide while you stayed as calm as you could. Your heart was going crazy which really wasn’t the best when underwater. But it’s okay you’ll get more air soon. You pulled back from Rain and looked at him to see if that did anything. It certainly did something but it wasn’t what you expected.

Rain was so shocked his mouth went agape. All of his air came out in one big air bubble. You immediately panicked and grabbed hold of him. For someone who wasn’t a fighter you sure were strong. You brought Rain up to the surface in seconds. He took a huge breath, feeling the burning from his lungs become dull. He wanted to ask you why you kissed him but he had to catch his breath first.

“You know you were supposed to keep the air in, right?” You tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

“You…You kissed me!?” Rain pointed out.

“What!? No! I didn’t!” You tried to defend yourself.

Yeah it wasn’t really a kiss but you did want it to be. Why else would you try something that you knew wouldn’t one hundred percent work. You wouldn’t try that move with any other guy. You would never even dream of it. Except with Rain. You would do it to him. You DID do it to him.

“You and I both know that what you did doesn’t work. It’s a myth.” He called you out.

“…so?”

“So!?”

Now you felt like the silly one. You were wondering if Rain would be upset with you now and think you were a loser. You pulled a risky stunt and though it didn’t kill him he might want to kill you now. You were about to apologize before you heard him say something that surprised you.

“If you so badly wanted a kiss you could have asked. You didn’t need to do all of this to gain my attention.”

Well, you didn’t actually plan this whole thing just to get a kiss but it’s a win I guess.

“It wasn’t like that but okay. I’m sorry if I upset you.” Don’t go pulling that cute voice out when you apologize. You know he falls for it.

Now you’re giving him those puppy dog eyes as you pull him in closer. You’re truly killing Rain at this point. Just drown him while you’re at it.

“It’s not like you had competition. You should have been formal.”

“Ah well, actually every girl wants you to be her man. I had a lot of competition.” You corrected him.

He was surprised. Do women actually want him? You were telling the truth. The ladies love him. They love a man with power and magic. That’s why you needed to strike. But this wasn’t the strike you were planning on taking.

“It doesn’t matter now. You clearly feel the same since you told me I could have just asked.”

Rain wanted to protest but you were right. He did tell you that you could have asked him for a kiss and he would have given it to you. Shoot maybe you could have asked him to be your boyfriend and he would have accepted since you were so formal about it.

Might as well call this pond Awkward Lovers Lake cause that’s all that seems to be in it. Yes, it says lake when it’s actually a pond, this is not new. Things are misnamed all the time.

There was an awkwardness between you two that had to be broken. Luckily you still had some bravery in you to do it.

“Would you like to keep on playing in the water?” You asked.

You heard him sigh before he said, “Of course. Just don’t make me swim or hold my breath.”

“Deal!”

Yap notes: No I don't actually think he can't swim. I think he could swim fine I just thought it would be ironic 💀. I just really wanted to do more for Rain cause he was the first one I tried when it came to fanfics. I love my snookie pookie. Plus it's the first day of June meaning summer is getting hot, hot, hot. AND it's my birthday month so of course I had to involve him. He's just so handsome I love him. I would give him a kiss if he wasn't washing me away all the time. Adiós!

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk x reader #mk x you #mk fanfic #rain mk1 #mk rain #rain mk #rain x reader #mortal kombat rain #rain mortal kombat #mk1 rain #fluff

[icycoldninja]

Hey, I was hoping to request a headcannon of the Sparda boys + V with the reafer similar to Kitana in Motal Kombat (feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write this) but kept it secret from them.

Like the reader is absolutely STUNNING, they can fight with steel fans and move with deadly grace. But the boys start getting suspicious when the reader refuses to speak about their family or they are getting a bit too brutal when fighting against demons, or they know something really old. And once the boys question the reader with enough stubborness, they finally spill and reveal they are infact, not just somebody but the Empress/Empeor of Outworld and that they are around 10 000 years old despite looking like they are in their early 30s. And that they hid it from the boys because they feared that they would be targetted.

How would the boys react to this info? Would they forgive the reader for hiding this infirmation?

Btw I freaking love your posts, keep up the good work 😘👍

Thanks for that. Hope you enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Kitana!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante thinks you are one sexy lady, with the way you wave your fans around and everything.

-Thinks--no--knows your fighting style suits you perfectly, it's graceful, fluid, ans beautiful, just like you.

-But you're so secretive, so deflective of every conversation he ever asks you, it's really suspicious. He wonders if you're a criminal on the run from another country, and decides to ask you.

-With a great deal of pestering (and a little bit of alcohol) Dante gets you to reveal your grand secret: That you are secretly the ruler of a faraway world and that you hid this from him because you were afraid the both of you would get targeted.

-He is rather hurt that you didn't trust him with this information, but this discovery is both shocking and cool. The fact that you're 10,000 years old--which makes him 9,955 years younger than you is pretty neat.

-He promises to protect you from whoever might try to attack you, even though you're older, wiser, and way more experienced.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was impressed by your POWER, surprised that you could turn something as ordinary and simple as a metal fan into a deadly weapon.

-However, he noticed your fighting style was extremely polished, as if you'd had thousands of years to refine it, but quickly shrugged it off as you being incredibly talented.

-Then he noticed you never wanted to talk about your family, background, or anything related to your past, which confirmed something was up about you.

-He decided not to pester you verbally though, as he wasn't all that good with speaking, and simply stared at you intensely until you cracked and spilled the beans.

-You told him things he never dreamed of hearing from you: that you were actually a 3,000 year old emperor/empress of a kingdom called Outworld, and that you were trying to lie low for fear of assasins and others with ill will.

-Vergil doesn't mind this, though. He thinks you're amazing, regardless of your old age, and will gladly dispatch anyone who tries to attack you, but he won't push you to flaunt your royalty if you don't want to.

□ Nero □

-Nero knew you were an experienced fighter like his dad the moment he met you.

-The way you moved, the fluidity, the grace, everything about you was perfection. There was no way in hell a typical 30 year old could do that, no matter how long and hard they trained.

-Nero wanted to ask you abut it but wondered if your skills could be attributed to something dark like forced training or experimentation when you were younger? He didn't want to upset you or bring back bad memories.

-But your refusal to speak about your past really bugged him, and before long, he couldn't control his curiosity. He asked, and after a long night of pleading, you caved.

-You explained that the reason you were so skilled was because you'd had 3,000 years to hone your craft, and that you were royalty who'd been hiding from pursuers, which was why you never wanted to talk about your background for fear the walls had ears.

-Nero was pretty chill about all this, and while he was a little confused as to how someone who is 30 centuries old could look so young, he just shrugged it off, going back to his normal activities within the next hour or so.

● V ●

-V was too captivated by your beauty to notice anything was strange about you.

-He just couldn't take his eyes off you when you moved; your elegance enthralled him and reminded him of several poems he'd read, resulting in him quoting them in the background as you fought.

-Still, your grace and deadly skill were not enough to distract him from your suspicious and extremely vague backstory. You were not a good liar, and clearly kept a lot of secrets from V, which worried him.

-He found a time and sat down to talk with you, asking you about your seemingly nonexistent past and if there was anything you were hiding from him, as well as informing you that you could trust him.

-You knew this to be true, and decided to tell him the truth, revealing you were 3,000 years old, that you were the ruler of another realm and were hiding from enemies who might target you, which is why you kept this knowledge from V, to protect him.

-V understood and was grateful for your consideration, promising not to share this information with anyone and to cut down anyone who might come after you two. He is rather curious though, what is being royalty like?

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[lambergeier]

oh yeah I GOTTA get commentary on the new good good. let's do... the first part of the poker game. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" through to "...Miles was forced to find other things to be annoyed about."

yessss let's do this

“So, what the fuck is wrong with you two?” he asks as Kristoph throws his head back and laughs.

okay so when planning out this fic, i knew basically right away what the first three and last two scenes would be (bad :)), and then i knew that in the middle i wanted a scene with trucy and a scene with kristoph. trucy, because it's not a meaningful depiction of phoenix as a character if you're not also looking at his relationship with his daughter, and kristoph because there wasn't fucking ANY krisnix in in better light and that was a criminal act. it was a criminal act that we wrote a whole aa4 au without any tangible krisnix. so, time to fix that!

emma in particular enjoys the interpretation of krisnix that is like, phoenix genuinely liked this guy once. he really didn't want all those crimes to be his. so that's what i went with, and it dovetailed perfectly with the plot need at this point in the story, which is "be ominous af and also call into question phoenix's self-image." thanks kris!

read more lol this bitch got long

Phoenix and Kristoph’s Thursday night poker game (weekly, with allowances for international conference calls and Kaiju attacks) takes place in an unused office high in the Dome, overlooking the catwalks and the Jaegers’ great bowed heads. They show up in their civvies, except when they don’t, and play for the same ten twenty-dollar-bills handed back and forth over the last three and a half years, except when they don’t. Phoenix tenderly nurses a single beer over the course of the night because if he drinks anything more than that Miles will start stumbling into walls. Phoenix hasn’t had a cocktail since he was 26. He hopes dark and stormies miss him as much as he misses them.

phoenix, prevented by his loving and very complicated relationship from becoming an alcoholic in this universe, as miles was prevented from making a sincere effort to kill himself (sad!), will make up for lost time post-fic, mostly by returning to the loving arms of rum cocktails with such intensity that he speed runs alcoholism and ends up sober again within like two and a half years. sorry buddy, non-alcoholic beers be upon ye <3.

phoenix and kristoph don't play for real money because a) not a good way to run a regular two-person poker night, b) they have too much disposable income (all their costs being paid for by the PPDC lol) to make most money below "crazy amounts" super meaningful, c) phoenix is the better card player and would have to work SO much harder if they played no limit/pot limit to make sure he wasn't taking an amount of money from kristoph that would cause kristoph to mail him anthrax. fixed bet is easier all around!

“It’s exactly as we said this afternoon, honored Flight Commander,” Kristoph says, eyes down, cutting the deck with a slick smile. He’s fresh out of the shower, cleaned and pressed and lightly steamed. Phoenix, conversely, smells like a refinery fire. “Klavier experienced a serious heartbreak recently. A temporary hiccup in our drift stability. Nothing to worry about.”

i typed and deleted so many more overtly homosexual descriptors of kristoph in this scene lmao. it was so difficult. like obviously krisnix is real and phoenix wants to chew kristoph's throat (sexually), but i do not believe that phoenix would ever cheat on miles in the situation we have set up here, or even think about it particularly hard, PLUS this is a very short, streamlined fic and we Do Not Have Time For All That.

also like yeah blah blah blah fic about all the things phoenix knows and lies to himself about, the extent of his attraction to kristoph is likely unknown even to him, things he doesn't know or doesn't want to know don't show up in narration because he's In Control blah blah metatextual reason to not have put the gay shit in. but also oh my god the scene was so long already. and they're already SO horny for each other

“Oh, please,” Phoenix says, leaning carefully back in his chair. The aches of the day are beginning to compound—Miles’ quivering hands plus Phoenix’s failing back times a brewing fatigue that could be either of them. “Don’t embarrass yourself. I used to drift with Miles. You think we never dealt with some heightened emotion in the drift?” Kristoph raises a pale eyebrow. He says, “Surely you're not referring to—” Phoenix laughs “Yeah, yeah, c’mon you rat bitch, hit me—” “—The time you conspired to send his adopted father and former commanding officer to die in prison?” “Where I hope he fucking rots,” Phoenix says sweetly and grins. “Deal the cards, Ranger Has-Been.”

one of kristoph's favorite jibes. haha you're actually quite the rage-filled angel of vengeance when you want to be, aren't you, wright? 🤨🏳️‍🌈🔪❓ he doesn't really get tired of it!

Kristoph does so, with the smooth professionalism of a chronic gambler.

not necessarily a trait supported by AJ canon, but i stand by it. i think he's got that shit on a tight leash but he does still, by his word and deed, got it.

Miles dislikes Phoenix’s poker nights for myriad reasons—he thinks it’s wildly inappropriate to gamble with a subordinate; he maintains but has never admitted to a lifelong jealous streak; at the end of the day, he’s just never liked Kristoph that much. That part Miles admits to pretty frequently. But poker nights have withstood it all. For the first few months Phoenix simply swam through Miles’ distaste like a catfish through unhappy, very passive-aggressive waters. When Kristoph failed to set down his cards and propose a rousing twenty minutes of oral sex at any point during their games, Miles was forced to find other things to be annoyed about.

miles: vividly aware that in another life phoenix and kristoph were fucking nightly in a rainbow of dubiously-consensual manners. also miles: completely unable to articulate this without sounding like a lunatic. he knows tho. he knows.

i mean honestly in THIS universe miles has to be quite aware that not only does his partner really look forward to these nights alone with his handsome pilot friend, phoenix is also getting something from this guy (acknowledgement that he's a piece of shit and will continue to be one) that miles absolutely cannot give him in the same way. who wouldn't be resentful! who wouldn't be resentful of having to sit in the back of the theater every night and watch this shit happen! especially if you are having an atrociously bad time with your own life at the same time, continuously!

by word of god (me and emma's fevered IRL conversations), breaking the drift and marrying phoenix does solve all of edgeworth's jealousy problems forever, just so everyone knows. post-in better light phoenix goes to visit kristoph in jail to have intensely erotic discussions about death and culpability, twenty feet apart, no touching, and when phoenix comes home miles is like "so did you fuck him?"

phoenix, frozen in his hobble up the stairs, genuinely unable to tell if what he just did was 'fucking': uhhhhhhhhh

miles with full, complete sincerity, in the absolute true confidence that he and phoenix will die before they break up again: it doesn't matter to me if you did. but you should probably know for your own planning purposes

miles: in case he tries to babytrap you, perhaps

#in better light #dvd commentary meme

[ladykissingfish]

*Sasori is working on a puppet at his desk, and Deidara comes up and hugs him from behind*

Deidara: ‘Morning, lover. *kisses his cheek* You still working on this creepy thing?

Sasori, ignoring his comment: Your breath smells bad and you desperately need a shower.

Deidara: *moves Sasori’s chair out from the desk and plops himself down in his lap* You’re such a rude man, hm. I thought being in a relationship meant being able to show yourself to your love, imperfections and all.

Sasori: “Hygiene” and “imperfections” are two different things. And goodness, you’re especially perky today. What’s the occasion? You planning to blow someone up later or something?

Deidara: Very funny, Sasori. Don’t act like you don’t know what today is. 

Sasori: … Er? Is it a special occasion? 

Deidara: *laughs* See, that’s one of the reasons I love you; you act all nonchalant when I know, secretly, you must be planning something huge for me for later!

Deidara: *gives Sasori a kiss and then jumps off his lap* I’m going to go shower and do my hair, so I’ll see you in about an hour, Danna! *leaves*

Sasori: 

Sasori: … Shit shit shit, what the hell is today?! Is it his birthday? No, his birthday was a few weeks ago, right? Crap, it must be our anniversary. I can’t think of anything else he’d make a big deal about. 

Sasori: *gets up* I’d better run out and get him some flowers and candy, and plan something suitably extravagant for us to do. *leaves*

*in the hallway*

Hidan: Oi, I heard you and puppet-dick. What the fuck is today? What’d he forget?

Deidara: Today? Nothing special. 

Hidan: Then what —

Deidara: He’s been spending day and night on those puppets lately. I’m sick of it; he’s gonna spend at least one day doing what I want to do, even if it kills him.  *pulls out a kunai* OR I stab him in his center and take him out first. *starts laughing really hard*

Hidan:

#sasodei #sasori x deidara #sasori #deidara #naruto #the akatsuki #❤️💛

[kwwallen]

xdinary heroes / your weekend.

gerne: fluff (sfw)

warning: maybe too lazy

words: ~900

from the author: еnglish is not my native language, enjoy reading! (*´︶`*)ฅ♡

Gunil

♡ Gonil, as a leader, will try hard for the benefit of the group, so most likely the dates will take place in the studio while the guy practices his drumming.

♡ You try your best to take care of him, and since there is nothing to do on the weekend except lie down. It would be a good idea to prepare something for Gonil and go to the company.

♡ He’s very cute when he’s busy working, so You just wanted to watch. Yes, perhaps you needed some attention from him, but for now he is reeeeeeeeally busy.

♡ But still, the moment will come when Gunil will clearly get tired and need rest. Then you will need to force him to be distracted, in the worst case, drag him away from the drums yourself. But Gunil still agrees to a break.

♡ You will eat food prepared by you, talk about music, literature, quotes and everything that you have wanted to tell for so long. But most importantly, spend this time together.

♡ I think that some kind of force majeure will happen, after which you will giggle at each other.

Jungsu

✿ Jungsu had been looking for a reason to take you on a date to an amusement park for a long time, and the most suitable moment fell on your weekend.

✿ How much childish joy was in your eyes when you arrived at the park. Various stalls with cotton candy, popcorn and other sweets attracted them to take them, and attractions beckoned them to ride them.

✿ You decided to ride only a few of them since the rest seemed scary.

✿ Taking one large cotton candy for two you walked around the park. We ended our walk on the Ferris wheel, looking at the city from high up in each other's arms.

✿ At the end of the day, Jungsu walked you home and left you a light and embarrassed kiss on your forehead, already looking forward to the next day off.

Gaon

♡ Not knowing how to spend this day, you turn on a random playlist, and while breakfast was being prepared, Jiseok began to move to the beat of the song, and you joined in.

♡ After breakfast, you stood in front of the mirror and started moving again. They were completely different, and it didn't matter if you didn't know how to dance, the focus was on imitating each other, creating joint choreography.

♡ At some point, one of you will get tired and start clapping to support the other so that he moves more confidently.

♡ So unnoticed you will spend seemingly ordinary days, fun and together.

O. de

✿ On this day you didn’t want to do anything at all, so after breakfast you went back to bed.

✿ After a while, I became terribly bored and decided to watch some series on laptop. You had to get up for a while to bring it and some snacks

✿ Here you lie again, watching the first series you come across. He seemed to be interesting, with a high rating among the others, but Seungmin still thought that you were much more interesting.

✿ He'll take just a quick glance at the action on the screen, then turn to you and draw attention to himself, for example, running her hair through his fingers, looking at your enchanted face, holding your hand, stealing a snack right in front of your eyes. Basically, anything that can distract you.

Junhan

♡ There was absolutely nothing to do, time passed slowly and was as boring as possible. You guys couldn't figure out what to do with yourself. We didn’t want to go for a walk, it was raining outside. Games on the phone are, in principle, terribly boring, as is watching TV channels.

♡ At some point, you again started meaningless conversations about everything in the world and reached the interests of each other. Junhan talked about how he likes to build with construction sets, as well as his great passion for comics.

♡ This was a small start. You simply began to assemble Lego pieces into various shapes, while simultaneously maintaining the same conversation about hobbies.

♡ Later, after collecting a joint model of an airplane, Junhan decided to show off his shelf with a lot of bright comics. He began consulting on which ones he really liked and which ones he didn’t really like. You started talking about various genres, especially romantic comedies.

♡ Still, you managed to brighten up this rainy day with such a homely atmosphere.

Jooyeon

✿Jooyeon has arranged a date for you, which should take place at his house. The guy didn’t hold on to the intrigue the moment you gathered with him, so he immediately pointed to a stack of video games and a console.

✿ It was difficult to understand and remember which joystick buttons you need to press in order to perform at least some action. Jooyeon helped a lot with this, always explaining and pointing out mistakes.

✿ After a while, you finally decided to play against each other. Then problems with control began again due to excitement. Your blood began to boil from the understanding that the guy would no longer help, but you really wanted to win.

✿ As expected, Jooyeon won the fight, which made him sad. But he began to persuade for the second round, in which he would of course give in to see the joy on the girlfriend face.

©kwwallen//copying and translation is prohibited.

#xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #o.de x reader #junhan x reader #jooyeon x reader #xdh fluff #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes x reader

[coallise]

Deal and a dance

Short and sweet of Charlie making a deal for Vaggie to get back into her favorite, and probably only, hobby. Set pre-cannon, there is now a part 2

Charlie and Vaggie were laying on Charlie’s bed. The two just started dating a few months ago and were currently playing 20 questions together.

“Ok, so, what do you do for fun?” Charlie asked.

“Err… kissing you is fun?” Vaggie answered, getting a giggle from Charlie.

“It is, but, come on, you have to have some hobbies, anything from when you were alive?” Charlie pushed.

“Err… well I did dance, ballet, but it was a hobby. No hope of going pro, and even if I did, my instructor was a creep. Doubt I could even find one that isn’t down here,” Vaggie sighed. “...Damn, I’m starting to run out of questions, babe.”

Charlie got up and leaned over Vaggie, “give it a chance! You really could use a hobby… that doesn’t involve me.”

“Corazón, I love having you as a hobby, but like I said, it was hard enough finding an instructor that wasn’t a creep up there. It’d be hopeless finding one down here,” Vaggie pulled Charlie down for a kiss.

“Uhg, fine,” Charlie pouted but did indulge in Vaggie’s other hobby, kissing her. She didn’t let it go and went to investigate those in the pride ring that taught ballet to find Vaggie was right, they were mostly creeps. She was about to give up when she saw a van pass by with the Carmine logo. The van stopped nearby and the two younger Carmines got out and went over the order with the client.

Charlie skipped over and stood near Odette, waiting for her to notice.

“Uh, hi?”

“Hi! I’m Charlie, you wouldn’t happen to be able to get me a quick little meeting with your mom, would you?” Charlie rocked back and forth on her heels. Odette looked to Clara who was still unpacking.

“Uhm, I can give your information to mother and we can work from there, what kind of weapons or materials were you thinking of?” Odette scrambled for her notepad and almost dropped it before Charlie grabbed it and started writing on it.

“Oh, just a little favor. Surely your mom would be interested in exchanging favors with the Princess of Hell,” Charlie added a few doodles before handing it back. With a wave, she skipped off, hearing Odette shriek at Clara that she had to talk to a potential customer without a script.

It took two hours before Charlie got a call back and confirmed the meeting with Carmilla. Charlie brought Vaggie with her.

“I thought you weren’t interested in fighting,” Vaggie mentioned as she walked with Charlie into the Carmine office building, trying hard not to ogle the weapons that were on display.

“I’m not!” Charlie chirped, “Carmilla is known for more than just weapons?”

Vaggie’s face fell and stopped Charlie at the door, “merida, please, mi corazón, please tell me you’re not trying cooking again.”

“I wasn’t that bad!”

“You burned water, babe, water.”

Charlie huffed and pushed open the door, “well it’s not cooking related either.”

“I take it the reason for this meeting is kept close to your heart if you haven’t even told your guard about it,” Carmilla said, sitting behind her large desk, a daughter on each side.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure I wrote the reason on the notepad,” Charlie hummed.

Carmilla picked up the notepad, “I see you are willing to exchange favors, and you doodled a pair of ballet shoes and rainbows.”

“Merida, really Charlie?” Vaggie face palmed.

“You said you missed dancing! And Carmilla literately fights while doing ballet. You said if I could find you a teacher that wasn’t a creep you’d get back into it,” Charlie pouted and hugged her, “can’t I make my girlfriend happy? Besides, I already know my terms of the favor.”

“Right, that I can not ask you to harm anyone,” Carmilla read from the pad before putting it down, “so I take it you want my half of the favor to be to teach her ballet for as long as she’s willing?”

“Yep!” Charlie rocked back and forth.

“Are you sure you want to owe a favor for this? That’s not exactly small,” Vaggie pushed.

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure.”

Carmilla cleared her throat, “I still haven’t agreed yet. Let’s see what I have to work with. First position.”

Vaggie snapped into position and Carmilla edited her posture slightly before ordering to go to the second, then to twirl, stand on one foot, until she was satisfied.

“I agree, we have practice on Wednesdays 5 o’clock sharp,” Carmilla ordered Vaggie as she held her hand out for Charlie. Charlie reiterated her half of the deal before they shook, silvery threads wrapping around their hands. They stopped at a store to buy Vaggie leggings, ballet shoes, and tank-tops in preparation for, what will eventually turn out to be, one of the best deals either party has made.

@a-dauntless-daffodil

#carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #writting

[puppydoggraham]

No frame will haunt me more than this.

Seeing Hannibal this fucking broken... Will Graham you’re a sick bastard.

#I’m going insane over mizumono again #fucking fuck fuck #FUCK!!!!!!!!! #listen I understand he couldn’t run away for yk reasons (THOUGH HE SHOULDVE) but fuck dude I wish he did god damn it will #incoming post about mizumono coming up I’m going insane #no but can I also say that I have never seen an actor…portray emotion THIS fucking good #Mads is literally the actor of all time #did he win anything for this scene specifically bc if fucking not that’s a goddamn crime #do you know how hard it is to make this expression like fuck this is insane it’s fucking insane #bro wasn’t even acting at that point he just became Hannibal dude #UGHHWJSKDJ I can hardly even look at the screenshot that’s how ill it makes me #ngl I will always have some beef towards will for not running away with Hannibal #this frame genuinely haunts me btw I’m so serious like #seeing Hannibal this fucked up…yeah #fuck #I. could write an essay on this frame and this frame alone #I think I will #maybe #mizumono posting

[monsterhugger]

I’m a big believer in writing whatever you want/don’t like don’t read and I’ll defend people who write gruesome fucked up porn but I hope people who post trolly crack “fics” for the express purpose of shitting on fandoms/characters they think are cringe or whatever go to hell no matter what

#it’s just shitty. like it’s technically allowed as long as the characters in the tags actually feature in the fic #but like it’s not in the SPIRIT of fic to me yk?? #ppl who write serious but disgusting and depraved smut are doing so out of love for the characters and a desire to actually create #ppl who write fics meant to troll are just. yknow. trolling #sorry im explaining it badly and I don’t want to post an example bc I don’t want to feed a troll #and like I don’t actually want to invite harassment against someone who technically hasn’t done anything Wrong #but like idk. they know they’re being shitty and they’re doing it to be shitty #I think the reason it’s hard to do anything about is you run into a weird line #w seriously out there kinkfic that is written in earnest vs troll fic/shockfic that’s written to upset ppl who like those characters #it just makes me genuinely sad to see idk

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#it's an old frustration. an old pattern of thought. #i just feel that i have a brain that doesn't hold information. that lacks the discipline to gain knowledge. that is incapable of deeper #thought. and i cant teel you how maddening that is. to sit in a room and listen to other people discuss a paper you read in depth 5 times #like it's the 1st time you ever heard anything about it. how is that possible? how do i work with that? i read and nothing sticks. #nothing stays with me. how??? i was talking to a prof recently who ive heard is hard on her students with disability accommodation. and she #was saying how she doesnt see these things as a disability. how we're just different not disabled. ive heard the phrase differently abled #a lot of times. and i get what she's saying. i do. ad i get why she's hard on them. she wants to push them. but there comes a point where #you are quote unquote differently abled and you run into a wall that other people dont have. then what are you supposed to do? work harder? #but what if that doesn't help? what if that just compounds the hurt that's always been there? what if that leaches away all the wonder? what #then? at what point does a thing become too much of a barrier? i think there's a reason i dont run into many other dyslexic grad student. #everyone has adhd. it's a place where those with adhd prosper. but dyslexia not so much. at least not with the level of hanicap i have #and everyone's really nice. they want to help. but there's nothing anyone can do for me at this stage. it's up to me to compensate for my #leaky head. and i kno im not stupid. ive got a piece of paper stating my iq is above average after correcting for uneven intelligence. but #i dont feel very smart most of the time. i feel more like my uncorrected iq score that comes out at just below average even with me trying #my very best. iq is bullshit but there's something to be said for that gap. im smart if unconstrained by language and time. but were bound #by language and we're bound by time so what am i supposed to do? is there anything i can do? im stuck with this forever. theres no getting #better or making it easier. my brain is wired in a way that gives me the reading skills of a child. forever. and i just have to accept that #and im trying to swallow around that idea easier because the only other option is to choke on it. but maybe i chose the wrong career path. #one of my lab mates said she wants challenges all the time and ive chosen a path that's challenges all the time but im jsut trying to do #what everyone else can without a second thought. it's deeply demoralizing. yet here i am. trying to be easier abt it. #maybe im just nit cut out for this. doing a job im not built for. #unrelated

[steakout-05]

headcanons i have about Craig the scientist :)

as are most of the characters i have headcanons for, Craig is on the autism spectrum. he has a flat effect to his voice and facial expressions, doesn't really get most social cues, doesn't know how to react to others in pain the "right" way, misunderstands metaphors and speaks in quite a direct manner because it makes the most sense to his brain. he's quite a literal thinker. he also tends to hyperfixate so hard on a task that he forgets his basic needs and hygene, and thus has quite an unkempt look underneath that hazmat suit of his (which i will get into later!). Barry often ends up needing to get Craig something to eat because of how long he hyperfixates on something.

Craig sometimes doesn't exactly pay attention to his tone of voice, so sometimes he can say something that, to him, sounds completely normal, but because of his tone, can end up sounding really ominous to other people by accident ("We know who you are, Barry.")

Craig has traumatic cataract in his left eye (or wherever the fuck craig's visor crack is supposed to be in canon lol) from the explosion in 'Level 2' and is half blind in that eye. his eye has a very clouded look as a result of the injury. he's also got a huge scar there too that required some pretty gnarly stitches later, and his skin is almost completely numb around that area.

Craig also never really had the best eyesight before the injury, so he's always wearing these big ol' nerdy glasses underneath his helmet. and yes, they are tacked together with a band-aid lol

Craig is one of the few scientists who is not a clone of Peter Simpkins, the late friend of both Professor Brains and (in my headcanon'd canon) Craig. i like to think that Craig and Simpkins knew each other when they were first recruited by Legitimate Research and was pretty close to both him and Brains, and since Simpkins died, Brains has kind of taken more of a liking towards Craig (mostly out of loneliness and needing someone to help around at the lab, but he has a genuine fondness for him under his demanding and angry exterior).

There's a bit of a fan theory that Craig is the same guy as the scientist in the 'Robot Bird' rock opera, which i like to believe is the case. i mean, he's got the same monotone voice as Craig, it's gotta be him. i hope this does end up becoming canon because i think it'd make for an interesting conflict between Barry and Craig!!

Craig may or may not be related to Lab Lady.

Craig's counterpart in the mirror universe is named Kayla.

Craig is demiromantic and is questioning his sexuality (he thinks he might be bi or pan), though he definitely knows he loves Barry <3

Craig has an unhealthy habit of wiping his embarrassing memories, like, a lot. he wipes memories of awkward accidents in the lab, particularly painful failures, and most importantly, the memories of losing literally all his stuff and his career to Barry, which is why he doesn't immediately recognise him in the shorts. Craig has a lot of trouble recounting stories from the past because of this memory-wiping and felt a sense of emptiness, which getting hit in the head certainly didn't help with, so he tried inventing that apple in the Multiverse Madness event to get some of them back. it was pure dumb luck that Barry didn't end up witnessing what happened to Craig in the 'Robot Bird' opera and both are completely unaware of the disastrous can of worms that could have opened. bro's gonna end up like wallflower blush if he doesn't keep that memory erasing under control

and finally...

under his helmet, Craig has messy dirty-blonde hair, a rounded face that has a few stray facial hairs he forgot to shave, a long scar down the left side of his face, hazel coloured eyes and pale skin. this design is inspired by the designs made by @dexterno-artz and @schnabel53 respectively :D

this is a sketch of my finalised(ish) craig design!!! i've shown earlier versions of this guy in a couple of older posts but i haven't really revised his design much until now. i kinda had the idea of him looking like a stereotypical nerd and then made him messier. i might tone the amount of hair he has down a tiny bit but also i really like the nerdy bird's nest thing he has goin on :) i like to think he literally hasn't brushed his hair in several weeks and it's just become a bird's nest from nights of staying up doing science stuff

how i feel about barry tbh. he's literally so dumb i love him

(also apologies for the photos being kinda blurry and me forgetting to turn off the filter. again. in my defence it looks really nice and orange on my phone)

sometimes i like drawing him saying stuff from the shorts to get a feel of how he'd look when talking and make sure he looks juuuust nerdy enough for me to go "yep that's craig". also his big,g, handns,s,

drew this as a quick side profile sketch to get a general idea of how i want to draw him from this angle. he's talking to barry offscreen and falling in love with him <3

stupid little comic with a stupid little interaction that would definitely happen between these stupid little guys <3 barry being a little asshole every now and then is very entertaining to me. i need to see him antagonising craig and starting an old couple bickering argument with craig, that would heal me i think

i think i'll post more of this design in the future, i really quite like it a lot :)

#jetpack joyride #craig jetpack joyride 2 #jetpack joyride 2 #headcanon design #yeag sorry the photos are so fucked looking #my room does not have good lighting.... like..... at all #my sketchbook is also literally falling to pieces lmao #i'm gonna get a new one soon but damn. my poor sketchbook #i didnt even do anything to it....... why must it fall apart and die on me.......... #anyway YEAH craig design!!!! #i quite like this design a lot #i feel like there's something that could be added to it but i don't wanna make his design more complicated than it already is #that first drawing of him kinda looks like his eye is bleeding lol #it's just a really big scar dw #craig having traumatic cataract was inspired by my dog getting traumatic glaucoma in his eye #also i think craig would go hard as like. a character who's similar to wallflower blush #except instead of everyone forgetting her but her remembering them #it's craig forgetting everything that happened to him and then finding a way to restore the memories and then he gets SO PISSED at barry #they'll sure need a lot of couple's counselling after that blunder #i kinda wanna make designs for steve and toni #especially steve!!! #how do you think they'd identify steve from the other scientists. would barry just stick a big piece of paper with an S on it to his face #answering my own question: yes he would absolutely do that #steve is the one i feel like both barry and craig tease the most #i find steve literally being so nervous about being perceived that he runs away and damages property to be extremely relatable #also fun fact: craig's hair and eye colours are kinda based off the colour i see the word craig in??? #ok this is gonna be tricky to explain but i think i might have grapheme colour synesthesia #it's basically a condition where you can see or VERY heavily associate colours to a specific number or letter #and for some reason my brain has christened 'craig' as being a very specific sort of yellowy green! it's what i see in my head when i think #-of the word 'craig' so i decided to make him kinda blonde and have hazel eyes (which is basically a mix of green and yellow)!! neato!!

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

So, I just??? Randomly just the motivation for this??? So enjoy more Tealstar stuff ig lol. Tried to do a lot here, not sure how well it worked for me. You can tell I got a little rundown at Tongbi's part, but I was still really determined to finish this, so. Here ya go.

   Chikao loved the storm.

   The smell of fresh rain and the swirl of dark clouds overhead lit up by flashes of lightning that split the sky in two and sent deep, booming thunder rippling over the land was something she could never get tired of.  Every lightning strike lit up her eyes, she could feel the vibration of thunder running deep within her bones, and the entire world was pulled just a little to the side by the chilling winds that whipped past.

   She was fond of the world after a storm, too.  The way the smell of rain lingered for a week afterwards, clouds drifted past so you could see sheets of rain coming down in the distance as they left, the sudden abundance of greens and the pinks and blues and yellows of plants as they sprouted up, the splashing of puddles gathered in random dips in the ground and squishing of deep brown mud as water sunk into the soil.  She loved that.  Loved everything about it.

   And the best part was that she could do it.  On a whim, whenever she wanted, she could summon the clouds and lightning and feel the very storm surging through her bones.  She could feel the world come alive in a way so, so different than it did in the shine of the sun.

   But, unfortunately, not everyone was so welcoming.

   And why weren’t they?  What was even the point of limiting her ability to create storms?  Why did she have to “register” a storm or whatever to create one?  It wasn’t like she was creating out-of-control tornados or setting forests on fire with lightning.  Most of the time, it was just a little rain to give the village crops a boost!

   But the Celestial Realm hadn’t seen it that way.  The first time Nezha had come down to meet her, he had called it “undermining the Jade Emperor’s authority” and “breaking the laws of the Celestial Realm” and “a matter to be taken seriously”.  But honestly?  How could she take someone that had come down to lecture her about why she couldn’t summon rain without paperwork seriously.

   And that was all it had been, for a while.  Something funny, eventually just a friend coming down to spar.  Barely an annoyance.  Not even a concern.

   And then Princess Iron Fan had joined him.  And they’d struggled over the winds of the storm, trying to turn them on each other to gain an advantage.  And then…

   Flash

   And then people had gotten hurt.

   And the Celestial Realm was angry.

   Stealing the Peaches of Immortality from their orchard?  That was probably just the cherry on top.

   But even when they’d come to arrest Chikao for her “crimes” (come on, they were peaches), they’d made a mistake to dare go after Tongbi.

   Chikao sighed quietly as she stared up at the endless night sky, the stars twinkling back at her like tiny diamonds against a sheet of inky paint.  It felt so close when the storm was swirling around it, the wind catching every little loose thing on the ground and throwing around every small hair out of place, but when the night was clear like this and she was laying on the ground beside Tongbi…it felt so, so far away.  She itched for it to be close again, to touch the clouds and feel their water in her hands. 

   She wondered if, in a world where Nezha had time, where Nezha could step away from his celestial duties and just relax for a moment, they could fly around through the clouds and throw water at each other.

   She didn’t live in that world.  She didn’t know.

   “Chikao?” Tongbi’s soft voice pulled Chikao out of her thoughts.

   “Yeah?” Chikao rolled onto her side to look at Tongbi, flattening the grass beneath her. 

   Tongbi’s eyes stayed on the sky as he spoke and his hands picked through the fur on his tail.  His voice was muffled by his dark green scarf as he buried his face into the fabric.  “You won’t let them t-t-take you from me, will you?”

   A small spark of anger flashed in her chest.  She’d said they’d be together forever, and she’d meant it.  No Celestial Realm would change that.  “Of course not.  And I won’t let anyone hurt you, either.”

   Tongbi didn’t respond and Chikao rolled back onto her back with a soft sigh.  She didn’t want Tongbi to worry.  He shouldn’t have had to worry.  She dealt with Nezha and Iron Fan on her own fine, didn’t she?  And then even when more celestials had shown up, she’d dealt with it.  But Tongbi was still worried, and Chikao knew well by then that the only thing that was going to soothe his concern was time.

   Time, or get rid of the Celestial Realm’s meddling completely, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

   At least, that’s what she thought, as the days went by and Tongbi slowly felt safe being outside of his library again.  As toddlers and children became teens and adults.  As people aged and grayed and passed.

   Until the Brotherhood reached out with a dream.  A dream of glory and ambition.  A dream of change and prosperity.  A dream of safety and comfort.  A dream of freedom.  A dream of storms.

   A dream of a day storms could freely brew in the days, and the skies would be theirs at night.

   A dream where the Celestial Realm wouldn’t meddle, Nezha could freely come and go, and Tongbi’s concerns would vanish.

   And Chikao took it.

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Tongbi hated surprises.

   The unexpected whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t ready for, having to think on his feet and his mind going blank, only moments to make a decision and if it was the wrong one he was doomed.  The mounting pressure of what felt like a mountain behind his head and the crushing weight of do or die that he just couldn’t pull himself out of.

   And the aftermath was worse.  Because then there were a hundred different feelings all weighing him down like boulders, telling him there was some way to alleviate their weight but not giving him a single how-to.  Sometimes the boulders were hot and sometimes electric and sometimes just heavy, and those meant different things, but he didn’t know what they meant.  But apparently, knowing what they meant and how to sort them out was the very key to getting them under control sometimes, because otherwise every time he thought about the surprise he would trigger another rockslide.

   Physically, Tongbi didn’t mind rocks, boulders, or even mountains.  Feet on the ground, dig his heels in, take a deep breath and move.  He could move boulders, sort out rockslides, split entire mountainsides in two that way.  The boulders he could touch the rough or smooth surfaces of were lighter than the ones that crushed his heart and held him down in the corner with tears spilling onto blurry pages, but never had a texture.

   Fortunately, people were welcoming.

   It had been a strange change after the curious chirps of the monkeys that found him hiding away in caves on Flower Fruit Mountain, but a warm one.  Chikao helped lift the boulders off his chest, explain some of the feelings and help him separate them apart so he could think without folding into a mess of matted fur and heavy emotions. 

   The warm nights of staring up at the stars and pointing out constellations as Chikao worked through his fur were the best nights he’d ever known.  Spending days reading books about the sun aloud and telling Chikao about asteroids that flew by brought him a warmth he could never quite explain.  Even the flower pin he had, with teal and red petals, served as a small comfort when he was alone, to remind him that someone cared.

   Though he had been nervous at first, the village was nice too.  Adults were happy to trust him to read about the phenomenon of eclipses to children and watch meteor showers with them, and the kids were always fascinated by his words and eager to ask questions and learn more.  Even on days where he didn’t have books, several of them were ready to ask questions and listen to him ramble. 

   And even as they grew and had more chores and work to tend to, nobody minded when he sat on a bench and read the afternoon away.

   Tongbi hummed a tune as his eyes scanned across neat words, written with meticulous precision.  Dust kicked up into the air as the click clack of horseshoes went by, but Tongbi was fully absorbed, the rest of the world blurred as he imagined how it would feel to step on the moon.  Would he feel lighter?  Would it feel like stone on earth, or dust, or powder, or something else entirely?  Would the stars look different?  What kind of new star charts could he make from there?

   “I’m bored!” The high-pitched whine of a kid caught his ear.  He almost called out to invite them to read, but…no, they probably didn’t want to hear him.  All of the kids he used to read to were teenagers or adults now, and had too much responsibility to bother listening to him anymore, and the new ones probably didn’t have any interest in him.

   “Hey, this guy’ll read to you about some pretty cool stuff, if you wanna.” Tongbi glanced up from his book to see a teenager with long black hair running down past her shoulders and freckles mixing with the dust and dirt on her face.  He felt a small flower of warmth bloom in his chest.  He knew this kid.  Did she still remember him?

   “Ooo, like what?” One of the children asked as their arms swung back and forth.

    “Well, you know the little white things that are up in the sky every night?” She smiled.

   “Uh-huuuuh.” The kid nodded.

   “Well, he taught me that those are called stars, and they’re actually very, very distant suns.” She said as she walked over to the bench Tongbi was sitting on.

   “Woah!” Three kids followed her, their eyes shining brighter than the sun. 

   “But suns don’t look like that.” Another kid frowned.

   “That’s the fun part.” She sat down in front of Tongbi and skimmed the title of his current book.  “He’ll explain the whole thing.”

   The kids promptly sat down in front of him, staring up with eager curiosity that filled Tongbi with warmth.  He started explaining, slowly at first, then faster when they only seemed more intrigued.  More children, kids playing in the village and teenagers he used to read to just finished with chores, came around him and sat down, enjoying his reading and explanations.

   He hoped this never changed.  And, luckily for him, it didn’t seem that was going to happen. 

   At least, that’s what he thought, as Tongbi’s reading slowly expanded to the entire village.  As toddlers and children became teens and adults.  As people aged and grayed and passed.

   Until the Brotherhood reached out with a risk.  A risk of danger and hostility.  A risk of battle and bloodshed.  A risk of pain and uncertainty.  A risk of imprisonment.  A risk of change.

   A risk of ferocious and bloody battles by day, and wounded and torn foundations by night.

   A risk of the Celestial Realm coming down with all their fury, Nezha would be injured, and Chikao being imprisoned.

   And Tongbi denied it.

   Tongbi denied the dream.  Chikao took the risk.

#tealstars #I'm actually #not that upset about this?? #I really like the first few paragraphs of Chikao's stuff #and I got a bit run down on Tongbi's part but it's still like #good? maybe a little less? #it's on the likeable spectrum I guess lol #I tried to do a lot here so I hope it worked #if nothing else I think this helps get their personalities down a little bit more #also I'm dramatic as hell when I write I'm aware there's a reason I relate to Macaque so hard XD #I kinda tried to parallel their bits a bit?? I hope that worked #I think I managed to some extent highlight the difference between them I really wanted to highlight #and still squeeze in some other stuff that's harder to get through in just drawings and rambles #anyway actually pretty happy with this one so :333 #please tell me if you notice anything mainly bc I will be super happy if I got stuff across properly :3 #I need to just make a post collecting all the tealstar stuff together at this point XD #y'know what maybe I'll do that #imma go do that now maybe perhaps #anyway enjoy!! I'll stop rambling now lol

[outeremissary]

Poll about creating characters for a game really has me thinking about my methods because while I don't usually situate a character in the world/create a full backstory beforehand I feel like I need such a strong sense of who a character is, how they behave, and at least the skeleton of why they behave like that that I usually get bored and feel like I'm playing some flat nothing when I don't have that. I guess that isn't the same as having a fully rigid concept, especially since I'm happy to change things radically in conversation with a game when it's going well, but it's still enough of a distinct Guy Who Already Exists In My Brain I couldn't call it a loose concept. And usually when things go well for my looser concept characters and I develop them during a playthrough I just hit a point partway through where it's like... cool! I have completed the concept for this character now, I can stop playing and relocate them to a Real Story. They almost never feel like they fit right until they're in something where they're starting from that state, haha. I'm like this with tabletop stuff as well. I'm not always the ten page backstory guy but if I'm not at least coming in with some needlessly complex portrait of personality the character is not going to stick for more than a oneshot. Just doesn't interest me to play! I don't feel like I'm seeing through their eyes yet. Can't get in the right zone mentally. I think that's what it's really about for me- a loose concept is rarely immersive, and without that immersion I just struggle to feel like the actions are coming from the character instead of me and come together into a cohesive story about the character (rather than one about me pushing buttons).

#I think it's also not true for me that rigid concepts are less likely to click correctly with a game's tone than loose ones #my most successful PoE1 run had a loose defined-as-I-went character I quite liked who developed swiftly into someone who sucked for POE1 #she just did not fit the game at all and it was hard to interact with the world through her. and she was made by playing the game! #her whole concept emerged from early game dialogue! #but partway through it was like hmm I gotta pull kiryana out of this she doesn't belong and right now she can't tell a good story here #felt hard to RP her in that game. #she's a success story though I couldn't tell you anything about half of my dao characters they were totally unmemorable for me #maybe the winning sauce for the loose ideas is that I need to find something specific to keep building on very quickly after starting #for kiryana it was her intense romanticism. for kasander it was a stubborn and radical (but not naive) optimism. #for my brosca it was the gap between her dreams of heroism and rough lived experiences. #when I think about it the thing all of these have in common is games that provided early opportunities for interaction with personal past #the origin in dao. the talk about goals and reasons in poe1. the emergence of durge... durge-ness. #makes it feel grounded without needing to do all the grounding. anchors a character. starts the conversation with the game properly. #(although I've also had plenty of dao and poe1 characters who still didn't inspire enough to feel anchored...) #you guys who do multiple playthroughs to iterate on what was only the lightest concept at first are so strong lmao #I can't do that. not in the same game. if they weren't compelling to me in it the first time there will absolutely not be a second. #this is a TRUE rambling post good god. just wanted to get thoughts out of my head and procrastinate on getting out of bed for Tasks #rambling