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#UGH I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH
nuttiemations · 2 months
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❔mysterious boy❔
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bizarrelittlemew · 29 days
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Our Flag Means Death 1x1 | 2x8 ⇉ AVAST! 🧍‍♂️😤
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front-facing-pokemon · 9 months
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#spinda#AAAHHHH YES!!! our belovèd spinda. from their café!!! probably one of my favorite minor characters from pmd sky#whom i don't even think was in the original explorers games. i think spinda's café was exclusive to sky. if i'm remembering correct#ly. or maybe that was shaymin village. i know shaymin village was for sure but maybe it was just that and not both of them. either way#have a delicious drink and allow the flower of conversation to bloom! i could quote spinda all day. he had “hopes and dreams” before toby#ever did. THAT'S ALSO like i had no idea what spinda's pronouns were. i kept trying to figure it out because i talked about him quite a lot‚#but no one in game ever talked about him. to mention his pronouns? turns out. there's ONE line of dialogue where the post office fucker in#shaymin village mentions him and calls him a he. i think that's the only time spinda is referred to in the third person with a pronoun#i believe it's when they're talking about like. how you can send gifts or whatever and pick up the characters' responses at spinda's café#which is still a really fucking good feature. of any video game. SEE WHAT I MEAN spinda and their café is just an incredibly good      Thing#it's to the point where my home wifi network is named “Spinda's Café Wi-Fi” because i love it so much. so if you're ever runnin around#and you see a wifi network by that name… it might be me! you never know! or… it could be the real deal. the real spinda's café is somewhere#nearby…! ugh. i wish. i would go there immediately#not even to mention all the other shit about this pokémon that's really good. like that they never walk in straight lines or whatever#their little dance. it's just.  huUGHKLJKAHJVDHJHDAJSVGD i love spinda. a nice pick-me-up after the underwhelmingness that was grumpig#shake it this way… shake it that way… and stir it all around… and it's done!
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shima-draws · 1 month
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THAT right there, ladies and gentlemen, is a LOVE CONFESSION
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xenocorner · 11 months
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Small sketch page of some of my marvel blorbos ;; Couldn't fit all of them in it nor had the time but hey I got the itch scratched kinda
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lazycranberrydoodles · 4 months
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wei wuxian really put his whole pussy into the donghua yiling patriarch reveal huh
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plulp · 5 months
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JORDAN PLEASE DONT WEAR SO MANY CLOTHES. PPLEQASE
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3416 · 4 months
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Panthers @ Leafs | 11.28.23
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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months
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2023 Brazilian Grand Prix - Parc Ferme - Fernando Alonso
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amaranthdahlia · 1 month
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god i will never stop fawning over how absolutely SPECTACULAR afo vs bakugou was. genuinely one of the best fights in the entire manga in terms of art, the themes, the pararells, the gayness, the fight itself, and just. everything about it makes me wanna scream into my pillow and chew on it
#MIND YOU this was the fight that made me interested in afos character#ugh like i shouldve known bakugou was gonna take on afo ... like i knew him and izuku were gonna take on shigafo#cus of the whole win to save save to win thing#and its perfect for shigafo cus yk!#but i didnt know tomura manage to break free out of afos grasp early on#(which srry tomura for not having faith lol)#but yeah pitting bakugou against the guy was fucking amazing#like theres so much layers to it#like first off making bakugou(and izuku) fulfill the save to win thing by rescuing all might from afo#like how all might did in the kamino arc with bkg but this time bkg didnt'end' all might he was the one who saved him#AND THE FACT THIS WAS FILMED TOO JUST LIKE BEFORE#BAKUGOU WOULD NOT BE KNOW AS THE ONE THAT ENDED ALL MIGHT BUT THE ONE THAT SAVED HIM#AND FUCKK bakugou and afo.......amazing foils seriously#boys with gifted powers but one grew up with almost nothing and the other grew up with love#they both turned out shitty but only one of them actually changed for the better#afo in a way is like bakugou past self. hes fighting on what he couldve been if he let his ego take hold on his mind#and no bakugou did not solely defeat afo himself . and god my boy is so grown he KNOWs if it werent for everyone elses effort#he wouldnt be able to take this bitch down#bakugou i love you so so much#you are such an excellent character fuckkkk#and afo...... well you see what happened to him. fitting end to someone who thought highly of himself#died in a pathetic subpar way. fighting an injured teenage boy lmao#OH AND SAID TEENAGE BOY THAT LOOKS LIKE HIS OLD NEMESIS LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO#ive said this before but bakugou is afos karmic incarnation#i CANNOTTTT wait for volume 40 to drop. possible dawn of quirks era content afo character page (please) and yoichi/kudou colored by hori?#bakugou katsuki#mha all for one#mha manga spoilers#OH AND bakugou telling afo to shut the fuck up!?!?!?!?!?!?!? AND PROCEEDS TO BEAT HIS ASS IN 3 DOUBLE SPREADS????? MY FUCKING GOAT.#dahlia.txt
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lemongogo · 2 months
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my tavs :3c
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saturnsorbits · 1 year
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Sunday mornings used to be Bakugo’s alone time.
He’d get up at six, slip into his trainers and run… It was the only workout he never kept track of, letting himself move until he was simply too tired to do anymore.
He did it because he loved it: The feeling of moving under his own power, of the quiet, of his music loud in his ears; almost matching to the bass of his heart and the pounding of his feet.
Sunday mornings were his.
Until they weren’t…
Now, Sunday mornings involve bike helmets and excited laughter. There’s breakfast before any exercise and sticky fingers that need to be washed before they touch their fresh clothes. There’s an added weight to his back as he carries a bag with water and plasters and snacks. There’s stabilisers and yells of ‘Dad! Race me. Race me!’ screamed from tiny lungs as he jogs along side two small, bright bikes.
Sundays used to be his, but if he’s honest, he prefers them belonging to his family.
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frnkiebby · 1 month
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absolute BABIES~🎃
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mrsaltieri-real · 8 months
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could you please do Mickey as a bf NSFW headcanons? Or Roman even.
(Apologies if you've already this request)
Mickey Altieri as a Boyfriend (NSFW, 18+)
Warning/s: (AFAB!FEM!Girlfriend) NSFW, (18+ ONLY) smut, p in v, oral, (m and f receiving) knife play, blood kink, period sex, roleplaying, spanking, Yeah yeah you get it. It’s an NSFW headcanon it’s all pure filth!
The titles kinda misleading, it’s mainly just how Mickey is when he’s fucking tbh. I think about these a lot because I’m absolutely fucking obsessed with this man. Like, it’s actually insane. Also, you all seemed to like the one I did for Ethan so I had to do my best guy. Feel free to ask for some other slasher boys/girls and I’ll happily do them!
Anyway, here we go!
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First and foremost, dude is a DOM
You’ll never catch him dead as a sub, he just doesn’t read as one at all
Likes when you worship him, whether that be his body, his cock or literally anything about him
He’s good with casual hookups, but when he’s in a relationship he opens up a lot more sexually
A lot more
If anything, he prefers sex when he’s dating someone he genuinely cares about
It’s better, more satisfying
1000% percent an ass man, with a soft spot for tits. I don’t know why but I have a feeling
Will absolutely (if you’re comfortable with it) film the two of you fucking
Likes to watch the tape for his lil private sessions if ya know what I mean
Will deny you to holy hell
“Please let me cum.”
“Fuck no.”
Yah, he loves when you beg
Beg him to let you cum, beg him to go harder, faster, WHATEVER
Beg. Him.
Will edge you for hours if he can tbh
Loves when you blow him
LOVES. IT.
Will gag you with his cock, he doesn’t give a fuck
Likes when your gagging around him, tears rolling down your face, mascara staining your cheeks while he’s forcing you to look at him
Oh, but he’ll go to town on you too
He’ll cradle your clit, nip at it, tongue fuck you, WHATEVER
He’ll do it till your cumming on his tongue and just keep on going till HE is done
Don’t get me wrong, he can be very sweet
He enjoys lazy morning sex as much as the next guy, especially when he’s dating you
Can actually be very romantic in the bedroom if the opportunity calls for it
Slow, passionate sex is somewhat of an occasional soft spot for him
I’m talking him on top, fucking you deep and slow with your legs around his waist and watching the pleasure on your face
Honestly, makes his heart stutter
But his favourite position is doggy
He likes the view, what can I say
Enjoys to spank you while he’s fucking you from behind and watching his dick sliding in and out of your pussy
Likes cowgirl too, but he’ll still have to be in control he likes watching your tits bounce when he’s fucking up into you
On occasion, he’ll allow you to take some control of fucking because he loooooves to feel you bouncing on his cock
Likes making a mess
He will not pull out and prefers not to wear a condom
He likes to stuff you full of his cum and watch it ooze out of your well fucked hole, watch it quiver, finger you to stuff it even deeper inside of you…
Ahem I’m getting carried away, sorry
It’s enough to get him hard again for another round
So make sure you’re on some form of birth control
Will make you cum twice minimum before he does
What a guy
Despite how kinky he is, his sex drive is medium
He’s a busy guy, but will always make time for you
His love languages are quality time and physical touch
And he’s very touchy
Even out in public
He wants to fuck you everywhere, in a classroom, at a party, at the movies (iykyk)
Loves to overstimulate you until you’re a twitching, writhing, trembling fucking mess
When he’s very comfortable, he’ll incorporate some of his more secret kinks
Knife play, roleplaying etc
He has a blood kink
Big ol’ blood kink
He’s a confident guy, but possessive. If you let him, he’ll carve his name into your flesh and want you to do the same to him
In his eyes, you belong to him and he wants everyone to know that
He absolutely loves period sex. He just DOES
Likes to fuck while watching horror movies for his own… self gratification let’s say
But as I said earlier, he can be very fucking sweet when he wants to be
As kinky as he is, if he’s in a relationship and loves you, he’s very playful, gently biting your neck when you’re fucking or making you laugh by cracking a joke
All around, he’s an ass during sex but in a hot way that’ll make you begging for more
And if he loves you, you’re never getting away from him
Not that you’d want to
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chiyoso · 4 months
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UNDENIED SATISFACTION
g. impact — neuvillette fluff oneshot.
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▶SYPNOSIS. after the melusine threats came to a satisfactory conclusion, the iudex became overwhelmed with positive feelings, having you being a reason for one.
▶CONTENT. takes place after neuvillette's story quest, spoiler free, female reader, fluff, no usage of y/n, maybe suggestive, neuvillette crushing on you making him have an existential crisis, reader is a goddamn teasing bastard
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“melusines, are such beautiful creatures.”
“...miss kiara, was it?” you call out to the pink melusine, low with admiration.
“that- that's right! you know, you were absolutely close to quoting the iudex just now!” though shy and hesitant, she'd accept your invitation, giving you trust by placing her paw upon your palm.
the iudex huh? “is that right?” the pink melusine's spirits went and above, just inching closer to your welcoming nature, familiar, inviting and familial.
“then, he would already, no doubt be most fond of lovely beings such as you.”
“that would be correct,” deep. you thought upon hearing the voice that answered for the melusine.
you turn towards your shoulder, looking past to see what you had expected to have bland, dark and judge-like qualities, but he was more beautiful than what your mind had conjured.
so dignified, reserved, an elegance you don't see often in high-octane courts, or rather—for where you were hailed from. “ah, and you must be...”
“the subject of your discussion,” he'd answer as you were standing up, turning completely to his direction, letting go of the melusine's paw.
“the chief justice, the court judge of fontai...” his voice trails off, noticing himself about to ramble about while taking in your soft expression.
“forgive me, though given many titles by the people of this land, it would be most natural if you were to addressed me by the name i am known widely for,” so well spoken too.
you closed your eyes briefly, processing the sound that accompanied his words. it was nothing but pleasing to the ears, the same could go for his aesthetics, pleasant, too pleasant for the eyes to witness.
“it's my first,” you take his attention, stealing his glance from the melusine. “to see the iudex personally, and up close to be precise,” the iudex cannot make do with that vague statement, and it was a great pet peeve of his, not able to discern things if vague comments such as this were passed to him with a negative, or positive light.
“ah, so you already know of m—”
you bend a knee slightly, placing a hand towards the center of your chest, lowering your head, with a smile, and with only that, you would capture multiple attention, the hearts and minds of those around the fountaine of lucine.
and if he was able to, let him be apart of the said crowd. stirred with confusion, a steady beat that began to form a rhythm in his chest.
an outsider, both you and him. one was masked, hiding a primordial identity, and the other was presumably new to this land, foreign to dramatic concepts, views and hightened agriculture.
it was a long, long existence. a witness to countless of things, receive endless of things, but never, not once receive this form of respect, this, this very gesture of absolute high regard.
he was no archon, but you would deviate your self preservation to treat him as such?
“please, stand tall,” it was unlike him. you heard a dust of anxiousness, panic, and if this was disarm tactic, to let his guard down, it would be most very effective had it been a different situation.
“there is... absolutely no need of heavy formalities, be most assured, i'm not one to be receiving such a form of praise. the hydro archon, she, herself would be very pleased t—”
“the hydro archon...” you interrupt, now tilting your head up. your gaze, mirroring those that you see in fontaine's citizens, an unfiltered, open reverence only he can witness from afar.
seen only towards focalors.
“the begs a needed question then,” you sigh, eyes narrowed with a subtle disbelief.
“what makes you any lesser or any different than these archons, monsieur neuvillette?” you lower your head again, towards the pavement.
“you judge atrocities, bring out injustice in the form of words, a justice that only resorts to extreme measures if requirements are met—”
“—and unlike a few factions, nations, you continue to progress and maintain order, ordainding the pre-ordained,”
“your order brings out justice in the form of performances, inciting no wars, a form of execution, not by blade—but with immovable conviction,”
“relaying each syllable, sentence, coherent with a pre-determined decision through every, life changing verdict,” you stand up this time, now slowly returning your gaze back up to his, gleaming and determined.
two words of which he will use for the eyes that peer onto his, appraising him, his occupation, his actions that he has continuously, like a ritual, doubted throughout the ages of his longevity.
what is the iudex able to do at the current?
you shower him with words that are hidden as praise, compliments concealed in truths, speaking in familiar terms that reminded him of how a certain individual in the fortress of meropide came to berate—or rather eased his history with.
but to those who are well versed in discerning, to deconstruct letters that form sentences of positive and negative, your truths seemed as if you were declaring, profressing, relaying each act of truth with a voice, identified with nothing but affection.
to who were listening in silence, anyways.
but you would be most in luck, the iudex, being one of many intelligences, his knowledge in emotions, mental subjects, he wouldn't confess that his intellect on matters such as this one, would be on par to his refined, pre-historical wisdom.
and all the great iudex could do was process, process and process, think, think and think, thinking about your words accompanied with a certain tone he hasn't heard from, and processing the feelings of what lies within his mortal body.
“and so i ask again, what makes a difference wi—”
“—the difference... the difference would be,” he tries to interrupt the moment your mouth opens to speak again.
“the answer to your... question,” he hesitates, taking a brief glance towards the sky.
it was thundering.
just like something else underneath his chest.
neuvillette closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, then shortly returning his gaze towards yours, yours that were provoking, just daring him to try to refute your truthful statements.
honest, beautiful statements, the beautiful part he wanted to deny, deny and deny. “i am the chief justice of fontaine, i uphold law, i bring out what is necessary to the land of justice, to lay out the hydro archon's wishes, furina's ideals, it is only—”
“—your duty.” he would straighten himself, a slight disorientation to his pupils from you finishing his sentence. he will never, ever understand how humans are able to anticipate his words, and he will only hope that one day, he will be able to.
“oh, what things have you witness and heard from those that stir around you,” you say softly, with pity, moving towards the silent, little melusine once again, kneeling down as you lay your affections towards the creature, gently taking her paw, having her react positively, child-like.
“what things have you received, to the point where you deny you such deserving words,” the melusine perks up, her eyes glittering, excited towards you. “right!? monsieur neuvillette is so very highly regarded to us melusines!! it is truly absurb for him to not acknowledge our praise!!”
“shh, the iudex stands tall beside us, miss kiara.”
“oh,” you giggle to her sheepish demeanor, cooing her to reassurance, tending, motherly.
neuvillette, silent, glances down to the sight of mortal, and creature. you interacting with the little melusine, addressing her as equal, appreciating the creature's existence with little actions of affections, be it holding both of her hands, the way your eyes sparkle with fascination, sincerity.
“no no, i'm sure the chief justice won't put you in trial because of that,” you whisper, continuing to giggle, cupping the little melusine's furred cheeks.
“but- but i called him absurb!”
“hmm, should i also call him as such to accompany with you?” her eyes glisten with hope, the melusine lunging her little self forwards and tackling you in an embrace, muffling her soft wailing against your chest.
what was it. what is it.
what was the feeling inside his chest.
he didn't hate the feeling, but it wasn't exactly welcomed either. it was a feeling, similar to how you give a little infant the act of shock and joy by playing peek-a-boo with them, or having a sumeru citizen be invited and accepted into the akademiya with unbridled relief, and acceptance.
and all would be accompanied by confusion and fear, like stepping into a new continent, filled with unknown and uncertainty.
neuvillette, reserved, judgemental, and unapproachable. to the naked eye, he is obscure as he is enigmatic, and to the ones that have grown familiar with him outside being a court judge, it was his natural state of self, and it was his job to condemn, for he is judgement himself.
so the contradictions lie within him, feeling this way, letting a strange, external emotion he wasn't accustomed with, threaten his security, just gnawing at the depths towards his vulnerability.
after all, how could he?
how could he ignore pleasant feeling anyways?
the melusine takes a little peep past your shoulder, towards the iudex, and her eyes would widen slightly, witnessing the color of her own fur, mixed in with the fair radiance of his skin.
“t-the iudex,” a small, questioning 'hm?' you replied with, pulling back slightly, seeing the melusine have a constrasting reaction towards something.
your attention would follow where her own went, looking over your shoulder to an unexpected sight. your curious eyes settled quickly over his facial features, the expression he was giving the both of you.
a stoic expression, but with lips slightly parted, trembling, wanting to be pursed and closed, and peculiar, his eyes bore the same direction to yours but it was absent, lost in his own mind, disarrayed with current-like thoughts.
“he- he's coming up with a fever!!” the melusine squeals, assuming, latching onto your leg with you already stood up, and you were correct.
his gaze would remain lowered, unmoving, but what was most endearing was that color that suited his delicate features.
a fever? “monsieur... neuvillette?” curious, you bend your torso and knees down slightly, looking up to him, a hand swiftly moving the strands of hair to the back of your ear, just tugging it behind.
then the glint in his eyes return from the movement the met his sights, his irises, swiftly taking in a sudden display of your physiq—your eyes.
“i'm- ah,” he coughs into his fist, letting his hand prolong over a part of his face, keeping his blush at bay, attempting to regain composure.
“my sincerest, most wholehearted apologies, to the both of you for my behavior,” you straighten your back, hearing his reply, a hand moving down towards the back of the melusine's head, just easing her.
“don't be, i have that effect on people,” you said eerily, amused, and you don't think it was a fever causing that pretty blush over him right now.
“h-huh?” the melusine looks up to you, confused, mirroring neuvillette's expression as well.
“pay no mind,” you interrupt, glancing briefly between the two, before focusing the the iudex before you.
“are you alright, monsieur neuvillette?” you tilt your chin up only slightly, eyes squinted to his direction, giving him a smile, just giving it your all for it not to curl upwards and become wider, smug like how you were feeling right now.
you just couldn't just let him process anything.
the hydro dragon sovereign, attempting to adjust to your speech patterns, dealing with the certain tone of voice you carried along with that expression of yours, trying to process each word with that came from your mouth.
it was overwhelming, and it was good kind.
“...i will be,” he have to be. he answers after a few moments of silent observation, having trouble keeping his irises still for you.
“mhm?”
...what do you mean, 'mhm'?
did you want him to say more? did you need a longer response? were you expecting more? what were you thinking? why did you suddenly become so much more prettier than you were previously?
what was it that made your gesture of respect more attractive? what was it that was making him eager to receive more from you praise from you?
it was no different to a bow. it was no different to something that was considered as respectful towards a reverent being, but considering your tone, your body language, your demeanor?
he won't allow himself to meet your gaze again.
he can't—because when his eyes reach yours, disorder thrives, increasing his jumbled thoughts, disturbing whatever he was about to say.
disorder being the very thing that he tries with absolutely hardship to avoid for the people of fontaine, for focalors, and soon he would find himself wanting to be in said order. an inevitable order that he will continue to maintain.
at the least right now—attempt to anyways.
“pretty little melusine,” you turn your head, down towards the pink creature, your hand finding solace in her hair of fluff. “ah, y-yes my lady?”
“i'm more than sure that the great chief justice would pardon your comment once you return to your duties,” you catch the brief contact of his eyes from your peripheral upon mention of him again.
“miss kiara, ever so diligent, dutiful, and so high in spirits, why would the monsieur neuvillette offer you an unjust sentence—” your hands move, raising the pink melusine towards the sky, causing her to yelp, a soft giggling following after suit.
“—when the iudex has nothing but love in his eyes for your kind,” his eyes softened at the sight, having you so bliss and carefree, towards something he has strived to honor and protect for several hundred years.
love, was it?
love. is that what he was feeling?
yes? no? was it love? can you call it love? is it related to it? is he capable of something that only strengthens his complexity? he, being an existence already with labored with mystery.
“i- well, you're right—but!” the pink melusine flails in your grasp, squirming to be put down from the growing embarassment she began to have.
“he is still the chief! the iudex!” that's right.
“it- it is only right if i receive the equal amount of justice, calling him a name unbefitting of someone of high status! it is disrespect! it is—”
unbecoming. incomprehensible. complicated.
“—not an issue, nor it is within the scriptures of law, and written code of conduct,” neuvillette takes a step or two forwards to the both of you, a faint, tempted smile almost visible, just teasing the corners of his lips.
“it... is not a crime to formulate an opinion,”
but so are humans, being unable to completely understand themselves.
just like his circumstances.
“miss kiara, let it be known, that no very corners of this land, will ever restrict you and others from expressing thought, the very thing that binds the mortality together, being an aboriginal foundation of... understanding towards one another,” you see a glimmer in his eyes, his stoicism accompanied with a subtle fondness.
“that would be the very definition of unjust itself, something i, the iudex of fontaine, the usurper of order—will not tolerate and stand watch with irreverence,” the melusine grows silent along with you, placing her down carefully, growing steady in her footing.
“you are wonderful,” you break the brief silence with an adoring sigh, soft and tender, causing a minor shudder to the complimented iudex, as if he was experiencing thought and behavioral patterns similarly like a revelation, a discovery.
wonderful.
wonderful? for doing his measly duties? for giving structure to the deconstructed? for pursuing a system of commandments that are naturally acquainted for, in a world where it is needed?
can someone, anyone really call duty, wonderful?
having what was natural for him, being percevied as something close to beauty, and borrowing the pink melusine's words, he would find it absurb.
it was only his duty, he is undeserving, he is only nothing but—“shining,” you add, catching his attention once more.
shining. “...with all due possible and greatest respect, it is only a duty that allows—”
“—let me, allow myself to make this as... monosyllabic as possible,” you interrupt, now striding to him, the sounds of your footing making each thock while you encircle the iudex slowly.
“i do not foster much care, in whatever trifling, innermost matter you have, brewing from within that... well-cared pretty face of yours,” you sigh, stopping just behind the iudex, allowing him to subtly look over his shoulder towards you.
you say that, but you would be lying to yourself if you didn't care completely, seeing that slight disoriented shift, notable in his brows.
“but most beloved chief justice, take into precise consideration, that denying another's thoughts is... close to averting your gaze, feigning ignorance to someone's testimony of you,”
he turns around. panic, panic and panic. “what—”
“i jest,” you clasp your hands together to the side of your face in an instant, humming in delight.
“hmhm, i exaggerate, monsieur neuvillette,” you take in his turbulent expressions with delight, ranging from panicked, to troubled, to confusion?
was it contempt? was it hassling to him? did he not know what to make do of this behavior you were introducing to him?
“pft- i'm sorry—archons pardon my lack of etiquette,” you stifle your soft chuckling with your knuckle over your lips.
“you are as firm as the pillars that holds over multiple architectures within fontaine, it's—”
“it's...” huh? your hearty laughter dies down, both lids parting wide as you witness the iudex's facial features.
“ah,” the word escapes from you from observation of the iudex, his cheeks once again, imitating the color of the melusine, a color more passionate than before, a half-opened gaze struggling to maintain the mutuality of eye contact, having a gloved hand move, knuckles pressed against most of his lips.
with irony, what surprised you was not the unmistakable presence of the red in his face, nor the rattle in his composure—no, it was the the fact that you began to mirror him immediately.
he looked so, so beautiful. and it was enough to shake your core, bringing two hands to your chest, cradling the quickening thump in the center. “i-...” you tease too much, and it was no surprise it would backfire, eventually.
the pink melusine glances between the two of you with great confusion, a worry quickly plaguing her. “this... this fever is contagious!” she blurts out, just loud enough for the people in the sidelines, stirring as slight commotion.
also just enough to snap the both of you back to reality. “no- no, no no,” you say with urgency, kneeling to the pink melusine.
“miss- miss kiara, i think it'd be best if i give the iudex my regards and take my leave,”
the iudex clears his throat, looking away, avoiding your direction—which only results to letting his flushed cheeks, ears, become more visible to you.
it was so red. such a pretty color.
“i hope,” he returns his gaze to yours again, letting you see that polite, yet lively smile, it being the cherry on top to his expression.
“you enjoy your stay within fontaine, my lady,” his simplicity attracts you again, letting you slowly connect your views together again.
“and i am...—thank you, for such kind, and generous words, i would be untruthful, deceiving if i said i didn't quite enjoy your sincerity for me, letting me sit on your throne of recognition, being held in such high, high esteem to you,”
“...is that your way of saying that you wish to hear more from me, monsieur neuvillette?”
“mh,” the lump in his throat doesn't allow him to utter anything in reply, eyes widening in reaction to that tone of teasing again.
you stand up, facing towards him completely once more, your eyes gleaming in delight.
“i would love nothing more.”
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after seeing the word building of his story quest, i just hope i delivered the same vibes/speech patterns neuvillette has in this fic...—also yes i was throwing shade abt inazuma war ehe.
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kimbapisnotsushi · 7 months
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i'm just. thinking about how kuroo told kenma that the setter didn't have to move around much to get kenma to play setter. and i'm thinking about how that was such a blatant lie. how we already knew. how the narration TOLD us that. but kuroo built a team where kenma wouldn't have to move anyways. he built a team AROUND kenma. he built a team for kenma's sake and comfort because he wanted to keep playing with kenma. and i'm not saying that he was begging desperately for kenma to stay, or that he didn't care about the rest of the team beyond what they could do for kenma (because of course he did!!), but what i AM trying to say is that. kuroo really REALLY cherishes the people who are an essential part of his life. and he'll do EVERYTHING he can to get them to stay.
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